AN 1: 

Happy Mamamoo Day! Here is an update 🥰

I honestly thought I could update earlier but...yeah I mentioned I'm Yong's age, right? Gotta hustle. 🙄

This one refreshes y'all from the nosebleed lengths of my chapters. It's a lil bit of a filler, but is one of the cutest in the whole story, if I do say so myself.

Glad to see I've got at least a bunch of you following my MoonSun in the future. :) I'm so excited to see how you guys like this story's flow! Please keep the comments coming and enjoy chapter 5!

 

 

Yong practically adopts Byulyi after she gets out of the hospital.

  "You're mine now, aren't you? I think I can do as I please with what's mine," Yong nonchalantly announces, as if it was common sense.   As promised, the RBW CEO has provided help in the smooth transition of Byul’s things over to the Yongs’ dental clinic apartment.   Byul doesn’t particularly like the place, but she is so shocked (read: euphoric) at this complete 180, that when asked by anyone about this abrupt, drastic new arrangement, all she’ll give you is a shrug and a smile. Oh, and “She kept acting like we were newlyweds when we went to Germany last year, I guess the universe heard her.”   This was much to the delight of Moon Yesol, who was working through her junior year of university. She loved her unnie but hey, if someone wants to willingly cut her unnie’s fruits and make her unnie’s ramyeon, by all means, please! She could definitely use the extra time.   As seen in some of her YouTube videos, Yong had switched back to a normal bed (from that crazy robot one) after moving to the white apartment. But because of the generous offer of help from their CEO, Yong switched beds again almost the minute she decided she was going to take care of Byul. Her bed is now a queen (as anything larger will actually not fit her tiny bedroom), which she’s sure her ever-the-cuddler Moonbyul will like a lot. She speed-donates half of all her clothes (slash speed-sends ¾ of that to Hyejin’s condo—   Hwasa: “Unnie what the actual !” Solar: “What? You live alone and you have the most space lil miss 9 million IG followers! …Also, thank you for doing this for unnie sweet girl, unnie loves you!” Hwasa: “...Grrr jajjangna!”)   –to allow Byul’s meager collection of mostly Thom Browne pieces to fit. A desk for Byul’s PC is fitted into the living area. Byul simply fits snugly in as a third roommate.   Now Yong can stop complaining about Byul coming over even when she’s not there because now, Byul will just be coming home.  

 

On Byul's first morning living with Yong, the latter jolts awake from that same bad dream of Byul not waking up from her brain bleed. She is relieved to find Byul sleeping beside her soundly, streaks of leaked morning light hitting her face, ever so slightly, cutely ajar. Just like in those fancy photographs.   She reaches for the younger one’s cheek to caress it as gently as she could with her thumb. Byul stirs.   Y: “Dangshin,”   “Dangshin,” Byul parrots back groggily.   Y: “Will you take a deep breath for Unnie?”   “Huh?” Byul’s voice still thick with sleep.   Y: “Please just one big breath for me.”   Byul finds she’s due to take a deep breath anyway as she feels her joints break into a morning stretch, followed by a big yawn.   Y: “There she is.”   Byul yawns once more, eyes fluttering open for a quick look at her Unnie. “Neh, anneyeong.” Another yawn. Then Byul falls back asleep.   Yong has now taken both of Byul’s cheeks into her hands. “Good morning my sweet star. I love you so much,” she whispers to the skin in between her soulmate’s eyebrows, before pressing her lips there tenderly, only to put her arms around the younger one’s torso to hug the breath out of her.   B: *is jolted back awake, in a restrained voice* “...Unnie I thought you wanted me to breathe?”   Although it's still early she leaves Byul to that sentiment and gets up to fuss over breakfast. Byul’s drowsiness only stays with her a little bit after being roused so much. A light sleeper and smelling food, Byul comes out of the bedroom.   Y: "Good morning again, jagi-yah." B: "Unnie is cooking for me." Y: "I'm going to be cooking for you whenever I can now. You're going to eat what I make you as much as possible. No more jjajangmyun / ramyeon weeks for you, arasso?" B: "You exaggerate Unnie. Nothing is wrong with me apart from I hit my head." Y: "You’re gonna get sick another way if all you eat is pizza and instant food, Byul. Tell me, how many times a month do you barely eat any real food because you couldn't be bothered?" B: "But those were only times when I was super tired…and times didn't have anyone to eat with." Y: "Honestly, Dangshin, you are such a sap. Also don't lie, it’s all over your YouTube channel. You think ramyeon is life."   Yong finishes plating Byul's meal and serves the plate to her. It looks like some weird but healthy concoction so Byul doesn’t question.   Y: "Here is some real food. Finish all of it, okay?" B: "What am I, 5?" Y: "...yes. Like half the time." B: "And the other half?" Y: "You're about maybe 9."   Byul laughs that melodic laugh of hers.   B: "Ddunnie," Y: "Byulyi," B: "...you're not always going to be this fussy over me, right? I don't want to give you a hard time."   Yong realizes at that moment that she's heard this statement many many times in different versions. It would always pull at her heartstrings, but hearing it now just hits her a hundredfold. Her immediate response is in the tears that form in her eyes in record time. That’s saying something, considering how she cries at the drop of a hat lately.   Y: "Please don't think that, Dangshin-ah. I–hard times, they will come only if I can’t take care of you. So you will let Unnie take care of you, won’t you?"   Byul doesn’t answer right away and instead looks at her Unnie contemplatively.   B: "…If Unnie really wants." Y: "Really? You’re going to do as I say?" B: "I shall try my very best. But I hope it isn’t all for my sake always. I..I want to take care of Unnie too. I did say that in one of my letters, remember?"   This is followed by another silence.   Y: