My Drafts

A bit of Lore (MH + DB)

Funny thing enough, Mohwa is reminded of how much time had passed. Staring into Dheobin's eyes, she is reminded of something from the past.

He's much more older now, a bit more mature. A far cry from the seventeen year old Dheobin she met for the first time.

"How are you by the way?" Dheobin spoke, gently leading Mohwa throughout the dance.

"Fine I guess, I mean. . . Aside from the constant demands from Beomgyu."

The black haired male lets out a laugh. "Complaining about your boss?"

Mohwa rolls her eyes, "He's a pain really, but he's a good guy. Atleast he isn't be having me work on his wedding day."

Dheobin hums in agreement, a smile on his face. "I get it, Sangyeon's like that sometimes."

They swayed for a few minutes, relishing the quiet atmosphere surrounding them until the music started to shift into a much faster rhythm.

And soon after, the two of them followed the beat. Hand in hand, dancing in circles with little giggles as they spun each other around.

At the middle of the climax, Dheobin grabs Mohwa by the waist hand lifts her up from the floor. Earning a rather surprised laugh from the woman herself as Dheobin spins her around.

It was as if they were nineteen again, when they danced in celebration of Beeojegug finally being free from the clan.

And the many times before that.

Would it be ridiculous if Dheobin wanted this moment to last? Perhaps it was, this might've been the most at peace he's ever been since the incident two years ago.

He'd rather not see Mohwa bleed to death by a stab wound if he could help it.

He gently places Mohwa down on her feet, giggles lingering as they stared into each others eyes.

"That was fun," she says, her eyes had this rare sparkle that. . . somehow Dheobin alway manages to catch.

He wondered if. . . nevermind.

Dheobin nodded, a smile on his face. "Told you you weren't terrible," he says, brushing a stray hair away from Mohwa's forehead.

Mohwa never liked touch, but with Dheobin it was as if she'd melt into nothing.

They stared at each other for a while, mapping each others faces with their eyes.

As the music came to an end, they still held each others gaze. It was a silent contemplation on both of their own, a battle of sorts with their own selves.

They know this invisible music, they've danced around it more times than they let on. Perhaps they circled around a bit too long, but there was no regrets.

However, maybe they wanted a little more than this had to offer.

But neither of them were ready to go any further.

Mohwa's phone rang, her ringtone echoing throughout the second floor.

"You should go," Dheobin says rather somberly, his hand running through a strand of her wavy hair.

Something inside Mohwa broke, either the fucker calling her was Soobin or Beomgyu. But she doesn't want to leave Dheobin, but she had a job, a duty.

Dheobin lets go of her hair, now taking her right hand and rising it to his lips. "Until next time, Hwa," he says, planting a chaste kiss between her knuckles.

". . . Sure," she utters, flashing him a smile.

It was amusing, how loyal she was to the Choi family when Jung-hyeok first took her to be Beomgyu's informant. Mohwa felt more like a dog than a human.

Although she wasn't treated as one, it was more of a personal description she made of herself. But that was the price to pay for all the things she had done.

As Mohwa walks down the spiral stair case, she wonders, if she hadn't made such a vow with Beomgyu.

Could she and Dheobin be. . . something?

As one of her heels took a step down another plank of the stairs, Mohwa doesn't budge. A memory of exactly eighteen years ago resurfacing from her mind.

'I'd rather not have you chained to Beeojegug for your entire life Hwa.'

'I don't care Beomgyu.'

Shame clawed its way to her throat like the undead, Mohwa swallows a lump. Quickly walking down the stairs, dammit Beomgyu and his attachment to this place.

Mohwa may not show it, but she had regrets, and the vow was probably the only one that she regretted the most.

But even if she went back in time, Mohwa would still choose it over and over again.

It was better this way.

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I hope you liked the chapter:)

-Ria