#oc: hwang jiwoo

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fuck up my life; hjs

milestone celebration masterlist

˗ˏˋ🎧´ˎ˗ pairing; han jisung x afab!reader

˗ˏˋ🎧´ˎ˗ words; 14.8k

˗ˏˋ🎧´ˎ˗ genre; angst, smut, fluff

˗ˏˋ🎧´ˎ˗ warnings; descriptions of pain inflicted by extreme cold, SLOOOOW burn, mentions of extramarital affairs, cunnilingus, PIV, passionate sex, multiple reader orgasms, unprotected sex (leave me alone)

↻ ◁ || ▷ : Two things: my insistence on using Loona members means there is a character named Hyunjin in a skz fic who isn't skz Hyunjin. I was going to change it but I feel like it's not that hard. She's a girl, she's not Hwang Hyunjin, it's that simple Also, this is a fic that references a real place with a real culture and real people. NOTHING I write in this fic reflects how I feel about the people who live in Jeju or how Jeju actually is. It is COMPLETELY fictional and had nothing to do with anything I've witnessed about Jeju. (and yeah I changed up the little banner, I liked the idea of a little moodboard.)

act iii ➻ run

Winter 2025

“To the bride!” 

To say the group sat in front of Jisung were rowdy would be an understatement. They shout and laugh, effusing over the lucky couple’s merriment. Your husband looks to you, drowning in layers of white fabric, and raises his glass. The group doesn’t even try to be contained to their booth, spilling out of their seats onto the floor only to pile back up into the booth again. A waitress comes over and stammers a request for you guys to pipe down. None of you listen, in fact, you look over at the waitress with a twinkle in your eye as you gather her hands to her confusion.

“I’m a married woman now.” You say dreamily. As the cheering from your crowd gets louder, the waitress retracts her hands and retreats through an “Employees Only” door. Jisung clenches his glass, his eyes dead set on your figure. What he did to Jiwoo was for her sake, but it was also for you. Yet here you are. You’d rather traumatize yet another sad sap than just wait for him. Jisung is flogged with bitterness against his better judgment. He should know better than to accept this as reality, but his heart won’t listen to his head.

“We’re going to have to ask you all to leave.” A man speaks to Jisung’s right. He keeps his eyes on you. 

“Seriously?! It’s my wedding day!” You cry out, hoping the manager or whoever will understand how much heartbreak he’s causing you. 

“You guys are disrupting the other patrons. If you don’t leave, I’ll have to call the police.” The man remains calm, even offering these punks courtesy by lowering his voice. Jisung’s eyelids twitch, his eyes burning with his insistence to keep them on you.

“Sir, have you never had fun? Let loose? Sometimes rules are stifling, you know. Maybe you just haven’t met the right people to–”

The glass he’s been clenching is launched to the ground before the motion is even registered in his mind. Red drains from his vision as in one swing, all his frustration is emptied. He assumes everyone is looking at him, but he only sees you. Or… not you.

The woman looks shocked, a little scared. Suddenly not so enthused about her rowdy marriage celebration. Jisung is finally unclenched from his fixation, looking around the room at the confused and shocked faces. His hand dives into his pockets, pulling a couple withered bills coated in something. He drops them on the table haphazardly, rushing from his table and out of the door.

He slides in his car and slams the door shut. Heaving, he settles back into his chair. He knew that wasn’t you. He does this every fucking time. He swallows hard, his hands clumsily jam the key into the ignition.

He pulls into the complex’s parking lot and opens the sun visor. His key ring drops into his lap but his attention lingers on his reflection and what the couple and their group must’ve seen. His patchy facial hair, the turbulent mop on his head, eyes red with irritation surrounded by dark circles. Not much has changed, he thinks, despite a year passing.

Spring 2024

“What was the occasion?” The consignment shop owner asks absentmindedly, glancing at Jisung after he doesn’t get an answer. Jisung gapes at him, brushing his sweaty palms off on his pants. 

“A lot of men sell their suits after their weddings,” he starts again, rubbing the material of the suit between his fingers, “women are a little more sentimental about this stuff–”

“How much? Um, h-how much for it?” Jisung interrupts the owner’s chuckling. The owner looks up again, this time he seems to take in Jisung’s disheveled appearance and his agitated state. He doesn’t comment on the obvious, just offers Jisung a tight smile.

“This was tailored to you, correct?”

Jisung exhales tightly, rubbing his forehead. He didn’t even think about that. “Yeah, but–”

“Then I’m sorry, it’ll slice the price down.”

Jisung lets out a heavy sigh, the stress making him want to lay on the floor and yell. 

“I think… maybe around one thousand.”

“One thousand?” Jisung’s mood immediately flips. Both men look at each other, puzzled. 

“This is designer, right? Cucinelli?” The owner asks like he’s confused why he even has to.

“I-I don’t…” He didn’t buy it. His father in law did. “I’ll take it.”

The owner beams, looking happy to have such a nice piece for sale. “Would you like it in cash?”

0:00 ───|────── 0:00

He counts the cash as he thinks over his plan once more. He has more than enough for the ticket. When he gets there… maybe he’ll stay at a motel? Is it a walkable city? He can hear Jiwoo now, scolding him for not planning this out. He could have gone about this all in a different way. It doesn’t matter. And Jiwoo… she’ll be hurt now, but she’ll be better off this way. And he’ll figure it out. He has to.

“Next!” 

Jisung’s eyes dart up to the person behind the desk before gathering his cash. “Yes um, one way to… Jeju?”

“Sir. The next train from here to Jeju doesn’t come until tomorrow.” She responds in vexed monotone. The look on the employee’s face expresses exactly what Jisung is thinking. But wondering why he didn’t look this up beforehand won’t change the fact that he still has to wait. 

“O-of course! I’ll um…” Jisung gives up on trying to look less stupid and skitters away. As he shuts the door to his motel room behind him, a strong fear that he’ll be staying there forever crops up. He shakes it away for now. He can’t think that way for the sake of his sanity. 

The next morning he comes back to the train station with his tail tucked between his legs. 

“The next train will come at noon.” This employee was much more chipper as she delivered bad news. Jisung sighs, having gotten up at 6 am for no reason. It’s not like he was sleeping much anyway. He can brazenly blame his lack of sleep for his lack of preparation yet again, but the twisting in his stomach didn’t lie. He sits on the many wooden benches that resembled pews in the waiting area. Even sitting on them was eerily familiar. His body curves over, making it harder for his older self like always with the way he contorts his spine. Before he can examine his watch, he catches a glimpse of his warped appearance around the metal frame. It holds him, the warping doing nothing to hide how tired he looked. He’ll have to shave soon. Does he have a razor?

He’s ruining his life.

The thought booms, shaking him. Jisung bites down hard on his lip. No matter how much he tries to distract himself, the feeling won’t go away. 

“Train to Daegu?” A worker taps Jisung’s shoulder and jolts him awake. Jisung makes groggy noises, frazzled as he glances around before shaking his head. “If you’re taking the train to Daegu, start heading to track seven now!” The worker yells as he walks past the benches. Jisung hadn’t even noticed himself go to sleep.

He glances at his watch again. 10:35. Great. He readjusts against the solid wood before crossing his arms. 

“Train to Jeju?” The worker jolts Jisung awake once again. Once he gains his barings, he hurriedly gathers his duffle bag full of haphazardly purchased clothing. “Head to track 8, sir.” The worker nods at him before continuing down the walkway. 

As Jisung ventures between the trains he keeps seeing Jiwoo’s face. One of the train’s horns blows, making him jump. Even as he boards the train and makes his way to his seat, he sees that face she made when he looked back. The sheer horror and disbelief. He clenches his fists against his legs. No. It’s what needed to happen. Getting married would have been no better. His lengthy sigh is only a facade of relaxation. He shuts his eyes and leans back.

0:00 ───|────── 0:00

Winter 2025

Being in a fresh place with fresh faces, it would be better for you. That was the plan, at least. This house is perfect. The architecture is gorgeous, everything you dreamed about. That didn’t change the fact that it was a reminder. Nothing about the soothing sound of the waves crashing against the shore eased the sting. You explain all of this to your psychologist.

“That makes sense to me. Of course you’d still feel that way.” says Dr. Ha Sooyoung, who was surprised but intrigued to hear you weren’t married or engaged. Usually people who live there either immediately settle down or hightail it out of there according to her. Her telling you this worried you, you wondered if she was unequipped to handle such a trainwreck. You were hilariously wrong. “Who should we start with today?” She looks up at you, smiling to prompt you to answer. You still hesitate, knowing she doesn’t frame it this way to embarrass you. It still does.

“J-Jisung.” You want to disappear as soon as his name leaves your mouth. You bite your lip to keep it from quivering. 

“Okay.” There is no hint of a foul disposition in her voice. She smiles pleasantly. “I noticed we don’t talk about Minho as much.”

You shake off your self-pity and nod. “I feel better about him, I think.”

“I think that was thanks to you. Your last words to him were very thoughtful and mature.” She gives you props, seeming genuinely impressed. You nod more emphatically. 

“I find that I mostly want to know if he’s doing alright. I know he’s out now, but I try not to overstep. I just… I really hope he isn’t blaming himself.” You undercut your worry with a dry laugh. You wince, wondering why you feel like you have to filter your emotions around her after all this time.

“From what I understand, Minho really cares about you. I don’t think it’s just contained to romance or labels. He saw you, a person, at your absolute lowest and didn’t like what he saw. You said that when you brought it up he didn’t like it, right?” You confirm, letting Sooyoung take you for a ride through her thought process. It used to make you nervous, always thinking she was going to call you a piece of shit. At least you know better now.

“I bet it’s because it was a hard thing for him to see and think about. But I can guarantee you coming into that visitation area and calmly letting him go helped immensely. He doesn’t have to worry if you’re okay anymore. I think it’s time you stop worrying as well.”

You settle into the plush armchair across from her, feeling wrapped in a blanket of serenity. You smile at Sooyoung, the blanket slipping once you remember something.

“Sooyoung, will you be honest with me?”

“Always. What is it?”

“If I go back to Jisung… would that be cruel to Minho?” You almost don’t want to look at her, but you do. You can tell by the look on her face that she isn’t going to sugar coat it.

“I’ll ask you a question. How would you describe the state of you and Minho’s relationship?”

You laugh unintentionally, catching yourself shortly after and covering your mouth. “I’d say that’s long over.” You express after calming.

“Well, it has been about two years so I think that’s a natural take away. I’d say you two are at the position where maybe each other’s decisions shouldn’t bother the other too much.”

You decide to sleep on that. The nightmare you have that night makes you think sleeping on it might’ve been a bad idea. Once you finally rip yourself from your unconscious you whip out your phone. You instinctively text her at this point, letting her know that at least this time you did manage to fall asleep.

Ha Sooyoung: That’s great to hear. Try to get some more rest, watch something that’ll make you feel better. Text me in the morning.

You’ve deduced that that’s her nice way of telling you to stop texting her at 2 am. You imagine that it’s times like this people would recommend a diary. You throw on a kdrama, yet another decision that ends up screwing you. The kdrama you chose was one about a wife who takes her husband for granted and ends up regretting it upon hearing about her declining health. Your brain rewards you with a hazy dream where you’re bedridden and completely paralyzed. Watching everyone in your life slip away. You force yourself awake once more and decide to start your day at 7 am.

Waking up early was never your thing. You have passed on many employment opportunities based on how early they wake you. So in theory you’d be pissed you were pulling yourself from the comfort of your bed to make breakfast. But Sooyoung has taught you the importance of positive thinking. You used to think that was bullshit that people who didn’t have problems claimed was life changing. You have noticed a difference, though. 

Even when a couple pieces of eggshell fall into the pan and you burn yourself trying to get it, it doesn’t get to you. You smile to yourself once you notice. You take time with your breakfast bagel, savoring it. You grimace once you find the shells, but it doesn’t make the sandwich taste worse. You sigh, enjoying the brief serenity despite knowing it was going to expire. The nightmares still haunt you. It’s as if your brain doesn’t realize they’re not real yet. You sit with them like Sooyoung would want you to. Is this your mind expressing that you’re regretful? Obviously you are, there’s nothing more you can do now. You’ve spoken to Minho and Jiwoo and said your piece. You were a little unstable when Jiwoo contacted you, but what you said was true. Dwelling on it is only going to make it worse.

You’re already alone, anyway.

The final piece that you swallow is far too big. It climbs slowly down your throat, hurting the entire way down. You beat at your chest as if it’ll help, clenching your face hard. 

Just a minor setback, you think as you pick out your outfit for work. You found a stunning boutique in Jeju-si at the end of last year. You originally planned to go there to shop but saw they were hiring. They don’t give you a dress code, so you grab your favorite shirt. It defaulted to your favorite after you sold most of your clothing for extra cash. It’s a baby blue cashmere sweater. The beaded neckline and buttons on each sleeve were aesthetically pleasing, but the thickness and quality fabric made it ideal for the cold weather. You immediately feel soothed as you smooth your hands down the soft fabric.

As you stride down the sidewalk, you can’t help feeling extra cozy in your coat and scarf. You enter the boutique with a genuine smile. The usual patrons were young couples, old couples, and half of a couple looking for a gift. This would be the first time since working here that you saw a group of women your age. They looked like they shopped here, in fact you think you recognize a couple of them. Their vibe screamed polished but ultra-feminine. As they coast from rack to rack you become a fly on the wall. You listen as close as you can, spectating their movements and chatter. For a moment you imagine yourself with them, laughing derisively at the thought.

When they finish they make their way to the front. You notice one of the women staring at your shirt. Suddenly self-conscious, you tug and pull at it as if your actions will make it imperceptible. 

“Your shirt…” The woman speaks, slightly taller than the others. After she gets her fill she switches her attention to your face, priming a question. You swallow hard, wishing you could teleport out of there.

“Where did you get it? It’s gorgeous!” The women around her make comments and noises in agreement. Suddenly shifting back to your previous content, you smile wide. 

“I–! Um… I believe it was Khaite?” Again you’re met with rousing praise. 

“How beautiful! I don’t mean to be weird, but can I feel? I heard Khaite is popular for their cashmeres.” The woman speaks again, one of her friends seconding the request. You shrug as if you’re not absolutely loving the attention. You extend both arms and the woman reaches out before retracting her hand. She looks at you apologetically. 

“I feel like I should introduce myself first. I’m Hyunjin,” she starts before pointing to each person around her, “this is Kahei, Gowon, Jinsoul, and Yerim.” They greet you as each of their names are called. You greet them back, offering your name despite not being prompted to. You feel desperate suddenly, like you’re being met with a prime opportunity. Hyunjin returns to your sweater, brushing her fingers against the fabric. Gowon joins in, both of them remarking on the quality in shock. You can’t help beaming. How could you when the only consistent interactions you have are ones you pay for or are being paid for. Also, you feel like you’re finally hitting it off with everyone who hated you in high school.

The girls brief you that– as long as you’re okay with it– they like to have their first meeting with a new friend at said friend’s place. You agree, making a mental note to storm through your house like the Tasmanian devil to get it spotless. You throw on the outfit you hurriedly picked out at your store before looking in your mirror. The dress itself is lovely, of course, but looking at it on you makes you sick. Looking at yourself at all in the mirror does. All you see is every moment of preparation to inflict pain on someone who did nothing but love you. You shake the thought away, ears perking up at the sound of knocking on the door.

You take a few deep breaths, hoping it will offset the nausea. You plaster on a brave face as you open the door. The girls greet you excitedly before admiring your home. Gowon especially, who enters the home a lot more enthusiastically than the others. In a feat you thought impossible, Gowon’s eyes get larger. 

“I can’t believe it! This is the house! Me and my husband were just looking at this before it was sold. What are the odds?”

“Really?” You remark, matching her disbelief. “That’s crazy. Shocking odds, I’m sure.” You and her laugh. Each girl twirls around to get a good look at the house and your pride hides a deeper emotion that you push down.

“Oh! Please, have a seat! Make yourselves at home.” You urge as you guide them to your living room.

“Don’t mind if I do.” Gowon wiggles her eyebrows at you, hinting at something else. You stare at her for a moment as it hits you. You’re not sure what you’re escaping from quite yet, but your mind shouts desperately that this is your way out.

As the women settle in you notice something. “Where are my manners? I didn’t even check if you guys were hungry. I’m not much of a cook but we could order something.” You say frantically as you wipe your sweaty palms off on your dress. The girls look at each other, some announcing that they’re not hungry and others that they could eat.

“Anything you guys have in mind?” You ask as you take out your phone.

“Hmmm, I’ve been craving Chinese.” Jinsoul offers. Your thumbs freeze over your phone. The other girls agree, even the ones who said they weren’t hungry. So you place everyone’s order including yours. The one that you had offhandedly mentioned to Jisung. The one that he had ready for you before you ran out. Once the food is delivered and is set out on your dining room table it really sets in. You know what Sooyoung told you, but that doesn’t make you feel any better at this moment. You can’t look back at that memory. Especially not with the regret you’re feeling.

“So anyway, tell us about yourself.” Kahei diverges from the conversation topic you weren’t paying attention to. The girls turn their attention accordingly, tuning in to the grand story they seem to be expecting. 

“Yeah… tell us why you look like you’re always whimsically reminiscing about your husband who’s lost at sea.” Hyunjin raises her eyebrows like she knows you know exactly what she’s talking about. You choke out a squawk of a laugh in shock.

“Wh… what?!” You shout with a tinge of fear. You subconsciously cross your arms over your chest to prevent from telling on yourself anymore. The girls break up about the entire display, falling over the counter. You can’t help but genuinely laugh yourself, and you actually know why it’s funny.

“No um,” you gather yourself, eyebrows tightening at the fact that you’re going to admit any part of this, “I just… I’ve been eyeing this house for a while. Alone.” You bail out despite tacking that on at the end and making yourself suspicious.

“So no husband lost at sea.” Hyunjin playfully confirms while pointing at you with narrowed eyes.

“No.” You quickly reply. You laugh nervously amongst the sea of genuine giggles, eyeing everyone to monitor what else you might’ve let on.

0:00 ───|────── 0:00

“On saturday, he ate through one piece of chocolate cake–” Heejin freezes when someone knocks on the door. She looks at Mihee excitedly, causing Mihee to gasp. “I wonder who that is!”

Heejin grunts as she raises Mihee off her lap and sets her on the ground. She hurries to the door, opening it to confirm that both of her suspicions are correct. There he is, his hands too full to turn the doorknob. 

“Ji-Ji!!” Mihee exclaims as she runs to him. Jisung laughs awkwardly as she hugs his waist.

“Hello.”

Heejin rolls her eyes at the awkward display before prying Mihee off him. “Alright, go sit back down and wait for mommy.”

“Did you bring ice cream?” Mihee asks, already whining. 

“Hey! What did I tell you about asking him for things when I already said no?” Heejin maintains her firmness despite her daughter’s pouting. “Go sit by the couch, come on.” 

Jisung watches in awe as Heejin guides her daughter back to the floor by the couch. She never seems too harsh or too soft when it comes to Mihee. It’s like she always knows exactly what to say and what to do. He imagines Jiwoo would be the same as a mother. Maybe parenting that good comes with being a good person. 

He sets the groceries on the counter, releasing his grasp on them slowly as something distracts him. He moves to the stove, shocked by how shiny it looks suddenly.

“I cleaned it.” Heejin says from right behind him. He jolts and turns to face her. His shock morphs to slight disappointment. 

“I told you I’d handle that when I got home.”

“And I told you you didn’t have to. Wasn’t cleaning the rest of the house enough?” She asks rhetorically as she starts putting away the groceries. He just closes his mouth, knowing he’s not going to stop her. If it was up to him, she wouldn’t have to worry about anything but taking care of her daughter. It’s the least he could do.

Summer 2024

If he just focuses on one task it’ll be less overwhelming. He needs a new ID. For a new ID, he needs proof of address. For proof of address, he needs to find a place to live instead of couchsurfing. To find a place to live to acquire important documents, the landlords require said documents. He clenches his steering wheel, waiting for a hit. He stares at the app as if one will come faster.

A knock on his window scares him. He looks at the owner of the restaurant who’s parking lot he’s in.

“I told you you can’t sleep here!”

Exasperated, Jisung rolls down his window. “I’m not! I’m just–”

“Get out of here before I call the police!”

Jisung grits at the owner as they walk away before starting his engine. Maybe driving around will help him find someone. Surely enough, the rideshare app rings out. He hurriedly accepts the request, stabilizing his poorly hoisted up phone.

When he pulls up, a woman and man stumble in. He eyes them in the mirror, knowing just by the look of them that they aren’t going to tip. He begrudgingly starts the engine.

0:00 ───|────── 0:00

Jisung drives aimlessly through the city as if something will just jump out at him. He can’t find a couch to sleep on tonight and his eyelids are getting heavy. He pulls into the first parking lot he sees. He’ll just get a little shut eye while the parking lot’s still full. It’s either that or causing a car accident. He wakes up to a stiff back and the sun in his eyes. He blinks away the burning sensation, catching a glimpse of someone unlocking the building he’s parked out front of. They glance in his direction and Jisung prepares to be shouted at. However, the older man just smiles stiffly and waves at him. Jisung hesitantly waves back. He checks his phone to see what time it is. The cheap screen is useless in even the smallest amount of sun so he cups his hand above it. 12:33 pm.

He steps out of his car, stretching until all the joints that locked up were sufficiently popped. He happens to catch a glimpse of the sign when he cracks open his eyelids. He’s parked outside of a bar, and judging by the owner flipping the sign, one that opens relatively early. Curious, he steps into the establishment. It has the stereotypical pool table, the bar, and a few places to sit and eat. It has that cozy, rustic feel that most modern bars try to replicate. Jisung hesitantly sits at the bar.

“Um, thank you.” Jisung says sheepishly. The owner cocks an eyebrow at him.

“What? You sleeping out there? You’re not bothering me. Just don’t park in my spot.” His bluntness makes Jisung reconsider his approach. “Can I help you?” He’s mixing a little impatience in now and Jisung immediately takes the hint.

“S-somaek. Please. Sir.”

The man grunts before grabbing a bottle and a can from under the bar. He slides both to him. “Nine dollars.”

“Oh sir, I don’t plan on drinking this whole thing. Can I just have a glass–”

“Nine dollars.”

Jisung sits for a moment, wondering if he should leave and never come back. Then he’d risk losing a solid place to sleep. Jisung presents his card to which the man presents a small Square terminal. He takes his drinks and a glass to a table in the corner of the bar. One bottle and can turn to three by the time patrons come and go. He finds himself comforted by the chaotic environment. As he gains more of a buzz he feels himself levitating. He sees you as his eyes flutter closed.

Day and night he spends his time at the bar. The owner seems less annoyed now that he’s a paying regular. People come and go, clouding his brain satisfyingly with the noise. Some even bump into him, apologizing despite his indifference. Fall comes as his health declines. For once the owner protests his presence, complaining about the smell. He physically kicks Jisung out, sending him tumbling out the door. 

“Fuck you, I don’t care about you anyway.” Jisung mumbles an incoherent slosh of words as he kicks at the ground. The action sends him tumbling back to the ground. 

“You okay?” Jisung looks up after being questioned by a gruff male voice. Above him he only sees you. It’s a confusing, inconsistent mess of what he still remembers, but it’s enough for him to act on it. He stands up shakily, clenching your shoulders that don’t feel like your shoulders. He calls out your name.

“I’ve been looking for you, I came here for you!” He says happily. You shake him off, remarking to someone behind you that he’s “totally out of it”. You and your friends leave and he shambles after you. He miscalculates his steps and falls especially hard. He cradles his knee, rolling around on the floor. It’s okay, he can still sleep here. He still has a place to sleep. He opens his back door and splays out onto the seats, his feet dangling out of the car. With his face squished against the seats he calls out to you again.

“Come find me...”

0:00 ───|────── 0:00

Jisung groans when he feels his body move. His head is pounding and he can see the sunlight through his eyelids. He groans again, this one more akin to a whine. He notices his body is still moving around. Then he feels a hand that’s not his patting against his upper leg. He jolts upright, the action sending a bolt of blinding pain through his brain. When his vision finally focuses, he sees two men rummaging around in his car. One leaning over the driver’s seat and carding through his center console and the other right beside him, reaching for the floor. Jisung shouts out in shock. The man in the front looks over at him, cursing before retreating out the door and slamming it. While he’s staring at him, he notices the other is especially close. He turns to see him closing in on Jisung. He screams in horror and shields his face. The man reaches past him and grabs his duffle bag before fleeing. That doesn’t stop Jisung from flashing back to his assault, trembling as he slips out of the backseat and scrambles into the front. He drops his keys, reaching for them urgently before shoving them into the ignition. He glances at the suspicious onlookers keeping a watchful eye on him. He floors it, swinging haphazardly out of the parking lot. All their faces are vivid in his mind as he speeds down the street.

Images of Minho’s enraged eyes as he pummeled Jisung distract him. Cars honk as they pass his swerving vehicle. He eventually decides to park near a bus stop, slipping from his car and staggering onto the sidewalk. The first thing his eyes catch when he looks up is a sign on a utility pole.

“Single mother looking for a roommate.You’ll have access to the living room futon and all the amenities. $50 a month. Contact me at xxx-3894 or come to the Bayview apartments and ask for Heejin.”

Jisung laughs at himself. Just his luck that he’d see this when he needed it the most. It’s like someone is playing a cruel joke, daring him to nearly get killed again. He takes it as a challenge, gritting his teeth. ‘I’m not afraid to die’, he thinks as he hops back into his car. A piece of shit like him should be able to handle at least this much. Pain throbs right behind his eyes as he types the apartment name into his phone. He has tunnel vision the entire trip there, strutting through the doors and immediately losing his confidence. A burly man sits behind the counter. 

“Yes?”

Jisung is met with that familiar impatience.

“There was an ad for a roommate…” Jisung finds it hard to think after months of letting his brain rot.

“You’re looking for Heejin.” He states as if to remind him. Jisung nods, swallowing when he notices his mouth feels like cotton. The man moves from behind the desk. “Alright, hands up.” He says as he approaches Jisung. Jisung stammers and looks at him in confusion, leading to the man raising his arms for him. Oh god, he was actually going to die. He feels tears prickle his eyes, anger and frustration filling him at the sensation. Why did he even care? It’s not like he deserved to live. The man pats him down before giving Jisung a hardy “Alright”.

Jisung looks up at him expectantly. 

“Third floor, room 308.”

As he exited the elevator, Jisung kept thinking of every horror movie he’s ever seen where they lure some idiot into a secluded area and torture him for their amusement. He watches as insects crawl out from tears in the yellowed wallpaper. Everything is screaming at him to turn around but for what? So he can find another bar to drink himself into an early grave? Is life the way it is so worth living that he should fear dying? Despite that, his fist shakes as he raises it toward the door. He grits his teeth so hard he feels like they’ll crack under the pressure. He lowers his hand, cursing himself for his cowardice.

The door opens anyway and he flinches before looking up. Before him is a woman around his age with short hair, carrying a toddler. The toddler is crying loudly and the mother looks very disheveled. Not as much as him, but still enough for it to be noticeable.

“Please! Come in!” She sounds friendly despite her clear exhaustion.

He doesn’t know what would’ve happened to him if he didn’t find her and Mihee that day. She insisted on the low price to stay there. If only she knew who she was being so gracious to.

Heejin stumbles across a small container of ice cream and scoffs. She presents it to him, her cocked eyebrow suggesting she already has an idea why it’s there, but is still asking for an explanation. Only the beginning of a sound leaves Jisung before he’s huffing through his nose in defeat. 

“Could you give it to her? I don’t know… like if she does something good? Say it was a surprise from you.” Jisung supplies to a disinterested Heejin. 

“You’re just like my mother! What’s the point of being firm and putting my foot down if all she learns is to ask the right person?!” Heejin rants, exasperated as she tosses the ice cream back into the bag.

“I know, you’re right. I just couldn’t help it. You can have it. Eat it after she falls asleep or something.” Jisung falls even deeper into defeat as he sighs and closes his eyes. Heejin examines him quietly.

“No.” Jisung opens his eyes for clarification, only to be met with Heejin’s annoyed exhaustion. “You’re going to give it to her after she follows my instructions without talking back. You’re going to tell her that’s why she can have it, and to not ask for things I’ve already said no to anymore.” Heejin reaches for the ice cream again and shoves it into Jisung’s chest. He clutches it as she continues. 

“Maybe she’ll listen if you say it.” Judging by the look on her face, she means exactly what’s implied. Jisung’s brain churns with turmoil. That little girl shouldn’t get used to trusting someone like him. He’s trying his best to minimize his interactions with her but it’s impossible. 

“That is a good idea actually. You’re so good at stuff like that.” Jisung says sheepishly. 

“And maybe this way you can practice interacting with her without treating her like an active grenade.”

Her words shock a strangled noise out of Jisung. “Like a what?!”

“Don’t play dumb with me. Every time she hugs you your arms hover in the air like a confused bird. And don’t even get me started on the way you talk to her. Kids are easy to talk to if you try.” The more Jisung stammers defensively the more potent her knowing look gets.

“Fine,” Jisung huffs, “ but it’s not easy. Maybe this stuff comes easily to people like you.”

“People like who? Parents? You know anyone can become a parent, right? You don’t magically become a child whisperer as soon as you become one. And please don’t tell me it’s because I’m a woman–”

“No!” Jisung protests loudly, slightly annoyed at her assumption. “It’s just… some people are born to help. Others are born to hurt.”

Heejin watches in awe as Jisung stews in palpable self disgust.

“Do you think I assume Mihee teleports into her bed after we doze off on the couch?” Is what Heejin settles on to summarize her thoughts. She doesn’t even let him respond, just leaving him to put the rest of the groceries away like she knows he wants her to.

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Book club, pilates, mani/pedis, brunch. These are things you only heard of people doing. Mostly from girls in school and after school who would give you a dirty look if you showed interest. Now you were doing all of it with girls who looked just like them. They didn’t even have to tell you about their extensive morning and night routines. You don’t get skin and hair that flawless without hard work. 

“How about you?” Hyunjin says after calling your name. While you were admiring their perfect grooming they must have been talking about their personal lives again. You guess that because they’ve been trying to get you to open up about yours. Not many people move here without having family here or leaving soon after. It’s only natural that they’re curious. 

“What about me?” You frame it as you being humble, as if there’s nothing much to say. Meanwhile you actually didn’t hear her. 

“Oh come on. There has to be some interesting story there.” Hyunjin urges, playfully suspicious of your mysterious backstory. You wonder for a moment if you should tell them your current house is one you fantasized about moving to with your ex. That would give them something juicy to chew on for months. But then you’d be framing yourself as a heartbroken damsel, not a homewrecking monster. And you’re definitely not ready to tell the truth.

“I always thought Jeju was beautiful, and I couldn’t pass up such a beautiful home.” You explain, the girls nodding in agreement. Especially Gowon, and you know exactly what she’s going to say. 

“I’m just saying! Let me know if you ever decide to sell that puppy.” She raises her eyebrows at you as if she’s tempting you. She is. You give her a smile, hoping it comes across that you’re considering it. You’ve never been to a country club so you take the time to look around. The architecture is beautiful, you expect nothing less for such an affluent part of town. The warm browns of the wooden floors and paneled ceiling as well as the beige walls give it a very cozy feeling. The slant to the ceiling, however, gives it a modern edge. Being this far up, the windows offer a gorgeous view of the skyline and the ocean.

The country club isn't the only mainstay of the group. Hyunjin’s house was as well. You were well acquainted with her son, Seojun. He was a fresh toddler, exemplified by the turbulent wobble in his stride. Her husband, Jeongin, is someone you’re not as acquainted with. He seemed charismatic and has great bone structure. You could tell immediately that Hyunjin was in good hands. Initially, that is.

Hyunjin’s long hair tucked back by a thick, white headband with the exception of her straight across bangs exemplified her preppy look. It’s why you thought the two paired perfectly together. Jeongin is one sweater tied around his shoulders away from looking like a stereotypical man from the 50s. His perfectly styled hair made him resemble Ken, a perfect to match for his Barbie. This is the exact thought process when he stepped into the kitchen where you were straggling behind, cleaning your glass. You smile at him, it comes naturally as his uncanny resemblance to the doll amuses you. 

“What brings you to this town?” He asks, seemingly bewildered by your choice. You sigh, almost complaining about answering this question so many times, but the smile still on your face doesn’t lie. This is the least problematic problem to have. 

“It’s a beautiful place, isn’t it?” You remark wistfully. Jeongin agrees, exaggerating each step he takes closer to you. 

“It’s a pretty empty place. You get to know everyone, settle down, and then boom!” You nearly drop your glass upon discovering he’s right next to you. So close he’s pressing against you. “Someone drop-dead-gorgeous moves to town.” He looks at you pointedly, his eyes dipping lower causing you to actually drop the glass, the pieces flying all over the sink basin.

“Woah! Be careful doll.” He reaches for your hand but you jerk it away. He looks at you, offended. You return the look right back. 

“What did you say?” You mean the question literally, to double check what you heard, and as a way to encourage some critical thinking. You barely know this man. Hyunjin was one of the first genuine friends you met here who pulled you out of your rut. 

“Geez. Don’t be so serious. I was just kidding!” He throws his hands up, surrendering from your grilling. Kahei rushes in and he flees just as fast.

“Are you okay?” She looks over the sink and then at your hands that are shaking. You nod dumbly. “Are you okay?” She asks again, skeptical of your previous answer.

“Jeongin just flirted with me.” You find the words flying from you before you can control it, disbelief coating them. Kahei looks at you sympathetically before rubbing your back. 

“Yeah… you just gotta ignore him when he does that.”

You look up at Kahei, not sure whether the shock, confusion, or indignation was showing on your face. So many emotions and thoughts flow through you that end up voicing one aloud. 

“A-are you guys sleeping with him?”

Kahei backs up from you, her looking affronted this time. “Excuse me?!”

“I-I’m sorry! That came out wrong, I didn’t–”

“If anyone did that, or does that in the future,” the pointed look she gives you feels like a searing hot iron branding your flesh, “they should be ashamed of themselves.” Her voice laps at you as she shoots you a sharp glare. She leaves shortly after, leaving you to grapple alone. As you walk out of the kitchen, completely forgetting about the shards of glass you left in the sink, everything around you is muffled and blurry. Hyunjin asks you something but your eyes are trained on the ground. What have you done?

Hyunjin shouts your name and jolts you to reality against your will. You look at all the married women before you. All married except you. You look at Kahei who is still staring daggers into you. If she told Hyunjin, that would be it. You’re the only bachelorette there and Kahei is her best friend of many years. Of course she’d see you as the scheming harlot there to steal all their husbands. The worst part was that you had to seriously consider if you did flirt back. You know deep down that you didn’t, but you keep replaying the interaction to see if maybe you made a face and led him on.

“I-I have to go.” You gather your things as the girls protest. As soon as you breach the doorway, tears pour down your face. You cover your mouth to contain the sob that spills from you. You walk as far as you can but barely make it to the bus stop before you fully break down. You turn away from the onlookers as the sobs rattle you. Of course this didn’t work out. Why would it?

The girls message you in the group chat and privately as an attempt to get through. You don’t even get your hopes up. They probably just miss gathering at your beautiful home. They can have it. You can’t take it anymore. You text Gowon and let her know you’re accepting her offer.

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Other than smelling like the sea and his hands being numb from the cold, Jisung can’t complain about being a fisherman. He could focus on his thoughts since his coworkers didn’t speak to him much. Everyone just minded their own business and got the job done. Jisung pulls the buoy line up from the water, coiling the line right by his feet. His supervisor gives him a pat on his shoulder, signaling that this is the last thing he needs to do before he clocks out. Jisung just nods, appreciative that no one tries to yell over the noise of the wind and the boat. They just communicate with gestures and nods. 

As soon as Jisung walks through the door he’s only thinking of a hot shower.

“Ji-Ji!” 

But immediately upon hearing Mihee’s voice, his stress alleviates slightly. He gives her a soft smile, dropping it when she runs up for a hug. He stops her with a cautionary “woah”.

“S-sorry Mihee. Ji-Ji stinks.” He defaults back to that stupid awkward laugh. She frowns and walks back to where her mother emerges. 

“Still.” She doesn’t even frame it as a question, knowing the answer from his bird arms. He hurriedly drops them once he realizes. She shrugs.

“You’ll get there.”

“You don’t know that.” Jisung corrects immediately. “You don’t know me.” His words offer a challenge. In a few seconds, Jisung can make her regret putting faith in him. Possibly regret ever letting him into her house. Jisung attempts to swallow the lump that forms in his throat.

Heejin picks up on that same look from when they were putting away groceries. She breathes a laugh. “Unless you’re some sort of axe murderer or child predator, I promise you I’m not worried about you being around Mihee.”

The confidence in her voice unnerves him. The back of his mind screams at him to tell her because she deserves to know. 

“I cheated on my… ex-fiancee multiple times with the same woman. I even got off on the fact that it would crush her if she found out. I urged her to go on a trip with her friends when she just wanted to stay with me, all so I could invite over the other woman. She even called me during the trip because she missed me so much but I told her to stay. While I was inside someone else for a whole month she thought I was looking out for her wellbeing, I was actively destroying it for pleasure. The kicker is that she wasn’t even my fiancee yet. I let her propose to me, plan the wedding, fantasize about our future, and even walk down the aisle while I was thinking of the very same woman I moved to Jeju for.” Jisung pours his heart as if he was begging Heejin to vilify him. His eyes are pleading her, but not the same way his words do. He can tell that he’s letting it bleed through that he doesn’t want what he’s asking for. He shakes it away and continues.

“Jisung.”

“I left her at the altar. I embarrassed her in front of both our families on a day that was supposed to be the best day of her life. I just disappeared.”

“Jisung–”

“She screamed out for me–”

“Jisung!” Heejin snaps insistently, finally stopping his never-ending confessional. She huffs, seeming to prepare herself for something.

“You know, I gave birth to Mihee after finally breaking up with my husband. We fought all the time during my pregnancy, to the point where I thought the stress might harm Mihee. You can’t really blame my ex, though. He had sustained an injury from his job and his doctor suggested he abstain from any strenuous activity. It was so serious he wasn’t allowed to have sex for months.” She stresses the word as if to mock her younger, impatient self. It dawns on Jisung slowly but surely. His eyes don’t widen because he’s shocked by what she did, but that she did them.

“You could understand his anger now when he realized he wasn’t seeing things and there was– in fact– a baby bump protruding from his loving wife. Even worse is when she tried to gaslight him. Telling him she was just bloated and was seeing a doctor about it. Then the bump got larger, and he saw a tiny foot distend the skin of her stomach. I think what baffles me the most looking back was that I was so angry at him. So angry that I fought him in court for custody of the baby I wasn’t even sure I wanted. Well I won that fight thanks to the prejudice of the judge. He gave me a stern look and lectured me like he was my father, saying that now I had to stop screwing around and live the destined life of a woman. The entire trial my lawyer and the judge boasted about how amazing it would be for a child to have a parent who had a natural impulse to nurture. But I didn’t. My ex knew that, which is why he fought. After the verdict I didn’t hear from him for a few days. I was panicking every time Mihee cried, wondering why the nurturing instinct I was supposed to have wasn’t kicking in. Then he called me and I was so relieved, ready to do whatever it took to get rid of Mihee. But he absolutely let me have it. Said he was an idiot for trying to remain tethered to me in any way, that losing custody was like dodging a bullet. There was genuine relief and joy in his voice.” Heejin reminisces sarcastically, topping it off with a theatrical, wistful sigh. She gives him an emphatic look, like she was encouraging him to continue his confessions. Jisung looks lost and confused. 

“Heejin… you’re a great mother…” He says as if trying to rationalize what he just heard.

“Exactly!” She says excitedly, pointing at him. Jisung shakes his head as her point fails to compute. “I didn’t even know what to do after that. I was heartbroken, because despite my poor decisions and us getting married at eighteen like so many idiots from our hometown, I did love him. The guilt was strong. So strong that I couldn’t tell if the depression was from postpartum or the guilt. Then Mihee cried again one night and it just… clicked. I can’t do right by my ex-husband, but I could do right by her.” The hidden bitterness and pain finally surface as her lip quivers. She shakes her head and looks at the floor. She laughs before looking up again, a tear slipping from her eye. 

“Thanks a lot, Jisung.” She says playfully, wiping her eyes with her sleeve.

“I-I’m sorry…”

“Don’t be sorry. Hug my daughter back, asshole.” She slaps the back of his head before retreating into her daughter’s room. Jisung stares at the closed door with the most pitiful feeling of hope curdling in his stomach.

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Kahei Hey.

Kahei We’re going to meet at the country club cafe. We were hoping you would come.

They must really like this house, you think, laughing derisively at your own joke. You chew on your lip after the humor of your distraction dries up. Did they tell Hyunjin? Is this some sort of intervention or group confrontation? You want to employ the healthy thought exercises you’ve learned but you keep replaying that moment after you walked out of the kitchen. The face that Kahei made inspired no confidence that you were going to be forgiven. You want to just sell the house to Gowon privately and high tail it out of there. You weren’t sure where you were going to go yet but you had to go somewhere.

You release a lengthy sigh, knowing where you needed to go.

“I think selling the house is a good idea.” Sooyoung informs you, her voice plain like it always is. Nothing for you to cling onto or stretch out of proportion. 

“Really?” 

Sooyoung lets a little amusement at your shock slip but nods through it. “I’d say you’ve been there long enough to know whether or not it’s a net positive or net negative. If it’s pulling you down, cut it off. Makes sense, right?”

“Yeah.” You’re surprised by how simple that was. “Huh.” You express, slightly satisfied. Slightly.

“So. Is there anything else you wanted to chat about today?” Now is when Sooyoung hints at an ulterior motive. You guys have been talking for long enough that she knows when you’re hiding something and that she can safely call you out on it. You could play stupid or delay your response, but that’s only drawing out the inevitable. You’re paying to be here, dammit. You grit and bear it, catching Sooyoung up with your split from the group.

“Did you flirt with Jeongin?” Sooyoung says the quiet part out loud and it catches you off guard. There’s an attentive look in her eyes that illustrates clearly that you have nothing to be worried about. The answer comes surprisingly easy despite the gargantuan unease tearing your stomach apart. 

“No, but–”

“Then you didn’t do it.” Sooyoung interrupts you for the first time in any of your meetings. She releases a hefty breath in relief before continuing. “I’m sorry I sprung that question on you like that, but I had a good feeling you didn’t do it. I promise I wouldn’t have asked you that in an accusing way. But you see now why you shouldn’t be worried.”

“I… I’m just– I feel sorry for Hyunjin, okay?!” You stress not only to her but to people not present in the room. 

“That’s very clear in my eyes. You may not have told Hyunjin what was going on, but you didn’t smile in her face knowing what was happening behind the scenes. If you have any fears that you’re walking into a confrontation of any sort, don’t. You should be the only person entering that cafe without a guilty conscience. And why is that?” This meeting with your psychologist turned into a pep talk suddenly. You feel slightly overwhelmed but you push through it.

“Because… I never deceived Hyunjin or purposely hid things from her.”

“That’s exactly right! You don’t need to go, especially if it will cause unnecessary stress and turmoil. But I think this is a good opportunity to stick up for yourself. And it may even be an opportunity to get your friend group back.”

You shoot her a confused look that makes her laugh.

“I don’t think it’s too late to mend things. If they’re really your friends, they’ll be able to handle you setting the record straight without getting offended. Plus, didn’t you say you enjoyed hanging out with them?”

“I really enjoyed it. It was like I was in a Hallmark movie.” You admit dreamily and partially in humiliation. Sooyoung laughs again and this time you join her. She stops for a moment and gives you a pointed, passionate look.

“You deserve happiness.”

That sentiment and the look in her eyes strikes something in you. You swallow hard, attempting to push down the large lump crawling up your throat. Your lips tremble and you look to the ground. You want to believe her. Every time you walk into this room, you want to believe her. You know it’s not going to be that easy, but damn it feels good to have someone rooting for you.

Through a tightened throat, you look up and thank Sooyoung.

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Jisung’s supervisor pats him on the shoulder as he pulls on his coverall over his clothes. He looks over at him for clarity on the strangely-timed gesture. His supervisor clears his throat but it’s still gravelly beyond belief.

“We’ll be headed over to a well-off area to fulfill a large order today. The people there are spooked easily, so the customer warned us to not trail off too far if we dock.” He pats Jisung again as if to punctuate his sentence. Jisung nods as if he wasn’t already staring at the older man’s back. Jisung had forgotten what he said as fast as he said it. He doesn’t wander far from the harbor anyway.

As Jisung casts the buoy line, he looks out at the view. He can already tell they’ve arrived by the architecture and tourist-friendly attractions. Namely the pleasantly designed walls to welcome incoming boats. He has to guess what each cute little shop and building is, being this far away. Eventually they sail toward a residential area. His hands freeze and loosen on the rope, causing a chunk of it to zip straight into the water. Someone yelling his name only slightly alerts him. He drops the rope and they continue to yell. The crashing waves drown them out and alert Jisung to how bad his idea is. 

Jisung looks from the water to the houses again and spots it. The rock pattern around the edge of the property is identical. The dark wood and gray bricks, the distant twinkle of fairy lights, how it looks in the snow. In a split second he goes from stepping up onto the bow of the boat to hitting the ice cold water. His body immediately tenses up from the cold but he pushes through it. His hands slice through the turbulent water as he swims like his life depends on it. Halfway there, the majority of his body is numb to the point that he can only tell his body is following his brain’s command to swim because he can see himself closing in.

He reaches for a pile of rocks leading up to the edge of your house and clenches onto one. Feeling nothing from the numbness, he slips off from it. He tries again, gritting and yelling as he pushes through the pain. He clenches onto each rock as he painfully pulls his body up. By the time his hand slaps down on the wall surrounding your yard his fingers feel like they will pop off. He eventually drapes himself over the wall, falling over onto your snow-covered grass. He grunts desperately as he pulls himself up, shambling toward the house. He walks past the window, the one he saw so vividly in his dream. He sees the fireplace that matches the listing and his dream. He stares at it as his body feels like it’s chilling to rigidity. He finally pulls himself away at no sign of you. He knocks on the door, each strike feeling like it’s crushing his bones. He doesn’t know if he’s crying from the excruciating pain or from the anticipation of finally seeing you but it pours out of him. He sobs until drool drips from his numb lips.

A woman with large eyes opens the door before hiding behind her husband.

“Hey pal, what’re you doing here?!” The man booms. Jisung’s brain pounds behind his skull and his heartbeat slows. His head lolls over his shoulders and his eyes flutter close just before the world tilts.

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“Mr. Han? Can you hear me, Mr. Han?”

Oh no… he’s having a nightmare. But why about this? The last thing he needs is to be back here. He hears a woman’s voice he expects to be Jiwoo panicking, but he doesn’t recognize it. Who the hell is that?

“Oh dear god. Is he going to die??” The woman asks urgently.

“No honey, they said he’ll be alright.”

Jisung blinks his eyes open, all of his senses overwhelmed by the sudden realization that he’s conscious. The relief he feels that he’s not stuck in a nightmare is brief. The bright lights above him and the feeling of the stiff mattress beneath him brings back all the emotions from being hospitalized for his concussion.

“Where are my things?” Jisung asks weakly.

“Thank god!” He looks over to see the large-eyed woman from the house sighing in relief. The house he thought was yours. He really did move here for no reason…

“They’re here in this bag, but I highly recommend you stay for another day–”

Jisung swipes the bag from the doctor’s hand and leaps from the bed. From the taxi ride home to the freezing walk up to his apartment, many people try to get his attention. The driver asks him if he’s okay, passersby ask if they should call for help, the burly man at the front desk of the complex hurls many bewildered questions at him. They all watch him walk by emotionlessly, bare feet padding on the snow, concrete, dirty carpet. When the elevator dings looks out into the empty hallway with beads of tears hanging over his bottom lids. He pads out onto the poorly adhered sheet of matted carpet down to his apartment. 

Heejin hears the door open and Mihee yell “Ji-Ji!” so she doesn’t feel the need to turn away from the stove.

“Hey Jisung, could you do me a big favor and help me clean the kitchen after this? Dinner’s almost ready.” She carefully starts to roll the egg. Jisung hasn’t answered but she needs complete concentration to do this.

“I know you’ll offer to do the whole thing yourself but…” She laughs, her smile fading slightly once she realizes Mihee is quiet as well. She swiftly kills the fire and flips around. The scene she witnesses makes her cover her mouth. Mihee nuzzles into Jisung’s shoulder as he holds her even tighter in his arms. Her tiny legs wrap around him as best as they can. They both soak up the long awaited hug in silence.

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“I did all of this to myself.” Jisung admits weakly after explaining everything (including why he’s in a hospital gown) to Heejin. They both slouch on the couch, full from the food and exhausted from the day. Heejin looks over at him, the beer in his hand mirroring hers.

“So then it’ll be all the more satisfying when you fix it yourself.” She offers.

“Fix it how.” He laughs derisively. “In an attempt to lessen my ex’s pain, I probably tripled it. And the person I hurt her for is nowhere to be found.” He states the obvious in hopes she will understand his predicament.

“Are those the only aspects to your life?” Heejin asks carefully. “You’re suspended, but you said you liked your job, right?”

Jisung groans, very aware of where this is going.

“And you care about Mihee.” She adds with a more serious tone to her voice. “And she really loves you. You better not let down my baby girl.” She scolds. Jisung nods obediently, knowing she’s not joking at all. She sighs and rests her head on the back of the couch. 

“It takes time. It’s going to be lonely. It’s been three years since Mihee was born and I've only just made friends. Speaking of which, you should come with me.” She looks over at him, pleading with him to hear her out despite the look on his face.

“Some of them are young mothers just like me, which is exciting!”

“And why you should go alone. I’ll look after Mihee here.” Jisung brushes her off.

“No! They invited me to this crazy nice place, you might love it! There will be other things to do there and we’ll get in for free!”

Jisung groans and melts back onto the couch.

“When is it.” He asks regrettably, making Heejin squeal.

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You readjust your bag and coat for the eightieth time outside the doors. You have to go in there like you mean business. Express that you don’t take back what you did, but you really would like to be friends again if they’re up to it. You sigh through your peaking anxiety. How the fuck were you going to balance that tone? You’re not a politician. You inhale sharply before pushing the doors open.

“Over here!” Kahei immediately yells for you. You look over to see her beckoning you over and the other girls waving. You walk over to get a closer look and to confirm what you initially observed. Hyunjin is nowhere to be seen.

“What…” All of the worst case scenarios swirl through your mind as you look between them. Should you even be here?

“Please, sit.” Kahei asks tenderly. The slightly melancholic air to the room suddenly makes your stomach drop. You sit nonetheless, because the unknown is frustrating. 

“Hyunjin hasn’t officially left the friend group, let’s just get that out of the way.” Gowon points out with both her hands lowered to the table. Kahei confirms before looking back to you. She says your name empathetically before laying her hand over yours. You feel like throwing up. 

“We all told Hyunjin about Jeongin,” Kahei starts and you swear the room is turning slightly, “that he flirted with all of us. We should’ve done this a long time ago. It is truly shameful that it took someone who hasn’t even known Hyunjin that long for us to realize how wrong we were. That shows just how much you care, and Hyunjin wanted us to thank you for her.”

You untense your shoulder and finally fully settle into your chair. “So, she’s just taking a break, or–” You ask as you look between them.

“Yes.” Gowon interjects. “And rightfully so, she’s probably processing a lot right now.” The others nod. You start nodding too, failing to stop the tears from streaming down your cheeks.

“She is. She really is.” You blubber through your tears. The girls coo, standing to come over and wrap their arms around you. You hide your face, correctly anticipating that your cries were about to get ugly. Their embraces feel so healing, though. Each pat and rub to your back and arms soothes you. You recover as quickly as you can, grabbing a napkin from the dispenser on the table and dabbing away your tears. You sniffle, looking at all of them gratefully. The overwhelming urge to apologize is consuming you but you fight it.

“I’m really happy to be back.” You beam.

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“I guess it does look nice.” Jisung admits with a small smile. Heejin says a small “See?” before entering the building. He doesn’t even notice her and Mihee being long gone as he takes in the huge building. Once he does he gasps and scrambles to follow them. He looks around at the architecture. The slanted ceiling is a really cool addition, he thinks. He hears someone call out Heejin’s name and his attention lags behind again. A cafe in a country club… Heejin just made some rich friends it seems. He looks over finally at said rich friends.

Jisung can faintly hear one of them tell Heejin that she’s right on time. Each of them take turns shaking her hand and greeting her. Including a hallucination. She looks like you, she sounds like you, she gives a name that matches yours. She’s looking at him. You’re approaching him. He panics and runs back out of the doors. He breathes heavily, trying to stop his heart from exploding. He rests his hands over it as his breaths become louder, until they transition into soft cries. 

“Jisung?!” You say, moving closer to him. He looks up at you with intense, watery eyes and you back up suddenly.”J-Jisung, are you okay?” You ask with a heaviness he can’t quite grasp. You look like you’ll cry with him. Through your anguished joy at seeing him, you look great. You look healthy, well dressed and groomed. You’ve been here for less time than Heejin but you’re already shacked up with a group of rich friends. You’re thriving.

“I-I don’t even know where to start…” You say, confused at his intense stare. Jisung does.

“Were you in Incheon?” He hisses, straightening up to look you in the eyes. You’re shocked by the accusation laced within his words.

“Minho was in jail and I felt responsible. He did this because of me, I had to apologize–”

“I was the victim!” Jisung shouts against his better judgment. Hurt flashes on your face split second but he can’t stop. So many thoughts flip through his brain and he doesn’t think through any one of them. Your confusion doubles by this point.

“I-I’m sorry, I didn’t–”

“I got a concussion and hypothermia– f-fuck I’ve lost my goddamn mind looking for you!” He explains, desperate, angry, and crazed. Sadness overtakes him as he continues. “But none of that is even close to the emotional turmoil I went through without you. I know you don’t care about me– your own words– but do you not care about what you did to Minho?” He asks moronically. The words leave him and he immediately wants to apologize and beg for your forgiveness. But that want is far too distant. His anger is so close.

“Excuse me?!” You finally match his volume.

“If you did and it was still tearing you up, did you go and solve it on your own? With some other asshole while I suffered alone? You were the only thing that kept me sane and you left! You knew me and Jiwoo weren’t going to work out, why… why didn’t you wait?!” He pleads, flinching at the quick laugh you let out. A glossy sheen slowly envelops your eyes as you shake your head at him.

“Wait for what, Jisung?”

“Don’t act like you don’t remember.” Jisung closes in on you, lowering his volume but not his intensity. “We were the only ones who understood each other. The only people we could turn to and you–”

“It’s time to move past that, Jisung.”

Your unexpected answer, delivered in a delicate whisper, stomped out all the drive and anger he had. “Wh-what–”

“We’ve paid for what we did. It’s evident by all the burnt bridges from our past. Why we’re both here, miles away. I can’t keep relying on excuses for my behavior.” The twinkle of pain in his eyes softens you. For the first time in two years, you see Jisung. You can’t help reaching up and cupping both his cheeks. He huffs, more tears pouring from his eyes.

“I have to grow, Jisung.” 

He clenches his eyes shut, crying harder. “You can grow too–”

Jisung shakes his face away and your heart falls. “That’s easy for you to say. Your life is all sunshine and rainbows.” He replies bitterly. You scoff at his incorrect assumption.

“The whole reason I’m here is because I almost did something stupid that landed me in a psych ward. D’you really think I wasn’t suffering, too?” You ask as you drop your hands from his face. “When I first got here, I couldn’t get through an entire day without breaking down. I couldn’t even turn to mindless sex because I was scared. And I only wanted you.” You look down, ashamed at your admission. 

“I felt like– I still feel like I’m not a functional human and that everywhere I go I ruin lives. I feel that way because of you, Jisung.” 

Jisung takes the opportunity to be affronted by an accusation now. “Because of me?!”

“Yes!” You reply incredulously before laughing bitterly. “I’ve been abandoned my whole life. Either because someone dies or I push them away. I almost prefer that my parents died, because at least then I wouldn’t have to live with them choosing not to be in my life because I was a sad excuse of a person. I kept pushing Minho, testing him to see if he’d leave. And when he did… I thought for a moment things could be okay. Why?” Jisung realizes before you say it, closing his eyes regrettably. 

“Because I had you!” You shout. You laugh pathetically at your next thought. “I thought maybe witnessing the worst moment of my life would make you realize how much I needed you. And then you would smile on the phone while your girlfriend gushes about how excited she was to come home and be with you again.”

Jisung wanted to protest, wanted to tell you that he still cared about you and wanted to see you. But looking at the hurt in your eyes flashed him back to the day you walked out. The way he couldn’t find an answer when you asked him what he would do if Jiwoo put two and two together. The answer wasn’t obvious at that moment, but he knew the moment Jiwoo proposed that the answer was run to you.

“So if anyone should be grilling the other about being abandoned, it should be me.” You say, looking exhausted. Jisung feels utterly horrible. He finally finds you and this is what he does to you? You sniffle, wiping your eyes.

“But Jisung, I’m past that. I’m still fighting my demons but I won’t let them take control this time.” Your smile is a thin veil over your pain. 

“Do you want to get coffee?”

You both agree that you want to speak to each other alone, so you’re both nursing paper cups of instant coffee back at your motel.

“So you were living in that house?”

“The one I showed you?” You ask and he nods. You look around before nodding back. Jisung sighs, wondering if he should tell you just how he got hypothermia.

“Did you like it?” He asks, keeping his eyes on you.

“No.” You admit, solemnly shaking your head. “It turned out to be a bad choice.” 

“Seems like we’ve both got plenty of those to go around.” You both laugh at yourselves. As you settle into a brief silence, you remember what you saw posted to Jiwoo’s Facebook page last year.

“It seems like a lot of people were angry at you on Jiwoo’s page.” You bring up hesitantly. Jisung groans.

“Please. I do not want to talk about that.” Jisung strains. You look over at him and he dodges your gaze. You rest a hand on his knee.

“As soon as I saw you standing in the cafe, I wanted to crumble and just melt into your arms. Tell you all my shameless thoughts no one else would be willing to hear. Like the fact that my friend’s husband who made a move on me was objectively attractive and charming. And the fact that you wouldn’t even flinch would be comforting. But I don’t need my psychologist any more to tell me that that’s not healthy.” 

He finally meets your eyes. Hesitantly, but he still does it. His heart grows heavier as he finally realizes that Minho was right. He did ruin you. You made each other complacent. After Heejin confided in him, he wondered if the right thing to do then was to marry Jiwoo. That didn’t feel like the answer and he knows now that it wasn’t. It was for you both to do right by each other. The consequences of each other’s actions.

“I regret it.” Jisung starts. “Every single day the look on her face haunts me. If I wasn't a monster before, I was definitely a monster for leaving her at the altar.”

“Honestly I was shocked to learn that’s what you did. You’re right, I didn’t think you guys would work, but I thought maybe you’d get divorced after years of an unhappy marriage.” You reflect thoughtfully despite your harsh words. 

“That’s precisely what I was trying to avoid.” Jisung side eyes you playfully. 

“I mean, it’s good you cut it off before that, but you could’ve done it any other way. And maybe a liiiiittle sooner.”

“When? The night you left?” He inquires genuinely after brief amusement.

“Maybe not. Mostly because I think you should’ve done it out of respect for her and not to pursue me.” You note as you stare into your coffee. “But also because I feel like we needed the journey it took to get here.”

Jisung snorts. “I beg to differ. But I get what you mean.” You both chuckle lightly. “What um… what did you say to Minho when you visited him?” He asks, silently wondering just how reconciled you two are.

“I told him he was allowed to hate me but he shouldn’t hate himself.”

“It sounds like you guys wrapped that up neatly.” Jisung deduces while nodding his head.

“Now I would beg to differ.” You start, amused, “He was in jail. The worst part is that he exhibited signs that he would become violent on my behalf and I ignored them.”

“Has he assaulted someone before?” Jisung asks in disbelief. You nod slowly, finally deciding to take a sip of your coffee. You grimace at the bitter taste.

“His best friend.” You smack your lips before looking over at Jisung who is wincing. He makes a long hissing noise that feels like rubbing salt in the wound. However, after a little time, you feel lighter somehow. Acknowledging it won’t make it disappear, but nothing will. You take another sip.

“Is that your girlfriend? …Your kid?” It’s your turn to be nosy. You peek over at him and he laughs. 

“No, I haven’t been here for three years.” He stops laughing as he realizes the other component of that question. “And no. I don’t have a girlfriend.” He states, suddenly nervous as your eyes meet. 

“Are you? In a relationship?” Jisung sips his coffee before you stand up with a smile. You grab his cup to join yours, setting both on the tv stand. You sit back on the bed, closer this time. You grab the hand nearest to yours, slotting your fingers under his palm. 

“No.” You reply softly. He slides his hand to wrap his fingers around your thumb. You wrap yours over the back of his hand.

“If we’re going to do this…” He starts and you feel yourself getting excited. Your eyes flicker down to his lips, realizing you’ve been wanting to kiss him since you entered the motel. “Taking care of each other…” He clarifies. You say a soft “Oh” in realization before squeezing his hand. 

“We should be upfront with each other. What do we want? I’ll go first, I want to take things slow.” He says and you deflate a little. “How about you?”

“Um, right now?” You don’t notice that you’re bouncing your leg until he laughs at you and places his other hand on it.

“No, going forward.”

“Oh! Well… honestly as long as I’m with you, it doesn’t matter.” You answer honestly though impatiently. 

“Yeah?” He confirms quietly and you nod. “And right now?” His voice is hushed, dropping in pitch suddenly. Your eyes lower to his lips and his tongue peeks out between them. You give into the urge, leaning in before he makes an admonishing noise. He lets go of your hand to hold you by your shoulders. 

“No?” You say in the most heartbreaking disappointed voice. He laughs again, he can’t help it. He bites his lip before speaking.

“Lay down.”

You excitedly lay back onto the bed, awaiting further instruction. He slowly moves to your side, his cold hand sliding under your shirt and cardigan. You gasp in surprise, closing your eyes. 

“What about this is taking it slow?” He tsks, moving his hand back down and reversing his progress toward your breasts. You whimper, his hands on your skin igniting a feeling you haven’t felt in ages. His hand keeps moving until it breaches the band of your pants. You gasp excitedly as he dips a finger between your folds. 

“Oh my god…” He remarks his shock. His finger sinks deeper into the sea of your arousal. He removes his hand and quickly moves it to his lips. He savors the taste, his eyes fluttering shut. You hum a turbulent moan, clenches your thighs tight. He moves back to your legs, situating in between them before baring your lower half. He discards the garments carelessly in favor of your exposed core. He plants a kiss or two, however many it took before you started to groan in frustration. 

He suckles at your folds, encouraging your clit out. Once it’s free he wraps his lips around it. His lips smack wetly before releasing. He licks up your folds, gathering the bud back into his mouth. The friction he provides with his wet tongue and mouth has you lifting from the bed. You grunt at the tight tugging sensation in your stomach. Jisung switches to a rapid flicking of his tongue that sends you falling back to the bed. You suppress your writhing, feeling a strong fear of disrupting the pleasure. Your repeat short, gasped moans as you watch him.

His hunger grows as he guides you to your high. He slurps at your clit until you’re mewling a warning. You finally let yourself writhe as your first orgasm dawns on you.

“F-fuck I need to fuck you.” Jisung growls against your mound.

Jisung shoves his jeans and underwear down, his cock flopping upon being freed. He grabs the underside of your thighs and pushes your legs back before moving to your arms. He slowly urges them over your head as he heaves above you. “‘m gonna fill you up.” He breaths, his eyes tracing absent-mindedly over your features. You hum pleasantly at the action. 

He slides his legs forward and his tip hits your mound. You jolt in surprise and excitement. Jisung mirrors your drunken smile as he slides in. Your smile fades as your jaw drops open. 

“It’s been so long–” You sob, your legs dropping over his shoulders. “N-need it…”

Pleased, Jisung hums and grabs your hips. He starts slow and shallow, testing the waters, remembering how good you feel. You’re flooding around him, squeezing every time he breaches into new depths. Upon bottoming out your head drops to the bed, your hands splaying out against the headboard. You choke out a moan that sounds like it’s being forced from you.

“God, fuck!”

He finally starts smacking his hips toward you and you frantically cheer him on with crazed chanted yes’s. Jolts of electricity run up from his abdomen to his throat and out his mouth through an urgent groan. He leans down over you, his breath hitting your face before he kisses you. You can feel how hungry he is, not aware that you’re returning the same amount of hunger.

He pulls out and sinks back between your legs before you can process what had happened. He immediately starts lapping at your hardened clit like a madman. Your anguished moan is cut off as he eases three fingers into you. He sounds and feels desperate. His movements are frantic and he can’t stop moaning and humming against you. His saliva mixed with your arousal drips down to your asshole in a thick glob. Not that you can dwell on it much. Not when his tongue is moving so quickly and expertly against you. You can’t help thanking any high power that would listen that you decided to hear the girls out today. He thrusts his fingers inside you faster as he switches to sucking your clit with an obscenely loud noise. He uses his tongue to rub long strokes against your clit. 

You reach down and tug at his hair so hard you think you’ll rip some of it out. You’re both whimpering like puppies in heat. The entire bottom half of his face is practically submerged into your mound. You buck up into him as another orgasm rattles you. You release his hair to fist the comforter with a deep groan.

Jisung crawls back up to position his cock at your entrance. He kneels right over your hips, making it so he can drop his cock inside you with lethal force. He starts with an accelerated speed that has you squealing desperate pleas. His balls slap at your asshole, making the already lewd sound of your wetness even more disgusting. You both sound like crazed animals as you claw and grab at each other. One of his hands haphazardly grasps at your breast to anchor himself. 

A sudden wave of euphoria overcomes you as you recognize his telltale signs he’s close to cumming. He seems to notice something too, reaching down to wrap both his hands around your throat. As he squeezes you rocketed to your orgasm, your cunt spasming around his throbbing cock. He pumps his cum deep inside you, bottoming out two, three, four more times until he’s completely empty. 

It’s like a ray of sunshine cascades over the both of you as he pushes back inside and lays over you. He rolls you both onto your sides, pulling you close like he doesn’t plan on letting you leave.

0:00 ───|────── 0:00

As you observe Jisung across the room, you wonder silently if he knows he bites his knuckles when he’s nervous. He paces, visibly frustrated by the limitations of the small space. He flips and walks to the other wall, the phone in his hand now facing you. The dingy lights of the motel room fail to illuminate him as well as the sun that has long since set. Despite that, you still catch his eyes widening.

“H-hi! Um… is Jiwoo available?” After a very brief break, his knuckles are brought back up to reckon with his teeth. “Right, I’m an… old friend. I moved away– alright! Thank you.” Jisung is excited before the anxiety takes back the reins. He switches to his cuticles, needing something to tear at. Your stomach is twisting for him. 

He glances over at you for the first time since he agreed to do this. The terrified look in his eye makes you want to snatch the phone away and hold him, but instead you give him an encouraging smile. You nod and he nods back. 

“Hello? Ah… yeah. This is Jisung.” He flinches at what you presume to be an increase in volume. “I-I know. And I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

“I am!” He responds desperately after a momentary pause. “But you don’t have to believe me. I was a coward… so I just wanted to do the right thing and give you closure.”

Jisung chews on his lip before his eyelids involuntarily close, almost like he was bracing himself for something and hated that he was. But as his mouth drops open and a look of hurt confusion twists his features. A tear rolls down Jisung’s cheek amidst the silence. 

“I am okay.” He assures her in slight disbelief only for him to laugh dryly seconds later. “That’s fair. I’d tell me to go fuck myself, too.”

Jisung shuffles and looks down at his feet. “And is he your boyfriend?”

You wince at how that sounds, only for Jisung to be immediately briefed on that fact. “N-no I didn’t mean it like that!” Jisung sighs, dropping his defensiveness. 

“You’re right. I was pretending to care about you. I was cruel.”

Jisung freezes suddenly, his face partially obstructed by shadow. “It was after we moved in together. I realized how different we were, but I wouldn’t let myself believe it. I wanted to change for you… or at least that’s what I told myself.” Jisung answers honestly despite sounding like he wants to do anything but. 

“I guess I thought being with you would make me less of an idiot. But me being an idiot was no excuse for what I did, Jiwoo. And I’m sorry.” He whispers as if he’s lost all his strength. It resurfaces momentarily as he tries to stop Jiwoo but then he takes the phone away from his ear.

After giving him some time, you turn to him. He faces vaguely in your direction, seeming ashamed of the tears threatening to spill. 

“Sh-she hung up–” Jisung starts only to get choked up. His head droops and you push off of the bed. You hurry to him and wrap your arms around him. His cries are quiet, just brief heavy breaths here and there. You rub his back. A few minutes of rocking back and forth encourages him to break the silence.

“I don’t want to leave.” He states weakly. 

“You can sleep here tonight, but I agree about taking it slow.” You pull back to look into his saddened eyes. You cup his cheek and he’s finally able to indulge in the tender gesture. You smile.

“We have time.”

end of act iii

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[asleeplessren]

Keep Going

(AoUAD Fanfic)

Jang Wujin X OC

"Wujin."

"Yes?"

"I'll save you from the monsters."

← 004. →

Jiwoo wanted to hold her friend. Or rewind the clock a little. Only minutes ago they'd been giggling and giddy, excitement for the game replacing nerves. She'd been teasing her still about Wujin, and Minha was blushing but seemed happy- apparently, she had a cute story to share with her. And then disaster struck, and her stupid, foolish, sweetheart of a best friend had to be a hero. Just like that, everything came to a screeching halt, and Jiwoo wanted to be by Minha's side. But she could only watch on with sadness as Coach Kim laid down the law.

"You'll be lucky to be an alternate next week, Miss Park. There's no place for you on our team with an attitude like that." The middle-aged woman tossed Minha's gym bag onto the ground in front of her.

The rest of the team was silent, holding their breath in fear of being the next exile from the game. It didn't matter that Minha wasn't necessarily in the wrong, only that Coach Kim was not kind to sympathizers. Eyes averted, they could only listen and flinch as their coach sealed Minha's fate.

"You're not joining us for this match, and you're sure as hell not starting next week's game either!"

Minha held her head up in defiance. Tears gathered in her eyes, her fists were clenched behind her back, perfect posture holding in a rebuttal. Her ears were ringing as she watched her future crumble, but her pride stopped her from begging for forgiveness. She refused to back down. At this moment, she hated her coach, the consequences hadn't hit her yet. Her eyes fell onto the meek junior, Suah, standing behind their coach, still cradling her cheek. The slight girl was tearing up too, and she looked so remorseful that Minha wanted to hug her. It wasn't her fault, none of this was. Coach Kim didn't like being wrong, especially when it was the foreigner calling her out. So Minha didn't apologize, she didn't beg, and she wouldn't take back her actions. Even as her coach made a spectacle out of her and painted it as Minha's wrongdoing, the rest of her team watched her fall from grace.

Jiwoo tried to step forward, but a near-imperceptible shake of the head from Minha made her stop. And oh, how her heart was hurting for her friend. She always knew Minha was kindness personified, but this was new; sacrificing herself.

So as the team was ushered onto the bus, Jiwoo broke down into tears, staring out the window at Minha, knowing that the world had just stopped spinning for her.

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Nobody needs to know. Those three words were her mantra as she walked out of the gym. The boys' team was getting ready for an in-house scrimmage and she'd been kicked out to make space. It was bad enough they were starting to set up the second-line game with Yangdong, but now they wouldn't even let her be in the room. Two hours of spiking practice wasn't making the inner dialogue of "you messed up" any quieter, so she was calling it a day anyways. Normally this would be the point in time when she'd look for Hari, her fellow senior that understood her frustrations- her sister in every sense but literal. But Hari was off at the most important archery competition of the season so far; Minha refused to distract her from her life's ambition. Not even Jiwoo would be comfort, having been sent off to Seoul with the rest of the team, and Minha wanted Jiwoo to be safe from Coach Kim.

She was all alone. Maybe she could just stay here and cheer on her junior teammates, but the burn of embarrassment was too strong. She couldn't look at any of them knowing that they witnessed not only her disrespect for their coach but also the temper tantrum she'd thrown after the bus carrying her future left. That was the part that made her chest ache. She'd stand up for her teammates time and again, that wasn't a problem. But the anguish of being kicked aside, of losing everything she'd worked for, and how that feeling took over, overwhelming and all-consuming in the moment, that feeling clawed at her insides as she gave in. Now she could only feel embarrassment.

Yongha, Jiwoo's successor, had pulled her into the locker room as quickly as she could and begged her to skip the game. "You're too angry to be here today, we understand."

Minha had taken that one straight to the heart. She had a reputation on her team as their Vitamin C, and instead, she cursed at the sky and kicked a volleyball into the forest with angry tears. Crouched on the ground, pulling at her hair to contain her rage... Yongha was right. Even as she was trying to practice, her face felt hot, knowing her fellow teammates were whispering to each other. No looks of understanding could erase the shame she felt. She hadn't even processed her actions fully. How would she explain to her parents that she'd tarnished their hopes just for the satisfaction of calling her coach an asshole? She was right, obviously, but that would mean nothing in the grand scheme. Three years as their ward, down the drain. She should just go home for the day. Nobody had to know that she was a failure today.

Defeated, she trudged through the locker room, not sparing any time to look around at how empty it was. Her teammates were going to Seoul, competing in a game that should include her. She just had to run her mouth off and get suspended from the game. Her coach never liked having a foreigner, not even a talented one. It didn't matter that Minha was one of their aces, or that she was a good communicator on the court- not even her pristine record up to the day of infraction could sway Coach Kim to not make an example out of her. And so here she was, glaring at her empty water bottle. Alone. Fishing her phone out of her duffel, she fiddled with her bangs while checking the time. The team should be reaching the other team's gym by now. Maybe they'll stop for lunch first, it was getting close to that time now. She considered texting Jiwoo, but she didn't want her friend to get caught with a phone.

She just had to get home somehow, without anyone noticing her. It was risky, trying to cut class, and if found out, her family would never trust her again. But hadn't she already betrayed their trust?

Her eyes were filling, threatening to fall into tears. She wiped them away as quickly as possible; tears weren't going to change what she'd done. Still sniffling, she pulled a hoodie over her uniform and slipped out of the gym as unassumingly as she could. She ignored the sounds of service, the tell-tale shouts of teamwork and sneakers squeaking on the floor. She clutched onto her gym bag, slung across her shoulders, acting as an anchor. Campus was bustling as students around her started heading out for their lunch breaks, so she ducked her head and pulled the oversized hoodie even closer. If she could just make it off campus, her shame could stay hidden from the general population, at least until tomorrow, after she figured out how to face her family.

"Noona!"

She cursed under her breath before turning to the boy approaching, a small smile already on her face, anything to keep them from knowing.

Daesu stopped in front of her, grinning widely, "are you skipping school?" He looked at her hands, gripping her bag so tightly her knuckles were white, "are you ok?" His smile flattened into a frown, worry coloring his tone.

Minha loosened her grip on the strap, eyes now wide, "Oh, uh-"

Screaming filled the air.

Minha felt the hairs on her neck rise. Her spine tingled. Daesu tensed up, swiveling to find the source.

In the distance, Minha could see a handful of students running, shrieking in fear, some stumbling and falling. The back of her brain jolted.

"What's going on?" Daesu sounded shaky and he gripped her wrist, already pulling her to stand behind him.

She tugged him to start running towards the school, towards where she hoped Wujin was, "monsters."

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See, now we're hitting the real action!  Thanks for hanging in here with me so far.

[jardin-rp]

Przyjęliśmy rezerwację na wizerunek: 

Kim Jiwoo/Chuu (GEN)

Hwang Hyunjin (OC)

[iycyads]

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REQUESTED BY: The Maker FC: Do Kyungsoo BIO: https://themaker.carrd.co/ WANTED CONNECTION: Female Companion/Possible Girlfriend. SUGGESTED FC: Jihyo of Twice, Somin/Jiwoo of Kard, Wendy of RV. SPECIES: Sprite/Nisse. NATURE OF RELATIONSHIP: The Maker has an attraction to Fey women. He does not deny this. That being said, he is not exactly the best at flirting or being forward. This plot would involve your muse befriending The Maker and possibly becoming a shop assistant as best as possible. Should it lead to anything, that can be discussed. If it ends up as just friends, that's fine. If it goes into more, excellent. Should it set fire to the rain? We'll watch it burn with smiles on our faces and return to normal at the end.

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REQUESTED BY: Blythé Darragh FC: Hwang Hyunjin from SKZ. BIO: https://blythe-darragh.carrd.co/ WANTED CONNECTION: Son SUGGESTED FC: Yang Jeongin/I.N. from SKZ. SPECIES: Hybrid (Human and Leanen-Sidhe), or Leanen-Sidhe. AGE: 20-60. NATURE OF RELATIONSHIP: Your mother told you while on her deathbed that your father is Blythé, someone that had been a close friend of hers all those years ago but had been unable to get in touch with after [you can insert some kind of event here: arranged marriage, change of social status, family stuff]. Attitude towards Blythé can be hostile or not. Dynamics can be talked over once in the roleplay.

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REQUESTED BY: Asami Sando FC: Itzy; Hwang Yeji BIO: https://cleverlittlefox.carrd.co/ WANTED CONNECTION: Half-brother SUGGESTED FC: Lee Jooheon (Monsta X) SPECIES: Daji NATURE OF RELATIONSHIP: Splintered siblings. Asami is their father's daughter from his first wife; and her half brother is the only child from his second wife. (Or Mistress in Asami's eyes). The two have no idea about each other at first. Their Father tried his hardest to erase the previous life of his only for Asami to find out about it. Their relationship is fractured. Frenemies at best. It could grow into something friendlier down the line, or it could mean war.

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REQUESTED BY: Vior de Mevius FC: EXO; Baekhyun BIO: https://insidiovs.carrd.co/ WANTED CONNECTION: younger half-sibling. (Any gender) SUGGESTED FC: any SPECIES: Lamia NATURE OF RELATIONSHIP: Tentative and new sibling dynamic. Your muse was previously a slave until it recently came to light that they were born from the infidelity of Vior's father. To avoid another scandal -- the de Mevius family elevated your muse's status from slave to master, from poor to wealthy, and have requested your muse pretends to be a distant cousin. the relationship with Vior will start off cold and clinical, but the sibling dynamic can either grow to be warm and familiar, or they can clash due to Vior's elitist beliefs and your muse's background as a slave.

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☛Dystopian city roleplay AU that is inspired by themes from novel Godsgrave, movie Blade Runner, Classic Fantasy & Myth Literature, and Splatterpunk Horror☚

City AU roleplay || Literate & Semi-Lit || OC || Supernatural Horror Myth || Mewe RP || Many Species || Master-Slave Themed || Interactive Plot Drops || Friendly Admins

[ignooy-nim]

 Jae-Lynn’s Contact List  m.list

under the divider are some of Jae-Lynn’s friends/ family and their contact names :)

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AleXa -> 'alex 🐛 she's a worm :('

Bang Chan -> ‘(#1 leader) chris’

Yoon Keeho -> 'baby that's keke palmer'

BamBam -> 'bambam owes me $5'

Lee Felix -> ‘🐀-boy lix’

Son Chaeyoung -> 'chae 🌷'

Seo Changbin -> ‘changbin🔻’

Rosé Park -> '🌹é '

Park Jihyo -> 'god jihyo supremacy'

Yang Jeongin -> ‘innie (aka pain in my ass #2) 💔'

Jackson Wang -> '❗JACKSON❗'

Jung Jaehyun -> ‘jaehyun :)’

Jamie Park -> '♡ jamie ♡'

Jennie Kim -> 'jennie (from the block)'

Jessica Ho (Jessi) -> 'jessi 🍑'

Han Jisung -> ‘ji 🐿’

Jeon Jiwoo -> 'jiwoooo- 👻'

Johnny Seo -> 'johnny 🤷🏻‍♀️'

Lalisa Manoban -> 'lala💫🖤'

Hwang Hyunjin -> ‘little bro hyunjin’

[OC] Elessia Jung-King (Torres) -> ‘mama’

Matthew Kim -> 'matt 💯🔥🔥💦💪🏻'

Momo Hiari -> 'moomoo 💓💃🏻'

Moon Byul-yi -> ‘moonbyul🌙 ‘

Mark Lee -> 'mork pee 🤠'

Jeon Somi -> 'my baby somi'

[OC] Bora Myeong -> 'myeong🌞'

Kim Dahyun -> 'my heart shaker dahyun'

[OC] Faith King -> ‘my twin’

Kevin Moon -> 'u my hUsband 😼💍'

Peniel Shin -> 'peniel'

Shin Ryujin -> 'ryujinie 😼'

Choi San -> 'san :-)'

Kim Seungmin -> ‘seungmin (aka pain in my ass #1) 💔'

Park Seonghwa -> 'seonghwa 👀'

Son Eric -> 'the boy Eric'

[OC] Ezra King -> ‘the EZ KING™’

[OC] Maricela Jung -> 'tia mari💃🏻🍸'

Choi Yeonjun -> 'yeonjun👁👅👁'

Kim Yeri -> 'yeri 💋'

Lee Know -> 'you know lee know'

[lahbarsaglini]

MASTERLIST

Last Updated: September 20, 2019

OC’s MASTERLIST

BACKSTAGE (Naya Kwon - JYP ENTERTAINMENT)

GOT7 MASTERLIST

IM JAEBUM

MARK TUAN

JACKSON WANG

PARK JINYOUNG

CHOI YOUNGJAE

KUNPIMOOK BHUWAKUL

KIM YUGYEOM

REACTIONS

GOT7 AS...

BTS MASTERLIST

KIM NAMJOON

KIM SEOKJIN

MIN YOONGI

JUNG HOSEOK

PARK JIMIN

KIM TAEHYUNG

JEON JUNGKOOK

REACTIONS

BTS AS...

BLACKPINK MASTERLIST

KIM JISOO

JENNIE KIM

PARK CHAEYOUNG

LALISA MANOBAN

REACTIONS

BLACKPINK AS...

TWICE MASTERLIST

PARK JIHYO

IM NAEYEON

YOO JEONGYEON

HIRAI MOMO

MINATOZAKI SANA

MINA MYOUI

KIM DAHYUN

SON CHAEYOUNG

CHOU TZUYU

REACTIONS

TWICE AS...

SHINEE MASTERLIST

LEE JINKI

KIM JONGHYUN

KIM KIBUM

CHOI MINHO

LEE TAEMIN

REACTIONS

SHINEE AS...

* I will not be writing for Jonghyun but I still put his name because SHINee will always be 5. 

MAMAMOO MASTERLIST

KIM YONGSUN

MOON BYUL YI

JUNG WHEEIN

AHN HYEJIN

REACTIONS

MAMAMOO AS...

MONSTA X MASTERLIST

SON HYUNWOO

LEE HOSEOK

LEE MINHYUK

YOO KIHYUN

CHAE HYUNGWON

LEE JIHWAN

IM CHANGKYUN

REACTIONS

MONSTA X AS...

NCT MASTERLIST

LEE TAEYONG

MOON TAEIL

SEO YOUNGHO

NAKAMOTO YUTA

KIM DOYOUNG

CHITTAPHON LEECHAIYAPORNKUL

JUNG JAEHYUN

DONG SI CHENG

HUANG LUCAS

MARK LEE

HUANG RENJUN

LEE JENO

LEE DONG HYUCK

NA JAEMIN

ZHONG CHENLE

PARK JISUNG

REACTIONS

NCT AS...

* I will only write to the members that I am familiar with. Please be understandable as NCT has many members and I still can't identify or understand them all.

* On “Reactions” or “NCT as” please choose one of the units.

RED VELVET MASTERLIST

BAE JOOHYUN

KANG SEULGI

SON SEUNGWAN

PARK SOOYOUNG

KIM YERI

REACTIONS

RED VELVET AS...

IKON MASTERLIST

KIM HANBIN

KIM JINHWAN

SONG YUNHYEONG

KIM JIWON

KIM DONGHYUK

KOO JUNHOE

JUNG CHANWOO

REACTIONS

IKON AS...

*Hanbin will always be part of iKON and I will be writing for him too. 

EXO MASTERLIST

KIM MINSEOK

LU HAN

LI JIAHENG

KIM JUNMYEON

ZHANG YIXING

BYUN BAEKHYUN

KIM JONGDAE

PARK CHANYEOL

DO KYUNGSOO

HUANG ZITAO

KIM JONGIN

OH SEHUN

REACTIONS

EXO AS...

*On “Reactions” or “EXO as” please choose OT12 or OT9.

WINNER MASTERLIST

KIM JINWOO

LEE SEUNGHOON

SONG MINHO

KANG SEUNGYOON

NAM TAEHYUN

REACTIONS

WINNER AS...

*I will be writing for Taehyun as well. 

GFRIEND MASTERLIST

KIM SOJUNG

JUNG YERIN

JUNG EUNBI

CHOI YUNA

HWANG EUNBI

KIM YEWON

REACTIONS

GFRIEND AS...

SUPER JUNIOR MASTERLIST

PARK JEONGSOO

KIM HEECHUL

KIM JONGHOON

SHIN DONGHEE

LEE HYUKJAE

LEE DONGHAE

CHOI SIWON

KIM RYEOWOOK

CHO KYUHYUN

REACTIONS

SUJU AS...

*I’ll only write for OT9 because i don’t know all of the original members. Sorry.

KARD MASTERLIST

KIM TAEHYUNG

MATTHEW KIM

JEON SOMIN

JEON JIWOO

REACTIONS

KARD AS...

BIGBANG MASTERLIST

KWON JIYONG

CHOI SEUNGHYUN

DONG YOUNGBAE

REACTIONS

BIGBANG AS...

*I’ll only be writing for G-Dragon, TOP and Taeyang. 

SOLOISTS MASTERLIST

JAY PARK

SIMON DOMINIC

GRAY

LOCO

SUNMI

CHUNGHA

CL

HYUNA

JESSI

REACTIONS

XXX AS...

[hwanggeumkrp]

RESERVED UNTIL MARCH 7TH

OC - kim doyeon, weki meki // athlete3

KIM2 - jang yeeun, clc

OC - xiao zhan, actor // owner of lou’s convenience

CHOI1 - kang seulgi, red velvet // athlete5 ** EXTENDED

RESERVED UNTIL MARCH 8TH

OC - lee taeyong, nct

OH1 - undecided

A2 - undecided

SOLO2 -  sana minatozaki, twice

TBA - kim taehyung (v), bts

RESERVED UNTIL MARCH 9TH

MODEL2 - park jeonghwa (exid)

KIM3 - lee donghyuck (haechan), nct

OC - wong yukhei (lucas), wayv

CHOI2 - kim jiwoo (chuu), loona // athlete6

RESERVED UNTIL MARCH 10TH

ENFORCER1 - seo youngho (johnny), nct 

SEDUCER2 - undecided

IDOL6 - undecided

IDOL7 - undecided

JEON3 - undecided

RECEIVED APPLICATIONS

A1 [ jeon yeojin ]- kim jisoo, blackpink // house#500, actress

BAE1 [ bae yuna ] - son naeun, apink // house#127, artist

MOON1 [ moon taejoon ] - chittaphon leechaiyapornkul (ten), wayv // house#120, owner of eclipse and solace

MOON2 [ moon taewoon ] - jung jaehyun, nct // house#120, pink marmalade’s owner

MOON3 [ moon taehoon ] - na jaemin, nct dream // house#120, unemployed

LEE1  [ lee haneul ] - oh sehun, exo // house#251, high school teacher

LEE2 [ lee ahreum ] - jeon heejin, loona // house#251, student

KIM1 [ kim jaesung ] - park chanyeol, exo // house#036, manager at the kim’s restaurants

KIM4 [ kim seohee ] - park sooyoung (joy), red velvet // house#112, student

IDOL3 [ shin jisu ] - kim yerim (yeri), red velvet // house#257, dancer/visuals of trophy

IDOL4 [ koo taehwan ] - kim jongin (kai), exo // house#472, leader of nexus

SONG2 [ song hyunki ] - jeon jungkook, bts // house#433, basketball player (athlete1)

OC [ lee chaeyoung ] - chungha, soloist // house#377, unemployed

OC [ son rioh ] - lee taemin, shinee // house#464, professional figure skater (athlete4)

OC [ jung soyeon ] - park chaeyoung (rose), blackpink // house#105, student & influencer

SOLO1 [ geum chanmi ] - kim jennie, blackpink // house#053, soloist

SONG1 [ song hyejin ] - ha sooyoung (yves), loona // house#010, student

WANG1 [ wang bowen ] - lin yanjun, soloist // house#271, department head at wang corperation

OH2 [ oh jamie ] - moon byulyi (moonbyul), mamamoo // house#113, bartender at solace

SEDUCER1 [ han ara ] - lee sangbi, model // house#022, seducer & socialite

OC [ wong shingyu ] - wong kunhang, wayv // house#047, badminton player (athlete2)

SONG3 [ song heejin ] - lee naeun, april // house#151, actress (a3)

MODEL1 [ han ari ] - im jinah, actress // house#424, model (model1)

HWANG1 [ hwang sikyung ] - hwang hyunjin, stray kids // house#121, model (model3)

IDOL8 [ moon seokhwa ] - yoon jeonghan, seventeen // house#432, main vocal of nexus

KIM3 [ kim jyuseon ] - lee donghyuck (haechan), nct // house#069; student & waiter at the kim’s restaurants

MODEL4 [ ryang kyuhyun ] - choi san, ateez // house#110, model

OH3 [ oh byul ] - seo soojin, (g)i-dle // house#113, student

[asleeplessren]

Keep Going

(AoUAD fanfic)

Jang Wujin x OC

← 003. →

Hari was sleeping soundly, barely audible breaths escaping her. In the opposite corner of her room lay the fitful form of Minha. Unable to lay still, constantly shifting, Minha was the opposite of her roommate. Every few seconds a whimper would fall from her lips, the sound being exactly what drew Wujin to his older sister's room in the first place. He hadn't slept at all, despite the house going dark hours ago. He'd been feeling guilty.

All day, he was able to ignore the feeling; picking on Daesu, jegi with Joonyeong and Baresu, passing notes in class. The first crack came as he walked off campus with his friends. They shoved each other around and threw playful threats at one another, but none of it was enough to stop his gaze from landing on the gym. He could hear sneakers on the wooden flooring, the distinct slap of volleyballs hitting the ground, players yelling commands to each other. Minha was in there, and she'd probably still be there when the sun fell. He immediately remembered seeing her smile fall earlier that day. And how quickly she covered it. Only for it to grow into a grin when she left him.

He'd spent the better half of the last year tiptoeing away from the older girl. There were too many misunderstandings. She didn't know that skinship wasn't common here, or that multi-gendered friendship had certain rules. She was so free, and it was easier to let her be free somewhere else than to stifle her. He liked that she laughed often, that she used to play with his hair when he was sick, or that she wanted to play video games with him all summer. She would always wave at him when he showed up to games, she always included him in conversations with seniors if he was there, and she never gave up.

He'd felt even worse when he got home that night, and her shoes were missing from the entryway. She was still practicing, even now with the sun long gone. She'd be walking home alone. The guilty feeling tripled when dinner came around and she was still gone. He tried to sneak a look over Hari's shoulder as she texted Jiwoo, but Minha's name was never mentioned.

And then she walked into the room. He was so relieved. But she looked so tired too. Guilt cemented his tongue to the roof of his mouth.

Now though, he could hear Minha having a nightmare. He wanted that guilty feeling to go away, and he wanted her to sleep for her match, so he moved as quietly as he could into the girls' room.

Minha gasped awake. She felt only cold fear in her veins. Heart beating wildly, sweat gathering along her hairline- she felt clammy and on edge. She couldn't breathe. And then she locked eyes with Wujin, and her breath was gone.

Wujin's face was right above her, his hand moving in front of him in a shushing motion. Minha's breathing was still heavy as she looked lost. He gestured towards the faintly snoring lump that was Hari.

Minha nodded in understanding and tried to shoot him a questioning glance and get ahold of the way her lungs were burning.

Wujin only shook his head and pulled her out of the room, the girl stumbling slightly. Her vision was limited both by the darkness and the way her eyes couldn't focus on anything. The feeling of Wujin's hand wrapped around her wrist was her only anchor as she struggled to find her feet.

As the door shut softly he paused in the hallway, looking to see if his parents had stirred. With no tell-tale sounds outside of Minha's short gasps, he turned back to her, "you were having a nightmare. I didn't want to wake Hari."

At the mention of her nightmare, Minha froze, suddenly seeing the images across her mind again. It was fast, but she could feel the same fear sweeping through her. She didn't notice that she had tears building up in the corners of her eyes as she zoned out, the violence of her dream pulling her back in.

"Minha?"

She startled back into the present; Wujin.

Before he could blink, she pulled him into her arms. His entire body was burning, on instinct seeking out any other eyes, making sure nobody was witnessing this. Warm hands gliding across his skin, too fast to linger for long, but insistent in their search.

"Wha-" he tried to push her off, especially as she specifically started pulling at the hem around his neck, frantic hands feeling for something. She needed to check.

"You're ok," she whispered to herself in such relief that he stopped pushing.

"Are you? What did you dream about?"

Minha rested her head on his shoulder, boneless now that fear wasn't driving her actions, and answered in the tiniest voice "monsters." Her hands still sat on his shoulders, seeking the comfort of knowing he was ok.

Wujin began leading her toward his room, not wanting to wake anyone up, "did they get me or something?" He chuckled lightly, hand ghosting across her back, ushering her into the room. She seemed so fragile, even as he reminded himself that this was the same girl that could dominate a court and commanded the admiration of others with simple words of encouragement.

He felt her shudder, "I couldn't stop them." These words didn't hit him, it was just a dream after all.

He pulled her to sit with him on the bed, their backs up against the wall, shoulders touching, "that's because you're tiny."

She shoved him weakly, "I might be a little short, but I'm still strong. And fast. How else do you think I became an ace?"

Wujin smiled, successful in changing the topic, "Don't your teammates just launch you at the ball?"

This time she pushed him harder, "Yah!" The boy fell sideways.

He laughed, regaining his balance, "Ok, you're strong!"

She giggled, finally having caught her breath, "Don't you forget it."

He nodded as they fell silent again. This was comforting, being like this again. When he was at home, and it was dark out, just the two of them, he could pretend that he was just a middle schooler, hanging out with his new host sister; back when she had nobody else to talk to and he had nobody to impress other than her. And he could pretend that they were the only people in the world. Even now, he felt like he had fallen into a dream. Maybe he was imagining it all. His pajama pants grazed the side of her own, pink and girly, such a contrast to the athlete that wore oversized jackets (that he suspected belonged to him sometimes).

"Wujin," she sounded tired. Her head dropped down, away from him, but she rallied upright.

"Yes?"

She yawned and closed her eyes, head tilting backward this time to rest on the wall, "I'll save you from the monsters."

And suddenly she was out like a light. He chuckled softly, moving her to lay down; she had a big game tomorrow after all.

"I'm sure you will, noona."

He grabbed a pillow and an extra blanket from his closet. He could sleep on the floor for one night.

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Hari was no-nonsense today. She'd herded both of her wards all the way to school long before the late call, warning Wujin to not sneak off campus just to walk in with his friends. She had enough to focus on today, and his ability to not goof around with his little buddies was not going to help. The teenage boy rolled his eyes, "Noona, shouldn't you be leaving soon?" She raised a hand to smack him, failing as he dodged her and winked, "too slow!" He grinned cheekily at his older sister but made sure to wish both of his sunbaes luck before walking off.

The older girl smirked as she watched her slightly younger friend stare after him, "maybe if you ask nicely he'll give you a kiss for good luck." Hari took deep pleasure in how quickly Minha's cheeks turned red.

Gasping and trying to smack Hari's arm, Minha just knew her ears were red too, "Unnie! You can't just say that to me, I gotta have a warning!"

Hari's laughter was loud as they walked together, "What? No such warning exists."

"Still," Minha whined next to her, "you know how much it shocks me when you mention it!"

Weaving her arm around Minha's shoulder, Hari smirked again, "Imagine how shocked I was when I figured out your crush. On my disgusting little brother too. You're like a cougar."

If it wasn't embarrassing enough, Jiwoo sidled up next to them, wrapping an arm around Hari, "She's a cradle robber!"

"Not you too!" Minha glared at her sister and friend, "and I'm not either of those!"

"Sure," the girls cooed in unison.

"I mean it. I just like being around him, ok? And," she pointed at them, offense painted on her face, "I was born in December. I'm barely older!"

The older girls shared a look before looking back at Minha, "Sure!"

Minha pulled her hood over her head to block the two girls out and hide how red her face had become. She still remembered the day Hari found out about her feelings for Wujin. She'd joined Minha and Jiwoo on a trip to the movies- a rare allowance for the girls as they were expected to constantly be honing their skills. It was a rom-com, and while normally it would have been fun for Minha, Jiwoo spent the entire time poking her in the side, as the lead looked similar enough to Wujin. Hari finally added up the facts when Minha pounced on Jiwoo's back on their way out of the theater, whispering harshly (and much louder than intended) to stop "or Hari will figure it out!"

Hari was thrown off at first, but it was also such a cute possibility that she couldn't resist teasing Minha. In Hari's opinion, Wujin was a little bit of a brat sometimes, but he was also dependable and encouraging. She'd never heard her brother complain in the ten years that she'd been the center of attention. He'd only ever been supportive of her dream, and that only doubled when Minha moved in with them. If anything, Hari was rooting for her surrogate sister. At least this way, she might eventually be a real sister. That was getting ahead of herself though, and more important things were at hand.

"Play a good game today, ok?" She wrapped her arm around Minha's shoulder once more as they got close to their separation point.

Minha, still buried in her hoodie, nodded, "I always do."

Hari laughed and gave her one last squeeze, "I know. Just play honestly, play hard, and don't give up."

Jiwoo soon slung an arm over Hari, "Same goes to you, unnie." Once Hari bowed her head in agreement she continued, "and when we all get back, we'll go get pork belly!"

The other girls chuckled; it was always about food in the end with Jiwoo.

Minha pushed Hari off of her and towards the Archery Center, "Go! You're gonna be late. Make me proud!"

And the girls went their separate ways. All hopeful, but none of them prepared.

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I know! Where are the zombies??? We're almost there! Was this chapter fluffy on a day that happens to be full of heart-shaped stuff? Coincidence (mostly) But the next part will be up soon!

[jardin-rp]

Nasze directory opuszczają: 

Seo Soojin (GEN) - @salvris-deactivated20200421

Dong Sicheng (OC) -  @ji-ha0

Ahn Hyojin (GEN) - @hvoiin

Jung Jinsoul (GEN) - @bbisn

Kim Jiwoo (GEN) - @chvue

Kim Dongyoung (GEN) - @dovng

Hwang Hyunjin (GEN) - @thyuris

Wizerunki wracają do obiegu. Przypominamy, że przed ponownym dołączeniem do directory należy odczekać dwa tygodnie. 

[hwanggeumkrp]

RESERVED UNTIL MARCH 7TH

OC - kim doyeon, weki meki // athlete3

KIM2 - jang yeeun, clc

OC - xiao zhan, actor // owner of lou’s convenience

CHOI1 - kang seulgi, red velvet // athlete5 ** EXTENDED

SONG3 - lee naeun, april ** EXTENDED

RESERVED UNTIL MARCH 8TH

OC - lee taeyong, nct

OH1 - undecided

A2 - undecided

SOLO2 -  sana minatozaki, twice

OH3 - seo soojin, (g)i-dle

TBA - kim taehyung (v), bts

M1 - im jinah, actress

WANG2 - wong kunhang, wayv // athlete2 ** EXTENDED

RESERVED UNTIL MARCH 9TH

M2 - park jeonghwa (exid)

KIM3 - lee donghyuck (haechan), nct

HWANG1 - hwang hyunjin, stray kids // model3

OC - wong yukhei (lucas), wayv

CHOI2 - kim jiwoo (chuu), loona // athlete6

RECEIVED APPLICATIONS

A1 [ jeon yeojin ]- kim jisoo, blackpink // house#500, actress

BAE1 [ bae yuna ] - son naeun, apink // house#127, artist

MOON1 [ moon taejoon ] - chittaphon leechaiyapornkul (ten), wayv // house#120, owner of eclipse and solace

MOON2 [ moon taewoon ] - jung jaehyun, nct // house#120, pink marmalade’s owner

MOON3 [ moon taehoon ] - na jaemin, nct dream // house#120, unemployed

LEE1  [ lee haneul ] - oh sehun, exo // house#251, high school teacher

LEE2 [ lee ahreum ] - jeon heejin, loona // house#251, student

KIM1 [ kim jaesung ] - park chanyeol, exo // house#036, manager at the kim’s restaurants

KIM4 [ kim seohee ] - park sooyoung (joy), red velvet // house#112, student

IDOL3 [ shin jisu ] - kim yerim (yeri), red velvet // house#257, dancer/visuals of trophy

IDOL4 [ koo taehwan ] - kim jongin (kai), exo // house#472, leader of nexus

SONG2 [ song hyunki ] - jeon jungkook, bts // house#433, basketball player (athlete1)

OC [ lee chaeyoung ] - chungha, soloist // house#377, unemployed

OC [ son rioh ] - lee taemin, shinee // house#464, professional figure skater (athlete4)

OC [ jung soyeon ] - park chaeyoung (rose), blackpink // house#105, student & influencer

SOLO1 [ geum chanmi ] - kim jennie, blackpink // house#053, soloist

SONG1 [ song hyejin ] - ha sooyoung (yves), loona // house#010, student 

WANG1 [ wang bowen ] - lin yanjun, soloist // house#271, department head at wang corperation

OH2 [ oh jamie ] - moon byulyi (moonbyul), mamamoo // house#113, bartender at solace

SEDUCER1 [ han ara ] - lee sangbi, model // house#022, seducer & socialite