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Temporary Affairs II

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Chapter 12.  The Proposal

Overcome with tears and a wide toothy smile, you squirmed around in the wheel chair.  Jongin and you had just visited your little princess at the nursery.  To be honest, you barely recognized her.  She was only three days old but had grown twice the size she was when she first arrived into the world.  Her skin was now silky smooth and her eyes fully opened – and yep, as Jongin had hoped, they were big and round just like her mothers. 

You couldn’t wait to go back again; tomorrow couldn’t arrive any sooner.  You’re so overjoyed by the recent encounter with Yoona that you didn’t even notice Jongin wasn’t wheeling you back to your room until you were already at the lobby. 

Looking around in puzzlement, you asked, “Oppa, did you take a wrong turn?”

But the smirk on his face told you otherwise.

“Where are we going?” you questioned, already knowing what he was going to reply with.  You’ll see…


“You’ll see…” he slurred.  Oh, you mysterious, sexy man.  Stop it!  I love you.


Your husband walked over to the receptionist and she nodded knowingly before turning around to fetch something for him.  You strained to look, curious as to what was going on.  Jongin took the two winter coats from her.

“Jagiya, put this on,” he handed you a white puffy coat.  His was dressed in a matching black one.  

“Are we going outside?” you questioned and he nodded.  From his pocket, he took out some earmuffs and placed it over your ears. 

When you were fully dressed for the cold weather, he exited through the front door and U-turned through a maze so expertly you thought he must have gone to the destination at least twenty times.  After passing the hospital outdoor café area, he took one last right turn into a large field of grass.  Icicles formed on the tips like snowflake crowns.  So pretty!  But why are we here?  You turned around to your husband only to discover that he was nowhere in sight.  Confused, you stood up and looked around. 

“Oppa?” you called.  Oh, heck no he did not just leave me in the middle of nowhere!  You had no idea how to get back either because of that crazy maze. 

“Oppa?!” you called out again, “I’m going to be mad if you don’t come out soon!” 

Suddenly a buzzing noise hovered over your head.  Tilting your chin up, you saw a toy helicopter forming different shapes in the air.  On your tiptoes, you attempted to grab it but whoever was controlling it was teasing your short height. 

“Hmph, you’re so mean Oppa!” you pouted, kicking the snow with your feet. 

And then the helicopter floated in front of you.  You extended your hands out and it landed perfectly onto the center of your palms.  Stuck on the bottom was a rolled up note.  Hehe.  Eagerly, you took it and opened to read the contents. 

“Take ten steps to the South,” it read. 

“Oppaaaa, you know I can’t tell my directions!” you shouted, thinking he must still be around. 

But then you squinted and in tiny letters it read, “My silly panda bear, that means ‘Take ten steps to your right’”. 

You muffled a giggle and obediently followed the directions.  In front of you was a streetlamp.  What’s so amazing about a freakin’ streetlamp? 


“Kim Jongin-ssi, you did not bring me out here just to stare at a streetlamp, did you?” you questioned but as you do, you saw engraved letters on the shaft. 

Squinting, you lifted your hand and grazed over the words that read, “You are the light of my life”.  You are mine too.  Sniffing, you blinked back tears. 

Again a buzzing noise flew in circles over your head before falling into your palms.  The note read, “Take fifteen steps forward”.  You do so and came face to face with a wooden bench swing.  On the wood were the words, “You are the one who gives me momentum through times I don’t even want to try anymore”.  A teardrop fell from your eyes. You are too. 

Another helicopter landed with the directional guidance of, “Take twenty steps to your left”.  In front of you was a large heart-shaped rock that read, “You are my one and only”.  You took a small pebble from the ground and craved the words, “You are too, Pabo”. 

“Turn 45 degrees to your left and take fifty steps forward,” another note read.  You skipped along and even from a distance, you could already see the lights that sparkled in the evening sky.  In front of you was a large tree decorated with streamers, lace, white Christmas lights, and glass bottles.  You walked around it trying to search for any engraved words on the trunk but there weren’t any. 

“I don’t know what I’m supposed to do here!” you shouted, still thinking – no, knowing that your husband was around because he wouldn’t leave you alone and by yourself in the cold evening. 

And then you realized the glass bottles had little rolled up paper stars in them.  You tiptoed and removed one from a branch.  Unraveling the origami, you smiled widely when you discovered that they did indeed contain written notes.  This one read, “Her cute aegyo”.  Puzzled, you took another one and it said, “The way she drools every time she falls asleep”.  You opened another one, and then another one…


“The way she kicks around in bed”.


“Her adorable slightly tilted canine tooth”.


“How she always crinkles her nose when I peck her lips”.


“The softness of her kisses”.


“The way her lashes flutter when she’s shy”.


“Her endearing nervous laughter and habit of rubbing of the back of her neck”.


“Her ridiculously lovable, ‘Hehe’ that causes my insides to melt”.


“The way she’s always so humble and never gives herself enough credit”.


“Her small Cinderella feet”.


“Her smooth silky hair”.


“The way she blushes every time I kiss her”.


“The way she gazes at me with those dreamy eyes”.


By then you were drowning in your tears.  You didn’t think a silly question you asked months ago, regarding why he loved you, would cause him to plan such a breathtaking event for you.  And he managed to keep it a secret from you this whole time. 

You continued to open the bottles.

“The way she smells after a shower”.


“Her morning breath”.  “What?  Now this one doesn’t make sense, Kim Jongin-ssi,” you laughed out loud.

“Her little habit of pacing around the room when she’s nervous”.


“The way she always wears my jackets even though she has ten times more clothes than me stuffed in her closet”.  “Is this a complaint?” you questioned, giggling. 

“Her curvaceous figure reserved for only me ~wink wink~”.  You blushed. 

The way her brows furrow every time she is deep in thought”.


“The way her fingers dance along my skin”.


“How she doesn’t realize how beautiful she is”.


“How she’s never afraid to be the first to apologize and admit her mistakes”.


“Her silliness and clumsiness”.


“The way her chest goes up and down so calmingly in the middle of the night”. 


“Her tight snuggles”.


“Her laughter and smile”. 


“The way she playfully slaps my arm every time she’s embarrassed”.


“The little tinge of pink that appears on her cheeks every time I tell her she’s beautiful”. 


Stretching your arms way high up, you took the final bottle.  This one was different from all the other ones because it was bigger in size and illuminated a pink light.  Even before you twisted the cap open, your vision was already clouded up. 

Inside was an origami heart.  Wiping away your tears so you could actually read the note, you unfolded the heart and instantly burst into tears reading the contents. 

“The way she loves me like I love her,” a voice spoke out loud from behind you. 

Turning around, you saw Jongin standing about ten feet away from you with a bouquet of flowers in his hands.  With a deep breath, he physically shook away his jitters and slowly walked up to meet you.  You took the flowers from his hands and he wiped away the tears the streamed down from your eyes.   


“What is all this for?” you asked, staring deep into his captivating orbs. 

“For this,” he responded.  For what? 

He took out a velvet box from his pockets and got down on one knee.  Wuhhh?  Wait…wait…


“Oppa…what are you doing?” you asked, confused.

“_______ _______, will you marry me?” he asked.  Wait…wait I’m so confused. 

“Um…We’re already married…are you okay, Oppa?” you asked worriedly, placing your hand on his forehead.  Crap, did the whole giving birth thing permanently scar him so much that he has amnesia? 

“I know, but will you marry me?” he inquired.  I’m still so confused. 

“Pabo, we’re already married,” you repeated, holding out your left hand and pointing at your wedding ring with your right. 

“I know, but will you marry me?” he repeated.  Omg, Oppa, are you okay?  My poor hubby. 


“I’m so confused,” you admitted.  Wait, maybe it’s not Oppa who’s going crazy.  Maybe I’m going crazy.  Omg.  Omg.  Crap. 

“Jagiya, it’s true that we’re married.  But I never got the chance to propose to you.  I never got the chance to make sure that you knew I loved you before we got married.  We never got to go on our Honey Moon either because I got you pregnant before it even happened…” he explained, “Will you give me a chance today to make it up to you?” 

Biting your lip to keep yourself from crying, you responded, “Pabo, I never kept tabs on those things”.

“I know you don’t but you deserve it.  Because I want you to know how lucky I feel to have you as my wife,” he explained. 

You could no longer stop yourself from crying, so you bawled, letting all the liquid you held back spill out.

“So, _______ _______, will you marry this Pabo Kim Jongin.  Will you promise to love him even when he’s old and wrinkly and his six-pack turns into a beer belly?” he asked with his eyes sparkling in the night sky.

Parting your lips, you tried to answer “yes” but you were crying so hard nothing came out, so instead you nodded your head repeatedly. 

Sighing in relief, Jongin slipped the new ring so that it sat comfortably above the first wedding band.  You brought it up to your face to see that it was the shape of a pacifier.  Engraved on the band were the words, “Kim Yoona”. 

“For every child we have in the future, I’ll propose to you again and add another ring onto your finger,” he spoke.  Gahh, don’t do this to me.  I’m going to melt. 

You let out a cute whimpering sound. 

“Do you like it?” he asked.  I love it!


“I love you,” you said instead, before sobbing again. 

Smiling at you with his deep starry eyes, he cupped your face and placed his lips onto yours.  The bouquet of flowers dropped from your hands and you threw your arms around his neck, kissing him back.  Everything felt so surreal to you ever since the moment you met this man.  You two started out as fated enemies, to acquaintances, to friends, and finally lovers.  

“I love you more,” Jongin said, with his forehead against yours. 



a/n:  Early update because my internet is so unable today o_o.  Doing it now before it dies!

Aww she finally gets the proposal she’s been waiting for her whole life <3 so romantic.

Tomorrow is the last chapter ~cries~ I can’t believe it.  Temporary Affairs couple has been through so much…do you think the ending will be happy or sad?

Any Tao bias out there?!!?!?!  I know ya’ll are still stuck on The Lucky One but I’m so stuck on Beautiful Distraction (even after I reread The Lucky One)!!  I can’t get my head over that story and you will know why after the first chapter.  It’s one of those fast paced stories where you just immediately jump into the shoe’s of the girl and every word, every thought becomes your own.  (I swear, as I was writing the first chapter I wasn’t even thinking.  I was typing so, so fast that words just started appearing and before I knew it I finished the first chapter.  This didn’t even happen for The Lucky One).  Anyway, enough spazzing about Beautiful Distraction, let’s give the spotlight back to TA2 for two more days, shall we.  :D Yoona meets Youngwoo next chapter.  Bwhahaha 

I’ll be fine, I promise (Metal Slug Short Story)

“Marco, I’m so sorry. I’m sorry that I hurt you.”

Poor Fio was a mess. Tears were streaming down her face after her long-struggling battle against the once alien brainwashed Marco. Marco softly smiled at Fio and took her into his arms to help the young maiden to calm down. He gently took her cap off and stroke the back of her head and whispered to her in a gentle voice, “It’s all right, Fio. You didn’t hurt me badly and you did a good job stopping them from controlling me. I’ll be fine, I promise. Now go help the others to finish this fight. I’ll catch up with you later.”

Fio couldn’t sleep. She tossed and turned in her bed, hugging her stuffed bear, Peppino in her arms and stared at the ceiling of her darken bedroom. She can’t shake off the images digging its gnarling claws into her brain. The fight, Marco’s injuries, and that hideous Controller, flying around and controlling Marco against his will like a puppet. After defeating the Invader Queen with the help of the Rebels and the Martians, they headed back to Head Quarters to rest and Marco was sent to get a medical check over and have any lacerations cleaned up and bandaged.

As for Fio, she headed straight to her bedroom to wash up and change into a pair of fresh clothes. She sat down on her bed and grabbed her childhood friend, Peppino and hugged the bear tight in her arms, fighting back the tears, “They forced me to fight Marco, Peppino. I can’t forgive myself if I killed him or worst.” She sniffed and wiped the tears away from her eyes and hugged the bear again. She wants to be left alone for now and hopes that her thoughts will clear up by the time her friends comes looking for her.

Fio snapped herself back to the present. She tossed the covers to the side and set Peppino on her bed. “I’m going to check on Marco, Peppino. I’ll be right back.” She put on her glasses and slipped her feet into a pair of cute fox slippers she always keeps by her bed and quietly closes the door behind her. The hallway’s light was dimmed down this late at night to save energy and Fio can see pretty well to make her route to Marco’s computer lab. She punched in the security code and the light changed from red to green. Curious, she opened the door and stepped in.

Marco wasn’t in his computer lab and Fio wondered if he went to bed already. She could go back to her room or she could knock on his bedroom door to see if he’s awake. She silently crept toward his door and knocked. “Just a minute. I have the door locked.” Footsteps grew louder and a lock clicked follow by the door hinges creaking. Marco stood in the doorway, shirtless and wearing only a pair lounge pants.

Fio can see the wrapped bandages around his abdomen, his right arm, and a gauze secured over the spot where the Controller latched its cord on his neck. He even got a small strip of band aid over the bridge of his nose and one on his jaw and another on his chin. “Fio. What can I do for you at this hour?” Marco asked and stepped to the side to let her in. “I couldn’t sleep so I came here to check on you.” Fio said quietly and sat down on his bed. Marco frowned a bit and sat down next to her. They were quiet for awhile till Marco spoke up.

“That fight is still bothering you, isn’t?” he asked almost in a whisper. He can see his answer in her tears that trickled down her cheeks and he gently wiped away the tears from her cheeks. Marco always asked himself, “Why put a sweet innocent girl with a childish nature in a cruel world of war? She doesn’t belong there, she belongs at home where she’s safe with her family and away from the merciless killing, the chaos, and heartless people who won’t hesitate to snuff out one’s life.”

Fio sniffed and Marco offered her a tissue to blow on rather than on the sleeve of her adorable teddy bear pajamas. “Fio,” She turned to look at Marco and he reached out to hold her hand. He caressed his fingers over her hand, they were soft to the touch and no traces of doubt came across his mind that Fio took great care of herself off the battlefield. She took better care of herself than he would with himself even though he shaves and baths on a daily basis. Not sure he could say the same with Tarma smelling like engine grease and sweat once in awhile.

Marco sighed, “Fio…We went through a lot ever since we first met and I remember you as a young lady who was scared and confuse after your paper works got mixed up and I knew from the beginning that I am willing to make sure to get you back home safe and sound after the war and live out the life you wanted before the war broke out.” Marco stopped for a minute to clear his throat and continued.

“But you showed me that you can keep your innocence and be optimistic during the time of sorrow, chaos, and when all things looked bleak. I know you want to stop worrying about me, but yet you’re scared that one day, you’re going to wake up and this is going to be the last time that you’ll be seeing me or our friends and I’m scared too that one day I’m going to wake up and this will be the last time I’ll see any of you alive with my or any you with our untimely death.”

Marco teared up a bit and smiled at Fio, “Don’t be afraid to cry or be worry. It’s what makes us human in this broken world, Fio. It’s okay to cry once in awhile, to know that we’re still alive and human.” Fio smiled and Marco was right. Even though they live out their lives like as if it’s their last day on this planet, she still has the rights to shed some tears once in awhile and worry about their health or what missions they took and be gone for days. But in the end, they care for each other and willing to help each other come home alive and safe.

He put his arms around her and pull her into a hug. He stroked her long hair and whispered to her, “I’ll be fine, I promise. Even if I’m scared of losing you all.” Fio closed her eyes and smiled. She hugged Marco back, careful not to mess up his bandages. “Thank you, Marco. I feel much better now.” She let out a small yawn, she can feel the sleepiness overcoming her and it was way passed her bed time. She let go of the hug to rub her eyes and stretched her arms out. “It’s quite a walk from here to your room. Why don’t you crash here for the night?” Marco suggested.

Fio was surprised by this and thinks it over. “If I do, where would you sleep?” she asked, concern for Marco and where he’ll be sleeping for the night. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll share my bed with you. It’s big enough for the both of us” Marco smiled. Now, this is a big step for Fio with Marco. Even if they have gone out on a few dates in the past and she was blushing at this whole idea of them sharing a bed. Marco chuckled. He finds Fio blushing to be one of the cutest things from her. That and how he would kiss her on the nose to she the once angry Italian girl run off blushing while covering her nose.

“Okay, I’ll spend the night here then.” She looked at him, shyly smiling at him and he smiled back at her. He moved covers to the side and got in first so Fio can be closer to the nightstand to put her glasses there and Fio removed her fox slippers set them down on the floor. He tucked her in and cuddled up next to her to give her a kiss on the cheek.

“Good night, Fio. I love you.”

Fio closed her eyes and smiled, “Good night, Marco. I love you.”