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what's love got to do with it

Public displays of affection make people very uncomfortable.

The Fake Relationship Meme

You're not together. But you need to make people think you are. Because of reasons.

Maybe you secretly can't stand each other. Maybe you like each other, just not like that. (Or do you?) Maybe this is the only way you'll ever get to be with your crush. Maybe you just need to give off that couple vibe in public, or maybe you're going to be forced to engage in some hot'n'heavy fakeout makeouts. For reasons, okay?

You know the drill. Post, tag, profit.

Home For The Holidays ⇢ You need to prove to your parents that you do so have a significant other. Just until they're gone.
No Singles Need Apply ⇢ The place is perfect, but the landlady will only rent it to a nice, respectable couple.
It's Not Safe For A Woman Alone ⇢ One of you is vulnerable in this big, bad world without a partner to protect you.
Public Relations ⇢ There's only one way to stop these pesky rumors: start your own.
Undercover Mission ⇢ They'll never suspect a couple of lovey-dovey honeymooners of... whatever it is you're actually up to.
Marriage Of Convenience ⇢ It's good for both your families. Or your finances. Or your hetero street cred. Whatever: might as well make the best of it.
Well That Escalated Quickly ⇢ It's common knowledge that you're together, except you're the last to know. Is it worth correcting people?
Free Space ⇢ Bring your own ~~bottle~~ scenario.

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He watched from his seat, chin perched on the back of his right hand as he observed everything unfolding in front of him. "No, I always tell you that's Jean-Baptiste. He taught me everything I know... And then I started to go off on my own path. But even the most elegant of flowers can only bloom with proper care and nourishment." That need to follow his own path was also why he'd left France and returned to Korea, the main reason anyway. Also, it was true that he'd never asked Harry the specifics of his job but he knew it wasn't your typical bike messenger job... Those sorts didn't send someone traveling around the world.

"Milan?! And you didn't bring me anything?" Exclaimed Seunwoo, puffing his cheeks out. "Not even a brand name shirt or pair of shoes... Do you even really love me, Harry?" He was definitely playing it up but he was just a little bit sad that he didn't get himself some new Prada or Versace.

He finished savoring his bite, taking a quick sip of his tea before he answered, "You know, I was going to, but then it occurred to me that after all this time," As if they'd known each other decades instead of the span of a year and a half, "I don't actually know your size."

There was something quiet and impish in his expression, however, "Although, I did find something you might like." He shifted over so that he could snake a hand into his bag, drawing out a small box, not much larger than a teacup, inside was an Hermès silk scarf in a blue and gold fishscale pattern, along with a gold-tone, fish-shaped slide buckle to keep it in place.

"After all this? Seems like you might need to study more," snarked the Korean, curling his fingers up against his lips to hide the smirk that was taking root there. There was only one thing Seunwoo loved more than Prada and it was Hermès; his eyes were growing wider with every passing second as Harry passed over the box. Inside was something more beautiful than he could have dreamed of and he looked like he wanted to get up and spin in a circle.

"It's gorgeous," he murmured, running his fingers along the fabric as he withdrew it from the box in an absolute trance; winding it around his neck, he held it up to his face to indulge in its sinfully soft touch.

Harry couldn't help but smile, reading that half-eager tension, just a little surprised that Seunwoo had managed to stay put and more or less still instead of exploding with exuberant glee.

"Thought that would be the right one." He reached over to run the backs of his fingers along the other man's jaw, smile spreading, softening at the edges, "Definitely the right color."

It had been difficult but he was wiggling in his seat with anticipation and boy, had it been worth the excitement; wrapping himself up in the scarf made him want to twirl around in delight. Raising his hands when Harry touched his face, he curled them gently around his hand to hug it to his countenance with a little, happy noise. "This is amazing, the best thing anyone's ever given me."

Opening his eyes, he smiled big and bright at the man across the table, nearly glowing.

harry just shook his head a little as he slid his plate aside with his free hand so he could snap up the slide buckle out of the box, leaning across the table to unwind the ends of the scarf gently, folding them over and sliding the buckle into place even ans he said: "Well if this is the best thing you've ever gotten, it means nobody's valued you as well as they should."

A nod followed, smoothing over the ends of the scarf once the buckle was situated, "And that's a damn shame."

Seunwoo was content to let himself be pampered - it was a rarity these days, after all - and just soaked up the attention and affection Harry was lavishing upon him in the form of that expensive scarf and its marvelous buckle. Laying one hand across the fish decoration and the other taking hold of the courier's that was still gently smoothing the silk, he shook his head with a little laugh. "It's alright. I'm used to it by now," he said with a wry half-smile, trying to dispel any notion that he might be sad about it.

Whether or not he was wasn't important, anyway.

Harry smiled in return, twining their fingers for a moment, "And I would say you should get used to it, but I wouldn't want you to be sad and bereft when I have to leave again."

And that was something that was always going to happen, no matter what, he could pretend at having this normal relationship all he wanted, but he would, inevitably, have to leave again.

But he wasn't going to think about that for now, just grinning outright and lifting a brow, "But I think you could get a little bit used to it in three days." He had at least that, thanks to the cancellation, but if a priority came up he'd have to take it.

"I know. So I'll enjoy it while you're here and soak it up like a sponge taking on as much water as possible until the drought returns."

His words may hae been poetic, but there was definitely a feeling of barren sadness whenever Harry invariably had to take flight again; for now, though, the moment was just about them and their relationship. Whatever it could be described as, at least. "So you're staying that long? Assuming nothing comes up, that is..."

Twisting their fingers together a little bit more, he hummed in a bit of thought while cooking up ideas in his head of all the things they could get up to.

Harry was likewise thinking of the kinds of things they could get up to, shifting his fork to his other hand to continue on the dessert without letting go of the other man's fingers, a little amused at the way he was being clung to, "Barring an emergency pickup or dropoff, yes, three whole days. It's the least the agency could do after cancelling the run when I was already at the airport."

It hadn't been quite that close, but near enough. It was how he'd been able to just change destinations as he had, though private jets helped with that as well.

The chef let his touch continue to crawl across his sometimes-lover's, taking care not to interrupt him while he was engaged with the dessert. "When you talk about it like that it makes you sound like you're smuggling organs or something that has be delivered instantly," he laughed, his eyes half-lidded with amusement at the thought of something so ridiculous.

His free hand curled itself into the soft fabric of the scarf, continuing to touch it and run fingertips all along the luxurious cloth that felt just wonderful around his neck.

"I have. Not smuggled and not recently, but it's not entirely unheard of for me to be delivering a kidney or something." Honestly he didn't think he'd ever actually delivered a kidney, corneas on more than one occasion, and a warning of severed digits, maybe an ear, but nothing smuggled, as that implied he was doing something actually illegal instead of just mostly suspect and definitely immoral.

"I would say I could make you dinner, but we both know I burn water." This wasn't strictly true, but he was really only good at making instant, microwaveable foods or things that only needed water added to them, "But name a place and I'll take you there, even if it means dressing up." A smile, "Maybe especially then."

Harry's black market dealings were beyond Seunwoo's ken but he was sure more than one bio-metric scanner had been opened by delivered eyeballs or fingers that the courier had been commissioned to hand off. Still, not his monkeys, not his circus, and he wasn't about to get involved with it because it was probably dangerous and he liked not having people after him. "Well, just be careful. I know you always are, but I always say it, too."

The mention of burning water had him sighing - yes, he did clearly remember the time Harry managed to somehow light noodles in water on fire - and he shook his head. "I have no idea how you can be such a disaster in the kitchen, love. But why don't you let me handle the cooking and we can just have a quiet night in? Dressing up optional, but you know how good you look in a suit."

"Are you sure? You know I don't like making you cook," Or sometimes even just letting him, "when that's what you've already been doing all day." A slow-spreading smile followed, one brow arching as he took another small bite of his cake, making a quietly contented little noise before adding, "Definitely dressing up, though, because I know how much you like getting to take it all off again."

That was something they both liked, as it turned out, so Henry was always happy to oblige.

"Baking for work and cooking for you are two very different things, you know? Besides, it's always fun to cook for you. Watching you eat and enjoy yourself is satisfying all by itself." There was definitely something to be said for pleasing someone whether it was with food or with... Other methods. "Sounds like it's settled then, we should definitely make plans before you get whisked away again. What's your schedule like for this week assuming nothing comes up?"

Tilting his head to the side again, he smiled over at the man who was very happily enjoying the cake.

"For the next three days the only thing I have scheduled is taking up as much of your time as you'll allow." A little shrug, "After that I've got a scheduled run for one of my regulars, pickup and dropoff, usually an easy one though sometimes it's a two day job, and by then I'll probably have something new from the agency."

He smiled, "But really it's those first three days that are the important ones. That's where all the fun is going to happen."

"Good, I have a couple things in mind we could do. Think about what you want me to cook for you, too?" Reaching over across the table, he laid his hand on Harry's and gave it a soft squeeze. "Any be sure to tell me if you have anything specific you want to do. Besides me, of course," he chuckled with a brush of the index finger of his other hand down his lip. "You can have as much time as I can offer. I can probably skip work for a day or two if I make everything in advance."

Harry just smiled again, "As long as I'm not causing you the wrong kind of trouble or one too many problems. You know I can keep myself entertained for a few hours if you do need to work."

That much was absolutely true, Harry was an expert at entertaining himself, even if it was via catching up on some sleep. His smile spread, "And I learned a long time ago," once again acting as if they'd been together more than just off and on, "that the best answer to what I'd like to eat is whatever you think I should have."

"Entertained? You mean sleep. You and I both know you never get enough rest..." Seunwoo's expression fell as he reached out to brush a finger over a slight circle beneath Harry's right eye; his worry as always evident when they were back together again. "Alright, alright. I know how much my recommendations mean to you."

Letting his hand return to its position on the table before he'd lifted it, he hummed while tapping his other hand's fingers against his temple. "At the very least, you should let me know what sort of food you're in the mood for. What kind of meat, maybe? Or if you want a vegetarian dish? A little something to work with will help me."

He hummed softly as he tilted his head into that touch. It was true, he didn't get enough sleep, and that was only partly because he was one of those people who couldn't sleep on an airplane, and he was on them often enough that this was definitely a problem.

A thoughtful sound followed, as if actually having to think over what he might like to eat that wasn't the cake he was still taking small forkfuls of, "Meat definitely, probably beef since I haven't been getting enough of that, at least not the good stuff."

The urge to make a perverted joke was rising - and he wasn't about to just let it slide because where's the fun in that? - so he opened his mouth and out it comes. "I have plenty of meat for you, love. But I'll also cook you up some bulgogi, then." Tangling his free hand up in the soft silk of his scarf while gazing at Harry, he let his eyes close halfway at the thought of both food and enjoying the company of the other man.

"Want to get out of here? I'm just about finished for the day and you look like you need a good meal." He definitely wasn't feeling like he could stay at work any longer with the way their conversation went; all he really wanted to do was get out of here and get back home with him.

He laughed, low and warm, the sound spilling easily out of him as he bumped one of the other man's feet under the table, "You're incorrigible." Which was really part of the reason Harry enjoyed his company, "So go gather your things and say your goodbyes and clock out or whatever it is you have to do, and I'll have finished this cake by the time you return and then we can get on with whatever we'll be getting off with."

"You've never complained before, you know," Seunwoo mused while looking down his nose and over the rims of his glasses at Harry. "Let me get the last cakes for the day ready and get my bag and we can go home." Getting up from the table with a little bit of regret, he unwound the scarf so it wouldn't get damaged or ruined when he went back into the kitchen. Shortly after, he came out with his scarf tucked safely away in his bag and his work wrapped up for the day. "Alright, I'm ready."

Harry had, in fact, finished his cake in that time, and smiled at Seunwoo's return, unfolding easily to his feet, "Is there anything you need to stop for on the way?"

It wasn't a problem if he did, if anything it would be entertaining because they didn't often go anywhere that wasn't an intentional chance to show off, like going to dinner was. Even if he didn't, that was fine too, because that meant more time together uninterrupted, which was the ideal.

"No, I've got everything we need back at my place. Unless you have some deviant tastes this evening," the chef said with a little laugh that said he was talking both about the kitchen and the bedroom. "Do you want to walk? Or do you want to just get a cab?" It wasn't very far but in the interest of more time together they could call for transportation since the subway would have taken longer than just walking given how the stops were arranged. Holding the leather handle of his bag with both hands, he smiled at Harry as they stepped out into the autumn-turning-winter chill.

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