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on the priority of the to-do list:
recheck verses / tags / pages to see whats outdated/in need of smnth
update rules w/ new info or changed info ( cant remember if i updated my age there yet or not either ). Might add rule/note ab considering someone following one of my blogs all of my blogs bc it gets a bit confusing---
get pages up for @binksbrew specifically, decide whether or not to add kyros, bartolomeo, bege, or guernica
LOOK AT FOLLOWING/FOLLOWERS LIST (<- person who. has not looked at that in. over a year orz )
Sort through inbox / drafts and decide if keep or if new slate or mix,,,,
Maybe make a new promo,,,, its been ten million years since ive opened ps,,,,
#OOC.#[ to everyone who followed me in like the past year im so sorry </3#[ kinda taking things rly slow bc my brain has been mush these days#[ n also op fixation is teetering on the edge of returning but not quite there yet.....#[ its always there but other things are in the mind palace more promenently....#[ have been thinking ab making another. hub blog. with all of my other inactive blogs on it bc its rly been missing rp n blorbos hours....#[ sniffs. one of those. man i wish i could just remake but God that would be way more effort than i have rn#[ but we stay silly <3
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âtill death do us part | ii
synopsis: you shouldâve known that stealing your fatherâs company out from under him would cost you. turns out, if he canât kick you out of the office, heâs determined to make sure it isnât entirely yours. business tycoon kim namjoon seems to agree.
pairing: namjoon x reader
genre: e2l, marriage of convience, fluff, maybe slight angst
words: 1021
a/n: still short, i know, but i hope they will get longer as we go along!! i just got back from my grandparentsâ this week (and they had zero internet connection), and iâve been settling back in but hopefully i can begin putting these out regularly!
also: part two of a drabble series for @namjoonxorg birthday, the concept of which was inspired by the netflix remake of the show âDynastyâ. hope you enjoy!
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Despite your best efforts, the soft breeze does its best to rake its fingers through your hair, thoroughly protected by your hat. The now warm spring weather allows for a more breathable wardrobe, something you are grateful for.
Looking down at your food, you try your hardest to not simply pick at your food, but your lack of interest must be evident on your face for your companion heaves a sigh and disregards her own plate.
âOkay,â Minah says, crossing her arms with her âi-know-you-want-to-talk-you-just-donât-want-to-say-it-so-now-youâre-making-me-pry-it-out-of-youâ look. âSpill.â
Still, you sniff haughtily (yes youâve mastered that) and then your head away. âI donât know what youâre talking about.â
She isnât convinced. âYes you do.â A pause. She stares at you with her beady, all-knowing eyes. A lightbulb. âSo⊠howâs Namjoon?â
Your eyes snap to hers, unaware if youâre glad she brought it up so you wouldnât have to, or displeased that your exact problem was so obvious.
A frown tugs your lips down. âI canât even talk to the guy, itâs like heâs a robot or an alien or something.â
Minah appears confused. âBut you donât even like him,â she points out.
âNo,â you concede, having officially abandoned your garden salad (to make sure you fit into your dress, as your father had said). âBut thereâs no way to get out of this marriage. My father has made it abundantly clear that I only have two options: marry him and be CEO, or call it off and bow down to him. And I donât bow down to anyone.â
âYou would get married just to spite your father?â
âYes.â
Your friend grins. âI knew I liked you for a reason.â
You shrug in an effort to remain nonchalant, though a smirk threatens to paint your face. âHell hath no fury, as they say.â A beat passes and you continue. âSo, if I canât get out of this marriage, I have to at least make sure it seems real or else the press would have a field day. Which means giving my dream wedding up to that arrogant, pompous, self-righteous excuse for a man.â
Minah nods, processing. You can practically see the cogs in her billion-dollar brain ticking. âWhy do you hate him so much? You just met him. Surely, he has the common sense not to be a total asshole to his fourteen-day fiancĂ©?â
Electing to ignore her quip, you suddenly find the end of your fork very distracting. It only takes her a second to jump to conclusions.
She gasps, her dark, cat like eyes widen and her wine red lips form a scandalized âOâ. âOh my god, youâve met him before!â
You shush her furiously, looking around to make sure there were no prying eyes or ears to listen to your conversation.
(Even though if there were, youâd already be majorly screwed anyway.)
âYes,â you say finally, a sour expression controlling your face. âIâve met him before.â
âCare to elaborate?â
A low groan escapes you and suddenly you wished youâd never started the conversation in the first place. âIt was a year ago at one of my dadâs stupid charity events.â
âOh yes,â Minah snarks. âBecause charity is oh so stupid.â
You glare at her. âYou know what I mean.â
She smirks to herself, nodding. âI do. Continue.â
âWell, at first I thought he was really hot, you know, that tall, dark, and handsome kinda thing?â You shift in your seat, unable to get comfortable in the lousy plastic chair. âI was even going to ask him to dance when a good song came on, but then I heard him talking about a sales pitch my dad must have given him, that I came up with by the way, and he was just completely picking it apart! I spent months trying to finalize that deal, but one word from him and suddenly daddy decides to cut the entire thing! I mean, can you believe that?â
âI donât know,â the raven haired girl replies, tilting her head in thought. âI remember that. Didnât your dad find a calculation error in there that wouldâve completely skewed your numbers?â
Your fork freezes halfway to your mouth. âWhat?â
âYeah,â Minah announces, more sure of herself this time as a flash of recognition comes to her. âHe said that your pitch relied too heavily upon the cooperation of Phera Corp. and that the numbers couldnât risk a major rejection like that.â
Sometimes, you wish youâd never told her some things. This was one of those times.
âWhose side are you on?â You huff, pouting.
She rolls her eyes at your petty display, but is far too used to it by now to care. âYours, of course, but Iâm just saying. That was a whole year before this little⊠arrangement of yours. He had no ties to your company, likely could have benefited more from allowing the deal to go through...â
âMaybe heâs not as bad as you thought.â
âOr maybe,â you seethe, unable to accept defeat. âHeâs just had my familyâs company in his sights for longer than we all thought. I knew he wasnât to be trusted!â
Minah sighs and says nothing. What can she say? You have a very love-hate relationship with reason. Today must be an off-day.
âSure.â
After that, the rest of your lunch proceeds without any more hitches, but gets cut short when Minah gets an emergency call from her own company that she has to see to right away.
Apologizing for not being about to drive you home, you wave the girl off with an easy smile, telling her that itâs really no big deal, you can just call one of your chauffeurs.
As she says her farewells, you wait at your table patiently until you see a familiar limousine pull up to the curb.
âThank god, I need to start getting ready for a business dinner soon,â You lament as you climb into the car. âJust straight home please.â
But then you hear a voice that definitely doesnât belong to your usual driver.
âThat address might be changing soon, yâknow,â Namjoon grins, all dimples and pride. âYou might need to specify.â
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