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ksoomilk · 3 years ago

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An Unexpected Meeting

Joonyoung invites you out for coffee some time later. September 30th, you see yourself sitting next to him looking up beginner friendly shortbread cookie recipes on his Ipad while inside a FoxTail Coffee shop. You want to make MyMelody and Kuromi cookies, and you want to wear matching MyMelody and Kuromi frilly aprons while you make them, you��re telling him. You don’t expect him to agree to the aprons idea, but he does immediately, and pulls out his phone to order some.

You giggle and whisper yell his name, “Joonyoung!”

“What?” He whisper yells back, laughing, “You would look adorable in this,” he says pointing to a specific set on his phone, “and if I have to wear a purple and black one to see you in it then so be it. Also, my Princess gets what she wants.”

He says that last part without an ounce of humor, and he looks down at you out of the corner of his eyes. You feel your face get a bit warm and look down, clearing your throat gently. Being shown so much attention and adoration from a man you actually like is still new to you, and you aren’t sure how to respond sometimes. Especially when his tone gets so low and serious.

You reach for your iced pumpkin spice latte, and as you do, you spot a familiar face enter through the door of the coffee shop.

“Sam!” you whisper yell as you look up at him. Joonyoung’s eyebrows raise as he looks around, spotting her as she walks towards the counter.

“Oh! Do you want me to invite her over?” he asks you.

“Yes please!” you reply, your tummy doing an excited little flip at the thought of speaking to your new friend again.

Joonyoung pulls out his phone and you watch as he opens a text to her and types, “Look up and to you left, far back table.” and hits send. You look up at Sam as she’s ordering. You watch as she pulls her phone out of her back pocket, but huff when she just places it face down on the counter and continues ordering. After she pays, she steps to the right, further away from you and Joonyoung, and you kick your feet softy against the floor, “No!” You whisper scream in a tiny voice, mindful of your setting, “Come here! Over here!” You reach your hand across the table as if trying to pull Samantha towards you with magic.

She gets to the end of the counter to wait for her order before she unlocks her phone. She’s looking at her screen for a moment, then she does look in your direction of the coffee shop. You hold your breath and clasp your hands together against your chest as you wait to see if she will see you. She looks at her phone again, then up in your direction, scanning the area more slowly before recognition dawns on her face. She smiles at Joonyoung and you and starts typing on her phone. After a moment, you turn to Joonyoung’s phone when it chimes. Except Joonyoung doesn’t pick it back up to read the text. When you look up at him, he has his elbow on the table, hand propped against his face, a dopey grin putting his dimples on display.

“What?” you say, with a confused smile.

He sighs, “You. You’re too cute. I’m going to die from cuteness overload.”

You make an indignant noise and point at his phone. When he opens it, you read the text with him.

‘Hi! Are you two on a date?

I’m here meeting a friend. Would I be interrupting your spoiling of your petite princess if me and my friend sit with you? lmao’

Joonyoung replies, ‘This isn’t a formal date, so no, you wouldn't be interrupting. We want you and your friend to join us.’

Samantha immediately sends back a thumbs up emoji, and after a few more moments, her name is called for her order and then she’s making her way to you.

“Hey y’all,” she says as she sits across from Joonyoung, “Fancy meeting you here.”

“HI Sam,” you reply a bit demurely, excited but shy. “Who’s your friend that your meeting?”

“I’m not sure you’d know her. You two seem very different. Kayla Anderson ring any bells?”

In fact, Kayla Anderson does ring some bells. It rings a lot of bells. “Uh, short, light-skinned black girl? Usually wears her hair straightened? Skinny?”

“Yeah!,” replied Sam, seemingly excited at the fact that you know her. “Wow, are you friends with her too?”

Okay, now your heart is beating a bit fast, and you feel nervous in a bad way. “Oh, um, we used to be friends I guess, but we sort of drifted apart? We haven’t spoken in a long while. But there’s no hard feelings or anything! I’m sure she’ll be surprised to see me haha...”

“I’m surprised someone like you knows someone like her in any capacity,” Sam jokes, “She should be here in a few minutes, maybe you two can catch up.”

“Yeah, maybe...,” you say trailing off. As Sam says something to Joonyoung, you find yourself not listening to the conversation. Kayla is your ex-best friend. You both met in high school and hit it off immediately. After you graduated high school, you stopped talking every minute of every day, but that was to be expected. You both were taking on adulthood. But then the communication got more and more sparse and one sided. Kayla would lament about how she missed you, but when you tried to make plans to meet up, she would always just say no without making any attempts at rescheduling. The friendship began to feel more and more one-sided. You would talk to her about how you feel like she doesn’t wanna be friends anymore, and she would say ‘no! you’re my best friend! we’re together forever!’ but then if you didn’t text her first, then you wouldn’t speak for weeks at a time. And it still ended with you texting her first.

You would tell Kayla everything, but she hardly shared any emotional aspects with you. The relationship began to feel too one sided for your liking, and with no attempt in behavior change from her, after constant one word responses to your multiple questions and paragraphs, you just gave up. You stopped texting her. Stopped messaging her on social media. And then you guys didn’t speak for months because she never reached out to you.

It was during this time that you reunited with N in college. And N is an amazing friend. It was through her that you saw how friendships were actually supposed to work. It was N who was there at your first college graduation and there again at your second graduation for your second degree. It’s N who says, ‘No, I can’t meet with you that day, but how about the week after on Wednesday? Are you free then?’ instead of just “no sorry”.

Granted, when you posted about it on social media, Kayla did congratulate you on graduating. She also wished you a happy birthday. But that was the most contact you’d had all year. And then, Instagram suggested an account to you as someone you may know, and the person in the profile pic looked suspiciously like Kayla. You clicked the account and was shocked to see Kayla had made a second account and was posting all about meeting up with other friends every other week and new jobs ands her relationship with her boyfriend and even that they had eloped, and how she was now a stay at home wife. In the time you hadn’t spoken to her, she had gotten busy it seems.

As you’re staring at the screen of Joonyoung’s Ipad, propped up on the table, and trying not to be nervous, you hear Sam say, “Oh, she’s here.”

You look up and in walks Kayla, and instantly you don’t feel nervous anymore. Kayla looks around and spots Sam, then looks very surprised to see you there.

She goes to the counter and places an order and receives it before coming to the table. “Hi Sam, ...Hello..Z. Didn’t expect to see you here, haha.” She says awkwardly. She also waves at Joonyoung, acknowledging his presence.

You chuckle, “Hello Kayla, I could say the same.”

She sits at the only available seat left, which puts her in front of you.

“Yeah, Z told me you both used to know each other!” exclaims Sam. “I almost didn’t believe her because you two are so different. Z is a like, a little princess type. And me and you are pretty much plain janes compared to her.” Sam says laughing. Kayla chuckles a bit awkwardly, “Right, haha....”

“So, Z, what have you been up to since the last time you and Kayla spoke?” asks Sam, doing her best to keep the conversation flowing in this somewhat awkward atmosphere. You clear your throat a bit and sniffle.

“Well, uh, I graduated college of course. Then I took a few more certification courses and programs and landed an internship for marketing research. I joined an alumni sorority and was able to network my way into an actual marketing research job. Then I was able to use that to land another job at a separate company as executive assistant to the senior research analyst. I’ve been doing that for about a year now and I really like it. I bought a house in The Meadows, got my license and a car, got a barista’s certification....and I met Joonyoung.” you deliver that last part while smiling up at him. He grins back at you. “We’re not official yet, but....I really like him.” You say, speaking to Kayla but looking at Joonyoung. You turn back to Kayla. “What about you? What have you been up to?”

Kayla looks back and forth between you and Joonyoung with an unreadable expression on her face before answering. “Uh, well, me and Paxton got married. And, uh, his job is going really well, so I’m a stay at home wife now. I, um, I got into dancing. And, y’know, just do a little of this and that.”

“Do you still live in that apartment by the bus station with a roommate?” you ask, then wonder if that sounds rude after you just said you bought a house in The friggen’ Meadows.

“Uh yeah, we’re, um, we didn’t move yet because we don’t wanna kick out the roommate y’know? It would be unfair.”

“Oh yeah, totally,” you agree, “you’ve always been nice like that.”

“Haha, yeah...”

She’s not saying anything you don’t already know from when you used to check her social media, except for the not moving thing. But you haven’t checked in a while, still it kind of seems like things haven’t changed for her. You and Kayla don’t really have anything else to say. Sam starts up again, but you’re not really listening. As she and Joonyoung are talking, you’re trying not to stare at Kayla but it’s a bit hard. You’ve changed so much since you last spoke to her and definitely since you last saw her in person. But she looks exactly the same. Kayla has the potential to be beautiful, but she just doesn’t take that much care of herself.

She’s very thin, almost boney, and wears unflattering clothes. Her shorts are too big, her shirt is dingy and faded. and her shoes are very dirty. Her lips are chapped, her skin seems dry, and her hair is fried beyond belief from the constant straightening and dyeing. Her facial skin has a bit of an uneven texture. You remember that sometimes her skin would look like that during high school, and even more when she had tried college. She said it was from not getting enough sleep, a bad diet, and not moisturizing.

Joonyoung’s phone chimes and it pulls you out of your thoughts. He picks it up and you see an event reminder flash across his screen.

“Oh, we have to go,” you hear him tell Sam.

You look at him confused. You don’t have any plans to do anything else, and as far as you know, neither does he.

He spots your confused look, “I have a surprise for you Princess, and it’s time sensitive.”

You perk up at that, “A surprise?”

“Yes, an appointment.”

“An appointment?” you reply, even more eager.

“Yes,” he beams at you, “involving flowers.”

“Involving flowers?! Joonyoung you didn’t!” you grin and giggle and try to refrain from screaming in joy. You know what it is. About a week ago, you had mentioned to Joonyoung that you had wanted to go to a flower arrangement class taught by Kim Sohee, professional elegant florist, but the class was pretty pricey, and you felt like you shouldn’t spend so much money so shortly after your shopping day with N, what with having just bought a house and all.

“Yes, I did.” He says, smiling at you as he stands. He grabs his Ipad and phone and places them in his bag, slinging it over his shoulder. Then he grabs his drink with one hand and reaches out to you with the other, pulling you to stand. “And I know you like to get places a few minutes early, so we should go. See ya, Sam. Nice meeting you, Kayla.”

You giggle in delight as you grab your bag and drink and let Joon guide you by your hand towards the door. “See ya, Sam! Nice seeing you, Kayla!” you turn around to say to them. You notice that Kayla is staring at you with wide eyes. Almost in astonishment. At first you don’t really think about it, but then you remember that she hasn’t seen you since you weighed about 60lbs more.

She probably didn’t get a good look at you when you were seated, what with Joon’s Ipad partially in front of you, and the table obscuring half your body. But now she can see you in all your thin glory. Her eyes drag across your body, taking in your slim legs and thigh gap. You’re wearing a very short skirt so a lot is on display.

You feel.....satisfied, powerful almost. You thought you would be nervous to ever talk to her again, but you don’t know why. Seeing her now, she’s the same as she ever was, but you? You’re so much better.

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Some time later, you’re home. The class was amazing, and the flowers you and Joonyoung arranged are gorgeous. You place them in the bathroom, these flowers replacing the ones Joon got you a couple weeks ago. Again, a picture of these go on Snapchat. But this time, after you step out the shower, a message is waiting for you. Not from N or Joon or Sam, but from Kayla.

You finish your night routine before answering, even though it’s still sun out. You always shower as soon as you get home, regardless of time of day. You know you aren’t leaving the house again, so why wait?

Once your nice and moisturized and have a cup of hot tea, you sit on your couch in your bedroom, enjoying the cold chill coming in from the windows. You play the Autumn Jazz playlist, turning the volume down low. You turn on the TV and play some chill Christmas decorating vlogs. Even though you love autumn, you don’t really care for too many fall decor items around the house. You prefer to watch the Christmas decorating vlogs to give you inspo on how to decorate your room.

You can’t afford to buy Christmas decor for the whole house so soon, well, you could, but you don’t want to yet, and that’s okay. Just your room and the front door will do. Maybe an elaborate gift pile shaped cookie jar in the kitchen. After you’ve become used to making the mortgage payments, you’ll start buying more decor. But for now, just to be on the safe side, you don’t spend money too frivolously.

You sigh contentedly and pick up your phone to answer the Snapchat message from Kayla.

rawrkitty321

It was nice seeing you today. i almost didnt recognize u, u really look different. What did your bf take you to do?

Same, and lol, yeah, i lost some weight and started taking care of my skin better. he took me to a floral arrangement class i wanted to go to

rawrkitty321

oh that sounds nice, did u have fun?

yeah, i enjoyed it a lot. how are things with paxton?

rawrkitty321

good, we’re good. he has a good job he likes, and that pays well, so i dont have to work

yeah, you mentioned, but dont u want to work so u can save up and buy a house? isnt living in a small apartment as a couple with a roommate kinda...annoying at the least? and isnt ur roommate messy?

rawrkitty321

yeah, i mean, im gonna work soon, just wanted to take some time off to enjoy being married, yknow? but we’re gonna buy a house in the future

yeah, i can understand. How about modeling? i know u wanted to model, and sing, are u still pursuing any of those things?

rawrkitty321

yeah, i still wanna do it, just taking a little break

how did u meet ur bf?

my alumni sorority and his alumni fraternity were doing a volunteer project together and we worked together for a couple weeks. at the end of the project he confessed to me and i accepted, because i had a crush on him too. we aren’t officially together, just dating and feeling each other out. hes really sweet and romantic, he often plans little surprises and goes out of his way for me.

rawrkitty321

oh thats nice

yeah, it is

You don’t have anything else to say, so you just put your phone down. Looking back, Kayla was an interesting character. She wanted desperately to be a model, singer, and all around celebrity, but she never put in the work. She would try really hard for 2 weeks, then seemingly forget all about it for 2 months. She never finished anything she started, including college, where she dropped out after one semester. It’s not a bad thing that she dropped out, sometimes college just doesn’t work out. But she always talks about how much she wants things but then never actually tries to get them. She wants to be a model, but puts no effort into her appearance. She wants to be a singer, but doesn’t train her voice. She wants to be a celebrity, but makes no effort to put herself out there. In high school you thought she was so cool. You wanted to be just like her. But now you’re thinking it’s for the best you two drifted apart. She’s settling into a mediocre life with her mediocre man, and that’s fine for some people. But you? You will only stand for the finer things in life.

#An Unexpected Meeting #story post

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ksoomilk · 3 years ago

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A Perfect Autumn Breeze (Part 5,Final)

N watches you get inside and lock the door, and you watch her pull out of your driveway from your peephole. Now to get this stuff put away and start your night routine!

You place your water bottle on the counter and the to go box in the fridge. You grab a sparkling water while you’re in there. You look under the kitchen sink and grab a vase for the flowers, and then start hauling your things upstairs.

You take a couple of selfies with, and pictures of, the bouquet while it’s still wrapped in the brown florists’ paper. Then, you trim the stems and place the flowers in the vase and fill it partially with water, sprinkling the flower nutrient packet inside.

Now for the shopping bags. You arrange them all nicely on the pink couch in your room and snap another pic for Snapchat. Then you set to work putting the items away. Body care items are placed in the bathroom, shoes placed in the closet, and clothes get the tags removed and are placed in the laundry basket to be washed. The cuter bags, you arrange in your closet for decoration. The more plain ones are stuffed in the bathroom cabinet to be used a restroom trash bags.

You walk back out into your bedroom and finish off that tea before starting in on the sparkling water. Now, you unpack your backpack, placing the items back in your “everyday” bag, and putting the backpack in it’s proper spot. Your receipts from the day are all placed on your desk for when you adjust your budget planner tomorrow. You take your clothes off and those go in the laundry basket as well. You pick up your phone and send Natalie a text, “Home yet?”

As you walk into your bathroom, phone in hand, she replies. “Just pulled up, heading in now :)”

You start your ‘Romantic Oldies’ playlist and tie your hair into a ponytail with a piece of silk ribbon. As ‘I Wish You Love’ by Nancy Wilson starts playing, you put on your pink bunny headband and start washing your face extra thoroughly. As you’re applying your blue skin calming clay mask, you get a text from Joon.

‘Did you and your friend make it home safe?’

Your heart can’t help jumping a bit. ‘Yes, we did. Did you?’

‘Yes, we all got home safe too. I’m just about to take a shower. You?’

You quickly put your pink robe on and snap a mirror selfie, making sure to include the flowers, and send it to him. ‘Same, I had a lot of fun today :) Did you really spend 45min picking out a cologne to impress me?’

It’s a minute before he responds. ‘You are so cute. May I save that picture?’

‘Yes, you may,’ you reply with a baby angel emoji, ‘But you may also answer my question, baby ;)’

‘Mmmhh who told you that it took that long? What if the answer is yes?’

‘Sam did, and if the answer is yes then you’re an adorable dork who has earned some good boy points.’

‘Do I still get the good boy points if it was only 43 minutes?’ he asks with the cute begging face emoji.

‘Yes, but only because the cologne was a perfect choice’

‘Well then, the answer is definitely yes.’

You send back the laughing emoji and a puppy emoji, then lock your screen and step into your shower. After you shower, you take care of your face, applying witch hazel, aloe vera, serum, moisturizer, then a sleeping mask. Then you apply an extra strength moisturizer to your body, gotta keep it soft, and throw on your pajamas. A pair of pink ruffle shorts and a pink crop top. You slide on your matching house slippers and take a couple selfies, admiring your thin legs in the full body mirror.

You’re so happy to finally have a thigh gap. Your legs look so long now that they’re thin, making you look even taller than you are. You also truly enjoy the fact that after a day of drinking plenty of fluids, and shortly after eating a satisfying meal, your belly is barely any bigger than it was this morning. As you’re admiring your body and listening to your music, another text comes through from Joon.

‘Can I call you? Briefly.’

‘Yes,’ you respond immediately.

Your phone rings after a moment. “Hello?”

“Hi, Princess. How are you feeling?”

“Fine. Good. No, great. I feel great. How about you?”

He laughs gently, “Well, I feel a little worried...”

“About what?”

“Well, I just wanted to apologize for Marissa’s behavior tonight. I thought her sister would be able to convince her to stay home....”

“Oh, you don’t have to worry about her Joon, Samantha told me all about her and you.”

“Oh? And what did she tell you?”

“That Marissa has a crush on you, and you tried to let her down gently but Marissa didn’t really get the hint and now you have to be mean to her to avoid her hitting on you aggressively again.” You giggle a bit, “Or something like that. Was Sam right?”

He takes a deep sigh, “Yeah that sounds about right. There’s nothing between her and I, I swear, there never was and never will be. But she seems to believe there is.”

“Yeah, I could see,” you saying, huffing out a small laugh. “But don’t worry about it Joon, she didn’t get to me, I promise. Sam already told me Marissa is kind of difficult.”

“Okay Princess. If she ever does start bothering you, you let me know ok?”

“Yes sir~” you say with a laugh.

“Okay, good night, Princess. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”

You hang up and check the time. 9:02pm. You leave the bathroom and go turn on your TV. You let it play in the background as you do some night time stretches. Nothing too strenuous to make you sweat, but enough to warm you up. After you finish your routine, you hop in your bed to scroll through social media for a bit and chat with N. You open Snapchat and see who’s viewed your snap story. Some old friends from high school who knew you when you were fat, some people from college, who knew you at a lower weight than those from high school, but still from a much higher weight from now.

Some people are messaging you, complimenting your looks and asking about you weightloss. You reply to them and thank them, having a little chat with a few of them.

You also notice that your ex-best friend is also still viewing your snaps despite not having spoken to you in over a year. You hum to yourself but decide not to pay her much mind.

You continue scrolling and chatting until 10:30pm. You decide it’s too late and you should go to bed. As you put your phone on it’s charger and ensure your water bottle is full for when you wake up, you realize something. If you put your knees just right, you thighs don’t touch even when you’re laying on your side.

You grin to yourself and laugh with joy as you make this realization. Just as you’re turning on the sleep timer for your TV, your phone chimes once more. You check it and see a text from Joon.

‘Sleep tight, Princess. Sweet dreams’ followed by a single pink sparkling heart emoji.

You smile to yourself again, and feel a cool autumn breeze come in from the ajar window.

You snuggle under your comforter and fall asleep, content after your perfect autumn day.

After thoughts: yeah, this was my lame and cheesy attempt. I rather liked writing it out though. It gave me a new angle to daydream from lol

#a story post #A Perfect Autumn Breeze

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ksoomilk · 3 years ago

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A Perfect Autumn Breeze (Part 4)

You chuckle a little bit, more in an effort to match the mood than anything else, and exchange looks with N who is also chuckling half heartedly. This is gonna be an interesting evening.

After one more shared look of confusion with N, you pick up the menu. “Well, let’s see what we’re gonna eat.”

The rest of the table follows, and Joonyoung shares a menu with you. “That burger looks good.” He says, pointing to a picture of a burger that is definitely over 1,000 cals, not even including the fries it comes with. You hum.

“Hmm, yeah but I’m not sure I could finish something like that.” You reply, “I think I’ll just have a salad. This Caprese one looks good, though it’s a strange option for a place like this to have.”

He chuckles and agrees, “Yeah it is, maybe they added it just for you~” he sings directly into your ear. He’s sunk low in his seat to match your height, and the tall menu hides the both of you completely from the view of the table. You giggle and elbow him gently, “Don’t be cheesy!”

“What? I would definitely craft a menu specifically to suit your delicate tastes if you ever came into my hypothetical restaurant.” He replies.

As the two of you are giggling like teenagers behind the menu, the menu itself suddenly disappears. It takes you a moment to realize that Marissa has leaned far over the table to snatch the menu away. She looks annoyed.

“Joonie! I’m talking to you! What are you gonna order?” She asks, blinking rapidly at him. ‘Is she trying to bat her eyelashes?’ you think.

Joonyoung stares at her blankly, “Do. Not. Call. Me. ‘Joonie.’ My name is Joonyoung.” He states, voice sounding cold as ice.

You look between the both of them, trying to figure out what the deal is between them. Sam clears her throat.

“How about you, N?” She asks, “What are you getting?”

“Oh, uh, I’m getting the chicken tenders. Childish I know, but I don’t come here often so I don’t know what’s good.” The server approaches the table to take orders, cutting off whatever Samantha was about to say as the table turns to give the server full attention.

After the server leaves, the table starts into a discussion about the best things to order from the menus of various restaurants and fast food places. You don’t really have much to say, and when Joonyoung tries to include you in the conversation, you let it be known that you don’t eat out much. You mostly cook your own food, and save eating out for rare special treats. This is only your second visit to Red Robin in your entire life. When Kareem asks if there’s a reason you don’t eat out, you just say it’s healthier to eat at home. Mike looks you up and down at this, as best he can from his seated position and says, “Yeah, you look like the type who takes extreme care of herself. I bet you go jogging and do yoga. And like, actually reapply sunscreen.”

You purse your lips into a slight frown, “Well, what’s wrong with that?”

Kareem and Mike laugh. “ Wait, you do for real? Nothing is wrong with it. It’s just that our little JJ here is a bit of a health nut himself. So, between that and your good looks, you two are kind of like a model couple. You look good together, but it took me a long time to convince him to let me have a snack stash in his apartment. You can’t come around and undo that, I’m begging!”

You laugh a bit at Mike’s exaggerated begging motion and understand that he didn’t mean any harm by the comment. “Well, since you’re begging so thoroughly, I suppose I will allow you to keep your snack stash when he moves in with me.”

“When I move in with you?” Joon looks at you, eyebrows raised and dimples on display. “I’m moving in with you?”

“W-well not anytime soon! If we make it that far. You know what I meant.” You put your hand on his chest to playfully push him away from where he’s leaned into your space.

When you look up, you see Marissa trying to stare into your soul. “So what types of food do you cook?” She asks, “Keep in mind that cut up lettuce and nuts don’t really qualify as cooking.”

You blink and clear your throat gently, caught off by her attitude, “All kinds. I personally am keen on fish and chicken dishes. Curries and fish stews and such. I like pasta every now and again. I also enjoy baking homemade sweets. Store bought is often too sweet for me.”

“Oh, me too!” Says Joonyoung, “I’ve been learning how to bake recently! Nothing special, just following some simple YouTube recipes. Maybe you could give me a lesson one day? Or we could try a new recipe together? Or perhaps attend a class?”

His eyes sparkle as he awaits your response. But someone else answers him before you can.

“OMG yes! That can be our next thing, let’s take a baking class together!” Exclaims Marissa.

Joon doesn’t even seem to hear her, eyes locked on you.

“Yes,” you answer Joon, looking at him, then down, back at his eyes again, “I’d like that.”

The server walks up with the table’s food as you hear Samantha tell Marissa she would be more than happy to attend a baking class with her.

You all dig into your food. Your salad is delicious, the lettuce is crisp and the mozzarella cheese is tangy. You’re not the biggest fan of tomatoes, but you don’t dislike them and appreciate their health benefits, so you eat half of them, them place the rest to the side. Joon offers you the first bite of his burger, which you accept. He also feeds you a few fries from his fork.

When he points at the pile of tomato on the side of your plate, you laugh and say you aren’t going to eat them right now, as you don’t care for tomato too much. He makes puppy dog eyes at you until you offer them to him, and then it’s your turn to feed him off your fork. You eat a little less than half of your salad overall, and feel satiated. N also doesn’t finish her food, and the two of pile the rest of your foods into to go boxes when the rest of table is done. Joon’s friends insist on desert. You and N decide to split a slice of strawberry cheesecake. Joon gets a brownie sundae and offers you a bite. This time you decline, saying you couldn’t have another bite. You ask the server for a cup of hot tea.

When the bill is brought, Joonyoung insists on paying for your meal, and when you say that you were going to pay for N’s meal, he pays for her too, and Samantha’s as well.

“What about me?” Questions Marissa.

“What about you?” He replies.

“Aren’t you going to pay for me?”

“Contrary to your belief, I am not made of money.”

“But you had $60 to spend on some flowers?”

You choke on your tea. As he pats your back, you wheeze, “Those flowers were $60?”

“My darling,” he replies, voice steady and eyes like honey, “Money is no object when it comes to you. The smile I saw when I presented them to you is worth more than six million, let alone $60.”

He looks at Marissa, “You are an adult, it would be rude of me to treat you like a child by taking away your responsibilities. If you order something from a restaurant, you should pay for it.”

Marissa opens her mouth to say something, but her sister shoots her daggers, making her huff and close her mouth.

After the bills are paid, you all drag out the see-you-laters outside the restaurant in the chill night air. You shiver and hold your to go cup of hot tea in both hands and bring it up close to your face for warmth. You, N, and Samantha are talking, the boys and Marissa a few feet to the side. Samantha insisted to the boys that the ladies needed a few moments of womanly time together, and you just went along with it. Marissa was with your group initially, but quickly decided to join the boys. As you glance over at them, you see Marissa is still dusting crumbs off herself. When she was done eating, you noticed her chest had crumbs and sauce all over it. As Joon was talking to Kareem and Mike, and Sam was talking to N, you simply slid a napkin towards her, and placed your own hand on your chest without saying anything. She got the hint, but not all of the mess it seems.

After talking about dinner and the museum for a moment, Samantha looks at you and sighs.

“I’m really sorry about my sister,” she starts, “She can be really immature and projects a lot. She...she has a huge crush on Joonyoung and when she first told him, he let her down really gently. But...I dunno, it’s like she’s delusional. She’s convinced that the only reason he won’t date her is because ‘society says a handsome man like him shouldn't date a fat girl.’ It’s weird. But she was getting more and more rude and aggressive with her advances until one day he snapped and yelled at her.

Now he tries to be respectful but distant. She insists on coming with me whenever she thinks I’m going to be with him. I feel bad always telling her no, so I let her come sometimes. But I mean, you’ve seen how she is tonight, it’s hard for her to make friends. Thanks for being a good sport about her. And by the way, Joonyoung really does like you a lot. He spent 45 minutes deciding which cologne to wear for you.”

You and N share the same look of realization. Jealousy does make a good excuse for her odd behavior.

“Ah, um, no worries? I guess. Now I know I’ll have to stand up against her. I think.” You look at Sam and laugh, She really is cool. You and N exchange social medias with her and turn to the boys to say goodnight.

Joonyoung wraps you in a warm hug, careful of your drink, and places a chaste kiss on the back of your hand. “Good night, Angel. Get home safe.” He whispers in your ear. After he lets your hand go, he shakes N’s hand, thanks her for joining for the evening, and wishes her a good night, telling her to get home safe as well.

As you and N slide in N’s car and pull off, N glances at you and says, “So, not to be rude, but you saw Marissa eating like an animal, right?”

You burst out laughing, “What? No, I wasn’t paying attention. I did see she had more food on her chest than in her stomach when she was done eating.”

“OH her chest, please don’t get me started on that dress. Just because it comes in your size doesn’t mean you should wear it.”

“Well, as long as she’s comfortable....” you trail off. “It really was a hideous dress though.”

“And did you see how she kept trying to flirt with your man? Girl, it was getting pathetic. And that comment about ‘womanly figures’ back at the museum? Oh yeah, she’s jealous of you for sure.”

You smile to yourself as you hold your flowers that were left in N’s car during dinner. “I dunno, she doesn’t really bother me.” You look out the window and sigh gently. ‘I get her,’ you think, ‘back when I was bigger...one wrong click while scrolling through TikTok and I could have easily ended up like her. Blaming everything on my weight instead of taking personal accountability. Wearing tight and revealing clothing just out of spite because you believe ‘society’ says you shouldn’t wear them. Accusing people of not liking me purely because of my weight. Believing that boys not liking me and stores not carrying my size is genuine oppression. I’m really grateful I went in a different direction.”

“So,” you say out loud, “you and Kareem?”

“Make a really good pair of acquaintances.” She says with a smile that read ‘as if”’. “He’s cool and all, but as a friend. A little too goofy for my type.”

“I see, I see,” you reply. You and her spend the drive back to your place talking about outfits to pair the shoes you bought today with. When you pull into your driveway, you collect your shopping bags, water bottle, and flowers, having to make two trips. You and N hug goodnight and you tell her to text her when she gets home.

N watches you get inside and lock the door, and you watch her pull out of your driveway from your peephole. Now to get this stuff put away and start your night routine!

After thoughts: I think I will keep these characters, N, Joonyoung, Kareem, Mike, Sam, and Marissa. Some of them are based off people I know irl. This specific story will have one more part to describe the night routine, and then Im moving on to another story I think. Introducing a new character in the next story.

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A Perfect Autumn Breeze (Part 3)

As you spot her, talking to Kareem, one of Joonyoung’s friends, you hear someone loudly and brashly say, “Why’d we have to come to this boring place?!”

You look up in annoyance and shock at someone’s ability to ignore museum etiquette. You see a woman walking up to Kareem and N with an irritated look on her face. You glance at Joon who sighs and glances at you before gently taking your hand and walking over to them.

As you both approach the group of three, Joon says, sounding annoyed himself, “You didn’t have to come. I told you I didn’t think you would like it.”

“But I wanted to hang out with you!” she exclaims, and steps forward, moving to grab Joonyoung’s hand. Joonyoung snatches the hand that isn’t holding your away, then uses it to brush through his hair nonchalantly. The woman looks annoyed again. She spots Joon’s other hand wrapped around yours and scoffs. You and N exchange a look of confusion.

“Hello...” you start, not sure if now is the time to introduce yourself to this woman. You and N have meet Kareem before, but this woman is a mystery.

“Oh, yeah, um this is Marissa. Marissa, meet Z and N.” Joonyoung uses the hand that isn’t holding yours to gesture between you all.

Marissa grumbles a quiet “....Hi” still looking at your and Joon’s clasped hands.

When it becomes clear that the air is officially awkward, Kareem claps his hands, “And I’m Kareem! But you already knew that, how could anyone forget a face this handsome?” He says, using his thumb and forefinger to make a V under his chin. “Now let’s look at some art!”

“Yeah!” you exclaim, “Is it just us?” You ask, looking up Joonyoung.

“Ah, no, Samantha and Michael are here....around here....somewhere..,” He sentence fading off as he looks around doesn’t see his other friends. N hasn’t meet Sam and Mike, but you have, and they are definitely nicer people than this Marissa girl appears to be so far.

The afternoon starts off very nice. The museum is basically empty so it’s like your group has it all to themselves. Kareem and N get along great, and you and Joonyoung both seem to have the same taste in art. You even catch up to Sam and Mike, who had gone ahead of the group. At some point you notice that everyone else seems to always be on the completely opposite side of whatever painting you and Joonyoung are intrigued in. At first, the Marissa woman was almost glued to Joonyoung’s side, but it became clear that you and Joonyoung knew far more about the arts, than she. After so many times of her trying to change the topic of conversation or say something to Joonyoung and him almost ignoring her completely, eventually she slinked off to join the other side of the group.

As you enter the next section of the exhibit, you make eye contact with N, who smiles at you, then you catch Kareem’s eye and he winks at you and gives you a thumbs up. This makes you realize they’re doing it on purpose. They’re trying to give you and Joonyoung some private space. You grin at them both, then turn back around to the painting Joonyoung is talking excitedly about.

Joonyoung is just as eager to learn about the paintings and artists and art eras as you, and your discussion keeps you wrapped in your own little world, but you do occasionally hear Marissa calling something stupid or boring. That’s fine, people are entitled to their own opinions, especially about something as objective as art.

But just as you and Joonyoung are in a deep conversation appreciating and analyzing the differences between Rococo and Baroque, you hear Marissa once again,

“This is BORING! And I’m hungry! Let’s go get something to eat!”

She’s not even trying to keep her voice down, and she’s whining almost like a toddler. You walk into the final area of the exhibit, and to your surprise, everyone is sitting down in the seating area in front of the gift shop. But you’ve only just entered this section of the museum, they couldn’t have possibly looked at everything already! You check your watch and it reads 6:42pm. You try to think back to when you arrived and realize you’ve been here for almost 3 hours!

You turn to Joon and motion for him to come along with you towards the group.

“You guys done already?” You ask as you approach.

The group gives a general affirmative but Marissa, seemingly exasperated, sighs, “We were done 2 and a half hours ago-”

Samantha interrupts, “No, you were done 2 and a half hours ago.” Samantha looks at you and meekly adds, “the rest of us were done 45 minutes ago.”

You gasp, “Why didn’t you say anything?”

Kareem and Mike say in perfect, sing song unison, “How could we bring ourselves to interrupt the love birds?”

You and Joon look at each, then you at the floor and Joon at the ceiling. You clear your throat, “Well, we don’t want our friends just sitting here bored. Should we do something else?”

“Yeah, like get something to eat!” exclaims Marissa. “Some of us are actual adults, and need to keep our womanly figures full of energy.” She states, eyeing you and N sideways.

Mike starts, “Womanly figures, whatever that means, aside, I could eat. And there’s a Red Robin up the street. We could stay out of the cold and sit and chat.”

You look at N. She is your ride after all and you don’t want to keep her out any longer than she wants to be, and you also don’t want to go out to eat unplanned. Nowadays, your general diet is not super strict in your opinion, but there are some things you just don’t do. And eating out at C class family atmosphere restaurants is one of them. Nothing against them, but the foods served there are usually major calorie, sugar, and sodium bombs.

Unfortunately for you, N agrees. Well, what can you expect, she has never had to watch her figure much. She is genuinely one of the naturally slim types. And that is how you find yourself sitting in a dimly lit Red Robin tucked in between N and Joonyoung, while Kareem sits on the Joonyoung’s other side. Across the table sits Samantha, directly in front of N, Marissa, directly in front of you, and Mike, sort of in front of Kareem instead of in front of Joon. You realize that Mike is sort of pushed to the side due to Marissa’s size.

It was here in this Red Robin that you really noticed Marissa and Samantha’s looks for the first time. Both of them are....generously sized to say the least, with Marissa having considerably more size than Samantha. Samantha is, in your opinion, very pretty. She’s wearing close fitting jeans with a cute white t-shirt tucked in that says, “Keep Moving Forward” in a reference to the Meet the Robinsons movie. Simple black sneakers, a black purse, and a jean jacket that she has removed and thrown over the back of her section of booth complete the look. She has blonde hair thrown up in a cute messy bun, a few acne scars here and there, and her cheeks seem to be permanently tinted a lovely shade of pink. She has wispy and dainty eyebrows, a warm and inviting smile and wide blue eyes that sparkle like the ocean. She has a laugh that makes the people around her laugh, and for some reason, you want her to think you’re pretty too. You listen when she speaks and beam when you say something she likes or laughs at.

Marissa on the other hand....The first thing you noticed was that despite her large size, she was not wearing a bra. And that’s completely her choice! But when she is wearing a very loud dark blue form fitting dress that has a large section of the chest cut out, you can’t help but find it distracting. The dress in general, in your opinion, is not very flattering for her body shape. Aside from the open chest concept, it has a moderate amount of bunching directly under the chest, probably designed to cinch the dress and show off a waist. However, since Marissa’s waist is more outwards instead of inward, all it does is highlight and outline her rather large belly. The material of the dress is also very thin, making the outline of her underwear very visible. She is wearing short white block heels with the dress and a white faux leather jacket that appears to be at least one size too small.

Unlike Samantha, Marissa is wearing a full face of makeup but you’re not sure if it’s good makeup. Her foundation is very thick, and her bronzer is quite blocky. Her red lipstick is very bold but maybe too bold for her pale skin. Her hair, also blonde, is tied into a sleek ponytail, but maybe she used too much gel, as it looks wet and oily. Her eyes are framed by thick eyeliner and clumpy mascara. Her blue eyes themselves, slightly darker than Samantha’s, seem beady and almost angry. Her smile seems fake and her laugh is high, grating, and loud. It’s a laugh that makes everyone else stop laughing.

After your group orders drinks, just a water for you, you ask Joon how he met his friends, curious as to how a guy like him ended up hanging with a girl like Marissa in any capacity.

“I know Mike from college, Kareem from an old job, and Samantha I met at the library. She was reading a book I was curious about and I just asked her if was any good and we just had good conversation. She’s really cool. And Marissa is Sam’s sister.” He explains, delivering the last part rather bluntly.

“Hohoho, don’t be shy Joonie!,” interjects Marissa, “Tell her how we actually met!”

Joonyoung stares at her blankly, the rest of the table looks confused.

Marissa looks at you and appears to preen a bit, “He came over our place one day to meet with my sister, and when I walked out of my room, he couldn’t keep his eyes off me. He was staring so much I just felt obliged to go over and introduce myself. Then we got wrapped up in an amazing conversation for hours. We’re great friends now. I’m even closer to him than my sister.”

She eyes you up and down the entire time she’s speaking, but you’re just giving her a blank look, fairly certain that she’s either outright lying, or only telling a half truth.

You look at Joon who is looking at her confused. After a moment, he smooths his expression and tells her evenly, “There is something wrong with your memory.”

His friends burst out laughing. Samantha chimes in, “Are you forgetting that I was there?! Me and Joonyoung were talking and you walked out your room half naked in a dirty t-shirt. You stood in front of the TV, blocking the Harry Potter movie that was playing, and basically tried forced him to explain the entire Star Wars trilogy to you, even though he kept saying he had only ever seen like half of one movie! He was too polite to tell you to leave him alone! And I had to tell you that we weren’t watching fucking Star Wars!” she’s laughing the entire way through, and Kareem says, “That sounds more like it!”

You chuckle a little bit, more in an effort to match the mood than anything else, and exchange looks with N who is also chuckling half heartedly. This is gonna be an interesting evening.

After thoughts: I was gonna end this here, but I think I’ll keep going. I wanted to introduce an unpleasant character being ngl, wanting to be seen as the opposite of those types is a motivation for me. I wanna be kind of That Girl, the one who is strictly disciplined. Anyway, I don’t wanna ramble here. Working on next part now.

#A Perfect Autumn Breeze #story post

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A Perfect Autumn Breeze (Part 2)

You decide to grab two granola bars and toss them in your bag. After just a couple more seconds, you hear N honk the horn. You head for the door and can’t help grinning when you see N sitting in her car, smiling up at you. Today is gonna be a great day!

After you lock your front door, you jog down to N’s car and slide into her passenger seat.

“Hey girl! You look cute!” she says in her smooth and mellow voice.

“Thanks!” You reply with a soft giggle, and then you notice N’s outfit. She’s wearing black form fitting pants, a dark brown shirt, and some black high heels, with a classy black purse to match.

“Oh, we’re kind of matching!” you exclaim. She takes a look down at her outfit, then at yours before laughing and agreeing.

“Great minds think alike!” she says, “Now, let’s hit Starbucks~”

“Yes, please! I haven’t had any since the last time we met up!”

As she starts driving, you take a moment to really...well, enjoy the moment! You’re here with your amazing fashionista best friend, going shopping and meeting up with the guy of your dreams. The weather, chilly as it is, is perfect. It wasn’t really that long ago that you bought your dream house, around the same time N found her dream house that ended up not being too far from yours. Your life is just so amazing, and you couldn’t be more grateful.

You turn your head to look at N as she’s telling you about her job. N is a really great best friend. You both met at an old job, but didn’t really connect until she had quit, and you both ended up being in the same class in college. N is thoughtful, smart, kind, hardworking, and beautiful. Tall and slim with graceful features. She has always turned heads no matter where she goes.

And that’s a club you’ve recently joined too. As you worked hard on acquiring clear skin and losing weight, more and more boys approached you. Before, the only types of boys that approached you were boys you would never give the time of day. Boys that were clearly only interested in your previously large bust and nothing else. Boys that wanted nothing more from life than to work at the bottom level of a fast food establishment and smoke various substances all day. Boys that couldn’t even be bothered to speak properly when trying to introduce themselves.

Not any more though. As your weightloss progressed, different kinds of boys started approaching you. Academic types, sports types, artistic types, and best of all, respectful types. You still have you standards, and of course don’t say yes to just anyone, but it feels amazing to be desired by respectful, honorable men and not just immature punks. It felt great to have a man wait until you weren’t busy, then approach you with a soft and respectful, “Excuse me, I couldn’t help but notice you when you walked by. May I speak to you for a moment?” instead of interrupting you loudly with a rude and aggressive “damn lil’ ma lemme get that number, you fine as fuck.”

Even as you step out of the car in the Starbucks parking lot and walk towards the entrance, the two handsome gentlemen who were headed inside catch a glance at you and step back out to hold the door open for you and N. When you say thank you, one of them replies, “Anything for such beautiful ladies.”

You giggle behind your hand and head towards the counter to order. N gets her usual of a small pink drink and a cheese danish. In the summer, that’s your order too, but in the fall, you choose a small pumpkin spice latte with oat milk and a slice of pumpkin bread. You give a brief thought to the amount of calories and sugar in your order, but decide to pay it no mind for today. A quick look at your fitness watch says you’ve burned almost 900cals so far and it’s not even noon yet.

You and N sit down to enjoy your danish and bread, just catching up with each other. After you’ve eaten your snacks, you grab your drinks and head back out. First stop: Victoria’s Secret!

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You and N store hop for about 3 hours, trying on clothes and jewelry, smelling candles and body washes, and collecting cute shopping bags. Shopping is an excellent experience for you now, because every item of clothing will always be carried in your size. No more seeing that the store has stopped just before your size, or sometimes worse, seeing that they do carry your size, but charge an extra $10 for it. Now at a lovely size 6 (sometimes 4!), you’re guaranteed to find every cute item in your size.

At about 3:30pm, you and N decide to get going to meet up with Joon and his friends. You all are going to peruse an art museum. You were overjoyed when Joon suggested a museum, completely unprompted from you. Something where you get to talk to each a lot, but that doesn’t involve food. Plus, you love the arts! On the drive to the museum, N does mention starting to get hungry, and you’re grateful you packed that extra granola bar. You offer that to her, and you have half of your own, as you both drink your separate waters, your Starbucks drinks long gone.

You arrive at the museum before Joonyoung and his crew are there, so you just head inside and start looking around. You and N stay in the first section of the gallery, lingering by the entrance. A rococo painting of some ladies dancing has caught your eye. ‘La Camargo Dansant’ reads the title card. As you start reading the information card, someone interrupts you.

“Hi”

You look up to Joon standing there with a small bouquet of flowers wrapped in the brown paper. It looks like it just came from the florists’.

“Joonyoung! Hi...”

You two stand there for a moment, just looking at each other. If you didn’t know any better, you’d suspect that a blush was creeping over his ears and settling high on his cheeks. It must be the dim museum lighting. He clears his throat.

“You look very nice this evening. I know this isn’t a date, but I felt it would be impolite to show up empty handed to the presence of a lady such as yourself.”

He steps towards you and with both hands, extends the flowers to you. “Am I any good at picking flowers?” he asks with a light chuckle, almost a giggle.

You try to bite back your grin as you accept the flowers, ‘he’s so cute!’ you scream in your head. You look at the flowers and hum,

“Weeeell, for a “not a date” bouquet, these are quite lovely, so you must be pretty good at picking flowers.” You give a quiet laugh as you smell the flowers. They do smell nice, but you’re picking up another scent on them. Without really thinking, you step closer to Joonyoung and lean into his chest, and give a slight sniff just as he’s thanking your approval of his floral selection. Without meaning to, you interrupt him.

“My goodness, you smell absolutely amazing!” you exclaim before giving him one more, slightly bigger sniff. You look up at him to see him looking down at you with wide eyes and a slightly open mouth. From this shortened distance you can definitely tell he’s blushing. If your skin wasn’t so dark, you just might be too. Instead, your expression mirrors his as you realize you had invaded his space and flat out sniffed him. In public!

“O-oh, I’m so sorry! Do excuse me, you see, I just tend to get distracted by things I like very much! By that I mean your smell! I mean I do like you very much but not really very extremely much as that would be weird, I mean we’ve only just started seeing each other, not to say I would never like you really very extremely much! It’s just that at the moment the only thing I like really very extremely much is your smell and...oh goodness”

Joonyoung is blushing profusely but he’s also smiling enormously behind the hand that has come up to cover his face. He’s also laughing quietly and refusing to make eye contact. ‘Can the floor just swallow me up now?’ you silently wish.

“Thank you,” Joon starts after a moment of him smiling at the ceiling and you staring at the ground. “I understand what you mean. If I may expose myself for a moment, I like you very much as well. ‘Really very much.’ So much so that it took me much longer than I am willing to admit to pick the perfect cologne for this evening, so I’m very happy you enjoy it a lot. Excuse me, ‘really very extremely much.’”

Now it’s his turn to look at the floor, his dimples still on full display, as you stare at him. He looks up at you beneath his eyelashes, as much as he can despite his height advantage over you, “you really are very adorable,” he murmurs quietly to himself, but loud enough for you to hear. It looks like you both are taking turns looking at the floor. After you spend a moment admiring his shoes (you really do enjoy a good pair of men’s dress shoe!), you turn to find N.

As you spot her, talking to Kareem, one of Joonyoung’s friends, you hear someone loudly and brashly say, “Why’d we have to come to this boring place?!”

After thoughts: this is already pretty long, so im gonna end it here for now. Imagining the exchange between Joon and MC has my heart swooning. A tall, strong, handsome guy metaphorically brought to his knees by the cuteness of his crush! I wanna have that sort of power that pretty girls have one day! Next chapter will introduce another character! Next chapter will also probably be the last for this story lol

#A Perfect Autumn Breeze #story post

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A Perfect Autumn Breeze (part 1)

You’ve been the happiest than you have been for a while. It’s September 14th, and around the middle of August, you weight read ten pounds below your ultimate goal weight. At 5ft 8inches, you now weigh a lovely 115lbs. That alone was enough to push you over the moon into the arms of ecstasy. But not only that, near the end of August, Joonyoung, the boy you’ve had a crush on for a while now, gave you a proper confession, saying he has a crush on you, and would like to take you on a date.

The first date went amazingly, and now, today, you have plans to meet up with your best friend, N, and then later in the day, you and her are gonna meet up with Joon and some other friends.

You’ve gotten into the habit of starting your days early. No more sleeping in until noon. Now you get up around 6:30am every day without an alarm clock.

Today is no different. At 6:15am your eyes open, then close them again as you enjoy the crisp autumn breeze coming in through the window you left open last night. You curl tighter under your thick comforter, shivering just a bit as you reach for one of the many stuffed animals on your bed and do some deep breathing exercises. After your breathing exercises, you reach for the steel water bottle on your bedside table and drink the whole thing.

Now it’s time for your morning stretches. Your bedside clock reads 6:32am. You decide to do the quick 5 minute version of your stretches so you can go on a jog and catch the sunrise. You stretch, use the bathroom, wash your face, brush your teeth, apply sunscreen, throw on your jogging outfit (A pale pink exercise skirt over a black long sleeve leotard, and pink and black running shoes), grab your phone and headphones and head out.

The morning sky is just starting to lighten, the sun not awake yet. You shiver a bit and wonder if you should change your outfit for something warmer, but decide against it. The cold air will be good motivation to keep the pace up. You hit shuffle on your jogging playlist, start your fitness watch, and set off on a nice 5mile jog.

You’re back at your house by 8:10am. You snap a quick selfie and a picture of your fitness watch’s quickview of your jog and post them both to Snapchat.

Your watch reads:

Distance: 5.14 miles

Calories burned: 735

Heart Rate: average 121, Highest 146, Lowest 94

Before, you would have never taken a picture of yourself looking like this, but now, you look cute. A sweaty sheen on your face that makes your skin glow, the braids pulled from your ponytail making you look cute and sporty, whereas in the past, at your higher weights you very much looked like a sweaty pig.

You head to your spacious bedroom, put your phone on the charger, drink some water, open the curtains to let the sunlight in, and do a few cool down stretches while thinking about what to wear today. As you’re thinking, your phone chimes. You complete your stretching routine before going to check it. After much self training, you no longer run to your phone immediately after every chime. And you especially don’t let anything interrupt any of your exercise or stretching routines.

You smile to yourself as you see you received a text from Joonyoung. “

‘Good Morning, Princess. We’re still on for today, right? I’m very excited to see you’ followed by a pink sparling heart emoji, and a baby angel emoji, your two favorite emojis.

Your heart does a happy dance as you reply,

‘Good Morning, Handsome. Yes, we’re still on for today, I’m aching to see you. I just got back from my morning jog, getting ready for the day now.’ followed by the smiley face emoji and the same pink sparkling heart emoji.

Time to get ready. You start your “Jazz for Autumn” playlist on Spotify and music comes from the speakers built into the ceilings of your bedroom, attached bathroom, and generously sized walk in closet.

You peel off your sweaty outfit and toss it in your dirty clothes hamper. You walk naked into your attached bathroom, thankful for the privacy shades across your windows. In your bathroom, you spin and sway to the tune of the music under the crystal chandelier that hangs from the high ceiling, and spend a moment enjoying the brightness of the room, thanks to the large windows with privacy shades that also occupy this room. The large, full size mirror that is built into the wall next to the double basin sink catches your eye.

You stand in front of it, in all your naked glory. You drag your hands over your body. Your skin is richly brown, and your complexion is perfect, not a single scar or mark on you. It took forever to get those self harm scars to fade, along with the normal childhood playing scars. But you were diligent and dedicated, and you no longer engage in self-harming activities. You have no reason to. Even your face is free and clear of any acne scars or hyperpigmentation.

Your body is tiny, but sizeable in all the right places. With the weightloss, your chest and bottom have are no longer a size you’re unhappy with, having shrunk down to a cute size that easily fits in dainty tops and short skirts, but still enough weight to them that you’re decently curvy. Your ribs shine through your skin, not overly so, but enough to be easily visible. The sunlight shines through behind you when you press your feet together, and even still when you press your knees. Your stomach is flat, your hipbones peeking through with no effort. You finally got that stomach piercing and now a tiny, adorable silver heart with wings hangs against your belly button. Your arms, those were the hardest, are now slim and though you can’t wrap your hand all the way around, when you grab it, both your fingers and thumb are actually visible on the other side.

You smile at your reflection and laugh a bit. You feel so perfect. You tie your braids into a ponytail with a piece of silk ribbon and get to washing your face at the sink. Twice, you always double cleanse. Then you apply a pink brightening clay mask and step into your vast walk-in shower. Filled with Bath and Body Works body scrubs, Philosophy body washes, and L'Oréal exfoliating body cleansers, you take a moment to decide which one will do for today. You decide on the Pumpkin Coffee scented body wash that you know you have a matching body cream to. Something to match the autumn air.

You lather up, rinse off, lather up again, and then rinse again, this time also rinsing off the clay mask. You stand in the shower after you turn the water off, thinking about how much shorter your showers are now that you’re small. Sometimes you still indulge in a long shower, but not because you have to.

You open the glass shower door and grab the towel hanging right outside of it. You dab your skin dry, not rub, gently shake out the towel and place it back before grabbing the large, fluffy, pink robe and shrugging it on, tying it at the waist.

You sit down at the vanity section of your bathroom counter and carefully apply your skin toner and a brightening sheet mask. You want your skin to be extra glowy when you see Joon later. After making sure it’s snugly in place, you remove the robe and apply the Pumpkin Coffee moisturizer to your body, being sure to not forget about your bottom or your feet. Now, the most fun part, the outfit.

You walk out of the bathroom and into the walk-in closet which has a generous skylight and, again, large windows with privacy shades. The music is still playing as you think about your outfit. You will definitely need a sweater or jacket. Keeping warm has been hard recently, due to the change in weather. After perusing your rather large selection, you decide to keep it classic. A light, brown dark academia jacket over a soft brown colored button up shirt that has a simple black ribbon at the neck, paired with a short pleated skirt that has soft brown and black stripes. You dawn a pair of black over the knee socks as well. You decide to remove your sheet mask before deciding on shoes and bag.

As you’re in the bathroom, applying serum, moisturizer, and sunscreen you hear your phone chime through the speakers. You finish patting in the sunscreen, then go check it. It’s N, telling you she’s leaving your house to come pick you up so you both can start your day of Starbucks and shopping, You answer back with a “yay! Will def be ready when u get here!” and go to apply your makeup. You’ve never been good at makeup, but now you really don’t have to be. You simply apply some mascara, soft red lipstick, and a bit of soft red toned blush. You brush your eyebrows and voila! Now for your hair. You do a simple half ponytail, with a few braids framing your face. You add a large yet simple black bow to the ponytail part of you hair. You admire yourself in the mirror a bit before running to get your bag and shoes, N only lives 17 minutes away after all!

You decide on some cute black mary janes that have a 3 inch heel, and for your bag, the fuzzy brown bear bag that's meant to be worn as a backpack. You pack your phone, lipstick, chapstick, wallet, hand sanitizer, keys, and head downstairs to decide on a water bottle. Usually, you like to mix up your reusable water bottles, but today you just stick to your default bottle: the pink one that you have covered in my melody, kuromi, cinnamoroll, and cute fruit stickers. You fill it with water from the fridge and add a couple slices of lemon. You stand there for a bit, listening to the music that has switched from the speakers in your room ceiling, to the speakers in the kitchen ceiling. You decide to grab two granola bars and toss them in your bag. After just a couple more seconds, you hear N honk the horn. You head for the door and can’t help grinning when you see N sitting in her car, smiling up at you. Today is gonna be a great day!

After thoughts: Wow! This was way longer than I originally planned and I just decided to make this a series! I think it will have 3 parts, but I’m not sure yet, I’m literally just making it up as I go along lol. I felt really motivated to do my own skin care routine as I got to that part. You may see me describing MC’s house a lot and that is because having the perfect home is a huge motivating factor to me. Dont ask me how lol, but Im getting started on part 2 now!

#A Perfect Autumn Breeze #story post

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