I'll Be Good For You, Epilogue (Final)
Previously:
Chapter 1: Here's to the Night
Chapter 2: Maneater
Chapter 3: Know Your Enemy
Chapter 4: I Just Wanna Live
Chapter 5: Shark in the Water
Chapter 6: Sweet Talk, Sweet Talk
Chapter 7: Smooth Operator
Chapter 8: Gives You Hell
Chapter 9: Won't Get Fooled Again
Chapter 10: Science Fiction Double Feature
Chapter 11: Meeting
Chapter 12: Dizzy Boy
Chapter 13: Someone to Watch Over Me
Chapter 14: Can't Take My Eyes Off You
Chapter 15: Buses and Trains
Chapter 16: If That's What It Takes
Chapter 17: I'll Be Good For You
Disclaimer: The A.N.JELL-verse belongs to the Hong sisters, creators of You're Beautiful.
Author's Notes: At long, long last, here's the epilogue. I had actually debated on whether or not to still have one, because it's short and feels a bit tacked-on, but thought it would be a good lead-in to the next batch of YB fics that I'm working on ;) It will be a while before I post any new multi-chapter stuff, though - I need to actually write it first!
Thank you, as always, to min7girl and akaironoyoru for the reviews and support, and a special thank you and welcome back to dawnfarie! I can't believe we've made it through another one! :)
Epilogue - I Love the Way You Love Me (Boyzone)
"Watch me, Appa! I'm dancing!"
"I can see that, Seong-min. Very nice."
Oh-lan paused in the middle of her writing to glance at her husband and make sure that he really was watching. "Psst!"
Mi-nam paused in the middle of pouring himself a glass of water from the pitcher on the kitchen counter and gave her a mild look. "I was watching before I got myself a drink."
Ordinarily, she would have been suspicious; but she knew that if there was one girl he would never, ever lie to, it was their daughter. "Whatever you say, dear," she answered sweetly.
He chuckled. "I love hearing you say that."
As he finished pouring his drink, Mi-nam's glance fell on the photographs of his parents, which had been enlarged and now occupied prime spots on the wall leading into the living room. Over the years, he had read many things in Omma's smile, but all he could see now was pride. He was sure that wherever she was, she was proud of him and his sister, of the lives and families they had managed to build for themselves. Perhaps she and his father were together and watching their granddaughter dance right now.
He smiled back at the picture and carried glasses of water out onto the terrace, giving one to Oh-lan, who sat on the wicker sofa with her laptop balanced carefully across her knees.
"Thanks," she said, moving the computer to the coffee table and taking a sip.
"You're welcome." Kissing the top of her head, he sat down beside his wife and reached over to rub her pregnant belly, grinning when the baby inside moved. "I don't know how you can still use a laptop with this in the way."
She gave him a wry smile. "Very, very carefully."
"Appa!" Seong-min cried in her piping voice. "You weren't watching!" She stamped her small foot, and Mao, the cat cradled in her arms, yowled as if he, too, were complaining about their lack of audience. (It was more likely, though, that he was complaining about having to act as dance partner.)
"I was watching," he told her. "You were very good. Maybe we should sign you up for ballet lessons."
As always, Go Mi-nam knew just how to placate an agitated female and the little girl's rosebud mouth curved in a smile. "Really? Yay!"
He grinned as she and the cat began hopping around with joy. "I take it you'd like that a lot."
"Yes! I want to dance ballet and wear a tutu and a crown!"
"Sure, and we'll get Mao his own tutu, too."
"Good luck with finding a ballet costume for a cat," Oh-lan murmured.
He shrugged with the air of supreme self-confidence that alternately amused and exasperated her. "Hey, if I can't buy one, maybe I can ask Mi-nyeo to make one. You know she'd do anything for her niece, especially since she doesn't have any girls of her own."
"Maybe she and Tae-kyung will have one someday."
"Yeah, maybe."
They turned back to watch Seong-min dance. It wasn't hard to imagine her as a little fairy princess gamboling through an enchanted forest, with flowers on her dress and dewdrops on her feet. She even had the requisite (loudly protesting) animal friend.
Tears stung Oh-lan's eyes, partly due to her pregnancy but mostly because of her deep and abiding love for her family. "She's so beautiful," she murmured. "I can't believe she's ours."
Mi-nam gave her one of his trademark cocky grins, but there was a world of adoration in his eyes. "I can."
THE END
Chapter 1: Here's to the Night
Chapter 2: Maneater
Chapter 3: Know Your Enemy
Chapter 4: I Just Wanna Live
Chapter 5: Shark in the Water
Chapter 6: Sweet Talk, Sweet Talk
Chapter 7: Smooth Operator
Chapter 8: Gives You Hell
Chapter 9: Won't Get Fooled Again
Chapter 10: Science Fiction Double Feature
Chapter 11: Meeting
Chapter 12: Dizzy Boy
Chapter 13: Someone to Watch Over Me
Chapter 14: Can't Take My Eyes Off You
Chapter 15: Buses and Trains
Chapter 16: If That's What It Takes
Chapter 17: I'll Be Good For You
Disclaimer: The A.N.JELL-verse belongs to the Hong sisters, creators of You're Beautiful.
Author's Notes: At long, long last, here's the epilogue. I had actually debated on whether or not to still have one, because it's short and feels a bit tacked-on, but thought it would be a good lead-in to the next batch of YB fics that I'm working on ;) It will be a while before I post any new multi-chapter stuff, though - I need to actually write it first!
Thank you, as always, to min7girl and akaironoyoru for the reviews and support, and a special thank you and welcome back to dawnfarie! I can't believe we've made it through another one! :)
Epilogue - I Love the Way You Love Me (Boyzone)
"Watch me, Appa! I'm dancing!"
"I can see that, Seong-min. Very nice."
Oh-lan paused in the middle of her writing to glance at her husband and make sure that he really was watching. "Psst!"
Mi-nam paused in the middle of pouring himself a glass of water from the pitcher on the kitchen counter and gave her a mild look. "I was watching before I got myself a drink."
Ordinarily, she would have been suspicious; but she knew that if there was one girl he would never, ever lie to, it was their daughter. "Whatever you say, dear," she answered sweetly.
He chuckled. "I love hearing you say that."
As he finished pouring his drink, Mi-nam's glance fell on the photographs of his parents, which had been enlarged and now occupied prime spots on the wall leading into the living room. Over the years, he had read many things in Omma's smile, but all he could see now was pride. He was sure that wherever she was, she was proud of him and his sister, of the lives and families they had managed to build for themselves. Perhaps she and his father were together and watching their granddaughter dance right now.
He smiled back at the picture and carried glasses of water out onto the terrace, giving one to Oh-lan, who sat on the wicker sofa with her laptop balanced carefully across her knees.
"Thanks," she said, moving the computer to the coffee table and taking a sip.
"You're welcome." Kissing the top of her head, he sat down beside his wife and reached over to rub her pregnant belly, grinning when the baby inside moved. "I don't know how you can still use a laptop with this in the way."
She gave him a wry smile. "Very, very carefully."
"Appa!" Seong-min cried in her piping voice. "You weren't watching!" She stamped her small foot, and Mao, the cat cradled in her arms, yowled as if he, too, were complaining about their lack of audience. (It was more likely, though, that he was complaining about having to act as dance partner.)
"I was watching," he told her. "You were very good. Maybe we should sign you up for ballet lessons."
As always, Go Mi-nam knew just how to placate an agitated female and the little girl's rosebud mouth curved in a smile. "Really? Yay!"
He grinned as she and the cat began hopping around with joy. "I take it you'd like that a lot."
"Yes! I want to dance ballet and wear a tutu and a crown!"
"Sure, and we'll get Mao his own tutu, too."
"Good luck with finding a ballet costume for a cat," Oh-lan murmured.
He shrugged with the air of supreme self-confidence that alternately amused and exasperated her. "Hey, if I can't buy one, maybe I can ask Mi-nyeo to make one. You know she'd do anything for her niece, especially since she doesn't have any girls of her own."
"Maybe she and Tae-kyung will have one someday."
"Yeah, maybe."
They turned back to watch Seong-min dance. It wasn't hard to imagine her as a little fairy princess gamboling through an enchanted forest, with flowers on her dress and dewdrops on her feet. She even had the requisite (loudly protesting) animal friend.
Tears stung Oh-lan's eyes, partly due to her pregnancy but mostly because of her deep and abiding love for her family. "She's so beautiful," she murmured. "I can't believe she's ours."
Mi-nam gave her one of his trademark cocky grins, but there was a world of adoration in his eyes. "I can."
THE END