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mhaynoot · 1 year

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[ joongdok - canon compliant - pure fluff ]

post epilogue, established couple joongdok having a vacation all to themselves for a week or two because they're the only two jobless adults who can get two weeks off in the middle of the year and the rest of the kim dokja's company nebulae can take a hint.

the hint is that they're hopeless and completely garbage at planing vacations. the two idiots are still "hmm"-ing and "mmm"-ing a week after yoo sangah had eagerly suggested they take a trip to relax.

"has either of them ever even had a vacation?" someone finally asks.

someone else asks, "do they, like, even know the concept of relaxing?"

not looking away from her console and executing a perfect combo, yoo mia says, "oppa never took a vacation, not even once."

"what about kim dokja?"

then they remember kim dokja and kim dokja's past and they sigh.

after arguing about romantic cliches and plans for a whole night before finally reaching a tentative accord, han sooyoung and yoo sangah intervene and slap down two tickets on the dining room table.

"you are going to jeju island," han sooyoung says.

"hmm, are we?" kim dokja says even as yoo joonghyuk swipes the tickets to examine the dates.

"yes," everyone replies and he only laughs.

lee hunsung becomes in charge of activities and he rounds all the kids to band up together into a brain storming session that rattles the roof with how loud and excited they become. they come up with a bunch of whacky romantic/fun/cool/badass ideas and activities to do. having come back from her recent trip and feeling extremely gleeful at having thats right up her expertise, jang hayoung compiles all their suggestions into a neat activity book and then makes the mistake of actually researching. hours and hours later, she's still trying to find all the best places and fun spots. she's interviewed four people already and they all give insane responses.

for example, jung heewon lists out all cool bars she went to during her college years but then strokes her chin and says, "they're probably all destroyed or gone now though. ah, just add it all anyways, im sure they'll find at least one of them or it'll give them a good goose chase."

by the end of it and the entire living room turned into a jeju guide collection dump. even han sooyoung reaches out to help format all the information into a giant printed travel guide. by the time its printed and bound, it's thick enough to break bone.

"would we even be able to do all of this?" kim dokja asks, tracing the list of activities and sights and vacation things to do. its a very long list.

"we can always go again," yoo joonghyuk points out.

kim dokja's eyes crinkles. they share a look over the word 'again'.

"oi," han sooyoung cuts in. "we're all going next time, you bastards. there's no way i would have helped make this stupid travel guide just for you two."

yoo joonghyuk and him share another look but he smiles when says, "if you say so, han sooyoung."

bumbling in with all the grace of a particularly snappy grand turtle, gong pildu huffs and finds them a lodge in the middle of nowhere so they don't destroy perfectly good land. even han myungoh comes by with his daughter to talk excitedly about all the places he'd visited and how they could totally hook them up with perfect deals. kim dokja's mothers come by as well, getting him travel bags and fancy dinner clothes.

uriel wails that she cant watch them on their honeymoon over video call. there's about a billion stage crew bustling and frantically speed walking around and behind her and kim dokja remembers she's on a world tour and probably about to head up on stage considering her pretty outfit. glancing over her shoulder on the screen, kim dokja can almost spy out abyssal black flame dragon and sun wukong fighting in the background using a thumb machine.

"how about you send me your schedule and we can go watch your next concert after my vacation," he says and she immediately lights up.

and, because he's pressed against his chest and tucked under his chin, kim dokja can feel it as yoo joonghyuk shakes his head. but he still writes it down in the little black journal he keeps on hand.

in the end, the only two who dont actually contribue to the vacation is kim dokja and yoo joonghyuk themselves who spend most of the week arguing over luggage and bickering over if bringing an entire spice rack is over kill (kdj: yes, yjh vehemently: i can bring the knives too, kim dokja give me the spices).

on the day of departure, they wake up predawn to the whole house bustling and three people already yelling, and loading up way more luggage than kim dokja remembers packing. making sure to fill up yoo mia's plate first, yoo joonghyuk eventually reveals a giant breakfast spread for the rest to eat and they all gobble up ten differently cooked eggs, kimchi yoo joonghyuk had been expertly fermenting like an elderly ahjumma, fluffy fried rice, kimchi, four pots of soup, perfectly cooked fish, more kimchi, and a whole table filled with a hundred different banchan.

as he closes his eyes around the heavenly flavour of yoo joonghyuk's hobakjuk, he quietly conceeds that bringing the spice rack wouldn't be too bad even if it ruined the authenticity of trying touristy food trap.

after inhaling the food and the grand procession of getting everyone into one vehicle, jung hewoon drives them to the airport in the gigantic wagon car they all loving call the company car. in kim dokja's opinion, its more bus than car.

the kids all cry as he rubs their head and kisses their forehead goodbye even though theyre all too old for that anymore but he does it anyway when they crowd around him like puppies about to be dropped off at puppycare. he can't begrudge them when even the adults are huddling around him too, holding onto him like he'd disappear. inside, he knows they're all acting like this why but only a soft tug pulls his heart into a gentle dance of indulgence.

kim dokja waves goodbye from the terminal, smiling widely. yoo joonghyuk gives a nod to the group, flipping through the Kim Dokja Company Approved Travel Guide for the sixth time since they got it. but even he smiles in the end when they all call out their last goodbye and rush into a giant hug.

"you better come back in one piece. yoo joonghyuk, look after him or else. you too kim dokja, you better not let this guy do anything stupid."

"dokja-ssi make sure not to get lost."

"ahjussi, have fun and remember us!"

"hyung! don't forget us! ugh, you sooty bastard, you better look after hyung."

"look after master, ahjussi, and get us souvenirs!"

holding onto his hand, yoo sangah says "make sure to have fun."

jung heewon pulls him close and says into his shoulder, "come home soon."

kim dokja clings onto them for a moment longer. just a little longer. indulges in each second that ticks by. but the announcer says its time to depart and, as he pulls back, he watches as they gather around him, like planetary orbits, never leaving his solar system. refusing to leave his previously lonely starry world. after all, they were forever intertwinned in the gravity of each other. forever, they'll be here for him, to pull him back, and he'll be there too, reaching back to meet their open arms. even if they separated just for a little bit. they'll rotate back together. always.

"i promise, I'll be back," he says, a little watery, and swings an arm around yoo joonghyuk. he holds him steadily.

kim dokja thinks for a long moment. "you know, i dont think ive ever been in a plane."

silently, yoo joonghyuk holds out his hand. after all that he has gone through, after using wings to fly, a carriage through space, a car that rides on cosmic roads and after having thrown himself through the cosmos, kim dokja thinks wearily that something as mundane as a plane ride should definitely not even stir up even a sliver of fear but he grips onto yoo joonghyuk's large, warm hand as tight as possible as the plane shakes and rattles and the white tube bleeds around the edges of his eyes.

then they get the kdrama special montage of jeju island.

there had been plenty of bizarre, otherworldly and breathtaking sights of skies and cosmos, of death and destruction, of the haunting beauty in yoo joonghyuk's features during the scenarios. devastating but beautiful. something as mundane as jeju island and the wind in yoo joonghyuk's hair and a casual black turtleneck shouldn't take his breath away but it does.

the first day, they had decided not to do much. first, check into their lodge. a tiny cabin that looks about ready to collapse in the middle of nowhere. but its surprisingly cosy and cleaned up on the inside when they step in. yoo joonghyuk sets up his spice rack and the whole kitchen to his liking and kim dokja lounges around with a book. after putting things away and the sun still high in the afternoon, they go sightseeing.

kim dokja oohs and ahhs and takes thousands of dumb photos to send to the kkt. most of it is landscapes, and bad selfies, and a picture perfect yoo joonghyuk looking handsomely over the distance.

"so unfair," he says and then makes the photo his lockscreen.

they go to a cute cafe jang hayoung had circled several times for the pretty floral aesthetic and view overlooking the ocean. kim dokja admits it does look pretty nice and sends photos of it to jang hayoung with a thumbs up.

"hi, what would you like to order? by the way, our chef's special today is fish and chips!"

initially, he had been only about to order an ice americano (decaf because he was old) but kim dokja can't ever resist and orders lunch there too. loves watching as yoo joonghyuk makes a grouchy face at all the 'low quality' food he tries. it is pretty tasteless but kim dokja savours each bite.

the sun lazily winds through the sky, not a cloud in sight and its too perfect beach weather to pass up. using the extremely detailed map in the travel guide, they find the beach although kim dokja was pretty sure they would have found it easily even without it. just follow the sea salt.

at the edge before the sand, yoo joonghyuk quickly crouches down to take off his shoes and, before kim dokja could follow suit, he reaches out and takes hold of kim dokja's foot. his fingers quickly unlaces the sneaker and then he slips the shoe and sock off. his hands now cradling the bare sole into a gentle squeeze and half massage.

kim dokja laughs and reaches out to card a hand through the thick hair. the silver strands are shining in the golden jeju sunlight. they flutter in the sea wind they can feel from here. something in his stomach was fluttering too.

look at them, 30-something and over hundreds and thousands of years old. a bunch of old men they are to still get butterflies.

"you're so cute today, joonhyuk-ah."

"shut up and give me your other foot."

kim dokja does and yoo joonghyuk sets their shoes to the side. he also rolls up their pants and then gets up with a smooth rise.

they walk along the beach, hand in hand. kim dokja playfully kicks wet sand into yoo joonghyuk's legs and, without hesitation, yoo joonghyuk throws him into the ocean. or, at least tries to. immediately, having had the foresight, kim dokja latches onto him tightly, he twists, and they both tumble down into the sand.

kim dokja laughs, a little breathless from the fall but mostly because of the sight of yoo joonghyuk hovering over him and the ocean breeze stuck up his throat. he had even slipped a hand beneath kim dokja's head before it hit the sand. a small fall like that wouldn't have even hurt at all.

"so unfair," he says again, reaching up to trace the ocean drop kissing down yoo joonghyuk's devastating cheeks.

they're still mostly on the sandy area so the warm water only reaches about a finger width high. it pulls back kim dokja's hair just the slightest bit and the sand is already getting everywhere on him. the sunlight plays along the water's glittering surface.

kim dokja smiles and yoo joonghyuk watches as his eyes curl up into little crescents. as the world sparkles around him.

'unfair you say,' yoo joonghyuk thinks and leans down to kiss him.

they're both smiling too much. the gentle waves washes them close, again and again. it's salty.

#joongdok #hawrites #pure fluff for once?#orv

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istherewifiinhell · 2 years

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Reading progress: chapter 300 (what the fuck)

reading highlight: this time with. so so many probably inaccurately copied quotes. forgive me. i was trying to eat my own pen. and also notebook. and also arm.

Square brackets are. when not quoting text. my own meta reactions or clarifications

280 Cheok jungyeong tries to uplift the ppl and fight outer god. I do love him.

sword saint and kyrgios. battle couple

Indescribable Distance. great name for a (baby girl) unknowable horror.

281 kdj bullshit. commence.

[often i lose track of whose taking but in this section they were focusing on jhw] "I can't let you go! don't go alone again! please! Dokja-Hyung!"

swk (looks at) his friend ABFD (looks at) his adversary CJY (gives) furious yell

oh yjh baby

live and death companions is silent

yjh spoke in a trembling voice

282 txt revision yjh is fucked up and depressed

kdj told ysa the plan in ADVANCE

indescribable distance -> Oh like the pale? (DE)

■ final chapter OR eternity. inch resting

283 sprawling chaos

SP "I don't agree with your methods but I'm curious" the kdjc story

284 SP and wenny man ominous interlude

(bunch of constellations dying in front of him) kdj picking up video game items

"For a brief second I felt my heart stop. Scarred muscles could be seen through the torn sleeves of the coat. I looked at the trajectory of the sword against the ground and emotions filled my heart."

285 middle school kdj made a yjh whisperer chart

"Son of a bitch you have to let me talk to you" classic

kdj lack understanding to 2nd level orv (ugly crying meme)[on kdj side]

4th wall trying to fry yjh brain with the greatest hits comp

286 only person who can debuff yjh? yjh. regression depression [YOUD THINK THAT WOULDNT U]

the angels are just chilling with kdj?

"He will commit terrible destruction and shall destroy the mighty and holy people" gabriel girl what the fuck

kdj literally "you dont have all the facts" the facts being? "i love him..."

gabriel has seen uriels amvs and okays it

kdj aggravates regression depression. hold his hand and tell him happy moments. you know. to torment. him.

Ethics??

288 giant baby monster. skyscraper height

angel conversational interlude -> "they were fighting and holding each others by the collar a few hours ago". welcome to dokhyuk

kdj seemed to be stroking yjh head. -> excuse me?

gabriel comparing dokhyuk to her and uriel. HELLO?

kdj making yjh eat soil. ETHICS...

289 "bear like man lhs" i stay winning

↳ kdj are u gonna cry about seeing him

knw! hi!

290 this patient is allergic to animal related stories

HDH! hi!

this is a hospital and base of operations?

mjw!

hsy... did what kdj would have done. but without yjh.

hsy... two of them

291 hsy multiplicity moments (orv doesn't work)

ppl crowd yjh like an attraction

yjh eyes became hot and his heart stuffy -> crying? anger?

yjh remembers from 4th wall. uriel doll... like a child first learning to speak "uriel"

292 hankim. dressed the same. playing mind games. socratic

lhs gives piggy back to hsy

hsy power b/c nothing is truly original + TWOS is just that bad

Damnit. I had no choice but to agree. In order for this world to be complete, Yoo Joonghyuk... Han Sooyoung stared at me. She seemed to understand what i was thinking. "You know by now, I don't need him in this world." The plagiarist, who dreamt of a world beyond the original told me "I know how to kill YJH"

293 Hsy probability based arthritis

HSY grabbing YJH chin. pulling out a cig. howd you get so cool hsy...

294. 1863 lhs is still a sad dog boy huh

knw... kdj is giving girl advice?.... no never mind hes talking about how handsome yjh is.

1863 got to read orv... and it reg deps him

295 SP really wanted 1863 to die huh?

hsy to kill yjh by sealing the earth. an eternal sleep. no dreams no waking. (to die. to sleep. No more, and by a sleep to say we end the heartbreak and 1000 natural shocks that flesh is heir to)[the final chapter... or eternity]

"It is a deception" "Some call it salvation"

defiance to yjh sponsor... always

296 YJH ORV JFC

"I watched Yjh, I heard it clearly. I was still listening [I want to live]"

kdj would see the end with these ppl and find a way back

"The world that you showed me? Does it really exist"

297 "Does the world where you live really exist?" [its the emphasis change thats killing me here]

hsy "Is it cause of this guy? Did this guy do something to your spirit? Didn't you want to die so badly? Aren't you tired? Don't you want to stop preforming scenarios?"

yjh desperate for hope hsy begging for pragmatism kdj (deluded) faith in a only win scenario

yjh agreed to become enemy of the world, lost everything -> unites the world

yjh "does it (exist)?" kdj "I didn't know if saying would be comforting to yjh. I cried out with all my might [It exists]"

kdj ready to spend 3-5 years here to win both 1863 and then return to 3rd turn. yjh wont let him

"the dazzling light filled the air with ashes, revealing a pale reality. In it yjh was walking towards a world we didn't know."

298 "Yjh escaped from being a character"

lhs beautiful bear like idiot. knew hsy was tricking them. went with it anyway

yjh "wanted to write a new story in a very sincere manner. that's the condition for the author trait"

TWOS written by? large baby?

299 yjh dead "It's no longer a novel" 4th wall activated

oh no (checks notes) Jophiel dont sacrifice yourself

J: I don't believe in you (kdj) but i have something to ask.... bruh

"Someone was left and someone was leaving. No matter what was chosen, everyone would eventually reach their end." (Someone has to leave first. This is a very old story. There is no other version of this story.)

lhs continues to imprint on kdj

"Even without me the 3rd round would be fine for a lone time" "How can you be so sure?" HSY stared at me suspiciously. "You are there" -> WHAT THE FUCK AFFECTIONATE KDJ HANKIM MOMENT

rotating: okay. okay. alright. where to even fucking start. small. start small. kdjs friends have even cottoned on pretty well to his bullshit. jhw in particular doesnt want him to do things alone. shouldnt you give people the choice to stand (and die) with you. than leave and die and force them to keep living alone. this is a secret tool that will help us later

im considering. the weight put on endings. ■■. the closer it is to meaning, truly, an end. the more... auspicious? and is an end a finite or infinite thing. final chapter or eternity. death or endless sleep. life or forever regression

im considering. stories. and ownership. and what does it mean to end one. rewrite one. does it change you. does it change the original story. are they gone forever. could they every truly stay. the moment you reread the story. isnt it different. kdj cant let go of 1863 by his own volition (always... volition). it meant everything to him. from middle school to 28 years of age. TWOS yjh saved him. HSY, who, in so many ways is kdj, and in so many was, is not. has no loyalty to yjh. she can make this world without him, she can write beyond it. she will put this world to bed and she will create something else. 1863 yjh has nothing. no companions, no hope, just loss. and 4th tells him the story of our 3rd turn. OF. ORV. and this is what he needs. to live and die. to leave. to try again. to person himself once more, to act and not react. possibly. killing himself, killing this story, is an act of creation too

and. speaking of yjh and being a person. we. i gotta talk about this. and im gonna try and make sense and use sentences but. i have. just. why did they have kdj caress yjh and put him in a highly suggestible state by whispering sweet (tormenting) nothings to him. what... what what what. do you think they meant by that (they meant to torment me....). With making him follow kdj very command. With making him incapable of acting *without* the command. He's an attack dog. Bodyguard. Instrument for violence. Kdj also makes him eat dirt. Kdj also tells him to go to bed (and then to sleep. He needed to be told to *sleep*). The people in the 1863 base crowd around him. They gawk. The world's enemy and most dangerous person. Docile. A toy? Hsy grabs him by the chin, inspects him. He's a thing. Kdj. In knowing everything about him. With tenderness. In an act of terrible love. To avoid having to kill him. Unmakes his person. What the ever living fuck am I supposed to do with that.

#some shit #orv blogging #got frazzled cause bus issues... have at...

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minachuuu · 3 years

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Unspoken Words Hurt Too [P2]

❣Unspoken Words Hurt Too❣ Part 2/2 (Part 1!)

❤ Pairing: Yves x (Fem) Idol!Reader

❤ Genre: Angst

❤ Word Count: 7.3k (I think I got a little too excited on this one, ups)

❤ Song Suggestions: One Way by LOONA/yyxy and Rock Bottom by Hailee Steinfeld

It has been two months since Yves phone stopped ringing with your name popping on the screen, but that didn’t mean her mind ceased to bring back your smile, your eyes and the way your arms felt around her. Her comeback with LOONA was useful to have her mind away from the issue for a while, but now that promotions had finished for them, there was nothing preventing you from dwelling on her memory.

Yves was sure that if her phone rang, just once again with your name, it wouldn’t take a second for her to answer it. She beated herself endlessly at the way she treated the situation from the first day. After the news broke, you tried reaching her endlessly but she kept declining call after call. But among preparations for their comeback, Vivi was the one to smack some sense into her, calling her attitude ‘childish’. It wasn’t as if she didn’t know that but her pride refused to surrender, avoiding any possible contact or even seeing your face anywhere.

It wasn’t until one day, the girls at the dorm were looking at a show were your group made an appearance. You looked tired, weared off. Her instinct was to get her phone out and text you to ask if you were okay, but a voice in her head reminded her of everything she had done wrong, the friendship she had broken. She promised to herself to answer your next call, but it was a little too late.

On the other hand, you accepted that you had neglected your friendship a bit before the whole relationship thing even started, let’s not even think about a more serious relationship. So you perfectly understood if she didn’t want to waste her time with someone who didn’t know how to handle her priorities, but if you only had the opportunity...

And then, there she was. Her sight lost in the horizon, sitting in the most isolated bench at the park you used to visit together, to escape from life watching the Han River serenely flow. Her mind was rattling with a thousand thoughts as she gradually sipped on the hot beverage in her hands. The sun was setting in the horizon, turning the water below into a shaking quivering mirror, reflecting the sun rays straight to her face.

You stared in silence, the girl unaware of your presence behind her, her silhouette as bright as you remembered from the last time you had seen her, all those months ago in the dance practice that would catapult you into stardom. You stayed there for some minutes, deciding on whether or not to interrupt her contemplating state. The only thing you had to grasp upon was a deep breath, before gently walking towards her.

“Excuse me, I believe you might be on my bench.” You joked, your whole self filled with hope that she would take it lightly.

“I’m so sorry!” She sprang from the seat in surprise, extremely apologetic. She gradually turned around, bowing respectfully. “I’ll move to-”

“I don’t mind sharing it though” You offered her a gentle smile when her eyes locked on yours.

“Y/n-” She gasped, but her expression made it impossible to say if she was glad or not to see you there.

“Hi Sooyoung.” You responded, dryly but a hint of nostalgia managed to slip out. Revealing how much you missed saying your best friend’s name out loud. Your hand motioned to the empty part of the bench as she moved her body to one side. “May I?”

“Suit yourself.” She mumbled.

You took a seat by her side, both avoiding making eye contact. The sun reflecting on the river in front of you bounced to your eyes now as the air around you two was cramming with a thousand words to be said. But the pressure of the silence was even more deafening, making it obvious that those times where you both were comfortable with your quietness were far behind.

“How did you find me?” She asked first. You sensed a certain hostile tone coming out of her, your energies crashing against each other.

“I wasn’t looking for you to begin with.” You answered in the same tone, a sting in your chest as you weren’t used to talking to her that way. “But it just so happens that we both choose the same spot to come and think about… stuff.”

“And what stuff do you have to think about that is so important to interrupt mine?” She scoffed.

You clenched your fists, tensing your jaw. The truth was that both of you only came here to think about each other. What any other reason could this spot have when you had spent countless hours here building memories together, thinking of a future full of dreams that you casually wanted to achieve together. But those now seemed far, far away from a reaching distance when every word right now seemed to scream ‘go away’.

“I just wanted to catch a breath.” You hid your real intentions behind a mask full to the brim with bottled emotions.

“Yeah, I can’t imagine how tiring it must be to be you.” Sooyoung mentally slapped herself at the way she was talking back to you. But she couldn’t control the pride in her heart from swelling.

“You know what? Yes, yes it is. I do have a problem” You snapped your head towards her, daring to look at her in the eyes. “But what’s yours Sooyoung?”

“I don’t know what you m-”

“I wanted my best friend back, I really did.” You continued but she refused to let her guard down. “But you made it really clear to me that you didn’t.”

“Then why are you here?” She spat. Her eyes getting glossy, staring at the paper cup in her hands as she averted your gaze.

“I-” The air was sucked out of your lungs, letting out an incredulous chuckle in defeat. “You’re right. I have no idea why I am wasting my time here.”

You bolted up from the bench, straightening your jacket as the last rays of sunlight lit up your silhouette. You stared at the colors of dusk, maybe the last time you saw them from this valued place of yours.

“Take care Sooyoung,” Your words barely made it through your choked throat, as you tried containing your tears. “Say hi to the girls from me.”

Each step you took away from her felt heavier and heavier. You couldn’t understand how only seconds ago you felt like her energy repelled you away, but now it felt like you were tied to a rope that she pulled against your strength. All your memories telling you to come back, that there was still something there to grasp upon, but your brain relieving the images of all you just witnessed was enough to power your walk, refusing to turn back.

With that, the last rays of sunlight caressed the sky as the sun hid behind the buildings at the other side of the lake. The sun took with it every ounce of might needed in Yves body to keep her from bawling her eyes out. As she buried her head in her hands trying to stop the outcome of tears from her eyes, and the flood of thoughts in her mind reprimanding every single one of her actions.

It didn’t take long for her to stand up and run behind your trail, the terror in her soul reminding her that it might be already too late to try and fix what she managed to break even more. It was the rush of adrenaline that managed to help her run across the entire length of the park to the only other place you could have gone. A rusty set of swings where you both shared a first slow dance a long time ago.

You found the place as cool for a photoshoot, blasting music on your phone to brighten the mood. A slow paced song managed to creep onto your upbeat playlist, but before you could change the song, Sooyoung had already put her hand on your shoulder, guiding your hand to her waist. You sang the lyrics almost as if you were singing them to her, as she gracefully led the dance. It was just a playful moment that would later come to haunt you both as you wondered if it may have been a sign of something more.

A deep sigh of relief escaped her mouth when she recognized your coated silhouette resting on the railing looking at the river. The set of swings still rusting it’s days away on your back.

“Y/N!” She choked as she approached you, making you spin around in your place. “Please, listen-”

“So now you want to talk?” Even if a part of you felt relieved that maybe she wanted to fix things with you, the rest of you felt conflicted. You already were building up the idea of a life without her, even if it broke your heart in an irreparable way.

“You- you don’t?” Yves halted her steps a few feet away from you after being slapped with your words.

“I wanted to Sooyoung.” Your body tensed up, your hands hiding away in the pockets of your coat. “And I wanted to talk for months. Months where you declined every single call, and then today… You made your message very clear.”

“How do you think I felt when I sat there in the cold waiting for you until midnight Y/n?” Yves cried back. “Until midnight!”

“I’ve already apologized for that-”

“You shoved me aside for your new famous friends.” Her volume escalated and for once you were grateful that the area of the park was mostly abandoned at that time. “I don’t know anything about you for months and suddenly I see your face on the news screaming about your new relationship! And I was supposed to keep believing I was your best friend?!”

“Maybe if only you had given me the opportunity to explain everything!” You took a few steps towards her, your eyes starting to sting as your hands, now free from your pockets,violently motioned . “I really thought you would understand, but I spent countless days and nights wondering what I had done wrong, what I made to hurt you so bad! I cried for days on end, I lost my voice Sooyoung. And for what?!”

“You… what?” Her mouth dropped open at your claims, making her drop her defensive stance.

“The last weeks of promotions were a torture! All because I couldn’t drill in my mind how I could have failed you so bad.” A tear managed to escape from your eyes, quickly falling down your cheek. “And to think I fatigued my eyes to sleep every night for someone who just decided to throw everything away!”

“But I always cared!” Yves defended herself. “I cared a lot.”

“Yeah sure,” You scoffed back. “I noticed.”

“I promised I would wait for you to tell you everything…” The knot in her throat tightened with each word she tried to get out. Her heart aching at the memories she tried hard repressing until this point. “But when the news broke out that- I was just so afraid!”

“Afraid of what? What did you want to tell me?” You walked even closer to her, now just a few inches apart as your heart ached at the sight of Sooyoung so broken and vulnerable.

She shook her head, unable to keep talking as her whole body trembled on time with her sobbing pants. Your hand reached for her chin, raising it up to meet her eyes.

“Why Sooyoung?” Tears were were choking your words already, “Why did you left-”

Her hands cooped your cheeks and pulled you aggressively towards her. Sooyoung crashed her lips against yours, taking you by surprise. But only a deep sight that filled your brain with her essence was necessary for you to melt into the kiss, your hands snaking around her waist. You boldly pulled her closer towards yourself, the force of the action smashing your back against the rail.

Hungrily, you continued getting drunk in each other’s taste, her arms surrounding your shoulders as she tried feeling you even closer. The harmonious dance continued until both your lungs started stinging from lack of air. Slowly distancing from each other, it was your eyes locking with hers that made Sooyoung realize the gravity of her actions.

“Oh gosh-” She jumped aback, covering her mouth with her hands. Tears once again sliding down her cheeks as she kept warily taking steps away from you. “I’m so sorry Y/n-

“Sooyoung-”

“I’m sorry.” She snapped around, sprinting to the opposite direction from where you were standing.

You watched dumbfounded at her silhouette moving away, your hand went up to your lips faintly longing the feeling of her lips against your, your chest raising up and down trying to even it’s breath, as your mind tried even harder on processing each second passing were Sooyoung was not by your side.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

If you struggled to get Sooyoung out of your mind before, You were condemned to rewind that moment again, and again and again. Endlessly for every day of your damned existence. Your hand often explored your lips, trying to relive the weight of hers against them, and there were moments you felt a chill traveling through your body when you could swear you smelled her perfume close to you. Sometimes you even wondered if that night really happened. But it did.

You came back into your dorm that night, and your members described you as a walking zombie. Expressionless, as if every step you had a chain attached to your ankles. Your leader quickly asked if you were okay, until she realized your smeared lipstick, the smudged eyeliner, your ragged hairstyle and your clothes tugged at all the exact places.

She didn’t even have to ask about it, your leader knew you enough to know who you had encountered, immediately taking you in her arms in a deep hug, before you cried your last entire night asleep.

But how do you convince your heart that it was all over when it’s always a kiss that marks the beginning of the happily ever after?

Another comeback was on the horizon, the beat of the new song rumbled through the mirrors in the practice room just like all those months before. But this time your eyes couldn’t stop glancing towards the door, afraid you would be missing the moment your best friend Sooyoung entered the room.

The choreography was fine, it was fun and catchy. But if you were being honest with yourself, it lacked that spark that Yves contributed the last time. It passed through your mind the day you made her promise to be contributing to your choreos from now on. A promise you didn’t imagine could be broken so soon, alongside all the others that lingered in between.

You had no problem filling up every single one of your positions and hitting every mark and every beat on time, but it wasn’t really amusing this time around. The music faded in the distance, claps around you filling the air breaking your daydreaming. The choreo was completely done. Only the last rehearsals before the recording of the video and the comeback was feeling closer with each day.

You thanked your choreographer and the dancers that aided everyone, leaving only your members and some of your managers in the group.

“Hey Y/n-Unnie!” The maknae of the group ran to you, with excitement pumping in every vein as she approached. A faint smile adorned your lips, grateful that her enthusiasm was very contagious. “I don’t mean to be noisy about anything, but I’m pretty sure I saw your girlfriend walking around the halls.”

“My- what?” Your eyes furrowed at her words.

“Well, your girlfriend. Wink, wink” She laughed at the self added sound effects to her actions. “No but really, I saw Somi-Unnie out there just a few moments ago.”

“But she never comes here…” You hesitated, as you grabbed a towel to clean up the sweat from the back of your neck.

“That’s why I’m telling you,” Your maknae rolled her eyes, “She’s not one to come just to stare at you with heart eyes like Sooy-”

Your maknae halted her words in time to avoid the name you both knew she was eventually going to let out. She looked like her body decided to stop knowing how to function as she stuttered and clumsily tried to keep the conversation going. But for her own relief, another one of your members came close to you.

“Hey Y/n, they’re calling for you at the door.” She announced, as the youngest member took advantage of the situation to fly away.

You snapped your head towards the door, a high executive gently waving his hand to you, signaling you to come close. You nodded back as you quickly put on some deodorant, your hoodie and finished by quickly sprinkling some perfume in yourself to mask the sweat odor off your body.

You approached him and bowed respectfully, with the man commanding you to follow him. The walk through your company’s building was eerily quiet, a trip up the elevator to the managing offices was either something extremely good, or not a good sign at all.

As the doors opened, you spotted the CEO’s office at the end of the corridor, swallowing hard. You walked along the man in the darkened corridor towards it, passing other offices that looked friendlier than the CEO’s. You only remember that office from when you and your group mates were called to sign your contract before officially debuting, but its grey walls and black chairs were not the first things that came to mind when asking for comfort.

The man opened the door to the office, letting you in first. The blinding white corporate light filled your eyes as you tried recognizing the figures inside of the office. The CEO, sitting on her chair behind her huge cluttered desk. And the slim, graceful figure sitting in front of it, who turned around to face you with a smile on her face, Somi.

You politely bowed at the CEO, who signaled you to take a seat aside Somi. You offered her a sweet smile and a quick hug while walking toward your seat. An awkward silence cramming the office.

“Good night Y/n, I sincerely hope this meeting doesn’t take long, I’ll make my case quick.” She tapped a few papers on the table, and put them aside, crossing her arms on top of the table to address you and Somi. “I first got to ask, how are you two doing?”

You looked at each other, something in your eyes begging the girl besides you to answer the question.

“We have been doing good, thanks for asking.” She politely answered and took your hand in hers as you offered a gentle nod back. You felt a knot in the back of your throat when the usual invasive thought of that night a month ago resurrected in full color.

“I’m glad to hear that.” She sat back on her chair, posing her hands on the armrest. “To go straight to the point, I’ve been talking with the Black Label’s team and they have agreed to everything that I’ll be saying to you today.”

Your mind listened attentively to her words, but a little voice kept nagging inside of you, recreating that night aside Yves.

“It has been ten months of this little affair in between you two. We are all proud that even in the forced situation, you have managed to establish at least a good friendship.” She motioned her hands towards you, “The publishing teams are satisfied with your work, and have agreed to cut the contract short as it no longer possesses significant importance in today’s media.”

Your breath halted at her words, trying to keep your entire attention at her instead of succumbing to your own thoughts.

“They believe a break-up could be a better source of publicity before launching both your firsts full albums, but they have decided to respect your decision towards this situation.” The CEO continued her speech. “We are going to respect you if you want to follow up this, or if you don’t. We’re going to leave you for a while so you can decide this.”

The man and the CEO walked out of the room, leaving you and Somi alone in the cold room.

“Somi-” You managed to whisper first.

“Look,” She laughed, easing the tension in lingering between you. “I love you Y/n, but you know, as a friend. We were never really a couple to start with.”

“Yeah” You scoffed back.

“And I also know you haven’t been able to get over her.” She continued in a more serious tone. The words made you snap your head towards her, but there was nothing to hide here.

Your mind started flowing with memories of those nights all across the last ten months, where you suddenly found yourself crying in Somi’s arms. You remembered that night when you started sharing secrets of who your real crushes were, spilling all the tea on your ongoing misadventures with Sooyoung. You never told her about the incident that happened a month ago, but something in the way she was looking at you gave away that she knew there was something bothering you more than usual.

Maybe neither of you were really eager at the idea of a relationship between you two, but between your very obviously staged public dates and those days where you had to take photos with each other or support at shows, a really cute friendship blossomed.

“Promise me you’ll try your best.” She broke your train of thoughts as she grabbed your hands on hers.

“My best to what?” You questioned.

“To go for who you really love.” She launched towards you, hugging you tightly. “This world is not easy on love, so you really have to be courageous to do it. And I know you are Y/n.”

“Thanks Somi…” You tightened the hug back when the door opened again to the CEO and the man carrying beverages.

They offered one to each one of you when you broke the embrace before sitting back on their respective chairs. The silence lingered a little too long for your liking, but something inside you was eager to let this end.

“So, do we have a decision?” She crossed her hands and rested her head on top of it, ready to listen to you.

Somi locked eyes on yours offering a gentle smile back, giving you the necessary strength to say the words that needed to be said, words that were going to make the publicity team very happy.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

"I'm not kidding, I'm feeling very sick guys" You mumbled from the last seat in the back of the car.

"You have been saying that for the last half hour on the road Y/n-Unnie," Your maknae turned around to make eye contact with you. "And I know that when you do feel sick you practically look like hell."

"It's just another variety show." Your leader reminded you from her seat. "Smile, wave and be professional just like I'm sure she will be."

Another month passed and you found yourself in the middle of promoting your new comeback, but this time, a full album. Promotions were obviously an unavoidable thing, but everyone casually forgot to mention that your group was going to promote on Fact-In-Star, the show where Yves worked as a co-host. You hadn't seen her since that night that keeps repeating in your mind. What little you knew about her was thanks to social media and you were just minutes away from looking at her face to face and having to pretend that everything was alright.

But maybe everything was alright for her. Maybe it was only you who wasn’t able to move on.

The van finally stopped in the parking lot of the venue as your heart accelerated, making your entire chest rumble. You got out of the car and clutched your arms around your leader’s arm as you walked towards the greenroom. The halls seemed cold as crew staff, writers and other people politely bowed as you passed through the halls, unaware of the internal whirlwind of emotions inside of you. The room was already visible within distance, thankful that there were no unfortunate awkward encounters as of yet, but you had spoken a second too soon.

Just as the rest of your members entered the room, you on the back with your leader, the sight of a recognizable face paralysed your senses. Chuu was casually coming out of a room a few doors away from yours, what you assumed was Yves dressing room. She looked around for someone, but her eyes turned as big as the moon the instant they locked on yours, only for her to rush back inside the dressing room she came just as you entered yours.

The quick encounter only made you even more agitated, since the girl’s reaction could only mean so little things. All of the options crammed your brain endlessly as you watched your members playing with the table games in the greenroom. Your survival mode kicked in as you waved hello to the vlogging camera that your maknae was shoving into everyone’s faces and in less time that you imagined, your group was being called to the filming set. You latched again to your leader’s arm, to which she just giggled and patted your head.

“Everything’s going to be okay Y/n,” She whispered as you traveled the halls together. “You have us now.”

You gently nodded as your eyes warily lifted from the floor, just in time to lock again with someone in a few steps. Kim Lip and Chuu were just hanging in Yves' dressing room, but differently from your earlier encounter with the latter, they both offered you a gentle, nervous smile, waving her hands towards you and your leader. She took upon herself waving her hand back, as you responded back with a mild smile and a bow while you kept walking.

The bright colored set opened before your eyes, with both Yves and the other MC already chatting with the director in the corner. You saw Sooyoung’s eyes scanning cautiously over her shoulder, her arms crossed with her hands hidden under her armpits, rocking her feet nervously in place.

“C’mon,” You felt your leader tugging you towards her, clearly sensing your uneasiness. “Let’s go say hi!”

Your fans and fansites all pulled up near the windows as you approached to greet them, it was only then that you dared moving away from your leader. You looked at the crowd cheering up on you with their lightsticks and bright smiles, and as you recognized some of your usual fansites you did cool poses for them.

But suddenly your own sight played you dirty, and the focus of your eyes shifted from the outside to your own reflection and the reflection of the set behind you. And not far behind, Sooyoung sat on her stool, staring straight at you with a delicate smile plastered on her lips, those lips you kept dreaming about every night.

Before you could even react, the crew was already asking for you to sit on your places, ready to start taping the show. Your members guided you to the middle seat at the back row, a gesture you thanked them for since it made you feel more secure that way. You made yourself as comfortable as possible, making an effort on avoiding the glances of that girl sitted a few feet away from you.

The director called action and the male MC started their usual speech, pumping up the audience that would eventually be at the other side of the camera. Yves also introduced herself and you took advantage of the moment to take a peek at the girl. Just as your leader told you before, and you knew it too, she was someone very professional, she didn’t seem faced at all.

You spotted Chuu and Kim Lip amongst the camera crew, attentively looking at their older member. It was when Yves finished her introduction that you noticed Chuu giving her thumbs up, as Kim gestured to her to breathe deeply. You snapped your head towards Sooyoung, who nervously nodded back to them, took a deep breath and then shuffled her cue cards.

The MC introduced your group and you all stood up to make the greeting. Maybe it was a defense mechanism, but as soon as you sat down again your mind blanked. You zoomed out of the moment, your brain muffling all the words being spoken and laughed at around you. Your brain only caught the occasional scattered words, but not enough to truly understand what was going on. You laughed when everyone laughed and nodded when everyone nodded, that was until your brain thankfully caught your name being thrown into the conversation by the male MC.

“Y/n! Since it seemed that you suffered the terrible consequences of going viral on your last comeback,” The statement got a laugh out of the entire room, as you turned your head around to make eye contact with him, your eyebrows rising exaggeratedly to prove you were paying attention. “Can you talk to us a little about your new choreography and what are your strengths as a group over it?”

“I wouldn’t call them terrible consequences!” You giggled, trying to ease the tension on your own body. Your eyes locked on Sooyoung’s who tried attentively to listen to you too. “On the contrary, I’m thankful that so many people liked our new style and appreciated the risks implied. If it wasn’t for the bold choices we made last time, we wouldn’t be here promoting a full album now!”

The room clapped at your words, as a smile was drawn on your lips.

“Was it hard to learn the choreography this time around?” The MC continued the questions towards you.

“Just a little, it definitely was easier than last time.” You chuckled, a far memory returning to your mind in the moment took over your mouth. “But well, we’ve had really good choreographers and dancers these past comebacks, it would have been impossible to make it this far without them.”

“I’m so glad to hear that, credit where credit’s due. And talking about credit…” The room tensed from corner to corner as everyone was anticipating the next words of the MC, as he turned his body around to face Yves. “You participated in the making of the choreography with them on the last comeback right?”

“That’s- that’s right.” Yves mumbled, a faint forced smile visible over her face.

“And did you help this time around?” He kept making the questions, making Yves visibly more uncomfortable with each one.

“No, I didn’t” Her response was dry, surprising the room. She cleared her throat and forced the smile back on her face. “There were… schedule issues.”

“Aw that’s too bad!” The MC tried salvaging the situation by upping the energy in his reactions. “But since you’re our dance machine, I say Y/n can teach you the point moves with no problem!”

Your breath halted at the suggestion, the eyes of the entire room now over you. You took a deep breath and repeated the words of your leader over and over in your brain: Be professional just like I'm sure she will be.

“Sure, I can do that.” All your members raised their eyebrows in surprise at your eagerness as you jumped out of your seat, and fixed your clothes as you walked towards the middle.

But it was Yves’ movements who seemed more hesitant as she carefully left her cue cards over her seat and warily approached the middle.

You walked her through all the point movements of the hook of your new comeback. You knew perfectly she wouldn’t take long to get them, if only you weren’t staring at each other’s lips every time you talked around the movements. The movements were powerful, never lacking a sprinkle of sensual charisma on them. For anyone looking at you two without context, the scene could have looked as luring each other to something more.

“I think you have them!” The MC tried easing the tension that could be cut with a plastic knife. “Play the music!”

Your comeback song started glaring across the megaphones in the studio. And just a glance was enough for you to coordinate your bodies perfectly. Hitting every count and movement with the power and grace necessary. It had been such a long time that you had forgotten how much of a good chemistry you shared with each other, especially over a dance floor.

The fragment came to an end, and in an adrenaline rush, you turned to offer Sooyoung a bright smile, as you fixed your hair. She smiled back at you, her cheeks slightly blushing at your image. For a moment it felt like everything was alright, like it was only you and your best friend and nothing else mattered.

“Wow!” The MC cheered as the room exploded in applause. “I’m going to be the first one to ask for your two to have a special stage together someday!”

We giggled at his comment as we went back to our places, riding the high of the moment. If only the MC didn’t decide to drag the moment all across the floor.

“I also believe Y/n is available!” He teased Yves, and in that moment you swear you heard a cosmic facepalm across everyone that knew your history. “Maybe Yves can throw her shot!”

The mood in the room darkened, Yves alarmingly snapped her eyes to her bandmates, both of them offering her nervous smiles and breathing motions. The MC noticed the dreadful tension in the room and swiftly moved to the next game.

You were thankful for your group mates, as they didn’t compel you to participate for the rest of the show, since you once again entered survival mode, trying to avoid Yves as much as possible.

It seemed like a mutual sentiment, with all the questions she made, directly aimed at your other members. You knew she had it worse in some way, you just had to stand there and smile and nod but she had to be a functional interacting human, pretending to be okay with your presence there.

It seemed like forever to you, but the taping finally got to an end. Your group thanked the crew and the MCs before heading back to the greenroom to gather your stuff back. And you sat there clutching your purse for dear life, ready to spring out of your seat when the managers arrived to get you to the dorms.

Your body bounced when a sudden knock at the door stopped the commotions inside the room, one of your members opened it, to reveal a crossed-arms Kim Lip and the usual cheery Chuu behind her.

“Can I please talk to you for a moment?” Kim Lip motioned your leader, who promptly stood up from her seat and left the room with the other two girls.

You didn’t understand what was taking so long, you just wished everything to be over. You got your phone out to play some games while you waited, but your brain was trying so hard to distract itself from the situation that you didn’t notice each and everyone of your members and staff leaving the room, until an unfamiliar silence crammed the room and lifted your eyes.

Your leader and Kim Lip stood there with their arms closed looking at you, the door was wide open behind them, Chuu peeking out from it.

“What is this about?” You questioned, getting up from your chair.

“How is it even possible that you both literally stop functioning correctly when the other is near?” Kim Lip reprimanded.

“What do you me-” You blinked slowly, trying to process her words.

“It’s childish and you both need to figure it out.” Your leader continued, you heard Sooyoung’s whines on the other side of the wall approaching, dawning on your mind exactly what they both meant. “And you’re going to figure it out now.”

“Please don’t, I really don’t want to do this!” You heard her voice coming even closer, just when Chuu pushed Sooyoung into the room with you, slamming it close behind her back. Silence filled the air while the only two people in the room couldn’t help but keep staring at each other for what seemed hours for both of you.

“Sooyoung…” You started, a sigh escaping your mouth when you accepted that this was happening one way or another

“Y/n…” She continued, imitating your stance.

“Let’s make this quick, I really want to get out of here.” You defended. “And for what I heard you don’t want to do this either.”

“It’s not that I don’t want to Y/n-” She crossed her arms defensively.

“Sooyoung, you literally just screamed that you didn’t want to do this.” You walked closer, your hands aggressively motioning towards her.

“I meant I didn’t want it to happen like this,” She warily moved closer to.

“How else were you planning for it to happen when we don’t even want to be looking at each other?” You furrowed your eyes, your head hurting from all the unreleased tension in your body. “I thought you didn’t even want to see me again.”

“Of course I wanted to,” Her hands fidgeted over her arms, “I just wanted to wait until this… thing faded away.”

“What thing?” You hesitated, genuinely curious at her words.

“You know, this thing that…” Her eyes locked on the floor, as she moved even closer to you. She took a deep breath releasing it all with a sigh, and gathered all the bravery available in her body to continue talking. “This thing that doesn’t allow me to forget that night, that it doesn’t let me forget how you lips felt against mine. Heck, it’s eating me on the inside and I know what I did was bad but I wish I felt even a bit remorseful, but I don’t.”

You glanced at her, the same posture you saw those months ago that afternoon in the park. She kept restraining her own thoughts, trying to contain the explosiveness for which you knew her very well. The silence following her confession crushed you both, her eyes painfully rising to meet your, silently begging for an answer.

“It was unexpected,” You cleared your throat, your tone flat as you tried to avoid her gaze now.

“I’m sorry if that made caused any trouble-”

“You don’t have to worry about it now,” You scoffed, trying to ease the friction in the air. “But you’re right, we should both wait for this thing to fade out. Maybe then we can try again.”

“We?” She furrowed her eyes at you.

“Yes, we.” You hid your hands in your pockets, shyly explaining. “We can’t have one of us still feeling the same way if we’re trying to get back our friendship.”

“Wait, you feel the same way?”

“Oh please-” You let your arms fall behind your sides, closing your eyes as you shook your head. “I have been thinking non-stop about that every day since it happened. There’s not a single day where I don’t think about you and your smile and your… stupidly good kiss and how much I want you to do that again.”

“But you and Somi-”

“Sooyoung c’mon! You really thought that was real!?” You raised your tone, incredulous. “It was all a PR stunt!”

“Well, how was I supposed to know if you don’t explain it to me?!” She replied in the same tone.

“How was I supposed to explain if you refused to answer my calls?!” You snapped back taking a step forward

“Are we really going to go through this again?!” She grunted, leaning in towards you.

“Apparently!” You growled.

You didn’t notice how or when exactly happened, but your bodies were so close to each other that your lips hovered hungrily above hers, not more than an inch away. You felt each other’s breath warm against the other’s cheeks, your eyes indecisively alternating between her lips and eyes. You both knew exactly what had to follow, you just had to confirm that the other wanted it as much. A necessity took up your will in a bolt of bravery as you dared to talk first.

“Finish this.” You urged. Your eyes latched on hers as you felt the rhythm in your heart accelerate, making your breathing heavier. “Or I’ll finish this myself.”

“Your turn.” She scoffed.

Your hands surrounded her waist, pulling Sooyoung to you as she quickly snaked her arms around your shoulders. Time stopped for both of you as your lips clashed in a starving exigency for each other. You felt your legs trembling, your stomach filled with butterflies as her hands lurked up, her fingers travelling through your hair with a mind of their own. A gasp escaped Sooyoung’s lips when you fiercely tightened your hands on her waist, pushing her against a wall in pure desire.

You recognized the flavor of her favorite sweet beverage in the taste of her lips, as a knot untied on your chest, warmth raiding every single cell in your body after you breathed her perfume and it didn’t feel prohibited. A cold drop of water caressing your cheek made you realize that Yves was tearing up. You gently broke the kiss, bringing one hand to clean up the falling droplets from the corner of her eyes.

“Are you okay Sooyoungie?” The mention of the cute pet name felt so pleasant to say as much as it felt delightful for Yves to hear it again, managing to get a delicate smile to her lips.

“Do you think this can work?” She gasped on your neck as she evened her breath. Her teary eyes looking hopeful for yours.

“We can try.” You smirked back to her, “As long as you answer my calls-”

“I hate you so much.” She sneered, pushing your chest with her hands, a playful grin, that first love smile that you missed so much emerging on her glowing face.

Her hands latched at the collar of your jacket, bringing you close to her once more, her lips hungrily capturing yours once again, dancing together between unavoidable smiles and glares full of promises that seemed possible again.

“Okay, I think we have given you both enough time so...” Lip’s voice ringing in the room as the door opened made you both jerk apart in surprise, paralyzing you in your place as you looked at the blonde innocently entering the room. But when her eyes locked on your intimate closeness against the wall, her eyes widened, clear panic starting to run through her veins as she sped up her speech, baking up her steps. “I’M GLAD YOU WORKED YOUR DIFFERENCES TELL ME WHEN YOU’RE READY TO GO HOME BYEEEE.”

The burst of laughter both of you in the room let out when you heard Kim Lip screeching on the other side of the wall just after closing the door again, was enough to dissipate what little tension was left between you and Sooyoung that could still exist. She lured your chin with her hand to face her again.

“I think they can wait a little more…” She snuck her hand to the back of your neck, caressing seductively. “Where were we?”

“You haven’t answered if you’re gonna answer my calls though.” You jokingly replied.

“Ah, why do I even bother.” She mumbled, with a big sigh escaping from her smile. Sooyoung used the hand on the back of your neck to bring you back to her, pecking your lips once more, ecstatic that now she was able to do that as much as she wanted.

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2021 fic retrospective

yeah I'll reveal the paper mask. if you reference the relevant fics in any way other than a 500 word essay about how great they are I'll block you. 11 fics, technically... 53k? ish? but about half of that was through cowriting (lol)

2/6

“I can’t stay” and other lies to tell, ORV, 2.5k

Han Sooyoung adjusts to post-epilogue life.

this one gave me such a huge headache... but I really like it! fulfilled my goal of having ysa punch out hsy (romantically) which is the only thing that matters. I love writing hsy and ysa but they're both smart and well-read in exactly the way I'm not so It's A Struggle. I have to put so so much effort into having like... one of those hollywood western sets. flat storefronts propped up to mimic the impression of a whole-ass town. that's me trying to write these gals.

2/21

a home to keep (out of reach), Kamen Rider W, 1k

While on the run from the museum, Wakana runs into Akiko.

oh the femslash life of writing an obscure ship from obscure(-ish) source material that aired over ten years ago. this has less than 20 kudos and I'm surprised I even hit that high. if I remember right I was in a mood of 'I need to write more gals and don't have specific ideas, someone give me some' and thankfully my friends obliged. Love You Buds!

2/27

being known, being loved, and other disasters you’ll never recover from, ORV, 2.5k

“Use your words” was supposed to be a thoughtless taunt; Kim Dokja wasn’t expecting to get a monologue.

this one's great. 10/10. utter genius. well actually I wish someone else wrote it and could dig into all of the complex ideas I couldn't quite grasp and it's terrible and I hate it. so it goes with this kinda thing. regardless, it 100% would not have been as good as it was (or wasn't?) if racher didn't let me call her at my 2am and talk with me for like two hours as I wailed and wept through the 4th scene. thanks racher <3

3/18

two sides, same coin, SVS3, 2k

With this, Mobei Jun can finally rest reassured that their relationship is plagued by no lingering ambiguity.

At all.

None whatsoever.

technically I wrote this fic last year and thought it was finished, but was struck by a brief bout of inspiration (and/or madness)

5/12

going nowhere // gone nowhere, Infinity Train, 23k

Two versions of a reunion without the train.

Side A: Ryan gets a call from the Parks and rushes back to Min-Gi.

Side B: Min-Gi doesn't get a call from Ryan but rushes to him anyway.

lmaaaoooooo I love cowriting fic. I have nothing but fondness for this one. if this fic were a living creature I would dote endlessly upon it. what started as a direct and targeted attack against lex got turned around on me and suddenly We Were Both In It... Together. 10/10, fantastic cowriting experience, lex expanded on a lot that I would've glossed over and really nailed a lot of solid vibes. I had a lot of fun breaking ryan's leg. speaking of, also big thanks to kly for the med reference (lol)

6/6

actually, that was a load-bearing wall, Persona 5, 2.3k

Makoto: Ryuji, how did you get injured? Is there anything we can do? Yusuke: He did not. Makoto: …Wait, why is Yusuke with you at the hospital?

sundry wrote all this, I just edited & spruced it up by making the texting segment look ✨phenomenal✨ (and after it was a prompt for me to write too, lol).

7/28

dreams not to keep, Infinity Train, 2.5k

Min-Gi has a weird stress dream about working at Dumpty's, one that is definitely meaningless and has nothing to do with complicated feelings that don't exist.

If I'm being transparent I had this vaguely drafted without any real intention of finishing it, then saw a dead dove fic in the tag that I found personally rancid, so I finished it out of spite just to bump it down. anyway I love dream sequences and psychological torment. this is a concept that was inspired by air and that I also drew to specifically antagonize lex (lol)

9/20

a door closed to light, Deltarune, 1k

There’s no good reason for Susie, of all people, to be barging into Noelle’s room. And it makes no sense why she’s the one who ends up doing it; Kris is the childhood friend—which makes them the obvious choice for a stupidly sappy rescue—and Ralsei’s like… basically one of those baby blankets, the kind with a dumb fluffy stuffed animal attached. So shouldn’t he jump at the chance to make friends or be a goody-goody or whatever?

I was actually visiting a friend when deltarune chapter 2 dropped and carved out time to finish it. I always knew noelle and susie would have more Solid Vibes when the game progressed, and I was right! the vibes are solid! thank you toby fox for being the number one lesbian ally that exists. but also since I was rushing so much I ended up missing a great opportunity for a joke and had to rush to change the ending (rip).

10/8

the unnamed ember that burns in your chest, SVS3, 1.5k

Mobei Jun takes a nap on Shang Qinghua’s bed and pines to a truly intolerable degree.

do you understand how agonizing it was for me to have a paper mask account that I wouldn't let myself reference at all AND YET I kept coming up with titles that absolutely slapped. are you kidding me. this was so goddamn romantic. fuck.

10/22

the rays of the protagonist’s golden halo don’t shine on us lowly side characters, so how about easing up on the collateral damage (you bastard), SVS3, 2k

Shang Qinghua and Shen Qingqiu have a fight after Mobei Jun gets injured while helping the protagonist (who, let’s be honest, would’ve been fine no matter what).

DO YOU UNDERSTAND. HOW AGONIZING IT WAS. FOR ME TO HAVE A PAPER MASK ACCOUNT I WOULDN'T LET MYSELF REFERENCE AT ALL. AND YET. I KEPT COMING UP WITH TITLES THAT ABSOLUTELY SLAPPED. I'm absolutely entranced by my own unrecognized genius. anyway this was fun I love writing petty squabbles and asshole friendships lol

12/30

as it turns out, dying isn’t the romantic gesture you might think it is, SVS3, 15k

Shang Qinghua wasn’t a protagonist. He was barely even a side character. The sum total of his dialogue never surpassed ten lines, which puts him just above cannon fodder. His death, sudden but not unexpected, was less than a paragraph in the epic of Luo Binghe:

The conspicuous absence of the man who could be considered Mobei Jun’s shadow was then explained to Luo Binghe. Just days ago, Shang Qinghua—whether by accident or a final act of loyalty—took a fatal blow meant for Mobei Jun. Scarcely did he have the time to draw a single breath before succumbing to poison potent enough to fell a great demon on the verge of becoming king.

In his previous life as a reader, Mobei Jun didn’t have any reason to pay him much attention.

Things are different now.

BLAH BLAH BLAH TITLES THAT ABSOLUTELY FUCKING SLAPPED YOU KNOW THE DRILL anyway this is literally the longest solo project I've written in years, usually you can't get me over 5k without my corpse being dragged by someone else. I'm a 2k oneshot kinda gal! I hate writing longform! it's so much work! so much effort! and yet! this fic drove me absolutely fucking bonkers and would not let me rest until it was exorcised. it has the most vibes per vibe out of all my fics. it's my magnum opus. and it's quarantined to paper mask account because if I ever acknowledge it, it becomes agonizingly obvious that nfsftlots was me going like 'haha so this is what I think a mo/shang roleswap would be. wait a second I could make them lesbians. wait a second I could make them lesbian ocs. wait a second I've written a novella.' anyway the last chapter of this fic was what I consider 8k of absolute madness. I'm spilling my guts here. I am relentlessly shaking your shoulder. can you even begin to understand what this story has done to me. I am narcissus at the pond absolutely enthralled by myself. this is the exact type of confession I love to read. you can make some pretty obvious parallels to how I'm acting now and a certain character in the fic and you'd be right to but you cannot mention this to my face.

#writing ramble #fic retrospective

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parkjiminiemouse · 3 years

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Reasons: Two

To say everyone was star struck by Hyunjin was an understatement, even Sooyoung was slightly star struck by him. Y/N's eyes scan the male up and down and she could easily see why people were throwing themselves at the male but she wasn’t gonna do the same. As much as she wanted to get over Jisung and push him to the back of her mind, she couldn’t. He was a part of her whether she liked it or not and at the moment, she hated it with all of her being and even though Hyunjin had taken a seat next to the female, her gaze on Jisung didn’t waver unlike Sooyoung’s.

At first the conversation was awkward as Y/N was a little bewildered at the sudden interaction. Out of everyone in the school, he chose her? Not to mention the video of her and Jisung blowing up not only at their school but also every school in the close proximity to theirs. Hyunjin must’ve heard about the video. Except, he hadn’t,coming from out of state he heard nothing about it. In a way, it comforted the female but it also made her feel as if her problem was so minuscule. But talking to Hyunjin was a nice change, for once she wasn’t being looked at with disgusted, judging, or even pitiful eyes. Now, she was just being looked at with kind eyes, eyes that belonged to the person who would turn out to be her first friend in months.

The female was apprehensive when it came to befriending Hyunjin. Why would someone pretty and popular like him want to be with someone that was an outcast? Despite knowing Hyunjin for a few minutes their interaction felt like hours. A part of her enjoyed having this type of conversation again but another part of her felt guilty. Shouldn’t she be having this type of interaction with her soulmate? Oh wait, her soulmate stabbed her in the back and then ran off with her enemy. Despite the interaction feeling long but joyous the bell rang and class soon began.

The female yawns and stretches as she gets up from her chair. The bell signaling the day was finally over had rang a few minutes prior and Y/N couldn’t help but feel a little giddy. Despite having nice conversations with Hyunjin in every class, she was exhausted and had work to do. So, she made her way to her locker only to find the one and only Han Jisung there.

Y/N stops in her tracks and her breathing starts to hitch as time feels like it’s slowing down. The last time Jisung had waited for her by her locker was when he broke her heart into a million pieces. Despite his sorries the damage had been done as the female was left on her own to recollect the scattered and broken pieces. Taking a deep yet shaky breath the female makes her way to her locker trying to put on the best confident and cool facade she can muster.

“Move.” She says, her voice less shaky than she imagined it would be. Han’s gaze quickly switched from the students rushing towards the school exits to the female standing in front of him. He looked angry, fists and jaws clenched and his usually soft brown eyes directing a hardened gaze to Y/N.

“What’s up with you and Hyunjin?” He asks, his voice colder than he wanted it to be. The tone of his voice made the female cringe a little before she pushes him to the side and grabs her stuff. “Why does it matter to you?” She asks, while opening her locker and grabbing some of her notebooks, “I thought you were fucking Sooyoung.” Y/N can’t help but add, hoping Jisung wouldn’t catch onto the jealousy burning inside of her. Luckily, he didn’t and instead rolled his eyes, a little too caught up in his own jealousy to notice the one seeping out of Y/N’s tone and body language as she slams her locker door shut and glares up at him. “Are you two dating?” He asks again while watching Hyunjin walk down the halls and make his way over to them both.

“Hey Y/N!” Hyunjin exclaims, some of his blonde hair tied back into a ponytail letting his facial features show off even more as the afternoon sunlight captured him in just the right way. “Hey Hyunjin.” Y/N says as she watches the males smile fade as he notices the way Jisung was seething. “Is there a problem here?” He asks before glaring at Jisung and pulling the female closer to him. This action almost made Jisung lose it as he then asked again, “Are you two dating?”

Hyunjin takes one glance at Y/N before focusing his gaze back on Han, “Yes.”

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katcadecascade · 3 years

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Waiting for These Eyes to Open (ORV oneshot)

*spoilers up to chapter 226

Summary:

He finds himself reaching the 73rd Demon Realm with an archangel, taking ownership of an industrial complex in Kim Dokja’s name, and confronting Asmodeus. Yoo Jonghyuk could not see himself ever doing this for anyone, mostly because no one else would get in this much trouble.

But for some reason he did this all. All to see Kim Dokja again. And that rat bastard is sleeping. This is all exhausting to think. Thankfully, there’s a chair nearby.

If given the chance, Yoo Jonghyuk would avoid the Demon Realm as much as possible. Ever since Kim Dokja became his companion, those chances were never in his sight.

After the confrontation with Asmodeus, an encounter that literally began fracturing Yoo Jonghyuk’s body, it took a while to recover and search for Kim Dokja.

That rat bastard was all the way over in the other Industrial Complex, a place using his name much to the annoyance of Yoo Jonghyuk. Then to top it off, Kim Dokja wasn’t even awake when he finally found him.

In the back room of a clock workshop, Kim Dokja is lying in a spare bed covered in story packs. The sight almost makes Yoo Jonghyuk wince. He is not an expert at story packs but he knows it will be disastrous if a story or more are not compatible with the patient.

The woman treating him, Aileen Makerfield, was hesitant and wary about letting Yoo Jonghyuk see the patient while she injects the day’s dose of story.

“Kim Dokja told me to let him die for an hour,” she grumbled. Her steady hands carefully wrapped new bandages around an arm. Story fragments, sentences really, had spilled out from an open gash. “Now he needs sleep for days.”

It’s not often Yoo Jonghyuk stays by someone’s side when they’re recovering. It almost feels like a clique to be sitting by a sleeping Kim Dokja.

Actually, it feels utterly strange to see Kim Dokja with his eyes closed for more than two seconds.

The last time he watched Kim Dokja close his eyes is when he first became the Demon King of Salvation and died in Yoo Jonghyuk’s arms.

Yoo Jonghyuk is not sure if he feels relief to see Kim Dokja’s current state. The sickly paleness, the various tubes injected into his veins, the heartbeat monitory is louder than the little breaths Kim Dokja takes in. He can barely see the slow rise and fall of his chest, the only movement of the sleeping man.

It’s eerily to see his eyes shut when Yoo Jonghyuk expects those long eyelashes to flutter and see the vast emotions play out in Kim Dokja’s dark eyes.

So far, nothing in his three regression rounds compare to Kim Dokja’s eyes. It’s filled with something Yoo Jonghyuk cannot describe.

“At first I thought he was a smart man, a hero even.”

He nearly forgot Aileen was still here. She’s adjusting the placements of story pack but her attention flickers to him.

“Then he begins to do crazy, risky plans,” Aileen said in a tone of a disapproving mother. “Kim Dokja did it all with cool composure.”

“That is Kim Dokja,” Yoo Jonghyuk confirmed.

Aileen shook her head, “He wasn’t like that when the other Demon King entered the realm.”

Yoo Jonghyuk excused, “It was Asmodeus.”

She raised an eyebrow and in that moment, Aileen looked too similar to Han Sooyoung as she continued, “He was frantic, desperately needed to get to the Gilobat Industrial Complex. I think he even tried to bargain with the constellations too before he decided on this plan.”

He refuses to break eye contact and defiantly says, “All his plans involve him dying.”

That gets Aileen gob smacked, squinting at him and then to her patient. She’s acting as if they’re both madmen and honestly that cannot be blamed.

While the story expert is caught off guard, Yoo Jonghyuk returns to staring at Kim Dokja, remembering all the times he sacrificed himself for the party.

It’s frustratingly an occurring pattern. This man does the same thing over and over again and expects the results to be the same.

Kim Dokja expects his friends to be alive and yes, he’s accurate on that part but it is Yoo Jonghyuk who has to deal with the aftermath.

Those individuals have all soften their emotions for this one man who has left them behind with the measly promise of his return. Annoyingly, they wait.

Yoo Jonghyuk, on the other hand, is impatient.

And so he finds himself reaching the 73rd Demon Realm with an archangel, a terrible idea; taking ownership of an industrial complex in Kim Dokja’s name, because Kim Dokja is not the only one who steals names; and confronting Asmodues, the reason Yoo Jonghyuk regressed into the third round.

Yoo Jonghyuk could not see himself ever doing this for anyone, mostly because no one else would get in this much trouble. But for some reason he did this all.

All to see Kim Dokja again.

And that rat bastard is sleeping.

This is all exhausting to think. Thankfully, there’s a chair nearby.

“He’s not waking up soon,” Aileen has gather up her tools and prepares to leave, “Are you sure you want to stay?”

Without hesitation, Yoo Jonghyuk nods.

“I’ll get you some tea,” she offers with a smile. “Keep an eye on him.”

As she leaves, Yoo Jonghyuk feels impulsive.

The stillness and paleness in Kim Dokja’s face has been bothering him since he entered the room. Now with no audience, aside from the constellations unfortunately, Yoo Jonghyuk hovers a hand over Kim Dokja.

He ignores the slight shake in his hand right before his fingers touch the softness of Kim Dokja’s cheeks. Yoo Jonghyuk expected the skin to feel clammy or cold, instead the unconscious man is warm.

A tiny part of Yoo Jonghyuk relaxes, more so when he begins to trace shapeless figures between the edge of Kim Dokja’s closed eyes and his chin. He carefully pinches a stray eyelash and Yoo Jonghyuk freezes when the eye moves underneath its lid.

Then awkwardly, Yoo Jonghyuk retracts his hand when the sleeping eyes flutter open. For a moment, his heart stops beating as Kim Dokja tilts his head, slowly blinking as the corner of his pink lips form a small smile.

“My protagonist,” Kim Dokja breathes softly, as if painting on silk.

Yoo Jonghyuk ignores the weird noise his throat makes and quickly examines Kim Dokja. He spots the story pack Aileen was securing into the canteen.

It’s labeled Vulnerability of a Cursed Dreamer.

A memory pops up in Yoo Jonghyuk’s brain. It’s of Yoo Mia demanding him to read her a bed time story. It was Sleeping Beauty.

“Shut your mouth Kim Dokja.”

Doing the opposite, he continued, “My Supreme King.”

“Kim Dokja,” he warns lowly.

A tiny huff of air exits Kim Dokja, barely qualifying as a laugh as he says, “My Yoo Jonghyuk.”

Those words tug onto something inside Yoo Jonghyuk. The tone of voice alone shakes Yoo Jonghyuk’s core because has never heard his name spoken with so much tenderness.

Still surprising him, Kim Dokja awed, “You’re not dead.”

“Bastard, you don’t get to say that,” Yoo Jonghyuk instantly shot.

A hot boiling frustration always stews inside him, reserved to those deserving of his fury. His rage is snuffed when Kim Dokja’s smile brightens.

The frustration is back when Kim Dokja attempts to sit up.

“Don’t get up,” he orders, placing a hand at Kim Dokja’s collarbone.

Yoo Jonghyuk is too familiar with feeling the skin here, where he can easily slide up to grasp the neck. This is a new body so there is no evidence of times where he gripped Kim Dokja by the neck and tossed him into oblivion.

This time though, Yoo Jonghyuk secures Kim Dokja in place, making sure he won’t die here.

“I’m happy that you didn’t regress.”

“Of course you are.”

The last time he thought about regressing was at the eighth scenario, the Ultimate Sacrifice. It was the ultimatum and it made sense for him to regress up until Kim Dokja convinced him not to. Kim Dokja had said that this world line should be worth protecting.

He once believed early on, if he regresses, there could be a better chance in the next round. Even now after Kim Dokja’s talk, Yoo Jonghyuk had the thought that maybe he could use the knowledge in this round and be better in the fourth round.

Maybe Yoo Jonghyuk can stop Kim Dokja from dying so much in the fourth round.

Kim Dokja interrupts his thoughts, as he always does, and gives off the suspicious that he can actually read Yoo Jonghyuk’s mind.

“I don’t know what will happen to me if you regress.”

He blinks. Remaining calm, Yoo Jonghyuk states, “You were in the next subway car.”

Kim Dokja shakes his head, it jostles a story pack on his shoulder and Yoo Jonghyuk reaches over to secure it back on.

“It’s not that simple, it can’t be. It is never simple for me.” A cloudy gaze goes over his eyes, full of something Yoo Jonghyuk wants to describe but cannot for the life of him. Mirroring that desperation, Kim Dokja frowns, “I want this. I want to reach the end of this story.”

“You’re not making sense.”

“Would you leave me, Yoo Jonghyuk?”

It’s an unexpected question and yet this has been asked before.

Lee Seolhwa, his wife in the previous regression round, worried about his attribute.

Both she and Kim Dokja wondered about his mindset, as if regressing was a drug he’s addicted to and not a necessary last resort.

Previously, he wondered why Lee Seolhwa asked because by the next round she had forgotten who he was. Hell, she poisoned him in this round because he was careless around someone who became important to him.

Now applying that situation with Kim Dokja is a headache.

“…a regression without you sounds tempting.”

“Be honest.”

Again, Yoo Jonghyuk cannot read the emotion in Kim Dokja’ eyes. If he had to guess there is a bit of terror but that should be preposterous. Never before has Kim Dokja ever been scared of him.

Yet, Yoo Jonghyuk has an ache in his chest at the idea of Kim Dokja in fear. Be it fear of Yoo Jonghyuk or for him, it is an uneasy feeling.

It truly means that Kim Dokja puts so much trust into Yoo Jonghyuk.

He’s used to this responsibility, ignores it mostly because it is from the masses and feels its weight in his bones. But it is different coming from Kim Dokja.

Kim Dokja who knows him and his future, who knows the depths of Yoo Jonghyuk and the rest of the party. Kim Dokja who became a constellation, became a Demon King, and became Yoo Jonghyuk’s companion.

In life and death, Yoo Jonghyuk cannot imagine ever leaving Kim Dokja’s side.

With raw honesty, Yoo Jonghyuk says, “If there is a chance that I will lose you, I will not regress Kim Dokja.”

“Yoo Jonghyuk,” he smiles so sweet, “you’re a cool protagonist.”

He sucks in a sharp breath of air, not becomes this is touching but because Yoo Jonghyuk is keeping together his restraint to not throttle Kim Dokja’s neck.

It is very tempting due to how stupid Kim Dokja is.

Yoo Jonghyuk pinches the bridge of his nose, composing himself into civility. It is a tall order when it comes to moments like this. He places his hands on his lap to berate this idiot when something catches his eyes.

The story pack on Kim Dokja’ shoulder. It is labeled Loose Cognition of a Bad Luck Charm.

Does that mean…

He blinks a few times, processing and in that silence, Kim Dokja has closed his eyes and breaths slowly.

Sighing, Yoo Jonghyuk strokes hair away from Kim Dokja’s face. “Sleep and forget this conversation.”

For the next two peaceful days, Yoo Jonghyuk waits for his companion to walk up. He is half-worried if Kim Dokja remembers what they discussed. His paranoia is for naught at the end of the week when he meets Kim Dokja’s eyes.

They are wide and shocked and happy and if Yoo Jonghyuk could read his mind, he’d bet Kim Dokja is thinking, ‘You are alive.’

Bastard, Yoo Jonghyuk thinks as they catch up and at the end of it, he tells him, “Let’s go back to Earth, Kim Dokja.”

#my fic #yoo jonghyuk #kim dokja #orv fic #orv #omniscient reader's viewpoint #dokhyuk

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omyeol · 5 years

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defining colors - i | bbh

word counts: 4,100++

genre: angst, fluff

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Red.

Red was a fascinating color. Usually, it was used to describe boldness or passion. Red never failed to stand out brightly among the other colors. Wear something red, and you would be noticed. A red dress was mostly seen as something alluring and passionate and red lips was the scene-stealer. Red on the lips was never failed to make someone lose their focus temporarily. Wear red lipstick and someone’s eyes would trail down from your eyes to your lips as you talked, watching the way your lips fascinatingly.

Red was something you liked to associate with passion. Red was that one color that you always used very carefully, not wanting to lose its meaning to you by using it often.

But for once, red didn’t ooze off its correct meaning to you. The red that stained your fingers and on your hand towel caused shivers to run down your spine. It was the blood red, meaning weakness. A lump formed in your throat at the realization, your shaky hands punctuating your own weakness. Your gaze couldn’t be torn away from the blood red on your hand towel, a small part inside of you already trying to point a finger to find whose fault it was this time.

It’s you. It’s your own fault this time, that small part inside of you told yourself.

“My God.” Someone sounded exasperated enough it caught your attention. Blinking your eyes to pull yourself out from your overworked brain, you looked up and realized that it was your own friend who sounded exasperated. The frown and the turned-down lips were signs that she was irritated by the sight of blood on your hands.

You watched with curiosity brewing inside as she moved towards you, grabbing a hold of your hand—the one with a hand towel on it—and pressing the towel onto your nose. That was when you fully realized that you were having a nosebleed. Relief rushed through you at the late realization.

“Stay there.”

You stayed where you sat, leaning on the back of the chair leisurely and waited until your friend came back from the kitchen with an ice pack for you. You had a perfect view of the Han river, you realized. The couch was facing the floor-to-ceiling window and it was the exact time for the sunset. Enjoying this perfect view with a can of cold beer would be perfect.

A hand was tugging at your wrist and an ice pack was put on your nose pulled you from the trance. Gazing up, it was Sooyoung who pulled your hand back and put the ice pack on your nose. Flashing her a small, grateful smile, she sighed and sat on the far end of the couch.

“Thank you, Sooyoung,” you spoke as you kept the ice pack on your nose and examined the hand towel on your other hand. “I actually thought I messed up my hand, you know? Thank God it’s just a nosebleed.” Realizing the mood in the room had slightly gone down a little bit, you tried to let out a short laugh—even though it ended up sounding like you were strangled.

“Yeah, it’s just a nosebleed, you know? It’s only your nose, right? It’s not like you need to breathe or something.” Turning your gaze away from the scenic view to your friend, you realized that Sooyoung looked like she had a lot to say. “You do realize you’re driving yourself to an early death, don’t you?”

You sighed. You should have seen this coming, honestly. Every time you met up with Sooyoung these days, she would mention how you’re driving yourself to an early death. You knew. Gosh, you knew it yourself.

“That’s the second time this month,” you mentioned with a sigh, annoyed because it felt like your nose was clogged or something. The cold, numbing feeling on your nose also made you feel weird.

“I’m just saying, you know.” You leaned your head back at the back of the couch. “I’m the one going to the nerd school but you’re the one driving to an early death. It’s supposed to be the other way.” Grimacing at the words she said, you tried to control the bubbling annoyance within you. The nerd school. Right.

“Old habits die hard, I guess.” The words came out weak as if you had lost any battle within yourself that kept going on for so long. You knew it was not finished, though, but sometimes you felt like it was and you ended up questioning the things you did all this time.

Sooyoung didn’t say anything else, but you still could feel her eyes on you, watching your face and trying to figure out what you’re thinking. It should’ve made you squirm. It would make someone else squirm, you knew that but it was Sooyoung and you had known her for so long that her antics didn’t even surprise you anymore.

The same couldn’t be said for her, though. The memory of you and Sooyoung sitting in one of the private rooms in a high-end restaurant last year flashed in your mind. Sooyoung was already quite tipsy when she told you how even after all this time, she could never really figure you out. Your stomach twisted painfully at the memory.

“Are you meeting anyone after this or going straight home?” She asked, finally tearing her gaze away from you. At her question, you became conscious over the unread text that you got from your mother just earlier this morning.

“I’m going straight home.” For a day, you just wanted to enjoy being off the grid. Well, not completely, but it was always nice to be alone in your apartment and just not touch your phone. Besides, it wasn’t like anyone besides your mother would try to keep up with you. Both of your brothers were busy with their own things and they could just drop by your place if they needed something from you.

“Good, good. You better get some proper rest, okay? We all know you won’t be getting any of that once the new semester starts next month.” You just smiled at her words. “Let me know if you need anything, okay? I’m just a call away.” She might be a call away, but she had her schedule full with so many things. Her class schedule, her job, and her boyfriend that you had never met before.

But for her peace of mind, you nodded anyway and told her not to worry.

On your way back to the apartment, you made a stop by the supermarket. It was easier to do grocery shopping now while you were still outside and before your mood was gone. Besides, the sight of all the food in the snack aisle managed to lift up your mood, too. While it was hard to decide which snack you should buy, you welcomed the process of decision making in your head that was for once not school related. After all the whirlwind that was your summer break, this was relaxing, somehow.

You were just driving out of the parking lot when the first call came in. Kim Junmyeon. Answering the call, your older brother’s voice filled in the quietness in your car.

“You arrived home yet?” It was a regular check-up thing that he did whenever you arrived from New York. It was nice that he gave you a little bit of room and time to breathe before he called. Although you both didn’t even live in the same country anymore, you’d think he was still the only one in the family who understood you the most.

“I landed about three hours ago, and I just got back from Sooyoung’s and did some grocery shopping too,” you answered as you made a right turn. Junmyeon let out a hum at your answer. “Where are you now? The office?” You earned a laugh this time, causing you to jut lower lip out into a pout.

“Yah, it’s Saturday. Why would I be at the office?” The clogs in your brain worked, trying to make you remember what day it was. Right, so it was still Saturday at where he was.

“Oh, right…” you mumbled and let out a chuckle out of sheer embarrassment. “Uh, can you call again later?”

“Sure, sure. I’ll let you go now.” After exchanging goodbyes with him, you hung up the call, feeling perfectly content with only hearing the faint sounds of the radio in your car. The volume had turned to low because you only needed it as the background noise. As something to keep your mind stayed within the line you had previously drawn yourself. It was proven hard, though, because the scenery out there was pretty much the same to what you had been seeing in the past month. Only this was less crowded, but pretty much the same.

You’d think of how it was if you lived in the countryside. Somewhere so far from the hustle bustle of the big city. Somewhere your family wouldn’t expect you to live. It might be nice, and the thought was refreshing enough that it brought a little smile on your face. You imagined how your brothers would respond to that—how Junmyeon would whine and insult (in a brotherly way) your choice of living meanwhile Minseok would praise you and probably visit every now and then because the simple living suited him too.

It would be hilarious, living somewhere out of reach from everyone. It would be a move that no one would ever expect from you—from Minseok, probably—and it would just be funny seeing other people’s reaction to it. It would be nice, though, if you really had the guts to do it.

The guts you had only took you so far to live in the old, hand-me-down apartment from your late father—although the apartment wasn’t actually old, after some renovations here and there, of course. While you were hoping that you could take a bigger step than this, it was still enough for you (for the moment, at least). You were grateful for the impulsive decision that you made back then, even though living alone could be quite lonely to you.

The only things (and people) that could keep you company were mostly your Netflix and the two guys who were only a phone call away and liked to act as your bodyguard—they clearly weren’t, though. A ‘phone call away’ was literally meant just that because they could just come over bearing snacks (and alcohol, too, sometimes if there was a request) whenever you called them to.

“You just want us to help you clean up your place, right?” The first guy, Chanyeol, spoke up as soon as you opened up your front door and let him in your apartment. There wasn’t a spike in his words, though. It was laced with amusement as if he had expected this to happen.

“As long as you buy us food, it’s fine, though.” Sehun, who stood behind Chanyeol, popped in. You just chuckled at their words and stepped aside to let them in. The two guys were frequent guests in your apartment, so you didn’t need to wait around for them because you knew they’d follow you to the living room.

With the two of them occupied the couch in the living room, the apartment didn’t feel quite as lonely as it was before. Chanyeol and Sehun talked enough for the three of you and the music (that Chanyeol played from his playlist) that blasted softly through the Bluetooth speaker was also enough to drown your thoughts away as you cleaned.

“I’ll clean my bedroom, okay?” The guys only responded with hums and with that, you left them to their devices in the living room. You trusted them enough to help you clean and you knew they wouldn’t let you down, especially with the promise of food. Besides, it wasn’t the first time this happened too.

There was a system when it came to cleaning your room. The system consisted of you tying your hair up and wearing the loosest shirt you could ever find in your closet and playing a podcast from Spotify on speakerphone. It was a system that had worked for quite a long time.

The system, this time, was interrupted by a string of email notifications from your mother. A string of e-mail that you hadn’t even bothered to read since you left New York City two weeks ago. The amount of unread email wasn’t that many back then, and you were quite busy with the excitement of meeting up with Junmyeon and spending the last weeks of your summer break with him.

But this time as you sat on the edge of your bed with nothing to look forward too, you realized you couldn’t brush them off any longer. With a sigh, you opened up your email app and gulped at the seven unread emails from your mother.

(You also cursed to yourself at your mother’s inability to act like the usual mother who texted their kids rather than sent them freaking e-mail).

The first few emails were her usual nagging. Telling you to send her pictures from your break in LA with Junmyeon and to let her know when you landed in South Korea. You did neither of them because you knew she might have found out what you were doing in LA from Junmyeon’s posts on Instagram, so you quickly scrolled down to the others.

The recent ones, though, were the ones that you regretted opening it in the first place.

My lovely daughter,

I hope you find this email just fine.

I just want to let you know that I have found a man suited to you. He is the son of your father’s colleague and studying at Korea Univ too. Here is attached his full profile so you can get to know him. Expect a text or call from him within the week and date within this month.

Have fun on your date and good luck with your studies.

It seemed like your mother had the template ready for this kind of emails. It was because this was definitely not the first time you received similar emails from your mother. It felt like she got the template ready and only had to input different info and profile when the time came. It made you feel sick.

Annoyance and anger were the two emotions that you could feel so strongly once you read the email once more. It felt like a lump grew in your throat and you had trouble swallowing it (along with your bubbling anger) down. The feeling was familiar, for it wasn’t the first time, but it still irked you to the bone. She had pushed you too far this time and maybe it was time for you to do something—that you weren’t sure of doing back then, but this time it seemed like you had no choice.

Maybe… Maybe it was the right time to actually fight back.

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The quaint cafe was quite empty as you pushed the door open, the little bell above the door ringing through the room. The young girl behind the counter looked up and smiled at you as you stepped in, her gesture telling you that she was ready to move behind the cashier machine and take your order. You just flashed her a small smile and a faint shake of the head though, and then shifted your gaze away to the man sitting by himself on the table in the corner of the room.

Your eldest brother, Minseok, stared at you as if you had grown double heads as you walked towards where he was sitting. Just like every time you met up with him, he chose the table in the corner of the room. The two paper cups and the strawberry cake in the middle of the table and the gummy smile he’s sporting made you pick up your pace.

“You’re dressed up,” he stated as he hugged you in greeting. “You’re not usually this dressed up to see me.” You couldn’t help but chuckle at his words and the teasing smile across his face. It was true, though. The both of you were never dressed up when meeting each other. So, yeah, you kind of figured he would be questioning you when you dressed up to the nines like this.

“I’m meeting someone later.” A playful smile bloomed across your face as you sat across the table from Minseok. Those words were not unfamiliar to his ears, you knew. In the previous dates, he was your rescuer when things got a bit too overwhelming and bad for you.

“Should I have my phone on standby tonight, then?” You chuckled and shook your head, taking a sip from the paper cup in front of you that you predicted to be hot cappuccino—you were right.

“I’m gonna be fine,” you tried to reassure him—and yourself too. “I’m meeting with Sooyoung and her boyfriend and their friend. So, it should be fine.” Minseok looked like he still wasn’t convinced, so you had to do more. “I’ll text you once I meet the guy and arrive home, okay? I’ll even call you when I’m on my way back. Is that enough?” Then he finally nodded.

You spent quite a bit of time with Minseok, the two of you catching up with what each other had done during the summer break. As usual and as expected of Minseok, he spent his summer break working and searching for a school to pursue his doctoral degree. He dated, on the side too. You didn’t where he had all that time and how he managed it, but you had always been so amazed by (and proud of) your eldest sibling.

Although the two of you weren’t as close in the past as you were now, you were glad that you managed to be closer with him now that you lived in Seoul. After all, it was always nice to have a familiar face around you.

“I think I’ll leave now,” you informed your brother once you glanced at the digital clock on your phone, signaling you that you only had thirty minutes before your meeting with Sooyoung and the others. Taking one last sip of your coffee, both of you stood up from your seats.

“Don’t forget to let me know about the date, okay?” Both of you shared a brief hug before he finally let you go to do your last plan for the day.

Throughout the drive to the restaurant where you’re meeting Sooyoung and the others, you couldn’t help but notice how hard your heart was beating against your chest. It beat hard and fast as if it was following a beat of a drum somewhere. It also felt like there was a loud ringing in your ears that it almost distracted you from your own plan. You couldn’t be distracted, though. In order for tonight to go smoothly, your head had to be clear and to reach that, you spent about five minutes in your parked car to take deep breaths and calm yourself. A little bit of pep talk could work like a charm, too.

Once you took one last deep breath, you made up your mind to finally get out of your car and walk into the restaurant. The sound of the heels of your shoes against the wooden floor was what you focused as you kept your head held high, a subtle hint of a smile playing loosely on your face. The restaurant was pretty crowded—it’s dinner time, anyway—but you could still spot your friend easily.

Too easily, in fact. The dark red dress Sooyoung was wearing and the red coating her lips were the ones you spotted first. The man with a white button-up shirt sitting next to her was the one you noticed next. How they acted around each other—the way Sooyoung holding the hand tightly in her hands—felt like they were wrapped in a bubble. They were so wrapped around each other and you were sure Sooyoung wouldn’t notice you at all if you didn’t clear your throat once you approached their table.

As if pulled back from a trance, Sooyoung broke her gaze from the man next to her and shifted her body and her gaze to face you. A wide smile bloomed on her face when she recognized you.

“You’re finally here!” She exclaimed in greeting, catching the attention both of the men sitting in our table. You just nodded and widened your smile, hoping that it could show her the same enthusiasm that she felt. She stood up and hugged you briefly before ushering you to sit across her.

It was a round of introduction that happened next. You were finally introduced to Kim Jongdae, the man that you knew to be dating your friend but never saw him before, despite your numerous visit to his apartment—that Sooyoung liked to stay in. From the way he dressed, you knew he was rich and you had a slight inkling that maybe, just maybe Sooyoung didn’t only date him. Some perks might or might not come with it, too.

Finally, finally, Sooyoung introduced you to the man sitting next to you. You were sure that he had his attention on his phone before, but now that Sooyoung finally introduced the both of you, he had his attention on you. Turning your head to face him, you opted to keep your smile small and polite. It was important not to show him that you were too eager to meet him. To hold the attention you had already gotten from him, you had to show him that you were delighted to be there, but not that much interested.

Although, you had to admit that it was pretty hard to do so.

Byun Baekhyun looked so much better in the flesh than it was in the picture before. If you saw him in the picture, the first thing that could possibly cross your mind would be how young and inexperienced he looked ruling his own family business. In the picture, he looked relatively small compared to the business he’s running. People would think that he was nothing but a chaebol trying to run his own family business but failing to do so.

But in real life, it seemed like he had the purpose to prove everyone wrong. His faded blond hair might prove you different, creating him a look like he was some college student, not twenty-eight years old with dozens of achievements and a sharp brain and charming smile that made him look like he was meant to be in his position, like he was meant to sit next to you and charm the hell out of you tonight.

The way Baekhyun engaged in the conversation between the four of you was nice. He even managed to crack a few jokes here and there to keep the atmosphere light around you. It was nice enough that it made you sneak a few glances in his direction when he managed to make you chuckle with his words. It was nice enough that you couldn’t wait until it was time for all of you to move to the bar. You knew you couldn’t say what you had planned to with Sooyoung and his boyfriend still here.

“So, should we move to the bar now?” You held the urge to let out a sigh in relief when Baekhyun said that. A chorus of agreement later, Baekhyun paid for the dinner bill and the four of you got up from your seats.

Letting Sooyoung and his brother walk first, you smoothed down your dress and fished out your phone from your clutch to send Minseok a message.

It’s all fine. I’m going home now.

Once the message was sent, you locked your phone and placed it back in your clutch.

“I don’t peg you to be the kind of person who lies.” You shouldn’t be surprised that he managed to see the text you just sent, but you still did. Turning your face a bit to see him, you just smiled.

“It’s my brother. He worries way too much sometimes.” Both of you walked side by side until you were all outside the restaurant. Sooyoung and Jongdae were waiting for you outside. Once they both saw you and Baekhyun, they didn’t say another word and led the way to the bar.

“I understand why he worries, though.” You raised your eyebrows at his words. “How can he not? When you’re out and about in the city, looking so beautiful like this.” A chuckle slipped out of your mouth at his words. Flattery seemed to be his way of keeping your attention on him, and you realized that this was going to be fun. There was no doubt that you could have a lot of fun with this, especially with the plans you had already made for him.

#defining colors #baekhyun fic #baekhyun fan fiction #baekhyun fluff #baekhyun angst #baekhyun x reader #baekhyun scenario #exo fic #exo fan fiction #exo fluff #exo angst #exo x reader #exo x scenario #IT'S FINALLY OUT MY GOSHH #please please let me know what you think about it!

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bluehhj · 5 years

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listen to me — chapter 44

LISTEN TO ME — 0044

listen to me masterlist;

WORDS: 2.3K

a/n: ok so i'll leave the notes here in the beginning so i can wish happy bday to the most beautiful and precious angel and sunshine of this world, kim seungmin! have an amazing bday bby, i wish u all the best! happy seungmin day!!

see u guys there in the end!!

Yeji uncapped a pen right after crossing her legs and resting a small notepad on her thigh. "Let's start at the beginning," she said, taking advantage of the silence and too much attention the group was paying to her investigation. "Han Jisung. Which of you had the most contact with him yesterday?"

"We talked in the morning and in the late afternoon," answered Hyoyeon. By this point, they were all gathered in an almost perfect circle. Perhaps the reception wasn't the best place to discuss, but, given the time and the fact that Yeji had a certain intimacy with most, though not in a positive way, allowed the exception. "It's hard to spend a lot of time with Jisung, he's always busy with college and work."

"Were there any mood swings both times you talked to him?"

"Well... He's naturally annoyed, but let's say at night he's more flexible than when he just woke up."

"Didn't the friends notice anything different?"

Hyunjin was the first to deny it. "He was normal."

"What about Jinah?" Yeji looked up after making a short note and examined the faces of each present. "Aren't her parents here?"

"They live in the countryside," Chan replied. He had been summoned back to the reception, which prevented him from continuing to observe Choi's surgery. If it was frustrating on the one hand, he could almost feel grateful on the other, since the feeling that he couldn't do anything behind a glass wall was a thousand times worse. "We'd rather call when dawn breaks so as not to scare them at this hour."

"How did Jinah behave during the day?"

Jade bit her bottom lip. "She looked apprehensive, but I think she was only nervous about the dinner."

"What dinner?"

"Last night's dinner where she would talk to Jisung's mom for the first time," the american explained. "She was nervous, afraid maybe Hyoyeon didn't like her."

"But how could I not like her?" muttered Hyoyeon. Although her concern was mostly Jisung, she was also worried about Jinah. "I hope she'll be all right soon, poor girl."

"I don't know if that's all..." said Changbin, hesitantly. Yeji raised an eyebrow in a silent request for him to continue. "Woojin, Yoorim and I were probably the last people she talked to before meeting Jisung, and I noticed that she seemed too tense to be scared, because she had seen Hyoyeon once and being so nervous around someone was never part of her way of acting."

"The first impression you two had of each other wasn't friendly?" Yeji asked Hyoyeon, who immediately denied it.

"I've seen her and liked her, and she also seemed to sympathize with me."

The policewoman paused. Her eyes searched again for silent information on everyone's features, and the way she lingered longer on Yoorim, as if controlling herself not to say anything, made Hyunjin straighten in his chair. Yeji always looked at his girlfriend like she wanted to strangle her, unfortunately that was common, but Hwang was especially annoyed this time.

"Did Jinah have enemies or anyone who could do any harm to the people around her?" she asked suddenly, staring at Heo for the next three seconds, until her long eyelashes flickered and Yeji took notes again.

Chan, Jade and Changbin exchanged a look. "A while ago, she was threatened by an ex-boyfriend" evidently more tense, as if only then had the hypothesis come into his mind and hit him hard, the medical student replied. "Jisung himself took her to the police station to make a complaint, then the guy was summoned, probably paid a fine and then disappeared."

"Wait" Hyoyeon narrowed her eyes and intercepted the policewoman's next question. "What does all this have to do with the accident?"

"It wasn't a simple accident," Yeji explained calmly. Half a dozen lips parted in surprise, but she ignored it. "The front of the car was wrecked after the crash, but, still, we managed to notice very significant details, such as lack of brake fluid, oil leakage from one of the power steering hoses and most surprising of all..." she smirked, as if she were about to strike a fatal blow, though she didn't show in who. "A small ring locking the serpentine chain which was getting tighter and tighter as the engine warmed up, so the car lost control. I must say that sabotage had everything to be perfect, were it not forgetting, or rather, stupidity, by its author who forgot to wipe the fingerprints off the ring. The results that point to the culprit will be shown today."

Everyone was too shocked to ask questions in the next few seconds. Believing in fatality was acceptable, car accidents happened everyday, but knowing that someone had premeditated it, out of sheer cowardice, was scary.

"B-but..." stammered Hyoyeon, almost shakily. "But that's impossible! Jisung put the car in the garage when he arrived at my sister's house and everything was normal. The only thing he complained about was the lack of signal on his phone and Jinah's."

"Did the car belong to Jisung?" at first, Yeji focused only on that detail. Hyoyeon nodded, confused. "And why was Jinah behind the wheel when it happened?"

"Jisung seemed to have drunk a little when we arrived for help," Chaerin said for the first time. Seungmin was sitting right next to her. "Maybe he had given up the wheel thinking about it."

"So, the target wasn't Jinah..." Yeji muttered to herself. Her mind was racing, almost as if she could hear the gears working fast. She looked at Yoorim once more, finding nothing she was looking for.

"What do you mean?" Hyunjin was already more than bothered by that.

"The driver's seat airbag didn't work, so, whoever did it, didn't realize Jinah would drive. If there's one certainty to all this, it's that the culprit wanted Jisung to suffer more."

"But it still doesn't make sense!" insisted Hyoyeon. "There's no way someone sabotaged this car without our noticing!"

"There's no security cameras in your house?" Yeji turned to Sooyoung, who watched everything without saying anything. The woman shook her head no.

"The place I live in is so quiet that I never worried about it, nor the neighbors, who are already all old gentlemen and ladies. My only alarm, by saying, are my dogs, but they weren't loose when we were having dinner."

"How not?" Hyoyeon turned to her.

"They just weren't." Sooyoung shrugged, as if it were an obvious answer, and it really was. The three furry puppies would never leave visitors alone if they weren't entertained with their toys in the back of the house. "I left them in the yard, otherwise they would be barking too much."

"Oh my God," whined Hyoyeon, covering her face with her hands. "I heard noises on the porch more than once, but I didn't pay attention because I thought it was your dogs! What an idiot, what an idiot!"

"There was no way you could know" Sooyoung tried to comfort her, although she was also distressed, and looked back at Yeji. "One side of my house has a wooden fence. It's too low, so I think if anyone tried to get in to the garage, it could only have been there. We didn't see anything because we were distracted in the dining room."

"With we were you included who?"

"Hyoyeon, Jisung, Jinah and me."

Yeji asked the next question non-stop writing on the yellowed sheet of notepad. "Where were the rest of you?"

"Chan, Jade, Hyunjin and I went to the cinema together," replied Felix. "We learned what happened only when we were back."

"Changbin and I stayed at Jinah's apartment for a while," added Woojin, trying to put aside the bitterness in his mouth for talking civilly with Yeji.

"And we were coming back from my mother's house," added Seungmin, referring to him and Chaerin.

The silence followed, being cut only by the noise of the cop's pen tip rubbing against the paper until she stopped her movements and brought her acid gaze to the last person left.

"And you, Yoorim?"

"I wasn't feeling well and I went home early," she answered right away, tasting Woojin's uncomfortable feeling, only exponentially stronger.

"At what time?"

"At eight thirty at night."

"Didn't Jinah leave home shortly before that?"

Yoorim pressed her nails against her closed palm and felt the sting of the scratches on her skin. She had been cornered by Yeji's smug glances from the moment she set her foot in the hospital and, judging by the dozen traumatic conversations they had at other times, Yoorim was fighting the urge to go far away from her, because no matter what she did, she knew that Yeji had the right weapons to always have her in her hands.

"I don't choose when I have a headache," Yoorim replied, roughly camouflaging her almost palpable distress.

"And you left..." Yeji paused her speech as her gaze became more pointed. Anyone could easily identify the aggressive touch of provocation in her voice. "Alone?"

Yoorim jumped to her feet and shouted: "What do you mean by that?!"

Her scream startled everyone, including Hyejoo, who was almost dozing on the counter. For the second time in the night, the nurse's heart almost jumped out. She assumed, then, that by the third time she would surely have a heart attack.

"Calm down, girl" Yeji was serene, but in her eyes there was a blaze of satisfaction for finally making Yoorim explode. "I just asked you something."

"You didn't ask, you judged me!" Yoorim retorted, not giving a damn about the scolding expression of the older nurses. The sign with the request for silence wasn't for nothing, but she didn't worry about it at that moment. "And that was very stupid of you! How do you think I would do something like this to my own friends?!"

"I said nothing," she defended herself, placing such confidence in the intonation that it seemed almost impossible not to believe the veracity of her sentences, but Yoorim could see beyond. "The only person who is condemning you here, is yourself. After all, if you have nothing to hide and keep your conscience clear, there is no reason to be so exalted." Yeji tipped the pen and closed her notes. "The living proofs of this are your friends. No one was affected when I asked questions, Yoorim. Just you."

Heo clenched her jaw. Yeji had given her the material and hoped that she would weave her own trap herself. "Fuck you," Yoorim growled through her teeth and backed away in quick, furious steps.

"Look, I can arrest you for contempt of authority, huh?" she shouted so that Yoorim could still hear, but received no response. "Stupid girl."

Hyunjin stared at Yeji with such anger that, if looks burned, she would surely be on fire, and got up to go after his girlfriend. He managed to reach her not far from here, for Yoorim, though angry, didn't want to leave the hospital until she had news.

"I love you, Hyunjin, but I hate your sister!" the girl said as soon as she had one of her arms grabbed by Hwang and was forced to turn to face him. Hyunjin wasn't there to ask her about her overreaction, nor to continue Yeji's small talk. It was explicit in his dark irises that all Hwang wanted was to support Yoorim, as he always did whenever her nerves were tested by the same person. "I hate her attitudes even more! If I could, I-..." she broke off, since, above all else, she was talking about her boyfriend's family. "Sorry."

Hyunjin hugged her. Yoorim buried her face against his chest and let out a painful breath. The caress Hyunjin had started on her back was reassuring, but she still felt as fragile as an eggshell.

"It's okay, my angel, I'd feel the same way too if I were in your shoes," Hyunjin said softly, sketching a calm he definitely didn't have a few minutes ago. "I'm the one who needs to apologize for often subjecting you to such situations."

"It's not your fault, love, I told you so." Yoorim looked up just enough to meet his eyes. "That's because she hates me too, you have nothing to do with it."

He was more than convinced when he put a hand on Yoorim's soft hair and made the girl hug him properly again. Yeji was complicated and made a point of turning all the endings into big headaches, and, on that troubled night, Hyunjin couldn't fit another fight with her, so he kissed Yoorim's forehead and decided to stay very close to her, which was immensely easier.

The hours kept ticking by, new people arrived at the hospital, Yeji left with the promise of returning in the afternoon and the weather got even heavier. Hyoyeon, despite having experienced so many things in her lawyer's career, wasn't content with the existence of such bad people as to plan the bad of others and endanger them so coldly. She felt physical pain at the thought that it might be her son fighting death in that operating room, but the fact that it wasn't him minimized almost nothing. Hyoyeon wondered how Jisung would suffer if something happened to Jinah, as did her parents and friends. It was then that she promised herself that she wouldn't rest until she could put the responsible in jail for as long as possible, since it seemed the height of the unjust to destroy so many joys and not suffer equally proportionate consequences.

When it was exactly four-twenty-three in the morning, controlled steps announced the arrival of someone else. Finally, the doctor in charge of Jinah entered the reception, prompting the group to get up quickly. The woman was young and didn't seem to have graduated long ago, but the seriousness of her apparently Japanese features denoted her responsibility. Her black hair in a ponytail was damp and there were still a few drops of sweat on her forehead. She hadn't even bothered to take off her surgeon's clothes before expelling a discouraged salute and finally announcing the result of her long, last hours of continuous effort.

And from so many things she had to say, the doctor immediately chose what everyone else feared to hear: "I'm sorry, but Jinah fell into a coma."

a/n: oh, i can't believe i was able to deliver this chapter to you guys on time, but i'm kind of pissed at myself because i wrote it as fast as possible. but i wanted to write soon so as not to leave anyone waiting, so sorry if this is not very good

and yes, i don't know if you guys assumed jinah's coma, but here we are. but know that all is not lost and as i said before there is still a long way to go

finally, forgive the possible errors. i'll be back asap <3

and again, HAPPY BDAY TO MY BABY SEUNGMIN!!!! <3

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lee-hakhyun · 10 months

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606, 607

lee hakhyun SWEEPS THE POLL! (51% is a sweep to me.) hopefully he'll get that tiesweep with kim dokja <3 it's been a while!

episode 11. work (1) and (2)

606.

lhh is passed out. again. by now he's basically expecting to meet kim dokja whenever he passes out. when he opens his eyes, though, he's in the theater. jung jaewoo comes to mind, and he wonders if he's here.

what was once cute kkoma kim dokjas was now a little terrifying.. are all these kkomas dead readers?

noise come from the speakers, and there's two people on the screen. yoo joonghyuk, and han sooyoung.

he awakes, and literaturegirl64 hands him some tea to drink. he notes that it's not information found in orv. these transmigrated readers are adapting to the world,, jung heewon is still passed out, and it seems the backlash for using [incite] is very strong, so she won't be waking up for a while

lhh exchanges information with killer king, and they both had encountered ohdokhyup. killer king had been hit with a curse of disorientation, so him and his sister have been wandering around completely lost.. when lhh asks why literaturegirl64 couldn't lead, killer king says she's naturally bad with directions. then literaturegirl64 kicks him.

this yjh kinnie, man

lee hakhyun can lead them to the research laboratory, but they talk about whether to go right now or not. the black moon is still ongoing, and though one of ohdokhyup's constellations left the channel the snake is still there. killer king and literaturegirl64 were able to take down one 7th grade monster, but the monsters have been getting stronger under the black moon. fortunately, the duration is only 8 hours, so they could wait it out, or at least wait for jhw to recover. but lhh can't wait. if he waits, there are more readers in the theater dungeon that could die. and yoo joonghyuk is in danger. lhh tells them that, and killer king decides they should move now.

they start heading to the laboratory, and lhh asks why the group is called the 'seven apostles'. the 'apostles' were people who never finished wos in orv.

lee hakhyun says he can't, and killer king asks why. and he says that lee hakhyun asks like he alone knows the ending. lhh takes this as a joke, but killer king is serious.

for a while i thought that'd be nice.. :(

they reach the laboratory, and there's something there.

i'm seeing this a lot. it's in a future chapter, but these people are getting excited by the chance to see a new story,, even if it puts them in danger.

607.

they run in, and killer king and his sister start fighting

gamers! a literal real life parry..

him denying that he gave literaturegirl64's skill a weird name hahahah. the coordination needed for this is insane, and they need to have a lot of trust in each other to get the skill to work,,

they continue running, but the monsters are getting faster. lhh thinks, if he can't incite as the apocalypse dragon, then maybe something lesser? he incites himself as the 'snake the severs its tail'. there's an aftermath, but it's enough for him to handle.

they split here, with killer king going to the b-wing and lhh and literaturegirl64 heading to the a-wing

they find the embryo laboratory, which has the ampoules they were looking for.

they get the ampules, and they're split in half between the two of them. lhh takes the tyrant t-rex dna ampule, for later. considering what's at the last floor, he's going to need it... while heading up to the rooftop, the cretaceous lord roars, inflicting 'predatory fear', which lhh dispells with incite. looking outside, b-wing is not doing well. but literaturegirl64 assures lhh that killer king is strong.

there's 4 people, and only 3 can escape. jung heewon has to get on, as she's incapable of fighting, and literaturegirl64 gets on too. lee hakhyun starts to think of a strategy to get through 10 minutes, but-

good on killer king for immediately stopping lhh from whatever stupid plan he was going to think of

killer king runs forward with jophiel's red fog, which protected against the breath attack, though it wasn't as powerful as the fog from the 1863rd turn.

lhh tries jumping off when killer king is grabbed, but his sister stops him. she trusts him a lot

killer king is left alone in the movie, with an item that will only protect him for 4 hours. they need to clear the scenario to get him out of the movie before the time limit, or killer king might not make it out of there.

killer king may have officially read orv 99.8 times, but he definitely deserves to say he's read it more than 100 times now.

#orv side story #orv #orv spoilers #side story rambles #i am going to keep typing out literaturegirl64 until lhh starts calling her yerin <- gotten too used to typing it out #i had this in the drafts for SO long but i'm gonna work on catching up

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hey-hey-chan · 6 years

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Unexpected Beginnings - Jisung

Ummm,, Idk what I wrote but i just got some inspo.. yeah :)

“Y/n, do you wanna come out with me? I’m going to buy some groceries.”

“Mom, I’m fine. Just go.” I heard her stand still at the door and I knew she was silently hoping I would change my mind.

The sounds of the soft wind hit my windowsill and the leaves piled up on the edges.

“Really? We can get some hot chocolate-”

“Mom, please, it’s fine. I wanna stay home.” I wished to tell her in a soft, kinder way, but I felt my tone come out as rough and angry. I felt my heart pound faster with fear, anger, and regret.

I couldn’t watch her face as she left, losing one of her many battles with me that she fought daily.

The door shut softly, making me feel even more childish at my outburst. I was left alone in the house, meaning I could move freely and finally feel like I could breathe again.

I plugged in my earbuds, blocking out the loud rustle of the trees covering my window.

I loved and hated this feeling.

This feeling of being completely and utterly alone.

On one hand, I love being able to do anything I want, I love being able to dance and sing without anyone hearing me, I love to talk to myself as loudly as I can, be able to cry as loudly as I can.

But also I hated this feeling.

The feeling of complete fear of my abilities. Of what I could do to myself, alone in my house. The fear of how angry I could feel at myself. The anger of people constantly leaving me.

Yet, I preferred this over being surrounded by people, preferred this over to seeing hundreds of new people a day.

My family thought I was weird.

I talked, joked, thrived in social settings at school. I had many friends, I never stood alone in a lunchroom or at a school dance.

Yet they never understood why I felt so alone, why I felt so mad at everything all the time. Why I slowly pulled away from my friends that loved me. Why I felt so alone now.

And to be honest, I had no answer to that either.

I took out my earbuds to adjust the cord that was tangled around, the wire had to be separate and none could overlap each other. It made my mind freak out when anything on my desk sat on top of each other, each cord spiral had to be complete straight.

Then, I heard an unfamiliar noise outside my window. My curiosity and concern got the best of me so I poked my head closer to the window.

I saw a large white truck staring back at me; I crinkled my brows together, wondering what such a vehicle would be doing here.

Suddenly, I heard more noises making my heart jolt in fear. It sounded like a girl and a boy laughing from outside. I slowly raised my head and saw a family of four walking out from a separate car. There was a mom and a dad along with a boy and a girl.

“Finally we’re here! That only took like a gajillion years!” The young boy yelled. He walked over to the large truck and started to pull things out of it.

A new family? No one’s moved here in years. Actually I’ve never seen someone move here, ever.

Ignoring the anxiety creeping in my heart at the thought of new interactions, I slowly closed my blinds once again and walked back to my laptop.

Then as I was distracted by my music, I felt my phone buzz.

Will be home a lil late, my friend got a flat tire and wants me to stay with her. r be ok? -Mom

I’ll be fine, there’s still some pasta in the fridge.

:) ok go to bed early - Mom

I felt my heart dance happily at the thought of having the fort to myself for a few more hours.

Ding Dong.

I heard the unfamiliar sound of my doorbell ring across my house, making my heart clench at the feeling.

I set down my earbuds, but then paused in my chair. If I don’t answer the door, maybe they’ll think no one is home.

“Hey, I know you’re home! I saw you close your blinds!” Dammit.

I quickly made my way to the door, but before that, spilled the laundry on the ground to make me look like I was preoccupied.

I mustered up my courage, trying to remember how to interact with people, and then flung open the door.

The boy who stood in front of me was about my height, not shorter, but not that much taller. He had almondy, yet slightly lavender hair, which made me wonder what compelled him to do that. Despite all his handsome features sticking out, his casual smirk drew me to that conclusion.

“Um, hi, sorry I was doing the laundry.” I lied. He nodded, nonchalantly sticking his hands in his pockets. I studied his movements and came to the conclusion that I would do anything to be as casual as this guy.

“Oh sorry, I’m a bit much at first, but I’m sure you’ll get used to me.” Before I could respond to that, he stuck out his hand “I’m Han Jisung. You can just call me Jisung. I just moved here from Mongolia and my parents are making me greet everyone.”

I nodded awkwardly and shook his hand, hating every single minute of the physical contact.

“I’m y/n. And I’ve lived here my whole life.” He abruptly shook with laughter, making me feel like I said something funny, even though I don’t think I did.

“You’re funny, y/n. Well, I have to get back to moving, see you around?” I knew I wouldn’t, but I nodded nonetheless. He smiled and waved.

“Ok then, bye!” I waved back and slowly shut the door, secretly hoping the boy wouldn’t come back.

He came back the next morning.

“Hey! Y/n!” I froze in my 3 steps of walking out of the door. I slowly held my uneasiness as I saw the boy in a dark brown V-neck and jeans with a large backpack on his back.

“Hey Jisung, you go to Seoul High too?” He nodded and smiled.

“Yup, I’m a senior. You?” I gave him a slight grin while trying not to trip on my way to the bus stop.

“Junior.” I answered. He nodded.

“Cool, but by the way, the bus stop is the other way, shouldn’t we take that to get to school?” I faltered in my steps at his words.

“Um, I walk to school.” I answered lamely. He gave me a confused smile.

“Ok, but why walk when you can just take the bus?” I held my normal facade and shrugged.

“I just like walking, it’s a beautiful morning.” I noted. I wasn’t lying completely, the sun was shining despite the cold chill of the morning air.

“Ok, but what do you do when it rains?” I gave him a small chuckle.

“It’s only a 15 minute walk.”

“But it’s like a 3 minute bus ride.” I shrugged once more.

“I like walking.”

It was a painful 15 minute walk, but only painful for me. Jisung kept blabbing and talking about his life and himself as we walked, which made it much easier for me to respond with few words, hoping I would bore him.

“What classes do you have?” The boy pulled a crinkled paper from his pocket and straightened it out while also dumping it into my hands.

“I have no idea, look for yourself.” I gave him a dramatic look and he laughed. I scanned the paper and raised a brow.

“We have first, fourth and fifth together.” I stated blandly.

“YAY! THAT MEANS I ALREADY HAVE A FRIEND IN 3 OF MY CLASSES!” He practically screamed his words in the courtyard, making many students pan over to look at us.

I sighed and faked a smile.

“Yup, how lucky. Now, let’s go before we’re late.” I noted. He trailed after me, making the girls and boys wonder what was my association with him.

“You know, I was a bit nervous moving to a new school, but you make it a lot easier. Thanks y/n.” Unnaturally, my heart skipped at the beat at those words, making me blush and also feel guilty at wanting to rid of him.

“No problem dude. You’re gonna fit in fine.” And this time, I wasn’t lying.

“Hey, who’s the new kid?” I turned around to face Sooyoung, a girl I hadn’t talked to in forever.

“Oh, he’s my neighbor. Just moved here from Mongolia.” She made an “o” with her mouth and nodded. “Is he single?” I chuckled at her words and shrugged.

“No idea, why don’t you ask him yourself? He’s friendly enough.” She scoffed and shook her head like I was crazy.

“No way! Then he’ll think I like him.” I rolled my eyes.

“Well aren’t you?” She said nothing and I turned back around to face the front of the room, feeling smug at my accomplishment.

I looked around to see Jisung and saw him already talking to the most popular group of kids in school. I rolled my eyes internally but yet was somewhat thankful he wasn’t going to bother me anymore.

Yet I couldn’t deny there was some sadness that he wouldn’t bother me.

“Ok class, so, I’m sure you all know that we have a new student. Please introduce yourself.” Jisung stood proudly at the front of the class and smiled.

“Hi, I’m Han Jisung. I just moved here from Mongolia and I’m a senior.” The class clapped for him, despite never doing that for anyone else before.

“Good, now, take a seat next to y/n. Y/n please-”

“Oh no, I know who she is.” Jisung winked at me, turning my face red, and then my face turned much redder once the entire class turned to face me.

This was going to be a long rest of the school year.

Finally, it was the end of the school day. I felt unsure whether to wait for Jisung or to leave on my own. I didn’t know if he had any plans or if he wanted me to stay behind.

Ugh, I hate changing my routine. Now I’m going to get home later, maybe around 3:30 so I’ll have less time for homework and to listen to music. Maybe I’ll just finish all my math today and leave my-

“Y/n!” I heard Jisung yell with a group of boys behind him. I froze at his voice and the amount of people. “Don’t wait up for me, I’m going out ok?” I slowly nodded and gave him a thumbs up when I snapped out of it. He smiled and nodded, the other boys curiously glancing at me.

And once again, I turned around to walk home, alone.

That was the first 2 days I met Han Jisung.

That was 2 months ago and yet the boy still pops up uninvited, making me freak out every single time, although, I’ve gotten somewhat used to it. He usually pops in on Mondays or Thursdays; I’ve always thought those days were odd. But I’ve grown accustomed to them.

That’s why when he knocked on my door on a Friday night, I was highly confused.

“Hey y/n!” Differing from his casual clothes, he was wearing a black V-neck and tight jeans, making him look more attractive than usual. His hair was nicely styled and his smile even seemed to glint more dangerously.

“Um, it’s Friday.” I stated. He raised a brow, crossing his arms.

“I mean, yeah, which means there are parties tonight.” I chuckled and shook my head.

“Yeah, that’s true.” He wiggled his eyebrows, making me slightly uncomfortable but I laughed anyways.

“Ok, do I have to beg you to come to this party with me? It’s supposed to be the one before spring break, aka the best one yet so HAVE to go.” I raised a brow.

“Um, no.” I even flinched at my response, but he snapped before I could finish my thought.

“Wow, just a no? Not a no thanks? Not a no thank you? No explanation?” His quick responses make me fall into a silence, unable to respond. My face turned cold and hot and I rubbed my hands on my jeans, hoping to calm me down.

He scoffed and flipped his hair back.

“Whatever dude. You always seem to turn me down whenever I ask you to hang out or to do anything fun. You know what? I’m done asking you y/n. Have fun being alone.” With those words, he stepped off my porch.

But I couldn’t help but hate myself for feeling more relief than regret.

I sat in my room, isolated from the world with my earbuds in. I hadn’t seen Jisung in 1 and a half weeks, well, I briefly saw him at school, but he never talked. I felt some sadness at his cut ties, but also I felt better from them. He would never understand me or who I am, it’s better that he left.

“Y/n honey? Me and Mrs. Park are going out to see this dance performance thing and we have an extra ticket because Mrs. Lee couldn’t come. Do you wanna come?” I shook my head.

“No, I’m fine.” I waited to hear her faint footsteps, but I didn’t hear them, making me spin in my chair.

“Y/n, come on, I dont want to waste 200 dollars. Just come with us, it’ll be fun.” She urged. I felt my heart twist and my face turn hot.

“Mom, I don’t want to go. Just go have fun together.” I responded calmly. She tsked, leaning against my doorframe.

“Well, I would hate to waste 200 dollars.” She added. I ignored the guilt and anger flooding in my body and snapped back.

“I didn’t buy the tickets. I don’t want to go.” I blinked twice and she still wasn’t gone from my room. I then heard a loud sigh.

“Y/n, please don’t fight me on this. All you do is sit at home and listen to music, that’s so boring and I’m pretty sure it’s not good for you. You only go outside to go to school and-”

“At least I go to school.” I noted. She sighed, frustrated at my behavior.

“Ok, yes you go to school but because you have to. You never go out and have fun like normal kids. Even that boy stopped coming around, let me guess, you turned him down too many times?” I didn’t respond to her immediately, thinking of how upset Jisung looked that night.

“I’m not a normal kid, Mom.” I heard her make an upset noise with her mouth, making me feel even more anxious.

“You’re not but at least make an effort! All the other parents wonder why you weren’t at this party with their kid or why you weren’t at so and so’s house for a hangout or why you don’t go to the big functions in our community! And I don’t have an answer for them, do you have an answer for them?”

I felt her anger radiating off of her, making me even more upset that I couldn’t go anything about the way I act or how I felt. Tears slowly fell from my eyes at my her disappointment.

“Stop crying, there’s nothing to cry about.” I started to cry harder at her words, unable to control them now. I heard her say nothing at my tears, probably blaming them on lack of sleep or stress.

“You know what? Stay here then, I don’t care. Just don’t come to me when you regret it later. Also, don’t forget we have that community service event tonight, be ready by 6pm.” She turned away angrily, not even closing the door like she usually does, making me even more frustrated at myself.

I jumped as the door slammed shut. I didn’t hear the familiar buzz of the lock, meaning she left it unlocked. I shook with anger at myself and at my mom. I stood to go lock the door and then turned to enter my own room, but not before I heard a knock on the door.

I knew that knock, it was the same one Jisung used. I felt myself cry harder, trying to will myself to stop, but it wasn’t working. Instead of answering the door, I carried myself to the bedroom and tried to turn on my music.

“Y/n! I know you’re in here please, I just want to talk to you!” He yelled impatiently. I ignored the sound and instead just plugged my music in, forgetting about the outside world momentarily, yet I couldn’t ignore that Jisung was outside my house.

Forget about it, he can just go home, he’s literally 2 steps away.

After one song, I felt curiosity get the best of me. I made my way downstairs and opened the door slightly, expecting to be staring at my doormat, but instead I was staring at Han Jisung.

“Y/n-” He paused when he saw my face that was probably puffy and red. I instinctively closed the door on him but I heard shouting soon follow. “Y/n, what is the matter? Please? I swear I’m not mad anymore, just let me in please.”

I felt more tears drop down my soft cheeks; I didn’t want to let him in, but also I was done hiding my emotions from people.

I sighed and opened the door again.

I was immediately greeted with a big hug; I instinctively flinched away but he shut the door, making me nervous as it wasn’t locked.

“Lock the door.” I stated quickly. He backed away and raised a brow.

“Well, I didn’t come to do that y/n-” I sighed and wiped my tears as I reached over him to lock my door.

“It’s not that, I’m just... paranoid.” I said awkwardly. He paused slightly but said nothing to my statement. Kids hate it when I lock doors, I guess it makes them feel locked in while it makes me feel safe.

We stood in silence for a few moments, unable to move or to speak.

“Are you ok?” He asked. The question caught me off guard. Was I ok? I mean, I wasn’t hurting, I wasn’t dying, I was breathing, I was alive. I was getting good grades, I had an ok life. But did that mean I was ok?

“Yeah, I’m fine. Now please leave.” He chuckled and ruffled his hair.

“You’re crazy if you think I’m going to leave you alone when you’re crying and I saw your mom run out of the house like she was going to blaze down the whole city.” His words were light but his tone was full of concern which brought more tears to my eyes. “Hey tell me what’s wrong.” He pinched his eyebrows together, peering closely at my face.

“Nothing’s wrong with my mom. There’s only something wrong with me.” I blurt. Before he could respond, I did first. “Well, she just doesn’t like it when I stay home all the time, I guess that’s something you two have in common.” I added with a lack of bitterness in my voice.

I slowly backed away from him, feeling the close proximity was too much for me. I heard him sigh and shake his head.

“Ok, but I mean, I guess then I get why she wants you to go out and have fun like a normal kid but-” I shook my head in frustration and groaned.

“You know what? You’re right. If that’s what you came here to say, you can leave please.” I whispered out. I felt overwhelmed at the situation and turned to walk away from him.

“Hey, that’s not what I meant-”

“No! It’s fine, what you said is right! I should go out more, interact more with more peers and whatnot. This was stupid. You can just go I’ll be fine.”

I wished for him to walk out of my door, yet he stayed still.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered. I shrugged, hoping minimal responses would urge him to go. “But y/n, you know she’s right. I just moved here and I can tell you don’t have friends you hang with outside of school. I’m not saying this to be mean or anything but, it’s just not normal. I’m just worried about you.”

“Is there anyone you can like, talk to?” Somehow, I started to laugh at his words.

“Really? You’re going to ask me that when you also walked away?” I groaned in frustration, feeling upset that I was letting my feelings get in the way.

“You know what? Just leave please, I don’t want you here anymore.”

“No please, ok fine, you’re right? Is that what you want to here? That you can just stay in your house all day? That it’s ok?” I shook my head and felt tears well up again.

“I’m trying to tell you that there’s something wrong with me and you should just stay away from me. You’ve been doing that fine for 2 weeks.” I turned away from him. “But it’s fine, I’m seriously fine with people leaving me, I’m used to it.”

“You know what? You don’t even make an effort to go out with your mom or other people! And then you get mad when they leave you? That’s absurd! Y/n, you’re a lot different than I thought you were.”

Finally, the boy turned to leave. He walked slowly towards the door, as if he was still pondering the idea.

“No one listens.” I blurt suddenly. Jisung stopped in his tracks, and turned to face me.

“What?” I regretted the words as soon as they left my lips, but it was already out.

“No one listens to what I have to say. And no one asks the right questions.” I whispered out. I had no idea why I was spilling my emotions, yet they seemed to flow right out when I talked to Jisung.

“I listen-”

“No you don’t.” I said one last time before walking away. I wiped my tears and slowly backed away from the situation. I slowly sat on my bed and kept the door open so I could hear him leave.

But unexpectedly, I saw him enter my room. I raised a brow as he took a seat on my bed.

“What are you doing?” I asked. He sighed while making himself comfortable on my bed.

“You said no one listens to what you have to say, so, I’ve decided not to become a part of no one.” He rested his head against my pillow and closed his eyes. Then he opened one. “Are you gonna start?”

I paused, thinking of what to say.

“Are you really gonna listen to me?” He gave me a soft smile responding to my quiet words.

“Of course. And I’ll be the first person to listen to you. Now tell me what’s on your mind. Make me understand you.”

For a moment, I wished to take back all the things I yelled at him, I wished that I had a more interesting story to tell, but I guess I’m only in high school. My life is only beginning and so are my newfound relationships.

“Ok where do I start?” I mumbled.

“Hmmmm,” but then clicked his tongue once he found the answer. “Start with the story of your first boyfriend.” I don’t know what I was expecting him to say, but it wasn’t that.

“Umm, that’s easy. I haven’t had one yet.” I chuckled. I saw him smile, making me curious what he was thinking.

“What?” He shrugged.

“Nothing, I mean, that’s nice so I can fill that story up.” He turned over smugly on the pillow, but then I processed his words.

“Wait what?”

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operativehq · 6 years

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after almost twenty four hours after the submit has closed and 11+ hours of reading applications and making painstaking decisions, the long-awaited acceptance post has come. i’d sincerely thank every single applicant for applying because i really don’t lie when i say that i read through every single app and had to make some very tough decisions, some that hurt my heart because almost every app came neck and neck with each other. this entire experience has been surreal -- i never expected for my plot idea to take off so incredibly and for such kind words to be said about it. i definitely did not anticipate 43 apps to end up in my inbox and to have such dedicated and patient applicants. thank you so much to everyone who’s been a part of this experience already, i really, really can’t say it enough or articulate it well.

to people who are not accepted -- i really mean it when i say that i wish i could accept everyone. every single app went beyond my expectations, and if you weren’t accepted it is NOT a testament to your writing abilities or anything personal. having to pick ONE person out of so many apps, or ELEVEN out of FORTY-THREE ?? it’s nearly impossible. it breaks my heart to not be able to accept THIRTY-TWO apps that were so beautiful. i strongly encourage people who weren’t accepted to keep an eye on this rp in case any openings or expansions occur in the future, because i’d really love to have people reapply. i wish i could type with the conviction and passion that i’m feeling right now when i say that every app blew me out of the water, but now i’m repeating myself over and over again. ( if anyone would like feedback on their app or for me to send their app back to them, please let me know over the course of this week. )

with that said, under the cut are the eleven accepted applicants. please send in your accounts within TWENTY-FOUR HOURS and be sure to check out the CHECKLIST as well as the inbox of your character blog once you send in your account so i can send invites to the ooc discord chat !!

CONGRATULATIONS LAURA ! YOU HAVE BEEN GRANTED ACCESS TO THE FILE OF AGENT AURUM, OTHERWISE KNOWN AS MALCOLM WEBB ( REECE KING ).

holy crap, laura !! your writing is amazing !! you really made malcolm come alive, with everything from your edits to your stunning biography and description of his personality. my heart really hurt for malcolm while i was reading about his background and you really provided so much depth behind the surface-level rich kid. you displayed his vulnerabilities and desires incredibly well. also, i love how you even added depth to the way his skills ?? thank you so, so much for applying, love, and welcome !!

CONGRATULATIONS EMILY ! YOU HAVE BEEN GRANTED ACCESS TO THE FILE OF AGENT CRIMSON, OTHERWISE KNOWN AS RAFAEL BOLÍVAR ( TYLER POSEY ).

emily -- can we talk about the way you write for a sec ?? it’s absolutely phenomenal. you took a darker twist to crimson than i could have imagined and i loved every second of it. your backstory for him is incredibly unique to me and i’m so excited to work with his narrative throughout the rp !! beyond that, you really know your character well !! i was blown away by your para samples -- the way you wrote his connection with nikolai and also that drabble about him and tony ?? you have such a knack in your writing to be able to sympathize with your muses, like oh my god. i’m so glad you applied and i can’t wait to see how you develop rafe !!

CONGRATULATIONS CHRISTINA ! YOU HAVE BEEN GRANTED ACCESS TO THE FILE OF AGENT CYGNUS, OTHERWISE KNOWN AS RHYSAND ATTWOOD ( HARRY STYLES ).

you truly went above and beyond, christina, and i am honestly so glad you came out of retirement from the rpc to apply !! the cygnus competition was so, so tough, but i kept coming back to your application. not only is your writing incredible, every facet of your application was so detailed it was clear that you had an understanding of rhys !! the thing that completely sold me was that you wrote about every connection rhys would have and how rhys would act and that was so great to see !! i also loved your twist on rhys & odessa’s connection ?? i also love his potential development and the way you tied his story into the plot !! i can’t wait to write with you, love, welcome to operative !!

CONGRATULATIONS TERESA ! YOU HAVE BEEN GRANTED ACCESS TO THE FILE OF AGENT HAWTHORN, OTHERWISE KNOWN AS CALLIOPE MAXWELL ( CARTIA MALLAN ).

my goodness, i absolutely loved your app, teresa !! it was so unique and i loved how you showed how much depth callie had and the development that she has gone through and will continue to go through. i just loved the twist on her backstory and how she didn’t start off too kind ?? you made the skeleton of hawthorn three-dimensional and complex !! also, your ideas for her goal and how to extend it into a plot in the future was so creative and intriguing, i can’t wait to explore it more with you, love !! also, the liberties you took with your para sample absolutely paid off !! i loved seeing callie’s perspective on the provided connections. welcome, teresa !!

CONGRATULATIONS JULIE ! YOU HAVE BEEN GRANTED ACCESS TO THE FILE OF AGENT HYALUS, OTHERWISE KNOWN AS DANAË BAUTISTA ( CLEO LAZULI ).

hyalus was another tough decision, but julie, i absolutely loved your take on hyalus. not only did the memes and vines make me laugh out loud, but you gave such a fresh perspective on our resident hacker. just the aspects ( and perhaps irony ) of her father’s condition made me incredibly sad, but it provided a ton of depth to danaë ?? and i loved the fact that you gave her the label ‘ the icarus ’, the way you explained it made me love danaë even more !! also, your research for the role literally had me with my mouth open while i was going through your app ?? and the fact that you included a family tree / timeline ?? your dedication is unreal. thank you so much for applying and i can’t wait to see danaë on the dash !!

CONGRATULATIONS RHINE ! YOU HAVE BEEN GRANTED ACCESS TO THE FILE OF AGENT MERCURY, OTHERWISE KNOWN AS LYSANDER SEO ( LEE JONG SUK ).

the competition for mercury was probably one of the toughest -- every single app i read for that role was filled with so much effort and talent, that i kept going back and forth between so many. but rhine -- i strongly believe that you have an ability to paint with words. as i kept reading, i was just swept away by your writing ability ?? every single sentence was like a masterpiece !! and the way you wrote lys and his backstory was something i’ve never really seen before, and the amount of research you put into it was amazing !! while i was reading it all, i was internally screaming out of astonishment for your writing and sorrow for lys. he has so much depth and you understand him so well !! i cannot wait to see you play lysander on the dash and in events !!

CONGRATULATIONS EL ! YOU HAVE BEEN GRANTED ACCESS TO THE FILE OF AGENT NOX, OTHERWISE KNOWN AS KINGSLEY LIM ( BANG YONGGUK ).

el, el, el !! your writing is insanely beautiful and by the end of your app, i felt like i understood king extremely well. his backstory had me crying and i loved the way you made nikolai a tether for king. also that pinterest ?? organized from head to toe had me already screaming, but then your explanation for each color and what it meant... it had me on the floor, quite honestly. your understanding of king and the very dark take on nox’s skeleton was stunning to read !! and those last two lines of his bio ?? had me weeping. in any case, i can’t wait to see kingsley develop here and welcome to the rp !!

CONGRATULATIONS GUBSE ! YOU HAVE BEEN GRANTED ACCESS TO THE FILE OF AGENT OPHIDIAN, OTHERWISE KNOWN AS OLIVER KNIGHTLEY ( XAVIER SERRANO ).

goodness, the depth you gave ophidian was astounding -- the anger, the loneliness, the flirtations -- it was all wrapped up into oliver so perfectly ?? and then your development questions... the way you answered them ?? your writing is absolutely amazing !! it's a different vision i had for ophidian, but that’s in no means a bad thing. it's exactly why i loved it so, so much. just the line " he looks in the mirror. ' what are you capable of ? '" gave me shivers. i absolutely cannot wait to see how you play oliver on the dash. congratulations and welcome to operative !!

CONGRATULATIONS MINNIE ! YOU HAVE BEEN GRANTED ACCESS TO THE FILE OF AGENT PHANTOM, OTHERWISE KNOWN AS JIYOON ARIELLA HAN ( PARK SOOYOUNG ).

everything from the biography, to the stats, to the connections, to your character’s goal... all i can say is wow !! i also absolutely loved the pinterest boards that went along with the biography !! every twist and turn that your writing took me on had me love every minute. it was a different take than i expected for phantom, but you captured the skeleton’s essence and really made it your own !! the explanation of her personality just confirmed that you were the one for phantom !! your writing is spectacular and i truly can’t wait to write with ariella !!

CONGRATULATIONS HONEY ! YOU HAVE BEEN GRANTED ACCESS TO THE FILE OF AGENT PHOENIX, OTHERWISE KNOWN AS FRANCIS KANG ( JEON JUNGKOOK ).

holy shit, honey. i was weeping for francis and i really loved your take on phoenix’s connection and the depth you put behind him. i loved how much of a facade he put up & your depiction of him and odessa !! besides all that, your writing is gorgeous !! your in-character paragraph for phoenix really sold it for me !! you really have a good grasp on francis, and your creativity with his background / personality has me so excited to see where he goes and how he’ll develop !! thank you so much for applying and welcome !!

CONGRATULATIONS CLEO ! YOU HAVE BEEN GRANTED ACCESS TO THE FILE OF AGENT SCORPIUS, OTHERWISE KNOWN AS ANGELINA DELAROSA ( CINDY KIMBERLY ).

the scorpius decision was probably the toughest of the whole acceptance process -- each app was absolutely amazing and i was struggling to pick just one. but i kept coming back to yours. your writing is almost poetic, and the way you wrote angelina was something that really pulled at my heart. the fact that you gave so much depth to the scorpius skeleton, beyond just a seductress, really gave it to me !! also, your paragraph samples, your explanation on her personality ?? my goodness, i could really tell that you understood angelina, from the way you wrote her goal, to her despair following nikolai, to the way you even wrote a drabble about her first mission... and the way you described those aesthetics as well !! your app had me absolutely floored !! you’re such a talented writer, and i can’t wait to see where you go with angelina !! welcome to the roleplay, love !!

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bluehhj · 5 years

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listen to me — chapter 41

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Hyoyeon, who paced the wide porch of Sooyoung's house, let out a relieved sigh when she saw a pair of headlights turn the corner. The first raindrops were beginning to stain the street, but the faint smell of wet dust hardly masked the smell of meat and spices that exuded from the kitchen.

― "Put the car in the garage!" ― she shouted at her son and pushed one of the buttons on the small control in her hand, thus opening the electronic gate and allowing Jisung's car to park next to her sister's. ― "You two took too long, huh? I was already worried."

― "It's not my fault if this woman chose the end of the world to live in," ― muttered Han as he removed his seat belt. It was a battle to find the right way, for all the houses in that gloomy neighborhood looked exactly alike. ― "That's because we took a shortcut down the road, otherwise we'd be running around by now."

― "I would have helped if you had called me."

― "My phone suddenly lost its signal and hasn't come back until now."

Hyoyeon scowled and checked the screen of her own phone. The neighborhood was a bit high compared to the city center, which always earned her a perfect internet connection and the like.

― "Mine's normal."

― "Must be the operator" ― Jisung's hair was starting to get messy from the wind. He threw the wires back and closed the car door after leaving it. ― "Jinah's isn't working either."

Just hearing the name of the woman whose, Hyoyeon smiled immediately. She followed Choi's shy drive from the other car door to Jisung's side and tried to use her manners not to look like a complete neurotic.

― "I said so much that, for a moment, I forgot you were here. I'm sorry, honey" ― and before Jinah could say an 'it's fine', Hyoyeon rushed off, ― "Welcome, okay? The house is yours! I mean, actually, it's not even mine, it's my sister's, but in the end it doesn't matter because it's all of us. I think this is a little confusing, but-..."

― "Mom" ― Jisung interrupted her. ― "Don't."

She, then, nodded. ― "Let's eat?" ― said before turning around and entering the house. Jinah laughed softly, while Han merely shook his head, as if he had nothing to say ─ and really didn't; so, they both followed Hyoyeon and also passed through the front door.

Whenever he visited Sooyoung's house, Jisung was very impressed. His aunt was so rich that, if she wanted to, could choose any mansion she liked and pay on real money, still, she preferred to share a common house with three puppies and cook in an apron full of daisies. It was what made her happy, then. Something hard to find in a world where capitalism always speaks louder.

― "Ah, finally." ― Sooyoung left the last cutlery on the dining table and took off her apron when she noticed the arrival of visitors. She flashed a kind smile in Jisung's direction and pulled him into a hug. ― "I missed you, dear."

― "Missed you too, auntie," ― he hugged her back and examined her sweet features after their contact ended. Apart from a wrinkle or two around her eyes, she didn't seem to have changed anything since the last time they met, that is, Christmas the year before.

― "And you must be Jinah" ― Sooyoung smiled at the girl, who immediately returned the gesture. ― "Hyoyeon told me a lot about you."

Choi blushed slightly: ― "She did?"

― "But it was just good things, I promise." ― Mrs. Han set the bottle of wine on the table after pouring all the glasses and pulled out a chair to sit on. ― "It's going to get cold, don't you come?"

That's a good sign when your mother-in-law speaks better of you than your own boyfriend, right? Jinah had been very well supported by Hyoyeon from the first moment, she really had nothing to worry about. So, considering the laughter and such pleasant surroundings, why did she still feel so apprehensive?

♡˖°

Jisung lost track of how many times he rolled his eyes and drank wine over it, knowing only that this was his third glass. Did his mother really need to be so indiscreet? What the hell!

― "Once he went to school dressed as a lion cub!" ― Hyoyeon was telling Jinah and looking at her son as if the latter were still a little child dressed in a cute costume. ― "I should have brought the photos, it was the most beautiful thing in the world!"

Jisung was right; leaving his girlfriend and mother together couldn't work out in a million years. They both adored each other so intensely that he couldn't understand, leaving only a few pounds of embarrassment and a merely drunk organism that was solely responsible for not yet allowing him to hit his head on the table.

― "Lion cub, how lovely," ― Jinah said with the same intonation used to 'talk' to pets, her lips projecting a pout that was characteristic of controlling herself so as not to pinch a cheek. ― "Did you roar too?"

― "Fuck you," ― Jisung was able to mutter, as Hyoyeon, random as she was, was distracted by Sooyoung about the chocolate pie the latter cited served as dessert.

― "What a rude lion cub."

― "Jinah, one more word and I'll eat you in the punch, outside."

― "With so many ways you can eat me, does it have to be right in the punch?"

Jisung glanced over Jinah's seemingly innocent face and was almost surprised by the girl's duality, just not doing so because he was more than used to it.

― "That's the way I feel the most right now."

― "Not funny."

― "Wow, it's almost half past eleven" ― Hyoyeon was startled by the time when she unlocked her phone to answer her crush message. ― "How long did I sleep?" ― she got up then, starting to stack the dirty dishes, as dinner was long gone and the four of them were just chatting.

― "No, leave it there." ― Sooyoung stood up too, but to prevent her sister from arranging the table. ― "You can let me do it myself later."

― "No way, look at this mess," ― Hyoyeon insisted, and in that Jinah and Jisung stood to help wash and dry the dishes. The hostess, however, continued to object.

― "Guys, I make a point, really." ― Sooyoung looked fondly at each one of them. ― "Hyo, this is the first time in years you've come to visit me and we end the night without a fight, and I love you so much, okay? Living here with my puppies makes me feel fulfilled, but, sometimes, it's a little lonely, and it was an honor for me to have you three here. This dinner is just a way to say thank you."

When she was done, Hyoyeon, who was teary-eyed, didn't hesitate to hug her.

― "I love you so much too, can I sleep here tonight?"

― "You still ask?" ― Sooyoung smiled. ― "There's a room of yours up there, you fool. By the way, you and Jinah can stay if you want, Jisung."

― "We have class early tomorrow" ― lamented Jisung. ― "But thanks anyway. The food was great and it gave everyone time to piss me off. Isn't it, mom? Isn't it, JinJin?"

― "Aish, the lion cub is a complainer too," ― Jinah scoffed, prompting Hyoyeon to laugh in agreement.

Jisung decided he wouldn't stress — no more — and went to say goodbye to Sooyoung, who was the only truly kind-hearted person in that house. Meanwhile, Hyoyeon took advantage of his son's distraction and pulled Jinah to a corner.

― "I just want to thank you for doing Jisung so well," ― she said quietly, holding a slight smile on her lips. ― "I imagined coming to the country and finding him in a completely different way, but, even complaining a lot and being grumpy from time to time, he looks happy in a way I've never seen before. I hope you don't get out of my family like Chaerin did, because knowing there's someone so amazing around Jisung is all I could really want."

― "If it's up to me, I'm not going anywhere" ― Jinah moved her impassioned eyes towards Jisung, who laughed at something Sooyoung was telling. ― "And I couldn't want anything else either, because you're so much nicer than I thought. Broke all that annoying mother-in-law stereotype, you know?"

― "Oh, good! I hate that kind of thing and I'm too young to be called an annoying old woman."

Jinah laughed, but both she and Hyoyeon were startled the next second by a noise outside the house. They were near one of the windows and, through the closed glass, they could see the dull glow of the moon that appeared just after the storm had passed. Everything was wet and dark; so neither could see the real cause of the noise.

― "These Sooyoung dogs are a problem, see? They mess everything up," ― Hyoyeon supposed, placing no importance on what happened. ― "Anyway, take care. Don't run too much and watch the curves, I'm scared to drive when it rains this way."

― "And this is the fifth time the day you say the same thing." ― Jisung joined his girlfriend and took the opportunity to say goodbye to his mother with a quick hug. It was a little clumsy, as he was still getting used to the new phase in which Hyoyeon was really present in his life, but it was also good.

― "I'm really worried, leave me alone. Oh, and don't forget to call when you get home."

― "I won't forget."

Finally, Jinah said goodbye to Sooyoung and the couple left the house, closing the door on their way out. Outside, Jisung took his car keys out of his pocket and threw them at his girlfriend, who complained in pain when the key ring hit her finger. Han saw it as a kind of revenge. No one told the girl to be so distracted, after all.

― "Drive for me," ― he said, leaning against the driver's door. ― "The wine made me a little drunk."

― "Looks like someone will be late waking up tomorrow."

― "I'm fine, I just don't want to risk it."

― "Responsible lion cub."

Jisung lunged at Jinah, but all he could do was land a kiss on Choi. They couldn't take too long, fearing the two women in the house would see something, but it was enough for both of them. Three hours could mean a lot of time for both, don't criticize.

Jinah took the driver's seat and Jisung did the same in the passenger seat. After buckling up, Choi stuck the key in the ignition and started it. It took about three seconds for the car to respond to commands, something that normally didn't happen, but was soon heading down the quiet streets toward the road.

― "Do you know what would be interesting now?" ― Jisung began, breaking the few minutes of silence. ― "Motel."

The car jerked slightly, as if the front wheels suddenly hardened, then returned to normal as if nothing had happened. Jinah frowned at both the strange reaction of the vehicle and Jisung's last speech.

― "Only if it's to get there and sleep."

― "But, baby, I already said I'm fine. Who almost lost control of the steering when I only mentioned the possibility of getting laid was you."

Jinah was about to reply that she had lost nothing and that someone else's car needed to get through the garage as soon as possible, but before that, Jisung continued:

― "I just won't insist on the idea because there are no motels nearby and it's too late for those who need to present a seminar tomorrow."

― "It reminds me that I have an evaluative exercise and haven't studied anything." ― Jinah turned the wheel to finally hit the road. The car jolted again, now because the brake had failed for a minimum second and the wheels climbed higher than they had demanded. Jinah ignored it. ― "One more defeat on my list, tsk."

― "It happens."

― "Not with you."

― "Ouch, why not?"

― "You're always studying," ― Choi replied as if it were obvious. ― "Sometimes, I just want a kiss and you don't even pay attention to me because you're too busy with the books."

― "It only happens once every ten of your attempts, you dramatic, I'm always kissing you."

― "You should kiss more."

Jisung laughed weakly, ― "Okay, I'll write that down on my agenda."

― "You better do it."

The silence returned. Jinah kept her eyes fixed on the headlamp track all the time, but as the speed increased, it was impossible not to focus on the speedometer for a moment.

― "Why are you running like this?" ― asked Jisung.

― "...It's speeding by itself."

― "What?" ― Han watched the 80KM/H hand move to 100KM/H and keep moving without Jinah stepping on the accelerator. By then, Choi had already stopped pressing the pedal and focused only on the brake, but the brake didn't work at all. Jisung began to despair. ― "Why doesn't it stop?!"

― "I don't know!" ― Jinah's heart was already beating like a drum. Her eyes searched the rear-view mirror. There was only one car behind them and the distance seemed safe to opt for a drastic measure. As such, she disregarded the nearly 120KM/H and pulled the parking brake hard, but the lever simply took off. ― "My God..." ― the panic was so, but so big, that she could at least express a reaction, and knowing that a sharp turn was coming only made it all the more terrifying. With that speed, it was obvious they would roll over.

Farther back, Chaerin and Seungmin were scared. The canadian had recognized her ex-fiancé's car and had no idea why he was running so hard.

― "Is he drunk?" ― Kim asked, uneasily in the passenger seat. Alright, Jisung didn't like his person and they never had reason to get fond of it, far from it, but, there were lives that were in danger. Seungmin was about to graduate in medicine, his concern was evident. ― "If they keep this up, they won't be able to turn it! What if he's with Jinah? They'll die!"

As nervous as Seungmin, Chaerin began to honk and even tried to accelerate to reach them, but it was too dangerous. The wet track made the wheels slide so easily, their intervention could be even more fatal.

A tear of pure despair ran down Jisung's cheek.

― "I don't wanna die, Jinah!" ― he shouted. The curve was just ahead, the pointer marked exactly 160KM/H. The adrenaline was so intense that he even tried to open the car door, but all four were locked and nothing seemed to be able to open them.

Jinah felt her throat tighten. She also wanted to cry, not only because she was about to die, but also because it was her fault. She saw the signals the car gave before it reached that critical situation and ignored each one. It was her fault, only hers.

Jisung couldn't die because of her.

― "You won't" ― and uttering each syllable in a shaky voice, Jinah put all her strength into the steering wheel ─ which had also locked at some point ─ and clenched her jaw as she struggled to turn it. A loud crash announced the success, and she took the mission to stop that car as if it were the most important of her life, and it really was.

The dreaded curve that would kill them both was forgotten when Jinah threw the car off the track and into the trees. The thin logs broke against the car at all times, but their focus was on the huge oak tree a few feet away. The wood was very thick and firm, surely enough to contain the impact.

Jisung realized what his girlfriend was about to do and, as if possible, was even more desperate, as they weren't heading straight for it. Jinah wanted to defy several laws of physics and hit only her side of the car so that the damage was mostly concentrated in one part and Jisung wouldn't get hurt so badly. Han's reaction to grabbing the steering wheel to stop was completely involuntary, and the two began to 'fight' for the steering in the next few seconds. However, Jinah managed to push him before the impact happened.

The roots of the oak tree crashed to the ground, one of the airbags failed, the engine died, and everything stained crimson.

a/n: god take care of my soul, because today i die.

i took a few days to post, right? sorry, but i started sticking my face in the books to study for the upcoming exams and i'm starting to write my final paper and this is leaving me little time to come here on tumblr, i'm sorry. but on this september 7th, it's Brazil's independence day and they decided to emend with the 6th, so i'll see if i have more free time to come here, okay?

anyway, about the chapter...

i won't even apologize because i know it won't do, i really want to ask patience. who follows the AU knows that out of 10 chapters i post, 8 are fluffy, 1 is a weak angst and the rest is just the rest, so this time i really wanted to do something different and heavier. this accident was in LTM’s plans right from the start and, despite all that is coming i don't regret it, as i believe it is another opportunity to try writing using new sensations and new paths, and that's it

i see you guys in the next chapters or is this the end of the line for many of you? there's still a lot to happen in this au, just saying huh

we end up here for today, hope to see you guys soon <3

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