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swiftwice · 1 year ago

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thealternateuniverse · 2 months ago

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The Arrangement Part III

You woke up with a pounding headache, the dull throb behind your eyes pulsing in rhythm with your regret.

"Stupid," you muttered, dragging a hand down your face as flashes of last night came rushing back—wine, sand, rambling to Catherine, him finding you.

You groaned as you sat up. Your dress had been changed, and you were tucked neatly into bed. Your stomach growled aggressively, snapping you out of the spiral.

Right. Food.

You padded downstairs, expecting silence, maybe the distant hum of the staff cleaning. But instead, you were hit with the smell of pancakes and bacon—warm, nostalgic, and so unfamiliar it made you pause.

You froze at the foot of the stairs.

Yugyeom was in the kitchen.

Cooking.

In sweats and a white t-shirt, flipping pancakes like it was the most normal thing in the world. You rubbed your eyes. Maybe you were still dreaming. Maybe the hangover was hitting harder than you thought.

"Good morning," he said, without looking at you. "Breakfast is ready. Let’s eat."

You opened your mouth. Closed it. Then sat down slowly at the counter, your brain short-circuiting.

“U-uhm... you don’t have work today?” you asked carefully, trying to sound casual.

“I took the day off,” he replied, placing a plate in front of you—pancakes, crispy bacon, scrambled eggs, and even muffins. The utensils were already neatly laid out.

You stared at the plate like it might bite you.

He sat across from you, filled his own plate, and began eating without ceremony.

The smell was amazing. Your stomach was practically begging, but your brain was still catching up.

“…What is going on?” you finally blurted, voice still raspy from sleep.

Yugyeom took a sip of orange juice before answering. “Change of plans.”

You blinked. “…Okay?”

“My parents booked us a trip. To Bali. As an anniversary gift.”

You blinked again, slower this time.

Right. The anniversary.

You had almost forgotten it was today—your third, technically. The first was polite, distant. The second, an awkward family fishing trip. But this… this felt like something else entirely.

You opened your mouth to protest, but he beat you to it.

“I mean, we can cancel if you don’t—”

“No.” The word surprised both of you. You cleared your throat. “When are we leaving? And how long?”

Yugyeom blinked at your sudden engagement.

“Tomorrow . A week.”

You nodded, picking up your fork. “Alright. We’ll pack, then.”

He paused mid-chew, eyes flicking to you. We’ll. That was new.

And your tone—it wasn’t cold. It wasn’t defeated. There was a flicker of something he hadn’t seen in a long time.

Life.

He didn’t say anything. Just nodded slowly, allowing the quiet between you to settle into something surprisingly… not uncomfortable.

Maybe, just maybe, the trip wouldn’t be a disaster.

Maybe, for once, it could be more than just penance.

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"I'm impressed. Not drowning yourself in work today, huh?" Jaebeom quipped as he took a sip of his drink.

“Sucks seeing you in the office looking like a divorced man every damn day,” Jackson added, making the rest of them burst into laughter.

Yugyeom rolled his eyes but couldn’t help the small smile tugging at his lips.

“How are things with Y/N these days?” Bambam asked, a little more seriously.

Yugyeom rarely talked about his marriage. But his friends knew the basics. Knew how messy it started. Knew how improbable it all was. And even without much detail, they could read him well enough to know it hadn’t been smooth sailing.

“You seem... different,” Mark pointed out. “You even asked for a week off. That’s a first.”

Yugyeom pressed his lips together, trying to hide the grin forming—but his eyes betrayed him.

Bambam leaned forward. “Oh shit. I know that look. Are you two finally in your honeymoon phase?”

“Fucker,” Yugyeom muttered, shaking his head as the teasing erupted again. “No. We’re going to Bali. For our third anniversary.”

“Third?” Jinyoung raised a brow. “Still crazy to me that you two lasted this long without something crazy going on—or signing those papers.”

The guys nodded in agreement. They had once joked about placing bets on how long the marriage would last. It was a crazy arrangement to begin with—marrying your dead fiancée’s sister—but none of them expected it to stretch into three years.

Yugyeom exhaled, letting his walls down a little. “I don’t know why we haven’t ended it. Maybe we’re still crazy. But I’m glad we started talking now. Like, actually talking. I made her breakfast this morning.”

That admission drew mock gasps and whistles from the group.

Mark clutched his chest. “Yugyeom in domestic mode? Hell is officially freezing over.”

“But seriously,” Jackson cut in, more sincere now, “maybe it’s time to either really try… or let go. For both your sakes. You two love misery too much. You could’ve spared each other a long time ago, but you didn’t. So why not at least give it a real shot now?”

Yugyeom leaned back in his seat, absorbing that.

Jackson had a point.

They thought they’d tried—but it was half-hearted. He hadn’t been a partner, not even a friend. Y/N had been grieving, crushed by guilt, and he’d only made it worse by keeping his distance. He hadn’t just failed as a husband—he had failed her as a fellow human being carrying the same grief.

“Baby steps,” he murmured.

The others quieted, watching him.

“I’ll try. For real this time,” Yugyeom said. “I’ll let her in. Maybe we can be friends. Last night was the first time she let me see something real. No pretending. Just her.”

He paused.

“I’ll give her all the time she needs. I waited almost three years.”

The guys exchanged quiet, knowing looks.

“Well,” Jaebeom said, raising his glass, “they say Bali is protected by gods and spirits. Maybe you’ll find more than sun and surf out there.”

Yugyeom lifted his own glass. “Maybe we both will.”

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besooyoung · 3 months ago

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WHAT IS UP COOL CATS AND MITTENS (that’s a typo but oh well), it is i, nicole, back again to grace your humble dashes with the audacious personality that is moon sooyoung

having a severe case of deja vu? maybe! this is the very same sooyoung that is the sister to dearly departed (from the rp) moon jinyoung. she’s always sat with me as a muse that i never ‘did right’, and she’s got a lot of unfinished business and developing to do— so here she is, again!

and for those in need or want of a sweet little quick read, here’s a tldr:

23, licensed hairdresser & part-time cashier (at a convenience store that sells trauma with every coffee)

currently in seoul, living off convenience store wages, leftover dye packs, and sheer spite

twitch streamer under the handle xo_selene — faceless, voice-only (for now), fps gremlin with surprisingly soft playlists

canon sibling to jinyoung (yes, that jinyoung), who left the idol industry and is now in the military, love that for him

they talk semi-regularly. it’s complicated but not catastrophic (yet)

she auditioned once on a whim and now she’s here with real scissors and real feelings

tired, talented, quietly unhinged. probably gave someone a breakup haircut while crying and said “it’s symbolic”

dreams a lot. lies a little. still hasn’t figured out how to stop wanting more.

plots? relationships? lore?? hi yes i’m always open to:

coworkers (past or present — salon, convenience store, even customer service trauma bonding)

twitch friends, mod buddies, gaming rivals, people who accidentally thirst followed her without realizing she was faceless

exes (serious or embarrassing or both — she makes bad decisions but good pancakes)

fellow failed auditionees, rivals, or people who watched her cry in the stairwell once and never brought it up

ride-or-dies. soft crushes. enemies-to-soft-lunches. people who remember her old playlist names.

weird found family ties. younger muses she unofficially adopts. older ones who make her feel twelve again.

anyone she can dance badly with at 2am or accidentally trauma dump on during a haircut.

just message me if you want to make something messy and good 🫶🏼 you can always find me in ims or discord @ lqdoyeon! orrrrr if you’re the more reserved type, liking this will do, and i’ll find you

#♧﹒orbit : ooc

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artumji · 5 years ago

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