#i mean i would totally believe that someone is a hairstylist but they never mention it

[spirkbitch]

so does the enterprise have a hairdresser?

don’t get me wrong yeoman rand is slaying with that basket weave beehive but i’m just wondering about the logistics of her doing that herself

[hairstevington]

i wanna cut to the feeling (chapter 3)

Eddie Munson x Steve Harrington

Summary: Robin drags her best friend to a Corroded Coffin show. How were they to know sparks would fly between Steve and a member of the band? (aka, the fic where Steve fixes Eddie's hair before a show and falls in love immediately)

Word Count: 2.7K for this chapter, but it's an ongoing fic

Warnings: Everybody is a gay disaster, Hairstylist!Steve is a petty bitch, Rockstar!Eddie is a bit of a diva, Robin knows Steve too well, nothing crazy yet but I reserve the right to get crazy later

A/N: Here we go again, folks! I can't stop writing lol. Steve's jealousy in this chapter makes me laugh, so enjoy! PS, would anyone be interested in me creating fake lyrics to Corroded Coffin songs? As always, thanks for reading ❤️

Previous Chapter ~ Next Chapter

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“No way. Dude, that’s so fucking dope.” Eddie could not believe what he was staring at. “Guys! Come see this!” He gestured for the others in the band to come closer to him and this fan - Bri, that was her name - who had gotten a Corroded Coffin tattoo. She had an actual, permanent, badass tattoo about Eddie’s band, and that was the coolest thing that had ever happened to him. A tattoo? Hooooly shit. “Thank you, we are so honored.”

“You’re welcome,” she responded. “The song just meant a lot to me, you know? Like, I don’t know exactly what you were going through, but it’s so universal I think.”

The tattoo was a reference to one of the band's earliest songs, ‘86’  - written entirely by Eddie his senior year. He was flipping burgers at the time, which was totally humiliating, by the way, and they used to always use the term 86 when something ran out. Anyway, at that point in his life he felt rejected quite a bit. Left out. Eighty-sixed. You know? 

It was probably their softest song, sound-wise, but that didn’t mean it was less angry than their other music. In fact, it was one he wrote while he probably felt the most angry, or hopeless at least. They hadn’t played it tonight, because it didn’t match the vibe, but it was one of his favorites.

And this girl, Bri, had a tiny 86 on the inside of her wrist. She had lots of tattoos, actually. He noticed one on her collar bone of a slice of watermelon.

“What’s this one for?” he asked, curious.

“I just really like watermelon,” she replied. 

Eddie smirked. He kinda liked this girl.

-

“Tattoos are so cool,” Robin sighed, staring wistfully at her future date. “I wish I had one.” 

“You can get one, you know,” Steve responded. “Oh, right. You do know, because of the time you dragged me to a shop and got all the way to the chair just to panic and run out of the store.”

“I thought we agreed to never mention that again.”

“It was relevant,” Steve shrugged.

He watched Eddie interact with Bri, like he was smitten or something. Steve wondered if that’s what he looked like. He figured he held it together enough before in the dressing room, but now? He really had to keep himself restrained. 

This is fine. Pretending he didn’t like guys was something he used to do all the time. Eddie smirked at something she said, and ran his fingers through his beautiful hair. This is fine, god dammit. 

Steve couldn’t get a good read on Bri, despite the intrigue. She was facing away from him, so it was hard to tell exactly how she was feeling, but she seemed somewhat receptive to Eddie’s charms. It’s just that she had also just accepted to go on a date with Robin. 

Not that it’s bad for someone to accept a date and then flirt with other people. She was completely in her rights, and it didn’t really have anything to do with her anyway. With awesome, perfect, beautiful Bri who somehow had the attention of both Robin and Eddie. Fantastic. 

Eddie was fully enraptured in his conversation with her, now. 

Yes, okay, fine! Steve was kind of a jealous person! I mean, he had jealous tendencies. Or, more accurately, when he felt jealous he turned a little petty. If he had to have a bad quality, there are worse ones, you know? But otherwise, he thought he was a pretty good dude. He made decent money for a 24 year old. He was good at his job. He was loyal and protective, and he always tried to see the good side of things - tried being the key word there.

Eddie was way too good at flirting with these women, almost like it was nothing. How could he do that? Do the fans really mean that little to him that he’d just go after them all and wait for one to stick? It wasn’t the worst tactic, and it’s not like he was being disrespectful about it, but still. He was laying it on so thick it was insane. 

Ah, shit. It was none of Steve’s business. Eddie could do whatever he wanted with whoever he wanted, but Steve had the petty, judgemental thought anyway - Am I attracted to a fuckboy?

-

“Well, it was so great to finally meet you. Hopefully I’ll catch you at another show sometime.”

Eddie was impressed at how cool and collected Bri was. She seemed to completely respect his work, and even though she was a huge fan and had a Corroded Coffin tattoo, she didn’t come off like she had an altar at home dedicated to them or anything like that - although Eddie couldn’t deny he’d still think that was dope.

“Yeah, I hope I do.” He smiled at her, genuinely, without a trace of the fake flirtation he was so used to putting on for these women. She smiled back, then waved goodbye and took off, leaving only Steve and Robin in front of him.

“Well, well, well.” Eddie’s eyes narrowed, eager to find out how this conversation was going to go. “If it isn’t my knight in shining…polo?” He noticed Robin snort at his joke, but Steve crossed his arms, defiant.

“Fuck you, it’s a Cuban collar.” Eddie’s eyes widened in surprise, which was the first big reaction Steve had been able to get from him. It’s kind of what he was going for, despite the fact he was coming off a bit aggressive. “And I don’t own any shiny clothing, that’s tacky.” He allowed the corners of his mouth to turn upwards just enough to show that he was, in fact, being a dick as a joke. Robin shot him a suspicious glance, and he knew it was only a matter of time before she figured him out, like she always did.

Steve tended to act kind of mean like this towards guys he liked.

“Please forgive my friend, it’s well past his bedtime,” Robin chimed in, sending another quick glare in Steve’s direction. 

“I’ll let it slide since he saved my ass earlier,” Eddie replied. “Good to see you, Buckley.”

“You remember me???” Steve tried not to groan at how excited Robin sounded. He really needed to calm down. None of this was really a huge deal, anyways. It had just been a long day, was all.

“Well yeah, you were the only person in English class worth talking to. Come here, doll.” Eddie pulled a completely stunned Robin into a hug - this was two unexpectedly positive interactions with people in a row for her, and entirely unprecedented. Steve felt a pang of jealousy at the idea of Eddie having a crush on Robin, or even just him flirting with her right in front of him. Why did Eddie get no sass at the term doll when Steve was always yelled at for calling her darling? It was a stupid reason to be jealous, considering Eddie had no shot with Robin, and besides, why did Steve care so much about who Eddie flirted with anyway? They literally just met.

“So you guys actually…knew each other back then?” Steve asked, confused.

“Not well or anything,” Robin clarified. “We just had one class together my Freshman year. But yeah, Corroded Coffin started in Hawkins. How do you think I learned about them?”

“Shit,” Steve said, eyebrows furrowed. “I had no idea.”

“Seriously, where the hell were you in high school?” Robin asked, annoyed.

“I know, right? It’s not like my presence was subtle,” Eddie chimed in. 

“I was…busy, alright?” Steve had been dealing with his own problems back then, so he wasn’t really in tune with a lot of what was going on at Hawkins High. He knew about the sports teams, because he was on them. He knew who hosted the best parties, and who started the chlamydia outbreak senior year - that was a wild few weeks. 

“Yeah, busy being a douchebag,” she teased. Eddie burst out laughing, which pissed Steve off even more.

He didn’t know Robin back then, but she knew him, and she made it very clear they would not have been friends. But none of that mattered, because Steve matured a lot once the stupid teen pressure of popularity, social status, and the constant need to look cool disappeared. Robin was the one who initiated all that change, basically, when they worked together the summer after he’d graduated. The rest is history.

“Well, I’m glad you came out tonight.” Eddie did not make it clear whether by you he meant you in the singular sense, as in Robin, or you in the plural, as in you all - you both. 

Despite growing increasingly annoyed with Eddie and his stupid sexy hair, Steve obviously hoped it was the latter.

-

Steve was somehow both exactly what Eddie expected while simultaneously full of surprises. Perhaps it wasn’t Steve’s actions and words that were surprising, but the way they came off. Steve was actively being an asshole, just like he had been years prior, but this time it felt less obtrusive, and a whole lot more amusing.

Fuck you, it’s a Cuban collar. That was the most ridiculous sentence Eddie had ever heard, and Steve’s sincerity made it even better. 

It must have been hot in the pit or something - Eddie noticed Steve had unfastened the button closest to his collar (the one of Cuban variety, apparently - although Eddie had never heard that term before in his life). His hair was a little more disheveled, his posture more relaxed, and the way he talked to Robin was vastly different than the way he’d appeared to Eddie before the show, or how he’d ever looked back in high school. 

Ah, shit. Eddie sighed, unable to put the stupid thought away once it had been created. Am I attracted to Steve Harrington?

Eddie tucked that thought away to deal with later, because he sure as hell wasn’t going to let it ruin his fun for the night. It’s not like he never thought about Steve’s looks - of course he did. It’s that Steve had always been attractive. He had always been known to be attractive, by everybody. It’s part of the reason Eddie hated him so much. 

And it was supposed to be the loser’s turn now - Eddie’s turn - because he was finally starting to feel confident in himself and his looks, and he was finally starting to become successful. 

Everything was coming up Eddie Munson. 

Steve Harrington and his perfect arms were irrelevant.

Eddie was extremely pleased to see Robin doing well, however. She had been in the lower ranks of popularity with Eddie, even though neither of them were ugly people or anything. Now, she obviously had more confidence (even though she was still the same in regards to her nervous energy). She was wearing a crop top, showing off her midriff. Eddie didn’t know her too well, but most people could have deduced that she would never have had the courage to wear something like that in high school. Not that she’d have been allowed to, for stupid dress code reasons, but whatever. 

“Hey, man, you ready to head out?” Eddie looked next to him to see Jeff, and realized the rest of the band had already packed everything up while Eddie was busy talking to the people at the door. It was kind of a point of contention sometimes, between him and the rest of the band, that they always seemed to do the behind the scenes cleanup while Eddie got all the credit. But it’s not that he planned it that way - the fans were the ones who would make them famous, give them money. Eddie was basically networking, although it didn’t hurt that it stroked his ego at the same time. The band, however, were being all professional and shit, which was nice too but not super metal. They’d hadn’t gotten in trouble yet or anything, and that was all because of them. 

Which was good. But Eddie couldn’t foresee himself ever missing out on these interactions outside the stage door. Just the way it was. 

“Uh, yeah,” Eddie responded. He turned back to Steve and Robin. “You guys still down to come along?”

Robin nodded, enthusiastically, which was a reaction Eddie expected. He braced himself for whatever snark Steve was going to give him - maybe he’d even make some excuse about having to go home because it was sooo late or whatever - it was literally not even 9pm. 

But, yet again, Steve surprised him.

“Yeah, where do you have in mind?”

Eddie didn’t know why Steve was so down to go out still, because of the way he’d continued to look mildly annoyed the entire night.

And then he remembered the goofy way he was jumping around, singing earlier at the show, and he figured that Steve was somewhere in there still. And that Steve seemed like a good time. 

Eddie told them their usual bar that they went to when they were in the area, and they all agreed to meet there.

-

“What the hell is wrong with you? He was being totally nice, and you were acting like a jerk for no reason.” Robin was lecturing him in her tiny green car that she loved so much as they made their way to the bar Eddie told them to go to - neither of them had been before, but she’d heard of it from a coworker and it sounded like a fun place. 

“I know, I’m sorry. I’ll be better at the bar, I promise,” Steve said. 

“You better, because this is a really cool thing to have happened to us and I’m not letting you and your stupid romantic self-sabotaging tendencies ruin it.” 

“Oh my god, it’s a mildly cool thing, Robin,” Steve insisted, before processing the rest of her sentence. There was no point in saying, what are you talking about? Because he knew. They both knew. “And I only self-sabotage when absolutely necessary.” 

“That’s a lie,” Robin scoffed. “You’re getting special treatment from an actual Rockstar just because you were in the right place at the right time. Just submit to the fact that it’s awesome, okay?”

“Okay, fine!” Steve exclaimed with his hands in the air.

“So you have a crush on Eddie Munson,” she stated. Steve groaned at the words being out in the open. “What’s the big deal? We’re not in high school anymore, and Eddie’s a good-looking guy.” 

“First of all, it’s not a crush. I barely know him,” Steve corrected.

“I think you crossed into at least acquaintance territory when he let you cut his hair,” Robin replied. Steve thought about this, and couldn’t disagree.

“It’s also when I crossed into gay panic territory,” he admitted. Robin laughed, then nodded in understanding.

“Yeah, seems like an intimate thing. I don’t know how you’ve gotten this far without wanting to bang a client before.” 

“Robin!” Steve yelled, exasperated. “We’ve been over this. It’s -”

“Extremely unprofessional, I know. Steve, you have to loosen up a bit. You’ve gotten a little…” She paused, grimacing at the hole she’d put herself in. 

“A little what?” Steve waited patiently for her to finish. She sighed.

“I’m sorry,” she prefaced. “But you’re so focused on work nowadays that we don’t have as much fun anymore. And it’s kind of like…Well, like when I first met you.”

“Noooo, you take that back,” Steve snapped, shocked. He wasn’t upset with her or anything, he just couldn’t believe he’d ever get that bad.

“Think about it,” she responded. So he did think about it. He thought about all the nights he’d stayed in, how he’d become a bit of a Debbie Downer, how he’d become less open and more judgemental. It had even been a while since he’d called and checked in on Dustin. He sighed.

“Shit. I’m sorry, Robin.” 

“Don’t sweat it, just do better. Mmkay?”

He’d do anything for Robin, literally anything. So, he was going to be the most fun he could possibly be for the rest of the night. It was one drink, with a decent band, on a Friday night, and it was going to be fun, dammit. Minor crush on Eddie Munson be damned. 

It was just a crush, right?

(Next chapter)

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[oohfluffy]

LMN Ch.3 | OSH

Group: EXO

Member: Oh Sehun

Theme: Angst | Fluff | Writer!AU | Neighbor!AU

Word Count: 2,368

✎ Chapter 3: EX ✎

"No way, man. No way. Stay away from my noona."

Chanyeol shook his head as he hit Sehun's arm.

"What? You're the one who tells me about her books and stuffs. Now that I'm asking about her, you're declining?"

"I know that kind of question, bro. You're gonna hit on my sister." Chanyeol rolled his eyes as he watched Sehun lay down on his bed as if he's at their own house.

"I'm not! I'm just curious. She seems..." Sehun bit his lower lip as he thought of the first time he saw you. "...distant? Beautiful but it's like she has walls built around her."

"I don't know what you're talking about but please," Chanyeol stared into his best friend's eyes. "stay the hell away from her."

"You're creeping me out. Is there something I need to know—"

"None that you should know. Anyway, let's work on that project that's due..." Chanyeol trailed off as he flipped the pages of his notebook. "...oh shit. The deadline's fucking tomorrow!"

Sehun lazily stood up to get the materials needed back at his house.

"I'll just get my things and we can work on it here. Is that alright?"

"Yeah, that'll be great. Move fast, okay?!"

Sehun closed his door and was about to walk downstairs when the door in the end of the hallway opened.

You had your toothbrush in your mouth as you scribbled on your notebook while walking back to your room, which is just located across of the bathroom. Sehun stifled a laugh as he saw you. You seemed to be in your own world, not even noticing his presence. He watched as you walked back out of your room to continue brushing your teeth in the bathroom with your eyes wrinkling in happiness.

"Cute." He mumbled with a grin as he took a last glance at you before going downstairs.

You went out of the bathroom as you breathed out in relief.

"Next chapter will be..." You wondered out loud as you walked back into your room. "The guy finally met her, so..."

What will happen next? Should the guy make a move already?

"Maybe?" You muttered as you sat back down on your chair.

As you leaned your head back on the chair, you tilted your head towards the window beside you.

The lights are on?

A broad back suddenly appeared in your sight, making your eyes widen. The white shirt he was wearing was fit and since he was putting a lot of materials inside a bag, you see how his back flex whenever he moves.

And of course, he suddenly turned around and saw you gapping at him.

Sehun waved at you with a smirk.

Your cheeks flushed as you quickly pulled your blinds down, hands slightly trembling in panic.

"What the hell. His room is just..." You groaned in annoyance as you shook your head. "What a pain."

You blinked as you saw a little notebook laying on top of your books.

That seems familiar.

You went to get it and open it as you sat back down.

| "Dear Diary" |

Sehun watched as you disappeared in his sight, chuckling as he saw your panicked expression.

"I wanna know more." He mumbled as he carefully brought the bag out of the room.

✗ ❥ ✗ ❥ ✗ ❥ ✗ ❥ ✗ ✘

It has been a week since the Oh family move in next door. Chanyeol's best friend has been hanging around your house too.

How fun.

"So the guy, who has been getting stalked by my sisters and yours, is your new neighbor? Wow. Such a small world."

Dasom laughed as she watch your face turned sour.

"Why do even girls like him?" You asked as you took a sip of your iced coffee.

"Girls in this generation like bad boys. Almost 95% of the books I've read at the library are all about good girls falling for the bad boys. I'm getting tired of it, girl." Dasom sighed as she looked at your window.

"Why does he enjoy playing with them though?"

"Maybe because he loves the attention? Or maybe he's just a jerk that likes to sleep with them?"

"Why would he like to sleep with them?"

"Probably because he knows that he can just use them for a day then throw them like trash after."

"That's gross." You cringed as you stopped typing.

"Why are you suddenly interested with Oh Sehun, huh? Don't tell me?!" Dasom gasped as she turned to you.

"Shut up. It's not like that."

"Why then?!"

"I kind of used him as the inspiration of the male character in my new story. I needed information about how a real playboy works." You shrugged as you frowned at her.

"Watch your steps then. You might enter the danger zone."

"Danger zone? What's that?"

Dasom walked closer to you, as if someone might hear her speak.

"The danger zone is the hole you might fall in when you get closer to a playboy, Yeoreum-ah."

You laughed at her words, hitting her forehead as you calmed down. She was just staring at you with a blank face.

"T-That's funny." You bit your lip as you stifled the laugh that was trying to get out of your mouth.

"I'm serious!"

"So what happens if I fell into that 'danger zone'?" You giggled as you made quotation marks as you said the two words.

"There's a possibility you might never come out alive."

Your smile dropped as you heard your best friend sigh.

"W-Why? You're gonna die in there then?"

"It's because you'll probably offer your life to him. You'll turn into a boomerang. Like even though he throws you away for a million of times, you'll just end up going back to him. That's how dangerous the danger zone is!"

"What kind of logic is that? How'd you know about this?" You grabbed your glass of iced coffee, feeling your throat dried up.

"I already entered that once."

You choked on your coffee, coughing hard in the process. Dasom squealed in panic. You just raised your palm up as a sign you're okay.

"Why didn't I know about this? Tell me everything!"

"It happened when I went to a party last 2 years ago. I ended up drunk and accidentally..." Dasom grinned as you listened to her attentively. "...had—"

"OKAY. Stop right there. You did that?!" You cut her off, knowing how that night ended with her.

"Don't act so innocent, Park Yeoreum! You're freaking 25, don't tell me you hadn't done that with J— oh fuck. No?"

You shook your head as you closed your eyes in embarrassment.

"But you'd been in a relationship for two years!" Dasom said frustratedly as she shook your shoulders, slightly making you dizzy. "Oh sorry."

"A relationship means loving and caring for each other as you get to know one another more. It's not about having sexual interactions or skinship. It's about staying stronger as time pass by, not only physically, but also emotionally and spiritually. Can you stay longer in a relationship that's just all about sex? You're just a slut if you can."

"I believe in you, my friend." Dasom nodded as she agreed with what you're saying. "You can really change my mind with your words."

"Anyway, I need to finish 5 chapters for this week. It's December already." You groaned as you realized something. "Shit. I have a conference on Monday."

"Where?"

"Seoul Metro Center. The company I'm working at for a while invited me to go. It's an opportunity to see other authors and their works too, so why not. It totally slipped out of my mind!" You said as you stood up and opened your closet.

Jeans, oversized t-shirts, jeans, polos, jeans, and...

"Jeans." You mumbled as you glared at your clothes. "I don't even have any formal clothes."

"I told you, you can count on me! I have a lot!" Dasom exclaimed as she walked to you. "I'll bring the ones I think will suit you tomorrow! I'll take care of it! I can be your make-up artist and hairstylist too!"

"Don't you have work on Monday?"

"Well, what time is your conference?"

"Around 3 in the afternoon."

"My job ends at 2, I can handle that! I'll go straight here after my shift."

You smiled as you turned to your best friend.

"You're really helping me a lot."

"I'm you best friend for goodness' sake! Rely on me more!"

The best best friend.

✗ ❥ ✗ ❥ ✗ ❥ ✗ ❥ ✗ ✘

"Is your Yeoreum noona gonna go somewhere today?" Sehun asked as Chanyeol made the outline of their project.

"What the fuck, dude. Didn't I tell you—"

"I'm just asking because I saw her go out in a formal attire earlier! Chill!" Sehun laughed as Chanyeol frowned at him.

"She's attending a Writers' Convention or something like that. You know how popular her books are, so it's normal she gets invited to events like that. It's her 5th time—"

"I thought you said she doesn't like going out?"

"Well, it's her work. That doesn't count." Chanyeol shrugged his best friend's question as Sehun just looked at him.

"You're hiding something from me, Chanyeol. I know you!"

Chanyeol's eyes widened as Sehun hit his cheek with a meter stick.

"YAH!"

On the other side—

"It's a pleasure to finally meet you, author Park!"

A lot of professional authors, journalists and other well-known people greeted you as you entered the venue.

You were ushered towards your seat by a familiar face.

"Mr. Kim!" You greeted as you saw his face. Mr. Kim Junmyeon is the CEO of the writing company you're currently working at. He's young and already successful. You actually envy him a bit. He's 26 but he looks like he's just 12. Another thing you envy from him.

"You look lovely as usual, Ms. Park." He smiled, showing you his bright smile. "Let me lead you to your seat."

You roamed your eyes around the hall. Everything looks elegant and formal. The people are all wrapped in gorgeous and shining clothes.

You looked down at your dress.

It was simple but stunning in some way.

The dress was white, little diamonds on your waist. The collar part shows a bit of your collarbones, a sparkling necklace hanging resting on them. It's only up to your knees as your sleeves end at your forearms. You didn't wear heels, even though Dasom urged you to wear hers, since you knew how hard and uncomfortable to wear them. A simple white pair of flat shoes will suffice.

Your hair was highly tied, curls on the tips. Your make-up is not that dark, making a natural look for you.

"I want you to meet someone, Ms. Park. My friend wanted to meet you so bad when I mentioned you to him before. He's a writer too, he just lives a bit far from here." Mr. Kim looked around as he searched for his friend.

"May I know where your friend lives?"

"He left a few months ago to go to Canada. But he just returned to Incheon this week, so I invited him to come here too. I told him you're coming, I think he's really your fan. He said he'll come the second he heard you're coming."

You stopped roaming your eyes when Mr. Kim spoke.

"W-Who's your friend, Mr. Kim?"

"He's—" Mr. Kim's eyes widened in delight as he looked at the person behind you. "He's here."

Please tell me it's not him.

You chanted in your mind as you nervously smiled, preparing yourself to greet the newcomer.

"Dude, this is Yeoreum-ssi. I know you're one of her fans. This is a dream come true, huh?" Mr. Kim laughed as he stood up to hug his friend.

"Yeoreum."

As you heard his voice, you closed your eyes. You calmed yourself for a second before standing up to formally greet him. You turned to him with a smile as if everything's fine.

"Jaebum."

It's fucking nice to meet you again.

"Oh! You two know each other already?"

Mr. Kim innocently looked happy as he looked between you and Jaebum.

"Yeah. We were—"

"We were colleagues before." You cut Jaebum off as you gestured the chair in front of you. "Let's sit, shall we?"

The two sat down as Mr. Kim continued talking like he's not sensing the awkward atmosphere on your table.

"You didn't tell me you knew her." Mr. Kim told his friend as he chewed on his beef. "I thought you were just a fan."

"You didn't ask." Jaebum was talking to him but his eyes didn't leave you.

"The event's about to begin. Please settle down as the preparations are being done at the moment."

You sat up straight as you sipped on your glass of water.

"You're not gonna drink wine?" Jaebum suddenly asked, making you turn to him in surprise.

"You know I don't drink wine."

"Why though?"

"It's none of your business, Jaebum."

Jaebum chuckled as he heard you call him his name.

"You use to call me Jae or JB—"

"Please keep your thoughts to yourself. I don't want to hear it."

"Why, Yeoreum-ah?"

You glanced at Mr. Kim, who seems interested with the beef in front of him, before turning to Jaebum.

"What are you talking—"

"You know what I'm talking about."

"If this is about the us in the past—"

"Past? It's just 3 fucking months ago!"

Mr. Kim suddenly turned to the both of you.

"Are you two okay? You're like fighting or something."

"No, no. We're just catching up, Mr. Kim." You smiled at him as you waved him off. He hesitantly nodded as he glanced at his friend.

"Can we not talk about this here?" You mumbled as you focused on the stage in front. You heard him sigh.

"Of course. You're the one who always gets the final say."

Jaebum scoffed as he looked away from your side profile. You slowly brought your fist on your chest, feeling the erratic beating of your heart.

I'm sorry.

You still love him.

A lot.

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❥ Ch.4