unbloomedrose

[unbloomedrose]

•𝙍𝙄𝙑𝘼𝙇𝙎 𝙄𝙉 𝙍𝙃𝙔𝙏𝙃𝙈•

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No plagiarism this is completely my own idea

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1.-CHP

ᶜʰᵒʳᵉᵒᵍʳᵃᵖʰᵉᵈ ᶜʰᵃᵒˢ

The studio was too clean. Too perfect.

The mirrors gleamed, the floor glistened under the overhead lights, and the silence hung like a noose.

Until the door slammed open.

Her sneakers hit the floor with the force of her mood.

She didn’t care who was watching. She never had. And especially not today.

Because he was here.

There he was.

Leaning against the mirror, arms folded, hair messy in that annoyingly effortless way, chewing gum like this was a joke to him.

Wearing black sweatpants and the stupid oversized shirt that made him look like some street-style god.

Riki Nishimura.

“Oh,” he drawled, lifting his head without even turning fully toward her.

“The ghost finally shows up.”

She dropped her duffel bag to the floor with a loud thud. “And the devil’s still here. How original.”

He turned now, one brow raised, slow smile curling his lips like he knew something she didn’t. “Thought you quit. Or disappeared. Or broke a hip from dancing too soft.”

She scoffed. “Still projecting your insecurities, I see.”

“No, just observing. You walk like you’re angry at the ground.”

“And you exist like you're allergic to humility.”

There were gasps from the background, a few dancers already whispering, edging away from the growing warzone. Everyone knew about them.

They performed hostility.

They didn’t argue.

Riki stepped closer, cocky, controlled, every inch of him screaming I own this floor.

“You here to lose again? Or just thought the studio missed your tragic pirouettes?”

She took a threatening step forward. “Please. If I danced like you, I’d sue my own feet.”

“You talk big for someone who cried in the locker room after our last battle.”

Her eyes narrowed. “You know what’s sad? You keep replaying that moment in your head like it was a victory. Pretty obsessed for a guy who claims not to care.”

He leaned in just a little, his voice dropping like velvet knives.

“Oh, I don’t care. I just really enjoy watching you fall.”

“Then don’t blink,” she said, fire in her throat. “Because this time, I’m taking you down so hard they’ll need a mop to scrape up your ego.”

The music flared up behind them — a beat heavy, brutal, fast. Someone had hit play, maybe on purpose. Maybe because the studio was starving for a show.

Neither of them looked away.

They didn’t need choreography. This was instinct. Rivalry. Hunger. Hate.

They hit the beat in perfect sync.

But there was nothing harmonious about it.

Her moves were sharp, furious. His were slick, mocking.

They circled each other like wild things — beautiful, dangerous, untamed.

And god, it hurt how right it felt.

Like they weren’t enemies at all.

Like their bodies had always known this war.

When the song ended, she was panting, sweat sticking to her skin, fire rushing through her veins.

And he was standing there like he hadn’t even tried.

He wiped his brow lazily with the hem of his shirt, flashing a sliver of abs. “Still too soft,” he said.

She rolled her eyes so hard it could’ve cracked glass. “Still too desperate.”

He stepped forward, mouth barely a breath from hers.

“We should’ve burned each other a long time ago.”

She didn’t flinch.

“We did. We just danced through the ashes."

The studio floor vibrated with bass. The kind that rattled bones and thoughts and everything in between.

She walked in with her headphones blasting a remix she didn’t even like. She just needed the noise.

Of course.

And there he was.

Center of the floor. Hoodie half on. Chain dangling. Sneakers that cost more than her rent.

Riki Nishimura.

He didn’t look at her — not at first. Just kept moving, shoulders ticking to the beat like the room was his personal stage.

“I see your ego’s still louder than the speaker,” she said as she passed him.

His reply came quick, effortless:

“Nice to see your attitude made it before your technique.”

She stopped. “Funny. You sound like someone who lost to me last summer.”

You mean when you cried yesterday?

She rolled her eyes. “I cried because I had to breathe the same air as you for three minutes.”

Someone in the corner coughed to cover a laugh.

The instructor clapped. “Pair up. You two. Freestyle battle warm-up. Go.”

They didn’t hesitate. They didn’t have to.

Because when it came to hating each other, they were perfectly in sync.

The music hit — gritty, brutal hip-hop.

She stepped first, hitting sharp, precise movements that screamed I don’t need you.

He responded fast, body rolling into a glide that pulled every eye in the room.

And they circled each other like wolves.

Snapping.

Spinning.

Too close.

Too much.

Until she hit a drop too hard and he caught her.

Instinct. One hand on her back. The other on her thigh.

Too real.

Too fast, she shoved him off. “Don’t touch me like that again.”

His jaw clenched — but not from offense. From something else.

“Relax,” he said. “I was trying to keep your face off the floor.”

She stepped closer, low voice dangerous. “Next time, let it hit.”

He smirked. But it was softer. Almost… sad?

“You act like you hate me,” he said. “But you never miss a beat when I’m near.”

And for a second — just one — her mouth opened, but nothing came out.

Then, calm and steady:

“That’s because I rehearse. Not because I care.”

They stared.

The music ended.

But the tension didn’t.

Not even close.

"I don’t like you," she said, but her hands were shaking.

Riki stepped closer, heat in his breath.

"Funny," he murmured, "you only tremble like that when it's me."..

They gave each other a cold glare before walking past each other like they don't care about each other or at least they think

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[unbloomedrose]

𝘖𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘴|•

𝘚𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘯 -

𝙃𝙚 𝙜𝙡𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙘𝙧𝙤𝙨𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙞𝙘𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙝𝙚’𝙨 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙣’𝙩 𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙚. 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙 𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙨 𝙝𝙞𝙢 𝙗𝙧𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙖𝙣𝙩. 𝘼 𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧. 𝘼 𝙗𝙤𝙮 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙢𝙚𝙙𝙖𝙡𝙨, 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙜𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙨, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢𝙨 𝙩𝙤𝙤 𝙗𝙞𝙜 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙛𝙧𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙗𝙤𝙙𝙮 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙙. 𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙣𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙞𝙨 𝙖 𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙚𝙩 𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙨—𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙞𝙘𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙞𝙘 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙥𝙨. 𝙎𝙪𝙣𝙜𝙝𝙤𝙤𝙣 𝙙𝙤𝙚𝙨𝙣���𝙩 𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙠 𝙢𝙪𝙘𝙝. 𝘿𝙤𝙚𝙨𝙣’𝙩 𝙡𝙚𝙩 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙘𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙚. 𝙀𝙭𝙘𝙚𝙥𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙧. 𝙃𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙞𝙘𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙖𝙢𝙗𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣, 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙖𝙧 𝙩𝙤𝙤 𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙨 𝙗𝙪𝙧𝙣 𝙤𝙪𝙩. ---

𝘕𝘢𝘣𝘪 -

𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚𝙨 𝙥𝙤𝙚𝙢𝙨 𝙣𝙤 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙨. 𝙏𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙗𝙤𝙤𝙠𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙙. 𝙃𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙 𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙡, 𝙨𝙤𝙛𝙩, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙛𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨 𝙨𝙝𝙚’𝙨 𝙩𝙤𝙤 𝙨𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙖𝙮 𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙪𝙙. 𝙎𝙝𝙚’𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙢𝙖𝙙𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙨𝙥𝙤𝙩𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙨. 𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙛𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙨, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙘𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙨𝙣𝙤𝙬, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙛 𝙗𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙪𝙣𝙨𝙚𝙚𝙣. 𝙐𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙡 𝙝𝙞𝙢. 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙤𝙮 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙙 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙖 𝙬𝙞𝙨𝙝. 𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙪𝙙𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙡𝙮, 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨𝙣’𝙩 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚. 𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙛𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙞𝙩. ---

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“Do you always write about sad things?” he asked, eyes on the snow.

“Only when I want someone to understand me without asking what’s wrong,” she whispered.

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Yet to be published🕊️

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[unbloomedrose]

• 𝒟𝑜𝓃'𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝐼'𝓂•

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𝗟𝗘𝗘 𝗛𝗘𝗘𝗦𝗘𝗨𝗡𝗚 𝗫 𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗘R

[𝑵𝒐 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒑𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅]

•𝙀𝙉𝙃𝙔𝙋𝙀𝙉•

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The sound of photos being taken echoed on the dark night garden as she was spying on the most infamous mafia who sells illegal stuffs to another country mafia she crouched down under the tree so he or anyone won't find her she took some more pic of them talking something her eyes fell on the man who was tall brown skinned with dark hair talkin' sitting on his spinning chair casually

......call is being forwarded.....

..yang121.. is being connected to the call

Hello?.."a male voice was heard on her side as she spoke to her team member informing about that mafia who she's been spying on for a long time she didn't moved a inch neither moved her eyes from him as she spoke on the call while monitoring his move yang121" i think his next mission is to kill the president of North Korea and to steal all of his works?..I have no idea i can't hear him well",she muttered sighing looking at him",

We need to collect the information as soon as possible girl don't mess up",her fellow team mate spoke from the other"

Yeah I understand b-..",it was until her eyes fell on him again this time they both made eye contact her heart stopped at the sight of staring at her with smirk she stuttered nervously on the call still keeping eye contact

"Jungwon I think I screwed up"

what?

He saw m-..girl run away from there",her team mate said from the other line with terrific tone knowing she messed up but instead of running away she took a step back panicking as she sweated heavily his way of looking and body language raising her fear even more seeing this he laughed from inside of his room as she ran away fastly grabbing her stuffs for her life

The very next day she was sitting on her bed arranging the pics and documents until she heard a knock on the door at first she ignored thinking who would knock on the door at 1:45am?..then again there was a knock scratching her hair she walked from her room to the front door to open the door

Running her eyes she opened the door to come face to face to the man whom she took pics of . yesterday yeah the one and only

Lee heeseung

He gave her a smirk within a few sec she was shoved inside her living room by 4 buff men as the 5th men locked the living room casually heeseung sat on her sofa spreading his leg looking at her terrified face reaction chuckling a little she stood up quickly as she yelled at them trying to hide her fear

Who are you?!!"as a response she only got a chuckle sound from him as she panicked more and more",

Aww..you don't know me?..."he mocked her smiling looking at her up and down as his bodyguard laughed at her pathetic lies"

I said who are you-

Ig you don't remember shall I make her remember?",he asked his bodyguard standing up from the couch walking to her as he took his pistol from his back she gulped backing trying to grab anything to protect herself from him and his bodyguard Heeseung tilted his head slightly, watching her movements like a predator amused by his prey’s panic. His voice was low and almost calm, which made it all the more terrifying.

“Now now, no need to grab anything. If I wanted you dead…” — he pointed the pistol at her forehead — “…you wouldn’t have opened the door.”

She froze. The cold touch of fear pressed down on her chest like a weight. But she didn’t show it. Not fully. Her grip tightened around the edge of the coffee table.

“I’m not here to kill you,” Heeseung said, lowering the gun just a little. “At least, not yet. I’m here for a little chat.”

“Chat?” she scoffed, trying to sound brave. “You call breaking into someone’s house with armed men a chat?”

Heeseung smiled — that same damn smirk that made her blood run cold the night before. “You took some lovely pictures of me. I came to return the favor.”

One of the bodyguards dropped a thick envelope onto her table. Dozens of photos spilled out — all of her. At her job, on the subway, jogging in the morning, even inside her apartment through the window. Her breath caught.

“You think you’re the only one who spies?” Heeseung said. “Cute.”

She looked at the photos, then back at him. Her hands trembled, but her voice held steady. “What do you want?”

“I want you to stop. No more spying, no more photos. Delete everything.”

She opened her mouth to speak, but Heeseung cut her off, walking closer until they were almost face-to-face.

“Or,” he whispered, eyes locked on hers, “I make you disappear. Just like the last agent who tried.”

Her heart thundered, but something in her eyes shifted. A flicker of defiance.

“You’re scared,” she said quietly.

Heeseung laughed, genuinely amused. “Of you?”

“Of what I know. Otherwise, you wouldn’t be here.”

The smirk dropped just slightly.

She stepped back, heart still racing. “You’re not here to kill me. You’re here because I know something. Something you don’t want getting out.”

Heeseung studied her, then slowly put his gun away. “You’re smart. Dangerous, even. I like that.”

He turned to leave, motioning to his men. “We’ll be in touch.”

Before walking out the door, he glanced over his shoulder. “Be careful, sweetheart. Curiosity kills more than just cats.”

And then he was gone. The silence in the room was deafening..

She stood there, shaking, surrounded by photos of her own life — knowing one thing for sure:

This wasn’t over.

This was only the beginning

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[unbloomedrose]

•𝐒𝐇𝐄'𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐅𝐔𝐋

This is a pure fiction nothing to be taken serious of.

Muslim reader named "fathima"

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‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡🪐༘⋆. ⋆.˚🦋༘⋆ㅤᵕ̈♡☁︎⋆｡˚.𖥔 ݁ જ⁀➴๋࣭ ⭑๋࣭

Walking through the campass with a bag on his shoulder and a big headset music blasting in his ears he was walking carefree to his hyungs he saw them a smile creeped on his face as he ran to them throwing a arms on their shoulders messing and teasing them they all laughed at his annoying acts but secretly they all loved it he was walking with his friends or whom he calls his hyungs to his class bickering with them till someone softly patted his back he turned to see a short girl with some cloth on her head like a veil she was looking at him with her big doe eyes before smiling at him the hair breezes on her face making her hair slightly reveal she looked off guard as she fixed her veil before looking at him again smiling slightly at him he was awestruck by her aura not like it's his first time seeing a girl but it's his first time someone looking so innocent he tried to keep eye contact at her but her eyes kept darting everywhere but him as he leaned down slightly to look at her as she avoided eye contact making him frown his friends were also shocked to see riki acting so weird as she spoke her voice was very silent and very soft",excuse me..",she muttered very softly as she finally made a eye contact with him as he came to world when one of his friend jay patted his arm as he looked around at them before at her She looked up again, just for a second, and it was enough.

Her gaze — wide, careful, modest — met his before quickly flicking away. The wind teased at the soft cloth draped over her head, and she reached up instinctively to secure it, fingertips barely lifting the edge as she tucked a loose strand of hair away. There was a gentleness in her movements, an elegance that came not from trying — but from simply being.

Then she spoke, her voice like the hush of morning air.

“Excuse me… I’m looking for the library.”

Riki blinked. He heard the words, but they fell around him like soft rain — familiar, yet distant. His smile faltered slightly as his mind scrambled to catch meaning. English. He understood bits, but not enough. Not when her voice was so quiet. Not when his heart was thudding in his ears.

“Uh…” he let out, eyes flicking to her lips, then to her eyes, searching for context.

Jay stepped up beside him, catching the confusion on his friend’s face. “She’s asking for the library, bro,” he said, suppressing a smile, amused at how flustered Riki looked. “She’s lost.”

“Oh—” Riki nodded, quickly. “Library… okay.”

The girl glanced between them, clearly sensing the confusion. “I’m sorry,” she said softly, lowering her gaze again, as if she had done something wrong. “I didn’t know…”

“It’s okay,” Jay said kindly. “He doesn’t speak much English, but I can tell him.”

She again avoided eye contact nodded, clutching her bag a little tighter. Riki was still watching her, the lines on his face softened, curious, struck by the way she carried herself — like her presence asked for nothing and still lingered.

Jay leaned toward him, muttering in Korean, “She needs help getting to the library. Want to walk her there?”

Riki didn’t even hesitate. “Yeah. I’ll go.”

Jay turned to her and translated, “He’ll take you.”

Her head dipped slightly, humbled. “Thank you. That’s… very kind.”

As they began walking, she stayed a respectful distance from him, eyes mostly down, only glancing up to catch landmarks and directions. Riki watched her from the corner of his eye, fascinated not by what she said — but how she said it. Every movement seemed intentional, gentle, as if even her silence had meaning.

He didn’t understand her words.

But he understood the warmth in them.

And somehow, that was enough.

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They walked side by side, the space between them filled with a quiet that felt soft rather than awkward. She stayed modestly to one side, her eyes lowered, occasionally glancing up to check her path. Riki kept stealing glances, trying to understand how someone could seem so still yet somehow turn the whole world on its side.The library stood ahead, its old stone facade shaded by tall trees. She paused at the steps, turning toward him with a slight smile, one hand clutching the strap of her bag, the other resting gently at her chest.

“Thank you,” she said, barely louder than the wind.

Riki nodded, then quickly pulled off his headset, letting it hang by the cord around his neck. He wanted to say something — anything — but the words jumbled in his mouth. English wasn’t his strength, and she seemed so gentle, so careful, like too many words might scare her away.

He pointed softly to himself. “Riki.”

She blinked, then her lips curved, warm and genuine. “Riki,” she repeated, nodding.

He hesitated, then gently tapped his chest again and raised an eyebrow — trying, as best as he could, to ask her name without words.

She understood.

Her gaze met his for a heartbeat, those wide, doe-like eyes finally holding his — and in that moment, time seemed to still.

"fathima” she said softly, almost shyly, her hand lightly pressing against her chest.

"fa....thi...ma,” he repeated slowly, tasting the name like something precious.

He nodded,“fathima,” he said again, as if committing it to memory.

For a moment, they just stood there — the world quiet around them, the breeze catching the edge of her veil once more. She reached up to fix it, her movements delicate, as always, before giving him a small nod and stepping toward the doors.

Riki watched her go, every part of him unusually still.

And when she disappeared into the warm light of the library, he whispered to himself, “fathima..…”

He didn’t know her story, didn’t know where she was from, or even the words she spoke fluently.

But somehow, in that brief moment…

•He felt like he’d just met the beginning of something•.

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[unbloomedrose]

𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐎𝐃𝐃𝐒•𝐏𝐒H

O͟n͟l͟y͟ a͟ f͟i͟c͟t͟i͟o͟n͟ n͟o͟t͟h͟i͟n͟g͟ t͟o͟ b͟e͟ t͟a͟k͟e͟n͟ s͟e͟r͟i͟o͟u͟s͟ o͟f͟

N͟o͟ h͟a͟t͟e͟ t͟o͟ a͟n͟y͟ c͟h͟a͟r͟a͟c͟t͟e͟r͟ p͟o͟t͟r͟a͟y͟e͟d͟ h͟e͟r͟e͟

W͟r͟i͟t͟i͟n͟g͟ t͟h͟i͟s͟ f͟o͟r͟ m͟y͟ o͟w͟n͟ p͟l͟e͟a͟s͟u͟r͟e͟

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•𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝗘𝗡𝗛𝗬𝗣𝗘𝗡•

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𝑻𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒅

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𓏲 ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖✩♬ ₊˚.🎧⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧✩♬ ₊˚.🎧⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

8months of their married life it was a arrange marriage between two people who had their own ideas and own dreams to achieve one to become a figure skater and one to become a ballerina but who knows fate had different plans for them bounded by a marriage where they both don't even love each other oh they do speak to each other only when they want something from each other not paying to each other as like they both don't know each other existence the husband goes to work while the wife is a housewife but more like roomates not a actual husband and wife

I'm home.*the husband said walking in taking his coat off as he looked around for his wife expecting to hear his voice taking his shoes off he walked in too see his wife sleeping on the sofa peacefully he raised his eyebrows it was raining snowing outside as he looked at the clock its 2:00am and some delicious smell spreads the living hall he looked at the kitchen walking there to see food he took a bite nodding his head as he walked to his room changing into a comfy clothes as he took the heavy blanket carrying it as he softly wrapped it around her softly covering it on her on his wife as he sighed before looking at her for the first time he actually paid attention to her features he softly moved the hair on her face patting her head as he sat on the kitchen counter eating what she made for her thinking about everything happened so far today he was eating until he heard some whimpers sounds coming around snapping back from the thoughts he looked around to see his wife struggling in sleep he stood rushing to her unknowingly as he stood there infront of her with a poker face not knowing what to do he watched her struggle as she was breathing heavily whimpering as she looked like she's having a nightmare he stood there not knowing what to do as he's someone who don't show his emotions to anyone he slowly reached his hands at her crouching down to the sofa level as he caressed her hair softly

I'm here......im ...here*he said softly stuttering looking at her as he sighed nervously hands reaching on her back patting it softly but only to hear more groaning sounds coming from his wife mouth he shaked her body hoping to wake her up from her nightmare as she struggled on the sleep he looked around awkwardly before sitting on the couch pulling her body to his. Hugging her softly expecting her to calm down as his plan worked out she stopped struggling the noise reduced he looked at her awkwardly not knowing what to do as he let her wrapped her arms around him he pulled the blanket around them he was lost in his thoughts untill his wife Muttered something gaining his attention

Please don't go..."the wife requested in his chest clinging into him tightly snuggling in making the husband heartbeat seeing how close they both are"

I won't

The husband muttered softly as he hugged her tightly caressing her back hair in a soft way comforting her as he closed his eyes Fallin asleep the very next day the birds chirping sound were heard the sun hitted on their face making the wife wakeup she yawned streching her arms as her eyes fell on the male holding into her like he's not gonna see her again if he ever let's her go she looked at him with widen eyes gently moving his hands she was about to wakeup until she was pulled back into his embrace her wrist being held tightly looking around the male deep voice cooed to her ears as she looked at in confusion

Stay"the male demanded in sleep with his eyes being still closed she looked at him before laying her head in his chest nervously

S-sunghoon i have wor-", i said stay."the poor girl was about to speak until her husband shushed her in one sentence making her sigh falling asleep the husband pulled her into him snuggling as he wrapped the blanket around him and her so they can get comfy hours passes by but what they didn't realise was how long it's been now since they been cuddling it's 6:23pm now nearly morning as her husband woke up seeing her wife still sleeping he wrapped the blanket around her walking to the room to do his business taking a bath as he changed into his business attire glancing at his wife before leaving the room he was about to leave the home too untill he hesitated he stopped on his track as he bite his lips he looked back before stepping inside the kitchen as he throwed his bag on the couch making some thing for her after he was done he wiped the sweat off his forehead as he took his bag from the couch walking out of the home before locking it

The wife wokeup as she knows her husband must have left to his work by now she did her business wearing some formal attire as she got ready for the day hours later after reading the books she got bored as she decided to walk out of her home to her garden to clean the grass as she was doing it she didn't realised how late it become as she was cleaning a voice was heard calling for her

Miss !!!*turning around it's her nearly her age male neighbour he walked to her with a very unsettling smile as he looked at her up and down as he folded her arms she smiled at him before nodding her head

Need help mrs..park?*he asked as she declined politely but he didn't moved at all she looked at him with confused face before taking a step back only for him to take a step towards her she smiled nervously Looking at him scared holding her gardening equipment

What's the matter mrs.park I'm trying to be helpful yk?..*he said with a laugh walking to her to scare her even more as she took another step back trying to tell him no no

Beside your husband isn't h-well he's here now",the male voice was cutted off by her husband glaring at him as he walked towards them he eyed his wife and that male"

Oh hey mr.park just trying to be a gentleman and help her out yk men's these days?..*he said laughing as he was about to touch his wife joking untill sunghoon pulled his wrist twisting it making him yelp in pain"

Touch her again and you are dead

The man looked at him like he was some crazy before cursing and walking from there sunghoon eye fell on his wife who was looking at them both he walked to his wife crouching down to his level checking her "are you okay"?he asked looking at her as his wife nodded nervously he sighed before pulling into a hug as her eyes gone widen hesitatedly she returned the warm hug as she patted his back sunghoon broke the hug looking at her

Dont let any man touch you other than me got it?.."he asked looking at her caressing her cheeks feeling something within him for the first time towards his wife

Y-yes*she stuttered nervously scared of her husband behaviour as sunghoon looked at her ruffling her hair before carried her inside the home as he locked the door of the home

[unbloomedrose]

𝑭𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻 𝒀𝑶𝑼𝑹 𝑵𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻𝑴𝑨𝑹𝑬

𝐉𝐀𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐄𝐍𝐇𝐘𝐏𝐄𝐍•

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐅𝐔𝐍 𝐎𝐑 𝐌𝐎𝐂𝐊 𝐀𝐍𝐘 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐈 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐂𝐎𝐏𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐌𝐘 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐔𝐌𝐀 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐘 𝐁𝐀𝐃 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄•

𝐍𝐎 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐌 •

𝐅𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 •

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• 𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒇𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒆•

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𓏲 ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖✩♬ ₊˚.🎧⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧✩♬ ₊˚.🎧⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

what are you doing there?.."jay asked her as he woke from his sleep walking to his girl who was sitting on the floor crying silently he kneeled down sitting on the floor with her as he ruffled her hair worried expecting her to answer him but all he heard was muffled whimpering noise from her sighing and thinking he decided not to stress her more he laid on the bare cold floor looking at her trembling figure as he stood up grabbing the blanket off the bed he gently wrapped the blanket around her as he laid on the cold floor looking at her examining his girl

Go sleep jay I'll come later"the girl said peeking at her boy who was laying on the cold floor without any care"

No not until you come with me",the boy insisted refusing to move without her as he closed his eyes trying to sleep on the cold floor but to his luck it's so cold and chill

Jay don't be stubborn",the girl tried to convince but she didn't heard anything response making her sigh as took the blanket off her wrapping on the boy who was laying on the floor seeing this jay yeeted the blanket turning his back on her indicating that he is upset with her as the girl looked at him worried he might catch a cold she laid next to him wrapping her arms around him slowly with cold hands and feet cuddling on the cold floor with him he turned his back smiling slightly because of her as he hugged her slowly caressing her back gently few mins later he heard a crying noise worried he slowly raised her chins by her head looked at her in eyes as he quickly wiped her tears

What's wrong?..

It's just i can't do anything without any motivation i feel like I'm being burden to everyone i really tried my best and my parents are forcing me to leave you and do things i barely liked and i-..",her sentences where cutted off by her breaking down in tears as jay kissed her forehead carrying to the bed as he made her lay wrapping the blanket around her sitting next to her slowly not to do anything sudden to increase her unwell mental state

Who said you are a burden to anyone ?..

I-its just .. myself I know ..no one has to sa---see love you are not a burden a burden is something that is being held on a person even if the person doesn't want it and you are something I'm willing to have matter of fact you are the one I need you are not a burden you are my girl you don't do anything if you don't have any motivation do it when you have motivation your body and mind needs rest don't overwork it it's not a machine you are a human with soul you can fall break and have flaws and it's alright because no one is perfect we all are imperfect in our own ways love i know you worked hard you tried your best they don't have to know you know you tried your best and that's all matters cuz who will lift you other than yourself love?..

Listening to his words the girl said nothing but only to nod her head calming herself with his words as he continues to spoke in ear cuddling her tightly in a embrace",and the very next time you feel like this don't isolate yourself surround yourself with things you love if not surround yourself with me don't sit in the cold floor please and I'll handle your parents just sleep and rest you worked hard

The girl nodded her head as she slowly fell asleep on the bed with him still scared about her future and everything before she fell asleep jay whispered something softly cooing in her ears making her smile in sleep

Sleep well I'll fight your nightmare

The next day she wokeup without jay as she yawned looking around getting off the bed she took a bath brushing her teeths yawning changing into a tidy clothes she arranged the bed went outside of the room to see jay she found him nowhere as there was fresh breakfast was made with some note sticked near the plate she took the note as she read

Hey sorry love had to leave early but got some works to done eat the breakfast love ya take care-j

She smiled as she ate the breakfast after a while she locked the door as she was ready to leave the home until she got a call from her parents saying they apologise for being rude towards her and her bf her heart stopped as she listen to her mom speak as her mom continue to say something good word as she ended her call with

Hope jay is happy now

She listened to her mom last words as she thought and thought before releasing its jay who helped her through this.without realising a smile and tear of joy dropped off her eyes she unlocked the door went back inside her home to pay jay back with something nice after all they both love each other to the core.

[unbloomedrose]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐊 | 𝗚𝗪𝗜 𝗡𝗔𝗠

No plagiarism

This is pure a fictional story as I wrote this from my own ideas

No hate or anything towards the characters

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𝗔𝗟𝗟 𝗢𝗙 𝗨𝗦 𝗔𝗥𝗘 𝗗𝗘𝗔𝗗

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𓏲 ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖✩♬ ₊˚.🎧⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧✩♬ ₊˚.🎧⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

Her pov"

Run run run y/n ! ", su hyeok screamed when he saw the zombies running towards us we ran fast as fast we can namra pulled my hand and ran pulling me with her we all ran inside a classroom and breath in and out geongsu locked the door and slipped down there breathing heavily Cheong San throwed the water bottle at him he grabbed it struggling and gulped it in a sec we all looked at each other then sighed

Hey you are infected ! ", nayeon screamed looking at me grabbing everyone attention onjo took her steps infront of me and checked my arms while looking in my eyes

Is that a bit mark ? ", she asked me as i shaked my heart as no

Ofc ! That's what a infected person would say

nayeon said making evryone look down then walked towards me grabbing my arms but before she could pull geongsu stepped infront of her pulling her from me she stumbled on her steps and glared at him

What ?! Don't tell me that you don't belie-.

I don't believe you at all ", geongsu said as he stood infront me

It's alright geongsu I'm fine I'll leave ", i said while walking away but he stopped me again

You don't have to leave just cuz that b*tch said (reader name)___ ", he said as he glared at her she gasped as she looked around to gain attention

"Tf you just called me? a*shole ! ", she said as she punched him as they fought with each other cheongsan screamed and stood infront of them as he pushed them away from each other ", stop it guys ! He screamed at them

(reader name) ? Is that really a bite mark ? "He asked as he stepped closer to me

No ! It's not I was with you guys ..", i explained to them but they don't seem to believe I just smiled then walked to the door about to open untill geongsu stopped me again

Don't go i believe you

I can't stay with one person trust geongsu..",i said walking out of the class smiling at them one last time i ran out of the class sobbing on the way trying to forget that my own friends didn't believed me i ran ran ran and ran pushing all the zombies I was exhausted but still I ran I ran outside the school halls i saw a bat there I took it and swing it around the zombies face there I saw a small way to somewhere being scared I ran inside there

Shit

I cursed at myself when I saw lotts of zombies were coming towards me I ran into another side and there were none i sighed heavily as i sat there taking a deep breath sobbing my eyes out I was crying untill someone patted on my shoulder I got scared and about to swing the bat on that zombie but someone grabbed it and held it tight when i saw who it was it was a boy clothes dripping in blood one of his eyes are damaged he looked at me up and down

Who are you ?"he asked as he pulled the bat towards him I got scared for dear life he stepped closer to me he smelled me and smiled creepily as I was shivering to dead because of his cold gaze

I'm ---",i said as he raised his eyebrows in confusion

I've never seen you here before?..

I'm a new transferred student from ___", I said as he laughed giving the bat to me i smiled and thanked him as he looked confused ", did you just smiled at me ?", he asked as he looked at me with tense face

Yes is that wrong ?", I asked smiling at him

It's weird ", he said while yawning I took a teddy bandage from bag and sticked on his wood he frowned and stepped back but i stepped closer to him and sticked that bandage on his nose feeling proud I went back smiling he looked at me and then touched his nose glaring at me

Here have this with you this will help "I said giving the bandage to him he pushed it from my hand making me sad I looked away from him taking the bandage from the ground he glared at me again then I was about to walk away untill he said something

Where do you think you going ?