This scene could happen in the begining of episode 3...
Eun Dong. Ju Meok. Park Kwang Beom. And Kim Ju Muk. One by one, theu all fell under that woman's charm and all I had planned went down the drain. It's hopeless. That woman has taken over the place. My place, my men. With her sweet talk and witty way, she has gain their trust and their empathy... except maybe for Kim Ju Muk, but he's a special case, anyway. They spend the time teasing each other and cursing, testing my patience and tolerance... If she'd stay here more than three days, I swear they'll end up by being friends, but for now? Oil and vinegar... literally!
After she realized how I and my men had lowered the guard concerning her, running like crazy until she got to the village, she suddenly turned the table and the odds were against us... Ah, hadn't Kim Ju Muk spoken too much and she's still be controllable... But. He just had to point each of our flaws and... bang! She had the chance to play with us, for if we'd turn her in, she'd be happy to report us. No way. I would never let her do that to my men. So, here we are, me and her, under the same roof, day after day, until she goes on that boat, off to her country. Oh! How I miss having my place just to myself... First, because I'm used to be alone. I'm a loner. I like to be alone with my thoughts and my stuff but since she arrived, she's constantly... here. At first, it was strange... seeing her in my space, in my intimate space, well, a woman... it was uncomfortable... But then, when I saw her wearing nothing but my shirt... a towel in her head, after having taken a bath... I got softened.
She has spent the whole afternoon phoning me. About the shampoo, the body wash, the scent candle... the hot water! I tried to cool myself and be patient... where did that woman think she was? The Hilton Hotel?!
Then I took a deep breath. After all, she had crashed landed on me, having nothing with her except a paragliding and her clothes... I forced myself to go to the market, and buy all she asked. And some clothes. And some underwear. Right. Underwear. I remember the seller asking me the size of, well, the size os the cups... I confess I didn't take much time to notice her cup size... So, I brought all the bras tha woman had available. And shampoo, moisturizer, body wash... and even a candle! See if now that woman gives me some rest!
I arrived home, already late getting ready to her we whining, but when I saw her with that jar on her hand, feeling so scared, so pale... my heart stopped. She was so vulnerable, in panic... I immediately felt sorry for her and, something changed in me, about my impression on her. So I tried to picture myself in her situation. In a foreign, enemy and unknown country... at the mercy of an enemy. Plus, she was a woman, surrounded by men. Living with a man. Me. I would never land a hand on her but, she doesn't know that...
Gently, I listen to her... trying not to get affected by the fact she's crying. For the first time, I see in her a vulnerable woman and I understand, for the first time how lonely she feels, how lost... like me.
I hand her the candle. It's not a scent candle... How was I supposed to know? Then, I take the jar off her hand and let her cry her soul out. She's torn. She's out of her element and I just listen to her. Crying and let go off all that pain off her chest will be good for her so, I just stay there, staring at her... those beautiful teary eyes, those cherry lips... and I suddenly feel like holding her in my arms. But I don't. I just listen and see her cry. And when she points her shame for crying next to a total stranger, I light off the candle and let her cry in the dark. She needs space and I must give it to her. She may leave in a couple of days but I must respect her fear...
Suddenly, I tell her all will be alright and, like a little girl who just meeded to be reassured Santa Claus actually exists, she stares at me, with those eyes and asks me, if I'm sure. I say I am and she seems to calm down.
Moments later, I'm on my way to the office. I'm leaving for Pyongyang the next morning. We never said goodbye, and I don't even know her name. I just want her to forget about us and I just wish I can forget about her. And when I lay down to rest a couple of hours, my thoughts go to that woman, so strong yet so fragile at the same time, who wore my shirt (my special stripe shirt) and I imagine her body under it... I sigh. No. I can't think about her. She'll leave to her capitalist country, her wealth and her comfort and all will be a memory. Just a memory.
I close my eyes. The last thing I see before getting to sleep is her eyes... her lips and her laughter. And her scent... of flowers and honey.
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The next morning is just another morning. I hardly think of the woman. Except for maybe one time or two. Ok. Three. Wondering if she'd be more calm, or if she'd eventually slept...
I eventually stop thinking about her once I arrive to the capital and sent to be inquired...
I have to focus on my brother and solving his death so, once I get released, I dedicate the rest of the day to that matter. I know my men will take care of her and, most of all, will keep her under their surveillance... for her sake and ours.
She'll be gone the next day so I soothe myself, thinking all will be ok. I took care of the phone cards... actually, I asked for two, just in case. The price to pay for her departure on the boat, but, as long as she's safe, I'm ok with that...
Until I receive a phone call. It's Pyo Chi Su. All my senses are suddenly under alert. He mentions my house is about to be inspected... All my thoughts go to that woman since he also tell me she was told not to answer the phone.
Her eyes. Her tears. Her wellbeing. The picture of her, being arrested suddenly take over me and just can't ignore it. She might confess what we all did but... what about her? A southern woman in my house? She'll be immediately considered a spy... I must do something quickly... She needs help and I'm the only one who can actually do something for her...
I ask for a car and drive, as fast as I can, to the village. Every second counts and all I can think is what can happen to her if she's caught, alone, scared, when I know she's just a victim of the circumstances.
I arrive to the village just in time to see Jo Cheol Kang next to the woman. Of all the officers, it had to be this son of a b****?! The whole village is surprised at the sight of this woman and even more to see me arrive in such a hurry, I try to keep my cool... I have to thing«k fast of a way out for her, for me and my men...
I look at her. She looks at me and gives me a sign not to do anything but I don't pay her attention. Then, Jo Cheol Kang (he must really enjoy this moment, he's always wanted to set me up...) points a gun at her, I look at her and she's startled. I have to keep calm so I ask him what he's doing to my fiancée.
There. Just like that. The first thing that came to my head. My fiancée. Not a sister or a cousin. No. My fiancée. Jo Cheol Kang seems surprised as well as the whole village. The bachelor has a fiancée?
I look at her. She's surprised yes, but more than that relieved to see me. And, sensing her relief I just want to take her out of there and guarantee her safety. But first, I still have to convince Jo Cheol Kang she is actually my fiancée...
WAIT. Did I just say she is my fiancée?!
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Crash Landing on you - the untold scenes and season 2
FanficCrash Landing on You. A powerfull story for an amazing show. Beautiful. Exquisite. Wonderful cast. Awesome story love of fate, redemption, forgiveness. A south Korean rich woman, ends up accidentally in North Korea, having for her protector a north...