paths of fate and future - a jidal endgame fanfic

epilogue: paths of fate and future

author's note: 
our goodbye is finally here and im not ready to let go just yet... so i wrote a long-ass speech by the end of this chapter

im emo. im mourning jidal all over again so there might be a few errors in this one, but lets get this chapter rolling okay? 

(see the end of the chapter for more notes)

xx

Nothing could be worse than a busy Friday.

Just when Dal-mi felt the weekend embracing her, In-jae decided to send a huge ass email requesting a bunch of reports regarding Tarzan.

The blank document page was marked by incomprehensible words, as Dal-mi kept hitting her forehead over the keyboard in an effort to make the words come out quickly. She was now alone in her office, having seen every friend walk right into the weekend's sweet arms.

They say old habits die hard, and hitting her head over different surfaces was Dal-mi's signature move.

Injae was the worst boss, but the best sister. After their open heart conversation over cheap beers and fried chicken, Dal-mi felt like they finally crossed the bridge standing between them.

They had built an intimate relationship in no time. Suddenly, Dal-mi was sleeping over at her sister's house every other weekend and was now best friends with Injae's girlfriend. Because of this, it was always hard when In-jae went all CEO over her.

"Well, this looks good." Ji-pyeong's voice ringed out on her back, making her jump high on the chair.

One look at him was enough to put Dal-mi at ease. Dressed in a black leather jacket with a cotton white shirt and simple jeans, Ji-pyeong was the picture of a biker boyfriend.

Despite being used to seeing Ji-pyeong in casual outwears, Dal-mi always felt her heart flutter when she saw him in comfortable clothes. Right now, on his worn jeans and old black Converse, Ji-pyeong looked cute and enticing at the same time.

And there she was, distracted again with sinful thoughts regarding her boyfriend.

"Since when are you standing over there?" She asked, swallowing hard and trying to get herself together.

"I've been calling you out for a few minutes now." He assumed, laughing and bending over to kiss her lips.

God, his lips. Kissing him was overwhelming like the very first time. No matter how many times he kissed her, golden butterflies would take flight on Dal-mi's stomach and a smile found a place on her face instantly.

"What are you doing working late again?" Ji-pyeong asked, finishing the kiss with a peck on her neck, face close to hers in an intimate exchange.

"In-jae decided to hate me again and it's now making me write these reports for tomorrow morning." She said, hitting the keyboard angrily.

Ji-pyeong only smiled, his hidden intentions fighting hard to come out.

Pulling her chair over the bean bag place of the office, he tried to make Dal-mi rest a little after working too hard.

"Come now, take a nap and let me do this for you." He asked, taking out his jacket and covering her up.

"As much as I love the forearms you are showing now, I am pretty sure In-jae can tell you've been doing my work recently." Dal-mi said, already getting cozy with his warm jacket on the yellow bean bag.

"You're so resistant right now, I can't believe we will have to fight about it." Ji-pyeong said jokingly, eyes rolling from his dozing-off girlfriend.