Into the Blue

Lucky

This is an entirely imagined BINJIN scenario, based on the tweet I posted featuring the two cute photos below.

It is not based on any real event. Please don't take it seriously.

This was requested by B / @actressson on Twitter.

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She's pouting adorably, looking 22 instead of 39, and he's about to cave were it not for the sound of his mobile phone beeping loudly to let him know of an incoming call.

He sighs in relief for the welcome distraction that he immediately answers, lest he fall into her trap again and miss an important shoot as a consequence.

It wasn't really a trap, no, for she never really did actively force him to do anything for her at the expense of his work commitments.

In fact, if it were up to him, and only him, he would willingly forego any kind of commitment, work or not, just to spend all his waking hours with her.

But he wasn't the only stakeholder here. People relied on him. Companies relied on him. Managers, agents, employees, etc. – they were all counting on him to show up, and stay true to his word and hold his end of the bargain.

And she wasn't going to let him do that anyway. Though she liked to pretend to be overly sad whenever they parted ways, she understood, with the kind of clarity that can only come from years of working in the same industry as he did, how his mere presence was vital.

That was just their way of life. But that didn't mean she couldn't pretend to act like the petty woman in love who just wants to spend time with her man 24/7, especially when she's equipped with a whole set of acting skills at her disposal.

"Yes, I understand. I'm on my way," he speaks hurriedly over the phone, clasping the device in one hand, the other reaching out to pinch her cheek. "Thank you, I'll see you there."

He puts his phone inside his pocket before placing his hand on her other cheek, laughing when she rubs her face all over his palms and juts out her lower lip, her eyebrows climbing upwards in mock distress.

"Jagi, you know I have to go," he tells her in his deep yet soft singsong voice, like talking to a child who had just been told she can't have any more ice cream. "But I will see you in a few hours."

Not saying anything, she lifts her arms to cross them in front of her, puffing exaggeratedly, with her shoulders going up and down.

Cocking his head, still squishing her little face, he waits for the talented actress to wrap up the limited run of her tiny fake tantrum, which she eventually does after releasing her arms, punctuated by a deep heavy sigh.

"I know," she says in a genuine resigned tone that hopelessly makes his heart ache.

"Can I have my kiss now?" Without waiting for her answer, he leans towards her lips but stops mid-way when she abruptly holds up a palm as a barrier between their faces.

Her mischievous smile on full display, the one where the corners of her mouth are upturned but her lips are almost folded in, with her eyes sporting her signature glint that signifies a playful plan in motion, she shakes her head at him.

"Nope. You'll get it when you come back home," she tells him, trying not to give in when he starts smacking his lips on her open palm instead.

"But that won't be for hours," he protests, trying to get past kissing just her damn hand, her inviting lips so near yet so far. "This isn't fair, Jagi."

"I know. Now, we're even." She steps back and gestures an arm towards the entrance of the house, innocently swaying from side to side. "Go on. Take care and call me when you get there."

Pursing her lips, she watches him sulk for a few more seconds before turning to walk through the door. When he brushes past her, he pauses to give her the biggest, most exaggerated pout she has ever seen on his face, and the seasoned actress immediately breaks character, pulling him close to her.

How the tables have turned.

Mirroring what he had done to her earlier, she places each of her hands on either side of his face, making his eyes go as wide as saucers, before planting a quick kiss on his lips.

When she pulls away, she laughs at his adorably shocked expression, the squeezing she's doing on his face making his lips move until the lower one fully juts forward.

Unable to stop herself, she goes on her tiptoes to rub her nose against his before giving his face one last squish.

"You know I can never resist you," she says sweetly before moving her hands from his face to wound her arms around his waist.

"You know I can't resist you too, it's just... I have to–"

"Shhh," she interrupts him by placing a finger on his lips. "I understand. I was just kidding. I'm always proud of you, and I'll be right here waiting for you any day, any time, any hour."

Pressing his forehead against hers, he looks into her eyes and feels his heart swell. "How did I get so lucky."

With one last kiss, she releases her hold on him, albeit reluctantly, before ushering him into the hallway.

"I'm the lucky one," she muses, crossing her arms as she watches him put on his coat and shoes.

"No, I am," he growls, pretending to scowl at her, not willing to let her think otherwise. He steps outside the door, shaking a finger at her. "You can't win this."

"Okay, sure," she acquiesces, slowly nodding her head, a mock thoughtful expression on her face.

She raises her eyebrows and shrugs. "Maybe you'll get even luckier tonight," she tells him nonchalantly.

As his scowl turns into a gape in the speed of lightning, she hurriedly closes the door with that sweet wicked laugh of hers, leaving him dumbfounded and wondering where in the world was he supposed to go to again??

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Photos by tvN, Showbox, KPJ