All of Me

VERY IMPORTANT NOTE:

Hello. I've been writing fanfics for the KHS-JJH & Geumja-Hee Jae OTPs. It’s such a happy feeling to know that you aren’t alone in the universe. Here’s a story someone submitted to my account. I’m posting this because we love #Hyena fanfics here (and by extension, also KHS-JJH fanfics haha).

Thanks, sender, whoever you are. And please don’t stop writing. I enjoyed this story immensely. What I love about writing these fanfics is that we have the chance to go behind the scenes of the show, or in this case, of the story, pick a moment and expand it. This story pulls that off without a hitch. 

Thank you, writer! This is a welcome, welcome surprise.

As for the rest, here’s the story. Enjoy! 🙂

Summary: Hee Jae struggles with returning Geum Ja’s watch. Set shortly after Hyena, which I still haven’t gotten over.

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Hee Jae stared at the watch in his hand again. He had lost count of the number of times he took it out, just to pocket it, unsure of how to return it to her. Return. Did it count as that? He had given it to the person he loved as Hee Sun, a persona tailored for him, or who he used to be. But she’d blindsided him in the courtroom - he still marvelled over it at times - and as he nursed his bitterness and hurt with every petty argument they had, he found himself falling into the colourful chaos that was her world. And he fell hard. She was smart, anyone could see that. She was strong-headed, to the point of being insufferably stubborn, but he learned to love this side of her. She never gave in to the hardships and labels the world threw at her, but came out stronger to prove her naysayers wrong. Those who didn’t know her saw it as vengeance or arrogance, but he recognised the fire in her eyes, her passion for life meshed with her doggedness. He was hooked. She wasn’t perfect, and there were things about her that still annoyed him, but this was the woman he’d sworn to protect. Despite her snarky nature, he knew she too, would always have his back. And beyond her seemingly impenetrable walls, there was a vulnerability that she allowed only him to see. He was grateful, and he loved her all the more for that. Her nightmares lingered, some nights worse than others. She tried to hide it at first, but he noticed her trembling hands when she handled a knife. He knew she wouldn’t want to get checked, at least not this soon, so he gave her the time and space she needed to manage her trauma. But it was in these little moments of weakness, cracks in her walls, that she sought him out the most. And he was always there, for her. Every nightmare that ended in tears, each time she dropped something while trying to cut it, he was there to pick it up, pick her up. He held her, reassured her, steadied her hand the same way she did his as he left his world behind. She surprised him with these moments of raw openness and need, that it left him wondering what to expect from her. What can he expect from her? He was always a little less than his arrogant self when it came to her. She’d never defined their relationship and what it meant to her. What he meant to her. He knew she worried about him. But it wasn’t enough. He was tired of waiting for her to reach out, of leaving their relationship grey. He wanted more. He wanted to hear her say she loved him too, he wanted to claim her as his. He wanted to taste her and make love to her. He wanted to wake up to her in the morning and fall asleep beside her at night. He wanted to do his groceries with her, cook for her. He wanted to ride the cable car with her, with both of them on it this time, and he wanted to catch a movie with her. He’d found out by accident that she enjoyed old films when he stumbled across her film collection among the clutter on the steps of the office. While other women collected shoes, she collected films, good ones too, and her collection easily rivaled his vinyl one. He wanted all that, and more. But he also knew he wasn’t going to get it all at once. It was almost as if she was afraid to be loved. Being with her tested him more than the bar had, but he’d choose her over and over, no questions asked. One step at a time, he thought to himself. He let out a long sigh and drew his thoughts back to the present. Staring down at the case papers on his desk, he knew he wouldn’t be able to concentrate the rest of the night. It was late, everyone had left, but he was waiting for her. She was out meeting a client. He wanted to return her watch, but he hasn’t yet figured how. Restless, he stood from his desk and wandered over to hers. He never really explored her corner of the office, and since she was out, he took the chance to do so now. Perhaps he would learn something new or two about the woman he loved. His fingers traced the edge of her desk, running across her nameplate, stopping at her brass table lamp. He gave the lamp shade a light flick and it rang dully. He’d taken a liking to the light fixtures and lamps in the office because of their ornate detailing. Though he still preferred a modern Scandinavian look, he developed a new appreciation for vintage. He’d never admit this to Ji Eun though. The office decor had grown on him like how Geum Ja had. She’d opened up a whole new world for him without him realising. It was clear from the way he approached his cases now, where he considered things he previously would’ve missed out on. His dressing too, had taken a louder tone, and recently, he found himself going for the bitterness of soju over wine, especially when faced with difficult clients. He smiled to himself as he rounded her desk. He saw the golf bag in the corner and wondered if she actually played golf. Nah, it’s not her. He made a mental note to ask her what she did for exercise and wondered if he could convince her to join his gym sessions. Stopping in front of the 80s television set on her bookshelf, he noticed a photo of the building she wanted to own taped to it. He smiled as he recalled how she shared her story with him. While there was nothing grand or dramatic in what she said, she laid bare her dreams and insecurities that day. He knew then that she trusted him fully. His eyes skimmed the law books on the upper shelf, and as he was about to turn away, he noticed something familiar. He looked back, and there, peeking out from behind the volumes, was what looked like a vinyl record. He reached for it and when he pulled it out, his face broke into a smile. On the cover was Go Yi Man with the words ‘To Yoon Hee Jae, be happy’. She didn’t toss it after all. He was surprised. He hadn’t expected her to harbour any sentimentality about their relationship at that time, especially not after their bar conversation where she told him she had never been sincere with him, and broke his heart a second time. He felt like he was back in her car, having just discovered Paganini on her playlist, watching her squirm under this gaze. And this was all the push he needed. As if on cue, he heard the door open, and her tired voice streamed through the office in a yawn. He walked out to the common area, record in hand. She was mid-stretch when she noticed him, and when her eyes travelled down to what he was holding, she froze. “Jung Geum Ja, what’s this?” he asked, raising the record and waggling it for emphasis. His face was smug. Her eyes followed his movements. She took a few seconds to gather herself, and when she did, she shot him a look of mild annoyance. “It is what it is.” She said casually as she dropped her bag on the armchair and sat on the couch. But Hee Jae could tell she was still uneasy, he was attuned to her moods and mannerisms by now. Her brows furrowed, and she turned to him sharply, her expression accusatory. “And exactly why were you snooping around my desk?” Her tone was rough, but held no malice. Her question caught him off guard, but he answered honestly. “I was curious.” She scoffed at that. “How does that make it okay?” “It doesn’t-” he stopped mid-sentence when he realised what she was doing. “Ya. Jung Geum Ja. Stop deflecting.” He moved to sit on the coffee table in front of her, trapping her between his knees. “Just answer me. Why do you have this?” He nodded towards the record in his hand, an expectant look on his face. He could tell she was wracking her brain for an answer. “I wanted to sell it. It’s a limited edition piece, it would’ve been a waste to toss it.” Even she knew it was a weak excuse before she finished. “Lies.” He narrowed his eyes at her in dissatisfaction. He’d expected a cop-out answer from her, it was Jung Geum Ja after all. “It’s autographed - with my name. It never would’ve fetched any real value,” he deadpanned. She avoided his gaze, but he stared at her with the same intensity until she cracked. “Fine. I didn’t throw it away alright? I don’t know why I didn’t, I don’t know what came over me. Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe you already started to mean something to me back then,” she huffed. A moment of silence passed between them, and his smile widened. He was pleased. “Are you that happy?” “If you’d like to know, yes. I am.” She rolled her eyes, shaking her head at him in disbelief, but she was smiling. He took her in - the way her nose crinkled, how her eyes lit up, and his expression turned tender. “You know what would make me happier?” His voice was serious. She remained silent, but her eyes were questioning. He took a deep breath, and reached for her right hand. She didn’t resist. He unclasped the watch she was wearing, and took the one from his pocket out. He paused to look up at her, giving her an opportunity to pull back. He could see traces of worry and fear in her face, but the hint of certainty lining her eyes told him she wanted this too. And that was enough. He slipped the watch on her wrist and fastened it. “There. Now you can’t come up with any excuses to run away from me. I’m giving this to you knowing who you are and what I’m getting into. And I want all of that, I want you. Don’t run from me anymore, please.” She stared into his eyes, as if expecting him to come to his senses and back out. But he held her gaze, and when she gave him the slightest nod, he let go of a breath he didn’t realise he was holding. “Does it mean the same thing?” She asked cautiously. “My time is now your time?” He knew he wanted to return it to her, but he never really stopped to think about what it meant for the both of them. He thought about it for a few moments, looking down at her hands in his before continuing. “That and more, I guess. My time, and all of me, is yours. But this also means you’re now responsible to me too. I know you’re used to doing things on your own, and I’m not expecting you to change. But before you run headfirst into danger next time, can you at least remember that there’s someone waiting for you back home? You’re not alone anymore. There’s someone that worries for you, and would hate to see you hurt.” His voice was almost breaking, and he stopped to steady himself. “He’d rather die than lose you.” His voice dropped to a whisper, and he took a deep breath to reign in his emotions before looking at her squarely in the face. Her black orbs were shiny, and there was a storm of emotions that wasn’t there before. He could tell she was trying to steel herself. He gave her hand a light squeeze. “I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. I love you, Jung Geum Ja.” “Hee Jae-” She bit her lip, unsure of how to continue. She closed her eyes, and for a brief moment, he thought he could sense the conflict within her, like she was fighting her own emotions and insecurities. But it was soon replaced by quiet confidence, and when she looked at him with eyes that seemed to go on forever, he had his answer. Her face was sure, and her expression told him everything that she couldn’t. “I know,” his voice was gentle. “I know. You don’t need to tell me you love me, well, not now. But-” He paused to collect himself before continuing. “At least give me this.” She cocked her head, confused. “Give you wha-” He closed the gap between their lips before she could finish. With one hand on her nape, he sucked tenderly on her lower lip and teased her with the tip of his tongue before pulling away. “This.” He smirked at her reaction. Her face was flushed, her eyes still closed, and her lips parted with the slightest tilt in the corners of her mouth. Looks like he wasn’t the only one who wanted more. When she opened her eyes, her gaze was different. He could see the heat in her darkened eyes, mirroring the desire that was in his. He pulled her in as she reached for him almost instantaneously, and his mouth captured hers. Perhaps it was the absence of alcohol, but she tasted sweeter than he remembered. He tugged at her lips, desperate for more. She responded with the same hunger, her fingers tangling themselves in his hair as their tongues clashed. He had one hand cupping her cheek, but the other was already underneath her shirt, running across her lower back, pulling her in. Their last kiss felt like ages ago, but his body didn’t take long to remember hers. He felt the need rise within him with her finally in his arms, kissing him back, her hands all over him at once. She gripped his hair and pulled him closer. He stood from the coffee table and moved on top of her, pushing her down on the couch. Their hands moved quickly, and before long, their clothes were in a pile on the floor. He didn’t go for her curves first, but her scars.

The scars on my body show me what I’ve been through. He wanted her to show him too. He found the one on her right shoulder first, and as he ran his fingers tenderly over the rough skin, she buried her moan in his neck. His mouth found hers again as his hand moved to her stomach next. There, he found remnants of a knife wound. He fingered the thin, raised scar, and other smaller scars scattered around her torso, until she was writhing beneath him. He revelled in the way her body felt against his, as his right hand slipped into her left one, caressing the knife scars on her palm. When they broke apart for air, with only the sound of their pants between them, and her hand in his, he looked into her eyes and knew this was what they both wanted. He leaned down to kiss the scar on her shoulder as he moved against her, kissing his way along her collarbone and up her neck, to her ear. “Just for the record, this night did happen,“ he breathed into her ear, his voice ragged. She laughed at this, a full hearty laugh that reverberated through him, and made him swell with emotion. He could feel her nod against him. “Yes, yes it did. And you’d better remember it.“  He’d no doubt he would, as she pressed her body into his and met his urgent strokes with equal intensity. His last coherent thought before he lost himself in her was that it was a Friday night, and they didn’t have to explain themselves to anybody the next morning. Fin.

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nothingremainsunsaid posted this happym8 Woooooooow i loved it 😍😍😍🙌🏼🙌🏼🙌🏼 happym8 Thank you to the person who wrote it ☺️

nothingremainsunsaid So, true, @happym8. Yep, thank you, whoever you are! ❤️❤️❤️ 😊😊😊

b-is-for Thank you Anonymous Writer! Such a gorgeous story! And so authentic and in-character, I almost felt like I was watching a post-credits stinger they were supposed to show after the final episode. I particularly loved all the references to specific scenes in the drama (my heart fluttered a little extra at "this night did happen" + "and you'd better remember it"). And when he was showing reverence to her scars - god, so much feels! 😍😊😭👏🙌❤❤❤

b-is-for Needless to say, I loved it. And I hope you write some more! 🙏🙏🙏

baby-hyena Awww. I love this!! Thank you anonymous writer 🥰 nothingremainsunsaid aww, yep, this is such a welcome, welcome surprise. 😊 thanks again!

nothingremainsunsaid @b-is-for: awww, yes. i loved that line too. it's a wonderful reversal of Geumja's "This night never happened." It really feels like fans of the show are already writing season 2 of Hyena. HAHAHA. Love it.

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