#he just wants to fuck yoojin why not let him
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Have you seen this man?
Then you may be entitled to financial compensation.
#hyunje sung#sung hyunje#yoojin han#han yoojin#my s class hunters#s classes that i raised#I love him#he's the fucking worst#every time he appears I'm the emotional damage meme#my s class hunters spoilers#s classes that i raised spoilers#for the record I will not be supplying the financial compensation#I have to use up my own money to stop myself from dying every time he shows up#he's amazing#he just wants to fuck yoojin why not let him#if you see yoojin tho that's a reward#tell him you love him for me#내가 키운 S급들
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Moments That I Want Tattooed On My Forehead From S-Classes That I Raised Chapters 30-50
BEWARE OF SPOILERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!
things are starting to get going. and by get going i mean starting to get unhinged but its still nothing compared to the shit going on by the 300s
chapter 30-40
lmfao yoojin forgetting he blocked yoohyun’s number...king shit
yoojin daring yoohyun to call him out on his suspicious behavior...also king shit
chapters 40-50
let’s go sung hyunjae makes his debut!!!!
YOOHYUN ACTING INNOCENT IN FRONT OF YOOJIN AS HE MEETS THE GUILD LEADERS AKFJEIDIDOODSOOS highkey one of my favorite scenes ever. “my brother is more mild mannered than me” “yoohyun is an angel” everyone else in the room: press X to doubt
moon hyuna woman that you are. my beloved. you’re too good for this world
i live for yoohyun generally being a freak about yoojin
i need to know what blackmail he has on moon hyuna. what happened at the convenience store????? moon hyuna what did you do???
thank u yerim and moon hyuna friendship. we love to see it. Now s ranks also passes the bechdel test!!
ah yes potion addict yoojin has arrived. rip buddy at least you get better flavors later down the line
it’s only chapter 44 and yoojin is already being overworked. true cale henituse moment. rip your slacker life!!!
everyone ganging up on him to start enforcing self care. oh honey it only gets worse from here!!!
so far yoojin is: a monster tamer, social media account manager, recruiter for hayeon, owns a building with a research lab…my guy was speedy with it
yoojin going "i just need to complete one (1) more task and then I can live like a slacker" in the early chapters is. oh wow. famous last words. truly need to learn from cale
even peace is a borderline freak when it comes to yoojin. doesn’t give a shit about anyone else
YOOJIN ANSWERING SPAM CALLS JUST TO MESS WITH PEOPLE SKDJEIODO…he enjoys it…this explains so much about him…he’s bragging about how much experience he has answering them…
yoojin guessing who the kidnappers were because they didn’t call Peace cute is so valid. Anyone who doesn’t like Peace is an enemy
we’re starting to get into “oh wow fear resistance is kind of fucked territory”!!! yoojin is a little freak!!! he’s committing war crimes but sometimes it just be like that
rip blackie chapter 46-47 :(
yoojin treating the s ranks like normal people and them not knowing how to handle it ;((
GIVE YOOJIN HIS OSCAR NOW “uwu i’m a poor kidnapping victim” like sir. you dissolved your kidnappers in acid. sir.
all the details about yoojin’s life as a low ranked hunter pre-regression :(((
like not yoojin casually mentioning he used to be an alcoholic and yoohyun sent him to rehab pre regression. ok king. we don’t have time to unpack all that
kang soyoung intro!!! i so desperately need to know what her deal was with yoohyun pre regression. why does yoojin think of her as his sister in law. why did everyone believe they were dating.
next chapter brings us a real introduction to sung hyunjae character of all time
#losttalks#han yoojin#s class#s classes that i raised#sctir#the s classes that i raised#the s ranks that i raised
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man the credit card is a metaphor.... I keep fucking thinking about them.... like ok let me actually put my thoughts down about this whole scene. starting with the intro:
[SHJ] placed a card next to the cocktail glass. A black credit card.
“The old one would have become unusable.”
the old relationship, at least from shj's side towards hyj, is no longer workable, he wants things to change, which is what this whole convo is about. and hyj doesn't accept the card (the proposal) immediately because he's still wary towards shj, still keeping him at a distance. for good reason! this whole time shj has been overbearing and threatening and pushy and just Weird. it's no wonder hyj has been 3 seconds from the pepper spray
“[…] just why would you do that?”
“Because I want to.”
That simple answer left me speechless. It wasn’t for my sake, but just because he wanted to. How typical of that guy. I didn’t have to feel pressured after all.
what does it say that shj is like I'll make things nice and comfortable for you and you'll be safe and relaxed!!!! but what actually makes hyj at ease regarding the entire proposal is shj acting like he doesn't really care and it's not that deep. this whole time shj's been way too interested in hyj and it's been putting hyj off but what makes him chill is shj taking an emotional step back by chalking everything he's doing up to idle whims. the monetary support as a more distant, more acceptable form of interaction compared to the offputting hyperfocus (the same kind of monetary support hyj refused from prereg hyh! because in that case he wanted the overwhelming emotion and connection, but that's not something he trusts shj with, not yet)
“Since this was a show of your sincerity, Seseong Guild Leader-nim, I’ll keep it for emergency use.”
not to read too deeply into this but Emergency Use... despite rejecting shj's guardianship proposal after this conversation he does choose to rely on him when he most needs support.... and shj comes through.... thinking of all the times in VR dungeon arc when hyjs stressed out or tired or lost and shj helps him over and over.... but that's a whole separate post let's move on
I picked up the card beside the glass. I didn’t intend on using it as carelessly as I had before.
AND FINALLY HE TAKES THE CARD... accepting that their relationship is shifting from the strict "we're using each other" of before to something more caring and thoughtful... an active choice to rely on shj to be more than just a useful tool.... a Skill, if you will....
GOD. AND WHAT GETS ME. IS THAT AFTER THIS SCENE. WHEN YOOJIN LEAVES AND MEETS BACK UP WITH YOOHYUN. HE SAYS.
“You seem… happy.”
YOU SEEM HAPPYYYYYYY
also. not related to the card but this is also such a fucking paragraph ↓
I rose from my chair and held out a hand. Sung Hyunjae took my hand—he didn’t lean on it, but still took it and stood up.
GOD. hyj being able to stand on his own. shj also being able to stand on his own which is what makes hyj open up more to him because shj doesn't depend on him to stand tall. because he can take care of himself. but also because he'll take hyj's hand anyway and stay at his side, a choice on his own part, because—as he says—he wants to. if I had to pick a quote for jinjae as a relationship it would be this. [insanely] I'm normal about these two
#star.txt#my sranks#jinjae#suffixing this with the fact that it is very far past my bedtime so if this is indecipherable#then [smiles] not to me#should i make an analysis tag...? a liveblog tag? i don't know what this falls under#nsglb#i guess a non-translation liveblog tag will do for now#han yoojin#sung hyunjae
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Since I've only read the webcomic I may be wrong in some parts but man pre-regression Yoojin and Yoohyun's relationship is so depressing.
I understand why Yoohyun distanced himself but at the same time I want him to suffer because holy shit he didn't explain anything. Yoojin is extremely depressed and has substance abuse problems which there's no way in hell Yoohyun doesn't know about but instead he just keeps creating distance and treats him coldly. I get you don't want your older brother to become a target of mister evil venom dragon dude and die but it's a miracle Yoojin kept himself alive???
Like I'd have to imagine he's had suicidal thoughts as when he attempts to sacrifice himself for Yoohyun, he's like 'Fine I'll die, I'll stop bothering you and everyone else.' He was barely holding onto hope because of the few people who supported him who all ended up dying and only he lived because of Final Thanks.
The amount of trauma Yoojin's been through is insane. That being said I want Yoohyun to suffer (he's already suffered a lot but I want pre-regression him to suffer more). At the end of the day this is evil venom dragon man's fault But man am I pissed at Yoohyun.
That being said it seems like the only way (where the webcomic picks up with them pre-regression) for Yoohyun to suffer is if Yoojin dies. And honestly I don't want Yoojin to die. So I've been thinking about a satisfying way for Yoojin to "get revenge" and I think I've come up with something???
So Yoohyun's doing all of this to protect Yoojin because Yoohyun's a target and if he's close to Yoojin then Yoojin will be a target too. So what if Yoojin just ends up managing to become a bigger target on his own?
As mentioned the government's awakening facility was catered toward individual's with combat abilities so it'd definitely fail to awaken Yoojin at his maximum potential. And as we saw from Yoojin's ability to see other's classes it seemed like over 50% of the population had POTENTIAL for D rank or above.
So if there was another character that could see the potential ranks of everyone and imagine there surprise when they manage to come across Yoojin and find out his potential is an S Rank (which I don't know if that's canon but for the sake of this scenario let's say his potential is an S rank, and they can also see the potential of his skill Caregiver is S (apparently it became L after Yoohyun died for him). Because I think skills can level up??? I don't understand the magic system that well so if that's not true just be delusional with me).
Now obviously they'd want to get Yoojin on their side, and they come up out of nowhere offering training to Yoojin. By the time this news reaches Yoohyun's ears through his weird stalker network Yoojin's already gone.
Of course Yoojin wants to become a useful older brother, and sure maybe he's fallen into the trap of getting scammed before but this person has proof of being in the Seseong Guild (I don't know maybe they have IDs?). And why is the guild for this AU the Seseong Guild? Because that's what would piss Yoohyun off the most.
So now fast forward a few years Yoohyun has been freaking the fuck out and is basically forced to assume his brother is dead. For the sake of privacy and keep their new asset safe the Seseong guild gave Yoojin a new identity. Despite that evil venom dragon dude figured out it was Yoojin and decided 'Hey if I can kill him I can use his body to really make Yoohyun accept that he's dead and make him join my side! :D'
Anyway the dragon fails like in canon. This time instead of Yoohyun breaking into the portal and then sacrificing himself the the guild leader of Seseong guild (my boy Sung Hyunjae) is near the gate (coincidence I think not) and he's like damn something happened, seems interesting, I'll join in. But by the time he enters the dragon's already dead and the only one standing is Yoojin.
Now Yoojin had interested Hyunjae before, the way he'd acted so at ease with his S rank brother in the past despite being an F rank. Not only that but even when Hyunjae let out his imposing S Rank aura, Yoojin, when he was still a lower rank, would cower but he didn't mince his words. It was amusing.
Yoojin had originally been standing in the back as more of a supportive figure but holy shit did the party get wiped by the dragon. Lets say all of the party members were under Yoojin's custody and that one of the party members (for the sake of my delusions) was an S Rank (for the sake of my delusions) and died for Yoojin. Bam Yoojin is super fucking strong solos the dragon, easy, he now gained the L ranked skills Perfect CareGiver and Dragon Slayer.
From unlocking Dragon Slayer he gets the wish stone, and this time is allowed to wish everyone else who died alive and the Irreverent Children are like 'y'know you've made it pretty far already fuck it we'll just bring them back to life no need to turn back time.' Hyunjae watches the ending of this go down and he's like ._., o_o, and then bastard :). You know he'd just be thinking in his head about how useful this random support ite-- person is.
Okay so we've got Yoojin basically up to where he is post-regression and he keeps gaining skills from dungeons, gains the double attack skill, doesn't say shit obviously because he's Yoojin. Except this time he has a lot more publicity more specifically publicity by Hyunjae's side. Yoohyun manages to see this, recognizes Yoojin, and he's first relieved his beloved brother is alive, and then fuming. Why is that bastard there? Poor Yoojin will only be in danger with him but he has to remind himself Yoojin is S Class now (through the power of I say so, I don't actually know if they can like reawaken to a higher class but I assume so?).
Anyway eventually they Yoohyun breaks in to the Seseong Guild just to talk to Yoojin they make up yay!!! All of the post-regression characters end up meeting Yoojin and become happier too. Everyone ends up becoming happy and Yoojin saves the world :)! Go mom powers!
I haven't read the novel, and thus I'm not at a point where I can make this scenario with as few plot holes as possible. Please excuse me for any glaring mistakes, I just need to live out this dream.
Also wouldn't it be funny if Yoojin used his keywords on evil venom dragon dude that follows the Pious and it worked??? And he now had that dude on his side, when I was reading that scene I was like "...is he gonna say 'I love you' to beat it?" Obviously in post-regression it's huge that venom dragon guy dies because he's the reason Yoohyun is dead but... this is pre regression :).
Anyway I love the post-regression characters and how much happier they seem compared to their pre-regression versions. I want post-regression dead Yoohyun to get a happy ending too. I just think he should suffer a bit first.
I felt like I was on drugs writing this I'm going to be honest not quite sure of what I just wrote but it was a hell of a ride.
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we belong together | chp. 2
min yoongi x reader (f)
genre: min twins au; angst; smut; arranged dating themes; fake dating; enemies to lovers; slow burn
rating: mature audiences only (18+)
summary: before college you and your bestfriend yoongi promised your parents if you were to come back home single you would begin dating to marry as a way to get them to back off your love lives. upon coming back however, although you’re both single, yoongi is in love with someone else and unwilling to let them go. unfortunately, you are left to carry out the hapless promise with yoongi’s twin brother and your sworn enemy min yoojin.
warnings: lots of bickering (like an excessive amount); angst; foul language; brief mentions of soobin (txt) again; jimin feature; annoying/irritating parents; flashback scenes; emotional constipation; edited but when i was half asleep so yea lol; no smut here sorry!
word count: 7,8 thousand words
posted: thursday january 19, 2023
previous: part 1 | next: to be announced
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There were tints of ash gray prancing around in your head.
Life was dull.
Everything was stripped bare of its hues.
There was nothing but black dotted lines and blank spaces waiting to be colored in. Your velvet fingertips sweeped past the wooden handles of your paint brushes but no matter how hard you tried, there was no strength in you to lift up the paperweight tools. No matter how much you put your mind to it, it was ponderous.
You chucked the lack of mobility in your upper extremities to the carpal tunnel residuals lingering from years prior but why was your universe dwelt behind the bland combination of pale white and dark black all of the sudden?
Surely, it was connected to your rather wild endeavors the night prior. Perhaps, the volume of the booming bass had fucked with your head or maybe your thoughts lingered back to that random man you kissed on the dance floor out of spite for the upside down twin.
Though, spite was a putrid word you had to admit you really enjoyed the way, Yoojin’s eyes glared at you as your lips tangoed against the disposable stranger pressed up on you. His intense glare read you intently—he was absorbed by your being much like a hypnotic spiral. The feeling set a fire ablaze on your skin but your eyes, they kept drifting towards him at the bar and even though you wanted to keep your distance. . No, you needed to keep your distance. You simply didn’t know how to rip your eyes away from him.
Yoojin had this thing about him, sort of flamboyant. . hard to miss, impossible to avoid aura. He filled your void and colored every inch of your life with cool tones. It spread a funny feeling to the pit of your stomach, sent tingles down to your toes, it sent a shiver down your spine yet you were repulsed by him so much.
You brushed away at the canvas vigorously, your mind was blank and you weren’t actually painting anything in particular—just insignificant lines and then some more lines.
Your mind was clouded with shape-less thoughts, just a jumble of mush. Nothing you had the capacity to decipher or untangle at that moment in time. Worse of it all was that the forefront of your mind was occupied by the one face belonging to two different people: one was the personification of your guardian angel sent to you from heaven, the one who wrapped you up in his loving embrace. The other was the treacherous Aeneous, setting earthquakes in his path as he abandoned you.
And still, your heart drew him as the missing piece to your unfinished puzzle but your mind, it knew to hate him. You could trust your mind. It was viable and it knew Min Yoojin was like a fucking fever you couldn’t break.
‘Do you miss. . .’
His lewd words vibrated down the walls of your inner ear. He didn’t get to finish what he intended but you knew exactly what he was hinting at. And you tried. . you tried to brush off the incorrigible thoughts surfacing but no matter how many times you tried to bury them in the back of your mind, they always resurfaced.
The pressing question looped and you found yourself in a mental debate.
Did you miss it?
Did you miss him?
You were over him—you were used to the achromatic path of your everyday life but of course, Yoojin just had to alter the palpitations of your heart with his unwelcomed presence.
Stepping away from the canvas the brush strokes marked the face of the twisted twin, the man you so harshly detested. Your mind still registered its rightful duty. It reminded you that despite what your heart communicated and despite what your treacherous hands created, the two of you were not meant to be.
He was not your Yoojin.
And you were no longer his.
“You do not belong to me,” you shouted at the painting sitting on the eisel, “just fucking leave me alone. You do not belong to me.”
You kicked the eisel down and watched as Yoojin laid on the floor. There was intense rage fueling your thoughts. You wanted to hurt him, you craved to have him hurting as much as you did.
“I fucking hate you,” you uttered through gritted teeth.
“Yoongi’s not here you know,” Yoojin annoyingly shoved a handful of cereal into his mouth. You sat on one of the stools in the kitchen of the Min household. Your best friend Yoongi was supposed to make it home after basketball practice so that you could help him out with an essay but it’s been about thirty minutes since the coach was supposed to let them go and he has yet to make it home.
“I know that, Yoojin,” you squinted your eyes and shook your head.
“So why are you still sitting in our kitchen like a lost puppy?” he asked, still munching on his cereal so fucking irritatingly.
“Yoongi needs help with some school work,” you shrugged, “and I personally do not have it in me to go home right now.”
“The princess has grown in wrangle with her guardians. Such an original story line in our current social standing,” you knew he was joking, yet you couldn’t help how much it stung coming from someone else’s lips.
Your life would always be a constant battle with what you wanted versus what your parents had chosen for your future and there was nothing you could do. Nothing.
“Your life isn’t much more original to mine.”
“I wouldn’t say that,” he snickered.
“Is your major not marked off as business administrations like the rest of us, Mr. Photography is my entire being.”
“That’s just it, Ms. Painting is my life,” Min Yoojin was truly annoying. He was, “I am bringing forth to my parents eyes only what they want to see. They wanna see business administration checked off on my college applications? That is fine with me, but remember that majors can always be changed once we set foot on campus.”
“So you’re lying now?”
“What is lying to a bunch of control freaks?” he took a seat on the stool right beside you. Yoojin, although sharing the same exact face as your best friend, they were so distinct. Yoongi was compliant. . he listened to his parents, much like you. He was content with letting them manage his life, and not letting them in to meet the real him. Yoojin wasn’t so afraid to go head-to-head with them and even though he was aware of the repercussions he wasn’t scared of putting his dreams and passions above all else, “this is our life to live. They let themselves be controlled by their parents but that doesn’t mean we also have to comply. So no, I have no remorse for lying.”
“Hm. What else are you lying about?” You placed your palm under your chin. His entitled banter was exceedingly entertaining and while you knew how snobby an affluent teen sounded complaining of the struggles attached to his rich and fortune, he wasn’t wrong.
All of you deserved your chances at living life. Your own lives.
“They think I’m in debate but I’ve been in the photography club since freshman year,” he explained nonchalantly, “oh, and my internship is in film not for some stupid finance company.”
“You’re bad, Min Yoojin.”
“Don’t tell me you have never gone against what your parents say?” he asked, “last I checked you have enrolled in every art related elective since year nine.”
“And you also stalk me?” you gasped.
“Do not flatter yourself,” Yoojin laughed, it was nice. Soft and peaceful, and it reminded you of the way birds sang in the early morning, “I did community service in the front office last year.”
“You do community service?” you joked.
“It’s mandatory, you jerk.”
“Whatever.”
The massive kitchen was stilled by silence for a couple of seconds and the two of you just sat by each other’s side. Your vision was transfixed out the massive window behind the sink focusing on the vibrant oranges of the evening sky descended on its journey to meet the horizon. He attention was still diverted to the remnants of the sugary breakfast delicacy.
His voice once again filled the void, “do you plan on sticking to your parents’ plans?”
“I have no choice,” your tone was soft—you despised the reminder of the lack of control over your life, “I do not have a twin to hide behind.”
He chuckled, “as selfish as it may be I’m thankful Yoongi serves as the model child in the Min penitentiary. They already expect disappointment from me so there’s not much to be disappointed about.”
“I suppose you’ve been lucky.”
His hickory russet eyes turned a soft caramel under the lasting golden hour. You have spent countless occasions in the company of Min Yoojin, but never have you had to sit this close to him, or had his eyes fixed on you the way they were now, and you certainly never felt yourself sparing so many thoughts at what lingered around in his mind.
It was all foreign but you found yourself welcoming in with open arms.
“You should be a painter,” he shot you a smile as he circled the massive island to place the dirty bowl in the sink, “I can see the way your eyes light up when any one mentions the arts.”
The feeling of his absent body beside you felt lonesome and frigid, you found yourself shivering as a result. It longed to have him take his place back on the seat next to you, even if it was in silence, even if neither of you had anything else to say, but instead you watched as he trotted up the stairs. Leaving you in the past like an afterthought never to be recollected again.
He can see the way my eyes light up when I mention the arts—that was short for: he’s paying you an ounce of thought, he sees you, he knows what you long for.
You wondered if he has noticed the same starkles in your eyes whenever the two of you crossed each other's paths?
Would he grow agitated at the sceneries he’d be exposed to if you ever let him cross through the tiny entrance of your heart?
Is he aware of the strumming ballad that loops within you at the mention of his name?
The feelings you bare were caged with torment—they would not do you any good but unfortunately you couldn’t shut them out. Even if it was unintentional, you wore it in your eyes, you know you did, so why hasn’t he noticed?
Perhaps, he has noticed and he simply can not reciprocate what you feel.
Your mind chose to believe the latter.
These ridiculous vivid dreams of yours had you on the brink of losing your sanity, this was the second one in the last twenty-four hours.
It’s astounding how you had to keep reminding yourself that Yoojin did not finger you against your kitchen counter the night before, you were not working in a portrait of his irritating face right now and you were certainly no longer high schoolers ogling each other behind unspoken words and forbidden confessions of love. He would never have you wrapped around his finger the way he did back then, no longer a blushing mess.
You were an adult now, and you would act as such, and that meant invalidating his existence entirely.
It would be as if he’s not even there.
Except, he would be.
Because your Yoongi will unfortunately be substituted by him, God, you almost forgot about that whole charade. How you wish it was only a depiction of your crudest nightmares.
You threw your velvet duvet over your head and groaned in exasperation—if you would have ever been placed in the worst scenario your life could’ve steered down, this was it.
“Yoongi and I are dating,” you practiced imagining the face of the ominous twin in replacement of your best friend. The amiability behind Yoongi’s sparkling radiance was replaced by darkness. Worse of it, it did not matter how identical Yoongi and Yoojin were because to you they were worlds apart.
The bright morning sun invaded your room as it pierced through the floor to ceiling glass windows. Usually, the view of the city serenades you with peace but today it was no use—you were in your own ordeal.
Walking into the kitchen your nostrils were invaded by a plethora of scents distinctive only to the most delicious of breakfast dishes.
“Yoongi, I thought you were taking care of Jimin this morning,” you rounded the corner only to be met with the distorted double.
“Good morning,” his wicked eyes were casted on you.
“Yoojin?” you remained at your place near the hall leading back to your room, “what are you doing here?”
“Yoongi, asked me to look after you.”
“Yoongi, would never do that to me.”
He chuckled, “I have no ill intentions.”
“Your very existence is an ill intention,” you spat at him. Hurtful words you hoped would give you some sort of satisfaction, they didn’t.
“I do not remember you to be this iniquitous.”
“There are eras you miss about a person, when you pack up and leave from one day to the other,” was he truly unaware of the vicinity of the concoction stirring away in your heart? Heartbreak and vengeance were a fatal mixture.
“Is one of these eras kissing random guys in the club?” He continued scrambling the eggs in the pan.
“Why do you care about Yoojin?”
I don’t. . besides all I’m saying is I left for my own sanity. .”
“Congratulations to you, Yoojin. Did you get to find yourself? I am beaming with happiness at your tales of self discovery.”
He threw the wooden spoon in the sink, the loud clank vibrated through the apartment “you know you don’t have to be such a bit-”
“Finish it,” you yelled, “fucking finish it!”
He walked up to you, completely disregarding the food he had been preparing for you, “you don’t have to be a bitch about it.”
“I’ll be a bitch all I fucking want,” you pushed him off of you, “you hear me? And I’ll be the biggest fucking bitch you’ll ever encounter.”
The doorbell to your apartment chimed while the both of you stood across from each other, fists balled, steaming with anger.
“Shut the fuck up,” you whispered over to him before walking towards the front door. Looking through the peephole, you saw your mother standing on the other side of the door. A string of curses escaped your lips as you realized the gravity of the situation.
Your mom was here, but so was Yoojin who would be pretending to be Yoongi, who would be pretending to date you.
“Fuck,” you tiptoed back towards Yoojin, “it’s my mother, please go hide in my room.”
“Would you look at that? You are mannered after all,” his sarcasm certainly was not appreciated but quarreling any further would only result in him not complying. So, you remained quiet, guiding him in the direction of your bedroom.
“Thank you,” you slammed the door and dashed back to welcome your mother in as she continued annoyingly pressing on the doorbell over and over again.
“Hi, mom,” you opened.
“Hi,” her voice was skeptical and her eyes roamed around the rest of the apartment behind you, “what took you so long to answer?”
“You just woke me up,” you fake yawned.
“No wonder you look a mess,” your mother never paid you a single compliment for as long as you could remember, you were only on the other end of her criticism and spiteful words, “are you gonna let me in?”
You sighed and moved away from your stance which once blocked the entrance to your house. She took a seat on the couch and waited for you to join her on the seat across from her. Your mother was a woman of great poise—possessing perfect posture, intelligible words and a pristine reputation.
As her only daughter, she expected nothing less than perfection of you.
She expected you to mimic her very being, something you truly did not hold an ounce of interest for.
“Have you spoken with Yoongi?” She asked.
“He knows of everything mother,” you replied, “he is the man I will be dating and my best friend after all.”
“That is the precise reason, I am against this entire. . thing,” she wore a sour expression on her face, “best friends should not marry each other.”
“You also believe marriage doesn't stem from love but the size of someone’s wallet,” though, it is true that your mom stood under the same scale of hatred you held for Yoojin, you always tried to hold a level of respect for her.
Though, sometimes it felt impossible.
“Watch your mouth,” she threatened, “your father may be buying all of this but I am certain you only pulled this stunt to escape your marriage to Choi Soobin.”
“You sold me off like cattle,” you stood, now pacing back and forth behind the couch, “you didn’t even consult me about it.”
“I don’t have to consult you about anything.” You scoffed but she continued, “you simply do as you are told.”
“That might have worked when I was a teenager in highschool,” you crouched down, placing your elbows on the backrest of the couch—your eyes now leveled to hers, “but if there’s one thing I will have control over is who I get to spend the rest of my life with.”
“We’ll see about that,” your mother was a woman of her word and although you knew technically she was right, you would not marry Yoongi. It was now within your full intent to marry as you please—you would not give her the satisfaction.
“This is not a debate mother,” the sternness in your voice remained, “I am telling you I will not marry to your choosing.”
“And I said, we will see about that.”
“Good morning,” the irritating voice announced itself, cutting through the heated atmosphere you and your mom had created, “I couldn’t help but come and greet you once I heard your voice.”
“Yoongi,” even the way she said his name was distasteful. . However you were preoccupied with the concern of whether she would actually buy the twin switch.
“I hope you’re doing well. It’s been quite some time since we last spoke,” Yoojin was proficient in adopting his brother’ vocabulary, in dropping the slight slugness of his real voice and picking up the pace in his words, his mannerisms resembled those of your bestfriends perfectly too. It was a bit odd.
If you didn’t know any better, you would say this was Yoongi right in front of you.
“I could be better.” She responded barely above a whisper—almost disregarding who the question derived from. For someone who considered herself to be of the highest societal rank she possessed a great deal of disrespect.
“He’s also doing well mom. Thank you for bothering enough to ask,” you hissed.
“I’ll concern myself with asking as soon as I see you walking down the aisle with him. When I am sure you are not doing this out og rebellion,” she stood grabbing her bag and walking slowly towards the entrance in her perfectly ironed skirt suit, “and clean up the place, would you? Your father and I do not pay your rent for you to be trashing the place.”
“Dad’s name is on the lease. Not yours.”
“What’s your father’s is mine and vice versa,” she turned back and patted your check with her palm softly. Clearly not looking to cause any harm but to fuel you with anger instead.
You walked right behind and waited for her to cross the threshold before slamming the door right behind her. You placed your hands on your knees, gasping for air. She was so agitating, it literally consumed every last bit of your energy every time you engaged in conversation with her.
Sometimes you wondered what cruel affairs you had been acquainted with in your past life to ever be condemned with a mother like her.
“I thought I told you to stay in the room.”
“Things just seemed much more interesting out here though,” he walked over to the kitchen island and stuffed his mouth with whatever he had prepared.
“I’m glad my afflictions are amusing to you.”
“Not amusing. . just less boring than all the white furniture you had me staring at in your room,” he hurled himself on the couch, now using his elbows to prop himself up, “how are you a painter and your apartment is lacking so much color.”
“I’m not a painter.”
“Still lying to yourself claiming it’s a hobby?”
You shrugged, “It is.”
“No, you’re just letting them win.”
“Yoojin, I am physically and mentally tired. There is no more fight in me and I wanna be alone, please finish whatever it is that you have to do and get the fuck out of my apartment,” you waved him off, walking back in the direction of your room.
“Hey,” he called out—you turned around, “I promise I didn't mean to cause a scene with you this morning.”
“Your promises mean nothing here.” you hollered back.
The afternoon strolled in a haste and Yoojin had managed to leave your apartment shortly after you kicked him out.
After cleaning the mess he left behind in the kitchen, you showered quickly and plopped back into bed—your energy had been absorbed by the two most irritable people in your life and frankly you had no energy to engage in anything else at the moment.
You just wanted to lay in bed in the dark and be consumed by your thoughts.
But as soon as your closed your eyes the incessant ringing of your phone blared through the otherwise quiet room.
It was Jimin.
“Jiminie!”
“Baby!” He matched your squealing tone, “How are you?”
“I’m . .” You paused, “exhausted.”
“Me too. I just finished my shift—and I saw Yoojin come in all pissed this afternoon.”
“And why do you assume it’s related to me?”
“He came in cursing your name. I’m pretty sure he put a hex on you at some point.”
“That little bitch.”
Jimin sighed, “So, what happened?”
“He was just at my house when I woke up—” you sounded just as baffled as did that very morning when you found him in your kitchen, “like he owned the fucking place.”
“Yoongi asked him to follow you up and make sure you made it in ok,” Jimin confessed, “while he took me home.”
“I would have much rather slept on the sidewalk.”
“You hate him that much?”
“Hate is not a strong enough word to describe what I feel towards Min Yoojin.”
“Should I give him a beating?”
Jimin’s protectiveness lurked dear to your heart. He was a dulcet person and his friendship was your most exorbitant and treasured possession.
“It happened long ago, Jimbles. You do not have to fight him.” You chuckled.
“I was just making sure,” he giggled on the other side of the line, “can I ask you something?”
“Of course.”
“What did he do?”
“Well today he spoke the truth and I just didn’t like it. .” There was hesitancy in your voice. It’s not that you didn’t trust Jimin, it’s just that no one really knew what went down between you and Yoojin besides the two of you. Not even Yoongi, “But we also have a bit of a tension filled past.”
Jimin continued speaking but his voice became muffled, your thoughts drifted elsewhere.
Still lying to yourself claiming it’s a hobby?
Against the venom you spewed his way his words had never vacated your thoughts. Matter of fact he never left once and even tonight you found yourself entranced by his articulation.
Still lying to yourself claiming it’s a hobby?
You had heard those exact words before.
“You’re still here?” He opened the door to Yoongi’s room abrasively allowing the hallway light to seep into the unlit room while you laid in your best friend’s bed.
“Yoongi said he was coming shortly,” your eyes remained on the ceiling, Yoongi had adorned the previously empty space with dozens of glow in the dark stars, “but then again that was like. . 20 minutes ago.”
“Lies,” he laid down next to you, “something tells me you’re still avoiding going back home.”
“And you are absolutely right.”
“Do you ever stand up to them?”
You looked over to him but his eyes remained on the vague luminary stickers up above.
“I do not believe that to be an option for me.”
“Why is that?”
“They—” you huffed, “I don’t even know.”
“Tell me.”
“They just make me feel so trapped. It’s like I’m drowning in a glass of water and although they see it and have the power to ease my sorrow. . They chose to opt out of helping and just continue to pour water in.”
There was a momentary silence until Yoojin finally spoke up, “Is that not just more reason to speak up?”
“They fund my entire life Yoojin. I cannot defy them.”
“Financial ties. . That’s always a strain.”
“I mean I would run away. . but who the fuck is going to hire an eighteen year high-school drop out who just couldn’t hold off a couple months to make it to graduation.”
“I suppose you’re right,” his tone was that of defeat, because although he was intransigent
—there was not a boulder large enough for him to hide behind, “I have only been able to hide behind Yoongi’s compliant nature for limited situations.”
“It’s like micromanagement gets them off or something.”
He burst out a thunderous laugh, “It really does, doesn’t it?”
“It does.” you smiled.
Yoojin and Yoongi were twins and while you were absolutely aware they shared even their own distinctive features—somehow the boy before you wore them differently. His smile was brighter, his eyes were richer in their brown hue, his cheeks were dusted with a glowing pink.
And you were drawn to all of it. You were drawn to him.
You wish you could yell it out on the highest of mountain tops, unfortunately, cowardice kept you immobilized at the slope and you were never able to reach its peak.
You would never be able to confess.
“You hang with my brother a lot. .”
“That’s a wise observation. Yoongi is my best friend, he’s my other half. You know that.”
“Yeah. .” he drifted off, “I’m actually trying to steer this in a different direction.”
“Steer away, Yoojin.”
His gaze landed on you, your eyes finally met for the very first time that day. For a moment, the sham stars on the ceiling became blinking lights like those rejoicing in the night, sprawled out through the dark sky just outside the window. Their light source became enough to spotlight the two of you.
He was glowing like never before.
“He’s just so determined on keeping his distance from girls. . I was just wondering if you held the same ideas about boys.”
“If I’m as celibate and hoeless as Yoongi?”
Yoojin nodded. He was serious.
“I’m not really sure how to answer that.”
“Truthfully.”
“I don’t hold the same ideas as Yoongi.”
“So you. .?”
“Are you asking if I’m a virgin?”
“I guess. .”
You were aware summer was nearing but none of that justified how hot the room became in such a short amount of time.
“We’re 19, Yoojin,” you said, “I haven’t been a virgin for months now.”
“I haven’t been one for a while either.” You asked for no elaboration, just hummed along to acknowledge his response, “but I also wanted to ask.”
“Yes?”
“Do you have a boyfriend?”
“Why do you ask?” Realistically speaking you didn’t care about his 10-page interview questions regarding your personal life. You just enjoyed the way he became shy even though he initiated the conversation. It was cute.
“You know. .”
“Is this how you normally flirt?”
“No,” he protests, “I’m not flirting.”
“Hmm,” you began, “so you haven’t been staring at my lips for the past ten minutes either?”
His eyes blew to the size of pool balls and while you were patiently trying to get this out of him, you also realized that a tiny push wouldn’t do—you needed to dive right in.
“For what it’s worth I did want to kiss you.”
“Really?”
“Yes, but you aren’t flirting with me remember so you must not want to kiss me.”
“Don’t do me like that.”
“I didn’t do anything. Those were your words not mine.”
“You’re cruel.”
You chortled and grabbed your jacket from where you previously hung it on the backrest of Yoongi’s computer chair. Your lips met his soft cheek leaving the trace of a timid peck.
“Tell Yoongi I got tired of waiting, will you?”
“I will,” He waved you off with one hand while the other remained on the cheek you kissed.
The park near the town square was empty today. As gloomy as the day was, all you could replay back in your head were all the happy memories you had lived through on a swing set very similar to this one when you were just a little girl.
Back then, you felt invincible. Like you could take on anything and come out victorious on the other side.
What would your eight year old self say today? Painted by cowardice you allowed your parents to drag you along your life like a rag doll, you let your life long crush trump your heart like dirt and now resented him for it.
You were a joke. A sad fucking joke.
The usual tint of azure in the sky was a light gray, but it hasn’t rained yet.
“Funny seeing you here,” Yoojin swept in, taking a seat on the swing right next to you.
“I arranged this meeting, remember?”
“How about you let us live in the moment,” he began swinging his feet back and forth, creating a bit of momentum. This was typical Yoojin behavior, deflecting, making jokes out of a serious situation, and being immature.
None of it was new to you.
“I summoned you out here as an attempt to have a serious conversation,” God knows you were trying, real hard. “Can you manage that?”
“I’m not five years old, you know.”
“You act like it.”
He heaved, “what is it that you want?”
“The annual end of spring Min party is in a few days—”
“I know.”
You shut your eyes as a remedy for patience which you needed to channel every ounce of. “We need to. .” you muttered, “get things together.”
“You and Yoongi have been best friends since forever. There’s no room to fabricate much.”
“But we do need to get certain details straight.”
“Analyze away.”
You weren’t looking at him, your eyes were set on the multitude of birds utilizing the fountain nearby.
“We’ll tell them you and I became closer during this past summer. I know they think they’re giving us freedom but between my father and the Min’s they have practically already planned our wedding,” you cleared your throat, “well Yoongi and I that is.”
“Got it,” Yoojin nodded, “so pretend they haven’t been setting up this whole thing. Cool. What about your mom?”
“What about her?”
“After this yesterday morning. How do we convince her?”
“There’s no convincing her really but we cannot falter in our plans or she will schedule more Soobin dates.”
“I thought that was stamped as strictly platonic?”
“Since when have our parents cared about our opinions?”
“I suggest running away,” his joke had a bitter aftertaste which resided in the back of your throat.
“I know you’re good at that,” the words left your mouth, before you even processed them.
“Right.”
“Actually Houdini,” the mood shifted and although it was within your full intentions to maintain some sort of peace between the two of you moving forward, sometimes you just couldn’t help it, “after you disappeared, Yoongi and I scattered under your parents’ instructions to find you. They knew of your love for Thailand and Los Angeles so we went there for a couple of days but we obviously did not find you.”
“You searched for me?”
“We searched for you,” you corrected, “but after we came back our parents’ scrutiny became harsher and they began meddling in our personal life a lot more than they would.”
“All because I left. .”
It wasn’t really a question but you answered anyway by nodding your head, “I guess your parents were scared of losing Yoongi as well and even on the sidelines mine grew weary that I would do the same.”
He didn’t say anything—just continued staring off into the distance. Yoojin’s expression remained blank and again you despised how little he expressed through his emotion.
“Are you going to be ok seeing your parents after so long?”
“I’ll be fine. .”
“I suppose fine is okay but we have to be perfect.”
“We’ll be better than perfect.”
His lack of words was haunting and only accentuated the dismal afternoon. Right then you noticed the darkened tone the clouds had now adopted. If it didn’t seem like rain was on the forecast before, it most definitely was now.
You shivered a bit as a swift breeze sweeped by. In the back of your mind, you knew your walk back to your apartment as overdue but
“What if we have to kiss in front of them?”
“What of it?”
“Can I kiss you?”
“If we’re dating I can’t necessarily shove you away, Yoojin.”
“I know. .” he murmured, “it’s just. This is super significant to you. I just wanted to make sure.”
“Not all of us run wild with your privilege at freedom. I’m doing what I can to satisfy my needs for now.”
“Satisfy your needs,” he licked his rose tinted lips.
You rolled your eyes, “Be fucking mature.”
“You made it too easy.”
Yoojin’s humor still tickled at your sides, and although you wanted to utter as much as a giggle, all your mind could muster up derived from every thing that happened that night all of those years ago.
You were aware you were being a bit resentful but your pain is irrefutable and there was nothing he could do to change the past or make you forget.
You would always resent him for it.
“Do you really have to walk around with your camera around your neck at all times?”
“You never know when something beautiful might turn up. I gotta be ready for anything.”
“You’re such a photographer,” you scoffed.
The trees were a deep emerald, it matched the color of Yoojin’s shirt. You hadn’t really noticed before. It was within your full intent to keep your eyes away from him—anything to stop your mind from behaving as recklessly as your heart. Out of sight, out of mind, right?
“Says the one who walked around school with overalls splattered with paint all over.”
“I’ve grown from that. You’re twenty-five looking exactly the same as you did all those years back.”
“Exactly the same?”
“That’s what I said.”
He laughed airily, almost snorting in the process. It was cute—NO. No it wasn’t.
“So I look exactly the same as the boy you couldn’t resist back in senior year?”
You hated him so much.
“The only difference is he was a better person.”
“I’ve changed, you know.”
“If you have to announce that you’ve changed then it makes it a little impossible to believe.”
“You haven’t even given me a chance.”
“That’s a little hard to do when my welcome was you butt ass naked in Yoongi’s kitchen, when you act one way around others and the complete opposite around me,” you spewed without caution, “you have not changed Yoojin. We are both here for a reason. Can we please not fuck it up for Yoongi?”
“Of course.”
On the day of your eighteenth birthday when the little hand on the clock struck twelve, you developed a tunnel vision with your own means of finding an apartment in order to reap some sort of freedom.
And eventually you sort of did.
Because while your apartment is far from your parents’ estate it simply wasn’t far enough and impromptu visits from your mom, like the one from this morning weren���t completely uncommon.
You supposed it was freedom on a limited time offer—but some was better than none at all.
Living in your parents’ house you often had to hide; of course they were aware of what they often referred to as your ‘less than ideal’ hobbies. Your life at their house was your own personal hell, a living nightmare and day-by-day you bore the grating corners of your soul. They disposed of your art tools, made calls to unregister you from art classes, they even destroyed your paintings with little regard to your hard work. Truly, they marked the worst years of your life.
Thankfully, you were able to make a clean escape, setting up your own art studio was the first step towards healing. You were able to work freely and display your work without a care in the world.
This was your haven; the only place where you were cocooned with warmth and safety.
So profoundly safe.
Sitting on the stool you stared at the blank canvas on the eisel, while an abundance of ideas streamed in your mind nothing was clear enough to portray. Your thoughts were jumbled into one like scribbles on a blank page all circling the one name you told yourself no longer resided within you.
The embellished walls of your makeshift exhibit were beaming as your paintings were hung on them with black frames. Every single one pinpointed a memorable time in your life—ranging from the beach you visited with the Mins’ every summer; the gardens in your family home you often used to escape to after school; the skate park Yoojin used to drag you and Yoongi to on Sunday afternoons; among other scenic places you were able to capture in your past.
It was a bittersweet stroll down memory lane.
That was typically your art style, capturing the landscapes that graced your vision.
There was your one attempt at a portrait up on the farthest wall from you. The brush strokes on his face featured the ample curves of his ethereal face, his hair sat on his head so perfectly as it usually did. Although, he was the real inspiration you had presented that exact painting as a gift to your very own best friend.
It was Yoongi to everyone else but it was Yoojin to you and it would only ever be Yoojin.
“I’m so glad you answered my texts,” Yoojin opened the passenger door to his car and stood aside waiting for you to go in but you stood beside him instead.
“Your power of persuasion has always been excessive. .” While you were couped up in the house, pulsed to the ends of earth by your own mind, reflection and existence Min Yoojin was the last person you intended on having an outing with.
“I didn’t hold a weapon to your head,” he argued, his eyebrows furrowed at the extent of your accusation, “you could have said no.”
“Get dressed. I'm picking you up in an hour,” you recited the text word for word from your phone, “doesn’t really supply much room for decision making.”
“Will you just get in the car please?”
“I do not take orders from you, Yoojin.”
“Oh, come on,” he leaned in closer to you as his lips shadowed over the shell of your ear. You felt as if you were out at sea, floating aimlessly as the tide dragged you farther and farther away. “That was one of the many things you loved about me.”
You elbowed his side, he grunted at the blow to his ribs, “I think you forget that your charms are dormant with me. Your spark has dimmed out.”
“My spark is everlasting.”
“Well, it died the moment you walked away,” you deadpanned.
“Just please get in the car,” he tried once more, he was exasperated by your banter but it only fueled your desire to see him crumble.
You scoffed, “Only because you said please.”
The minute you sat down your nostrils were invaded by the dominant fragrance of cedarwood and cypress inundating his car. A scent which was only unique to Min Yoojin, it tainted every inch of his skin; like the various paints which marked their territory on your canvas’. Just as that painting of him which wreaked havoc in your own heaven. It was intoxicating, invasive. . and just as alluring as you remembered.
If you could pinch your nose to block the smell you would.
“I hope you don’t plan to be lulled by your phone the entire time,” he closed the car door behind him before starting the engine.
“I hope you don’t think this is an open invitation for interminable conversations,” you rolled your eyes, still scrolling aimlessly through countless apps.
“I never took you for holding grudges.”
“I never took you for someone who would just believe he would be so easily forgiven,” a deep rancor rooted deep within you.
His knuckles hugged the steering wheel just a bit tighter, “I’m trying to make amends.”
“Fuck making amends, Yoojin. You’re exhausting.”
“And you’re not?” His tone blared within the small space of the vehicle. There was no serenity in your futile wanders across the deep blue sea. The foreboding clouds neared and raucous rumbles roared loudly—the streaks of thunder snapped the sky into pieces. You were astounded but he continued, “fuck I’m trying. You see that I’m trying. Don’t you?”
“Trying does nothing for me,” you yelled back.
He sighed, “I suppose we only tolerate each other today. . For Yoongi, as you say.”
The remaining car ride was soundless— the silence was increasingly deafening, causing your ears to ring continuously. It simulated the same insipid screams of lightning.
Still, you remained weightless in the buoyancy of the water.
You knew you weren’t a victim, you continued landing jabs at him. Out of pettiness, spite, vengeance. . whatever it was you dismantled him and you proceeded being drifted off by the soundless waves. The shore was no longer in your line of vision. Yoojin was mangled, though. You could read it in his features, with protruding pouty bottom lip, watery eyes and the indented wrinkles marking his forehead. Even when you found it in your heart to feel the slightest taint of remorse, you still remembered that he broke you first.
“What are we doing here?” The car pulled up to the Min boutique owned by Yoojin and Yoongi’s mother herself.
“You know how particular my mother can be about her ridiculous parties. She forwarded Yoongi the dress code set out for the both of you,” he explained, “and I figured it would be more bearable if the two of us endured this together.”
“So this is our first public outing. . Together?”
“Together.”
“You could have warned me.”
He leaned back on the leather seat, “I would but you’re so difficult to communicate with sometimes.”
“I could say the same about you.”
His eyes became ignited behind inextinguible flames and you could see your very own reflection burning away into ashes. It wasn’t always within your intention to rile him up continuously but it came so naturally to you.
“Can we just get through the afternoon?”
“I can definitely pretend.”
After handing his car keys to the valet, you and Yoojin walked into the Mins’ Boutique with your balmy palms clasped together, and your slender fingers intertwined.
Mindy, the store clerk greeted the two of you, “I organized the private fitting room with all your favorites and all the pieces in accord with your mother’s preferred dress code.”
“Thank you, Mindy,” the two of you followed the store clerk as she led the way up the glass stairs, away from all of the store attendees on the first floor, “you are too good to us.”
She was a short woman in her mid-forties who had been employed at the Min boutique for many years before you even knew Yoongi. She was graceful and often treated you and the twins as her very own children when you came in to visit.
Mindy was also someone your parents’ could not buy into your life—she too resided within the pumping walls of your heart.
“How are you doing?” She pushed open the clear doubled doors revealing the massive dressing room. The lights seemed bright and in the farthest wall there were two seperate rooms hidden behind dark green curtains. In the middle of the room there was a coffee table containing a champagne bottle in a metal chiller bucket, two glasses half way full and a silver platter with a handful of finger sandwiches, “I hear there’s romance sparking between you two.”
“Oh, yes,” Yoojin released you from his tight grip and traveled deeper into the private room, “we began seeing each other this past summer.”
“I always thought you would end up with one of those love birds,” she patted your shoulder lightly, you chuckled lightly in response, “just I always thought it would be Yoojin.” she whispered for only you to hear.
“He’s gone, Mindy,” in a way even though Yoojin was right there just a few feet in front of you, it was as if he wasn’t here at all.
“He’ll be back my darling,” her smile was soft; comforting, “If you guys need anything please be sure to let me know.”
“We will. Thank you Mindy,” she vowed and exited the room before leaving you and Yoojin alone.
“What was Mindy talking about?”
You took a sip of the bubbly liquor, “There was no specific topic.”
“But the two of you were glaring at me.”
“Noone was glaring at you.” We were discussing our intertwined destinies—she thinks you and I belong together. “You are so self centered, Yoojin.”
“Self centered?”
“That’s what I said.”
He threw his hands up in defeat, “Let’s just get to the clothes. Shall we?”
He signaled you towards the dressing room while picking up his phone disregarding your existence entirely, and the remainder of the time at the Min Boutique ticked away quickly as you rushed through the countless outfits laid out for you.
One after the other, Your temples glistened with sweat as you rushed into the fifth and last outfit—the one you perceived closer to your own personal style. It’s a white spaghetti strap mid-thigh dress with a ruffle hemline.
Trying it on felt like a breath of fresh air compared to everything you’d discarded previously. It hugged your body in all the right places, accentuating every single curve.
“Weren’t you supposed to come out and show me some of the clothes?”
“No, I don’t think I was supposed to do anything,” After changing back into your own clothes you walked out from behind the curtain with the dress in your hand.
He walked up behind you—those fucking butterflies erupted at your stomach once again, “lucky for you I like surprises.”
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author’s note: this chapter kinda sucked but i hope its an enjoyable read nevertheless.
thanks for reading. comments, likes, reblogs and messages are always appreciated. let me know what you think ;)
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