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lovetaroandtaemin · 8 months ago

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An Autumn Surprise

Choi Jisu x Reader with a little bit of Chwe Hansol x Reader

Word Count: 5,057 Genre: Fluff with a hint of angst Rating: Some adult themes, MINORS DNI!

Summary: When you go home to your parents' house for Thanksgiving, your car breaks down. Who drives the tow truck, however? Vernon, your best friend Lia's older brother. He's hot, you would never deny that, but Lia is the one you really wants. When a party doesn't go as well as expected, you and your best friend are forced to confront your feelings.

Warnings: Some suggestive dialogue, references to sex but no smut, Vernon is lowkey a condescending asshole, Reader uses Vernon to get over her crush on Lia and It Doesn’t Work, Reader is implied to struggle with comphet, Reader and Lia use unhealthy coping mechanisms to ignore their crushes on each other, some alcohol consumption, mentioned misogyny. Does awkwardness need a warning?

A/N: This is my entry for the K-Vanity "Fall for You" Event! Prompt list can be found here, and the event masterlist can be found here! These are the prompts I chose for this fic: Main Dish: Root Vegetable Rice - 'Thanksgiving is at your parent’s place every year and every year, you drive home to visit. What happens when your car breaks down and the mechanic who comes to save you is none other than your best friend’s smoking hot brother? You haven’t seen each other since you were in that awkward phase in high school' Drinks: Masala Chai and London Fog - “I vote we ditch the others and just do our own thing tonight.” - “You said what to who now?! Why?!” Side Dish: Kiss in the Rain - Kissing as a distraction + Magic!AU + Best friends to lovers

Before I get to the story itself, however, I want to take a minute and thank the amazing @diamonddaze01 for beta reading and giving such helpful feedback! Tara, if you're reading this, I really appreciate you taking the time to beta read for me. I really think that your feedback helped me make this fic the best that it could be.

Fic is under the cut.

Every year that you and your family celebrated Thanksgiving, something went wrong. Whether it was major or minor, you could always count on a problem occurring. For example, during your second year of college, you got pulled over for speeding. Nothing got you out of the ticket, not even the simple seduction spell you’d tried to use on the cop that pulled you over. You’d spent months practicing it on various boys in your class, but the officer that issued your ticket was completely unaffected. You were late for dinner that year for the first time ever, and your mom never let you live it down.

Last year, your parents’ kitchen caught fire while they were in the middle of cooking. In the spirit of the holiday, you were thankful that no one got hurt. However, you still spent the day with your neighbors that you really didn’t like, because there just wasn’t time to cook something else and none of the restaurants in your hometown were open.

This year, your car broke down just outside of your hometown, because of course it did. You knew that your car needed to be fixed, but you were sure that it could wait until after the weekend. Apparently, your certainty was nothing but wishful thinking. You kicked yourself for not handling it sooner, but it didn’t change the fact that you still needed a way to get to your parents’ house. So, you called a local towing company. While you waited for the truck to arrive, you called your best friend Lia. You’d missed her dearly while you were away for school, and talking to her was the best way to pass the time that you could think of.

When she answered the phone, she said, “Hey! Is everything ok?”

“Yeah, everything is fine. My car broke down, and I’m bored waiting for the tow truck. So, I figured I’d call my best friend and see how she’s doing.”

“Well, she misses you and wants to know when the fuck you’re planning to come see her.”

“I’m planning to come see her as soon as the stupid tow truck gets here!”

“The stupid tow truck should hurry up, then,” she said with a laugh.

“I know,” you said, drawing out the last word just so you could hear her laugh again, “I want to see my best friend already.”

The two of you continued to joke around and catch up while you waited for the tow truck to arrive. You hated to admit it, but you were too focused on how beautiful her voice sounded to really care about her playful lecture about how long you’d been gone. In your defense, though, she had the kind of voice that was sweeter than your favorite song. It was one of the many things that you loved about her, just like her smile that was like a ray of sunshine and her confidence that always served to draw people to her, including you. In all honesty, it was a wonder that you didn’t fall for her sooner than you did. She didn’t know about your crush on her at all, of course, since you were terrified of driving her away if she didn’t feel the same. It only got harder to keep it that way, though, when she told you that she loved you. Your brain knew that she meant it platonically. However, your heart didn’t seem to get the memo, since it started to beat faster the moment the words hit your ears.

Your conversation with Lia was interrupted by the tow truck finally arriving. You quickly hung up, telling Lia that you would text her when you got to your parents’ house. Then, you greeted the driver of the tow truck. When he responded as he stepped out of his vehicle, you could hardly hide your surprise. The driver was Vernon, Lia’s older brother.

You had no idea when Vernon started driving a tow truck, or when he started to look that good, but here you were. He looked incredibly different from the last time you saw him in high school, to say the least. He had broader shoulders now, and he had a jawline that looked sharp enough to kill. He seemed much more confident, too, and it was the kind of confidence that you knew made him popular with the ladies in your hometown. Sure, he wasn’t the type of person you typically found yourself admiring, but you did have to admit that he looked good now that he wasn’t an awkward high school kid anymore.

Vernon’s voice asking, “(Y/N)? Is that you?” is what snapped you out of your admiration. Right, you still had to get to your parents’ house.

“Yeah, it’s me,” you said, embarrassment lacing your voice. “I was driving home for Thanksgiving, and my car broke down.”

“One of your little spells couldn’t fix it?” he asked, obviously trying not to laugh.

“It’s not that simple, Vernon. Stuff like fixing a car requires highly specialized magical skills that I just don’t have.”

“Well, I would say that you probably should start trying to practice the kinds of spells that can fix an engine instead of whatever you’re studying now-”

“I’m studying potions and their uses in medicine, for your information.”

“Well, excuse me,” he responded, fighting back another fit of laughter. “I guess your lack of knowledge about cars worked out, though. I got to help a pretty woman out of a jam,” he added with a wink.

You found yourself feeling giddy when you saw him wink, though you didn’t quite understand why. So, you brushed off the feeling, and the two of you talked while he hooked your car up to his truck. After that was done, he drove you to his dad’s garage so that you could get your car fixed. After you were done talking to the mechanic that was working that day, Vernon asked, “So, what are you gonna do now?”

“I’ll probably just call an Uber to get to my parents’ house.”

Vernon really didn’t like the idea of you riding with a stranger, especially when he was basically done for the day and could drive you himself. So, he said, “Look. I’m really not supposed to do this, company policy and all that, but I could drive you if you want.”

You softened at the sweet gesture, appreciative of not having to fight with Uber to get a ride somewhere that Vernon knew the route to by heart from years of driving Lia before she got her license. With a gentle smile, you said, “That would be great.”

You got back into Vernon’s truck, and he started to drive to your parents’ house. During the drive, you took the opportunity to catch up and find out what he’d been up to since the last time you saw him.

“So, you drive a tow truck?” you asked.

“Only when I need a little bit of extra money. Most of the time, I work in dad’s garage.”

“Do you like it?”

“Yeah, I do. There’s something about getting a gorgeous vehicle up and running again that just makes me happy. It’s satisfying, in a way, to know that something I did with my own two hands made someone’s life easier.”

You wanted to be surprised, but you really weren’t. He’d always had an interest in cars, something that he shared with his dad. You never really had an interest yourself, but the way he lit up as he talked about the cars he’d worked on recently made you want to hear more. It was strange, really. Growing up, the two of you were never really close. Now that you were both adults, though, you kind of wanted to be closer. You would have been lying to yourself, however, if you said that his appearance didn’t play a large part in that desire.

Before you knew it, you were at your parents’ house. When you knocked on the door, however, Lia answered. You were surprised to say the least, both by her presence in your childhood home and her drastic appearance change since the last time you saw her. She’d dyed her hair a completely different color, she was wearing a simple dress that was the same shade of orange as a pumpkin, and she looked taller than you remembered because she was wearing heels, something you’d never seen her do before. To say that you thought she looked beautiful would have been an understatement.

You were pulled out of your thoughts by a squeal of excitement and her arms wrapping around you. It’d been too long since you’d gotten to hug your best friend, and evidently, she felt the same way. When she finally let go, the first thing she asked was, “Where have you been?”

“I had to go back to school!”

“Oh, so you can’t visit on the weekend?”

“Not with the number of assignments that I have. Weekends are almost always too busy for me to go anywhere.”

“Then at least call more often!”

Your best friend’s playful scolding was interrupted by your mom yelling, “Lia! Let (Y/N) in please.”

“Sorry, Mrs. (L/N)!” Lia replied before she moved out of the doorway to let you in.

As you entered your childhood home for the first time since your last summer break, you noticed that you felt more at peace than you had for the entire school year up to that point. Something about being home and away from the hustle and bustle of college life really just made you feel so much better. Especially when you made your way to the kitchen and finally got to say hi to your parents.

Before you could finish your greetings, your mom started instructing you on how you could help prepare the meal. You happily agreed to help, and while you did, your dad explained why Lia, Vernon, and their parents were having dinner with your family this year. They’d planned to go to Lia and Vernon’s sister Tiffany’s house for Thanksgiving, but plans were canceled because both Tiffany and her husband had gotten sick and were unable to host. You felt bad that they were sick, but you also appreciated that you got to spend Thanksgiving with Lia. After all, who wouldn’t be excited about such a gorgeous distraction from the typical boring conversations that filled the holiday dinner table?

When dinner was ready, Vernon immediately took a seat next to you, much to Lia’s annoyance. You wanted to ask her if she was ok, but before you could, your dad was giving his usual speech about appreciation and the importance of family. As the meal began, everyone went around the table and shared what they were grateful for. Your mom said that she was grateful for the home that your family had lived in for decades. Your dad said that he was grateful that his marriage to your mom had lasted as long as it did, and that she’d even married him in the first place. Lia said that she was grateful for your friendship, though there was a sense of disappointment in her voice that you couldn’t quite place. Mrs. Choi said that she was grateful for her book club, as well as the new things that she’d learned about both her friends and the world around her since joining. Mr. Choi expressed gratitude that his business had been so successful for so long, and that Vernon had so readily agreed to help him at the garage.

When it was Vernon’s turn, he made a light-hearted comment about how he was grateful for the number of gorgeous women in your hometown. Then, he turned to you and winked. His little joke earned an eye roll from Lia and a half-joking scolding from his parents. You laughed at his comment, though, and before you could even think, you said, “Well, I’m grateful that someone appreciates the effort I put into my appearance,” smiling at Vernon. When you turned back to Lia, however, you saw the dirty look that she gave you. You couldn’t help but feel a bit embarrassed, even though you hadn’t meant anything serious by it. You were just enjoying the attention and using it as a means to distract yourself from your more serious feelings for a little while.

The rest of the dinner was awkward, to say the least. Vernon flirted with you openly, you tried to match his energy while still maintaining conversations about other things, and Lia only got increasingly annoyed at your displays. You wondered why she cared so much, but in the end you reasoned that she was probably just protective of her brother. The two of them had always been close, so there was no reason to suspect that there would be any other reason behind her reaction. You had no idea that she didn’t feel protective of Vernon in that moment. She felt jealous of him.

After the meal was over, Vernon approached you and asked, “So, my friend Joshua is hosting a party tomorrow. Would you like to go with me?”

“That depends. Are you asking me on a date?”

“Well, that depends on whether you want it to be a date,” he replied with a shy smile.

You pretended to think for a minute before you said, “I would love to go with you.”

“Great! I’ll pick you up at 6:30.”

“That sounds great. I’ll see you then.”

Vernon, Lia, and their parents went home for the night, and you spent the rest of the evening catching up with your parents while the three of you worked together to clean the kitchen. They told you about all of the latest gossip at their jobs, and you told them about your studies. Your dad also snuck in a few comments about how close you and Vernon seemed to be, but you told him that you were certain nothing would come of it. After all, the only person you really wanted was Lia.

After your parents went to bed, you checked your phone and saw a text from Lia. She’d invited you to go shopping before Joshua’s party. You readily agreed, excited for some quality time with your best friend. For a moment, you even considered telling her about how you really felt. You immediately thought better of it, however. What if she was already dating someone? What if she didn’t like girls? What if she did, but she just didn’t see you the same way you saw her? The idea of embarrassing yourself like that was too much to bear, so you decided to continue to suffer in silence and hope that going to a party with Vernon would be enough of a distraction. Hell, maybe you could even convince yourself to pursue something more with Vernon.

The next day, you got ready for Lia to pick you up. When she got to your house, she greeted you with an excitement that frankly caught you off guard. Still, when you got in her car, she put on her favorite playlist before driving to the mall. When you got there, you went to your favorite clothing store to find something to wear to the party.

After what felt like hours of trying things on and hating them, you finally found the perfect dress to wear. It was your favorite shade of purple, and while you looked incredible in it, it didn’t look too formal for a gathering like the kind you were certain you would be going to. It was short, but it also wasn’t too revealing for your taste. The silhouette flattered your body perfectly, and you knew that you would turn a few heads.

When Lia came out of the fitting room wearing a black sparkly minidress with fishnets and heels, you felt like you could hardly breathe. She radiated confidence, and you couldn’t help but notice that her dress showed off her figure in all the right ways. Before you could even think to stop yourself, you said, “Wow. I’m jealous of whoever your date to the party is. You look beautiful.”

Lia blushed at the compliment, but she didn’t really react otherwise. You also couldn’t quite read the expression on her face. Assuming that she was uncomfortable and trying to spare your feelings, you quickly apologized and left the area of the store with the fitting rooms to pay for your dress. After that, you called an Uber and left the mall, choosing to wait at home for Vernon to pick you up for the party instead of waiting for him at the mall like you’d originally planned.

To say that Lia was confused by your sudden departure was an understatement. Had she done something wrong? She didn’t think so, but now she wasn’t so sure. She decided not to think about it, however, and focused her energy on getting ready for the party. She fully planned to dance the night away with a pretty girl and pretend for one night that she wasn’t incredibly attracted to you.

Vernon got to your house right on time, excited to escort you to Joshua’s party. Before you went outside to greet him, however, you did a simple charm that would make your makeup flatter your features just a bit better. It was nothing special, just something to give you a bit of extra seduction power. What could be a better way to get over your crush than getting under someone else? Sure, it probably wasn’t healthy, but it sure was going to be fun.

When you actually got to the party, the first thing that Vernon did was introduce you to the host. You’d seen Joshua around town, and the two of you had a number of mutual friends, but you’d never spoken to him directly before. When you did finally talk to him for the first time, you couldn’t help but notice how kind he was when he spoke. He had a reputation for being nice to everyone, but you really didn’t expect him to treat you like a lifelong friend rather than someone he’d just met.

After Joshua left the conversation to greet other guests, you and Vernon made your way to the dance floor. Once you found a spot with enough space, the two of you started to move, and he asked, “So, what do you want to do after this?”

“You?”

“Only if you play your cards right, gorgeous.”

“Well, I’m willing to play however you want me to, handsome.” You had a good feeling about how the night would go as you flawlessly matched Vernon’s energy.

The good feeling you had barely lasted an hour. That was when you noticed that Vernon didn’t listen to a word you said if you weren’t talking about fucking him, and the only time he spoke to you was when he complimented your appearance. For example, at some point you started to tell a funny story about going out with friends the night before you drove home. He showed no signs of paying attention to what you said at all, except for when he looked you up and down and asked, “Was the outfit you wore then as sexy as the one you’re wearing now?” You were frustrated to say the least, but you hoped that the night would get better as it went on.

Your evening with Vernon got even worse, however, when the topic of magic came up. You weren’t sure how it happened, but at some point while you were talking about your studies, he interrupted to go on a rant about how people that used magic for everything were pretentious and lazy. The rant felt very targeted and personal, and that was your final straw. You bid him a hasty goodbye and left him alone on the dance floor.

The last person you wanted to see was Lia, but of course, she was exactly who you ran into. Literally. As you wandered around the party looking for someone to talk to, you accidentally bumped into her. You quickly apologized for bumping into her, then tried to walk away. Before you could, though, she said, “Wait! (Y/N), can we talk?”

“Yeah, sure,” you replied, hoping that the anxiety you were feeling wasn’t obvious. What’s up?”

Lia wanted to ask you what happened at the mall, but before she could, she saw the look of frustration on your face and instead asked, “Are you ok?”

“Yeah, just disappointed that going out with Vernon didn’t go the way I would have hoped.”

Hearing you say that the date didn’t go well should have been a disappointment for Lia. You were her best friend, after all. Instead, though, she couldn’t help but feel a little bit giddy. Partially to comfort you, and partially because she wanted to take the newfound opportunity for alone time with you, she asked, “You know what? I vote we ditch the party and just do our own thing tonight. What do you think?”

“That sounds great, Li. Thank you.”

“Don’t mention it. Where do you wanna go?”

“How about that diner across town?”

The two of you made your way to Lia’s car, spending the whole time talking about the food that you wanted to get when you got to the diner. It was one of the best places to get food in your hometown, so “excited” didn’t even begin to describe how you were feeling, especially because you were going with your best friend. As happy as you were about going, however, you were also nervous. What if you did something that made Lia uncomfortable again? You didn’t think you could take losing her as a friend if that happened.

After you got to the diner and ordered your food, the first thing that Lia did was ask, “So, what happened with Vernon?”

“We just didn’t vibe well with each other, and it was disappointing. I’m ok with that, though.”

“Are you sure? It seems like there’s more to it than that.”

“Oh, there isn’t, really. I’m just thinking about other stuff.”

“What kind of other stuff?” Your face fell at her question, and she added, “Is it about the mall?”

“Kind of.”

“What happened? You kind of disappeared on me. I thought I did something wrong.”

“I thought that I did something wrong. You looked uncomfortable when I complimented the dress you picked out.”

“I was just surprised, honestly. You never really talk like that when we shop together, so I didn’t really know what to say.”

“Well, I should probably fix that. You always look gorgeous.”

Lia blushed at your words, and you noticed that she had the same expression on her face that she had at the mall. For a minute, you started to wonder if she liked you as much as you liked her. Before you could think too much about it, however, your food got to your table.

Unlike Vernon, Lia genuinely seemed to care about what you had to say. While the two of you ate, you shared stories about what had happened over the past few months while you’d been away for school. Your favorite story that you told her was about calling out a sexist professor.

“Hold on. You said what to who now?! Why?!” she asked, fully invested in the story you were telling.

“I told the professor to suck my dick because he was being a misogynistic prick, and I was tired of his bullshit.”

While you continued to talk, Lia found herself admiring your passion for what was important to you. It was one of the many things that she loved about you. The more she thought about the things that she liked about you, like your kindness and sense of humor, the more she couldn’t help but think that she really wanted to be more than a friend to you.

When your meal ended, you found yourself disappointed that your time with Lia was ending. Just before the two of you left the restaurant, you decided to take advantage of the little confidence you had left, and you asked, “Would you want to meet up at the park tomorrow to hang out a bit more? I’ve missed you a lot lately, and I’d really like to see you more before I have to go back to school.”

“That sounds great,” she said, pulling you into yet another hug. While the two of you walked back to her car, and on the drive home, you discussed what time you would meet at the park and what you would do when you got there. Just as you felt like you had planned everything out, Lia happened to pull up to your front door. You thanked her again for a fun time before you went inside, thinking about whether you should finally tell Lia about your feelings for her. In the end, you decided that you would.

When Lia left your house, she couldn’t help but feel disappointed that you weren’t going home with her. She liked you a lot, and she’d hoped that the two of you could spend a bit more time together before you had to go. She was excited about meeting you at the park, however. As she drifted off to sleep, she decided that she would finally tell you that she’d had a crush on you since high school.

The time came for you to meet Lia at the park, and you were already second-guessing your decision to finally tell her how you felt. What if she didn’t feel the same? You were terrified of risking your friendship because of what felt like a stupid crush, and you were certain that something would go wrong. Before you could panic too much, however, you took a deep breath and reminded yourself how long you’d been friends. You went to the same preschool, for fuck’s sake. A single awkward moment couldn’t shake the kind of bond that the two of you had. If it could, she would have dropped you as a friend years ago.

You decided to walk to the park, since your car was still getting repaired. While you walked, you thought about what you would say to Lia. You wanted her to know that you valued her friendship more than anything else, and that you were completely ok with staying friends if she didn’t feel the same way. Sure, it would be awkward for a while until you got over her, but you were certain that your friendship could withstand absolutely anything.

When you got to the park, Lia was already waiting for you with a bouquet of deep red roses in her hands. You panicked when you saw the flowers, since you didn’t think to get anything for her. Once you calmed down, however, you used your admittedly limited conjuring skills to make a stuffed bear appear in your hand. It was even her favorite color, bright orange. You were proud of yourself as you made your way to where she sat.

For a few minutes after you sat down, you and Lia were both completely silent. You both knew what you wanted to say, but neither of you wanted to be the first one to speak. In the end, it wasn’t what you said that got the ball rolling, but rather what you did. With a shaky hand and anxiety coursing through your veins, you held the bear out for Lia to take. The smile on her face when she saw it was worth more than gold in your eyes, and when she said “I love it! Thank you so much,” you couldn’t help but smile too.

The smile on your face got even bigger when Lia handed you the bouquet of roses. You knew that she knew that they were your favorite flower, and the sweet gesture made you want to cry tears of joy. You did manage to maintain your composure, however. Then, Lia said, “So, can I ask you something?”

Fuck.

You took a deep breath before you nodded. When she asked, “Why did you go out with Vernon of all people? You’ve never shown any interest in him before, so why now?”

With a sigh, you said, “I just wanted a distraction.”

“A distraction from what?”

“You.” Lia looked puzzled, so you continued, “Look, Lia. I like you a lot, and I have for a long time. I understand if you just want to be friends, but I thought that you should know how I really feel about you.”

Lia was quiet for a minute while she processed what you’d said, and you couldn’t help but panic again. Before you could worry too much, however, she laughed and asked, “Do you really think that I would have bought you roses if I didn’t like you too?”

You thought for a second before you said, “No, I guess not. Does this mean that you’d say yes if I asked you to be my girlfriend?”

“Yes, it does.”

“Then would you do me the honor of-”

Before you could even finish asking, Lia kissed you. As you felt her lips on yours for the first time, you couldn’t help but think that it felt different than when you’d kissed Vernon the night before. Kissing him was a mere distraction, a band-aid that you put over your feelings to prevent them from spilling out of you. Kissing Lia, however, was an expression of the feelings that you’d tried so desperately to ignore. Kissing Lia felt right, whereas kissing Vernon felt wrong in a way you couldn’t really put into words. That didn’t matter, though. All that mattered was that you and Lia were finally officially in a relationship.

You and Lia spent the rest of your weekend home together, just enjoying being around each other as much as you could. Then, when your car was fixed and it was time for you to leave, you promised to try to visit home as often as you could. She also promised to visit you on the weekends that you couldn’t visit her, and you left. As you drove back to the dorms and chaos, you couldn’t help but think about what had gone right this Thanksgiving, rather than what went wrong.

Thank you so much for reading! It is such an honor to be part of the @kvanity network and participate in this awesome event! I really hope that y'all enjoy reading my submission as much as I enjoyed writing it. If you did, please check out the other fics in the #kfallforyou tag! They're also in the event masterlist! If you would like to check out my other work, my personal masterlist is here. If you'd like to see what else I've got in store, my upcoming works list is here. If none of that catches your attention, or there's something specific that you'd like to see, send a request via asks or dms! If you'd like to be tagged whenever I post a new fic, comment on any of my fics, send an ask, or send a dm with the username that you would like tagged! Once again, thank you to @diamonddaze01 for beta reading! Y'all should check out her work if you haven't, she's an amazing writer!

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lesbolieeh · 2 years ago

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She left behind a poem

Yuna (ITZY) ✦ Fem!Reader

WC—3.8 ✦ k

THEMES—sfw ✦ light angst ✦ future fluff (?) ✦ best friend au ✦ crush au

WARNING—anxiety ✦ heartbreak ✦ crying yuna :(

NOW PLAYING—Jenny (I Wanna Ruin Our Friendship) ✦ Studio Killers

[A/N.] 언니 (eonni) = older sister

Original ver. “The Notebook” (Somi x reader)

M.LISTS—itzy ✦ latest updates ✦ read on wp

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Today was one of those bad fucking days. One of those days when you can't find any positivity in anything. One of those days when you don't feel like talking to the people you love the most. One of those days when you just want to give up.

The first thing you saw in the morning was a the notification of a text from your girlfriend. Looking at the white speech bubble is something you usually look forward to when you see Somi's name bright up your screen, knowing she always has something entertaining to tell.

But this particular morning she said something you wish were a joke.

SomSom babieboo💞

[ive been thinking lately and _____ i think we need a break]

😘🤌👅🍒🍑✂️🌈☀️

[You're not going to tell me why?]

Seen 10:17

You asked her the first thing that came to your mind. She couldn't possibly just expect you to be OK with having a break without a reason, right?

After an hour you accepted the fact that she had left you on read and that she wasn't going to reply anytime soon.

Maybe it was because she called you _____.

She never called you by your name. Only your friends called you that. She was supposed to call you weird or cheesy pet names and nothing else!

She left you with a headache. She left you with your bad thoughts and theories. Damn you, Somi.

It was very human-like of you to be in a bad mood. Only a robot would feel nothing in this situation. The day wouldn't get any worse. You were going to make sure of it! Your mood may have been bad, but you weren't going to let anyone else get affected by it. Lashing out on innocent people because you don't feel good on the inside is something you hated doing.

Today you were going to hang out with your best friend, Yuna, have a picnic on a park next to the Han river. Yuna had packed a cute pink basket (that she had specifically bought for you two to use for picnics together since they happened at least thrice a month) which was filled with tuna and kimchi kimbap, green grapes, two clementines and some churro flavored chips and you had packed a large outdoor blanket so Yuna wouldn't have too much to carry. For almost a week you two hadn't met up and you both missed each other and wanted to make up for the days you had spent apart so of course you went for the nice, typical no-homo picnic hang out session.

But no.

You weren't going to meet Yuna and ruin her parade with the rain cloud that was following you around wherever you went since you opened your eyes this dark morning. No, you weren't going to let the first time you two meet in such a long time be ruined by the sad news you got this ugly morning.

언니 🥰

[I can't hang out today, sorry]

Baby Yunanana🍓

[why not?☹️]

언니 🥰

[I'm not feeling too well]

Baby Yunanana🍓

[it's ok i'll get some soup for u😊]

언니 🥰

[No, you don't need to, I don't want you to get sick!]

Baby Yunanana🍓

[but ive missed u sm☹️]

언니 🥰

[We'll meet another day I promise to make up for this!]

And so you put the phone gently on the table to lay on the sofa and binge watch some random show. You made sure to turn your phone off first since you knew you'd cut Somi some slack in case you read any persuasive text from her — she's good with words and making you feel loved. Whilst you were looking through all the lists Netflix had created for you, which were filled with movies and series you either had already seen or weren't interested in, Yuna was still expectantly waiting for her screen to go bright.

She must be joking, she thought.

Unlike you, Yuna's morning had started out brilliant. From the moment she opened her eyes, she was smiling and full of energy, excited to hang out with you after not seeing you for five whole days. She had missed you. Spending time with you was one of her favorite hobbies! Since you two had picnics regularly you two had decided that you would take turns in deciding and packing the picnic basket and this time it was Yuna's turn! She had been so excited all week, planning out a shopping list days before. She had specifically purchased grapes this time because she had this fantasy of putting one in your mouth (which sounded weird, but it would feel intimate to feed you fruit) and also playing around and throwing grapes up in the air and catching them in the mouth.

Needless to say, she liked you a little more than a best friend should and that was a bit of a problem. Her friends kept telling her that it was stupid to spend so much time with you and that Yuna should either try to ignore her emotions or she should distance herself from you until she loses feelings, because it was unfair to hurt herself by giving herself false hopes of getting somewhere with a taken girl.

And Yuna knew it. For so long, she'd known that it was a bad idea to like you. You didn't like her in the same way, and you even had a girlfriend for fuck's sake — and a really pretty one at that! But no matter how many red flags there were, she still wanted to spend everyday with you. She didn't want a week to go by without being with you. She wanted to cuddle with you on a picnic blanket. She wanted to kiss you when you visited photo booths. She wanted to share shirts with you. She wanted to stay up late and talk until you two fell asleep in each others' arms. She wanted to be the only one you called Baby.

Wondering why you called Yuna 'Baby' when you already were in a relationship with Somi? Well, Baby had been Yuna's nickname before you even met Somi (yes, you'd known Yuna longer than you'd known Somi, yet you still found yourself in a relationship with the latter — or not anymore actually). And though your (then) girlfriend never liked it, you had convinced her it was just a friendly pet name. Because that's exactly what it was.

To you.

To Yuna it was the closest she'd ever feel to being your girlfriend. But you started using that pet name less and ever since Somi came around and ruined everything more than it already was ruined. Yuna even had to change her contact name on your phone to include the word 'baby' so you wouldn't forget to call her that.

She loathed Somi.

Somi was always the reason why you couldn't hang out with your bestfriend for too long, why you couldn't call her Baby on certain occasions and why you couldn't look at her as a potential girlfriend. Somi was an attention thief. Not really. But it felt like it. Yuna was jealous of everything Somi had with you.

Because your girlfriend obviously was a threat, Yuna felt like she needed even more of your validation than before (which was already a lot). She needed your attention. If you ignored her she'd think it was your way of telling her that you had left her completely for Somi. Ridiculous! She shouldn't feel like you owe attention to her.

Your friendly fucking friendship was the closest thing Yuna had to being together with you in the way she really wanted, so she valued it a lot. Not having you as her girlfriend was painful enough, but not having you as even her friend would break her.

Right now you weren't validating your time together, nor your friendship — or at least it felt like it to Yuna. She always needed. Your attention and unlike normally, she wasn't getting it right now. Her smile dropped and so did her excitement for the day.

Was this the end?

She knew that spending one week without each other would lead to more time for you to spend with your damn girlfriend but she didn't know it would lead to the end of your friendship.

No way she'd bail on the picnic plans.

Baby Yunanana🍓

[can i pls come over? i bought fruits for u<33 i'm sure fruits is exactly what u need right now!!]

Baby Yunanana🍓

[idc if i get sick or not bc i still wanna hang out w u]

Baby Yunanana🍓

[pls 언니]

Sent 11:33

You had ignored her only once before and it was a horrible experience.

The way you ignored her (on accident) was so hurtful that she had to leave the gathering that she had looked forward to for so long, confusing the other guests, to go and lock herself in a bathroom so she could cry without bothering anyone. You'd gone right after her since you knew it wasn't very Yuna-like to leave a fun time for no reason. After you had knocked on the door and reassured her you were her best friend and not a random person coming to make fun of her, she let you in the bathroom.

The sight you were met by was her crumbling figure on the floor and overflowing tears on her cheeks. She had thought that you wanted nothing to do with her. Stupid you didn't see the obvious signs. It was because of the fact that you hadn't paid any attention to her that Yuna had gotten the idea that you had grown bored of her or that you wanted to leave her for Somi (she hadn't told you the latter part, of course). And weeks later you did get together with Somi. And that made her cry herself to sleep for days which you never knew.

How much your lack of attention and affection for Yuna had affected her was scary. And a fucking sign, you idiot. Nobody gets so worked up over the loss of affection of someone they view as a friend. Ever since that incident you'd made sure to always remind her of how much you value your friendship.

Except for today.

She thought she had made it clear enough to you that you never ever should ignore her unless you really meant It. Unless you really wanted to part ways. To go from the bestest friends to cold acquaintances. Some people might think it's crazy to be this attached to a best friend but you weren't just her best friend. You were her love and happiness. Without you she didn't have either.

Five minutes passed since she triple texted you and she still had no reply. Slowly she felt how her tummy was turning into knots and how her eyes started stinging.

Baby Yunanana🍓

[ur making me worried]

Baby Yunanana🍓

[hey!! text me so ik u didn't die from choking on strawberry milk 언니😰]

Baby Yunanana🍓

[r u ignoring me?🫠]

Baby Yunanana🍓

[unless u have corona, meet me by the river at 6 if u care abt me. i need to talk to u abt smth important]

Sent 12:04

If you didn't show up she knew for sure that you had left her behind forever. If you did show up then she'd confess to you. So spontaneous. She couldn't keep her feelings away from you for another year because it wasn't healthy and she knew it. She knew she would have to tell you about her feelings sooner or later. And after being without you for a whole ass week and after experiencing the cruel punishment that is being ignored and even thinking you broke your dear friendship off, she knew the time had come for her to finally woman up and confess.

Whilst she was anxiously thinking through why she made such a bold move and possibly ruined any future she had with you, the girl she loved was being lazy and stuffing her face in pillows in front of a TV.

one season of Young Royals later...

Tossed between blankets and an overflow of pillows, your tummy roared like a lion. You hadn't eaten anything yet. Maybe it was time to do something other than numbing your feelings with Netflix and the drinks you had at home? As you stood up you felt heavy. You had moved maximum 100 meters in the past few hours — to go to the bathroom then kitchen and back to the living room — and it had taken a toll on your body physically.

Fuck.

You sat back down on your sofa and brought your phone to view after hours without it.

[6 new messages from Baby Yunanana🍓]

Fuck. The last message was sent so long ago. You looked at your windows. It was dark outside. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. As fast as you physically could, you put on a pair of shoes and a jacket with your aching limbs.

In just a few minutes you were on your way to the closest bus station. The whole bus ride to the river was filled with thoughts putting you down. Your favorite person in the world was sensitive about this stuff and you hurt her. You were supposed to not let your bad mood affect anybody around you. But who were you kidding? Of course something had to go wrong with an idea you constructed and analyzed for four microseconds.

Before you knew it you had arrived at the destination. You were speed walking to the river. You two always went to the exact same spot by the river since it was usually vacant, by some miracle, and had a pretty view of a bridge.

You were naive enough to think that isolating yourself from your bestfriend and your phone would help solve your problems, so you were certainly naive enough to go and check if Yuna was still at your meeting place hours after you were supposed to meet her. What if she wasn't there? What if she was there?

The water was shimmering from the moonlight and next to it was a bench and a thin, tall silhouette. Your eyes widened. Could it be...? Sniffles. That's the sound that came from their direction. You walked closer and could make out the lines of a figure that was all too familiar.

"Baby?"

The silhouette turned around and though it was dark you could see that it in fact was her. You quickly sat down beside her and noticed that a couple of notebooks were scattered on the ground next to a bike. You didn't know what to do, never having seen glad Yuna cry. After another particularly loud sniffle you turned your attention back to her. The light of the moon exposed the redness and tears on her face. For hours she'd been outside and her face was still wet with tears.

"Why are you still out at this hour?"

She choked on her tears and rested her face in her hands, "Because I'm a fool."

"No, you're not a—"

"Why are you here?" she interrupted you.

Touché.

"You told me to meet you if I care about you."

"You come here hours later as if I don't mean anything to you," she hurried out before her voice could crack.

"I'm sorry about that. But if I didn't care about you I wouldn't show up at all," you spoke with a soft tone. The last thing you wanted was to be harsh, especially since you were the reason your best friend was upset.

"Why did you do this to me, 언니?" she looked you in the eyes as if she'd find any answers inside them.

"I promise I didn't do it on purpose. I would never hurt you on purpose," you took her hands into yours, oblivious to how the simple gesture made Yuna a bit hopeful on the inside.

Her hands were so cold it was shocking that she was shaking because of her crying and not because of the ice-like coldness. That's what happens when you're out for hours when there's no sun — or person — to keep you warm.

"I saw the messages 20 minutes ago and got here immediately. I would never purposely ignore you, Baby."

You made sure to use her nickname in almost every sentence you spoke, silently telling her that you don't want to fight. Slowly you brought her hands to your lips and kissed them lightly, five kisses on each hand for every finger. She looked at your lovely action and felt how her tears were slowing down. The kisses didn't make her warm — maybe for a second — but at least they made her feel somewhat better inside.

"I'm so, so sorry you had to be here in the cold," you apologized and kept her hands in yours as an attempt to warm them.

One part of Yuna wanted to continue being mad and make you feel bad for the hurt you'd caused her but the bigger part wanted you to hold her in your arms. She loved you and couldn't stay mad at you for long even if she tried.

"I-It's OK, 언니. At least you're here now," she whispered and looked at your locked hands, admiring the sight since it may never happen again — or maybe she should make sure her hands are cold more often—

You sent her a sorrowful smile and let her head rest on your shoulder, resting your own against it as an instinct, both from being comfortable and tired.

"From now on I will check if I have any texts every hour for you," you said with an exaggerated joking voice to lighten the mood.

She giggled. You weren't even being that funny but you were both tired and sad, so anything even a tiny bit funny was hilarious to both of you.

"What did you want to tell me before, Baby?" you whispered into her fluffy hair and petted it.

Should she tell you how she feels? Should she possibly ruin this? If she told you how she truly felt, would you ever kiss her hands like you did just now? Would you ever touch her this caringly ever again? Would you continue to call her Baby? Or would all of that be gone due to your loyalty to your sweet precious girlfriend Somi?

For hours Yuna had been outside in the cold waiting for the love of her life so she could tell her the truth. But it took time before you, the love of her life, showed up. Too long.

When a person is alone outside with notebooks filled with blank pages to write feelings and stories in, it's easy to let emotions take over. She ended up writing around seven poems. Some poems were really cheesy and written in the spirit of the moment. Some didn't even rhyme. Some were a perfect description of where she was in her non-existing love life.

But they all had one thing in common.

They were melancholic and written from the point of view of a woman who was hopelessly in love with her best friend.

"Nothing. I just wanted to have a picnic with you, 언니. I was just being dramatic to convince you to come despite feeling under the weather," she lied right through her teeth.

That made no sense because you two had never been on a picnic after sunset and Yuna would never lie to make you come see her. But you were tired and desperate to leave the cold outside, so you chuckled lightly, believing her immediately.

"Then where are the snacks?" you asked, confused since the only things around you were notebooks, a bike and water.

"I ate them."

Laughter filled the air; your genuine one and her fake one.

You put your face in her cheek, making her blush (not that you'd notice, since her cheeks were already red from before), "Well, my tummy is a little too thin right now, so let's go somewhere."

"In the middle of the night?" she questioned.

"Yes," you smiled against her cheek and she felt it, making her smile too.

"OK."

You both were still smiling when you were picking up all the notebooks to get ready for the ride. Jokes were thrown here and there. It was as if nothing had happened. You both knew it was a misunderstanding and you valued the friendship with the other too much to put energy into arguing. And you were tired too, so the argument wouldn't even be that epic even if you tried.

"What about your bike?"

"Oh nooo! The buses are always so full now that it's too late to take the subway!" Yuna whined.

"You know what? Since I was a jerk you can go take a warm bus while I ride in the cold," you said impulsively.

"B-But, 언니—" she smiled, flattered.

"B-But nothing," you interrupted her and sat down on the bike. Anyone who had spoken to you knew you were stubborn. She laughed. The little sadness she had left was gone by now. Her cheeks were dry. Still red, but not from crying, now they were red from blushing.

"OK, whatever you say, 언니."

"You brought a transport card right?" you made sure since she came by bike.

"Yes I do~ See you in an hour, 언니," she winked at you and waved with a smile brighter than the moon before running to the bus that just arrived.

You waved back to her and got ready to bike — you definitely needed a head start. But before you started you couldn't help but see something white standing out in the darkness.

It was another one of Yuna's notebooks. You must've been too tired to notice it when you were picking them up. Thankfully the notebook was open or else you wouldn't have noticed it as it had a dark cover. You took it into your hands. To make sure it really was Yuna's you needed to read at least a snippet.

You prayed it was Yuna's because it would be worse if you read a stranger's private thoughts than your best friend's since you already knew all her secrets. The snippet was Yuna's. It was from one of the pages of poems that didn't rhyme, that was very cheesy but depicted how sappy she was feeling and also told her part of the story that you never knew.

i want to feel my best friend's lips on my lips

ugh how much of a cliche gay can i be haha

i don't want her to call me 'baby' only

i want her to call me 'mine'

i want to call her that too

You drop the book on the grass. So that's what she wanted to tell you.

✦ ੈ ✦ ‧₊˚ * ੈ ✦‧₊˚＊* ੈ ✦ ‧₊˚ * ੈ ✦‧₊˚＊* ✦ ੈ ✦ ੈ ✦ ‧₊˚ * ੈ ✦‧₊˚＊* ੈ ✦ ‧₊˚ * ੈ ✦‧₊˚＊* ✦ ੈ ✦

❝ Jenny, darling, you're my best friend

But there's a few things that you don't know of

Why I borrow your lipstick so often

I'm using your shirt as a pillow case

(...)

I've been doing bad things that you don't know about

Stealing your stuff now and then

Nothing you'd miss, but it means the world to me ❞

—chubby cherry; 2013

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ryejifics · 2 years ago

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False hope

Type: very angsty read at your own risk

Yuna x reader

"God y/n, were friends, and that's all we ever will be. What made you believe otherwise? Pfft, as if I ever really liked you."

Those words played over and over again in your head. The voices were so loud. Yuna used you once again. She crushed your heart and threw away the pieces to it. She gave you hope one day just to take it away another. Just like dangling candy in front of a baby but never giving it to them. She gave you all the attention you could ever want. Texting you good morning and good night like you never had before. Asking if you ate. Saying how much she loved your eyes and how cute you were. You never really had love before. You would take the bare minimum as no one has ever shown interest in you. You dated maybe once, but that didn't go so well. Now that you had hope, you held onto it. Yet it all came crashing down when you got the text. She had you so confused. One day, she acted like she hated your guts, and the next, she was flirting. Could she make up her mind? You had enough and got the courage to ask. That's when you realized how stupid you were to believe she actually liked you. You cried that night. Curled up into a burrito and holding onto your favorite plush. Taking out everything that ever reminded you of her. The movie ticket? You burned it. The flowers? Thrown away. The nicknames she used to call you? You told people to stop calling you that. Yuna didn't even feel an ounce of sympathy for you. In fact, you found out she went to a party and hooked up with another that same night while you were at home crying. If she was so bad, why did the attention feel so good? You didn't know, you also didn't know why you ever had hope. You'd only ever be her friend to play with the feelings of. A player is all she will ever be. Love wasn't meant for you. All you were was a toy to people to play with. For a price of attention in exchange for heartbreak after. You always took the deal. In the end you'd never find love anyways. Yuna told you that often. She told you how she would be the only one to ever flirt with you. How you'd never find love. It was true, after Yuna there was no one. Maybe it was something wrong with you. Maybe something you're doing wrong. Or maybe it's just a cruel world. You questioned it all. In the end, it was only you, yourself, and your cruel mind telling you those words over and over again. Lesson learned. Don't fall in love. Because someone will always find a way to take that from you. Just like Yuna.

#itzy fic #itzy imagines #itzy #itzy x reader #itzy midzy #itzy angst #itzy scenarios #yuna imagines #yuna x reader #itzy yuna #shin yuna #yuna

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nr1chaedickrider · 8 months ago

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i really wanna write more for itzy ngl...

what do u guys think

#feeling silly #itzy #itzy fluff #itzy smut #itzy angst #love my girls

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ouurchids · 2 days ago

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︵ ◌ Ⳋ OT5 ╱ MULTI 𓏧 soft thoughts ⋆ hard thoughts

nothing yet !

황예지 YEJI 𓏧 soft thoughts ⋆ hard thoughts

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최지수 LIA 𓏧 soft thoughts ⋆ hard thoughts

nothing yet !

신류진 RYUJIN 𓏧 soft thoughts ⋆ hard thoughts

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#itzy x reader #itzy smut #itzy fluff #itzy angst #itzy fanfic #itzy hard thoughts #itzy smau #yeji x reader #lia x reader #ryujin x reader #chaeryoung x reader #yuna x reader

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beautifulchris · 1 year ago

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trainwreck

pairing: choi lia x gn!reader

summary: sometimes, relationships are meant to end

genres: angst, lovers to exes!au, good ending?

wc: 1,1k

tw: lia is a bad girlfriend, swearing

notes: hello everyone! this fic is part of my collection of fics! indented are the lyrics (ignore the mentions of a dress and 'boy'), banner made by me on canva. also!! idk if you'll notice, but this one is also based on two other songs from anne-marie c: happy reading!

listen to the song for a more immersive experience: spotify link | youtube link

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“I can’t do this anymore.”

You meant to say this for a while now, and today was the day you finally gathered the courage to verbalize the thought.

“What do you mean?”

The words that flew past her lips were nonchalant, like she was completely relaxed. Sitting up, she had her arms and legs crossed and a seemingly emotionless face. At least, that was the face you knew she made when unimpressed.

“I mean… that I want to break up with you.”

In contrast, you were so nervous you could feel your heart hammer in your chest, and sweat was running down the sides of your face. Her reaction didn’t ease you either.

“Okay.”

Was it all you meant to her? After everything, it looked like it didn’t faze her at all. Saying you weren’t hurt would be a lie.

“Is that all you have to say?”

“What? Did you think I’d get on my knees begging you to stay? If you want to leave, go, the door’s wide open” she stated as she gestured towards the front door of her apartment. “I’ll wait for you to come back. Cause I know you will eventually. You know what? I give you two weeks at most.”

You couldn’t believe your ears. Did those hostile yet detached words really left her lips effortlessly?

You grabbed your bag and left her place without delay, whispering to yourself: “I won’t.”

Choi Lia has been an important person in your life, yes.

You loved her intensely and sincerely for many months, but soon, mostly thanks to your friends, you started to acknowledge the little details. Minimal at first, but, over time, they grew bigger until you couldn’t ignore them anymore.

She’d look into your phone whenever you’d leave the room without it, subtly mock you in front of her friends, cancel numerous dates to go to parties instead, order take-away when she was aware you cooked for her…

You always put up with it because you loved her, but letting her go, albeit painful, was the best thing you could’ve done for your own health.

Called up my friends, took their advice Put on a dress, I'm out tonight I can't believe I said goodbye Oh yeah, this time you know, I finally let you go, yeah

It had been three days since you put an end to the relationship. Of course your friends would take you out on a Friday night.

The party was chill. There were around twenty people, refreshing cocktails, good background music and board games.

Lia didn’t come to mind once, much to the delight of your dear friends.

You actually made some new acquaintances, which was nice.

Spending more time with your friends, they saw the difference in your behavior.

“You look happier, Y/N,” one of them informed you.

“You smile and laugh more, you seem more alive,” another one added.

You felt it, too. You felt free from her. Her claws. Her grip on you.

I don't know why you thought that I'd be sheddin' a tear When I'm chillin' at the party, and I'm glad you're not here And I don't know what to say, but the pain disappeared And I'm sorry Bet you think I'm a trainwreck, upset Friday night, layin' lonely in my bed Truth is, boy, I'm so fuckin' happy Without you

Life went on.

A month later, Lia was on her couch, a drink in hand. It was dark in her apartment.

“Why haven't they come back already?”

She was fidgeting, her lips pressed together and her brows furrowed.

“They should’ve been back by now.”

Her phone rang in the deafening silence, making her flinch. Her eyes widened and she laughed. “Of course, Y/N would call instead of coming unannounced.”

She answered the phone with a confident smirk, ready to hear your begging.

“I put all your stuff in a bag. Do you have a moment this week so we could trade?”

Lia’s smile disappeared as quickly as it arrived.

“Also, don’t forget to give me back the keys to my place. I feel uneasy knowing you still have them. Not like you came often, anyway.”

It was her turn to be too stunned to speak. How could you be so apathetic? It wasn’t like you to use this tone when talking to her. She stared at the wall with an open mouth.

“I’ll wait for your message, then. Hanging up.”

Before Lia could protest, the call was over. She sat there, not moving for a while, thoughts twirling in her mind.

So pour yourself another drink Sit on your couch and overthink In all your lies and arrogance, I've been alright, you know So glad you let me go, yeah

Your ex-girlfriend finally gave you a time and place to meet. Without much surprise, it was at her place. Seeing her again after so long was not as painful as you thought it would be—not as painful as Lia hoped it would be.

She had to face the fact you changed. You weren’t the easily manipulated, sweetly naive and blindly in love person anymore. Much to her dismay.

“Here,” you handed her the bag, expecting another one in return.

Instead, she took a step back and offered for you to come in. “Want something to drink?”

“No?” With furrowed brows, you crossed your arms. “Give me back my stuff, please.”

“Don’t you have anything to say to me?”

You tilted your head, tapping your chin with your free index finger. “As a matter-of-fact, no, I don’t. I just want my stuff and leave this place forever.”

“Well… I…” Not finding anything concrete to say, she sighed loudly.

Reluctantly, she grabbed the bag from the ground behind her and put the handle on your outstretched hand, before taking hers out of your other hand.

“You don’t mind me checking, right?”

She slowly shook her head, eyes unfocused, even if you didn’t wait for her approval. The key was there, that was all you cared about. Wait, no, there was a cute outfit you forgot about, too.

You thanked her and left. She called out for you, but you didn’t turn around. “Erase my number!”

It wasn’t said with a negative tone, but Lia took it like a stab in the back. Which was really audacious coming from her.

She just couldn’t believe you left her without a second thought and didn’t come back like she was convinced you would.

And now we're at the final stop And I'm the one that's gettin' off I know you hope I'm cryin', but I'm doin' just fine

She was now part of your past. Unerasable, of course, but peaceful.

thanks for reading! feedback is always appreciated :) masterlist

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chaestats · 2 years ago

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GG MASTERLIST

TWICE

Nayeon

Insecurity drabble fem!reader has chubby & small hands

Jeongyeon

Momo

Sana

Drabble where she finds out about fem!reader's sh scars

Jihyo

Mina

Insecurity drabble fem!reader hates her moles

Dahyun

Chaeyoung

Tzuyu

OT9

BLACKPINK

Jisoo

Jennie

Rosé

Lisa

OT4

ITZY

Yeji

Lia

Ryujin

G!p Ryujin headcannons

Chaeryoung

Yuna

OT5

AESPA

Karina

Gisselle

Winter

Ningning

OT4

RED VELVET

Irene

Seulgi

Wendy

Joy

Yeri

OT5

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alcoholfreenayeon · 1 year ago

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ITZY

Fluff Smut Angst

OT5

Yeji

Girlfriend HCs

Love is

Lia

Girlfriend HCs

Ryujin

Girlfriend HCs

Chaeryoung

Girlfriend HCs

Yuna

Ships

Ryeji:

Be in love

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zznblr · 3 months ago

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exes and ohs 𐙚 c.yj

ʚ♡⃛ɞ his ex is getting married to his brother. he’s totally okay with it. he’s very happy for them. of course, he’s going to the wedding. and he definitely did not pay his next door neighbor five hundred dollars to be his plus one at their destination wedding.

written + smau • fluff + angst • fake dating • friends to lovers • neighbors to lovers starring choi yeonjun featuring soobin and beomgyu of tomorrow x together • yeji from itzy • chaewon from le sserafim • manon and daniela from katseye started on. april 5th 2025 status. completed

character profiles

one: you are cordially invited two: and that's a bad thing three: get a girlfriend four: alert the news and the media five: favors for friends six: bem-venido seven: fumbling eight: walk down memory lane nine: defeated ten: kiss and make up eleven: brothers twelve: dinner with friends thirteen: they got you too fourteen: you're drunk... fifteen: viola sixteen: bad kisser seventeen: eight flights of stairs eighteen: glad you’re here nineteen: something blue twenty: worth the wait

disclaimer: all representations of characters in this story are completely fictional. this is not a reflection of the real people that they are inspired by or even how i feel about them. it is simply for storytelling purposes.

reblogs n comments are appreciated :)

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wherethefireliliesgrow · 5 months ago

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Already Yours (Part 1)

Yoo Jimin (Karina) x Reader

GENRE: angst, fluff, arranged marriage

TYPE: Two Shot

Inspired by: urs-NIKI

A/N: i received several arranged marriage request for the past two years, but it felt too different to what i usually wrote. since it's the start of a new year and the best time to try something new...here you gooooo! a special thank you to @neoplatinum! i re-read several of her works to gain some inspiration for this one. highly recommend everyone checking out her posts :)

The heavy doors swung open, slamming against the wall with a resounding crash that echoed through the room. A tall, willowy figure dressed in a professional tan suit strode toward you, the sharp click of her heels punctuating the silence as she crossed the pristine marble floors. Behind her, two broad-shouldered bodyguards trailed in silence, their faces impassive. In contrast, her long black hair flowed behind her, each step full of purpose and anger. Scratch that. Lady Jimin was seething, her usually soft features now hard with barely contained anger.

“What is this, father?” Jimin addressed the old duke beside you, completely ignoring your presence.

Duke Yoo coughed, a nervous, helpless sound that filled the room. Sweat beaded on his forehead as he fidgeted, clearly at a loss for words.

Before he could find his voice, his son stepped forward, his demeanor calm and predatory.

“Pleasant surprise seeing you here, Jimin.” Heesung’s smile was too smooth, his voice disgustingly sweet.

“Not much of a surprise, since this is the signing of my marriage certificate.” Jimin snapped, her eyes burning with a fire so intense it felt like she could burn the entire Y/LN enterprise building to the ground.

Your father, ever the one to involve himself in drama, couldn’t resist. “Ah, Lady Jimin. It's nice to finally meet my my future daughter-in-law.”

He moved toward her, arms wide, offering a false sense of warmth.

“There’s no way I’m getting tangled in your slimy business ventures, Y/LN.” Jimin spat, laced with pure contempt.

The room fell silent, the tension thick enough to cut with a knife. The Duke shot a quick, nervous glance at your father’s impassive expression, sweat dripping down his chin now.

“I’m so sorry, Y/LN-nim.” The Duke hurriedly walked over to your father’s side.

“We didn’t have time to explain the agreement to Jimin. Let us talk to her first.”

“It seems she’s lacking in manners.” your father’s voice dropped several octaves, low and dangerous. “Perhaps we should address this before we finalize anything.”

Jimin’s anger flared, but it was quickly replaced by something darker—fear. As she caught sight of the cruel smile spreading across your father’s face, a cold shiver ran down her spine. The man was notorious for his ruthlessness, a cold, calculating figure who had controlled the country’s economy for decades. His power wasn’t just in his wealth, it was in his ability to make people tremble.

Even her bodyguards hesitated, inching closer to her but unsure whether to act.

That’s when you stepped forward, your silence broken at last.

You moved in front of your father, your hand gripping his arm and pulling him toward the desk. The weight of the room seemed to shift as your presence took control.

“Enough, father.” Your voice was soft, but unwavering, cutting through the tension like a knife. “Let’s just finish this.”

Without another word, you reached for the inkstand, pressing your thumb into the dark ink and leaving a red fingerprint on the flimsy paper.

You lifted your gaze, locking eyes with Jimin, expressionless.

Jimin let out a frustrated sigh, her fingers threading through her hair as she surrendered herself to the inevitable. She walked over and pressed her own delicate fingers to the paper, leaving a red mark beside yours. The blood-red ink seemed to mock her, a symbol of fate she could neither escape nor control.

“Good.” Heesung’s voice sliced through the silence, “Let’s let the lovebirds go and we can start talking business.”

The banquet buzzed with noise, of laughter, chatter, and clinking glasses. Friends, business partners, and classmates gathered, their faces painted with polite smiles and hidden agendas. Even the royal family was here to watch you and Jimin repeat the fake vows, marking as the wedding of the year.

The media waited outside, hoping to catch a glimpse of the wedding, to catch a glimpse of you and Jimin. After all, neither of you came from unknown backgrounds. Both of you were heirs to two of the most powerful families in the country. The cameras, the whispers...it was impossible to escape the spotlight, even if the marriage was nothing more than a strategic alliance disguised as a union.

Jimin, the eldest daughter from House Yoo of Luthraine, stood at the center of it all. Her family ruled the country’s banking, their influence far-reaching. The duke, her father, was weak and easily swayed. His wife, however, had made up for it with her sharp mind—until her untimely death left House Yoo in shambles, and its future in the hands of Heesung, her son. A reckless choice that led to disaster. Jimin had stepped up to manage the family’s failing finances as soon as she turned 18. Clever, soft-hearted, and breathtakingly beautiful, Yoo Jimin was someone everyone admired.

Then there was you.

The sole heir to Y/LN Enterprise, the largest multinational conglomerate in investment banking and real estate. You were known for your reserved demeanor, your sharp mind, and your ability to observe everything with calculating precision. Unlike your father, who was feared for his temper and ruthless business tactics, you operated quietly, out of the spotlight. Most people found you distant, cold even, but you never played the villain. You simply didn't care for the politics of the game.

Despite growing up in the same world, you and Jimin had never really connected.

You’d gone to the same prestigious, ridiculously overpriced private schools, but Jimin had always been surrounded by a crowd, adored by everyone. You, however, had preferred to keep to yourself, always in the background, never truly seen, yet always watching.

“What’s the bride doing here drinking alone?” A warm voice interrupted your thoughts, bringing a grin to your face.

“You should be celebrating with your wife for a happy marriage.”

“If that’s what you expect from an arranged marriage,” you laughed, sloshing the champagne in your glass, “then you’ve got it all wrong, Hwang.”

Yeji, your best friend and business partner, flopped down beside you. She smoothed out her lavender dress and white wool jacket with practiced grace. It was strange to see her in a dress, usually preferring professional suits for work.

“You look hot. Very lady-like,” you teased, earning a middle finger from her.

“Shut up, Y/LN.” She sniffed, then waved over a server to order a beer, an odd contrast to how she was dressed. “Besides, you’re the one who chose these stupid lavender dresses for the bridesmaids.”

“Jimin, not me.” You shrugged, your head spinning from the alcohol. “I didn’t attend any of the marriage meetings.”

Your gaze drifted across the room, landing on the raven-haired girl as she danced with her friends, smiling effortlessly, her usual scowl replaced with something more relaxed.

“Seriously?” Yeji’s voice was laced with disappointment.

“I didn’t expect you to let your partner do all the work. What happened to chivalry?”

“Honestly, Jimin looks like she’ll bite my head off every time I try to talk to her. So I thought I’d just let her decide.” You drained your glass, the words slipping out.

“I kind of ruined her chance for love, so the least I can do is let her have this.”

“You didn’t ruin anything.” Yeji’s tone softened. “You were trying to help her. I think you should just give this marriage a chance.”

You shook your head stubbornly, ordering another drink. Yeji’s concerned gaze bore into you, but you ignored it. This was your pity party, and you were the guest of honor.

“I’m planning on keeping my distance,” you said, wobbling off the stool and grabbing your fresh glass.

“And finding a way to get her out of this mess.”

Yeji rushed to steady you, wrapping her arms around you in a warm embrace. Her heart ached for you, but this was beyond anyone’s control.

“Just try, Y/N,” she said gently, before muttering, “Jesus, you’re drunk.”

She managed to straighten you up, her hands resting on your shoulders as she faced you.

“Besides, didn’t you have a crush on her in high school?” Yeji added, her voice thoughtful as she stood before you.

“Shut up, Yeji,” you hissed, suddenly sober, your eyes flicking to something—or rather, someone—behind her.

“I mean, you liked her for, like, three years? Four?” Yeji rambled on, oblivious to the fear flashing in your eyes.

“Yeji. Yeji. Yeji.”

“What?” Yeji followed your gaze, then stumbled back in shock.

Jimin stood with another girl, her face twisted in something you couldn’t quite comprehend, while the girl beside her shot Yeji a playful grin.

“Ah… Lady Jimin,” Yeji quickly bowed, her face burning with embarrassment. “It’s nice to finally meet you. I’m Yeji. Hwang Yeji.”

Jimin gave a curt nod, waving her off dismissively. “Just Jimin is fine. This is Ryujin, from the House of Shin.”

Jimin’s voice softened as she turned to you. “Y/N? Can I talk to you?”

You barely had time to compose yourself before you answered, “Yes.”

Without another word, Jimin walked off, expecting you to follow.

As you passed, you heard Ryujin's voice, teasing, “So… beer for the pretty lady? That’s special. I like special.”

The back door of the banquet hall creaked open as Jimin led you down a deserted hallway, pulling you into an empty room. You glanced over her, taking in the sight of her ivory lace wedding gown—still pristine, despite everything.

Yoo Jimin was undeniably beautiful, with soft brown eyes full of emotion, a delicate nose, and full pink lips. A cute mole on the corner of her mouth that would lift whenever she smiled. But ever since that fateful event two months ago, her face was set in a permanent frown, her brows furrowed in frustration. You wanted to reach out, smooth away the crease between them, but you stopped yourself.

“You’re drunk.” Jimin said, her voice a little softer as she surveyed your ruffled state.

“A bit.” you admitted, running a hand down your dress to smooth the creases.

She sighed, her expression softening. Then, she moved closer, adjusting the straps of your dress. The touch of her fingers against your skin sent a jolt of electricity through you. Your heart hammered in your chest.

You froze, then pulled away, putting more distance between you. Hurt flickered in her eyes, but she quickly masked it with annoyance.

“What did you want to talk about, Jimin?” you asked, trying to sound composed.

Jimin’s frown deepened as she met your gaze.

“I wanted to clarify a few things.” she said, her voice more subdued than before.

“I’ve been thinking about this marriage.”

You remained silent, waiting for her to continue.

“I never wanted this,” she continued, her words slow and deliberate. “I never wanted to marry you. I had no choice. I loathe your family—I know what your father’s been doing all these years—but my hands are tied. I just wanted you to know that before you get any wrong ideas.”

Her words hit harder than you expected, each one a jagged knife twisting in your chest. You knew how she felt, but that didn’t make it any easier to hear.

You forced a calm expression, masking the ache inside. “If I had a choice, I wouldn’t choose this either,” you said, your voice cool.

“Don’t worry, I’ll find a way to end this marriage soon.”

Jimin nodded, her expression softening for a second. “Good. Now let’s play the part of a happy newlywed.”

She grabbed your arm, pulling you back toward the banquet hall, both of you walking side by side, smiles on your faces. Neither one of them reached your eyes.

Living with you was unexpectedly easy.

You were quiet, meticulous to the point of being a neat freak, and even more of a workaholic than she was, rarely coming home before midnight. In the three months since your marriage, you hadn’t spent much time together. Yet, Jimin found herself looking forward to mornings. Brief moments where you prepared breakfast for both of you and shared a table. Most of the conversation came from her, while you listened quietly. You made it clear her words mattered, even if you rarely offered anything in return.

But she couldn’t shake the sense that she was speaking into a void. You were polite and attentive, yet you remained distant, never letting her glimpse beyond the surface.

She often snuck in a few glances at you while you drove her to work, admiring your side profile. She liked the sharpness of your cat-like eyes, always attentive to what she was saying, and the slight curve of your full lips whenever she said something funny. You were beautiful in an understated way, the kind of beauty that lingered in her mind.

Maybe marriage with you wasn’t as bad as she’d expected. But that didn’t stop her from craving something more.

Work had been unusually slow lately. Ever since her marriage to you, the problems plaguing the bank branches under House Yoo of Luthraine had mysteriously disappeared. Gone were the endless debt, trade misconduct, and countless scandals she’d spent months trying to resolve. Her brother was off doing God knows what, leaving her to manage everything else on her own. She could only hope he wasn’t causing more trouble...the kind that had landed her in this marriage in the first place.

Sighing, Jimin took off her thin-framed silver glasses and rubbed her eyes, signaling the rest of the board that the morning meeting was over. The meeting room gradually emptied, leaving the young royalty in solitude, save for Ryujin, casually leaning in the leather chair next to her with a sly grin.

“Yoo Jimin, tired of work? I can’t believe it.” The young duchess teased, “Did you and Y/N stay up too late doing the dirty?”

Jimin choked on her coffee, nearly spilling the dark liquid on her crisp blouse.

“What? No,” she sputtered, her face reddening at the thought. “I’ve just been having trouble sleeping.”

Ryujin raised a brow, clearly unconvinced. “Still hate her?”

“I don’t hate her,” Jimin muttered, her voice quieter now. “I never hated her. Just her family.”

“Well, you’re stuck with her now. Might as well make it work. Maybe you should try acutally talking to her.”

“We do talk,” Jimin countered defensively. “It’s just... one-sided. I’m the one doing all the sharing. She never talks about herself. It’s like trying to have a conversation with an AI.”

Ryujin held back a laugh, “well to be fair, you do talk a lot, Jimin.”

Jimin shot her a sharp glare. “I do not.”

Ryujin’s grin only widened. “Sure. And she’s always working late because she just loves the office, right? Has nothing to do with cleaning up your brother’s mess?”

“What mess?”

“Wait, she didn’t tell you?” Ryujin frowned. “Yeji mentioned they’ve been working overtime to cover up some of the debt Heesung left from one of your family branches. That was part of the marriage deal.”

Jimin slumped back in her seat, stunned. She knew her brother had contributed to the downfall of her family-led banks, but he’d kept the full scope of it hidden. She had assumed the marriage proposal was purely for your family’s access to her network and land holdings, not their debt.

You were the reason why her family debts were gone.

Ryujin’s eyes sparkled with mischief. “C’mon, let’s visit Y/LN Enterprise after work. I’ll drive.”

Jimin frowned, confused. “Why?”

“The way to the heart is through the stomach,” Ryujin said with a grin. “And I also want to see my girl.”

“Your girl?”

“Well, not yet. But I’m getting there,” Ryujin laughed, her confidence unwavering.

“What kind of food does she like?” Ryujin asked, backing her car out of the parking lot.

“I have no idea,” Jimin admitted reluctantly.

“Seriously?” Ryujin shot her an exasperated look, sighing in defeat. “Let me ask Yeji.”

This marriage was proving to be a tough case to crack.

Twenty minutes later, Jimin found herself standing in front of your office door, a box of jjajangmyeon in her hands. Ryujin had dropped her off with a giggle before driving away, Yeji seated beside her, cheeks dusted pink.

Jimin’s heart twisted with a pang of envy as she watched her friend. She wanted that kind of love, as much as she hated admitting it to herself.

Before she could muster the courage to knock, the door swung open, and you nearly bumped into her, face-first.

“What the f—” You stopped mid-sentence, eyes widening in surprise. “Jimin?”

“Hi.” Her voice was timid, suddenly laced with awkwardness.

“Is everything okay?” you asked, your concern obvious in your tone. “Did something happen?”

“No!” She cleared her throat hastily, then raised the box in her hands.

“I brought you dinner. Thought you might be hungry.”

“Oh, I—” Her gesture caught you off guard, your carefully constructed walls crumbling. You were already finding it hard to maintain your distance, and now this small act of care threatened to shatter your resolve completely.

“Thank you,” you said, regaining some composure. “Please, come in.”

You stepped aside, and she walked in, her gaze sweeping across the room.

Jimin took her time studying your office while you dug into the noodles, only now realizing just how hungry you were.

She paused at a photo on your desk, one of you and Yeji at senior prom. In it, Yeji was having the time of her life, while you looked like a drenched cat reluctantly dancing with your friend.

“You look so miserable,” Jimin giggled, her voice teasing as she turned to you.

Your mouth was full of noodles, and you hastily swallowed in an attempt to respond.

“Dancing isn’t exactly my forte,” you admitted, your tone calm, though the tips of your ears betrayed your embarrassment. “But you’re good at that, right? I remember you won prom queen that year.”

Her heart fluttered at your words. So you had been paying attention, even back then—even when Yeji had mentioned you had a crush on someone else in high school.

As she continued her inspection of your office, Jimin noted how bare it was. Aside from the photo with Yeji and a few scattered pens on your desk, there wasn’t much personality in the room. She made a mental note to change that.

When you finally finished eating, an awkward silence settled between the two of you.

“Thank you for the food,” you said again, your voice soft. “It was really good.”

Jimin hummed in acknowledgment, her honey-brown eyes piercing into yours. The intensity of her gaze made you fidget slightly, but you held it nonetheless.

“I know about the debt,” she said finally.

Your eyes widened briefly, but you masked your reaction quickly, choosing your words carefully.

“Sorry for not telling you,” you said, your tone steady, though your fingers twitched nervously against the desk. "I didn't know how."

She shook her head and reached over, her warm, soft hands covering yours. The simple touch sent your heart racing.

“Thank you,” she whispered, her voice gentle. Her lips curved into a smile, one that you weren’t used to seeing on her usually stoic face.

Your cheeks flushed scarlet, and you cleared your throat in embarrassment. “It’s nothing.”

At your feigned nonchalance, Jimin couldn’t resist teasing you. Maybe you weren’t as robotic as she’d initially thought.

With a mischievous grin, she intertwined her fingers with yours, her thumb drawing slow circles on your palm.

“Can you drive me home?” she asked innocently. “Ryujin drove me here.”

You quickly composed yourself, pulling your hand away and shaking your head as if to dispel the spell she had cast. Something about Yoo Jimin made resisting her nearly impossible, and maintaining your distance was proving to be an uphill battle.

“I can, but I have one more meeting tonight. Can you wait?”

She nodded, her soft smile making it hard to focus.

Just then, the speaker on your desk crackled to life.

“Ms. Y/LN, Ms. Kim is here.”

You pressed the button to respond. “Let her up.”

“There’s a meeting room next to my office,” you told Jimin. “You can wait for me there.”

She nodded again, her smile lingering as she moved toward the door. You couldn’t help but mirror the expression, the corners of your mouth lifting involuntarily.

“I’ll see you in a bit. Good luck with your meeting,” she said warmly, opening the door.

What she didn’t expect, however, was to come face-to-face with one of her flings from the past: Kim Minjeong of Legacy Capital Enterprise.

Jimin froze in the doorway, her breath hitching as recognition struck. Minjeong’s sharp gaze softened, her lips curling into a slow, confident smirk that Jimin had once thought charming but now found unbearably loaded with unspoken memories.

“Jimin.” Minjeong drawled, her voice dripping with smug familiarity. “It’s been a while.”

“Minjeong.” Jimin replied stiffly, her voice strained. Her fingers gripped the doorframe tightly, grounding herself as the weight of the past surged back, enveloping her in the awkwardness of their shared history.

Minjeong’s eyes flicked to the now-empty box of jjajangmyeon in Jimin’s hands, then trailed back up, her smirk deepening. “Didn’t expect to see you here. Late-night visits? How... intimate.”

Jimin’s heart skipped a beat. The insinuation in Minjeong’s tone made her skin crawl, her shoulders stiffening.

“I could say the same about you,” she retorted, her voice sharp but betraying a hint of nervousness.

Minjeong opened her mouth to reply, but before she could, you appeared behind Jimin, your steady presence immediately commanding the room.

“Ms. Kim,” you greeted coolly, your professional demeanor slipping into place. “Shall we?”

Minjeong’s gaze flicked to you briefly, her expression unreadable, before sliding back to Jimin. The smirk didn’t falter, but her eyes sparkled with something almost predatory.

“Of course.” she said smoothly, stepping into the office.

Jimin stepped aside hastily, her shoulders tight, feeling the weight of Minjeong’s gaze lingering on her as she passed. She silently prayed that Minjeong wouldn’t say anything more, wouldn’t twist the knife any further.

“I’ll see you after the meeting,” you said softly to Jimin, your voice warm despite the neutral expression on your face.

Jimin gave a quick nod, her stomach twisting as you closed the door behind you, sealing her alone with her thoughts.

Inside your office, Minjeong wasted no time in testing your patience.

“You have a lovely wife.” Minjeong remarked, leaning back in her chair as if she owned the room. “You must be very... proud.”

Your eyes narrowed slightly, though your tone remained calm. “Jimin’s her own person. I don’t take pride in people like they’re possessions.”

Minjeong’s smirk didn’t waver. “Interesting choice of words.”

The meeting dragged on, but your focus remained sharp, despite the growing frustration bubbling beneath the surface. You didn’t have the luxury of cutting ties with Minjeong, not when your efforts to rebuild Jimin’s family’s branches relied on securing this partnership.

But with Minjeong’s intentions becoming increasingly transparent. She found opportunities to steer the conversation back to Jimin, her admiration thinly veiled beneath casual comments.

“She’s matured a lot.” Minjeong said at one point, her voice almost wistful. “There’s something about her...strong, yet so beautifully delicate.”

Your jaw tightened, but you forced yourself to respond evenly. “She’s always been remarkable.”

Minjeong’s smirk widened, as if she took your words as a challenge.

When the meeting ended, you walked Minjeong out, your tone polite but measured.

“Thank you for your time, Ms. Kim.”

She gave you a sly smile before glancing once more at the closed door to the meeting room where Jimin was waiting.

“I’ll be seeing you both soon, I’m sure.”

Her words hung in the air like a warning before she turned on her heel and left.

You found Jimin in the meeting room, perched on the couch with her phone in hand. She glanced up as you entered, her expression betraying unease, embarrassment, and something else, something she couldn’t quite mask.

“Is she gone?” she asked, her tone wavering, as if she was hiding something.

“She is,” you replied, sitting down across from her. “Who is she?”

Jimin hesitated, her fingers toying with the hem of her sleeve. “Someone I used to... see.” she admitted reluctantly.

Your brow raised slightly. “See, as in date?”

The young royalty nodded, her gaze dropping to her lap. “If you can call it that. It wasn’t serious, and it didn’t end well.”

You hummed thoughtfully, leaning back in your seat. “Well, for what it’s worth, she made it pretty clear she’s still interested in you.”

Jimin’s head shot up, her eyes wide. “She—what?”

You chuckled dryly, trying to cover your jealousy.

“She practically spent the whole meeting weaving you into the conversation. Subtlety isn’t her strong suit.”

Jimin groaned, covering her face with her hands. “I can’t believe her.”

A silence settled between you before you spoke again, your tone softer this time. “You know, about the whole marriage thing...”

Jimin lowered her hands slowly, looking at you with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension.

“It’s just for appearances,” you said, your voice calm but firm. “If you want to see someone else—Minjeong or anyone else—I’m not going to stop you.”

Her lips parted in surprise, and you continued.

“This arrangement isn’t about controlling you or your choices. You’re free to live your life however you want.”

Jimin stared at you for a moment, her honey-brown eyes searching yours. Then, a small smile tugged at the corners of her lips.

“Thank you,” she murmured, her voice tinged with something you couldn’t quite place

She hesitated before adding, “The same goes for you, you know. You didn’t exactly choose this either.”

Your chest tightened, but you quickly masked it with a nonchalant shrug. “Something like that,” you said, lying through your teeth.

You stood, offering her a hand. “Ready to head home?”

Jimin slipped her hand into yours, and as you led her out of the office, the warmth of her touch lingered far longer than it should have.

Your relationship with Jimin had changed in ways that felt both comforting and unsettling. The walls between you gradually fell, replaced by the kind of easy flow you hadn’t expected. She’d drop by your office for coffee, and linger during breaks, and suddenly it wasn’t just about the arranged situation anymore. It was about two people learning to be around each other, to talk, to laugh, to share moments that made you forget about the circumstances.

She’d visit you at work often, showing up unannounced just to grab coffee or chat. At first, it seemed like a random visit, but the more it happened, the more it became clear that she enjoyed spending time with you. You’d even look forward to her visits, finding comfort in the quiet moments you shared away from the chaos of your daily lives.

Social events became less of a hassle, too. Instead of sitting off to the side or making small talk with people you didn’t care about, Jimin would be there, and the two of you would engage in casual conversations, the kind that made you forget about everything else happening around you.

You were friends, you thought. Genuine friends.

But even in those easy moments, there were signs, small, subtle things that made you pause. You noticed Jimin staring at her phone more often, her thumb flicking over the screen in a way that was hard to miss.

You had a good idea of who it was. Minjeong. It wasn’t like you hadn’t expected this. After all, you’d given Jimin the freedom to see other people. You had told her—no, insisted—that this arrangement wasn’t about control, that she could live her life however she saw fit.

And yet, watching her respond to Minjeong’s texts, the way her face lit up when she’d see a new message, it grated on you in ways you didn’t want to admit.

You weren’t supposed to care.

But you did.

On your birthday, you could feel the familiar mix of emotions swirling inside you as Jimin walked into the office, dressed in a beautiful flowy dress that hugged her curves in all the right places. The soft fabric of the dress seemed to move with her effortlessly, its delicate hue catching the light in a way that made her seem almost ethereal. The way it draped around her waist and flared out just enough to hint at her figure was both graceful and captivating. Her hair, styled in loose waves, framed her face perfectly, soft strands falling gently over her shoulders and glowing under the office lights.

She had this quiet elegance about her, something so effortlessly beautiful that it made your heart ache just by looking at her.

Her eyes, always warm, had this soft, shimmering glow when they met yours, like everything around her faded a little, just so she stood out more. You couldn’t really explain it, but in that moment, it felt like she was the only thing in focus. She wasn’t trying to look perfect—she never had to—but the way she moved, how that dress just clung to her in the right places, it made your head spin.

You couldn’t take your eyes off her. It wasn’t like you wanted to stare, but she made it impossible to do anything else. She wasn’t trying, yet there she was, making everything else blur and all you could think about was how damn beautiful she was.

And in that moment, you thought she came to surprise you for your birthday.

But how silly it was to think that when you never told her your birthday.

Your eyes caught hers, but her smile was different. It was more forced, as though she was conflicted. You couldn’t quite put your finger on it, but it felt like she was already pulling away.

You tried to brush it off, but the question tumbled out before you could stop it.

“You look beautfiul,” you said, your voice casual but your stomach knotting with a strange feeling.

“Going somewhere?”

Jimin hesitated for a split second, a flicker of something passing across her face before she answered. “Yeah, I’m meeting Minjeong for dinner.”

The words hit you like a cold splash of water. You had known it was coming. You had prepared yourself for it. But hearing it out loud, so casually, felt different.

“Oh, Minjeong...” you said, trying hard to keep on the mask of calmness that seemed to be slipping the longer you were married to Jimin.

“Have fun.” You couldn’t keep the edge out of your tone, even though you tried to mask it with a smile. “I’ll be out drinking with Yeji later. Should be good.”

Jimin nodded, a slight unease in her expression, but she didn’t press the issue. She just smiled, a little too tightly, and turned to leave.

“I’ll see you later,” she said softly. “I just wanted to check on you first.”

As she walked away, the weight of your own words hit you like a slap. You had told her she could see whoever she wanted. You had given her the space to do so. Yet, the jealousy that twisted in your chest, like you were the one breaking the rules you had set.

Maybe you didn’t have the right to feel this way. Maybe you didn’t even have the right to feel hurt. You had told Jimin she was free to make her own choices, to be with whomever she wanted. And yet, the jealousy remained, simmering under the surface. You wanted to ignore it, to push it away, but it lingered, sharp and insistent.

You had given her the freedom to choose. But you had never thought about how hard it would be to watch her choose someone else.

It was well past midnight, and you were still at the pub with Yeji, both of you tipsy and getting progressively more sloppy. The karaoke was horrendous, your voices completely out of tune, but neither of you seemed to care. Shots kept coming, and you were taking them like it was a contest, each one making your thoughts blur a little more.

“I don’t get why you don’t just tell her you like her,” Yeji slurred, her voice thick with alcohol as she tried to keep herself upright.

“Tell her you like her, and you wouldn’t be here like this.”

You hiccupped, eyes half-lidded, and tried to focus on her. “You—” you muttered, “you know it’s not that simple.”

“How is it not?” Yeji pointed a finger at you, wobbly, but firm in her opinion.

“You’re married to her. Married. What’s the problem?”

You took another drink, feeling the burn in your throat, and shrugged. “I promised her… promised I’d work on getting a divorce. Promised her on our wedding day.”

Yeji made a face, clearly too drunk to hide her disbelief. “That’s fucking stupid,” she mumbled, staring at you like you were an idiot. “Your father would kill you.”

You sighed, glancing away, the alcohol making it easier to pretend it didn’t bother you. “Yeah, I know. But I’m worried about what happens to her after the divorce.”

“Is that why you’ve been making me do all this overtime with you?” Yeji waved her hand dismissively, clearly trying to piece things together. “Doing global stocks and all that shit?”

“I just want her to be okay,” you muttered, the words slurring slightly. “I want her to have someone who can protect her. Make sure her family ties stay strong.”

“And that person is Minjeong?” Yeji gasped, eyes widening with realization. You didn’t even look up, staring into your glass as you mumbled a response.

“She could be,” you said, taking another shot.

Yeji shook her head, still processing everything through her alcohol fog.

“Have you even asked Jimin if she still wants the damn divorce?”

You shook your head, a little too slowly. “No. She doesn’t know what happens if it does either.”

Yeji slapped you on the head, the impact startling you more than it should’ve.

“Ow,” you groaned, rubbing your forehead and glaring at her.

“You’re so fucking stupid,” Yeji muttered, slurring even more now. “Just tell her you like her and don’t get divorced.”

You sighed heavily, shaking your head. “I told you. She doesn’t like me like that.”

Giving up, Yeji signaled for another tray of shots, her face set in determination.

“Fine, fine. You’ll get it someday, I guess.”

You downed the next shot, feeling the warmth spread through you, and tried to shake off the uncomfortable tension. At this point, the only thing you could focus on was the next drink, the blur of the night, and the gnawing feeling in your chest that no amount of alcohol would fix.

Jimin was worried.

You hadn’t picked up your phone ever since she left your office that night, and it was nearly four in the morning. The unease in her chest only deepened as the minutes passed without a word from you.

Her date with Minjeong had ended up being a disaster. The evening had been an attempt to forget you, a futile one at that. Minjeong had asked Jimin out, and despite her hesitation, Jimin agreed, thinking it might help push her feelings for you out of her mind. But it didn’t work.

Every moment of the date was filled with thoughts of you, how you looked when she mentioned Minjeong’s name, that small flicker of hurt Jimin had seen in your eyes, and how much she wished you had been the one to ask her out instead.

Jimin had gone to dinner with Minjeong in a forlorn attempt to move past her emotions, but all it did was make her feel further from you. As the night went on, she couldn't shake the feeling of regret. She realized, with each passing second, that she didn’t want to be with Minjeong.

She wanted you.

She wanted you to be the one asking her out, to be the one sharing the moment with her. Instead, there she was, pretending to enjoy a night she didn’t want, with someone she didn’t feel for.

And then there was your birthday.

Jimin hadn’t even realized it until she saw Ryujin’s message. Your birthday. How could she have not known? She had been so wrapped up in her own conflicted feelings, and now she had missed it. She hadn’t even called you to wish you well. Instead, she had gone on a date with Minjeong, leaving you alone when you should have been her priority. The guilt gnawed at her. She should have been celebrating with you, but instead, she abandoned you for an old fling.

Jimin couldn’t stop thinking about how she must have hurt you, how selfish she had been.

Finally, the sound of the door opening broke her thoughts. One of your drivers had you slung over his back, and Ryujin was close behind, carrying Yeji in her arms.

You groaned as the driver gently set you down on the couch, before grimly walking out of the door.

Ryujin’s eyes met Jimin’s, and she simply shook her head in disappointment before carrying her half-asleep girlfriend away.

The young royalty stood there for a moment, feeling lost. You lay on the couch, flat on your back, murmuring incoherently, your arms covering your face. She couldn't stand seeing you like this—vulnerable and clearly intoxicated. It made her feel even worse for not being there for you earlier.

Jimin walked to your room and picked out your night clothes, the weight of her guilt growing heavier with each step. As she returned to you, she could feel her heart pounding in her chest, her emotions tangled. She knew she should have been there with you. She should have been the one to care for you on your birthday, not someone else. She couldn’t keep running from how she felt about you anymore.

She gently walked over to you and sat down next to you, her hands shaking as she reached for your arm. She didn’t know what to say or how even to start, but she had to do something.

“Y/N?” she gently shook your arm. “Let’s get you changed.”

When she reached over to remove your blazer, your eyes immediately flew open. The intensity of your gaze caught her off guard, and she froze for a moment, her breath catching.

Your hazy brown eyes met hers, and you frowned, your voice slow and slurred.

“You are a very pretty lady, but I am married.”You tried to pull your blazer closer to your chest. “My wife is very beautiful, and she won’t like it if you touch me.”

Jimin’s heart fluttered despite herself.

She couldn’t help but smile at how cute you were, drunk and a little delirious. Despite the alcohol, there was a vulnerability to you, a sincerity that made her chest tighten. You were a different version of yourself, and she couldn’t help but feel drawn to this side of you.

Exasperated but finding you incredibly endearing, Jimin giggled softly, her worries momentarily fading.

“I am your wife, pabo,” she said with a teasing smile, her fingers brushing your cheek as she gently cupped your face.

“Really?” Your eyes widened, your voice full of wonder.

“Yes,” she said, finally managing to remove your blazer and start pulling off your dress shirt.

You whistled, “Damn I got lucky.”

Jimin rolled her eyes, her face flushing pink as she avoided looking at your body, quickly pulling the nightshirt over your frame. It wasn’t easy, seeing you like this, vulnerable, messy, and it felt like everything that was left unsaid between you both was now laid bare in the silence.

After a while of wheedling and convincing, she managed to drag you into her bathroom. She gently lowered you onto the edge of the tub, sitting down behind you as she reached for the makeup remover.

You were a mess, leaning heavily into her as she wiped your face, the gentle motion soothing in the quiet. As she cleaned your face, her thoughts turned inward again, the guilt over the earlier part of the night resurfacing. She needed to say something, but she didn’t know how to start. She wanted to take it all back, to be honest with you about how she felt, about how much she wished you’d been the one there with her instead of Minjeong.

“I’m sorry,” Jimin whispered, her voice barely audible.

“Mhmm.” You slurred, still dazed, her mind a bit foggy. “For what?”

“For going on the date with Minjeong… and for not spending your birthday with you,” Jimin admitted, her words tinged with regret.

“S'not your fault.” Your voice was slow but comforting, the warmth in her tone meant to ease the guilt. “It’s okay.”

“But I hurt you,” Jimin pressed, her eyes searching for any sign of forgiveness.

“Maybe, but I had a crush on you since high school, so you get a free card.” your voice wavered with a small giggle, still distant, as though you words were floating in and out of consciousness.

What?

Jimin’s heart skipped a beat, a warmth spreading through her chest as the truth washed over her. The crush Yeji had mentioned on their wedding night...was Jimin all along?

Her heart fluttered at the thought, and in an unexpected twist, a wave of embarrassment rolled over her. She realized, with a soft flush, that she was jealous of the past version of herself.

She finished drying your face with a clean towel, but her mind was elsewhere. She needed to tell you. She couldn’t keep holding it back, even if she was scared, even if everything felt so uncertain.

“During the date, I kept thinking how much I wished it was you who asked me to go on a date,” she admitted, her words barely above a whisper.

You paused, looking at her with slow, heavy eyes, as if processing her words.

Jimin’s heart thudded in her chest as she waited for a response.

Was she too late? Had she ruined everything?

But then you looked at her, your eyes suddenly sharp and focused, and her heart stuttered in her chest.

“Do you still want a divorce?” you asked, your voice soft but carrying an emotion she couldn’t place.

Jimin hesitated.

Her emotions were swirling, you were the one she wanted, and had always wanted. But the doubt lingered, and she needed to hear you say it, needed to know if there was something real between you both.

“I…” She shook her head slowly, her voice almost trembling. “I don’t think so.”

Your face broke into a grin, that rare, beautiful smile that Jimin had longed to see, and her heart melted in response.

“Then would you like to go on a date with me tomorrow, Lady Jimin?”

She laughed, the nervous tension breaking. “Will you still remember this tomorrow?”

You quickly nodded, your voice steady, “Yes.”

“Then yes,” she replied, her heart soaring. “I would love to go on a date with you.”

You punched the air in excitement, nearly toppling over. Jimin couldn't help but laugh at your dorkiness. She had liked this side of you, so carefree, so you.

She couldn’t hide her adoration for you any longer. She leaned closer and whispered, “Close your eyes.”

You did without hesitation, trusting her with a vulnerability that mirrored her own.

And before you could even process it, her soft, full lips were pressed against yours. The kiss was gentle, lingering just a little longer than you expected. The touch of her lips, soft and sweet, sent a shiver down your spine, your heart pounding as the world around you seemed to stop.

It was more than just a kiss. It was everything that had been left unsaid, everything you both had been too scared to express. And as Jimin pulled back, your eyes still closed, a smile spread across your face.

It has always been her.

lots of angst in the next chapter! giving you guys a warning here first 😬 be prepared

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