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chapter 3 coming out soon <3

ESSENCE OF ROMANCE: THAT OLD FEELING - CHPT. 2

sum park jongseong is in denial, but the truth is undeniable: he's hit a dead end. how can he maintain his title as a world renowned chemist if he can't even advance his own research? meanwhile, you, an aspiring chemist, have faced constant belittlement from your male colleagues as you pursue your own groundbreaking research in isolation. when jongseong finds you conducting experiments in HIS own lab, he's enraged. he's enveloped in fury when he realizes that you two are trying to research the same topic. yet, buried beneath his rage lies a deep sense of desperation, and he's willing to do anything to finally finish his research he's been putting off for so many years. perhaps you're the missing piece in his research (and life).

pairing chemist!park jongseong x female chemist!reader

genre written series, slowburn, angst, fluff, " enemies " to lovers, coworkers au, 1960s au, smarty pants x smarty pants

warnings mentions of past trauma, swearing, gender stereotypes(misogyny), more arguing!!!

an FINALLY this is starting to go somewhere!! i actually enjoyed writing this chapter, ty for all your support so far.. it really means a lot! btw i forgot to add this to the first chapter, but here's a music PLAYLIST you can listen to while reading this series... enjoy!

wc 2k SERIES MASTERLIST

as the days passed, jongseong's encounter with you faded into the background of his mind. he was preoccupied with his own work, determined to make progress in his research despite the setbacks he faced. but like always, he never made any significant progress – deep down, there was a burdening feeling of guilt and embarrassment for the way he had treated you.

meanwhile, you were focused in your own experiments on abiogenesis, delving deeper into the mysteries of life's origins. the incident with Jongseong lingered in the back of your mind, a faint annoyance that you pushed aside to focus on your work.

it was another late night in the lab for you, the hum of equipment and the soft glow of the overhead lights providing a sense of comfort in the otherwise empty space. you were in the midst of cleaning up after a long day of experiments when the door creaked open, and he stepped inside. the atmosphere in the lab was tense as jongseong cautiously approached you, his footsteps echoing in the quiet space. you could feel the weight of his presence as he drew nearer, and you resisted the urge to look up, keeping your gaze fixed on the task at hand.

"i'm sorry," his voice broke the silence, tentative yet filled with sincerity. "i've been thinking about what happened, and i realize i was out of line. i thought maybe we could put it behind us and...maybe even be friends."

your grip tightened on the beaker in your hand, the glass feeling fragile and delicate beneath your fingers. if you pressed any harder, it would definitely shatter into pieces. friends? the word echoed in your mind, bitter and mocking. after everything that had transpired between you, how could he even suggest such a thing?

you turned away from him, your jaw clenched in frustration as you continued to busy yourself with cleaning up the lab benches. "friends?" you scoffed bitterly, unable to keep the edge of contempt out of your voice. "after you accused me of trying to steal your research in front of everyone? you've got a funny way of making friends."

jongseong winced at your words, his expression pained as he struggled to find the right response. "no, it wasn't like that," he protested weakly, but you weren't finished.

"are you taking me for a fool?" you spat, your voice trembling with restrained fury. you started to feel lightheaded from all the anger you were trying to contain within yourself. "you waltz in here with your half-hearted apology, expecting me to forget the humiliation i endured? if we were to work together, do you honestly believe it would be an equal partnership? no– you would take all the credit, leaving me to toil in obscurity as the ‘lowly lab technician’. don't delude yourself into thinking the world would acknowledge a woman's contribution in a man's domain. you’re not stupid. you know that's not how reality operates."

jongseong's brows furrowed in frustration, his hands clenching into fists at his sides. you were just as intelligent as any other chemist, probably even more, and this was an opportunity to showcase to those people who doubted you. he hated this. he hated having to argue about this. because he knows you’re right. the world is a cruel place – and he wishes it wasn’t that way. but he’s so desperate that he can’t back down now.

"but we can show them that it's possible," he insisted, his voice pleading. "you can be my co-publisher, we can share the credit."

your laugh was bitter and mirthless as you scoffed at his words. "co-publisher? what does that even mean? people will still think i seduced you, or gave you money, or had an affair with you. none of which is true. the title of co-publisher doesn’t matter in this case, i'll forever be seen as the woman who rode your coattails."

the tension in the room was palpable, thickening with every passing moment as you stood face to face with jongseong, the air crackling with unspoken resentment and bitterness. you searched for any emotions in his face, the only ones you could detect was defeat. you should’ve felt triumphant that you “won” against him, you convinced him of your own beliefs. but honestly, you were disappointed. disappointed that he didn’t fight harder. but of course, what were you expecting? it’s not like you guys are friends anyway.

"if you have nothing else to say, i'm going to go now. good night dr. park." you said coldly, turning away from him, but before you could leave, jongseong reached out and grabbed your wrist.

shit. nonononono –

your heart hammered against your ribcage like a prisoner demanding release as jongseong's hand closed around your wrist, his touch igniting a firestorm of emotions within you. panic surged through your veins, a chilling reminder of past traumas that left you breathless and trembling. with a sharp inhale, you recoiled instinctively, your body tensing as if preparing for a fight. every nerve in your body screamed in protest, urging you to break free from his grasp, to flee from the danger that his touch represented.

"d.. don't touch me," you stammered, your voice barely a whisper as you struggled to regain control of your trembling limbs. the words escaped your lips in a breathless rush, choked with a mixture of fear and anger.

with a surge of adrenaline, you summoned every ounce of strength you possessed and pushed him away with a force that surprised even yourself … the air crackled with tension as jongseong stumbled backward, his expression a mixture of shock and remorse. for a moment, time seemed to stand still as you stared at each other, caught in the throes of a silent struggle.

of course – you let the weight of your past experiences bear down on you like an oppressive burden. memories of previous encounters flooded your mind, each one a painful reminder of the trust betrayed and the wounds left unhealed. you couldn't bring yourself to meet jongseong's gaze, the fear of rejection and disappointment eating at your insides. you knew that if you dared to look into his eyes at that moment, you would see the disdain reflected back at you, a silent condemnation of your insecurities and vulnerabilities. the thought of jongseong turning away from you, of seeing the disappointment etched into his features, was far too much to bear.

jongseong's eyes widened in alarm at the tremor in your voice, his own features contorting with worry. "i'm sorry," he murmured, his tone heavy with regret. "i didn't mean to scare you. i just... i wanted to talk."

"i'm fine," you forced out, your voice strained and unsteady as you struggled to regain your composure. no, clearly you were not fine. beneath your ‘brave’ facade, your shaky voice betrayed the fear that still lingered beneath the surface. “i… i should get going. i’m telling you this now – no. i’m not working with you.”

with that, you slowly turned and walked away, leaving jongseong standing alone in the empty lab.

"please consider it!" jongseong's voice called out from behind, his tone desperate and sincere.

with a heavy sigh, you turned back to face him, your eyes meeting his in a silent exchange of uncertainty and longing. for a fleeting moment, you allowed yourself to be drawn in by the warmth of his gaze, the sincerity in his eyes melting away the barriers you had built around your heart. but just as quickly as it had come, the moment passed, replaced by a surge of determination and self-preservation. with a firm nod, you tore your gaze away from his, steeling yourself against the pull of his sincerity.

curse him for his good looks, a voice in your head said.

"i'll think about it," you replied, your voice tinged with a hint of hesitation. you turned on your heel and walked away again, each step carrying you further from jongseong and the strange emotions he stirred within you.

back at home, you reclined on your bed, gazing upward as your mind churned with a flurry of conflicting thoughts and emotions. jongseong's proposition lingered in your thoughts like a persistent melody, stirring a quiet curiosity within you. despite the lingering frustration from your encounter, a subtle flicker of interest danced at the edges of your consciousness. however, mingling with that delicate spark was a cautious wariness, a quiet voice of doubt echoing in the recesses of your mind. you couldn't shake the memory of jongseong's accusatory words, the sharp pang of skepticism that had pierced through your defenses. it left a lingering unease, a shadow of uncertainty casting doubt on the possibility of collaboration. as the minutes slipped away and the city outside settled into a hushed lull, you found yourself ensnared in a silent struggle, torn between the allure of partnership and the fear of vulnerability. on one hand, there was the luring prospect of joining forces with someone as driven and capable as jongseong. yet, on the other hand, there was the apprehension of being let down once more, of opening yourself up to potential disappointment. with a heavy sigh, you closed your eyes, attempting seeking solace in the quiet embrace of sleep. in the depths of your dreams, questions wandered in your mind, uncertainty wove through the fabric of your thoughts. you hoped to yourself that the repercussions of working with jongseong wouldn’t be too bad.

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the next morning dawned with a gentle warmth, casting soft rays of sunlight through the windows of jongseong's apartment. with a determined resolve, he rose from his bed early, the events of the previous day still fresh in his mind. determined to have at least some sort of control in his life, he laced up his running shoes and ventured out into the quiet streets, the rhythmic patter of his footsteps echoing in the stillness of the morning.

his life philosophy was whenever something was going wrong in your life, you just kept running until all you could think about was how tired you were.

as he ran, the cool breeze brushed against his skin, invigorating him with a renewed sense of energy and purpose. with each stride, he felt the weight of his worries begin to lift, replaced by a quiet contentment for the day ahead.

upon returning to the lab, jongseong was greeted by a small yellow sticky note. he furrowed his eyebrows, irritation starting to bubble up at the thought of someone entering his lab again. however, when he read the note, its message was a beacon of hope in the sea of uncertainty that had engulfed him.

i'll do the research with you. don't make me regret it.

the messy handwriting made him chuckle a little bit, but a surge of gratitude washed over jongseong as he read the words, his spirits lifting with each passing moment. finally, he had found someone willing to join him on his journey, someone who believed in his vision and was willing to lend a helping hand. with a newfound sense of purpose, jongseong wasted no time in embracing the moment. he turned on some Chet Baker, the soothing melodies of jazz filling the air with a sense of joy and anticipation. with each beat, he allowed himself to lose control, his body flailing around like a penguin, and his head bopping so fast that it seems as if it would fall off.

outside the lab, jaeyun sim, a friend (and the only friend) of jongseong watched with amusement as the man danced with abandon, his laughter echoing through the glass door.

"what the hell is this man doing?" jaeyun muttered into the glass, his voice slightly muffled, but tinged with amusement.

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HELLO GUYSSSS i forgot my password so that's why i've been dead here omg, i'll be uploading soon LMFAO

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now that we don't talk (ksn) DRABBLE

sum fear of vulnerability is what kept you and sunoo apart.

pairing kim sunoo x gn!reader

genre angst, lovers to exes to strangers

an just a short drabble because i was listened to ntwdt by taylor swift and i just thought of this!!

wc 0.7k

" i cannot be your friend, so i pay the price of what i lost, and what it cost. "

if you were to be honest, you saw your breakup with sunoo coming way before it happened.

you guys met in the summer of 2022 during summer school, you both were studying geometry, both of your parents wanting you to be a couple math levels ahead. you guys instantly clicked – you were drawn to his positive aura, and he felt comforted by your calmness.

what led to your relationships’ must’ve been the uncomfortable feeling of vulnerability between you two. both of you guys had facades to hold up at school and in front of your friends, and somehow as you two hung out more and more, the facade began to crumble.

sunoo despised it. whenever he wasn’t smiling, people immediately assumed something was wrong. in order for people to stop constantly bothering him, he decided to have a smile on his face all the time. the only time he could relax his face was in the comfort of his own room. somehow, you caught onto him. you knew whenever something was wrong with him. it made him angry how good you could read him. he realized that the more time he spent around you, the more weak he became. you made him weak.

so sunoo did what he thought was best – push you away. it started with subtle signs, such as replying your texts later and later, and then soon just leaving you on delivered. he didn’t answer your calls, although he was itching to. he saw how your face fell everytime you tried to talk to him and he just dismissed you.

one day, you just couldn’t take it anymore.

sunoo, what the hell is going on with you? you screamed, your voice echoing off the walls of the room. anger coursed through your veins, fueled by the frustration of not understanding what had gone wrong between you.

what happened to us? was left unsaid.

he had never heard or seen you this angry before. he was the reason for your frustration, your restless eyes and the constant creases between your eyebrows.

let’s break up, he said quietly.

you looked at him, trying to blink the tears away. you were confused, sad, but most of all– you were angry. you were angry at him, angry at yourself for allowing things to spiral out of control, for ignoring the signs that had been staring you in the face all along. you looked at him, searching for some semblance of the man you had fallen in love with, but all you saw was an emotionless stranger staring back at you. and in that moment, you knew that it was over, that there was no going back to the way things used to be.

it’s been a year since you guys broke up. you still see him in the hallways – you hate that he still catches your eye, but you pretend he’s not there. however, when no one else is paying attention, you let your eyes linger on his figure.

he has changed and grown a lot. he’s a little taller, became a little more buff, and he also grew his hair out a little. it’s almost reaching his neck, you noticed.

“hey sunoo, would you ever grow out your hair?” you asked him on a random night, both of you guys laying on his bed.

he was silent for a minute, playing with your fingers. you moved your head off his chest to look his face.

“well,” he began, “i would like to keep my hair fairly short, but i’d do anything you’d want,” he said.

your cheeks burned at his sincere words and you immediately looked away to conceal them. sunoo already saw them, however, giggling and pulling you back down to his chest.

suddenly, you’re brought back to the present by something wet falling down your cheeks. your hand immediately goes up to your face to wipe the liquid away, when you realize it’s your own tears.

“(___) are you good?” your friend asks you, worry etched onto her face.

you nod silently, and before you could say anything, the bell rings and you and your friend run hand in hand back to your class.

if you stayed for just another minute, perhaps you would’ve noticed sunoo staring at you. but you and sunoo don't talk anymore, and the distance between you feels like an insurmountable chasm, impossible to bridge.

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