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when two idol exes meet again on a reality show, they are reminded of why they used to like each other and when they're spending 3 nights on the beaches of fiji with the bare necessities to survive, they finally have to confront their lingering feelings for each other.

exes to lovers, idol au

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ning yizhuo! Feb 15, 2022 17:51:35 Reply History

oh my god this was bad. this was really bad. jung jaehyun had late stage dad-disease with his bad jokes. such a pity, he was still so young and talented. oh well, perhaps one day he’ll discover some real swag and the cure to dad jokes. “sure, i’m not doing much. if you want to learn to rap with your entire jaehyussy though, it can’t be taught, it has to come from within.” she tells him with the wisest facial expression she can muster. “so tell me, what is it you require my infinite talents accomplishing.” she puts her fingers together in a triangle in front of her like a tiktok mastermind.

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jaehyun & jimin — texting
haechan & ningning — aespa's dorm
jazzy & myeong — wizarding world

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he lost everything, his family, his beloved wife, his home, EVERYTHING and that was his joker arc.

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first officer jung jaehyun is a ladies man and a commitment-phobe but he likes to play favourites with flight attendant yoo jimin. she knows she's stupid for falling in love with the serial heartbreaker but when an aviation accident happens on one of her flights, she finds that she may not be the only one doing so.

fwb to lovers, airport au

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seongwoo and younjung have the perfect relationship despite being part of seoul's struggling class. that is, until seongwoo succumbs to the trauma of his past and ditches younjung at the aisle on their wedding day.

hurt and reconciliation, soulmates, city au

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minjeong has been best friends with sihyeon since pre-school despite their parents being business rivals. for as long as she can remember she's always harbored a tiny little juvenile crush on her best friend's brother doyoung. now fresh out of high school, things get even more complicated when they all go on vacation together and doyoung and minjeong start to see each other in different lights and keep their little secret from sihyeon, but sihyeon has secrets of her own as well...

best friend's brother, forbidden love, crazy rich asians vibes, city/airport au

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amidst the whirlwind of idol life, haechan, karina, jisung, and ningning navigate the ups and downs of love and friendship.

best friends to lovers, idol au

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vivian ning is the hottest new abg at school and mark lee just wants to make music. a casual jam between the two turn into a torrid affair while she thinks he just wants sex, and he believes she's just waiting for someone better to come by. when ning meets someone new, it's the start of her nightmare and the beginning of mark's rise to fame.

fwb to lovers, pining, slow burn, tw: abuse, npc death

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tldr; a manwhore who gets tricked into consuming a love potion

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the princess royal is engaged to marry the crown prince of norway but things get complicated when his brother, the dashing prince jackson gets in the way.

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q. jianyu — son
l. mark — nemesis

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k. sihyeon — best friend
k. doyoung — best friend's brother, secret lover
k. sunwoo — bandmate
h. yeji — bandmate
c. soobin — bandmate

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j. jaehyun — colleague, fwb, unrequited crush
l. hyeri — colleague

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o. seongwoo — fiance
j. jaehyun — friend, ex
j. heejin — neighbor

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l. mark — ex classmates, unrequited crush

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p. jisung — best friend, crushes on him
y. jimin — leader, friend and group member
l. donghyuck — friend, ex-date
l. mark — labelmate
i. yeojin — love-rival

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— friendship plots

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— neighbor plots, a slice of life genre

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— friendship plots
— dangerous friendship plots that can help jaehyun and jimin realize their feelings for each other

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The Last Time (feat. Gary Lightbody of Snow Patrol) (Taylor’s Version)

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The Last Time (feat. Gary Lightbody of Snow Patrol) (Taylor’s Version)

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All Too Well (Sad Girl Autumn Version) - Recorded at Long Pond Studios

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All Too Well (Sad Girl Autumn Version) - Recorded at Long Pond Studios

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hello i'm naevis/warlock. you can call me by my username or yoobi. i'm a university student which means i won't be able to write every single day but i am pretty fast with my replies, especially when my muse is high. i generally prefer aurps and only smut if absolutely necessary for plot development.

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ning yizhuo (ningning) // aespa
kim minjeong (winter) // aespa
kim yerim (yeri) // red velvet
bae joohyun (irene) // red velvet
choi yewon (arin) // oh my girl
ham eunjung // t-ara
roh yoonseo // actress
go younjung // actress
kim sohyun // actress
go ara // actress
byun jungha // model

male

zhang yixing (lay) // exo
lee taemin // shinee
qian kun (kun) // nct/wayv
lee jeno // nct
johnny seo // nct
kang dongwon // actor

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Donghyuck was Donghyuck. He had a boyish charm she had grown used to after spending so much time together in the Rookies team. They weren't the closest of friends, that title of close friends were reserved for a couple WAYV members, Renjun, and Chenle who shared the same mother tongue and Jisung who was the same age (and shared many, many common interests). He was just a co-worker who was outgoing, loud and made people laugh a lot. So when he asked her out, Ningning was surprised, yet something within her prompted her to agree. He seemed like a nice guy and perhaps, just perhaps, she liked the way he made her cheeks flush.

She didn't think too much about it at first but as they days leading up to their date, she found herself waiting for his texts before she went to bed and smiling giddily at the selfies he sent her. Finally on d-day, she doesn't remove all her her makeup after æspa's schedule and even borrowed some of Karina’s perfume to wear before going to meet Donghyuck.

By the end of the night, he’s not just the guy from Rookies who made everyone laugh or the guy with the amazing voice. He’s Donghyuck with the good manners and sweetest smile and Donghyuck who gives her butterflies. And for the first time, Ningning thinks that maybe, just maybe, this dating your co-worker thing could work out. But when she gets home, she sees Karina’s smile that doesn’t quite reach her eyes, she hears the drop in her voice and she knows that whatever she thoughts she might have had about Donghyuck, she cannot and will not have any longer.

“I don’t think I’ll go out with him again. He’s not my type. Boys are gross anyway.” she tells her leader, pulling her into a tight hug. “I love you, Karina.”

Just before she goes to sleep, a notification lights up her phone under her covers and she instinctively picks it up to see what it is. Her instinct tells her to reply to the message but she knows better than to give in. Instead she swipes left, and clears it from her lock screen. Opening her phone, she goes to her contacts and clicks edit on a person’s contact details.

Donghyuck is Haechan.

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younjung wonders what it'll be like if seongwoo came back. would he pull her into his arms and tell her to love him again? (and she'll say, "i never stopped") or would be get down on one knee, apologize and ask her to marry him, just like he did all those months back. she entertains these thoughts because they're pleasant, they're hopeful, and they fill the void he's left in her life. people don't just disappear from other people's lives. they leave behind memories, feelings, unspoken words, and longing. she longs for him every single day when she wakes up to the empty half of their bed, when she goes to bed and he isn't in there, fast asleep, too tired to wait for her to join him.

she can't make coffee for him anymore.

"my favorite, for my favorite." she used to tell him when she puts the metal flask of homebrewed coffee in his hands before he goes off to the studio for work. now the french press sits by the sink, unused.

why did she love him? she once wondered to herself. was it because he was good to her, patient with her sickness, and willing to go the extra mile to make sure she was safe? or was it because he was devoted to loving her, building a home with her, and she didn't really know anyone else? she can't decide on a single answer to that question. but one night, when he sneezed so hard he nearly broke their couch, she found her answer.

there was no good reason to love someone. you just did. and she, younjung, loved him unconditionally. in sickness and in health, in poverty and in wealth, she loved him. the wedding was just a beautiful formality. to her, they were already husband and wife.

while she struggled with physical demons, he struggled with mental ones. the trauma of his childhood clung on to him like thorns, making him second guess himself and the love that they shared. she would be lying to say she could sympathize with him when she couldn't. she didn't know if she could help him, say the right words or how to act whenever he pulled himself into a trauma-induced spiral. but she believed, as long as they were together, these demons would simply be what they are: intangible. she doesn't hope to fix him or cure him, just like how he was never going to be able to cure her asthma, but she could hold his hand and be his wife, his family, his safe place.

now he's run away.

it takes two people to build a relationship and it takes two people to destroy one too. was she the one who filled him with insecurity, was she the reason all his fears could not to quell despite their five year courtship? was she to blame for this as much as he was?

she's selfish, she thinks, as she runs her finger against the fabric of her wedding dress. she still wants him even when he doesn't want her any more. she wants to bring him back to a place of fear. she wishes he never left when he so desperately wanted out.

he's selfish too, to promise her a life together but never fulfilling it. because he's scared.

they're perfect for each other, two selfish people who only think of themselves.

it's not a life he wants for her, the bills they can barely pay, the rundown apartment, the fact that they could not afford to even have a child, despite wanting one. it's not a life she wants for herself either. she wants her husband back to groan about the ever-rising cost of living in their shabby one room flat, him to carry up the stairs and joke about how she's lighter than his camera equipment, and talk about having a child together— because those thoughts are pleasant.

filled with hope.

filled with joy.

filled a home, their home.

her husband is somewhere out there in the city, under the same sky that hangs like a painting against her window. maybe one day he'll walk down the street, lined with bikes that she can see from the left most corner , and cross the family mart to the right, and she can't see it from where she's standing but he'll march up the steps of this very apartment, and to her door and walk right in. then she'll put on this dress, hold his hands and she'll tell him, "welcome home."

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most nights she doesn’t feel it. she doesn’t feel the cold under her skin that the thick, plush duvet cannot keep out. or the way the silence is too loud and she has to turn on a show on netflix just to drown it all out— white chicks, one of her all time favorites. she definitely doesn’t feel the cavity in her chest that makes itself apparent like bare enamel in billowing wind tonight. it’s not so apparent when she’s in his bed, in his arms, and under him. jaehyun was just the kind of guy to fill up every space he occupied. he had this magnetism about him and it wasn’t just due to his stunning good looks or how devastatingly suave he looked in uniform. he was the guy who looked everyone in the eye and had the perfect handshake; a firm grip with a gentle touch. he was jung jaehyun. he never smothered people with his presence yet you would always know if he was around.

she liked to think she was special, that the sparkle in his eye was reserved for her and solely her. that the warmth of his sheets was something he only shared with her, or that the place by his side, with the spaces between his fingers, whenever he was in a different city, visiting a new tourist attraction, was her special place. but try as she might, she’s heard the stories, the rumors, and seen the pictures on instagram. she wasn’t anything to him, just a replaceable accessory for whatever void he was trying to fill.

it’s chilly in the hotel room tonight, but the heater works just fine.

it wasn’t every flight that she’d get to see him, and every flight he takes without her is a chance for him to forget her, to be with someone prettier, funnier, better in bed. it’s a cruel thought but it’s one she must think, she tells herself. she can’t allow herself to fall out of touch with reality and fall in love with him.

jung jaehyun is out of her league.

except he isn’t— he has never made her feel that way. he makes her laugh when she’s with him, he showers her with words that makes her feel good, he makes her feel wanted, desirable, like she’s the only girl he sees, until she isn’t. until the return flight lands in lavande city and they go their separate ways and he’s on a different flight with a different set of crew and she’s not there. he doesn’t miss her. he doesn’t need to.

but does it matter?

it shouldn’t to her.

the first flight they ever shared was when she was just a trainee. when she walked into the airline’s briefing room that morning and first laid her eyes upon him, she couldn’t look away. how could she when he looked like that?

“this is first officer jung jaehyun, he will be on our flight to indonesia today. jaehyun, this is our newest trainee, yoo jimin.” the purser had introduced them, and she tried her best to keep things professional, to look at him and smile without any other intentions behind her brown eyes or desires when their hands touch, and she finds it so, so, difficult to pull away. but she does anyway and his touch lingers upon her skin like a warm ray of light on a breezy cool summer day.

the first time they kissed was on an evening just like this one, except she wasn’t curled up in bed and trying to fall asleep. it was an early-winter night in amsterdam and they were at a bar, celebrating her first long haul flight and her promotion to a full-fledged flight attendant. she had one too many single-malt whiskeys and he had a watchful eye on her all night. when he walked her back to her room later that night, she pulled him in and kissed him. he didn’t spend the night in her room that night; she was far too drunk to realize what she did anyway though she swears she can remember how he kissed her back.

it’s spring in amsterdam tonight, it’s cold out and she’s switched the whiskey for a sweet riesling, and the rowdy bar for a rowdy movie under the sheets and she’s never quite dared to admit but she wishes he was here. even if she didn’t mean a thing to him, she’d rather have him on her skin than not at all. she’d answer all his texts, let him stay the night, hell, she’d even be his friend if it is what it takes to feel less…

lonely.

she’s so fucking lonely.

pulling out her phone she clicks on the chat that reads “jae :plane:” and she types in the words, “hey wyd :)”.

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the girl in the mirror was beautiful, well put together and seemingly had the whole world at her feet. not a strand of her perfectly dyed brown hair that complimented her hazel eyes was out of place, her skin, perfectly airbrushed with the best foundation money could buy and her clothes fit her like they were made just for her because, well, they were. and every day, she returns to this apartment, this bathroom and strips down to nothing, wipes it all off and steps into the shower where the warm water douses her perfectly coiffed hair and it sticks up in angles it shouldn’t when it’s all dried. ara knows the girl in the mirror is her, painted to perfection with faultless manners, a winning smile and inexhaustible energy on a film set is all her. but the girl with the dark circles, frizzy hair, too fatigued to even eat before falling asleep on her couch to the sounds of some italian film from netflix playing in the background, is also her. both real, both sincere. it wasn’t a lie if she believed they were her and ara believed that beautiful girl was the true her. she had believed it from the moment she was cast on the way home from school, she believed it when she returned to set just three days after giving birth to sooeon and everyone treated her just as they did before. and now, more than ever, she thinks she wants to believe that the girl in the mirror, strong as a fortress, beloved by fans all over the world, unstoppable, is real.

but does she really?

“the press knows, we have to admit it. if they know that the child exists, it means they have evidence. you know what that means don’t you, ara?” her ceo- now, former ceo, looks at her, his frustration plastered all over his face. “ i told you you should have gotten rid of that when you could. now what are you going to do about this?” he snarled, jabbing an angry finger onto the tablet screen that carried the headlines that bore her biggest secret.

she doesn’t know what came over her or why she would single handedly ruin the beautiful woman in the mirror that she believed in more than anyone else but she recalls the day she sat before the gynaecologist with the ultra scan in her hands and she saw the little hands and little feet of her daughter. she was hers, all hers and she knew couldn’t give up on an innocent life no matter how risky it was going to be. “terminate my contract. i’ll pay for the damages myself.” she raises her eyes to meet the ceo’s and tells him calmly. “that’s my daughter.”

her daughter. how often could she admit that sooeon was her daughter, a precious child she carried for nine months and painstakingly birthed and named. she had sent the girl off to caregivers the day she was born, not even sparing the child a second glance in case she looked a second longer and lost whatever courage she had mustered to part with the girl. she hid any trace of being connected to sooeon in any way she could, never visiting the girl, never speaking her name, never sending gifts, only money to her caregivers. she barely knew what the girl liked, what her habits were, who her friends were or if she had any allergies. sooeon was a stranger to ara. yet every 10th july, she buys a cupcake and lights a candle on it and whispers ‘happy birthday, sooeon.’ before making a silent wish for her health and happiness before blowing it out.

ara was scared. losing her agency, her reputation and her livelihood in a day was nothing short of a horror movie. she didn’t know what she could do now that her chances of returning to the screen were close to zero. the angry mob that chased her during the short walk from her agency building to her car was more than enough evidence that she wasn’t going to be forgiven for 12 years of lies anytime soon. when she was finally all alone, she let herself cry. for the first time since she let sooeon go, she lets her tears freely fall. she’s terrified of not knowing what was going to happen the next day and the days after. what was she do now? she was the sole breadwinner at home and now she’s gave it all up without a fight. for what?

there is a woman with tear stained eyes looking back at her from the rear-view mirror. she’s not a face she has seen often but she recognises the determination in her eyes and the obstinacy in her lips. this woman was there for her when her father went away to jail, leaving her mother and her with nothing but poverty. when she first saw the positive on the pregnancy test, and also when she decided that she’d keep sooeon.
the woman in the mirror smiles back at her in relief. now she was free from the contract that made her work eighteen hours a day without rest, she was free to acknowledge sooeon and call her, her daughter. now she could be a part of sooeon’s life.

back at home, she steps into the bathroom and bares herself for the warm water that strips away all the tear stains, the sweat and grime, the touch of strangers and all the lies she’s spoken and believed in. and when she steps out once more and looks into the mirror, the beautiful woman she’s used to seeing is no more, and she hopes she won’t see the tired-looking girl underneath that comes with that pretty face again. instead, she sees the same strong-willed woman from earlier looking back at her with the most assuring smile she’s ever seen.

she’s herself now.

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gilded next gen! go sooeon (fc. kim sohyun)

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gilded next gen! go sooeon (fc. kim sohyun)

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“... and that’s a wrap! good job everyone!” the director yells and sooeon hurriedly says her thank yous and goodbyes to the staff and photographer on set before dashing out, before anyone has the chance to yell the words “group dinner”. on any other day, she would be more than happy to oblige; after all she’s a newbie in the fashion industry, it was good to network and build good relationships with people that could take her into the fashion industry. it was fashion, everyone needed connections in fashion.

but today was different, today she had to meet someone more important than group dinners and her dream of taking the fashion world by storm. someone who knew her even before she became go sooeon the social media model with a hundred thousand followers and even before she was go sooeon, the daughter of the famous actress go ara. she was just sooeonie to him. sooeon who’s favourite animal is the turtle, favourite colour was green (like the trees and the grass), who loves to draw and colour and liked cheese sticks because he did too. she doesn’t quite remember how or when they became friends or how and when she started seeing him as more than a friend but she knew that he was there, right next to her in all the milestones of her life. he was there, holding her hand on the first day of elementary school, with his arm around her shoulder in middle school and despite their lack of physical contact on the first day of highschool, by the final year, weeks before graduation, she was his sooeon.

in her memory, she liked him first. how could she not when he was the best thing that happened to her? he was a friend even when the other kids give her looks for having no parents, or when they found out who her mother was. he never judged her, he always took her side. he was her best friend.

the time was 5.50pm, hanbyeol ended his shift in ten minutes and it would be another 20 minutes before he got home, barely enough time for her to get there before him so a change of plans had to be made. sooeon flagged down a cab as quickly as she could, even running into the middle of the street just to catch the attention of the nearest taxi and hopped in before they could even reject her.

“the silla hotel please!” she tells the driver even before she has the door closed.

a bottle of hanbyeol’s favourite juice, a white cabernet sauvignon for herself in the exact shade of the juice so they can pretend they’re both having wine while they clink glasses later, a cake from the best bakery in aerok - the silla hotel’s michelin star bakery and the steamed dumplings from the same shop they used to visit after school when they first started dating in high school. she wished she could do more for him but she wanted to get home as quickly as possible to see the man she loves the most. she had no father so he was really right at the top of her list of favourite men.

she’s known him all her life but it doesn’t change the fact that as she’s walking towards the door of their shared apartment, there are butterflies in her stomach. sooeon can’t wait to see him and wish him a happy twentieth birthday, tell him how proud she is of him and how much she loves-

there are a pair of shoes outside the door, they’re too small to be hanbyeol’s shoes and she has never seen them in her life.

the butterflies disappear and there’s a gnawing feeling growing in the pit of her stomach. suddenly, she’s nervous to open the door and see what’s behind it. she’s thinking so many thoughts all at once and she doesn’t dare to settle on a single idea of what might be the reason for that pair of red sneakers sitting on their shared doorstep. she double checks the unit number on the door, she’s home. the door looks the same, the passcode lock is the same too, the neighbours look like the neighbours she passes by every day in and out of their apartment. so what was it that felt so different in the air tonight?

she presses the password for their home, taking her time entering the four digits of their anniversary day, which at this point, feels almost like a joke. how could someone key in the anniversary date of a relationship into their door but welcomes someone else into their home?

maybe she’s just overthinking.

but when she opens the door and hears a voice- a happy, cheery, feminine voice in her home, their home, and hanbyeol’s familiar voice laughing right back, it takes every last bit of willpower within herself not to turn on her heels and leave. maybe it’s not the thought of him and some random chick from god knows where maybe it’s the realization that she doesn’t remember the last time she’s heard him laugh like that.

that random chick from god knows where makes him laugh. he’s happy.

the bottle of cabernet slips through her fingers and crashes deafeningly onto the wooden floor beneath her, breaking into millions of little glass shards, staining her suede shoes with aromatic wine.

the shoes are ruined forever.

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there was something about today that drove hyori insane. maybe it was waking up with the worst hangover she ever had, or bumping into mio and esther on her way home, or the fact that she had to come home to an empty house, one that reminded her of a memory so foggy, so unclear yet so unsettling and seeing the news about jihyun. perhaps it was having to go to a police station and lie unblinkingly or now, at this very hour, at this very building, reminding her of how her niece had just been murdered, and tossed off the building like she wasn’t worth anything. the perfect princess go jihyun met her end and she could be next.

this uneasiness had sat on her shoulders all day and now she was exhausted.

“goodnight baby.” she gave her sleepy daughter a kiss on the cheek before pulling the covers over the two year old and turning off the lights. it was evident that her baby was tired too with how quickly she had drifted off to sleep.

her nights were lonely. though they shared a life, a home, a bed, hyori was more of an early sleeper, early riser and went fell asleep before her husband came to bed and got up before he woke, or whenever the baby monitor would sound. they slept on separate ends of the mattress, despite their physical relationship with each other.

it wasn’t always like this. when they had agreed to get married, hyori tried, she really did. when she found out she was going to have seol, she was genuinely excited to have a family- even if the person she started one with wasn’t who she has in mind. and for a while, the really felt like a family. he was good to her, but on hindsight, he was simply doting on his daughter, she was merely the vessel that carried his true love.

when seol was born, all the problems began. hyori wanted to focus on work, jiho wanted her to focus on seol. hyori wanted nannies, jiho hated them. hyori wanted jiho’s care and support but jiho wasn’t dohyun. jiho never loved her.

but tonight, tonight she couldn’t go to bed lonely again. stepping out of the bathroom with freshly dried hair, she looked at the king sized bed she hadn’t been in in a week and all of a sudden it dawned on her how empty it would feel.

“jiho?” she lets herself into his study, making herself comfortable on his couch. hyori wasn’t one to follow any house rules, she made that clear from the start. she was the only house rule she’d follow. lounging on her side in her silk slip and her usual unreadable countenance, she announces, “i’m tired”.

what was wrong? how could she tell him the truth of what her greatest fear was when he barely knew what her favourite food was. they never shared things like this to each other and she wasn’t sure if she could. no, this was something she would keep to herself, no one could know, not even dohyun, her best friend. even if she couldn’t bring herself to say those words she buried deep in her heart, she wanted her husband by her side. even if they were only a couple in name, they were a family through and through. there were moments like this, where all she needed were the arms of a man.

ahn jiho was the perfect man for her, she had once thought. when they got married, they made no vows to each other. instead they promised each other a marriage where they could maintain their own freedoms and not question each other on what they did or who they did unless it affected the bigger picture, their bigger picture. all he cared was his work, his legacy and reaching his goals. hyori thought she could love a man like that, who matched her in status and wealth. he was eager to get married too, and even more eager to raise a child with her- all the things her ex of seven years never wanted.

but sometimes she catches herself wondering what would have happened if she put down her stupid fantasies about marriage and her obsession with becoming the perfect high society woman. would she be happier? how different would her life be? hyori doesn’t have the answer to that but she does know that last night would have never happened.

“can you just stay with me tonight? it’s really quiet in the bedroom.” her voice is gentle, she always had a soothing lilt to her words, but tonight, her voice is laced with exhaustion and almost a hint of fear. she brings her arms around herself, eyes fixed on the man she called husband. he’s an attractive man, she knows he’s popular with the ladies too, but she was never drawn to him when they were classmates, partly because he was dating her best friend back in highschool.

now she wants him to hold her, just for the night. until the sun comes up and the bad dreams fade away.

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tw: funeral!

there's a sense of déjà vu, when minhyuk steps into the altar hall. earlier this month, he remembers discovering a death certificate for go jihyun. except, it was an infant go jihyun. and today, he stands in front of her altar, her portrait adorned with white and light pink roses, her favourite flowers. nobody would have thought that pink roses would appear at a go family funeral but this was his baby, the girl he raised all by himself from the moment he saw her. it was the final thing he could do for her. her real name was chen anna; he had called the hospital where she was born and switched with the stillborn go jihyun. her mother was a fifteen year old student who wanted nothing to do with her newborn baby, born on valentines' day and gladly gave her up for a meagre 5000 usd. how would she feel if she knew the baby she had taken for a mistake would grow up to become the sole heiress to a vast fortune?

it was against custom for parents to send off their children, but this was the least minhyuk could do for the girl who had played the part of his daughter for 20 years of her life. lowering the white chrysanthemum to the altar, his gaze lingers upon her portrait, as if trying to immortalise her happy smile in his memory. she had a beautiful smile, one that would light up a room wherever she went. but on this portrait, it didn't quite have the same effect.

"when you are up there, anna, please take care of jihyun for me." he finally speaks, his voice calm and gentle. it was only right for her to do so when she had monopolised all his years of love and care all while being an imposter for his dead daughter. "i'll take care of rahee for you and this secret of yours so go in peace, my daughter."

twenty years was a long time to be living a lie. those twenty years ended that night.

as he stepped out of the altar room to the press, he lowers his head in a show of grief. "i lost my daughter, go jihyun. i have every reason to believe it was not an accident, she would never do this to herself so as a father i plead to the seoul metropolitan police to bring justice to my daughter."

"mr. go minhyuk, it says on the bulletin that the head mourner is miss jang nari, what is jang nari's relationship to miss go jihyun?" came an urgent voice, this was the nosy kbs reporter, he recalled from previous interviews.

"jang nari is my daughter." he admits calmly. all at once, there was a flurry of camera shutter sounds and buzzing, questions over questions being thrown at him. he raises his hands in surrender. "we are all here to mourn jihyun, please give our family time to grief in peace before we face the public again. in honour and in memory of jihyun, daesan corp will be donating ₩5,000,000,000 to the underprivileged. she was a girl who only had kindness to give, and we want to continue her spirit of giving to those who need it more. thank you for coming here today, please enjoy the food before you leave." he takes a step away from the media circus and lowers his head in a bow.

jihyun's life may have ended but the family legacy must go on.

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house of cards! han wol (fc. byun jungha) 

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house of cards! han wol (fc. byun jungha) 

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tw: dying!

wol remembers the rays of sunlight that dazzle her as she takes her first steps out of the orphanage, she remembers the stark contrast of warmth that hits her skin and the coolness of the ground below. she remembers taking a large gulp of fresh air, clean, scentless air, the first she’s ever had in her memory. she remembers running until her lungs feel like they’re about to burst and her heart is on fire but it was exhilarating. she remembers running down the endless hallways of the palace with moongyu and jaeseok until they fall onto a heap on the ground laughing like there was no tomorrow. she remembers the way her chest restricted and how she felt her heart ache when she watched hwan wither in pain during one of his episodes. whenever he was in pain, she was too. but she never understood him, not like this, not like now.

at first it felt like someone had lit a fire under her skin, the burn raging through her veins, immobilizing her appendages, leaving her at the mercy of her assailant. it was pain like she had never felt, contracting her every muscle, she tried to scream for help but no sound would leave her throat, any viable effort on her part would be futile with the chaos that echoed through the ballroom.

“why?” she croaked, voice coming out strangled and coarse. She never got a proper explanation why he wanted her out of his life so badly, even to the extent of making sure their farewell was a permanent affair. If he wanted to take her life from her, he at least owed her one last story.

there was a bright light, she could see, looming from the distance, that was only getting larger and larger. it beckoned at her, drew her close like a moth to a flame. it felt like once she stepped into that light, all this pain would stop, all will be right again. she’d go back to her room, change out of these clothes that never really suited her as well as a warm hoodie and a pair of baggy sweatpants, she’d pick up her pen and diary and finally complete the entry she had started but never finished and she’d go to bed and fall into a deep peaceful slumber. no more pain.

“my name is hwan.” the six year old boy had introduced himself in soft, dulcet tones.

“and my name is wol.” the little girl replied, shyly, yet her eyes shined with warmth for her new friend.

“will you stay here with me?” the room he was kept in was dimly lit and cold, no place for a young boy like himself, no matter how ill he was.

“i can’t stay, but if your highness is lonely at night, you can look at the moon. it can be your friend in the darkness. some days it can’t be seen but it’s always there. that way, you won’t ever be alone, okay?”

there was it, the moon, its full face staring right down at her, its luminance undefiled by the glass ceiling overhead, casting a soft glow against her pale skin.

wol remembers every second she’s spent in this palace, from the moment she had walked in from the side door of the palace kitchens, to the day she met prince hwan, the day he left and this very day. and all of a sudden, everything finally clicks. tears well up in her eyes and all she can feel is guilt and regret and she wishes so desperately she can tell him one last thing face to face. just one last thing-

“hwan, i’m sorry.”

the poison delivers its final blow.

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everything happened all to quickly for ning to fully process in her state of insobriety but the loud, resounding slap that her sorority president just landed on the man she was just locking lips with was enough to snap her back into soberness. she didn’t get all the words jennie was using on seokwoo but she understood “fucking asshole” pretty well. in that instant, jennie’s anger has ning feeling all too conscious about herself, pulling down her dress that had been hiked up far too high and wiping off seokwoo’s saliva from her face. ning can’t help but flinch when jennie looks in her direction, feeling like a middle schooler who’s been called to the principal’s office. except it was way worse, because these time there were so many eyes on them, watching this little shit show she never signed up to be a part of.

“word of advice, babe: if you want to sleep around, try to avoid the seniors who only want to use you to make their ex girlfriend jealous.” jennie’s words feel like a slap across her face too. “you.. you..” she walks towards seokwoo, her feet taking her to stand by jennie’s side, horrified and aghast at herself and him. “you fucking asshole!” she spits out, mirroring jennie’s tone when she cussed him out. “how dare you use me! to make my sorority sister jealous? we’re done!” she hisses, and it’s probably the drink speaking because ning yizhuo never raises her voice at anyone or anything. “i’m so sorry jennie.” she meekly apologizes to her sorority sister, “he’s dead to me now, alpha gamma alpha swear.” she raises her hand, desperate not to let some attractive senior get between her president and herself.

she feels dirty now, knowing that seokwoo never had pure intentions with her. that all she was to him was a replacement for jennie, or just someone to have fun with. did she think they could’ve been something more? she wasn’t sure but with the way seokwoo was treating her, she did expect him to have some genuine care for her. what a fucking wake up call this was. was mark also the same? did he lie to her too? does he think of somebody else while his name spills from her lips like a prayer? what is real and what isn’t? jennie’s words have her thoughts endlessly filling her with doubt and insecurity. “i-i have to go.” she doesn’t spare anyone a second glance as she disappears past the onlooking crowd to find a quiet place to clear her mind.

sitting on the steps of the back of the alpha epsilon omega house, kicking off her heels, ning pulls out her vape from her bra to breath in the sweet, sweet hit of nicotine that calms her a little after what she just experienced. she has never raised her voice to anyone in her life. not her parents, not her friends or any of her loser exes. what overcame her just now? she exhales the white, cherry scented smoke in a playful sequence, letting small puffs of the vapor decorate the air in front of her. why was this happening to her? it was embarrassing to say the least to be caught by jennie kim, The jennie kim with her ex who has his fucking hand up her skirt. it was even more embarrassing to think that she’d let him have his way too. and everyone in the room saw them!

perhaps it was time to go home, have a shower to get his nasty touch off her skin, or drink harder, fall into bed with some other asshole and forget everything. if she slutted it out hard enough maybe one seokwoo wasn’t going to feel like anything anymore. resting her head against the cool wall of the frat house she vapes soullessly. her mind travels back to the morning when she was still happily making soup dumplings with mark. he kissed her too, unlike seokwoo, mark doesn’t lure her in with words. he does it with gentle kisses, making sure she’s okay every step of the way. he takes care of her even when he doesn’t have to. he touches her like she’s a soft flower, easily bruised but precious, his hands are hold her tenderly, he only cares about what she wants. a man can’t fake that sort of sensitivity, could he? she wants so much to believe that mark isn’t like other guys. but mark doesn’t want to be more than friends, that he made clear the first night, and she respects that.

why was she thinking so much about him then? right, they made plans to be together tonight. she contemplates sending him a text but she doubt he’ll check his phone in the middle of a party and they were all at the same house, it shouldn’t be too hard to find him. but would he even want to see her now? he’s probably seen the mess that happened earlier. a worry hits her: what if he’s mad at her because she was off sucking face with someone else’s ex. he couldn’t be, could he? when they had both agreed that they were just messing around with no feelings involved. so why does this irrational fear creep up her chest and has her heart pounding so quickly she can feel it, and she can smell his cologne— fuck she must be drunk because she’s losing her… “hey.” she her mouth acts on its own before she has time to look up and see mark in the flesh, in front of her. “hey mark.” she tries to smile at him, but she doesn’t quite know how to do it when her head’s all messy and confused and he’s here.

and he smells like warm hug on a chilly autumn night.

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was yerim truly the psycho everyone labelled her? even when from the tender age of three, made to believe that she would never amount to anything unless she succeeded her father’s legacy? she was constantly compared to other children regardless of age or gender. just because she was the daughter of the esteemed captain, kim joongi, from the moment she stepped onto training grounds, it was a free for all to judge and criticise. when she finally earned her freedom through a lifetime of servitude to the crown, all eyes were on her once more. would she prove herself worthy of her rank? or was she simply a product of nepotism, an impressive exterior but delicate inside? she strived to work the hardest and push all her limits but no matter how hard she tries, she wasn’t the best. she had to be. what would her family think of her if she wasn’t?

at 21, she fell in love with a man who saw her nothing more than a shiny object with no value. to him, she was simply a rich girl who knew nothing of the world and therefore did not deserve the world. with each fight, each argument, his sweet lies and even sweeter pleasure, he stripped her of the last of her self-worth. he made her believe she couldn’t do better. when she gave him all that she could, he called it whorish and threw her love back into her face. she was devastated when she lost him, how couldn’t she be when he was her whole world? she was ready to sacrifice her honour and her family if it meant making him happy but their entire relationship was nothing more than an elaborate joke on his part to shame a rich girl who didn’t know any better.

yes, she stabbed him.

five months of thinking, if she just tried a little harder, if she could please him better, maybe, he wouldn’t be ashamed to introduce her to his friends and family, maybe, they could meet at places with people that weren’t just them. maybe, he would be less ashamed of her. then all of a sudden, everyone’s fingers started pointing towards her because how dare she, a woman trained in combat hurt a man, unarmed, for breaking her heart. how dare she soil the family name with such a scandal? how could she cause damage upon silla’s reputation? before people knew her story, she was the villain. the psycho ex. the stabber.

no one seemed to trust her anymore and she couldn’t blame them, she couldn’t blame anyone but her own rash mistakes. but she never cowered away from responsibility, she never made a fuss when anyone brought up the incident, no matter how much of a torment it gave her. she tried to make light of it; perhaps joking about it will help lessen the trauma she gained from that fateful night. but when she lies in bed, she can’t fall sleep until she’s smoked a blunt and the cannabis pulls her into a dreamless slumber. she’s not addicted to that stuff, she just really needs to escape the nightmares.

the first time she let a boy break her heart, it was ignorance, if she let’s it happen a second time? it’ll be stupidity. so yerim is careful this time around. she doesn’t open up to men so easily now. seo youngho was just a friend. when they first met, she never thought she’d see him again. then came his first message, inviting her to spend time with his son and she does. anything to take her mind to a happier place. it was easy to become his friend. he knew nothing about her or her family and for the first time, she could be herself. simply kim yerim without her family reputation, without her status, without any prior judgement of who she is and what she did. that was what he was until he let her into his life and gave her a picturesque view of the perfect family. first it was his hands, then his lips, and then yerim dares herself to believe that she could actually be loved and accepted for who she is.

if someone told yerim on the day she met youngho at the university, she’d end up in his bed with his name spilling from her lips as desperate moans, she’d never believe them. but there she was, succumbing to his needs. but he never had the intention of fulfilling hers. all she wanted all her life was to be told she was worthy of love, she was precious to someone. anyone! yet his love was not hers to claim. it was too late for yerim, she had already gave her heart away. she was banished from his life as quickly and as easily as she was welcomed when her past finally caught up to her. she couldn't be mad at him no matter how much she wanted to hate him for judging her based on her mistakes when she had given him nothing but all the good she had. yerim knew that she could never deserve someone like youngho. those precious memories they shared, she held them close, choosing to remember only the happiness they shared.

he was the sunflower shining brightly in the sun and she was the weed that grew around him, unwelcome and waiting to be weeded out.

yerim is tired, she doesn’t have anything to fight for anymore but she wakes up anyway to try better another day because it’s all she knows to do. try, try, and try again.

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instinct, she discovers, proves to be nature's first line of defense. before any of his words can properly process in her mind, there is a chill that runs through her body, rendering her motionless. suddenly her limbs are numb and she can feel her heart thump in her ears. for the first time since the first time she's laid eyes on him, she's afraid to look at him. how would she react? she could think of a billion ways she would react if she could just stop in time and plan her actions before actually... reacting.

she's a trained fighter, viscous and lethal and her body moves faster than her lips. it's her instinct to defend and to protect. so before he can say anymore, she pulls out her switchblade she keeps in her brassiere and holds out the blade at his chest, just an inch to the left over his breastbone. her hand is shaking as she stares down her blade, and another hand joins in to steady herself. if she thrusts that blade through him, she'd never have to hear what he has to say, she'd never have to have her own heart ripped to shreds, she'd be in control and she'd never lose him ever; she would end him and he could be hers forever.

but she can't bring herself to take the plunge. not when- she dares herself to take a glimpse of his eyes and there she is, looking back at herself, begging her not to do it. one arm falls to her side, then another, and the blade falls to the ground with a resounding clink. "i-" her voice is raspy and she can't seem to get any other words out. all the sounds she seems capable of making are her quivering breaths, taken in uneven succession. finally she whispers,

"i don't know."

he's scared. she has never killed (a human, at least) in her life but she registers his wide-eyed expression as one of a prey in the face of a predator with no where to run. and just like in nature, he doesn't plead his case with her, he freezes and when she's vulnerable once more, he fights back with his words, like a cornered zebra. she cocks her head to the side, taking in all of his features like it's the last time she'll see his face again. she came in here minutes ago looking for some comfort, here she finds it in the hypocrisy of his words. the numb that had consumed her body starts to wear off. her lips are quivering, her uneven breaths get heavier, the rise and fall of her chest more evident than ever and her shoulders tremble.

she's laughing.

yerim can't speak, her manic laughter, taking over and she takes a step away from the man she gave her heart in all its entirety to with a bitter grin on her lips. when she finally calms down, she has tears in her eyes but they don't roll down her cheeks and she lifts her chin to face him. "don't you see? i wish i could just fucking kill you, seok. i really do." she stretches her arm to put her hand over the spot he's clutching in fear. it could have been so easy, not messy either if she leaves the blade in his chest. "but you're right i'm selfish, i want to love you even when you won't let me." it finally sinks in when she hears it as her own words. he doesn't love her and never did.

she sinks into the ground, pulling her knees to her chest as she feels her emotions finally catch up with her. she wants to sob, scream, bawl her eyes out but the tears don't hit. she's exhausted. "i'm sorry." she murmurs and she picks up the fallen switchblade to returns the knife back into the handle where it can't hurt anyone. the blunt cold metal against her palm reminds her of the first time he tells her he loves her. it's the same coolness as their ice-cream chilled lips, spilling false promises, giving false kisses, making fake love in the frigid march air.

cold. yerim remembers she hates the cold. and in his eyes, that's all she sees. her fingers tighten their grip over the hilt of her knife and her tears finally fall, with her arm, as she strikes him.

blood. there's blood. she's hurt him. the sight of the switchblade etched into his thigh jolts her senses and she stares at him in a panic because what the fuck did she just do and what was she going to do now. her first thought was to remove the blade but she remembers her training, leave the object in the body until a doctor removes it. what was it she had to do, then? she racks her brain for the answers while the sight of wooseok's blood starting to stain the floor under him pulls her further into distress. she looks around his room frantically, her hands shaking and she can't hear anything but her own thoughts, a voice, screaming at her conscience to further guilt her, and another, yelling at her to get a grip.

pressure. she has to put pressure to stop the bleeding. she makes a dash for his towel cabinet, tripping over objects she couldn't bother avoiding in the process, to get a clean towel to hold against the wound. she trips again, trying to get herself to him and she stares at the knife once more. fuck, fuck, fuck- what does she do now? "fuck... lie down seok, lie down..." she pulls over the culprit that tripped her the first time around- a bathroom stool and slides it under his calf to raise the wound over his heart. with the towel she procured, she wraps it around the blade, careful not to push it further into his flesh. "i'm so sorry, seok, i-" nothing she says right now can make up for the harm she's physically inflicted onto him and she knows it. all she could do was to hope to make it up to him until he gets to silla-

she's fucked.

what was going to happen to silla when they find out that a dame sworn to their house was here, on gaya soil, hurting a man, unarmed at that. what would princess chaeyoung say, what would her mother think? or worse, what would her father do? a thousand different implications run through her mind while she pushes against his bleeding thigh as tears stain her cheeks and blood tints her hands red. it's not fucking stopping. "w-wait, seok, i'll go get help. just bear with it for a while!"

she doesn't think twice about her disheveled appearance and blood stained hands, neither does it register in her mind that this is gaya castle and she has no clue what her bearings are when she bolts out of his door, but she knows one thing's for sure.

she's fucked up.

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where the fuck was she.

it was two in the morning, she had just accidentally stabbed her boyfriend- no, ex and was it really an accident? it didn't matter, she needed to get help. there were plenty of guards on duty on her way here but she knew better than to approach a guard for help, approaching a guard in her current state only meant one thing: jail. she could barely stop shivering but it wasn't even cold. this was fear, she discerns; she's fucking afraid. at least he's not dead, she tells herself, at least it was just his leg. people have recovered from stab wounds in more precarious places. but what in the name of silla was she supposed to do now? escaping the guards wasn't an easy feat but now what? who was she to ask for help with a bleeding butler lying in the servants' chambers? a maid? a royal? and when her identity is finally found out, what happens then?

the cacophony of emotions, thoughts and her guilt washes over her all at once and she's on her knees, bawling her heart out. there is a palpable pain in her chest that sinks into her stomach that drives her nauseous. losing wooseok was her greatest nightmare and she lost him, hurt him and left him all too quickly in rapid succession. and there's the red on her hands, a constant reminder that she's the bad guy here, she put that knife in his leg.
there's grief in her tears, remorse in her mind and anger in her heart because how dare he, how fucking dare he tell her she's nothing to him after she gave all of her to him.

her mind stalls when she let's herself cry till she can't control her lips and she can barely stop to catch a breath. she tries to smear off the blood that has long since dried into the cracks of her palm. she wants to yell for help but the words would not form and she cannot stop shaking long enough for her to pull herself together and continue her search for someone, anyone.

under the moonlight, she's on her knees with her palms clasped tightly. then she begs for mercy from the heaven above. if she was to be inducted into the ranks of hell, lord, make it quick.

it was as if her prayers were answered in an instant when a man, steps in front of her. she can barely lift her eyes to properly acknowledge him his words provided sweet relief to the treachery that soaks her soul and pulls her entire being like a gravity she cannot shake off. she's all too ready to confess her sins and accept any judgement passed upon her. she wants to respond to him but every time she attempts to speak all that comes out are desperate gasps for air. instead she grasps his hand, indicating her desperate appeal for him to stay with her, and shakes her head when he asks if she is hurt. she's not hurt physically, that much is true but she feels completely torn apart.

yerim doesn't know who this man is and she doesn't know if she can trust him yet she does anyway. he didn't look like a guard and he didn't call for her to be taken away and here in the night, he walked alone without fear on the castle grounds. if she had been clear of mind, she would know better than to engage with a man who falters not, in the face of darkness. from the moment wooseok delivered his blows, she had lost her right to call the twilight her safe haven.

it takes her a long while before she finally finds some semblance of calm. "i- i-" she stammers, letting his hands go, pressing her palms against her torso to hide their stains but it didn't matter when streaks of rust covered her clothes and skin. "i hurt someone." she finally looks up at him, the glow of the moon above them illuminating his devilishly handsome features. "h-help him." she pleads, clutching her chest as a new wave of shame pricks at her chest.

who did she hurt? she looks at the man before her, seemingly impassive to the fact that she looked as if she walked right out of a murder crime scene- it would have been, if she had taken her first plunge. wooseok's name was at the tip of her tongue but she couldn't bring herself to voice out his name. "he- he's..." her voice cracks under the strain of her delirium. "he's at the.." yerim has to stop to purse her lips to prevent a fresh spell of tears from pulling her apart once more. "the servants' chambers. the butler wooseok. my-"

'ex-boyfriend.'

she cuts herself before those words, signifying the finality of their relationship. it was well and truly over now. there was no way she could beg, cry or rip apart her dignity to get him to take her back after what she had done. but even if she did not cause any bodily harm to him, would she still get a second chance? wooseok's words that had lead up to that moment had been peppered with 'if's'. but the his eyes held no love for her, why couldn't she have noticed that earlier? he's a fucking coward, yerim decides, a coward to have broken up with her with suppositions instead of the flat truth. he couldn't even give her the a sliver of respect by being completely upfront. he couldn't even admit he had cheated and lied to her for all those five months. "i fucking hate him." she whispers, looking at jongin in earnest, "but i don't want him to die."

in the distance, the faint sound of an ambulance sounds, causing yerim to jump in shock. in her panic, she mistakes the sirens for law enforcement. she stares at jongin in horror and desperation. her fingers grip into the flesh of her arms as she holds herself. "are they here to take me away?"

his hand is stretched towards her and with the moon hidden behind his standing figure, jongin looks like a saint from the heavens and she looks at him with pleading eyes, searching his face for a confirmation of her salvation. she's enveloped in his shadows but in the dark, she can see his palm and the lines etched in his palms, how clean they were, unlike her own. if she took his hand, she'd stain them too. his face wasn't that of god, but he spoke the words of redemption. yet, was her sin his to forgive?

did yerim want to pull another person into her crime? but she didn't want to face her doom just yet. she couldn't when she still had a million things to achieve, and a million more to discover. she wasn't ready to face what she deserved just yet. in her human selfishness, she takes his hand, climbs to her feet and follows him. she doesn't know where this blind trust for this man comes from. he could be headed to the guards for all she knows. she'd follow him off a cliff right now if he brought her there. she's lost control now, the reins are in his hands.

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she's had a taste of freedom, fleeting, but now she knows what it meant when the training wheels come off and you’re all by yourself without dad holding your back and mum ready to catch you when you fall. and fall she did. to utter rock bottom. the tip of her silver blade caresses her skin ever so lightly, it makes her hairs stand and she traces the blue of her veins up her wrist and off her palm. she has more control than to create a mark so easily seen, so exposed that the whole world could see her weaknesses she tried so hard to hide from daylight.

what did she do to deserve this unexplainable dull pain that started at the back of her throat and sat in her stomach like parasitic demon, hollowing her insides ’til her desire to eat, drink or sleep had run dry? she longed to scream, kick, cry, anything at all. but her limbs would not respond to her pleas. and even her tears felt unworthy or being shed. perhaps that is what she was: unworthy. she was born into her privilege, her damehood was her birthright. all she had to do was the follow the carefully curated steps into attaining everything that had been allocated to her even before her birth. she was unworthy of the wealth she never had to lift a finger to earn. unworthy of being loved for who she was behind her rank and her skills. without all of those things she’s just a liability to him. and yet without all those things, who was she really? to her parents, she would be an unwanted child, unable to bring them glory, never going to make them proud. to silla, she’d be a useless upperclassmen that made no contribution to the fabric of society.

wooseok was right, she was selfish. she wants it all. love, attention, recognition. she wants her mother to look at her with the same kindness she offers her siblings. she wants her father to gaze at her with pride and to finally cease with the constant reminder that she needed to uphold the family name. she wants a love that picks her the same way she chooses them. she doesn't need them to tick all her boxes but she wants to be the right girl. the girl they can hold hands with on the streets in aerok on a sunday afternoon. yet she single-handedly took all that away from herself with a stroke of a blade into a man who was not worth the trouble.

the royals sitting in their gilded thrones. revered, prized and beautiful. did they know how it felt to be scum on the shoes of the person they gave their heart to. trampled upon and ready to be flicked off once their time was up? no, their time would never be up. being royal was in their blood just like how it was in her blood to always be on the outside looking in. they were smart to figure out early on that love was a hindrance in the face of progress. what had she achieved in those months she spent chasing after a heart she could never own?

absolute fucking nothing.

she sticks a cigarette to her lips and lights it, taking a deep drag, filling her lungs with a poison so calming, it could be killing her slowly and she'd let it. there were no take backs to the hurt she inflicted upon wooseok, but she could experience it with him. the blade in her hand meets skin and her eyes fall shut.

must be nice to be sitting on gold, instead of whatever the hell the surface she's on is made of, she thinks, as she presses a clean rag into her a fresh wound. she's in tears but she applies more pressure for a long time. the creeping numbness in her legs and inability to move lulls her into a hazy placidity and she relinquishes the control over her thoughts to the voice that lives inside. she was wrong about love this time. love, when it rebounds, could hurt as much as she had given. it was beautiful when she thought it was real, and just as high as his fake love had brought her, the gravity of truth had done just as much damage. as she tapes up her wound and she takes a wobbly step out of the bathroom back on the couch of the guard station. she wipes clean the any evidence of her heartbreak off her cheeks and forces a smile at the shrinking moon overhead. she deserves a second chance, a man once told her. she doesn't know how true his statement is but she's going to give his words a chance.

when the dawn breaks, everything will be better.

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"are you saying that he slept with you, but he loved me?"

it's quite laughable hearing it spoken out loud. kyungri's asking her a genuine question but she hears it as a piece of mockery. a joke. yerim's the joke. he loved kyungri even after all of that. what was yerim to him anyway? a cheap lay just because kyungri was married and unavailable? a body to warm his sheets because he was lonely? yerim digs her fingernails in her palms when she wills her head to nod at her question. yes, they had sex. no, it was cheap, meaningless sex, for him at least. yerim wishes it was just a big fat prank she's pulling on kyungri because right now it's exactly what it sounds like.

no one's laughing.

yerim's not surprised kyungri knows, princess chaeyoung's on her friends-only list on instagram after all- a blessing in disguise too. now she doesn't have to be the first one to bring up that elephant in the room.

"i didn't know you knew each other until after. i don't know anything about your relationship with him or any of the details. we met last year in october and hung out as friends, i might have had a crush on him that i never knew i had but we've never crossed the line. so if you guys were dating then, i wasn't... i wasn't an affair." she doesn't dare to look kyungri in the eye when she speaks, her eyes boring into her empty wrists against her lap as she stood before her princess. submissive; that was what she was and what she'd always be in front of kyungri.

everyday when yerim opens her eyes, it's a new day to serve, a new day to remind her she's the servant and kyungri's the master. in whatever situation, the pecking order would never change.

"after that you go married, that's when we got intimate. but that was also when i found out he was in love with you all this while. i didn't mean to sleep with him- i mean i wanted to then but i didn't..." the more she tried to explain the worse she felt she was making the situation out to be, "we had a bit to drink and we had spent so much time together, it just happened. i don't think we saw it coming." she says but she doesn't quite believe what she's saying either. the way youngho had moved closer to her, touched her and the way he kissed her made her believe at some point, somehow or rather he had genuinely wanted her. but it wasn't love, no.

she was just an object for his lust, she deduces, her fists uncurling and she bites on her lip to stop the surge of grief that washes up on her. when he kissed her she thought he was going to give her a home, a family, a new start. she could already picture it. a simple life with evenings spent putting jeongsuk to bed then curling up on the couch while the television listened to them share about their day and watched them fall in love with each other night after night, or weekends like the ones they had spent, receiving compliments about having a lovely family, except this time youngho wouldn't be lying when he said 'thank you'. instead she's left with nothing but tainted memories.

"but he loves you, not me. he never loved me." she speaks as calmly as she can, even offering the princess the upward curl of her lips that was supposed to resemble a smile but it fails horribly.

"do you think i can get him back after he slept with you? to let the people know their princess fell in love with a guy like that? and why are you telling me this?"

she blinks in confusion at kyungri's harsh words. was she not understanding that yerim was here to clear the air between them? that she didn't want kyungri to continue to live under the cloud that was yerim's wrongful relations with youngho. but as she listened on, her confusion turned to guilt. from her words, it sounded like she had indeed been the third person in their relationship. yerim knows she did nothing wrong, but she felt sorry for the princess. if they had loved each other, youngho's departure and finding out about their sexual relations must have been a huge blow to her. "i'm sorry, your highness." she glances up at the older woman with hesitation. yerim's feelings were even more complicated now than she had been when she first approached the subject.

"what i meant was that i'm not part of this equation, it was just a moment of..." yerim racked her brains to think of an appropriate word. passion wasn't it, youngho had no passion for her. lust was too crude, she didn't want to paint the man she loved in such a light. "a moment of intoxication. he regretted it the moment he realised what he did. so please forgive him, even if he isn't here anymore." her last words come out in a whisper. yerim didn't think she'd hold this man in her heart for so long, even after what he did to her but she wanted to protect him, protect everything he loved. protect the version of the man she fell in love with.

kyungri loved him too, perhaps she still does, judging from her anger. yerim was the dirty person, tainting their mutual love for each other with her unrequited one.

she felt it the morning after when she sat in his bed, bare and alone, having to face the fact that it was nothing more than a one night stand to youngho when she had already given all of herself to him and not just physically. she knew she had assumed the role of a villain when he had taken making love to her for making a mistake. there was never a too late for her, that train never arrived at her stop.

why was she telling her this? "your highness, i thought i was doing you a favour by clearing up the air and apologising for what i did. but it seems like i've opened up some past wounds. you didn't fall in love with the wrong man, i did." she admits, "i just hoped you could get some peace, i'm really sorry." she cups her mouth to repress her desire to sob and the bile that had been sitting at the back of her throat all day from hunger. "i-i shall leave, i'll be outside if you need me." she bows and takes a step back to let allow kyungri to close the door if she wanted her to be gone.

the moment kyungri’s door closes in her face, the dam breaks and her tears flow down her cheeks like tributaries bursting from a pregnant river. she cries ever so silently, like a child who’s afraid of getting of santa’s naughty list, wiping her endless stream of tears on the sleeves of her jacket. it turns out, just like scrapping a knee, heartbreak doesn’t hurt any less the more you experience it.

“i’m sorry, kyungri. i didn’t mean to put you through this pain too.” she mumbles, her eyes still fixed on her feet, firmly stuck to the ground, unable to pry herself from the princess’ door. “i thought if you knew, maybe you could get him back and then he’ll be happy with you.”

yerim’s not a selfless person. she’s many things, stubborn, impulsive and self-piteous. selfless and considerate, she was not. she knows she isn’t so why, behind her selfish desire of this man, lies such a horrifying thought she never knew she was capable of thinking. why did she wish him all the happiness even when it was not hers to share?

yerim turns around and slums against the cold walls of the alcazar. she had no desire to go to sleep when there were nightmares waiting for her, reminding her of all her deepest fears every single night when her head hit her pillows. only when she has reached peak exhaustion and passed out into a deep dreamless slumber, then can she get some rest. she’s tired but there are so many thoughts running through her mind that even when she closes her eyes, she’s still awake.

she’s really, really tired.

one day, she thinks, one day she’ll close her eyes and sleep for a long, long time. no dreams, no nightmares, just peaceful slumber.

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taemin's voice comes through the wire in her ear and she turns to look at her captain. she doesn't know how to tell him her arm quite literally doesn't work anymore. she's in the most pain she's ever endured in her life but she hasn't given up. her eyes might be watering but she wasn't in tears. for that little achievement, she raises a thumb at him with her good hand and proceeded to move to the back of the warehouse, ready to assist in the recovery of the royal hostages.

"you're captain kim joongi's girl." a calm, cool, familiar comes from behind her. a lone figure steps out of the shadows. it's the same man from earlier, the one who had shot her from behind and knocked her out cold. he's not holding any weapon in his hand and he doesn't seem fazed by the fact that she's pointing her gun right at him. "you're tough, like your father. the both of you have that same obstinate stare." he smiles at her and leans against a tower of crates.

"you're knight jeong seokwon." she barely whispers, finally placing a name to his face. she knows this man, he was once under her father's command when he was captain. as a young knight, he was very promising and would have became captain himself if not for an unexplained accident. no one knew what happened but suddenly he had fallen out of favour with the silla king and placed in some unassuming role until his early retirement.

"i'm surprised you're here, i thought my warning from earlier was enough to keep you out of this. i thought you were just a little girl i could scare off. seeing how you're still here, you're no different from your father. a dog." he spat.

"don't say that!" yerim takes a step nearer, pointing her gun directly at his chest. she looks him in the eye, unwavering. who was he, a failure, to talk about her father like that.

"you're dogs, both of you! for these so-called blue bloods who never deserved any of their wealth and power. all they had to do was to be born in it. your father was a skilled man, he could have made his mark as the greatest warrior in aerok but instead he dedicated his life grovelling at the feet of royals like a dog! do you want to know what your father did for them? how he went against all his morals to do their dirty work? all the innocent lives he took?! all the honour and pride he spoke of and carried were built on loyalty to evil and the blood of innocents." he chuckles in a deep baritone.

"stop it. stop it!" yerim yelled, pushing her nuzzle further into his chest. her gaze falters and the former knight takes his chance to hit her arm away and pin her against the crates, an arm against her throat and his body holding her captive. she glares at him stubbornly, but she doesn't dare move an inch. he had picked her up so easily in the library. now she was well and truly trapped. she didn't dare make a sound in case he made quick work of her. she regrets not shooting at him when she had the chance but his wonds had her enthralled. as much as she wanted him to shut up, she needed to know the truth.

"i was going to spare you because i watched you grow up, yerim. i thought your father would have spoiled you into being human but you're just another fucking dog." he breathes into her ear. "so i think i'll leave a message for my old mentor, captain kim joongi. from the night he relayed those orders from queen jeongsuk, he ruined my life. now, i'll return the favour." the knight cradles he face gingerly, gazing upon her as if he was studying her every feature. "you're really beautiful, just like your mother. it's a pity." he simpers and then quick as lightning, he pulls out a dagger from his belt and plunges it into her chest.

at first she feels nothing then crippling pain jolts through her entire chest and yerim is unable to make a sound. all she can do is grasp at where the knife had entered her with her good hand and gasp for air. there was nothing else she could think but 'make it stop!'. it hurt so much and suddenly dying didn't seem like a bad option. seokwon steps away from the young dame, watching her crumple and collapse to the group, heaving in breathlessness and intense pain. then he raises his voice and yells at the top of his lungs, "help, dame down!"

before anyone arrives at the scene of his crime, he gives her one last look and escapes through a broken window into the forest. as yerim fights the urge to pass out once again, her eyes fix upon the dagger sitting in her chest. she had never seen this dagger in her life, yet engraved on the handle was her family crest and name, uiseong kim.

she can hear footsteps running towards her and the sound of voices but she's all out of energy to see if it was rebels or her team mates running to her aid. instead she fixes her gaze on the seedy warehouse ceiling above her and she thinks she can see the sun from a crack in the roof. sunlight... how nice it must be to bask in the warm sun instead of the cold hard ground...

then slumber takes over her exhausted body like rain after a long drought. finally, she can rest.

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the hospital ward in the icu was unbearably lonely when jongin wasn't around to keep her company. she was placed under psychiatric care now, after the whole fiasco yesterday. there was nothing in the room she could use to hurt herself and now every half an hour, someone from psychiatry would come in to check on her, on top of the regular nurse that came in to add opioids into her iv drip. she preferred to sleep the hours away so she wouldn't be left alone with her thoughts when she was alone or face any probing from the doctors that wanted to know how she felt every other hour.

how did she feel? what else could she feel but a total waste of a human being. she couldn't even lift an empty cup with her left arm. the doctors said that it would take at least a month from her splint to come off and another four months of rehabilitation and physiotherapy to regain normal function again. that meant half a year before she could return to the alcazar. she saw no future for herself, nothing to live for- until jongin, her brother. he was there for her when she needed him most. every single time she found herself lost and alone, there he was with open arms, giving her another chance to try again and do better.

on that rooftop, when he held her in his arms, she found her reason to live. not for her father, not for silla, for him, her brother. the only person in the whole world who would love her so wholly. and for another reason; taking back what they deserved. if yerim's life was saved that day, it was to be for a reason. she couldn't die. not when there were so many bastards out there who had yet received their just deserts. there was blood on her hands she could never erase, what's a few more bodies to that headcount.

taemin's voice and familiar heavy footsteps disrupted her slow lull into yet another nap and she blinks her eyes to clear out the sleep in them before turning her head to face the two (second and third) most important men in her life. her captain and his captain. they were completely unaware about the attempts she had made against her life the day before and she had no intention of letting them find out. but her father was the last person she felt ready to face after all that had happened.

yerim knew what was coming. it wasn't words of concern or tender care but words that the old man thought would toughen up his eldest daughter and spur her to work harder to get better and rejoin the guards quickly, all the things she didn't need to hear when the voice inside her had already screamed the moment she regained consciousness. she knew she was useless, she knew she failed to rescue princess chaeyoung, she knew she had failed to defend herself against seokwon.

"dad, taemin." she mumbled under her breath in greeting, showing no emotion on her pale and lethargic face.

when taemin came over to hold her hand, she felt a tinge of pain in her chest. she hadn’t had the energy to smile at the nickname she knew he used affectionately on her that slipped on accident. instead, she blinks at him lethargically, not moving a muscle. she already knows what her father- no, captain kim joongi was going to say but it doesn’t hurt any less when he does.

her father knows her to be impulsive and thus, careless, something he had time and time again warned her about. lying in the icu was enough proof for the former captain that his daughter had not fought against her poor instinct, had not obeyed his training and put herself in the line of fire. she wasn’t his only heir but she was his daughter. despite his harsh words and cold gaze, he could never forget the day the young dame was born to him and his beloved wife. how small she was in his arms, so helpless and fragile. and now twenty two years on, he relives the same pang of something in his chest he can’t quite put his finger on, when he sees his oldest daughter, his biggest headache and greatest pride, lying in the intensive care unit, broken and breathing out of a tube.

“i didn’t raise you like this.”

he regrets it the moment his words leave his lips, even before seeing all the life drain out of his daughters face. he doesn’t mean it that way, he just wants to tell her he didn’t train for all these years only to be hurt in the line of duty because which father could watch his baby take a knife in her heart, lose her ability to even wield a pen in one arm and have bullets lodged in her body. she was his little girl, even if he never told her, she was precious.

the sudden beeping of the monitor that tracked yerim’s heartrate sends nurses and the doctor on call into a frenzy, pushing taemin and him out of the way to begin resuscitation on his daughter.

that was his daughter.

kim joongi regrets not holding her in his arms when she sits on the floor of the dojo crying for her mother, he wishes he could have told her he was proud of her when she came home for the first time after her knighting ceremony. he wishes more than ever that he never taught her how to hold a gun, a sword, a nunchuck, a bow. if he didn’t, perhaps she wouldn’t be lying here without a heartbeat while doctors sent electric currents through her body in an attempt to restart her heart. kim joongi hasn’t prayed to god in a long time but he does so today.

“ heavenly father, my girl has done no wrong, if someone must go today, let it be me. please, have mercy on my child, she’s been through too much. lord, i beg you.”

kim joongi never cries but today, he makes an exception.

“charging to 250.”
“clear.”

the sound of the defibrillator sending another shock through her chest is loud. but the long beep of the flatline on the monitor is deafening.

“charging to 300.”
“clear.”

“continue with cpr!” a doctor hisses. nobody in the room was willing to give up just yet. she’s only twenty two, she’s barely seen the world, and her father is right there, looking at her like she was his whole world.

the flatline stops. the numbers show a 30, then a 52, then it steadily climbs to a 79.

“she’s back.” the doctor exhales loudly and steps away from her tiny frame while yerim slowly regained consciousness. “we’ll keep monitoring her. it’s not uncommon for patients who have lost a lot of blood in surgery to experience a heart attack. she was out for a little under a minute, we’ll have to check for any signs of brain damage or any hemorrhaging we might have missed during the surgery.” she bows to taemin and her father before leaving the ward.

kim joongi turns to walk out of his daughter’s ward. he doesn’t know how to tell her he’s glad she’s alive and he’s too ashamed to look at her. “taemin, tell yerim i’ll see her at home.” he whispers to his favourite mentee, landing a shaky hand on the captain’s shoulder before walking away.

every single time, he walks away.

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in the age of modern technology, it was too easy to see him again but it was the sinking realisation of being a whole twelve hour flight and eight hours of time zones apart that made her resent the looming boarding time. "of course it is." she looks up at him almost bashfully, stepping into his open arms and wraping her own firmly around his torso, resting her chin against his shoulder. a tear she'd been holding in for the longest time stains his shirt and she's glad it isn't easily noticeable. "i'll be home again." she murmurs, wiping her cheeks clear of any evidence. she doesn't want to let go but people are beginning to stare and she has a plane to catch. finally letting go of him, she takes a step back and catches sooeon's hand in hers, all while her wistful eyes keep his gaze. "see you."

everything happens for a reason, ara muses, as she takes a step further from dongwook and closer to where she needs to be, where she knows she wants to be. if she was never a victim of a terrible abuse, she wouldn't have the loveliest daughter any mother could wish for, if that scandal never broke, she would never have met dongwook that very day in the midst of a swarm of human bodies and if she never met him, she would never have given herself a chance to wonder how it would be like to have a normal family or to be treated like a normal girl. and ara would never admit it, not to herself or to anyone at all, at times catch a glimpse of her own imagination where he's the normal in her life; a constant she could go home to. but it's not the time for thoughts like these, and it may even be too late.

slowly, she backs away until she can't anymore and turns away from him, taking short strides towards her new future. once she's through the gate, she takes one last look through the glass to where he was. would he still be there the next time she returns to this airport? she doesn't dare to wish that he would because hope might lead to disappointment. she wants, so badly to hold his last words as a promise, but she knows better than to do so. "gate number 42, sooeon, where's gate 42?" she looks down to her daughter and the little girl points in the direction of the numbers 35 - 45 on a signage board.

the fourth of february- that was the day they met. ara thinks herself silly for being able to recall such trivial details, she doesn't quite know why she does either yet she can't quite kick the memory out of her mind.she remembers the first time he said his name to her, every single word. "i'm lee dongwook, by the way. is there anywhere you have to be? i'll give you a ride." he had said. she has someplace to be, she always has. only now, he can't give her a ride. but maybe, just maybe, one day she'll have a place to be and he'll be her destination.

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Standing in front of the mirror, Ningning contemplates her agenda for the night. 1. Meet Jennie Kim, 2. Have a good time with Jisung, and 3. Confess to him. The first two was easy. It was Jennie’s party after all, even if she saw her idol from afar, she would be satisfied. Having a good time with Jisung was even easier, they always had fun when they were together. It was number three, many things could go wrong with number three. Her mind ran through all the possible scenarios that could happen. He could be completely and utterly disgusted at her and she could say it was a joke and they’d laugh about it. He could also tell her she’s a joke and laugh at her. Or he could possibly even like her back and they’d share smiles and run off into the sunset happily ever after. Or he could tell her he doesn’t like her the same way and never speak to her again.

Right then, Ningning wishes she had the Eye of Agamoto to see what was going to come.

“Jisung, you’re right, I do like you.” she tells her reflection in the mirror with a small small. “Oh fuck I look constipated.”

“I like you, I don’t know if you like me back but if you do that’ll be cool.” she blurts out anxiously, then sighs. “No, that’s too much pressure for him.”

“Jisung, I don’t know when it started but I realized I have feelings for you. I like you for realsies.” she whispers this time, staring straight at the girl in the mirror. She looks different today, not the usual facade of confidence that borders on arrogance. Like she’s scared and vulnerable. Is that what falling in love looked like? If it was she was terrified of it. “That was so gross he’ll never speak to me again, fuck.”

But when did she start to feel different about that clown? She wasn’t too sure herself. It certainly wasn’t when she first joined the company and was so homesick she spent an entire evening crying against a very awkward 14 year old Park Jisung (she swore he cried too), or when he finally debut with that god-awful blonde hair and she was so happy for him that she used all her savings to buy him a game he had his eye on for months, or when she finally debut and he nearly bought an entire convenience store’s worth of food for her.

No, she remembers now, clear as day. It was an evening at Chenle’s when she was sandwiched between the two neos, getting absolutely crushed at Mario Kart and in desperation, she threw all her banana peels in Chenle’s direction only to completely miss the older and Jisung got the brunt of the attack. “Fuck, I’m sorry that wasn’t meant for you.” she hisses and throws her head back in despair. Jisung didn’t say anything but he took the controller from her hands and switched it out with his. He won and she was a close second and Chenle nearly threw them out of his home that day. “Jisung, I love you.” she said to him in her jubilance, and he simply went “Don’t be so fucking gross.” and flicked her forehead. She didn’t think too much of it then, when a slight discomfort twanged in her chest but now she knows.

She knows now there is no going back.

Ningning saw how Karina and Donghyuck broke apart. She knew all too well that if she didn’t tell him now, she’d never tell him and who knows, one day she’ll be standing in Donghyuck’s shoes, knowing that all the maybes were just never going to come true. She came all this way to Seoul, chasing all the maybes, to live with no regrets, she wasn’t going to let Park Jisung be her biggest regret.

“Let my future know over the whole world and kwangya, I loved without any regrets”

“Park Jisung, I don’t know what to say to you because you leave me speechless, not because you’re a dumbass, which you are, but because I like you, and that makes me a bigger dumbass, but I’m okay with that. Will you like me too?” she takes a deep breath, straightens her spine and gives the girl in a mirror a nervous grin. No more maybes, no more hiding. She’ll be brave for herself and for Jisung too because he’s an idiot.

“Even if my wings snap and you get hurt, you’re stronger than anyone”

But he’s her idiot.

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she did this to herself. and to him. she’s hurt them both and what is she doing? sobbing to her pet gecko with her mascara running down her cheeks. while she was expecting some kind of rejection, she didn’t expect him to get upset like that and now thinking back on what she did, she was really fucking selfish, unloading her unwanted emotions onto the boy without any consideration for how he felt about her and about yeojin, the girl he loved. she was the villain in someone else’s story once again. the last time she fixed things by ghosting donghyuck, this time, she wasn’t sure if ghosting jisung was going to repair any of the damage done to their friendship, not that there would be anything to ghost since she’s sure he’s never speaking to her again.

“it hurts so much, ddoongie, i think your dad hates me.” she murmurs to the beige little gecko sitting on her knee. wiping away her tears with the back of her hand, she puts ddoongie back into his glass tank and curls up in bed to cry harder. she was sorry more than anything. sorry for herself that she can never win. not in games, not in love, not even some respect from the boy she’s had a crush on for so long. and above all she’s sorry she ruined his night and made him so upset. she wished she could text him to apologize but he probably didn’t want to hear anything from her ever again.

donghyuck said she can just get over him, he’s just a boy. but donghyuck is wrong. he’s not just a boy, he’s park jisung, her idiot park jisung with whom she shares every part of her life with. if she could simply get over her feelings for him, she’d done so the day he told her he liked yeojin. but she did not, and could not. what makes her think she can do so now?

he was never hers to love, not then, not now. she never needed him to love her back so why did she even bother to tell him about her burdensome feelings?

now the milk is spilt and all she does is cry and feel sorry for herself. she wants to stop, be rational and snap out of this pity party but it hurts, it physically hurts so much. there are no words she knows of that can explain what she’s feeling but everything fucking hurts.

perhaps these are growing pains. her parents always taught her that love was unselfish, love was kind, and above all, love was being happy when someone else is happy. the only way the pain could end, was if she really let him go and be happy he’s found someone he loves even if it was someone else. she would need a month or two or maybe ten, but she could let go. eventually.

but for now, she’ll ruin his hoodie further with her tears until she exhausts herself with heartbreak.

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the treehouse
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plot: i don't want to watch the world end with someone else

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plot: i don't want to watch the world end with someone else

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kun might be a super villain but he has a heart, to be precise, he has a heart for her. when he's finally defeated by the city's superheroes, kun realises that maybe he doesn't want to die because she's still here.

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If the World Was Ending (feat. Julia Michaels)

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If the World Was Ending (feat. Julia Michaels)

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i don't want to watch the world end with someone else

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i don't want to watch the world end with someone else

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l. mark — fwb, crush
npc! k. seunghyun — boyfriend

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listen to the goddamn qualified scientists

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listen to the goddamn qualified scientists

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full name. ning yizhuo (vivian)
age. 20
height. 161 cm, 5'3
weight. 45 kg
talents. singing, drinking, doing make up
sexuality. pansexual
background. parents are rich shanghai business people, she grew up comfortable and exposed to western values despite coming from a conservative home

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♌♋ July 23, 2002
— leo-cancer cusp
— outgoing, confident, fun loving, rebellious, lazy when it comes to serious things, cheerful, generous, party animal, good-natured, a little spoiled, abg vibes

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☆ long blonde hair
☆ always wears eye make up
☆ dresses in korean street wear/ y2k styles / designer wear

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☆ vapes a cherry scented nicotine juice
☆ flirts with everyone who flirts with her first
☆ always takes a mouthful of plain rice (if there is any) before eating her meals

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⁰³ mark l. [A] 7 hours ago Reply

ur very pretty ningning

⁰³ mark l. [A] 7 hours ago Reply

but not very smart obvi

baekby
— Today at 3:43 PM

mark is the happy frat boy who’s actually always sad/doubtful inside while ning is the brooding sexy sorority girl who’s actually a ball of sunshine

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idolverse! c. yewon
@ law of the jungle

idolverse! n. yizhuo

@ haechan's room, say 3.0

@ stage, say 3.0
@ jennie kim's party
@ aespa dorm

casiaverse! y. jimin
@ airport

casiaverse! g. younjung
@ younwoo's apartment

casiaverse! n. vivian
@ AGA

casiaverse! k. minjeong
@ resort

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❝ mama called me destructive, said it ruined me one day ❞

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❝ mama called me destructive, said it ruined me one day ❞

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| joseph yi myeong
| faceclaim: lee jeno
| age: nineteen
| birthdate: april 23, 2002
| ethnicity: french-korean
| sexuality: heterosexual

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| blood status: pureblood
| house/year: first year gryffindor
| patronus: unknown
| boggart: a weakened version of himself
| wand: yew + dragon heartstring + 9 1⁄2 inches + solid

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| height: 177cm / 5'8
| weight: 59 kg / 130lbs
| hair color: currently dyed brown, had a blonde phase
| eye color: dark brown
| body modifications: a piercing on each ear
| style: he enjoys hoodies and sweats as much as the next guy but when he's out an about he prefers to dress smartly in jackets and suits

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| close friends / family call him myeong
| his name is pronounced jo-zef
| but no one ever gets it right
| never bothered to correct anyone either
| classic frat boy
| trusts everyone
| flirts with everyone (except jazzy)
| overly competitive
| doesn't know his own strength
| commitment-phobe (before holly)
| calls everyone "mate"
| attended Académie de Magie Beauxbâtons
| but was expelled in his first month
| apparently frogs did not belong in hallways
| found himself at home at hogwarts
| his best subject is charms
| he got 4 'Outstanding's for his O.W.L.
| In Charms, Transfiguration, Potions and Care of Magical Creatures
| And Exceeds Expectations for everything else

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yi myeong spent his childhood between his family home in london and their holiday home in the south of france or le Midi as he called it. he was always mischievous, playing pranks on his cousins and the house elves. when he was three, his father taught him how to ride a broom and ever since then, he travelled everywhere around the family's estate on broomstick much to the annoyance of his au pair.

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his mother always wanted him to attend beauxbatons like she had and enrolled him there when it was time for him to go to school. much to her dismay, he was expelled in a month at the prestigious french magic academy for instigating a large frog invasion of the pristine hallways of the academy. after that, he was sent to hogwarts where he could be himself with much less severe consequences. he was very nearly sent to durmstrang to learn some discipline and he was on his best behavior for a whole week to get out of that.

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the hat very nearly yelled "gryffindor!" the instant it came close to his head. there he met his rival jasmine yim and his life was changed forever. from then on joseph threw himself head first into trying to outdo her in everything from potions to herbology and even flying.

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my girlfriend is the view ♡ counting the seconds before i can see you again

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my girlfriend is the view ♡ counting the seconds before i can see you again

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first holiday apart, she said she’ll leave me for the ghost of christmas :pensive: i’ll miss you my love @hollybjolly

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first holiday apart, she said she’ll leave me for the ghost of christmas :pensive: i’ll miss you my love @hollybjolly

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⁰² hyungseo k. 4 minutes ago Reply

she's doing such a good job as a member of abg- i mean aga adsofhaoih

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⁰⁴ seokwoo k. [A] 2 minutes ago Reply

but yes ningning earns the frat invader badge :rofl:

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⁰⁴ seokwoo k. [A] 1 hour ago Reply

this has caused me emoTIONAL DAMAGE

⁰⁴ seokwoo k. [A] 1 hour ago Reply

took me an hour thinking of what to write to ning and 11 minutes later she replies back :WEARY:

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⁰³ mark l. [A]5:23:52 PMReply

damn how is ning sleeping w mark and rowoon then Mark again in three days !! did rowoon not eat her out and be like hmm ,,, tastes like Church !!

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⁰¹ minjeong k.10:41:33 PMReply

so true

NINGNING BIG PP !

⁰¹ minju k. 30 seconds ago Reply

NINGNING BIG PP (2)

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⁰² donghyuck l.11:04:15 PMReply

⁰¹ minjeong k. 30 seconds ago Reply
haechan: SIKE !

⁰¹ minjeong k. 38 seconds ago Reply
ning: today is such a good day to

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general details.

— seo youngho

— 28 years

— straight

— moved to kobasho when he was 18

— lost his gf of 10 years to a shooting at 25

— smokes weed, sells weed

— runs a motor repair shop

— showers twice a day because of the grease

personality.
— really laid back

— helpful

— takes a lot of scare/shock him

— quiet

— keeps his opinions and emotions to himself

physical traits.

— dark hair

— lean and muscular

— he's hot oKAY

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kim minju.

friend's sister, turned roommate, turned crush.

ha nayoung. (npc)

dead love of his life.

ha sooyoung.

sister of his dead girlfriend.

sitala.

acquaintance, he lets her live in his pantry while she sorts out her life.

yewon.

acquaintance, he buys things from her.

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“Cabin crew prepare for take off.” the Captain’s voice sounds over the speakers in economy class, where Jimin was running the service tonight. It was a red eye flight, a long-haul one too. Normally such flights were good for the money but a pain to service. The amount of drunk people on such flights were greater than average, and unreasonable requests were to be expected. Still, Jimin didn’t mind. She liked her job despite the low wages and thankless work she had to do. Going to her seat at front of the economy cabin, she fastens her seatbelt and prepares herself for the descend. Past the rows and rows of economy class, first class, and up the stairs to the upper deck of the airbus, was the cockpit, a place she didn’t really have the opportunity to be at since she was only a junior flight attendant at Lavande airlines. There was someone in there, however, that was part of the reason she was excited for the flight.

First-Officer Jung Jaehyun.

As the plane begins her journey down the runway, Jimin allows her mind to wander to the first officer, who she knows she’ll get to meet soon enough. He always found a way to catch her onboard or if it wasn’t possible, they would spend all their time off the plane together, exploring foreign cities and enjoying new cuisines together. They’d never put a label on their relationship but it didn’t bother her too much. He was popular at their airline, and despite having every other flight attendant throw themselves at him, he always thought of her first.

“Ladies and gentleman, this is your captain speaking. We are currently cruising at an altitude of 30,000 feet at 350 miles per hour. The skies are clear and we are expecting a smooth flight ahead. On behalf of Lavande airlines, I wish everyone a pleasant flight. Good night.” The seat belt sign turns off after the captain’s announcement, pulling Jimin out of her daydream. Usually the two pilots would take turns to fly the plane’s to and return flights, and tonight she was really hoping that it was the captain behind the wheel so she could catch a glimpse of someone she missed dearly. For most of tonight’s flight, she would be in the galley preparing drinks and cup noodles for passengers and making her rounds up and down her allocated aisle in her figure hugging uniform and pray that no drunk passenger will try to take advantage of her small stature. Economy class came with a never ending flow of requests and she knew she wasn’t going to get much rest tonight. She couldn’t get to him but it didn’t mean he couldn’t get to her, she hoped. She’d save a cup of noodles for him just in case.

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haechan's gf
— 08/20/2022
tell me why i talked in this server abt wanting fluff and yoobi messaged me with “let’s make markning more painful”

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❀ 〉 chaeyeon j。 [A]6:57:29 PMReply
when all jae did was scam u into thinking u were soulmates but ooo wasted 5 years of ur life and embarrassed u in front of everyone u know
and yet u still choose him

❀ 〉 younjung g。 9 months ago  Room →

Although, nor would any of his fellow groomsmen, Ong Seongwoo had chosen four of the most single, relationship allergic men Zhan knew to stand with him on his wedding day. Smart.

TRULY