#I don't always know everyone so it's nice to become familiar with a small chunk of a design at a time lol

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Kissing Strangers 💋 (Patreon)

[achubbydumpling]

What A Waste Of A Lovely Night

Rating: Explicit Words: 1552 Pairing: Lee Bodecker/Original Female Character Tags: non-con, rape, mentions of pregnancy, breeding kink, this is nothing like the gif up there, heed the bolded tags

I don't have an excuse, enjoy! how horny are we tonight? because this really shouldn't be as hot to me as it is, but here we are, I guess

Lee had been Sheriff for as long as she could remember. In elementary school, he'd given a talk about staying safe around strangers, in high school about the dangers of drugs and now she regularly served him at the diner down the road from the station.

She'd had ambitions to move away at 16 but after falling head over heels for a boy in the class above her, she'd decided to stay instead. At least until they're married. That would make it easier to find a house, maybe even one with enough space for a few children.

Lost in thought, she didn't notice the Sheriff hadn't left his seat at the counter. Usually, he made his way back home way before she closed the diner.

"You need anything else, Sheriff?"

He smiled and put his hat on as he stood up.

"Just wanted to offer a ride to the lovely lady. It's pretty dark out."

Of course, she declined at first. It was the polite thing to do. But her day had been quite long and her protests quickly died down.

"That's very kind of you," she said as Lee held the cruiser door open for her.

"It's no trouble," he answered when he got into the driver's seat. The car dipped under his weight and he cleared his throat.

They drove in silence for a while. Of course, he knew where she lived. It was a small town with few people. Everyone knew each other.

"You still with that boy?"

"Three years now. We're planning a summer wedding," she said as she turned the engagement ring on her finger.

"That's a nice ring. Must've cost him a good chunk of money."

The conversation kept her distracted, she didn't even notice him pulling off the main street until the road got so bad it shook the whole car.

"I-I think you might've missed an exit, Sheriff."

"Lee's fine, honey. And I didn't miss any exit. I know it's hard for you gals to admit, but I've seen you looking, you know."

She made a confused noise and tried to open the car door. Outside it was pitch black—not a light in sight.

"Always bending over the counter just so and shoving those pretty tits in my face. A boy like you got at home can't satisfy you, can he?"

Panic spread in her body. This wasn't right. Sheriff Bodecker wouldn't—

His hand landed on her thigh. She was still wearing her uniform, a yellow dress that fell just over the knee. Lee shoved the fabric further up. She was just wearing an old pair of cotton panties owing to the mid-summer heat.

"Looks like I was right. Yeah, I could see it in your eyes."

She tried to get away but Lee kept her firmly pinned with just a hand on her lower belly.

"So eager," Lee chuckled. "Stay. We're gonna need a bit more room, hm?"

Even when Lee stopped touching her, she felt frozen. Nothing looked familiar when she looked out of the car window. Lee and the cruiser were the only familiar sights. So, she stayed instead of running blindly into the night.

"Well behaved too. You'll make a fine wife one day."

Lee held his hand out. Almost tenderly he helped her out of the passenger seat and led her to the back seat.

"Go on, honey. And lose those panties."

He didn't restrain her or cuff her. Lee was so sure in his power, that one word would be enough that she'd do whatever he wanted.

The leather smell of the seats stung her nose. They were cracked and covered in stains. He didn't take good care of the cruiser, he didn't take care of anything. With her face pressed against the seats, the other smells started becoming more prominent, blood, vomit—

"Turn around. I wanna see that pretty face, darling."

"Don't-" she swallowed against the tightness in her throat "-call me that."

"Why not, darling?"

"My fiance—"

Tears prickled at the corners of her eyes.

"Oh, honey," Lee cooed. His expression turned almost soft. "We don't wanna think about him right now, do we?"

She shook her head. It almost gave her hope how kind he looked for just a moment.

"I wanna go home." A hiccup followed her whisper.

Lee's smile turned cruel.

"No, you want to fuck me."

As if to prove his statement Lee grabbed her hand. His grip so tight, the bones of her wrist ground together. He ripped the engagement ring off her finger and threw it into the cupholder in the front.

She shook her head. The tears came down harder and stained her cheeks.

"It's alright you don't have to say it. I know you do. No girl wants to say it but you all wanna do it."

Her entire body was shaking from how tightly she was holding herself. She didn't know what to do. Her feeble attempts to keep her legs squeezed together did nothing against Lee. His hand slipped between her thighs like she wasn't even trying to keep him out.

"I never took my chance. Always waited for some sign. I don't even know what it'd have looked like. Now I don't have the woman I deserve at home or the offspring to keep my bloodline around either."

Lee undid the thick belt of his uniform. His belly pressed against the buttons of his uniform and he struggled to get his fingers between the waistband of his pants to undo the button.

When he finally did, he was already hard. Just watching the girl squirm, trying to get away got him going. He stroked himself with one hand and pushed her little dress up with the other.

His thick fingers dipped into her cunt, not yet pushing in, just feeling up the outside. Almost incidentally his thumb landed on her clit. The feeling was completely foreign to her.

Overwhelming. Painful. When he eased up though, her face burned with shame. She tried to turn away from Lee's gaze.

Because she did recognize the feeling then. She'd been caught with a pillow between her thighs, rubbing and grinding against it because it felt so good. There's been a long talk about inviting the devil in afterwards and she didn't dare try again no matter how good it felt.

Now though... something spasmed inside her. Clenching around nothing. Despite herself, she wished Lee's fingers would press inside to soothe that emptiness. A sob escaped her when she realised what she'd just thought about.

"Look at that. That pussy does want to get fucked. She needs to be full, doesn't she?"

Lee didn't look at her face anymore. Entirely focused on his fingers stroking all along her cunt. She couldn't help the twitching and fluttering. Her legs seemed to move on their own account.

"Please-" Tear-soaked voice rough in her throat. She couldn't say what she was begging for. She just knew she couldn't stand the looming threat of something any longer.

Every touch ceased. She lifted her head to look at Lee, but at that moment he gripped her legs and pulled her closer. Her head slammed back against the seat with a thud. Any pretence of softness or kindness was gone when Lee buried himself in her with a single thrust.

Pain radiated out from where Lee was pushing his dick into her and her lower belly cramped hard.

"Stop!" she sobbed pitifully but it only seemed to encourage Lee.

"I don't like—fuck—" Lee interrupted himself with a moan," —don't like 'em too wet, I need some friction, honey."

Her nails dug into the leather of the seat as she tried to keep her body still in an effort to avoid any more pain.

"Not—not gonna be long, then it'll feel good. When you're full 'a me and my cum dripping out of you."

His mouth hung open as he sped up his rhythm.

"Gonna keep you full. Yeah, knock you up. Young thing like you 's gotta—" Lee leant forward and placed one of his huge hands on her stomach "—gotta be a fertile heifer."

He'd barely groaned the last word when he thrust in hard one last time. As he came he was grinding against her, trying to prolong his own pleasure. Those motions sparked that feeling low in her cunt again and sickness rose in the back of her throat. How could this feel good after everything?

Lee pulled out before she got anywhere close to an orgasm.

He pushed the few drops of cum that were dripping from her cunt back inside her and wiped his fingers on her white cotton panties.

Then he straightened her dress, wiped away her tears and grabbed her engagement ring out of the cupholder to force it back on her finger.

He pushed her legs inside, while she lied still and stared up at the roof of the car. The door shut loud enough to make her flinch.

With a grunt, he let himself fall back into the driver's seat which shook the entire car and he turned back onto the main street up to Brewer Heights.

"Y'might wanna make that a spring wedding actually," Lee said over his shoulder, "if you don't want everyone talking about that baby bump during the ceremony."

[flameo-firelord-hotman]

Part 1

Pairing: Zuko x Fem!Reader

Genre: angst

Warnings: none

Words: 2.1

Summary: to everyone she knew, [y/n] was a peasant, destined to be a servant just like her parents. To Zuko, however, she was his best friend. After losing his agni kai and being exiled, [y/n] was devastated. She thought she would never see him again. Three years later, she almost wished he never came back.

A/N: it’s finally here! So sorry for putting it off for so long. I felt unmotivated and like this wasn’t very good? But I’m posting it now, so there’s no going back lol. Enjoy! And please give me feedback :)

Part 1 -> Part 2

Series | Masterlist

Despite being a lower class citizen, [y/n] was very familiar with the halls of the Fire Nation Royal Palace. Her parents had been working as servants for the royal family since she was a little girl. Her mom was a housemaid. Her dad was a groundskeeper. To be a servant for the royal family was an honor, and [y/n]'s parents instilled this in her. Sometimes they brought her to work to teach her the skills she would need to become one as well.

Yes, her parents fully expected her to become a servant. Doing so was typical for citizens of her status. Specifically, though, her parents expected her to follow in their path and work for the royal family. Perhaps that would change when she met Zuko.

"Hi! My name's Zuko! What's yours?" A bubbly boy asked [y/n] one day. He was eight years old, the same age as [y/n]. His dark hair was pulled back into a high ponytail and he had bright, amber eyes. Back and forth he rocked on his feet, anxiously waiting for her answer.

It was rare for [y/n] to see the royal family, and it was unheard of for one of them to speak to her…until that day.

"M-my name is [y/n]. It's an honor to meet you, Prince Zuko," [y/n] replied bashfully. She bowed carefully to show her respect for the Firelord's grandson, as her parents had taught her to do.

"You don't need to bow to me. You're my friend now!"

[Y/n] quickly straightened up. "But, but--"

"Will you play with me?" Zuko asked eagerly. [Y/n] turned to her mom, who was washing linens. She wasn't sure if she was allowed to.

Her mom quietly said to her, "if the Prince wants you to play with him, then it's okay." [Y/n] turned back to the young boy and nodded.

From that day on, they became best friends. Previously, [y/n] never looked forward to coming to work with her parents. It was boring, and the palace and everyone in it seemed so intimidating. Since meeting Zuko, it became the one thing she looked forward to.

They often played games in the palace gardens, or played hide-and-seek inside the palace with Zuko's mom, Lady Ursa. On occasion, they would play with his sister Azula and her friends Mai and Ty Lee (but only when the princess let her).

Eventually, instead of waiting for [y/n]'s parents to bring her to work, he would invite her over for playdates. Even as they approached their teen years, Zuko continued to invite [y/n] to hang out. As they matured, they grew closer. [Y/n] didn't realize it at first, but gradually she realized: she had feelings for Zuko.

Then one day, the invitations abruptly stopped. [Y/n] could never forget. The last words Zuko spoke to her on that day would echo in her mind: I'll be fine, [y/n]. Don't worry. I've been training for years. I'm sure I can take on this guy!

She didn’t get to watch the agni kai, and she was glad she didn't. She overheard all the palace staff whispering haunting rumors about it afterward. If only she could've been there for him. [Y/n] begged the guards outside of the infirmary to let her see Zuko, but they wouldn't.

Then, the next day, he was gone. And so [y/n] grieved the loss of her best friend and crush, so sure she would never see Zuko again.

"Momma! Papa! I'm home!" [Y/n] called as she walked into their apartment, returning home from a long day of work.

Three years had passed since that fateful day. During that time, [y/n] slowly adjusted to her new life: one without Zuko, as well as one as a housemaid. At thirteen, she began working for one of the Fire Nation's many rich, noble families. Soon she would gain the experience and expertise to become a servant for the royal family…though she was not fond of the idea of working for the family that Zuko was no longer a part of and in the home that Zuko no longer lived in. The thought of it was dreadful.

"Oh, [y/n]!" Her mom cheered as she jogged up to her. "You will not believe what I heard at the palace today!"

"Momma, please, you need to get a new hobby," [y/n] said.

Her mom was always eavesdropping and gossiping with the other servants about the royal family. [Y/n] couldn't blame her though; it was the only fun thing to do at work.

"Oh, this isn't a rumor, [y/n]. It's real," her dad chimed in as walked into the room.

[Y/n] chuckled. "Well, if dad says so, then I'm curious. What is it?"

Her parents looked at each other and grinned before turning back to [y/n]. "Prince Zuko is coming home!" They exclaimed.

[Y/n]'s jaw dropped. She was speechless. No way. They're not joking, right? They wouldn't. That would be a cruel prank. But still, Zuko was given an impossible task. That can only mean…

"Sweetie? Aren't you excited?" Her mom asked with concern. "Are you okay?"

[Y/n] nodded quickly. "Yeah, yeah. I just don't believe it. It's too good to be true, you know?"

Her mom clasped [y/n]'s hands in hers. "Well, sweetie, it is true. Please tell her, honey, so she believes me!" She turned to her husband and laughed.

"We had a large staff meeting about it today," her dad explained. "We were told that he and his sister, Princess Azula will be here in about three days."

"Wow…this is really happening, isn't it?" [Y/n] asked.

"Mhm. Now, your mother and I are going to be working hard to welcome them home for the next few days. Don't be surprised if we return home late, okay?"

"Okay, papa," [y/n] smiled, trying to contain her excitement.

"And don't worry, we'll make sure you get to see him when he comes home." Her mother winked, making [y/n] giggle.

Over the next few days, [y/n] prepared for her reunion with Zuko. First, she made sure to have the day off. Second, she used her savings to buy a nice outfit. Third, she gave her hair a trim. Finally, she rehearsed everything she was going to say to him: that she missed him so much, how sorry she was for not being there for him, that she wished she could've gone with him, and that she was beyond excited to be with him again…perhaps she would confess her feelings for the prince too.

And when he returned, [y/n] was ready. She wore her new outfit: a short, rose colored tunic and sash over a long, maroon skirt. Her [h/c] hair was styled half-up, half-down with a top knot. It was a simple look, but she thought her best friend would like it.

A massive crowd gathered outside of the palace. Just about everyone living in Royal Caldera City was there. [Y/n] and her parents got as close as they could, which was unfortunately quite far away. They could barely see or hear Li and Lo speaking from the balcony…something about Azula invading Ba Sing Se and taking down the Avatar with Zuko.

"Now, the heroes have returned home! Your princess, Azula,"  shouted the two old women. Right on cue, the princess strutted out to the edge of the balcony. [Y/n] squinted her eyes to see her. Everyone around her cheered and clapped.

"And after three long years," they continued, "your prince has returned…"

This was it. This was the moment [y/n] had been waiting for. Her heart pounded in her chest, her jaw tightened, clenching her teeth, and her palms began sweating. The anticipation was killing her.

"Zuko!" Their voices boomed over the crowd.

And there he was: the banished prince, approaching the balcony's edge. [Y/n] stared in amazement. It really was true. Zuko came home! She jumped and cheered and clapped with the rest of the crowd.

After the public announcement, [y/n]'s parents brought her into the palace "to help with housekeeping." Yes, it was lie, but the palace guards believed it. They were very familiar with [y/n] and her family after all. Quickly, she strode through the halls of the palace, going to the one place she knew she would find him.

The hall opened to a large garden behind the palace. Beautiful flowers and bushes surrounded the area. Stone steps and tōrōs led to a large weeping willow next to a pond. The willow's long branches draped over the edge of the pond, the tips of its leaves tickling the water's surface. Beneath it sat the boy she was looking for. He was feeding small chunks of bread to a family of turtleducks.

It was like a dream. For the first time in three years, [y/n] was looking at Zuko's face. A large, patch of rough, red skin covered the left side…a remnant of his agni kai. It was shocking yet saddening. However, Zuko was still very handsome. His dark hair was pulled back into a top knot and decorated with a regal hairpiece. He had grown taller, his jawline was more defined and he had become more muscular. Zuko was no longer that little boy [y/n] remembered, which begged the question: did he remember her?

As [y/n] approached the prince, Zuko noticed her and made eye contact. His body froze and eyes widened.

"Hi, Zuko," [y/n] greeted him anxiously.

He immediately stood up and dropped all the bread chunks. The turtleducks took advantage and gobbled up every last crumb. "[Y/n]? Is that you?"

"Yeah! You remembered me."

Zuko beamed and opened his arms to [y/n]. They hugged each other tightly. [Y/n] felt three years of stress and tension in her body dissipate as she relaxed into his embrace. Not only was she seeing Zuko again, she was hearing his voice (which had deepened), she was feeling his warmth, and she was remembering what he smelled like.

"Of course I remember you," Zuko said, "how could I forget my best friend?"

"It's silly, I know…but it's been so long," [y/n] replied. They separated and looked at each other. Those amber eyes still shined just as they did when she first met him. [Y/n] felt her cheeks turn rosy.

"You're right. I'm really glad to see you again. I've missed you."

[Y/n] smiled. "I've missed you too. I have the day off if you want to hang out and catch up!"

"I'd love to," Zuko started, "but I can't. I'm going out with Mai today."

[Y/n]'s smile faded. "M-Mai?"

"Yep, he's taking me on a date today," a familiar voice from behind [y/n] said.

[Y/n] turned to see Mai approaching them. She gave Zuko a sweet smile, which Zuko reciprocated. Then, she clasped her hand in his and wrapped her other hand around his bicep. She rested her head on his shoulder and looked at [y/n]. [Y/n] felt her heart drop to her stomach.

Mai was as gorgeous as ever, not to mention she was wealthy and noble. Of course, Zuko would date her. [Y/n] suddenly felt stupid for even considering telling Zuko about her feelings. Why would a prince go out with a commoner? Why would a prince fall for one in the first place? Why did she think she had a chance?

"It's about time, if you ask me," another familiar voice interrupted [y/n]'s thoughts.

Azula, someone else she hadn't seen in years, strutted into the garden with a hand on her hip. As a child she was quite bossy and intimidating. From the rumors [y/n]'s mom told her, she never grew out of that behavior. Even now, she was giving [y/n] a dirty look.

"Oh please, Azula. It's been three years, and I just got here," Zuko scowled at his sister.

The princess scoffed. "Everyone knew Mai had a crush on you. Well, everyone but my idiot brother." Mai blushed and gave Azula a look, while Zuko groaned and rolled his eyes.

[Y/n] felt very out of place and uncomfortable. She wanted to leave. She wanted to run away. She wanted to go home. She wanted to lay in her bed and curse herself for thinking this was a good idea. Sure, [y/n] was beyond happy to see Zuko again, but she was also crushed knowing that his heart belonged to someone else. Moreover, being in the presence of Azula made her feel threatened. [Y/n] knew the princess despised her.

"Well, um, I'll leave you all to it. Have fun today…" [y/n] quietly said, smiling weakly.

"Okay, it was great seeing you again, [y/n]!" He said cheerfully.

"Yeah, it was good to see you too."

No…no, it wasn't.

[stoopsbookstore]

The Fan (Chapter 8)

Warnings - Fights, Drugs, Death

"Can you tell us what has happened, miss Y/N?"

Y/N blankly stared at the center of the metal table, Jieun and the cops waiting for anything to come out of her mouth. Screenshots and pictures have been placed in front of her, memories of them freezing her in terror. Hongjoong, Haeun and the other members waited outside the room, Hongjoong and Sanghee staring at them through the one-way mirror.

"It's all her fault."

Hongjoong turned to Sanghee, her fists clenched in rage as they watched like they were at a zoo, "what do you mean?"

"It's her fansite, she jumped on your cock. She was never satsitfied with being just the main dancer, she wanted to be the main vocal, she wanted to be the leader, she wanted a solo car-"

"Stop projecting, Sanghee," Chinsun stopped the slander of Y/N, Sanghee whipping her head around.

"Am I wrong though? It was always Y/N this, Y/N that, what about us?" Sanghee pointed to Yunhee, "She's working on an acting degree, but 'oh no shes too young, can we have Y/N please?' What the hell is that?"

"You had a colla-"

"Oh, the chorus of 5 words with LE and Solji from EXID in a remix of 'I Love You,' how nice!" Sanghee grew sarcastic, thoughts of wondering what happened to their once-close knit group.

"You've always been so greedy," Aya raised to her feet, the crutches tapping on the floor as she walked to Sangee, "You have never been happy. It's not like Y/N purposely goes off of her way to fuck us over. It's KQ and the fact that maybe people just don't want a fucking cun-"

"Dumb fucking bitch!" Sanghee pushed Aya, straddling her and pulling her hair, the others trying to pull the girls off of each other.

The yelling caused the cops to leave Y/N and Jieun alone, Jieun wrapping her arm around Y/N's shoulder.

"You don't have to tell them anything, but you have to say something," Jieun gently pushed Y/N's face to look at her, "you could help stop this boy."

"What's the point? Bloom is over, Sanghee hates me, Hongjoong can't even look at me right now," Y/N rested her head on the table, using her arm as a pillow, Jieun stroking her back, "we trained for so long for some stalker asshole to ruin everything."

The cops came back in the room, Jieun closing her mouth, not getting a chance to respond. Gathering the papers, Officer Hakyeon and Officer Kyuhyun offered Y/N one last olive branch.

"If you'd like, we could set you up in a hotel, away from the other girls. They have already agreed to it. If you don't want to, you'll go back with Miss Haeun and Mr. Hongjoong, but there is no guarntee we can keep an eye on what will happen."

"We'll give you time to think."

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"Are you really closing your site, San?"

Hongjoong asked his close friend, hiding the smile that was tugging on the corners of his lips. They went to the mall, Hongjoong offering to lend an eye to San. The news of Bloom's uncomfirmed disbandment had led to anyone who had up their merchandise to take it down, most unwillingly to accept that the group was over.

"I'd rather not be on this guy's list anymore than I already am," San swirled the ice in his paper cup, "it's one thing to go after me, but going after my parents' studio"

Hongjoong zoned out, watching an employee at Hot Topic pull down posters of the girls, leaving Y/N for last.

"As it should be."

"What?" San looked in the same direction as Hongjoong, seeing the way the older boy looked at Y/N, "You've never been into Bloom and now all of a sudden, you're into Y/N?"

"I've always said she was my favorite," Hongjoong shook out of his blank mind, looking at San with an innocent look in his eyes, "where's the bathroom?"

"Uhh," San was sketched out, pointing to the general direction of the bathroom, "this way."

Hongjoong handed San his bag, a weird heaviness coming from the small bag. Normally not the one to snoop, San took the chance to peek in his friend's bag, finding an employee hallway and placing it on the floor.

Unzipping it, San was shocked to find a camera decorated with the all-too-familiar white jasmine flowers.

"Did you find anything interesting?" San turned around to see Hongjoong with a completely different vibe about him, he was walking towards him in a dangerous way, San backing up to hit a locked door, "I asked you a question."

"Hongjoong, you're Milt-"

Hongjoong punched San in the gut, the boy falling to the floor in pain, his attempts to crawl away ruined by Hongjoong kicking his ribs. San tried to fight back, landing a punch on Hongjoong's thighs, but little happened.

"You were always such a pussy, you know that, right?" Hongjoong grabbed San's hair, pulling back and hitting his face once on the wall, San falling to the floor as Hongjoong continued kicking him in the stomach.

"Leave," kick.

"Y/N," kick.

"Alone," kick.

San was almost unconicous on the floor, one last kick to his throat keeping him grounded. Hongjoong's phone went off, reminding him to swipe San's before he left the cement hallway.

"Y/N? Hey, what's up?" Hongjoong's voice went back to being cheery, the tense emotion coming out of the speaker, "Do you want me to meet you at the company, you know, for moral support?"

Hongjoong zipped up his bag, walking to his car, the parking lot lights turning on and casting a demonic shadow on his face.

"Alright, I'll meet you there."

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"Due to recent events, KQ finds it better if the girls of Bloom part ways. Lee Sanghee has decided to try her luck at a different company while Aya, Chinsun, Y/N and Yunhee have decided to stay with the company and focus on solo endeavors."

Jieun made the annoucement at a meeting in front of KQ's main office, the ocean of reporters throwing questions at the five girls who were all stone-faced, hiding their true emotions from everyone.

Why is Sanghee the only one leaving? Was she kicked out? Are the rumors that she's on drugs true?

Is Y/N still with that Hongjoong guy? Is Y/N pregnant? Are they getting married?

Are Bloom members going to redebut? Is Chinsun going to become the new leader?

What's next for the members? Is Yunhee taking up any acting gigs? What will happen to Aya?

Hongjoong showed up in the midst of the commotion, a mouthmask hiding him from the parasitic papparzzi, waving to Y/N and getting her attention. Y/N softly smiled at Hongjoong, Sanghee noticing this and since she has nothing left to lose, let out all of her anger.

Winding her arm back, she threw her fist into the back of Y/N's head, Y/N turning around to react, but Sanghee already had her hands on her throat. Y/N held Sanghee's wrist, trying to pull them away as the camera flashes begun to blind everyone, Jieun getting some of the security guards to escort Yunhee, Aya and Chinsun into the building, more shouts and yells coming out of the audience. Hongjoong tried to get to the girls, only to be pushed back by the photographers and reporters. The girls were finally pulled apart, Y/N bleeding from her nose and scalp, Sanghee with a busted lip and a chunk of Y/N's extensions in her hair.

"You want to know why Bloom is disbanding? Because this bitch is pathe-"

"Enough!" Jieun came back out of the building, pushing Y/N inside as she tore into Sanghee, "You have done nothing but try to make this entire thing about you. Aya can no longer dance, Y/N is borderline mute, Yunhee is even more tramaztied and Chinsun is only hanging on by a thread and all you could worry about was lines! You're the main vocal, for fuck's sake!"

Sanghee didn't take the verbal lashing, storming from the steps, the camera shutters firing like sparklers during the Fourth of July. The four remaining members were left inside the office building, Y/N and Hongjoong sharing a look before he left.

Following Sanghee, Hongjoong ends up in a dive bar, smoke filling his nasals with an insultingly horrid scent. Putting on sunglasses and sliding next to Sanghee, Hongjoong deepened his voice, getting her attention.

"Who are you?"

"Maybe I could be your friend. I've seen the news, now you're going through a hard time, maybe I'd have something to help you," shaking a small bag of powder in her face, Hongjoong smirked under his mask, Sanghee staring at it.

"How much?"

"Just to be nice, I'll give it to you for free. A little something to clean your soul," a evil glint hidden by his sunglasses at the wording.

"A gentleman? Wow, that's rare," Sanghee took the tiny plastic bag, grabbing a straw from the bar and kissing Hongjoong on the cheek, "thanks, boo."

"Anytime," Hongjoong waited for Sanghee to escape his eyesight before swiping a napkin, wiping the lipgloss off his cheek in disgust, "fucking whore."

Hongjoong let a few minutes roll by, ordering a shot of rum and leaving a tip on the bar. He walked to the bathrooms, seeing a couple leave the men's room, fixing their clothes and hair. Slipping into the women's room, he eviliy grins at the sight that greeted him.

Sanghee on the floor, nose bleeding and her eyes lifeless.