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Title: Splash
Author:kat_lair
Fandom: 이상한 변호사 우영우 | Extraordinary Attorney Woo
Relationship: Lee Junho/Woo Youngwoo
Tags: Spooktober, Ficlet, Walking, Sweet, Young Love, Chivalry
Rating: G
Word count: 935
Summary: Youngwoo likes the rain. She just doesn’t like the immediate aftermath of it.
Author notes: Spooktober 2024, Day 5/31. Prompt/theme: Puddles.
Splash on AO3
Youngwoo likes the rain. She just doesn’t like the immediate aftermath of it.
“It’s the perfect time to go for a walk,” Junho says. Youngwoo keeps glancing at him from the corner of her eye and he seems… excited. Happy.
“It’s tricky,” she says. “I’ll be… slow.”
Junho’s excitement doesn’t dim even a little. “Even better,” he says. “Just means we get to spend more time together.”
And now Youngwoo is smiling as well, small and at her shoes mostly. Which she will have to change. The ground will still be wet.
It takes three blocks and twenty-seven puddles that Youngwoo carefully walks around or hops over before Junho asks.
“You didn’t seem bothered about the rain in Sodeok-Dong,” he comments. “Or the puddles it made. Why are you avoiding them now?”
“Getting your feet wet when it’s raining is… correct. To be expected. But it’s not raining now.” Wooyoug tilts her face toward the sun which is doing its best to make people forget rain ever even existed. And also drying the puddles.
This is usually when people laugh and shake their heads and call her weird. Sometimes it’s affectionate, Youngwoo can tell, and she doesn’t mind that, when it’s said like the gentle truth that it is. She is weird, by most standards, she knows this.
“I’ve never thought of it like that,” Junho says instead. “Let’s walk that way next,” he continues, pointing toward a park, “the ground there would have soaked up the water quicker than asphalt.”
That is very logical and Youngwoo is a tiny bit impressed. Junho is many things, many of them good, but logical doesn’t feature on the list often.
Unfortunately, Junho is also mistaken, in this particular case. Or, not really, as the park itself, as much of it as Youngwoo can see through the gates, looks relatively puddle-free. The entrance to it however…
“There’s a dip in the ground,” Junho says, pointing at the way the path to the wark slopes ever so slightly downward, until inclining again past the gates. The result is a… Well, it won’t meet the criteria for a lake but surely a small pond.
One with no way around it.
“We can walk to the next entrance,” Junho says, already pulling out his phone to check which way they should turn to find it.
Could she jump it? If she took a running start and…
“Youngwoo, no.” Junho steps in front of her just as she’s backing up. “You won’t make it. I wouldn’t make it, and my legs are longer than yours.”
She deflates. “How far is the next entrance?”
Junho bites his lip like he doesn’t want to say. “Apparently this park only has two.” He sounds annoyed and even though Youngwoo is quite sure it’s not at her, she still doesn’t like it. “So it’s right on the opposite side.”
Which means they would have to circle the whole thing with no real guarantee they wouldn’t be faced with another body of water once there. Now Youngwoo is… Annoyed. Aggrieved. Maybe even a little angry. At herself. Because why can’t she just…
“Hey,” Junho says, tapping her arm briefly to get her attention – a much better A word than the others. “I’ve got an idea.”
Youngwoo looks up at him. It doesn’t happen often but right now she can guess exactly what he’s going to ask next and so she answers it. “I trust you,” she says.
Junho’s smile shows all his front teeth. Youngwoo likes it.
“Hold tight,” Junho says and then he bends down and scoops Youngwoo up in his arms.
“Oh!” Youngwoo exclaims, her arms coming up instinctually to cling to Junho’s shoulders. She did not guess this!
Junho inches his way around the shallower edges of the massive puddle but there’s no way to avoid still being in it.
“Your shoes will get wet.” Youngwoo is worried. “And then your feet. And then you may get sick.”
“These are at least partly waterproof,” he reassures, although it sounds like it could be one of those white lies people tell to humour others. “It’ll be fine. I’ll go home straight after our walk and change into my softest and warmest socks.”
That Youngwoo can believe. They can’t be as soft and warm as Junho’s cardigan under her hands though. The trip around the puddle isn’t that long but Youngwoo tips her head to rest in the crook of Junho’s neck anyway, just feel the texture of his clothes against her cheek. His skin too, warm and smelling nice right next to her nose.
“There you go, my lady,” Junho says once they are on the other side and carefully lowers her to the ground. There’s a pink tint to his face that could be from the sun or the exertion but could be about other things too.
“Thank you.” Youngwoo spends a few extra seconds straightening her clothes, feeling a bit flushed herself. “That was… Very good problem-solving.”
Junho is smiling again and, like often happens, it pulls up the sides of Youngwoo’s mouth too as if by some invisible string.
“And look!” he says, gesturing ahead. “No more big puddles!”
He’s right. The park paths are gravel, clearly damp but devoid of puddles, the surrounding grass and bushes and trees having greedily soaked up most of the rain already.
And if Youngwoo is maybe just a tiny bit disappointed by that, then she’s going to keep it to herself. After all, they still need to exit the park via the same route and the puddle there is too big to disappear that quickly.
***
Title: Splash
Author:
kat_lair Fandom: 이상한 변호사 우영우 | Extraordinary Attorney Woo
Relationship: Lee Junho/Woo Youngwoo
Tags: Spooktober, Ficlet, Walking, Sweet, Young Love, Chivalry
Rating: G
Word count: 935
Summary: Youngwoo likes the rain. She just doesn’t like the immediate aftermath of it.
Author notes: Spooktober 2024, Day 5/31. Prompt/theme: Puddles.
Splash on AO3
Youngwoo likes the rain. She just doesn’t like the immediate aftermath of it.
“It’s the perfect time to go for a walk,” Junho says. Youngwoo keeps glancing at him from the corner of her eye and he seems… excited. Happy.
“It’s tricky,” she says. “I’ll be… slow.”
Junho’s excitement doesn’t dim even a little. “Even better,” he says. “Just means we get to spend more time together.”
And now Youngwoo is smiling as well, small and at her shoes mostly. Which she will have to change. The ground will still be wet.
It takes three blocks and twenty-seven puddles that Youngwoo carefully walks around or hops over before Junho asks.
“You didn’t seem bothered about the rain in Sodeok-Dong,” he comments. “Or the puddles it made. Why are you avoiding them now?”
“Getting your feet wet when it’s raining is… correct. To be expected. But it’s not raining now.” Wooyoug tilts her face toward the sun which is doing its best to make people forget rain ever even existed. And also drying the puddles.
This is usually when people laugh and shake their heads and call her weird. Sometimes it’s affectionate, Youngwoo can tell, and she doesn’t mind that, when it’s said like the gentle truth that it is. She is weird, by most standards, she knows this.
“I’ve never thought of it like that,” Junho says instead. “Let’s walk that way next,” he continues, pointing toward a park, “the ground there would have soaked up the water quicker than asphalt.”
That is very logical and Youngwoo is a tiny bit impressed. Junho is many things, many of them good, but logical doesn’t feature on the list often.
Unfortunately, Junho is also mistaken, in this particular case. Or, not really, as the park itself, as much of it as Youngwoo can see through the gates, looks relatively puddle-free. The entrance to it however…
“There’s a dip in the ground,” Junho says, pointing at the way the path to the wark slopes ever so slightly downward, until inclining again past the gates. The result is a… Well, it won’t meet the criteria for a lake but surely a small pond.
One with no way around it.
“We can walk to the next entrance,” Junho says, already pulling out his phone to check which way they should turn to find it.
Could she jump it? If she took a running start and…
“Youngwoo, no.” Junho steps in front of her just as she’s backing up. “You won’t make it. I wouldn’t make it, and my legs are longer than yours.”
She deflates. “How far is the next entrance?”
Junho bites his lip like he doesn’t want to say. “Apparently this park only has two.” He sounds annoyed and even though Youngwoo is quite sure it’s not at her, she still doesn’t like it. “So it’s right on the opposite side.”
Which means they would have to circle the whole thing with no real guarantee they wouldn’t be faced with another body of water once there. Now Youngwoo is… Annoyed. Aggrieved. Maybe even a little angry. At herself. Because why can’t she just…
“Hey,” Junho says, tapping her arm briefly to get her attention – a much better A word than the others. “I’ve got an idea.”
Youngwoo looks up at him. It doesn’t happen often but right now she can guess exactly what he’s going to ask next and so she answers it. “I trust you,” she says.
Junho’s smile shows all his front teeth. Youngwoo likes it.
“Hold tight,” Junho says and then he bends down and scoops Youngwoo up in his arms.
“Oh!” Youngwoo exclaims, her arms coming up instinctually to cling to Junho’s shoulders. She did not guess this!
Junho inches his way around the shallower edges of the massive puddle but there’s no way to avoid still being in it.
“Your shoes will get wet.” Youngwoo is worried. “And then your feet. And then you may get sick.”
“These are at least partly waterproof,” he reassures, although it sounds like it could be one of those white lies people tell to humour others. “It’ll be fine. I’ll go home straight after our walk and change into my softest and warmest socks.”
That Youngwoo can believe. They can’t be as soft and warm as Junho’s cardigan under her hands though. The trip around the puddle isn’t that long but Youngwoo tips her head to rest in the crook of Junho’s neck anyway, just feel the texture of his clothes against her cheek. His skin too, warm and smelling nice right next to her nose.
“There you go, my lady,” Junho says once they are on the other side and carefully lowers her to the ground. There’s a pink tint to his face that could be from the sun or the exertion but could be about other things too.
“Thank you.” Youngwoo spends a few extra seconds straightening her clothes, feeling a bit flushed herself. “That was… Very good problem-solving.”
Junho is smiling again and, like often happens, it pulls up the sides of Youngwoo’s mouth too as if by some invisible string.
“And look!” he says, gesturing ahead. “No more big puddles!”
He’s right. The park paths are gravel, clearly damp but devoid of puddles, the surrounding grass and bushes and trees having greedily soaked up most of the rain already.
And if Youngwoo is maybe just a tiny bit disappointed by that, then she’s going to keep it to herself. After all, they still need to exit the park via the same route and the puddle there is too big to disappear that quickly.
***