・❥ dove x quokka

@♡ blinded_quokka ʲᶦⁿʰʸᵉᵒⁿᵍ only a fool would be simple-minded enough to reckon that a harmlessly childish gag was enough to keep their fervent thoughts at bay. unfortunately, jinhyeong made a simpleton out of her—one that was drowning helplessly against a violent tidal wave bearing her yearning for him and him alone. reality motions her to their shared moments back in the pods where the whole country witnessed her surrender to the uncharted territory of love in its ironically purest yet most controlled form. she recalls searching for him in a sea of unfamiliar faces on a warm sunday morning, wondering when the crowd dissipates—he would be there to call out to her. she recalls buying two different kinds of sandwiches over lunch, because he promised he would make her one when they finally meet. she recalls spending her weekends crocheting quokkas of different expressions, because she missed him more than words could ever convey. yet, in all of her memories, came forward a voice that rested at the back of her mind: what was love like in his presence?

soojung was at a loss for words, for nothing could have prepared her for a love like his.

a hushed "okay..." was all she managed to say to his genuine requests. there was simply no use resisting the many, elaborate ways he was able to make her feel. a willing soul answers to the whirlwind’s invitation to a dance orchestrated by utterly beautiful chaos, and she spins uncontrollably. restless feet unable to secure themselves on proper footing, yet she succumbs to the dark allegro. every escalation of the sheet’s tempo resembling the loud galloping of her heart. the solitary tune that rang through her ears once his lips met hers. the flightless dove freezes in her place, senses heightened in a rapture that engulfs her bones with flames. with ashen limbs does she fall weak to, questions filled with confusion and incomparable content stirring her soul alive. at first she hesitates, thinking whether it was right for her to hold onto him for dear life. would she further crumble once their fingers intertwine? what should she make of this newfound sensation that introduces her to a world that only they would ever know? the rise of her chest remains in a momentary halt as she searches for answers—all of which point to jinhyeong. overcoming her modesty, soojung softly returns the kiss, pressing her own brims against his own plush pair. it was as if time stopped, and nothing else mattered. with careful yet exalted intoxication does she brush her brims tenderly against his before meshing theirs once more. the gods above must have been exhausted to hear her prayers, hoping she was not fumbling her first. their first of hopefully many more. her arms find solace and stability when they gently wrap themselves around his frame, gingerly taking in fleshly hints that would etch themselves in the makings of this memory: their breathing that was erratically in sync, her racing mind, the chills on her skin, the saccharine taste of his lips perfectly fitting with hers, their shared heat that melts the frost of the space they stood in—she memorized them all. when she pulls away, catching her shattered sanity lost in the void of his touch, soojung kept her eyes closed for a few moments before her dazed orbs found his. "jinhyeong, what should i do..." she whispers, the tone of her voice laced with a desperate plea, tears threatening to grace her cheeks. "...i want to kiss you again." realizing the depth of her confession, the embarrassed little dove quickly steps back, arms finding their place back to her sides when the shells of her ears and the apples of her cheeks blossomed with rose. "clothes. i... i should get a change of clothes." she then turns her head away from him, dainty fingers now resting on her lips, secretly craving for the touch of the man she loves.

@♡ blinded_doveᶠ a continuum of questions nags at his eardrums, though he doesn’t answer them abruptly, vouching for silence instead. they were great questions, almost too good for him to reply without a coherent thought. jinhyeong wanted to show soojung a higher level of intimacy beyond embracing and chaste kisses on the cheeks. he thought the concept was just too complex to address without embarrassing the brunette on television. how would he approach the situation when his lady wasn’t in a sober state of mind? for now, he’d deal with the whimsical, tipsy version of herself that got water everywhere on his face when he specifically asked her not to do much as fidget. yet, he enjoyed the cool touch of her fingertips, fighting the urge to simper at the troublesome woman that made him feel like a lovesick puppy. “look how messy you are, babe.” dealing with the pursuit of wiping his face clean with a decorative face towel by the shower, he also places her toothbrush down once clearing the objective. for a taste of her own medicine, and feeding to in his mischief, the quokka flicks a harmless amount of water at her cheek before humming in satisfaction, “now, that’ll make us even.” he declares. he even offers to wipe the droplets off, knowing she would protest in pouty force of anger.

soojung muddles his thoughts when the question of ‘how?’ springs up again due to proximity. temptation rings at his doorbell, observing the blemish-free visage of the woman in front of him. “we need…to get you into your lounge clothes. can you do that for me?” her eyelashes batted at him like bait, skin peachy and smooth to the touch as he lowers his gaze to the plumpness of her pink lips. he didn’t quite understand why it was hard to form a single sentence by the way she observed him so intently. the tension between the two was scaling and it felt like putting his hand on a hot stove although knowing the consequences. she wasn’t sober and made him feel like he was the intoxicated one by the way he questioned his morals at the very instance. ”don’t look at me like that.” he wanted to taste her, caress the curves of her waist as she eagerly returned the notion. it was all present there in a twinkle of her devilish feline eyes. without another word, jinhyeong submits to the curiosity of his mind while pressing his soft brims against hers. he reminds himself to take it slow. to let the dove without experience, do the exploring first as he tastes the peppermint on the suppleness of her tiers.

@♡ blinded_quokka ʲᶦⁿʰʸᵉᵒⁿᵍ once again, her future husband's unwavering reassurance and capacity to cater to her absurdity made her helpless in his presence. "no, and i don't want anyone else to collect this puddle of goo." she affirms in firm opposition, holding onto the firm arms that cradled her. "jung soogoong is only yours... place an airtag to me so they can return me to you when lost." the cogs and wheels of her mind that used to be able to control her feelings were rendered immobile at this moment, allowing her to succumb to her unfiltered thoughts that will either corner her the following morning or worse, scare the love of her life away. whatever was bound to happen, soojung was not prepared for it—but there was no stopping a woman on a mission to hopefully survive a chaotic night fueled by her ridiculous antics. "how will you prove it... to me?" countless thoughts swarm in her head, shifting in her position slightly to hold jinhyeong's rather determined gaze to which she immediately squints at in response. "how?" before she could even hear his most awaited answer, the curious woman was whisked away to another portal against her will. "bed already? noooo!"

careful not to have her body become one with the stone-cold floor, soojung kept her balance by holding onto the counter—the stern tone emanating from her partner serving as her stepping stone in making out of this night alive. by definition, that meant: clean, sober, and still lovable to the eyes of the man who acted as her present superior officer. with multiple nods and a rather flimsy salute, she cheers, "understood, quofficer jin!" and follows his cue in opening wide enough for him. the silence between them brought more comfort than fear, holding wishes upon the stars for more moments like this to be shared between them. intimacy is beautiful; he is beautiful. his golden locks swayed gracefully with every movement, accentuating the charm of his tanned skin through the shadows that etched themselves on it. his eyes, doors that held the vastness of the universe, were more than enough to enchant her and lose herself little by little. his lips, admittedly her favorite, parting ever so slightly in his focus that affected her differently—she wanted to kiss him. she was losing it. to hush her growing desires, soojung uses a hand turn on the faucet slightly, running a finger through the water enough for her to trace little hearts on jinhyeong's cheek to distract herself. when she was satisfied, his forehead was her next canvas—and for what it's worth, he was already drenched and she was to blame.

@♡ blinded_doveᶠ quite tame compared to his lavish outbursts while intoxicated, finds his soon to be wife’s drunken behavior absolutely adorable. it was childlike, reminiscent of how the truth in our personalities are revealed in not the most subtle form. in this case she seemed to think that a stranger was taking care of her. so endearing yet concerning it was hard not to crack a smile in its ridiculous. he allows her to trace a digit down his face, taking a minute to observe him before claiming he was an imposter. “i am your baby.” jinhyeong almost wonders if she wore contacts by the way her vision was so blatantly impaired with delusion. he replaces the pillow with him, embracing her tightly as he joins her on the suede couch to swaddle her petite frame on his lap. “that kind of stings, do you think anyone else in the world would be able to hold you like this if i wasn’t your future husband?”

he knew cameras and tender moments couldn’t be documented within the privacy of the resort without their permission, so he takes advantage of the situation by holding her so fondly even as the smell of alcohol lingers on her breath. “you’re right, only I get to kiss you.” a hit to his side makes his shoulder shake with laughter. emotional, he concluded. “i am the real jinhyeong and i’ll prove it to you. we need to get you ready for bed.” his first agenda would be to brush her teeth now that her face was clean. he was just unsure if she would stay still in that predicament. using his legs to maneuver them to the site of the marble bathroom, he places her down with ease on the counter of the sink. “listen to me, soojung. if you hit me again you’re going to make a mess and get water on both of us, okay?” no doubt he would use her pouty attitude as a jest to later, he wets her toothbrush by turning on the faucet and grasping a hold of her chin to insert the soft bristles to scrub her teeth with a minty paste to freshen . “open wide and let me do this for you.” he keeps a lingering gaze on honey-colored orbs, occasionally flickering down to get every crevice of her teeth.

@♡ blinded_quokka ʲᶦⁿʰʸᵉᵒⁿᵍ there was a faint recollection of how her knight in shining armor came to be on the shores of the beach. distinct voices of concern, some of amusement, swirled around in her mind—all of which plunged into one common theme: soojung was drunk, more than she intended to be. little did she know that it took a single alarming and utterly embarrassing text message for jinhyeong to come to her rescue: 'plS cime bail me oiut.' one would ask what pushed her to send such a confusingly cryptic message, yet for the intoxicated little dove, no other coherent reason would come out of her state except for the fact that she missed jinhyeong, perhaps a little too much. in his arms was where she felt the safest—the modest hints of cedarwood, lavender, and bergamot making a home in the expanse of her skin, her natural scent blending with his. so when he briefly releases her from his hold, soojung could only whine in protest—her half-lidded eyes glazing over his every move to take care of her.

to describe the swelling in her heart as intense would be an understatement. it was unbearable, almost all-consuming as if she was made to be swallowed whole in the depths of her affection for the man before her. jinhyeong was too good to be true; he was the crux of her prayers. however, her judgment fails to establish clarity in the face of liquid courage, questioning whether he was in fact the person—her person—that she was head over heels for. stirred by bursts of eagerness, the inebriated woman took matters to her own hands in proving the existence of her angel who fell from the heavens. it started with one innocent poke to his cheek, and another, until she was motioning her finger the way she would gently but repeatedly play with a button. "why... are you taking care of me? are you jinhyeong...?" curious orbs rest upon his, a note of confusion glinting in her gaze. soojung traced her finger against his tanned skin, capturing his chin in between her index finger and the pad of her thumb. with slow movements did she get up slightly from her position, leaning closer to observe her alleged partner's features with careful consideration as she delicately moved his head from one side to another. "you're handsome, but he looks a million times better than you." her befuddled senses were quick to arrive at an amusing conclusion, prompting her to quickly straighten her posture—hugging a pillow close to her chest with a finger pointed at him in threat. "who are you? where's my baby?" the look of bewilderment was soon washed away with concern and yearning, soojung's honeyed almonds carrying a silent plea as she begged him like a child. "where did you take him? tell him... to come back. i miss him. why are you the one here... you even kissed me." she sniffled, lightly hitting jinhyeong by the shoulder. "take that kiss back! only jinhyeong gets to kiss me!"

@♡ blinded_doveᶠ occupied by the devices of work related content, jinhyeong had missed what seemed to be an interesting turn of events from the other participants. his fiancé, soojung, was kind enough to give him updates on the situation through text messages that both quipped his curiosity and concern. she was intoxicated, had a little too much to drink and he couldn't help but regret not being there to measure her alcohol consumption. thankfully, he had time to move his luggage into the townhouse before an escalation of events could transpire. she, true to her name, was a diamond in the rough and kept him on his toes by how brightly she shined around others. adorable and admirable, an exhale leaves his brims as he escorts her inside the unit bridely style. "baby, if you're feeling nauseous or need water, please tell me."

one palm was tucked underneath her knees, the other supporting the curve of her spine as he brought her to lay down in the living space area. couches assorted amongst each other, jinhyeong chose the valuable cushion with the best support for her head. he couldn't help but to look at her dotingly in her tipsy state. cheeks rosy and flushed from drinking, she still looked enticingly beautiful. 'ah, what were the things women usually did after an event?' the male inquired to himself. after giving much thought, he strides into the bathroom to grab her makeup wipes before swiftly returning to her side with the proper essentials. "i know you're a bit drunk, but don't fight me on this one." a teasing statement rather really, he caresses the apple of her cheek and kisses her tender flesh before getting to work removing her makeup. experience he's glad he has, he is gentle in cleansing her skin thoroughly. the next objective he had in store to make her feel comfortable in her dazed state was to remove her shoes, and so he did. she made it entirely easy to spoil her, giving her attention in a vulnerable moment that he hoped she wouldn't forget. he would get more details from her later, but for now, jinhyeong didn't mind catering to her every whim.