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s-ultry · 6 years ago

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i’m speaking to your boss - joe mazzello imagine

[ CEO!Joe ]

A/N: heyo my fellow bad bitchesss, so yeah here’s one i’ve been desperate on writing and completing. + its my bday so like why not bless yall with this fucking dADDY. hope you guys enjoy! REQUESTS ARE OPEN!

WARNINGS: JUST YOU BEING A TOTAL BADDIE! + teasing lol why not.

SUMMARY: Your boss has been nonstop bothering you about your work methods, and your late (but in reality early) arrivals. Joe noticed your stress and decided to talk to your boss, your boss not knowing you’re actually married. ;)

It was yet another morning of torture, you had just arrived to your desk when you heard your boss scream your name from her office. Her voice was loud, as your desk was a hallway away from her luxurious office.

You scrambled to her office with her morning ginger and espresso shots, which was a very weird mixture right at the break of day. Being an assistant wasn’t very easy, especially Mrs. Cordelia. Your dream was to be a fashion magazine art director, for your name to be known for your hard work and creativity.

But, you were stuck with an assistant job.

“Y/N?!?! Where have you been! I have been waiting all day!” The blond haired lady frantically screamed at you as she was typing on her smartphone.

“Mrs. Cordelia I-,” you tried to explain, but she cut you off. “No, Y/N. Save it! I am too nice to you by letting you come in at 10! Be here tomorrow at 9:30! I have a visitor and I want to make the best impression, do you understand?”

“Yes, Mrs. Cordelia.”

“And buy some new work clothes, the black button up makes you look fatter, which is impossible cause the colour black makes you skinnier,” she sternly judged glancing at your normal work outfit.

“I’ll get right on it, madam.” You internally huffed closing her office door behind you.

After what felt like a light year, you were finally done with work and decided to head to the mall to get some new clothes for Mrs. Cruella De Vil. You bought new shirts, which were white and made of silk with a matching black pencil skirt.

You drove to your shared house with your husband, Joe. After the success with his recent movies with his 3 best friends, Joe built an empire and is now the CEO of a fashion company.

Of course, he offered you a job. But, you wanted to earn your spot rather than get it out of pity. You finally drove up to your driveway and thanked the universe for getting away from the epitome of the devil, you couldn’t wait to change out of your clothes and cuddle with Joe.

Your shared home wasn’t too big, but it was the perfect size. You had a small library connected to the office, an underground gym, and two floors. It was perfect for a family, which you were hoping to consider soon.

You removed and placed your heels by Joe’s loafers, running up the stairs you rushed to your room and kept the bags on your grey couch that was in front of your king sized bed.

You promptly entered your walk in closet and changed into an oversized knit sweater with matching knee high socks. Those pants were unbearable, so you decided to let your legs breathe without wearing anything.

You headed to Joe’s office where you can hear his fingers tapping quickly on the designated letters, you lightly knocked letting yourself in. He looked up and saw the tired look on your face, without any words, he ushered you to sit with him. Well, on him.

“What’s wrong, my love,” your husband weakly smiled combing his fingers through your hair. Joe then pulled you closer to him, with your legs draping across his thighs.

“Mrs. Cordelia,” you huffed as you snuggled into his neck. His scent intoxicating you, you whined as his hands smothered your body with love and affection.

“It’s okay, kitten. She’ll be better,” he whispered into your ear as his hand trailed closer and closer to your inner thigh. Your whimpered as his hand past by his most prized possession, making its way to your neck.

Joe gently grasped your throat forcing your gaze to meet his, you knew that he was going to say something that’ll make you orgasm on the spot. The way his eyes were hooded with lust and dominance, he was a CEO after all.

“No one overworks you, sugar. Only I do,” he growled. Your breathing got heavy, you loved it when he teased. But, you were an absolute mess above and under him.

He then gently grabbed you closer, placing his plump lips against yours. Yes, it’s year 2 of your marriage, but damn you always had explosives in your stomach when he placed his lips against yours.

“Go sleep, my love. You’ll be needing your energy for another day with her,” Joe sincerely announced carrying you to your shared room.

“It’s only 10!” You squealed as he tickled your sides when you were gently put onto your bed. The brunette then tucked you in lovingly, placing a kiss onto your forehead.

“Goodnight, babygirl,” his words ran down his lips with warmth, making your heart flutter as he turned off the lights. Your sleepiness then made its attack as your eyes closed quickly making you fall into a dreamless slumber.

It’s the next morning, and you wake up groaning into your pillow. It was 7, and Mrs. Cordelia demanded you to bring coffee for her and her visitor, apparently they booked for an early meeting.

Glancing to your side, you realised that your lover was not snoring lightly like he always does. But, a note was there instead.

Had to go to an early meeting, see you when I get home. I love you.

- Joe

You read the words a loud, you smiled in content because he knew how much you worried about his departures. Especially when he got to work from home, which was most of the time.

You then walked into your bathroom getting ready for yet another gruesome day, basically everyday. You decided to elegantly curl your hair, seeing that you have the time in the world.

You mainly focused on your eyes with makeup, just winged eyeliner and a light brown eyeshadow shade. With your face, you always went for a glowy look, but not too obvious.

You were done with getting ready, and now it was time to get changed. You were going to go for the set that you recently purchased, but thought about a black turtleneck with the black pencil skirt paired with red heels. A chic yet not too vibrant look.

You ran downstairs when you came to the realisation that it was 5 minutes to 9, and the coffee shop was far from the office. You saw that your husband made a to go bag, and you couldn’t be more blessed with this man.

You hurdled to your car, racing out you made your way to the coffee shop to get your boss and her guest two macchiatos. You speeded your way through the cars and into the parking garage, you ran to the elevator and prayed that you weren’t even a minute late.

9:29 AM

You basically fell over your desk with the coffee cups in both of your hands, you also got scones because you knew she’d scream at you if you didn’t get her guest “something to eat”.

Your alarm buzzed as the time struck 9:30 AM, you sighed in relief as you made your way through the cold hall towards a cold blooded snake.

You faintly knocked on the door, hearing her reply for you to enter, you made your way to her large meeting table and placed the order down. Looking down, you didn’t realise the visitor until he coughed loudly.

You glimpsed at the man with the black suit, his white dress shirt unbuttoned to buttons down revealing skin. His brown hair fluffly tossed around. his cufflinks shining as the sun hit it, and his extremely large hands.

Hands that you were oh so familiar with. There he sat, your husband in all his glory as he glanced back at you. Your cheeks were greeted with a deep red tint as you stood by Mrs. Cordelia.

“Oh, Mr. Mazzello, I forgot to introduce you to my assistant,” the blond announced staring daggers into you to introduce yourself.

“Hi, Mr. Mazzello. I’m Ms. Y/F/N,” you smirked shaking his hand. Joe knew the exact game you were playing, using your maiden name instead of your shared one. And, you definitely knew you were going to get punished for this, but who cares, right?

“Nice to meet you, Ms. Y/F/N,” the CEO weakly smiled at you. “Oh, you’re so kind. Joe,” your boss laughed touching your husband’s arm, stroking it gently.

This is when you were furious, no one could touch your husband. Well, Ben can cause they’re stuck together like glue, but other than him. No one.

Your heart escalated, Joe knew exactly what you were going to do, and he didn’t mind watching a show.

“Y/N, get me next week’s issue so I show Mr. Mazzello a sneak peak,” she fakely smiled at you demanding you to get her the files. The desk wasn’t that far from the meeting table, so you could hear their conversation.

“Mrs. Cordelia, I’m flattered. But, I have a wife,” your husband spoke sophisticatedly.

“I don’t see your wife around,” Mrs. Cordelia seductively teased. This is when you sharply turned, you growled as you saw your boss’ hand riding up Joe’s thigh.

You then strutted to the meeting table, throwing the files onto the table you slapped her hand off of your property.

“How rude, Y/N! Hitting your own boss in front of her guest! Would you want me to fire you,” she shouted grasping her hand as though she was hurt.

“Why are you touching him, he has a wife!”

“Why do you care so much, huh? She’s not around! I bet she’ll love talking to me about her creative, sexy, and smart husband,” Mrs. Cordelia smirked standing up to reach your height.

“I don’t think she will,” you hissed crossing your arms so you wouldn’t throw a punch at her jaw.

“And why is that?” Your boss cackled as she stepped closer to you.

“Because,” you smirked evilly as you pushed her hair back gently. Your lips made their way up to her ear, the silence spoke louder than the both of you.

“You’re talking to the wife,” you whispered with venom laced around your words, and a smirk plastered Joe’s lips as he saw you dominate someone else who’s twice your size.

“Sit down, Cordelia,” you spat making her sit down. She wasn’t scared at all, which made your blood boil even more.

“Listen up, bitch. I get that my husband is creative, sexy, and smart. But, the last time I checked, I have the rock on my finger. You’re too fucking blind to notice my last name is Mazzello, and not Y/F/N,” you then moved to tower her fragile little body that you broke with just your eyes.

“Plus, you were touching MY property. Oh! I totally forgot! You have a husband right? What if I told you that you made a move on his ally, ruining his company and making ours strive higher.”

“Y/N, I can fire you. Well, you’re already fired for threatening your boss,” she smugly replied crossing her legs.

“That’s a threat to you? I feel sorry for your enemies, that’s a threat? Let me tell you a threat. Lay a finger on my man again, and trust me the only thing that’ll be going down that throat of yours is your last paycheck,” you growled as you felt a hand wrap around your waist.

“And, Cordelia. I talked with your bosses, as of now, I bought the whole company. Don’t you dare insult my wife, ever, you understand,” his voice now deep and dominant.

You couldn’t help but squeeze your legs together, your arousal to his voice created a knot in your whole body.

“Leave my office, and don’t think about your stuff. We’ll have someone send it for you, with your paycheck wrapped around a tiny dildo, maybe that’ll make you cum faster,” you barked as Joe’s grip grew tighter onto your waist.

“Behave, little girl,” your husband huskily growled in your ear as your former boss left the room in tears. She deserved it, after years of torture, you finally got your revenge.

“What if I don’t want to?”

“Then, I’ll have you over my lap with your perky ass up in the air for me. You’ll get spanked so hard that you won’t be able to walk into your new office that I just got for you, or wear that tight little skirt that you’re wearing right now,” he placed both of his hands on your waist and slapped your ass lightly.

You whined as you glanced up at him with your innocent eyes, you pecked his lips and fluttered your eyelashes.

“Take me home, and fuck me.”

“What’s the magic word, baby.”

“Please, Joe,” you whimpered as his breath fanned over your clothed neck.

“Your wish is my command, doll. But, you’re getting punished for being a bad girl,” he whispered in your ear as you made your way out of the office.

And that was when you couldn’t wait to go home.

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clevernewdimension · 7 years ago

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Exhaulted Part Seventeen

Parts: Prologue, One, Two, Three (M), Four, Five, Six (M), Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten, Eleven, Twelve, Thirteen, Fourteen, Fifteen, Sixteen, Seventeen, Eighteen (Coming Soon!)

Genre: Drama, Romance, Violence, etc.

Pairing: SehunxReaderxMinseok

Word Count: 6.1K

A/N: Been kind of hard to write lately with all that’s going on here in the US. So if it seems more rushed/lacking, I’m sorry. Just be kind to others a bit more lately. (Also added a reference to one of exosexo’s vines because they’re fucking GOLD.)

I stand there for a moment, my eyes wide as I remember what I just saw. I didn’t listen in on their conversation because I respect their privacy. I couldn’t help but feel my heart breaking. A lot more than I expected. Minseok told me Sehun loves me though… I know he wouldn’t play a cruel joke like that. I couldn’t help feeling bad about being upset, too, because they both looked really happy.

Sending me to get candy made total sense. How long has this been going on? Did anyone know but me? It’s not my business, truthfully, but I wanted answers. My hands started to shake, the pure intensity of my feelings lately and the stress of it all taking a toll.

I feel a tap on my shoulder, making me jump in terror. I let out a little scream before turning, seeing Yixing standing there.

“I’m so sorry,” He says, holding his hands up. He looked apologetic, a frown on his face. A folder in one of his, probably the paperwork he had to give to Minseok. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

At the sound of Yixing and my little scream, Sehun peeked his head out, “Everything ok,” He asks, glancing from Yixing to me. I nod, feeling my face heat up.

“Just… you know… thinking,” I mutter, handing him Minseok’s candy. “Just a lot of shit, you know? I-I should really tell Lina that I’m alright.”

Sehun gives me a curious look. He steps out, crossing his arms with a doubtful expression, “Are you sure you’re ok?”

“I’m fine just, you know, worried and I should really get to Lina and… um, food! Yeah, dinner! I should actually eat some dinner! Glad Minseok is fine and stuff,” I mutter quickly, waving a bit awkwardly before I turn on my heels.

Sehun’s eyes widen, the realization he just had was obvious. He reaches out, “Y/N-”

“Bye, I’m fine, see you later,” I say, quickly walking off as I get to the elevator. The doors open fast, thankfully, and I smash the close door button repeatedly as I hear footsteps follow me. “Come on,” I say, my heart beating fast. I see Sehun just as the doors close, starting its descent. I let out a sigh of relief, happy to know that this conversation wasn’t one I’d have to have right away.

I couldn’t stop the tears that came to my eyes as I was walking out the front door of the hospital. People passing by gave me looks of pity, probably thinking I lost someone. In a way, I suppose I had, but you can’t really lose something you never had. I tried to keep them from falling but to no avail. I put my candy in my back pocket, just walking off from the hospital. The sun was setting, soon the night would come and I’d be somewhere, alone and all by myself. I didn’t want to go back to Sehun’s tonight. I didn’t want to have to live through that conversation right now. I’ll figure it out later, as my feet carry me further. I get bumped into, sometimes getting awful looks, but I couldn’t care less at the moment. Just like they always do when I’m feeling too many feelings at once, my feet carry me. I end up by The Sugared Flower, where I decided to go in, ready to blow all my money on sweets. Sugar can mend a heart, right?

Standing there, talking with Cera was Lina. Cera was in her usual uniform, a bright pink apron over it. Lina was in a nice, black cocktail dress. Her hair up, probably having to go to another one of her family dinners. Cera sees me first, the smile on her face going to a frown. “Sweetie, what’s wrong?”

Lina turns, seeing me. She immediately walks over, taking me into a hug. It was comforting, so much so that the sobbing I’ve been holding back just came out. It’s just too much. Seeing my father yesterday, Daejung today, watching Minseok get hurt and then having my stupid fucking heart broken like that was just too much.

Lina gets me over to one of the cafe tables. I sit down, holding my face in my hands as I just continue crying. “I can’t do this Lin, God, I’m a fucking idiot!”

“Honey no,” Lina says, taking my hands in hers. “Tell me what’s wrong.”

“I can’t,” I mutter.

This throws Lina for a loop. Her eyes wide, “Why?”

“It’s not my secret to tell,” I say, nodding thanks as Cera places some tissues in front of me. I watch as she smiles before moving and flipping the sign on the door to closed. “The mountain of shit just keeps getting higher and higher. First all this fucking stalking and Daejung shit, then I find out that my father is fucking Song of all people, and now this!”

Cera gasps, but then awkwardly goes back behind the counter.

“And that secret I wasn't supposed to tell,” I say before I blow my nose, wiping the tears from my eyes. “I can’t… Seeing Minseok get beaten like that was awful. And then what happened, and all of that added onto the rest of this shit, and Daejung hit me-”

“I’m going to fucking kill him,” Lin growls as I clutch her hands as she gets angry.

“But that’s all just small shit! Distraction from him, from my dad! He left me for some bullshit reasons to fend for myself! So many nights I thought about him and hated him as I went hungry! Watching my mother die slowly I thoughts surely he’d have to see her, right? He did! It was just ME he didn’t really want.”

“Why didn’t you say anything to me,” Lin asks, looking in my eyes with heartbreak now as she shoves her anger to the side.

“Because more pity is what I want,” I say, laughing ironically. “But he went and saw her and he avoided me like I was a fucking plague! Guess I wasn’t good enough, huh?! Just some poor kid that’s more trouble than they're worth,” I say, tears falling from my eyes nonstop still. “Why did he leave me behind? Why am I not good enough for anyone, Lin?”

Lina scoffs at that question, “More like no one in this fucking town is good enough for you.” She touches my face, smiling sweetly at me, “You’re strong and brave, no one in this fucking world could have gone through what you have. You’re smart, in the top three in the best university in this hemisphere! And somehow, besides all that, you’re still so fucking kind and amazing somehow.” She sighs, “I’m sorry I can’t help, but I respect you a lot for holding the secret. You’ve got integrity, kid! But seriously, your father can go fuck himself! I don’t care if I’m saying that about the acting King!”

I see a large slab of fudge appear in front of me as I glance to Cera. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean-”

“Darling, I do not mind closing ten minutes early for a friend,” Cera says with a smile.

Lina rubs my shoulder, a frown on her face. “I wish I could help,” She says, her phone chiming as I start to pick off a piece of the fudge, tossing it into my mouth. She takes a glance, before giving me a look.

“What,” I ask, wiping away my tears before turning to blow my nose, trying to get my emotions in order.

“Sehun’s texting me,” She says, as I try to act normally after hearing that. “He’s worried about you. Said you left in a huge hurry and spoke really fast and incoherently.”

“Lin,” I say, trying to hide my face, “It’s been a really shit day. Well, the latter half, anyways… The first part was great.” I was trying to distract from it, not showing how the mention of him made me feel uncomfortable. After having a few moments to let it out, I can collect myself and just lock away things for now. “I’m sorry, you’ve probably been worried about me… my phone was dead.”

“Jongin let me know how you’ve been, and Jongdae before that, since he was there with you before Jongin,” She says with a smile, noticing how I was changing the subject, but let it happen anyway. Lina is very understanding and willing to let something go for a little while until someone is ready to talk about it. I eat a bit more of my fudge, listening to Lina, and later Cera, tell me how their days have been in attempts to distract me.

Lina pats me again, “Come on. I’ll take you back to Sehun’s-”

“I’d rather go to my apartment, so I’ll walk” I cut in, thanking Cera as I go to pay for the fudge.

She shoves me back, to the door, “Nope. You needed a pick me up, sweetie. Besides, all your friend buying you gifts from here has made my business boom!”

I smile at her, though it doesn’t quite reach my eyes, “I’m happy for that.”

I give Lina a huge hug, “don’t worry about me, ok? I’m just going to get something for dinner, watch some dumb movies and book my tattoo appointment that I’ve been meaning to get when my phone is charged enough.”

She hugs me back, the look on her face shows she’s not entirely convinced, “Listen, Sehun is worried about you, and I can tell for some reason you don’t want to speak with him, but he’s worried about you. Minseok is too, both of them blowing up my phone. So for tonight,” She says, pausing to tap me lightly on the nose. “I’ll tell them to give you space. But you’re going to have to see them. If you need company, I’m sure there’s someone who can be there.”

“I know, Lin, I’m fine-”

She gives me a fairly sharp look, “No. You’re not. I can see through the bullshit this time, Y/N. You’ve never broken down like that in front of me. Ever. And tomorrow, you and I are going to talk. You don’t have to say the secret, but I just want you to let it all out for once.”

I was stunned as she gives my cheek a kiss like she normally does when she’s worried about me. She smiles, “Go get the junkiest food ever tonight and watch just the trashiest, dumbest movies. Or go get laid or something, just something to help with the tension, ok?”

I couldn't help but laugh at the last bit of advice, given that I’ve already done that before the whole shitshow in the courtroom happened. I didn’t feel like doing that again, I’d rather just relax for a while and let my mind sort out some shit.

The walk was quick, and I even stepped into the tattoo place to book the appointment since it was on the way. I got a huge pile of fries and a double bacon cheeseburger with extra pickles, ready to go and watch whatever I could.

When I entered my apartment, the place was clean. Someone had a cleaner come over, and I looked around. A note on the bar in front of the kitchen, along with the photo album.

‘Fairly certain Minsu would have killed me if I knew you lived like this and did nothing. - J.S.’

Holding the card in my hands, I tap it to the counter. I could tell he feels guilty, about abandoning me. He feels guilty, knowing that he could have helped and that I would have kept the secret about who I am. It feels nice for him to be trying, though part of me wants to just roll my eyes. Gifts don’t really make things better. Emotional conversations and working on a relationship does.

Where I once only had a bean bag chair, now was a full living room. Coffee table, couch, reclining chair and the bean bag. The kitchen was stocked again as I open my fridge, food all in it. I go to my bedroom, seeing a new mattress and bed. I smile, nodding. This was going to make moving back here much easier. So maybe a new bed helps thing to get going after all. Helps my back, anyway.

The T.V. in my room was large, and when I turned it on it was 4K, with deluxe cable and even a subscription to a streaming service. I’ve only seen things like this in my friend’s places, so seeing it here was a bit of a mindfuck for a moment.

So, needless to say, I ate in my bed, watching stupid comedy movies without a care in the world. At eleven, there was a knock on my door. I figured Lina sent someone to come and check on me. I open the door, peeking out.

The door then bursts open, making me stumble as Chanyeol and Baekhyun shuffle in. Chanyeol holding a variety of thing, while Baekhyun held a big stuffed animal. It was the cutest otter, as he shoves it in my hands.

“Um,” I mutter, looking at them, “Why?”

“We’re the ‘Turn That Frown Upside Down Squad’,” Baekhyun says with a smile as Chanyeol sets the basket of things on the bar.

“T.T. FUDS!,” Chanyeol yells, loudly as he grins.

Baekhyun goes to the basket, “We got face masks, we have manicure things, we have ice cream-”

“Popcorn, candy, and games,” Chanyeol cuts in, grinning wildly as he pulls me into a hug.

“We’re here for all your happiness needs,” Baekhyun says, hugging me too. “We have everything,” He says, rather loudly in my ear, “Drinks for if you’re thirsty-”

“We can also help with the other kind of thirsty if you want,” Chanyeol says, winking as he pulled away. “Here with T.T. FUDS, we’re here to help you in any way we can!”

I stand there, looking at them both as they hold out their arms in a grand display. I couldn’t stop the laughter that bubbled out, starting to laugh hysterically. I rested against the bar, giggling so hard that I was crying. So, this is who Lina sends when someone is sad, hm?”

Through my giggling, they pull me into my room, as we sit there and finish the movie I was watching. It was nice. I sat there, watching a movie as they both got out the stuff for a manicure and a face mask. Baekhyun places a mask on me, putting one on himself too.

“What color you want,” Chanyeol asks, smiling and eating a few of my leftover fries.

“Purple,” I mutter, feeling kind of weird being pampered. They paint in silence for a bit, letting me relax and think.

Baekhyun got out the multitude of purples, making me pick one out. I picked the dark one and they both got to work. I sigh, laying back and looking at the ceiling. The memory of Sehun and Minseok kissing couldn’t leave my mind.

“Do you think you can love more than one person,” I ask, throwing caution to the wind. Might as well see what they had to say.

Baekhyun just smiles, a playful gleam in his eyes, “Y/N, we’re flattered, really-”

I hit him lightly with my other hand, making sure not to mess with the wet polish.

Chanyeol doesn’t even stop painting my toes for a second as if it was the most usual question someone has ever asked him. “Yes,” He says, smiling brightly.

“Do you love two people, Y/N,” Baekhyun asks, smirking. “Because you know if you do I’d love to know who has stolen your heart!”

“You don’t think it's weird,” I ask, thinking. Perhaps Sehun does love me, like Minseok says, but also likes Sehun too? “I’m not talking about me-”

“If you say so,” Baekhyun mutters, shaking his head.

“What’s with that? The ‘If you say so’ bullshit,” I ask as Baekhyun finishes my fingers.

Baekhyun and Chanyeol sharing a look. Chanyeol gestures to Baekhyun, who sighs. “It’s no secret that Sehun loves you, and it’s also no secret that Minseok is feeling the same for you,” Baekhyun says, nodding.

I sigh, hearing that, looking away.

“But we know… other things,” Chanyeol says. A glance from Baekhyun makes him turn back to painting the last two toes.

“You care for them both, very deeply,” Baekhyun says, “Now. Are you asking because you think one or both of them love someone else, or because you feel the same about them both?”

The night with Chanyeol and Baekhyun was nice, after the conversations. More junk food, bad movies and just overall a lot of laughs. They left after a bit, hugging me and telling me not to worry. I, finally, was alone with myself and my thoughts. I couldn’t sleep because of it. Anytime my eyes closed, I see Daejung, felt like I was in the courtroom and heard Minseok’s screams. I spent most of the night looking at pictures of my mom, just trying to keep my mind off of things.

I’ve never been good at that, honestly. When I feel overloaded I just overthink things. My mind is just a beehive that won’t stop going around and around in circles. My mind, while my greatest weapon, was also a curse a lot of the time. At least I’m not doing that and going hungry at the same time anymore.

At four in the morning, I couldn’t stand being alone with myself cooped up in my apartment anymore. I grabbed my keys and my phone, not bothering to put on any other clothes other than a bra and a hoodie. Slipping on shoes, I leave my home. At four in the morning, there was barely anyone out. A few people leaving for their home after a night out, some starting early preparations for work.

It was quiet as I walked down the street. In a way it was nice, being awake before the city woke up. Peaceful, even. Some people up getting ready for the morning rush, but overall there was really no one. Some food stalls and trucks selling food, mostly too drunk and exhausted party or club goers.

Soon enough, I found myself at the beach. I sit on a bench right before the sand starts and I just stare out at the water. People fishing already out and leaving for the sea. This time alone giving me time to think some more. My thoughts know nothing except circles and the constant spinning of them lately.

How do I feel about Minseok? He protects me, cares for me and is kind. He was so hurt when he thought he took advantage of me. The time I spent with him at his place was lovely, and I could honestly have felt like I could have stayed there forever. The way he reacted to when I was in the courtroom, too. He begged me to not be there, to leave and look away. I stood up to Daejung without any fear for him. Most importantly, I admire his want and need to help others. He just wants justice to be just.

But there’s a way Sehun understands me that no one else does or likely ever will. He let me see him at his most vulnerable, and I did the same. I know the truth that no one does, not yet, anyway. If the relationship between him and Minseok has been going on, that means he hasn’t even told him. When he said he wouldn’t tell anyone, I believe him. He trusts me deeply, and I trust him too. He’s been there when I needed someone. Sehun always protects me first, standing immediately and ready to do anything.

Being next to Sehun makes me feel like I’m not broken. That just because those things happened to me doesn’t make me worse or like I’m beneath anyone. Being next to Minseok makes me feel stronger. His belief in my strength showed when it mattered most.

Today was oddly cold, even as the sun started to peek out from the horizon. The sky turning brilliants purples, pinks and oranges. The city behind me started to wake up, the sounds of cars and traffic echoing all around.

As the sun fully comes above the sea, my feelings became clear. Baekhyun’s words made much more sense. I love them both. For different reasons, but over all, because they are both good and kind.

I don’t want to hurt them, though. I’m not worried about them hurting me in the slightest really. Pain is familiar. It hard, sure, but I'm used to it and can even sort of thrive in it like I’ve done for years. It’ll hurt and I’ll cry, but that’s just what happens. I know pain and moving on and forward past it. Despite it.

Happiness and love are what I don’t know. I know the love of family from my mother, but romantic love is something I thought didn’t really exist after Daejung. He never really loved me, and I don’t think I loved him either. I was just surprised that someone like him was taking an interest in me. I’ve been ignored for ages and, besides Lina, no man ever cared about me because I don’t offer power or money.

A lot of relationships here in the capital are not from love but about what they can gain. What can be gained from this union? Just a few months ago a CEO’s son married the daughter of the police captain. In return for taking his daughter away, he promised to cease all investigations into his company. He hated his daughter because she dared to have her own thoughts. Lina told me about it since her family went. Thankfully it seems like the daughter and the son are great friends, so it isn’t the worst thing to happen.

Marrying for love was mostly a notion for the lower classes. We don’t have anything to gain, really, from marriage. The only notable people who married for love were the Queen, Acting King Song, and, in the future, the princes. Everyone else sees it as a business deal, like centuries ago. Technology advances so far and yet people can be often stuck in the past.

My stomach lurches, growling loudly. The sun was up and the city was bustling with life now. I feel something touch my shoulder. I jump at the touch before whipping my head quickly to see what it was. I turn just in time to see Jongdae hopping over the back of the chair. I feel some else sit down at my right, and I turn to see Jongin.

Jongin frowns, touching my chin lightly, “You have a small bruise.”

I shrug, “Well, Daejung did slap the hell out of me.”

Jongdae hands me a paper bag, “Breakfast. We saw you sitting here after getting a bite ourselves and figured we’d see if you’re alright.”

I smile, “Thanks.” I quickly open the bag, getting the breakfast burrito out and starting to eat it quickly.

Jongdae laughs, “Someone was hungry!”

I just nod, eating more as I look out at the ocean again. “How did you know I was here,” I ask between bites.

“We didn-” Jongdae starts.

“Lina told us,” Jongin says, cutting his cousin off. Jongdae reaches back, lightly slapping the back of Jongin’s head. “What was that for?”

“For telling her that, idiot,” Jongdae yells, making me wince and over my ear. “Oh, sorry.”

“It’s fine. And I’m not mad, Lina knows me very well.”

“Good thing too, because you weren’t answering your phone,” Jongin says as I finish off the first burrito.

With my mouth still full, I say, “I probably should have taken it off of silent.”

Jongdae laughs, putting an arm around my shoulders, “Yes, that would help, you know! We’ve been trying to find you since five! Minseok needs proof of what Daejung did to you. He needs permission for your medical records and anything else.”

I bite my lips, pausing for a moment. “Alright.”

“He would have told you himself, but apparently he thought it was best to leave you be for a while,” Jongin says, picking off a bit of the tortilla and eating it. “I asked Sehun to come with me, since, you know, you and him kind of get one another, but he said no.”

“Strange,” Jongdae mutters, “Since, you know, normally he has no problem helping people with things like this.”

“ESPECIALLY since it’s you,” Jongin adds, as they both give me a look of curiosity.

“Perhaps he was helping Minseok at the hospital,” I say, eating the last of the breakfast they bought for me.

Jongin shakes his head, “Minseok went from the hospital straight back to the courthouse to start working. Junmyeon just pulled him away from his work so he can go shower. Have to get dressed to the nines so the announcement can be made and let the country know that Kim Minseok is now the royal lawyer. Or look as good as you can with a black eye, really.”

“I swear,” Jongdae says, shaking his head and rolling his eyes, “He’s determined to overwork himself to an early grave.”

I just smile a little, “Minseok is very serious about promises, you both know that. He promised Sehun and me something. He doesn’t back down from promises.” I stand stretching a bit, “Alright, let me go back and take a shower and get dressed really quickly.”

Jongdae pulls his keys out from his pocket, “Come on, I’ll give you a ride.”

The ride to my place was quick. I bid them goodbye before I got dressed as quick as possible. My usual shorts and shirt with no sleeves combo, with a hoodie on for comfort. Minseok complained a bit in a huge group text that the courthouse is ‘the coldest place on the planet, both physically and metaphorically’.

In the kitchen is a loose floorboard. I hid all the pictures and videos that Daejung took of himself hurting me and hid it there. If you didn’t know it was there, you would never have known. The black bag felt heavier than it was as I took it with me. I placed it in a backpack before heading to the courthouse. It was only about a fifteen-minute walk until I was there, opening the door. The receptionist there greeted me and said I was expected and that I could go right into the Royal Lawyer’s office.

Now, Minseok’s office.

With one hand on the knob, I take a deep break before knocking. A moment to collect myself before I heard his voice.

“Come in.”

I open the door, seeing Yixing there alongside Minseok and Junmyeon. Minseok was at the computer, working while the other two were taking everything of the previous Royal Lawyer’s things and placing them in boxes.

Minseok looks up from the top of his glasses. He smiles, at first, before the expression shifts. He looked uncomfortable for a moment. “Hello, Y.N.”

“Hi,” I say, before walking over and sitting on the chair in front of the desk. I slip the backpack off, taking the black bag out of it. I sign, placing in on the table in front of him.

Minseok grabs a clipboard, handing it to me. “This is to give us permission to have it and to say we didn’t take it from you. Also, the paper to give us access to your medical records is there, it’s the top one.”

I sign the paper, taking it and handing it to Minseok, who simply just slides it to Yixing. “Can you file this at the hospital for me when you leave? Tell them that it’s urgent, and I’d request it be sent to me as soon as it possibly can.”

Junmyeon tosses a picture of the Royal Lawyer in the box. It was him and Daejung’s family at a vineyard. The sound of glass crashing was loud and piercing. “Oops,” He mutters sarcastically, a smile on his face.

“Minseok, please decorate this place better than a wannabe villain lair,” Yixing says taking the paper and folding it neatly into thirds. “It’s so dark and gloomy…”

“Going to be a bit busy for a bit,” Minseok mutters, pushing his bangs out the way as he keeps typing.

I quickly finish the paperwork, setting the clipboard down. “There you go,” I say, biting my lip, “Um… yeah.”

Minseok slides to the left with his chair, looking at me. His hand takes the bag, before nodding. “Some people will have to see these. A jury, his lawyer, some other people. You’re fine with this, right? I want him in jail badly for what he did, but it has to be done the right way.”

I nod, “Yeah. I’m fine with that. Just… when it’s all done and it get’s locked up with other evidence, make sure I never have to see this bag again.”

Minseok smiles, “I swear, Y/N. Never again.” His eyes kind as he takes my hand, giving it small pats. I nod, knowing he’s a man of his word.

The door bursts open, revealing Jihae’s lawyer. His hair slicked back and an expensive suit on, the same one from yesterday.

“There is a thing called knocking,” Junmyeon says, giving him a glare. “Next time, I expect you remember. Royal Lawyers should be respected.” His tone of voice was harsh and cold, in a way I’ve never heard him speak before. His body tense as he glares at the man.

His eyes meet Junmyeon’s, the smile faltering for a second at the presence of the crown prince. Looking away, he takes a moment to collect himself. He then turns and smiles, placing a paper on Minseok’s desk. “My client agrees to turn on Daejung and the previous Royal Lawyer, Park Jungil. She also is willing to tell you every corrupt person she’s ever had contact with within the government, but she wants certain terms met.”

Minseok’s kind glances he’s been giving me turn to stone as he stands, taking the paper, “I suppose we couldn’t expect her to do anything out the kindness of her cold, black heart, hm? She’s willing to turn on them as well as other people she knows and has proof that has taken bribes and have blackmailed others,” He says, summarizing the paper. “I’ll bite. How many are we talking?”

“Over three hundred,” The lawyer says. Yixing lets out a small gasp, and I realize I did the same. That’s a large number of people. “And she’s willing to turn them all in for probation and… well… the special demand of outing Y/N as officially a princess.”

Minseok glares at him. Junmyeon stops what he’s doing, looking back at the lawyer. Yixing places a hand on my shoulder, shaking his head. “Forget that!”

“She won’t budge on it, trust me, I tried,” The lawyer mutters. He looked tired, stressed and like he’s wanted to rip out his hair arguing with her on this.

“I can’t just let her blackmail someone,” Minseok says, shaking his head.

I bite my lip before looking at Minseok, “Minnie, it’s three hundred people. It could lead to more! You want to get the traitors out, this is the best chance you have.”

He looks at me, “But you don’t want to be a princess.”

I nod. I don’t. I don’t want to have to be a certain way, prim and proper. A doll to be paraded and used for political gain. I was willing to, though, if it leads to cutting out a large portion of the rotten core of this country. I nod. “I can be one officially for a little while until the trial is over and then I can renounce the title,” I say, shaking my head. “You’re sacrificing so much to help me, it is the least I can do.”

Minseok looks at me, his eyes full of worry. He tries to keep a professional look about him, but he was struggling. “Are you sure,” He asks quietly. “You’re just giving her what she wants. She wants to ruin you and she knows that the best way to do that is to force you to be what you’re not.”

I nod, “Minseok… I can’t just sit here and live with myself if I knew there was something I could do to help the people like me who have suffered because of people like them and I didn’t.”

Junmyeon looks at me, “Royalty isn’t as cracked up as everyone thinks.”

“I know, but I have to do something, right?” I smile, patting Yixing’s hand that was on my shoulder lightly, “Besides, I have friends who will help me if I need it, who will make sure I don’t completely fall apart.”

Minseok sighs, setting the paperwork down. “Then I’m going to make this and anyone connected to its top priority. That way, you don’t have to suffer for very long.” He gives me a sad look, “That means your’s and Sehun’s cases will need to be put on hold unless they’re connected to all of this somehow.”

I nod, “Don’t worry about that. You worry about getting those assholes and making them fucking pay.”

A genuine laugh leaves his mouth, and for a moment I forget all of the weight that was going to be put on my shoulders. “Cursing isn’t princess like,” He jokes, a sad smile on his face. “Alright. Let’s get started, then.”

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Blank Space - Chapter 6

Part 5B.

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It’s 7 in the morning and no one should be still in their dream land or maybe catching some trains or buses. Or may be stopped by to a coffee shop to grab one cup before facing the upcoming hectic day. No one knows.

And the fashion department studio should be as empty as other classes in that campus. But particular girl already on her desk, back and forth pinning some fabric to a mannequin and sketching after lining up some material on the table. Though her focus is 100% on the half-naked statue next to her, she couldn’t help catching someone intrudes her bubble by the corner of her feline eyes.

He’s getting closer so she put more concentrate on cutting the piece of silk in her hand. And when he dragged a stool right across the desk, she’s still acting that no one occupied the room besides her.

His presence is already intimidating. And to make it worst, the entire gaze he shot on her is full of affection instead of curiosity. Or anger. Or anxiety.

“I don’t know you’re such an early bird.”

“You know nothing about me,” she deadpanned while leaving her eyes to empty air between them.

“I know you’re pretty. Nice and smart. Passionate on your work, I can tell.”

She seemed not having any intention to look at the speaker by shifting to her side, putting different color of silks on the mannequin’s shoulder.

“Oh, and you also got big guts. You know, kissing someone in daylight in a crowd you barely know is not easy.”

Her hand stopped right away in the air. By this time, the only choice left for her is to blast him her trademark annoyed glare.

“Finally. Is it that hard for you to look at me?”

It only took a pair of torn eyes to melt Gwiboon’s heart. His eyes were genuine, looked really sincere no matter how she tried to ignore that fact. It’s not that she hates that face. How can you hate that puffy cheeks and full lips? Oh, dear God, those sinful lips. When her eyes darted to that pair of flesh, perfect pink tint crept on Gwiboon’s cheek out of nowhere. What’s the matter with you, Kim Gwiboon?

“Isn’t your class started later? It’s not even 9!”

“Wow. And you know my time table too. Unbelievable.”

The shade over Gwiboon’s face is getting more obvious it’s not even pink anymore. And Jinki once again, mesmerized by the view of bashful girl in front of him. His grin splits his face into two.

“I happened to have a brother taking the same course with you, don’t be so cocky you’ll ruin my mood! I know most of his class started after 10.”

“So, you stalked me through your brother? Hmmm. Interesting, really interesting.”

Gwiboon half slammed her scissors onto the table and Jinki flinched on his seat, “I got lots of stuff to do. If you’re here just to joke around and mock me then the door’s over there.”

Jinki sighed rather loud, considering only two people in this huge studio, “Look. This is the first time we got to be alone after, you know, I ki—“

“I don’t want to talk about that!”

“But I want to. And I’m going to talk about that again and again. We kissed before. Twice. That’s a lot for people who are – wait, what’s your term, oh yeah – stranger. Are we not going to do something about that?”

“What do you want, really?”

She continues to pampering the mannequin, stitched it here and there just to keep her mind busy because she’s about to collapse listening to that soft voice.

“I don’t know. What do you want? I mean, I don’t know what about you, but I like you. A lot.”

He talked to Gwiboon’s back but his words stabbed her, passed her spine and directly engulfed her heart in slow motion. The latter couldn’t help but bit her lips for the sake not jumping in excitement like a sugar-rushed five year old kid.

“I like you too.”

Jinki is not expecting this one. He’s so ready to hear Gwiboon’s getting enrage and ranting, but her simple reply got him stunned in a second.

“Oh, wow. And now you’re muted. Whatever. You’ve got what you want, now can you not distracting me with your ridiculously warm crescent eyes?”

‘Did I just say he got warm eyes?’

“Did you just tell me that my eyes are warm and distracting? Am I dreaming or what?”

Gwiboon’s sulking on her own, stomping her feet while moving and trying so hard avoiding Jinki’s eyes. Most people would get boring easily if the opposite person they talked to is ignoring them. But Jinki, Jinki’s definitely not most people. He enjoyed his time there looking at working hard Gwiboon. She loved whatever she’s doing and that sends him lots of strange feeling. A good strange feeling.

He pulled out the little sketch book he always had on his pocket, snatching a pencil from Gwiboon’s desk and starts copying her side view on it. Every single hair strands, neckline, her jaw, all are drawn perfectly in such limited time. While he enjoying the sight before him to complete his quick doodles, his phone’s buzzing madly, ruining the tranquil air wrapped them.

“Yes, Jinki’s speaking! Oh, Mr. Kim! What can I help this time?”

Gwiboon tried so hard not to eavesdropping but the struggle is real when the only sounds ringing in the room is his clear voice.

“Really? That’s great! Really really great! Thanks for calling me in advance! I’m already at the university don’t worry, I’m heading to your office now.”

He’ll be gone soon. Why does this feel not right?

“No, it’s okay. I’ll see you in a moment. Thank you very much once again!”

When the conversation seemed finished, Gwiboon can hear Jinki’s huffing to the atmosphere and she sense disappointment out of him. Through the small mirror steady on her desk, she can see he shuffled on his seat and ready to leave.

“Gwiboon.”

“Hmm.”

“I need to go right now. But I’ll definitely back aft–– “

“This design needs to be delivered to the board at lunch.”

“Whatever. I’ll see you later! Good luck with the mannequin! I love the lace color.”

“It’s not lace. It’s embroidery.”

But Jinki’s already dashed outside the room when Gwiboon finished her words. And the room feels emptier than ever when not even his trace of perfume stayed there. She shrugged her shoulder and moved to the end of her desk to measure some ribbon. That’s about the time she found a paper alone near the corner.

‘You know what this girl needs? A smile on her face. Because the Kim Gwiboon I know is way much prettier when she smiles. Mind to let me know how the design goes? :)’

Under her flawless portrait on the paper, Jinki wrote his number. Seeing that, her soul had been taken away in between excitement and sorrow.

***

“They love it! Two of them are presented earlier on the next board meeting and they assigned me to fill the first walk and also the last.”

“Who is this?”

“You said you want to know how the design goes!”

He put down the cigarette and kept it back inside its box while his face turned into a blossoming rose, “Gwiboon?”

“Who do you expect?!”

“I just surprised, I thought you won’t calling me.”

“Me too.”

Long pause fill up the awkwardness between them, until Jinki tried to break it, “So it means you’ll stay in the studio until midnight again?”

“Guess so. I can only go to the studio on Wednesday and Friday. And Saturday morning. But lots of detail needs to be finished.”

“Why don’t you go there every day? Working two or three hours after the class won’t hold you to go back early, well, at least not until midnight,” Jinki being his original himself, trying to make everything more bearable with a better schedule.

“The other day I got a bis – never mind.”

“What?”

“It’s not only me on the studio! I don’t want people take a look at my design! It’s not finished yet! It looks like people caught me naked.”

“I’ve visited you yesterday, so that meant I saw you naked?”

“You pervert head hog!”

Long haul of laughter spread through the line, not only to Gwiboon’s ear, but also to her heart. It feels great. It feels like home.

“You are the one who said that. I just emphasize the possibility. No, I just made a confirmation. Not my fault.”

“Cut it off.”

“As you wish.”

“What are you doing?”

“Me? Smoking.”

“And cut that off too! It’s bad for you!”

“I’m not even had a chance to light it up! Your call was kind of interrupting.”

“That’s good. I’ll make sure to call you every two or three days to check on you. Just so you know, the nicotine stays in your lips.”

“How do you know? You’re not even smoking!”

“I can taste it the other time.”

Warmth fills up his hollow chest. He spent the entire week to work on his final project and help Taemin writing some lyrics to his performance. To sum it up, he’s exhausted as hell. But listening to the words leaving Gwiboon’s lips, he felt like he could climb another mountain right now.

“Oh are you sure? Want to double check it again?”

Jinki is not even next to her, but still, she got blushed all over her cheeks, “You and your pervert brain can spend entire years in hell!”

He cracks right away, “I’ll stop by every Wednesday and Friday then.”

“Nah, you got your own thing to finish. I’ll be fine.”

“Yeah, you’ll be fine and I won’t. You’ll never know how it feels to be a man coming home before dinner and knowing the woman he cares about still out there doing things for a living.”

Her throat strangled by invisible rope. Silence cut everything Gwiboon’s trying to say.

“So yeah, see you next Friday?”

“Oh,” she finally got her mind back in the system, “Well, whatever. Just don’t back up right away after you found it boring. I won’t entertain you at all, busy stuff.”

“How can I get bored with you, seriously?”

And since that weekend, after his studio’s finished, he brought his laptop and sketch book, dragged his feet to the farthest building at the university. He just sat there and continued clicking here and there, sometimes peeking over Gwiboon and just looking at her when his eyes got tired staring at the screen nonstop.

Sometimes Gwiboon already waiting with a packed dinner for him. Sometimes Jinki pushed the studio’s door a little bit late, with her favorite coffee set in hand.

Sometimes Jinki is too lazy to make a presentation layout and just enjoying Gwiboon’s side view. Sometimes Gwiboon not touching her works at all and just peeking on his screen or capturing his serious face with her Polaroid.

***

And with that, people start talking again. They talk when Gwiboon stopped by to architect’s department studio design both hand carried packed lunch. When she dropped one on Jinki’s desk and the other to his brother’s. They talk when Jinki’s board shoulders appeared so often in the fashion design department. When he casually ruffled Gwiboon’s hair after the class and they went together to Jinki’s basement.

Nobody needs another radio announcement or neon box advertising to notice they are seeing each other. Minho and Taemin don’t even bother to confirm, as well. But they are not Jonghyun.

“You doing well, lately?”

“Hmmm.”

It’s dinner time in their house and the second week of the month, Gwiboon’s home and Jonghyun found his chance to ask her about all those rumor he had been buzzed off.

“Your project is okay?”

“It’s great,” she shoved another pile of beef salad in her mouth, eyes keep staring to her phone.

“I’ve been heard some gossips.”

“It’s gossip. You know you shouldn’t listen to that crap.”

“Well, I won’t listen if that’s not about you.”

“It’s always about me, huh?” she put down her phone, eyes locked with her brother, “Which one do you trust? Those stupid people or me?”

“I trust my friends Gwiboon.”

“So you don’t believe me because I am apparently not one of your friend?”

“Jinki is my friend.”

“So? Did he tell you something?”

“He didn’t. That’s why I asked you.”

“Your logic is not pretty good sometimes.”

“It is pretty good when half of your classmate said that your sister and your friend making out here and there around the campus.”

She shot her head up and what she found makes her writhing silently. Jonghyun’s not angry. Jonghyun looks care.

“Are you going out with him?”

“Sometimes.”

“Are you dating him?”

“I don’t know.”

“That’s not the answer I want to hear, Gwiboon.”

“I really don’t know, Jong! We don’t define what is this happened between me and your friend!” Gwiboon finds it hard to just say Jinki’s name like that, “Not everyone smart enough or brave enough to call it something, you know!”

She’s tossing the fork on her hand to the plate, appetite gone in flash. Jonghyun didn’t tilt his head a bit, making Gwiboon more uncomfortable with the atmosphere.

“This is my friend, Gwiboon. You don’t just like people and hanging out with them without checking them whether you’re on the same page and then after you got bored you just left! I’ve told you since the beginning. Jinki’s my friend! He’s a nice guy!”

“And you think I don’t deserve nice guy? You think the best choice that I could have is random guy who treat me like a whore or someone who’s sexist enough to go to jail?! Am I that low in your eyes, Jong?”

When Jonghyun saw her all torn and sincere, he mentally burns himself in hell, “It’s not like that, Gwiboon.”

“It’s always been like that! Being judgmental and hating every single thing I’ve done! I don’t know where exactly my fault is. And I can’t even like a guy whose kind enough to bring me a cup of coffee in the middle of night without asking anything after that?”

“Kim Gwiboon, listen to me.”

“No, you listen to me, brother of mine. I am as afraid as you of losing him if something unwanted happened in the future between me and him. If you care enough all this time, I am not as cold as bitch that you pictured of me in your head. I have no one to run whenever all those gibberish that you called gossip is way too far and ridiculously make no sense to handle. But he’s there. Suddenly he’s there, doesn’t even care about all those craps and still give me the perfect genuine smile even when my own brother doubts me.”

“Gwiboon, it’s no—“

“It’s not like that? Is that what you want to say?”

“I told you to listen to me!” this time Jonghyun started to lose his temper and raised his voice, shut Gwiboon down right away, “Jinki is my friend. You know that. He is a person that I care a lot, as much as I care about you.”

Gwiboon looks she’s not ready with everything that he had in mind.

“Yes, Kim Gwiboon. All this feud and everything we had doesn’t stop me to care of you. Never in a million way, and because of that reason alone, have I known that this time is different than before. Different than all those bastard trying to hook up with you. And that’s the reason why I have no heart to let you ruin yourself.”

“I don’t see your point.”

“Jinki is going to graduate soon. And who the hell knows what would he did after that, he might go to the end of the world to do another volunteer work or being busy in his new office. He’s going to leave eventually. And I don’t want you to feel to be left behind again. Not after what I did to you.”

So Jonghyun has no idea about me leaving the university?

Gwiboon bite her lips, contemplating whether he should tell Jonghyun the truth or not.

“Jong,” the latter is surprised, it’s been so long since Gwiboon called him that way, “I don’t care he might leave next month, or next year, or maybe tomorrow. At this point I don’t even care if what’s going on between me and him right now is real. This is new for me, as you said before, yes, I admit that this is different than before.”

“Gwiboon, how many times should I tell you, I don’t care about you might hurt him, it’s the opposite that I am worried now. The fact that he might hurt you when he left.”

“If that what is your concern, I’ll make sure I’m the one who left him and not the other way.”

“Kim Gwiboon, this is not a game.”

No, it’s not, Jong. I am the one who’s going to leave him and might break his heart. I am the criminal.

“You know I don’t play game. Thank you for your concern, but I think I’m old enough to play safe and handle my feeling.”

Gwiboon wiped her mouth quickly and retreated to her room before Jonghyun stopped her for another argument. Before her tears spilled out the brim of her eyes.

I’m sorry, Jong. I didn’t mean to make you lose him when I did.

***

“Can you move a little bit?”

Jinki shifted closer to Gwiboon instead further away, forcing the latter gritted her teeth. He broke into huge laughter before peck her cheek and gave her the space she needed.

“What the heck?”

“I’m sorry, but your upset expression is my new Achilles heels now. I just can’t help myself about that.”

“You need to do something about that. I am begging you. Before all these girls broke into my locker and burn everything inside, ruined the whole project that I’m working on.”

“And you need to stop imagining something. It’s not gonna happened and it’s not healthy.”

She cocked her head to the side, Jinki grins like a five year old with sugar rush.

“Let me tell you something. I’ve been received dead animals on my studio’s desk. I got calls from unknown number threating to kill me every once in a week because apparently I am a bitch and they are fucking coward without balls and guts. But now, I have some important business to take care before the beginning of the next month. So. Can you not?”

“Not what?”

“Not doing exactly what could wake up their inner hyena to do all those stupid stuffs I just mentioned!”

“Like this?”

He closed the distance once again and rested his lips on her cupid bow ones, pushed back every argument hanging on the tip of her tongue.

“Love birds!! Get a room!!”

They parted and turned to the source of annoying voice just to fins Taemin beaming into wide smirk across the hall.

“Mind your own business, kiddo!”

Jinki shouted to his brother who rolled his eyes before he continued walking to the direction of the library.

“I am so done with you!”

“Really? That fast?”

He darted his eyes to down south and Gwiboon’s cheeks cannot hide the blushed anymore.

“Creepy old pervert! I’m leaving!”

Jinki cracks on the spot but not losing his chance to grab her wrist, stopping her for going somewhere else.

“Can you stay for another 15 minutes?”

“I have an appointment with my supplier and you said you need to fix the structure calculation before this weekend. And also..”

“Also?”

She sighs while slipped the straps of the bag on her shoulder, “Jonghyun might be here anytime. Just like Taemin.”

“So what?”

“He is your best friend!”

“And he’s your brother.”

“Who doesn’t even care that I’m exist.”

“Kim Gwiboon.”

“Lee Jinki.”

“Are you keep it secret from Jonghyun?”

“No, he already knew.”

“So?”

“I just don’t want to make everything more complicated. And awkward. I’m doing you a favor here.”

“Gwiboon, I don’t need your help. I’m okay.”

“But I’m not.”

Both of them are sinking into silence. And without asking, Gwiboon understands how disappointed Jinki at this second.

“Jinki, all my life has been a cold war. I know this is hard and too much to ask, but I hope you have a big heart on it. For once in my life, I want to forget everything and believe only on the reality that I want to acknowledge.”

“I understand. But if you just want to care about what you believe, why you bother to care about other’s opinion?”

“Because I care about you.”

He couldn’t believe what he just heard. When he shot his head up, the girl in front of him looks so vulnerable.

“I’ll see you on Friday. Good luck with the structure stuff.”

And she just walked away, not giving him a chance to hug her or even bid goodbye.

***

Two people lying on a dark indigo fluffy carpet while their head on the bed, or more like thick mattress, with their mind wander in their own track. Above them, a simple handmade pendant lamp is hanging on the open wooden structure ceiling. Sun’s seeping through the small window, making a great shadow on the wall beside which occupied by tall wooden cabinet where books and zombies figurines march neatly.

What makes Gwiboon loves to spend her time here is not only because of the slanted eyes boy is laying next to her, busy reading a quite thick book. The atmosphere inside this sanctuary soothing her mind, high ceiling released her stressed feeling inside her chest.

“You should put something green on that cabinet.”

“Hmmm.”

“Small succulent in colorful pot won’t hurt.”

“I have no time taking care of any plant.”

“Cactus only need water every one or two weeks, idiot.”

When her elbows stick onto his ribs, he could only flinch, but not planning to stop reading or whatsoever.

“Tell me three things I don’t know about you.”

This time, she got his attention. He put down the book on his stomach and turned his head to his right just to find Gwiboon staring right to the ceiling, fingers intertwined resting on her chest.

He chuckled then, discarded the book and rolled himself, supporting his head with one arm, the free one decided to play with Giwboon’s fringe, “What kind of thing?”

“Anything. Something secret. Something special that only you and your family know. Or even something you kept for yourself.”

“Hmmm. Let’s see,” Gwiboon leaned to her side so she’s currently facing Jinki, tint pink smudged on her cheek, “But in exchange you need to tell me three things about you.”

“Okay.”

“Promise?”

She smirked then lifted her head a bit so her pouty lips can land perfectly on Jinki’s full ones, “Promise.”

As if hypnotized by her action, he opened his secret drawer right away, “I’ve dyed my hair pink.”

For Gwiboon, even though Jinki’s well known in their circle, she still presume the latter is someone with reserve personality and far for her wild imagination.

“You would never pull it off. No way.”

“Yes way. But it only last for maybe around four months? Or five? I don’t remember,” he picked his phone and roamed to his gallery, “It’s about the same time when Taemin decided to turn his hair purple.”

“I bet you looked so sexy back then,” Gwiboon stretched her hand to brush Jinki’s hair which then the latter stopped her hand with his mischievous grin.

“Nothing beat you when it comes to being sexy.”

She rolled her eyes but failed to hide her blush, “Stop being cheesy! Now facts number two!’

Jinki could only laugh and messed up her front bangs again, a new habit he developed lately whenever the latter around, “When I was in Brazil, I wasn’t exactly live there for three months.”

“What do you mean?”

“I stayed in Argentina for a month and two other weeks in Chile.”

“Wow.”

“You do fascinated by that?”

“No, not even slightly. But the fact all of your fans out there assumed you’re volunteering slash surviving in the heart of Amazon forest for three whole months is indeed really fascinating.”

“Which fans? I’m not even famous in my department.”

“I’m actually at the point feeling confused whether you are too naïve or too cocky. Then can you explain why people were extremely happy when the rumor about you ditched me broke out?”

Gwiboon’s heart almost dropped to the ground when Jinki’s eyes torn a bit before kissed her nose in flash, “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. It’s their right to hate me. I am not that kind either to them,” she tried so hard to shrug his concern, “Now the last one.”

“This is embarrassing.”

“As long as it’s not you telling you’ve been stay behind the bars, I’m okay with that!”

“Sorry to disappoint you, but I am not that wild. It’s happened when I’m on 5th grade. I once cried when I got 2nd place in the class.”

And when the girl next to him burst into one massive laugh, he could only blast sheepish smile as his cheeks felt a lot warmer than it supposed to be.

“Now’s your turn.”

“Lee Jinki, the best model student ever, everyone!”

“Enough with me,” Jinki’s sulking and leaned back again to the carpet, hands folded in front of him like a five year old, “I told you that’s embarrassing. Taemin has been mocking me my whole life. You better not join force with him.”

“But that is so cute. I can imagine you, cheeks puffing, eyes almost gone, bawling secretly on your bed, face drenched with tears.”

“I wish I hadn’t told you that!”

“That means you’re human, baby,” she placed both her hands to his cheeks and turned his face to make those eyes level with hers, “I was a nerd, too. I have no friend besides Jonghyun and my books until middle school.”

“There’s no such thing in the world.”

“You can check it out. Ask Jonghyun. But probably he would say nothing and telling you that you’re wasting your time.”

“Let’s say it’s true, what else?”

“I’m closer to my grandmother than to my parents,” her throat suddenly felt a lot drier.

“I guess that happened to Jonghyun, too.”

“How do you know that?”

Jinki’s smile looks so sincere plastered on his glowing face, “Both of you are alike more than you realize. And choosing to stay in the dorm rather in your own house? That should at least speak something.”

“Seriously, you don’t stalk him behind my back, do you?”

“Don’t be jealous, baby,” he winked and got his forehead flicked by Gwiboon, “Is your life that boring? I need to hear something ridiculous.”

“I’m not a superstar like you. My life is full of hate and judgment.”

“Not stupid things like wet your pants? Stealing your parent’s money to buy new Barbie? Or got into fight with some other bitches?”

“I’m leaving soon, Jinki. And there’s no way whatever happened between us gonna last.”

Those words are already hanging at the tip of her tongue. However, when she’s looking at Jinki, those warm coffee color orbs shut her down, threaten her with the most horrible moment when finally their times together ruined.

“Fine. But promise me you won’t laugh at me?”

This time, Jinki’s the one who pecked her lips, “Promise.”

“I took my dog as my high school prom date.”

“Well, the story about an ugly duckling turned into swan is not a joke.”

She slapped his arm hard, “You promise not to laugh!”

“Am I looked like I’m laughing now?!” Gwiboon is pouting but she’s struggling not to laugh at the moment, “Is there no one to ask back then?”

“Minho and I broke up two weeks before prom. He got a new girl and I had no one. So I made a tuxedo for my dog and bring him to the party.”

“And that’s what we called secret. I always thought you are this popular chick everybody adores since you were young.”

“I told you I was a nerd, an outcast who suddenly decided to become a spoiler brat and selfish bitch. I think Minho is the only friend I keep until now.”

“You can keep me, though.”

“How can I keep everyone’s favorite just for myself?” Gwiboon turns her head ahead, staring back to the ceiling, “I’m done being selfish. I don’t think I can do that.”

“Being selfish is okay sometimes. You said we’re human, right?”

She closed her eyes when she caught by the corner of her eyes, Jinki fixed his eyes on her, “We are like a group of dysfunctional people,” she blurted out once he’s back to Jinki.

“I don’t think so,” he played with her hair again, leaned a bit and tuck it behind her ear and making Gwiboon’s almost choked with his sweet scent in such distance, “I’m about to finish my final project then started my master degree soon. And just so you know, this ding dong here is working rather fine lately.”

Jinki looked down and bashfully grinned making Gwiboon slapped him once again, “It’s not what I mean, pervert!!”

It’s hard not to be flustered by such a comment. Especially when she realized her heart beat faster whenever Jinki made that face, the ridiculously adorable dork, literally Jinki’s being himself.

“Most people get to know each other first. Then when they feel like it, they kissed. And probably make out. But we’re having it backwards. We kissed. Some unintentionally, some planned, well, we kiss a lot just to sum up. Then later on, here we are, peeling out ourselves layer by layer.”

“Well, we aren’t common people at the first place, just in case you forgot.”

She really could just sigh, “What are we, really?”

Jinki shifted uncomfortable before convinced himself this is what both of them wanted at this moment, “Two people enjoying each other presence and silently hoping time would just stop like this.”

Gwiboon sighed, maybe too loud, making Jinki frowns again, mind battling whether he said the wrong thing or not.

“You’re right. Maybe I just want to stay like this forever.”

“Staring at the ceiling?”

“Of course not, stupid,” She turned and caressed his cheek in a slow motion, “Feeling you breathing next to me just to make sure I am not alone.”

His hand wrapped hers and dragged it right onto his chest, “You will never be alone again as long as you let me be around you.”

Two or three months ago, Gwiboon might be bet all of her possession to hear Jinki said such things like this. But when he’s finally here, not only looking to her direction, but also give her the best smile she ever seen and hold her hand so tight, she actually wanted to mop her heart and curse the universe for playing with her feeling and time.

Mostly to the time for being such a tease.

“Promises are made to be broken.”

“Wanna bet?”

Before Gwiboon could retail some words in her mind, Jinki’s lips already pressed to hers. Slow and careful, delicate like a ballerina, they’re dancing with her soft flesh, step by step tickling her heart. She gave up under his touch and returned the favor, kissing him back. This time inside her head, fireworks do appear. But they explode together with dynamite, one to another.

They parted away when both of them lack of air, but apparently Jinki doesn’t give her time to rest her heart by sneaking his hand under her back, scooping her a little so their chests pressed tighter than before and his full lips back to claim her pouty ones.

“Jinx, what if this is just a dream?”

“Then I refused to wake up.”

“I mean it. What if, suddenly we were apart?”

“I’ve been there and it tortures every possible part of me. I won’t cross that path again, Gwiboon.”

“That’s not answering my question.”

“Are you seeing another man right now?”

“What? No!”

“Your parents set you into some arranged marriage?”

“Of course not!”

“Are you dying?”

“Jinki, you are nuts! I’m not sick!”

“Then everything can wait. But not this.”

His face is completely hovering hers now. And Gwiboon barely sane to compose anything in her mind.

***

The pain stings her head disturbed her sleep, force her to flex opened the feline eyes and move her damned limb. However, the view that greets her is way far from familiar. Outlining the sun ray seeped into the cold room with her barely functional eyes, she realized she’s not in her dorm. Or in her home.

“…”

The lump covered by the grey blanket on her left moving up and down in a sluggishly pace. She unwrapped herself extra carefully not to make sound more than 10 decibel. But the room is too poor lit when she left the mattress to find her blouse. So after 10 minutes of groping on the dark, she gave up and head to the wardrobe – the only thing she remembered where’s it located – and grabbed pair of boxer and random t-shirt.

Thank God her jeans are still visible enough to be discovered. Tiptoeing, she snatched her shoes, phone, and purse in one go before reaching the door, slowly pulled it and slipped herself in less than 30 cm opening, closed it really slowly in an attempt to not produce any noise that might wake up the owner of the house.

“Good morning, Princess,” her heart dropped to the ground and Taemin just raised his mug to salute her, successfully making her failed miserably to avoid the walk of shame parade, “Going somewhere?”

“Can you lower your voice?”

“Why do I need to tone down my voice in my own house? Do I look like a thief?”

“Ssstt! You might wake up everyone, you idiot!”

“The only one that hasn’t woken up is my brother behind that door. I already feed Eve and my mom already went to the market and back.”

“Your Mom’s home?!”

“Why wouldn’t she?” he laughs since he knew why she screamed and more because Gwiboon’s terrorized face is too funny, triggers him to mess with her even further, “I wonder what happened last night that makes both of you woke up so late. My brother didn’t throw a party inside his room, did he?”

“Lee Taemin..”

“Maybe horse riding? You know when someone sit on the top and move up and down, back and forth… “

Her face is now more crimson than ripe tomato.

“…on the track. But we don’t have horse so it’s impossible. Or midnight work out? Yeah, I guess so, my brother works out like crazy lately.”

The smile plastered on his face knocked her down without Taemin even tried so hard.

“Can you be adult for once and stop shouting?”

“Is this what you called shouting?”

“Cut it off before your Mom heard anything!”

“She’s busy cooking, she won’t hear shit even you’re moaning.”

He sent her a wink, built a nausea feeling on her tummy, “Thanks for the notes! I’m leaving!”

“Please, you know that the kitchen in our house is next to the front door right?”

Gwiboon stopped right away after only three steps.

“So when you’re on your way, don’t forget to say hi to my Mom.”

“Fuck.”

He finished his coffee and chuckles at her, “Why don’t you join us for brunch?”

What kind of idea is that? Sharing the dining table on Saturday morning with someone’s Mom that has no idea what happened behind her son’s door last night? And without taking shower? Make up?! Oh, hell no!

“No one’s care you already take a shower or not, this is Saturday morning, for God’s sake. But if you refuse to walk with me to the dining table, you can just go back to my brother’s room,” now he leaned on the wall, arms folded with his empty mug hangs at his finger, “And wait until my Mom kick that door to ask him for brunch and maybe you as well since you’re inside. How about that?”

“There’s no way your mother found me inside your brother’s room!”

“Why not? She knows you’re here anyway.”

“What?!”

“Taemin! Wake your brother and his girlfriend up! Get in here three of you before this chicken get cold! it’s not my style to serve frozen food to a guest in my house!”

Gwiboon looks like a stray puppy who waits for her death sentence when Taemin raised his brows as if he’s saying ‘I told you’.

“What should I do?!”

“Go back to that filthy room, drag my brother’s ass out, and have a really nice brunch with us. As easy as that. Besides…”

“Besides what?”

“Besides, my brother wouldn’t be pleased knowing you wandering around the city.. you know.., senza underwear.”

She covered her chest with her purse in instant and ran to the door at the end of hallway while cursing inside her head.

“I’ll see you both soon!”

She slammed the door behind her doesn’t even care whether it’s polite enough to do in other’s property.

“Why so loud in the morning?” lazy voice came from the far right of the room, Jinki sat on the mattress without anything covering his torso, bed hair all jolted here and there, try to collect all his soul, eyes squinted to Gwiboon’s direction, “Is that my t-shirt?”

***

Part 7.

HI PEOPLE I AM BACK! I am sorry for neglecting this series for a really really really long time God’s know how. This is unedited, so if there are so many mistake, I apologize. The grad school is taking all my energy. I’m supposed to work for museum research now but I just too tired to think about building design analysis. How are you peeps?! Any comment any question about this, just let me know! Hopefully, I’m going to be more often to update! Lots of love from Italy! Enjoy! XOXO

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