7 Works by suggcest
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After the elevator, Do-won can't stop sleepwalking. In every dream, he looks for his wife.
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She’s touched him before — patted him on the back, brushed the sleep out of his eyes, leaned into that little one-armed side hug at the local district office — but never with this much of her body all at one time, the warmth of him radiating down from her head to her hips. She can feel the buttons of his jacket against her stomach, can feel his strength in a new, tangible way. He exists. He exists and he fits against her so well it’s like the universe had planned for her to need this hug.
“I thought I was left alone,” she confesses. The relief has loosened her so much it just falls out. But it doesn’t matter. She’s learning that Yi-hyun isn’t someone she needs to stay careful around.
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(Or: five times Sae-bom noticed Yi-hyun's body, and one time she noticed her own)
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She doesn’t turn around until a few minutes later, when she’s halfway up the hill. He’d want the high ground too.
“Are you following me?” she asks. No real suspicion in her voice, only curiosity. She hadn’t lost that, even after someone pointed a gun at her. She’s the same as ever.
“No,” he says. He is. Of course. He doesn’t know how to move through life except as a threat, so maybe that’s why he’s being so weird now.
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(or: camera girl and bully boy, in the time after)
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She’s supposed to be trying to lead a normal life now. One with sleeping on beds instead of sticks and brushing her teeth instead of scrubbing them with fabric.
So that evening, when she realizes that Ran-joo is going to be out for hours and the house below is silent enough that it seems everyone’s probably turned in early for the night, Mok-ha decides it’s time to try the next step for acclimating back to society: masturbating in a real bed.
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They emerge out into the cool night air, her hand still in his. He’s ready to keep running, adrenaline still screaming through him, but his arm suddenly jerks backwards: Mok-ha, pulling him to a halt.
“Ki-ho-yah.”
And everything in him falls still.
Hearing her call him that name — it streaks through him like a shot of alcohol, an immediate, unsteadying heat.
He lets go of her hand. It’s not easy, after clutching on so tight: the skin sticks, her fingertips dragging across his palm.
“It’s you.” Her voice is shaking. “You’re Ki-ho, right?”
This entire time, he has never had to lie to her directly about who he is. He’s offered her his new name. He’s talked disparagingly of Ki-ho. But he’s never had to outright deny the boy he used to be, not in front of her.
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(The Bo-geol POV that answers the burning question: what was he actually thinking during those first few episodes while he struggled to keep his identity secret?)
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After she spent an evening with Yoon Taeoh, blowing bubbles, eating japchae and watching him talk about sea otters with that big, goofy grin on his face, she was pretty confident in her assessment of him.
“You’re so innocent,” she’d told him. Pure.
It just seemed to fit him. And Motomiya Yuri usually wasn’t wrong about people.
So she wasn’t sure how, just days later, she had ended up here: back in his apartment, getting the life fucked out of her on top of a giant sea otter plushie.
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in transit (you, me, and the sun) by dejavu (suggcest)
Fandoms: 무인도의 디바 | Castaway Diva (TV)
17 May 2024
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It’s odd, sitting in the front seat of the car next to him. Next to Ki-ho, the boy she spent years conjuring the image of as she swam in the ocean and talked to seagulls and lashed sticks together into shelter. The man she spent the last few months desperately trying to get in contact with.
He’s been beside her all this time, really. Except now, he’s actually right beside her, only the gearshift and the edges of their respective seats in the way. And she knows now, for certain. No more self-sabotaging doubts, no more deflection. It’s him. It’s him.
(Or: the car ride back from camping that we didn't get to see in Episode 8. The aftermath of a certain confession.)