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Mastering the Art of Hairline Trimming with Pinking Shears
Trimming the hairline of a lace closure is an essential step in achieving a natural and seamless look. Whether youâre new to using lace closures or have been wearing them for a while, understanding the proper techniques for trimming the hairline is crucial. One effective tool that can aid in achieving a flawless finish is pinking shears. The hairline of a lace closure refers to the area whereâŠ
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#beauty#blended hairline#hair ventilating#hair ventilation#hairline#lace closure#pinking shears#scalloped#trim#wig hairline#wig making#wigs#zig zag
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thinking about orange juice
#costumes#self#ancient images I seem to have never posted.. or at least can't find them anywhere#I did post them on instagram but not on here apparently..#I never photoshop or alter my images to make my face look different or anything. the only editing I ever#do is just blurring the backgrounds or like upping the contrast or warmth or something. ASIDE from occasionally making my eyes#a different color to match a costume (cheaper than buying contacts lol) OR like in this picture#where in the actual costume photos I edited my hairline so that it matches the wig lol. in these it looks very funny that my#real very dark hair is just .... visible underneath lol#MAYBE elven culture wears wigs like hats and no efforts are made to blend it into the natural hair underneath#the same way that you wouldnt try to obscure or dye your hair roots the same color as your beanie#maybe THAT huh#(< is just too lazy to wear a wig properly)
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waiting for the day
#witch's heart spoilers#not technically but it still feels necessary#noel levine#ik this one probs won't make sense to people not in on my headcanons but#i wanted this to look better than it does but well you know#it feels more like i spammed diff layers rather than making it look good so its kind of incoherent#but yk a drawings a drawing#i like it conceptually at least#i think about this a lot#drawings#if you saw i forgor his eyebrows when i first posted this uh. no i didnt#in my defense i do think i drew them but when it comes to noel his eyebrows and hairline end up in the same place sometimes#and then they blend together#note about the image alt: because this post is not spoilers on its own unless you know patricia=noel#i called him patricia in the alt#i put t his in the blog intro but the rule is if the post is already spoilerly outside of patricia=noel stuff i call him child noel#if its not i call him patricia
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for a test, that aint bad. i will have to wait until s4s updates to test anything in game tho cuz ill have to update to open the game.
#simoleon#not sure how itll play with hairs#probably will eat the hairline#but thats the kinda thing id have to test to figure out how i wanna approach fixing it#but i also gotta work on the blend into forehead area#not as smooth as it could be i think#and also will probably have gaps in game cuz i didnt line up the vertices very efficiently
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if they're going to have him be in his fox form from time to time, i hope they drop a video of him doing the dance in it
#make the foxboy dance#on a side note that hairline blend...#boonboomger lb#boonboomger spoilers#super sentai lb#umbrella.thoughts#umbrella.posts
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That moment when you're cutting a wig the same color as your hair, and you're absolutely certain that you've tucked all your own hair away, but... the fear is always there...
#tip: have the new length be 1.5-2 feet shorter than the old length for added anxiety#bonus tip for nightmare difficulty: perform this styling while also sporting a blended hairline with the wig#withoutwords
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look at my manta ray necklace boy
#another day where its a miracle that i woke up and took my meds and brushed my teeth#i know i haven't blended the foundation at my hairline yet dont bother me.
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simon who can afford a better flat than the budget friendly flat he lives in but won't move. johnny doesn't understand. he wants to blame it on simon being the enigmatic, intentionally perplexing man he tends to be but he has a flat.
he doesn't have to. he's got no significant other, no kids (that he knows of, god only knows if simon's got a bairn somewhere. it makes him heated thinking about it. he's it's uncle, damn it.) why does he rent here when living in base is free?
the question answers itself when he's over one evening, empty beer bottles on the table, amber glass reflecting the warm glow of the lone lamp overhead. the television is on, volume turned down, blending with the other sounds of the nightâ the distant barking of dogs, the quiet hum of simon's fridge, the occasional car passing by outside.
the conversation had died down already, not like they don't spend almost every waking breath with each other at work and they'd been sitting in a comfortable silence when there was a sudden, sharp knock at simon's door.
it startles johnny, reaction instinctive as he reaches for his hip, hand curling around the grip of his holstered gun but simon seems relaxed. he pins him with a look and mutters, "s'alrigh'."
what does he mean it's alright? it's 'witchin' hour'' as his mam calls it, who could possible be at his door? he cranes his neck to look andâ
it's you, standing up here with a flour-dusted apron, small hands holding a warm pastry, the steam twisting and curling off of it. you're exude homely charm, soft face glowing from the corridor's light (or maybe it's at the sight of seeing simon, who knows?) he can smell it in the air, sweet, inviting.
what johnny finds interesting enough to send a quick text to kyle is how simon is looking at you. as if you're handing him more than just a custard tart, but also a little piece of heaven, a fragment of a dream he hopes to have one day.
"'m sorry, simon. i wasn't aware you had any company. i just really needed to stress bake or i would've gone off the deep end and end up in prison."
violent little bonnie. he can see the appeal.
simon cups his hands over yours (he definitely did it as an excuse to touch you) as he takes the treat. if you make food to unwind and give it to your neighbors, johnny oughta move in next door too. he'll never turn down free food.
"don't worry about it." johnny's eyebrows shoot to his hairline at the softness in his tone, bottle halfway to his lips.
clearly more than a passing fancy.
"i'll just uhm, if you're friend wants some tooâ" but simon gently interrupts you before he can ask for some of that sweet comfort too.
"he's not hungry."
cruel, cruel bastard. he'll remember this day, jot it down in his calendar. when he gets a girl of his own, he'll be sure to do the same.
johnny wonders if you've got a crick in your neck from looking up at simon as you speak hushed words, meant only for him. can he get at least a nibble of that tart?
you shoot johnny a shy ă
€smile before turning around and simon closes the door, turning back to the warming beers, golden tart in hand.
even the plate it's on is cute.
"ah can see the hearts in yer eyes, lt."
johnny can practically hear the air parting as simon's fist cuts through it, aimed at his head. he avoids it with practiced ease. "ooh, touchy. ah'll leave ye be if i get a bite o' tha'."
he doesn't gets not even a crumb because simon is selfish.
(simon moved here purposefully because he knows you live here and can't be at peace without knowing where you are at all times. there's a tag inside your favorite pair of shoes you left out in the hall once to dry after a hard downpour. the bakery you work at is down the street, if he looks out the south facing window, he can see you going in and leaving work. he likes to let himself in your home and smell your cushions. took one of your shirts too but at least made sure it wasn't one of your faves. he has to wash it every other day)
#it's cute but it's not#sorry! he's crazy!#simon ghost riley#simon ghost riley x reader#simon riley#simon ghost riley x you
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And now, an actual interaction I had with my dad this morning
Me: *Trying to make a berry smoothie in my new portable blender, holding it nearly upside down trying to get the frozen berries off of blades so it can actually blend*
Dad, in nothing but a silk kimono and underwear mind you: âWhat are you baking?â
Me: âNothing, I am trying to make a smoothie though.â
Dad: âOh, Whatâs that?â *pointing at the portable blender*
Me: âItâs one of those portable blenders. Iâm trying to make a berry smoothieâ
Dad: *Eyes wide with shock and slowly touching my arm* âWho are you, and what have you done with my daughter?? Thereâs actually fruit in there!â
#lmfaoooo#for context i literally NEVER eat any fruit or veggies so he legitimately probably thought iâd lost my marbles for a second there#also he wears the kimono as like a bath robe because he doesnât have an actual robe and he thinks itâs pretty#and to be fair it is#but thereâs just something about a 49 year old man with a receding hairline in a royal blue silk kimono with pretty pink flowers on it#that never ceases to amuse me#he also unironically looks pretty good in it actually#going back to the smoothie though he was legitimately impressed that i was actually eating/drinking something so healthy#and gave a helpful tip for how to get chia seeds to blend more easily#my body rn is probably like âwtf?? fiber?? inconceivable!â#the smoothie wasnât bad either#i donât think it was as finely blended as i wouldâve liked#but it was my first time using this particular blender#so thatâs to be somewhat expected#i probably also just need to adjust to drinking things that arenât super sweet and artificially flavored
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Mission Control 1
Warnings: non/dubcon, violence, stalking, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.
My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.
Character: Captain Hydra
Summary:Â a man marches into your life on a mission
As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. Iâm happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging â€ïž
That day, the bus is mostly empty. It's only you, an eldery couple, and the driver. The ebb and flow of traffic slows the wheels as the driver passes by vacant stops. You watch the pavement roll by between patches of grass.Â
The dulcet ride lures you into a calm even as your pre-work nerves buzz. You hug your bag in your lap as the driver stops and the doors open to let in another passenger. The axel squeals as the vehicular behemoth pulls away from the curb.Â
You continue to watch the city as the new rider strides between the seats. You sense their shadow loom closer and closer. You expect them to claim the empty seat across from yours. Instead, the sit right next to you. It's an odd choice given the few passengers aboard.Â
You fidget and make yourself smaller. You turn your head straight as you try to see the stranger from the edge of your vision. They're big. Broad enough that their arm presses to yours even as you try to shrink into yourself. Tall too, his knees against the row in front of you.Â
He sits rigidly beside you. Uneasy at his proximity, you fish into your side pocket and slide free your phone. You open it aimlessly, tapping habitually on the crossword app you play at work in the low times.Â
The solutions elude you as your mind can't detach from the man crowding you into the window. Why can't he sit anywhere else? You look around at the unclaimed seats. He stays as he is, stiff, straight, unmoving.Â
You close out of the came and lock your phone. You clasp your hand around the device as you hug your bag once more. Your other hand toys with the little pom pom that hangs from your zipper.Â
The bright bus signs pass by. You're stop is coming up. Now is the awkward part. Getting the man to let you out.Â
You pull the cord to signal your intent but he's already on his feet. You glance over and thank him softly, a brief glimpse at his face. A scar ripples from his hairline, through his temple and angles down his cheek to his jaw. His eyes are a bold blue and his nose finely cut despite the large blemish. Â
He stands back as you grab your bag and sidle out. You go to the doors. He follows.Â
Huh?Â
He grips the yellow bar behind you, his large hand gripping as if he might crush the metal. You stare at his knuckles and the bus jerks to a stop. You nearly fall off your feet. The man catches you by your hip with his free hand.Â
You set your feet and cough out another thanks. Embarrassed, you slap the doors and they open. You scurry off and the men once more trails after you. As you veer towards the mall, he waits until the bus takes off and crosses the street. With him, your suspicious leaves.Â
You're frazzled as you enter work. You don't know why. You just... are. Something about that man sticks with you. Even if he never said a word, it felt like he was trying to tell you something.Â
You clock in and try to shake it off. His face flashes in your mind. You can't place what seems so familiar about him. You would remember if you met him before. How could you forget?Â
You go to the counter as Layton talks with a customer about the new seasonal blends. The tea shop has its peak times, especially as winter approaches, but it's one o clock on a Tuesday and that's never very busy anywhere.Â
You greet the next customers. Two girls interested in the cold brew pots. You show them what you have and explain the store's points card. The buy a sampler and nothing else. Typical.Â
Layton finishes at four. The traffic picks up once he's gone. You don't mind as it keeps the time moving. It peters out as the dinnertime rush fills the food court. You can hear the crowd from around the corner.Â
You set to wiping down the counter and putting away the few stray canisters left out. As you turn back, you have to swallow down a shriek. You didn't hear the man over the mall's top hits playlist.Â
You hesitate as your eyes meet. It's him. The man from the bus. You blink and press your lips together.Â
"Hello, uh, how are you today?" You ask. Â
He just stares. No answer. No sign he even heard you.Â
He's in all black. Boots, jeans, cargo jacket. He stands like a soldier. You part your lips again, "are you looking for anything in particular? Today we have our apple crisp chai as the sample."Â
He still doesn't react. Not more than his eyes falling to the nervous twiddle of your fingers on the counter. Your scalp prickles and your nape burns. If he keeps this up, you'll have to phone security.Â
He raises his hand to reveal a familiar object. It's the fluffy pom pom from your bag. Your brows pop up, "oh? Thanks. It must have fallen off."Â
You reach for it and your mind races. As nice as it is to return the key chain, you can't help but wonder. How did he know where to find you?
As you grasp the soft ball, his other hand comes up and snares your wrist. Your squeak and try to pull back. You're stuck in his grip. Â
Your eyes round and flick up to meet his. His gaze bores into you and at last, his stony expression cracks. He smirks, the scar on the side of his face paling as the lines around his eyes deepen. He releases the keychain and grabs a fistful of your hair.Â
"Ow!" You squeal and yank again. Â
He rips your hair out at the roots and you exclaim again. Hets go of your arm and you hit the shelves behind you. He nods and spins on his heel, clutching the handful of your hair. Â
You whimper and rub your head as your scalp burns. Your eyes water and your lip trembles. You just gape at the door. What just happened?Â
#captain hydra#steve rogers#dark steve rogers#dark!steve rogers#steve rogers x reader#series#drabble#mission control#mcu#marvel#avengers#au
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Una Noche En MedellĂn | Javier Pena x f!Reader
summary: a long day playing pretend at a wedding leads to... exactly what you'd expect.
pairing: javier pena x f!reader
ratings/warnings: 18+, MDNI. javi smoking, mention of a fictional pregnancy, ONE motherfucking BED BABY! mention of previous p in v, fingering, brief f!oral. this is pretty tame, y'all. reader has hair.
wc: 2.4k
an: this is my entry for the summer lovin' challenge thought up by the wonderful @pedgito, @chaotic-mystery and @amanitacowboy <3 i can literally only apologise for this being so late. i scheduled it in the wee hours and got my dates SO wrong.
my brief was a wedding, javi, and the moodboard you can see in the header. this was so much fun, and my first time posting for our fav dea agent - i hope you enjoy!
divider from @saradika-graphics
The fabric of your dress clings uncomfortably to your skin, sweat glistening under the warm lights of the hotel as you step into the elevator. Hair damp at the nape of your neck, thighs chafing a little as you shift on aching feet, you turn from your tired reflection in the mirror back to the closing doors.Â
You watch, drowsy, as Javi presses the button to the tenth floor, one thick finger lighting up the numbers. The same hands that have been on you all evening, long into the night. Squeezing, holding, twirling. He stands with his back to you now, shoulders tense and squared. If you didnât know better, youâd think youâd pissed him off.
You slump a little against the mirror behind you as the elevator swoops and glides upwards, watching as he pinches the bridge of his nose.Â
Neither of you had thought itâd be easy. But neither had you thought it would be so exhausting.Â
Exhausting to remember the details of your cover, to explain that the reason you werenât drinking was because youâd recently discovered you were expecting your first child. Exhausting to navigate the knowing looks and slaps on the back, the hands on your non-existent bump, trying to make it look convincing. Following Javier around the room, his hand in yours; whispers pressed into the conch of your ear, your hairline - intel exchanged, wrapped in the pretence of humour and affection. Bodies pressed together in a way that should have been unprofessional, but not in a way that was unfamiliar.
The mission had been a success.Â
Under fairy lights and between bubbles of champagne, blanketed by the heady heat of MedellĂn, youâd wound your web. Dancing and talking, sharing cooing compliments with the other guests, letting people watch and believe as youâd kept each other close, the proximity of Javi coming so easy with the thump of bass and threat of danger. Recognising the faces taped and pinned to corkboards in the office, matching voices to crackled radio frequencies, red string to red crosses.
Never standing in one place for too long, never speaking English, never looking surprised, always looking so in love. Draped across his lap with one hand on your hip and the other splayed against the small of your back. Your face tucked into his neck as you relayed information against his jawbone. His kisses to your shoulder as he told you Steve and Carillo were already on their way to the targetsâ addresses. Not out of each otherâs sight for more than a minute.Â
It had been so easy it was almost laughable.
The cartelâs informant would be on his way to his hotel, and his impending arrest, now. The rest of the guests, the family and friends, would soon catch wind and begin to disappear, to turn on each other. And it would be like you and Javi were never there. Blending with the disco lights, melting into the shadows.Â
For now, all you need is some rest.
The elevator bell dings for the tenth floor, and you watch as the doors slide open with a quiet hum. Javi turns his face, barely, to make sure youâre still with him, hand twitching at his side as though he wishes to reach for yours.Â
Itâs hard to turn the performance off.Â
Instead, he runs a hand through his hair, wedding band glinting in the light, as he steps out into the hallway. You follow, reaching into your purse for the key card, watching the slump of his broad shoulders stride up the hall, the sweat-curled hair at the nape of his neck. Youâd been running your fingers through it twenty minutes ago, cooing something about wanting to take him to bed that had only been a half-lie. Heâs been warm and firm against you all night, always within reach. Thereâs not a scrap of your dress or an inch of your skin that doesnât smell like his aftershave. And youâre not too proud to admit how much that turns you on.
He leans against the doorframe with one arm when you reach your room, lips lifting in a smirk.
You pull a face at him as you swipe the key card and open the door.
âWhat?â
He shrugs as he watches you step into the darkness, waiting only a moment before following and flicking on the light.
âJust - didnât think you had it in you, cariño. Never thought you could dance like that.â
You scoff at him as he closes the door, leaning against the coolness of the wall to unclasp and take off your heels.
âSurprises are part of the job, Peña,â you grin, âDidnât think youâd be so good at pretending to enjoy a wedding reception.â
âIâve had practice.â He quips, unbuttoning another two of his shirt buttons, white linen against the gold of his skin, sweat gathered at the hollow of his throat. Something burns in your chest - wanton and willing.
He flips on another light as you throw your heels to the side, pausing in the mouth of the room before it opens to the sleeping quarters. You press a palm to his warm back, trying to urge him forwards before he speaks.
âYouâve gotta be kidding me.â
You step from behind him to stand at his side.
Illuminated, glowing in the bedside light before its backdrop of glimmering city lights, is a single, king-size bed; crisp white sheets neatly tucked beneath the mattress.
You bite your cheek, looking at Javi. His stormy brow, his clenched jaw.Â
âThis was supposed to be a suite.â You murmur.
You want to be angry. Want this to be the thing that ruins an otherwise successful day. But youâre so warm, so tired. You only want a shower and a place to sleep. And youâve had many worse places than this to do exactly that.Â
âWe could call the front desk,â Javi says, as a yawn pulls at your jaw, âSee if they can switch us to a room with two beds.â
You shake your head, and he glances at you, surprised.
âItâs late, and bad for our cover. We can share.â A small frown teases between his dark eyes. You raise an eyebrow at him. âWeâre fake married, remember?â
You step past him, smoothing the sheets with your hand. Cool. Soft. You could lie down now and die happy.
Thereâs the distinctive shnick-whoosh of a lighter behind you, and when you turn, Javiâs face is lit by the soft glow of a cigarette.
âHow could I forget,â he says, breathing out a rush of blue smoke, âWhen mi esposa has been the life of the party all evening.â
You purse your lips playfully.
âI thought you enjoyed being my husband, Alejandro.â
A sultry smile softens his features.
âSure, cariño.â
You wink at him as he brushes past you, linen against silk. He smells so good. Clean and masculine, something so Javi cutting through it that you can feel that burning move from your chest to pool between your legs.
He breezes through the curtains shrouding the balcony, and you turn into the bathroom, inspecting the array of toiletries, and the towels, fresh and white, waiting for you. You turn the shower on, setting the water to cool before reaching for the zip at the back of your dress. You twist fruitlessly for minutes, but the heat, the dampness of your skin makes the fabric hard to adjust, the zip impossible to catch. A well of frustration rises up your throat, and you clench your jaw.
Hands pressed against the porcelain of the sink, you look into your own eyes in the mirror. Tired, hot. Not too proud to ask for help.
Javi is stood on the balcony, forearms resting against the railing, smoke curling around his strong silhouette. He turns at the sound of the curtains moving behind you, and you smile as he leans back to watch you approach.
His appraising look is appreciative. Sexy.
You turn your back to him, to those eyes.
âUnzip me?â
You wait for what feels like an eternity. Rocking slightly where you stand, breath catching in your lungs. Every muscle in your body tightened in anticipation.
Goosebumps break out over the small of your back as his fingers trace the line of the zip, up, up to your shoulders. They skim the fabric there, catching your bare skin before settling at the slider. He pulls, slowly. So close you can feel his breath on your neck. Pulls it all the way down so that the dress falls loose at your chest, so it would take only the smallest movement for the garment to drop to the floor.Â
His palms slip beneath the silk, curving around your waist. On instinct, yours follow, catching and holding them in place as you sigh at the feeling of his nose tracing your neck. His thumbs stroke the contours of your back.
âQue linda, bebita.â He breathes, and you fight the moan surging up from your belly. You hum, leaning into him even as you whisper,
âI didnât say undress me.â
A short burst of air at your shoulder, a barely noticeable kiss against your hot skin to disguise his amusement.
âWasnât going to.â
Itâs your turn to huff a laugh.
âWe can be professional for a night.â
âWe can.â He murmurs, and the heat of his body behind yours is lost almost immediately. You sway a little, a smile on your lips as you step back towards the bathroom. You know Javi is watching.
He always is.
He told you. That night in BogotĂĄ, bodies pressed against, pressed into each other. Your legs wrapped around his waist, claw marks red-raw up his back as youâd moaned and cried for him. The wet squelch of your cunt as he worked you open, as he fucked you, as he crooned into your mouth how youâd been all heâd thought about since you stepped into the bullpen. So fucking smart, so capable, so sexy. How youâd been driving him crazy - lips crushed against your temple as you clenched around his cock.
That whole night, how good it had been, how heady. No one had ever made you come like that.
Youâd not called the next day, having slunk out of Javiâs room some time in the early hours of the next morning. Heâd never asked you why you hadnât stayed. Youâd never spoken of it again.
It was stress relief. Never anything more than two people blowing off steam. Never anything more than two people giving into an obvious attraction.
But that night doesnât seem so far away as you wash away the sweat and soap from your body, as you rinse the shampoo from your hair. Doesn't erase how you feel him watching, how close he feels, even separated by the door.
And though the shower is cool, your blood still runs hot. Pumping and burning with want in your veins, arousal so strong it makes you giddy as you wrap a towel around yourself, leaving the bathroom in a cloud of steam.
Javi is sat on the edge of the bed, naked save only for his boxers. The sight of him takes your breath away.
He's so broad, hard and soft in all the places he needs to be. And he's so pretty. Perfect little pouty mouth, deep, dangerous eyes. Thereâs no cigarette dangling from his lips, nothing in his hands as he clasps them between his spread knees. You think about sinking down between them, pressing your cheek against the bulge outlined below the smattering of hair at his navel.
You step towards him, and he watches with blown, hungry eyes.
You stop in front of him, still wrapped in the towel. He reads your mind like he always does. In the bullpen, the offices, the field. With a gun or a cigarette or a pen in his hand, Javier Peña knows what you need. He parts the towel, sliding his palms across your naked hips, holding you before him. You canât breathe, canât speak. Itâs too hot in the room, in your body. You can feel slick sliding against the tops of your thighs, spread right up to your clit. So wet it should be criminal.Â
Javi clicks his tongue, moving his hands so he can spread you open with his thumbs. He pouts at you, small tilt of his head.Â
âPobrecita.â
You'd roll your eyes if it were any less true, if he weren't swiping one thumb through your wetness, over your clit. You suck a breath in before moaning brokenly. He grins, wolfish, up at you.Â
âWhat were you thinking about in that shower, cariño?â
You smile down at him, eyes half-closed.Â
âYou.â
He hums, moving his thumb again. You shudder, knees giving a little. His hand at your hip tightens.Â
âGood girl.â He coos.Â
Your hand flies to his shoulder with a garbled cry as he presses tighter, moving the digit faster. He knows how to work you, knew before he'd even touched you. You're on fire, pussy tightening as your hand travels up his neck, before tangling with the curls at his nape.
That's it.
You can hear how wet you are. The only sounds in the room are the buzz of the city below, your fast breathing, and the movement of Javiâs fingers. Heâs building you up to it, astoundingly fast. The sight of him, sat on the edge of the bed, spellbound by what heâs doing to you, the noises youâre making, the sight of you bared to him. Makes you want to touch him, too.
Does that feel good, bebita?
So good, Javi.
But just as it seems so close, as you can feel yourself start to clench and pulse and twitch, he slows. Slows the rhythm of his thumb right down to deep, languid circles, keeping you right on the edge as he loosens the towel and lets it drop to the floor, as he leans forward to reverently press his forehead to your belly. He breathes in deeply, and you flex your hips towards him. He nips at your skin, and you whine as he laughs.
âI think about it,â he breathes, voice deep and thick, nuzzling into the crease of your thigh, âThat night in BogotĂĄ. Tell me you think about it, too.â
You hiccup, nodding. Fisting his short hair.
âAll the time,â you gasp, âAll the time, Javi.â
He groans, moving to lick a hot, wet stripe through your folds, right up to your clit. Itâs like fire, electricity. Your body jolts against him, every nerve ending bending towards him, flinching into this sweet torture.
His lips are shining with your arousal when he pulls away to look you in your eyes.
âLet me have it. One more night, in MedellĂn. Let me have you.â
#summerlovin24#javier pena#javier pena x reader#javier pena x you#javier pena smut#javier pena fanfiction#pedro pascal#pedro pascal fanfic
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my favourite ex
synopsis: when minjeong dumped you over a year ago, nobody thought that youâd still be chasing after her: your favourite ex.
w/c: roughly 9.5k+
warnings: swearing, making out. winterâs a bit of an ass. law terminology when i actually know nothing about it and university as a whole (this hurt my fucking brain cause i went to uni for a week then dropped out). some angst here and there. (is it even a helios fanfic without a tinge of angst???)
a/n: merry christmas again - first detailed make out scene, lmao :)
â§ïœ„ïŸ: *â§ïœ„ïŸ:*
the class was buzzing when you rolled in, skateboard strapped to your back, oversized âi love my exâ shirt proudly displayed for the world â or rather, for one person in particular, to see. you could feel the weight of the stares, the judgmental whispers blending with poorly concealed laughter, but it didnât bother you.
at least, thatâs what you told yourself.
âmate, you have got to be fucking kidding me,â ryujin said the moment she spotted you, her eyebrows shooting up so high they practically disappeared into her hairline. she nudged yeji, who turned around from her seat and immediately burst into laughter.
âyouâre actually wearing that?â yeji cackled, pointing at your shirt as if it wasnât blatantly obvious what it said. ây/n, come on. youâve got to stop giving her free real estate in your head.â
âsheâs not in my head,â you argued, dropping your bag on the floor with a thud. âsheâs in my heart.â
âjesus christ,â ryujin groaned, burying her face in her hands like she couldnât bear to look at you anymore. âyouâre so down bad itâs embarrassing, just gets worse everyday.â
beomgyu leaned back in his chair, grinning from ear to ear as he tilted his head to study your shirt. âhonestly, respect. this level of delusion? itâs kind of iconic.â
âthanks gyu,â you plopped down on the seat next to him with a smile.
âno, i mean it,â he said, gesturing wildly with his hands. âlike, who does this? who actually wears an âi love my exâ shirt to a class they share with their ex?â
âme,â you said, grinning to yourself. âbecause iâm not a coward.â
yeji snorted. âno, youâre just stupid.â
you ignored her, your eyes flickering to the other side of the room. there she was, in all her glory: kim minjeong, your ex-girlfriend, sitting with her clique like a queen holding court. yizhuo was whispering something to her, and whatever it was made her smirk â the type that used to make your knees weak.
that felt like a lifetime ago.
she looked flawless, of course. she always did. her hair was tied back in a loose ponytail, a few strands falling perfectly into place and she was dressed like sheâd walked straight out of a magazine; simple yet effortlessly elegant.
even the way she was sitting, legs crossed and her arm draped casually over the back of her chair, made it impossible to look away.
you werenât the only one staring. everyone in the room was drawn to her in some way, whether they wanted to admit it or not.
she was one of the richest girls at yonsei, part of the infamous clique of untouchables: minjeong, jimin, yizhuo and aeri. together, they were a force of nature, the kind of people who ruled the social hierarchy without even trying.
and yet, once upon a time, minjeong had been yours. your gaze lingered on her, memories flooding in uninvited. the late-night study sessions where sheâd tutored you in the basics of tort law, her patience wearing thin every time you made a dumb joke to avoid answering a question.
the rare moments when her cold exterior would crack and sheâd laugh; a soft, genuine sound that made your chest ache with something you didnât understand back then.
the way she used to look at you, like you were the most infuriating person in the world but also someone she couldnât quite let go of.
âdonât even think about it,â yeji warned, snapping her fingers in front of your face. âdo not embarrass yourself any further, y/n.â
âwhat do you mean?â you asked, tearing your eyes away from the love of your life.
âyouâre literally about to get up and try to sit with her,â she deadpanned.
âi was not!â you protested, even though the thought had definitely crossed your mind.
âoh, for sure you were,â ryujin whined, rolling her eyes. âyouâre like a moth to a flame. except the flame is your rich, hot ex who dumped you in the middle of the busiest hallway on campus. remember that?â
as if you could forget.
the image was burned into your brain â the way sheâd stood there, her voice calm and detached as she said: âiâm bored of you, y/n.â
the flood of emotions when people had stopped to watch, their whispers growing louder with each passing second. the way your chest had caved in, like all the air had been sucked out of the room.
but youâd smiled through it. laughed, even. told her it was fine, that you understood. because you did. you understood minjeong better than anyone else, knew that her coldness was just a shield she used to keep people at armâs length.
sheâd come around eventually, you were sure of it. you just had to wait.
âoh my god, youâre still thinking about her, arenât you?â yeji groaned. ây/n, move on. sheâs not worth it.â
âsheâs absolutely worth it,â you said, crossing your arms over your chest.
âno, sheâs not,â ryujin said firmly. âsheâs cold, distant, and ââ
âhot,â beomgyu interjected.
ââ and way out of your league,â ryujin finished, ignoring him.
âi donât care,â you muttered, glancing back at minjeong. she caught your eye for a brief moment, her expression unreadable, before she turned away.
your chest ached.
god, you missed her so much it hurt.
âyouâre hopeless,â yeji muttered, shaking her head.
you sighed, leaning back in your chair as professor cho walked in and started the lecture. you tried to focus, really, you did, but every time you glanced in minjeongâs direction, you were reminded of everything youâd lost â and everything you were still desperately hoping to get back.
the class was dead silent, except for professor choâs monotone voice droning on about the intricacies of criminal law. your head was propped up on your hand, and you let out a long, slow yawn that you didnât even bother to stifle.
unfortunately, it didnât go unnoticed.
âmiss l/n,â she snapped, her voice sharp and disapproving. âif my lecture is so boring, perhaps youâd like to teach the class yourself?â
you blinked, caught off guard. âi wasnât saying it was boring.â
âno, you were implying it,â she shot back, folding her arms. âdo you have anything to add to the discussion, or are you content to waste everyoneâs time?â
the entire room was watching now and you could feel the weight of their eyes on you. you glanced at minjeong, who was sitting with her arms crossed. she didnât even bother to look at you.
one thing you hated was the judgment, the way your chest tightened uncomfortably under the pressure.
âi didnât mean to waste anyoneâs time,â you defended, trying to keep your voice steady. âi just yawned. itâs not a crime.â
âitâs disrespectful,â she retorted. âand given your current academic performance, iâd suggest you take this class more seriously.â
that hit a nerve. âoh, so now weâre making it personal?â you asked, your voice rising.
ây/n,â ryujin hissed from the corner of the room, but you ignored her.
âyou know what?â you said, standing up and grabbing your bag. âi donât need this. i donât need to sit here and listen to someone power trip on their authority.â
âthen leave,â she finished coldly. âand donât come back until youâre ready to behave like an adult.â
âgladly,â you muttered, storming out of the room.
once you were outside, you fumbled with your bag until you found your pack of cigarettes. your hands were trembling as you lit one, the first drag filling your lungs and easing the knot in your chest. you leaned against the wall, closing your eyes as the nicotine worked its magic.
but even with the cigarette in hand, your thoughts drifted back to her. minjeong. her stupid smile, the way her eyes used to soften when she thought no one was looking. you thought about the way sheâd laughed at your terrible jokes during those late-night study sessions, her walls crumbling just enough to let you in.
and then you thought about the way sheâd torn it all apart. how sheâd stood there in the middle of that hallway, looking at you like you were nothing and said she was bored.
the memory made your stomach churn. you felt sick, anxious, like you were coming apart at the seams.
âyouâve got to let her go,â you mumbled to yourself, flicking ash onto the ground. âsheâs not coming back.â
the words felt hollow. youâd been telling yourself the same thing for months, and yet here you were â still wearing an âi love my exâ shirt like a complete idiot, still hoping sheâd see you and change her mind.
you finished your cigarette, hanging around campus before heading to your administrative law class, your mood dark and heavy. when you walked in, yeji waved you over, patting the seat next to her. you slumped into the chair without a word, ignoring her concerned look.
âyou alright?â she asked quietly.
âfine,â you mumbled.
out of curiosity, you glanced over your shoulder and immediately regretted it. minjeong was already sitting a row behind you with aeri, her face calm and composed as always. she didnât even glance your way, but you could feel her presence like a weight pressing down on your chest.
yeji leaned over, her voice low. âokay, but seriously, whatâs up with the shirt? youâre not helping yourself.â
you shrugged. âthought itâd be funny.â
âitâs not,â she said bluntly. âitâs sad.â
you didnât have the energy to argue. instead, you focused on the desk in front of you, your fingers tracing invisible patterns on the surface. you hadnât even realised you were trembling until yeji put a hand on your arm.
âhey,â she said softly. âare you okay?â
âiâm failing,â you said, your voice barely above a whisper. âfailing everything. maybe i should just drop out. leave this place and start over somewhere else.â
she frowned. âdonât say that.â
âwhy not?â you asked, meeting her eyes. âwhatâs the point? iâm not cut out for this. iâm just wasting everyoneâs time â professors, my parents, even yours.â
âthatâs not true,â she said firmly. âyouâre not wasting my time and youâre definitely not a waste.â
you didnât respond, staring down at your trembling hands.
âlisten,â she continued, her tone softer. âi know itâs a lot. but dropping out isnât the answer. you just need to take a step back, breathe and figure out what you want.â
âi donât even know what i want anymore,â you admitted.
from behind you, you felt a pair of eyes on you. minjeongâs. though you didnât dare turn around, you could feel her frown, her sharp gaze lingering on your hands.
âjustâŠthink about it,â she added, giving your arm a reassuring squeeze. âyouâve gotten this far.â
by some miracle â or maybe out of sheer spite, you managed to pull yourself together for the rest of the lecture. instead of zoning out or whispering to yeji, you actually listened. surprisingly, the material clicked this time.
professor diaz, as sharp as ever, began throwing out questions to the class and to everyoneâs surprise â including your own â you knew the answers.
âmiss l/n,â he called, clearly sceptical after he heard of your earlier outburst. âprocedural fairness â tell me, what are its main components?â
you hesitated for a moment, glancing at yeji, who gave you a small, encouraging nod. âuh, well, the two main components are the right to a fair hearing and the rule against bias.â
the professor raised an eyebrow, clearly not expecting you to be correct. âand? tell us more about it.â
âthe right to a fair hearing means that anyone affected by a decision should have an opportunity to present their case,â you answered, hesitation still audible in your voice. âthe latter will ensure that decision-makers remain impartial and free from any conflicts of interest.â
he paused, then gave a small nod of approval. ânot bad, miss l/n. maybe thereâs some hope for you after all.â
you felt a flicker of pride at his words, though it was quickly replaced by embarrassment as yeji smirked and whispered, âlook at you, being a functional member of society.â
after class ended, you gathered your things and followed her out, ignoring the glances from your classmates. as the two of you walked toward your usual hangout spot, you spotted ryujin and beomgyu already waiting on the stairs that led down to the fountain.
the fountain, of course, was near the gazebo where minjeong and her clique always sat â and judged.
âfinally!â ryujin called out as you and yeji approached. âthought you two got lost or something.â
ây/n was busy impressing the professor,â yeji teased, nudging you. âshe actually answered questions. correctly, even.â
âwhoa,â beomgyu said, putting a hand to his chest like he was in shock. âis this the same y/n we know, or did someone replace her?â
âha ha,â you said dryly, dropping your bag on the stairs. âyouâre hilarious.â
âsheâs just trying to make up for the shirt,â ryujin said, nodding toward your chest.
beomgyu squinted at the bold i love my ex print and groaned. âoh, for the love of â y/n, take it off.â
âyou take it off,â you shot back, smirking.
âdonât tempt me,â he said, rummaging through his bag. after a moment, he pulled out a plain white t-shirt and tossed it at you. âhere; you put this on before you embarrass yourself any further.â
you stared at the shirt for a moment, then sighed. âfine,â you pulled it over your head without argument, covering up the text that seemed to offend everyone.
âthere,â he nodded in approval. ânow you look like a normal human being.â
meanwhile, at the gazebo, minjeong had been watching the entire exchange. she frowned when she saw you cover up the shirt, though she didnât know why it bothered her.
aeri, however, noticed immediately.
âjealous much?â aeri teased, smirking as she leaned back against the gazebo railing. âwhat, you miss being the one sheâs obsessed with?â
âdonât be ridiculous,â minjeongâs tone was cool and dismissive. âi donât care what she wears.â
âsure you donât,â yizhuo chimed in, grinning. âyouâve been staring at her for the past five minutes.â
she rolled her eyes, pretending to focus on her phone. âyouâre imagining things.â
âuh-huh,â aeri said, exchanging a knowing look with yizhuo.
she ignored them, though her eyes flickered back to you just in time to see you grab your skateboard. you and beomgyu were at it again, attempting flips and tricks on the stairs while yeji and ryujin sat nearby, shaking their heads.
âsheâs going to hurt herself,â minjeong muttered, though no one seemed to hear her.
and then, as if on cue, it happened. you misjudged your footing on a landing, and the skateboard flew out from under you. you went down hard, hitting the edge of the stairs with a sickening thud.
âshit,â ryujin said, scrambling to her feet as yeji gasped.
from where she sat, minjeongâs heart skipped a beat. before she realised what she was doing, she was already standing up, her eyes locked on your crumpled form at the bottom of the stairs.
ârelax,â jimin mumbled, crossing her arms. âyour ex can handle it. and dumped her, remember? donât act like you care now.â
but she didnât respond. she couldnât take her eyes off you, her mind racing with worry even as she tried to convince herself that it wasnât her problem anymore.
âjesus christ, y/n,â beomgyu muttered as he crouched down beside you, pulling his bag off his back and rummaging through it with the urgency of a paramedic. âyouâve really outdone yourself this time. does it hurt? of course it hurts. what a stupid question.â
âitâs fine,â you said through gritted teeth, clutching your ribs as you tried to sit up. the sharp sting that shot through your side made you wince and you slumped back down against the cold stone of the stairs.
âyeah, fine. sure,â he said sarcastically. âyou only fell from, what, three metres? youâre totally fine.â
âshut up, gyu,â you snapped, glaring at him.
âoh, donât worry,â he said, pulling a freezing cold gatorade bottle out of his bag. âiâm about to help you,â without any warning, he pressed the icy bottle directly against your ribs.
you let out a shriek, the pain sharp and immediate. âwhat the fuck, beomgyu?!â
âwhat?â he asked innocently, holding the bottle in place. âitâs cold therapy. helps with the swelling.â
âitâs called torture!â you yelled, trying to shove his hand away.
âstop being dramatic,â he said, but he moved the bottle, finally giving you a moment to breathe.
ryujin crouched next to you, her hands on her hips as she stared at you like a disappointed parent. âyouâre a fucking idiot, you know that?â
âit wasnât that bad of a fall,â you muttered, avoiding her gaze.
âyouâve got to stop pulling stunts like this,â she said, shaking her head. âyour bones can only take so much abuse before they just give up.â
âand then what?â yeji interjected, crossing her arms as she stared down at you. âyouâll end up in the hospital and weâll have to explain to the doctors that youâre failing uni because you spend all your time skating and crying over your ex.â
at the mention of her, your stomach twisted. âdonât bring her into this,â you muttered, staring at the ground.
âoh, weâre bringing her into this,â yeji said, crouching down to your level. âbecause, letâs be honest, half the reason youâre acting like an idiot lately is because of minjeong.â
âshut up,â you mumbled, squeezing your eyes shut.
âsheâs right, though,â ryujin added, her tone softer this time. âyouâve been in your head about her since the breakup. itâs messing you up.â
âitâs not about her,â you lied, though the lump in your throat betrayed you. you hated that they were right. hated that even now, with pain radiating through your ribs, your thoughts still drifted to her.
you hated minjeong. or at least, you wanted to. you hated the way she made everything look so easy and you hated the way she walked around like she owned the world, like nothing and no one could touch her.
most of all, you hated the way she looked at you. because even now, even after everything, you swore there was something in her eyes that told you she still cared.
and that, more than anything, made you feel sick.
ây/n?â ryujinâs voice cut through your thoughts, bringing you back to the present. she was staring at you, her brow furrowed in concern. âare you crying?â
âwhat? no,â you said quickly, wiping at your face. but the tears were there, hot and unwelcome.
âyou are,â yeji pointed, her tone softening. ây/n, whatâs wrong? is it your ribs?â
âno,â you said, shaking your head. âitâsâŠitâs just ââ your voice cracked, and you groaned, burying your face in your hands. âstupid fucking bitch, why does she have to look so pretty all the time?â
âwho?â beomgyu asked, confused.
âminjeong,â yeji said quietly, her expression softening. âsheâs talking about minjeong.â
of course you were. even now, when you should have been focusing on your physical pain, she was the only thing on your mind.
âalright, donât fucking piss me off,â ryujin groaned abruptly, standing up and brushing off her jeans. âweâre skipping the rest of the day.â
âwhat?â yeji asked, glancing between you and ryujin. âyou serious?â
âdead serious,â ryujin answered. âweâre taking her to joeâs juice joint, and weâre drinking her heart out until she forgets minjeong ever existed.â
ânow thatâs a plan,â beomgyu said, grinning. âiâm in.â
âguys, iâm fine,â you protested weakly, but ryujin wasnât having it.
ânope,â she said, grabbing your arm and hauling you to your feet. âyouâre coming, no arguments. consider this an intervention.â
reluctantly, you let them guide you down the stairs. every step sent a fresh wave of pain through your ribs but you gritted your teeth and kept moving. anything was better than sitting around and wallowing in self-pity.
as you passed by the gazebo, you didnât spare minjeong or her clique a single glance. but you could feel her eyes on you, heavy and unrelenting, like she was trying to read your mind from across the courtyard.
ây/n!â aeriâs voice rang out from the gazebo, loud and teasing. âanything broken?â
âjust my ego,â you mumbled without looking up.
she cackled, clearly delighted. âyou skipping class again? what is this, the third time this week?â
âfourth,â ryujin told her with a smirk. âand yeah, weâre heading to joeâs. you want to join us after your class?â
the girl raised an eyebrow, glancing at minjeong, whose frown deepened. âtempting,â she said, still grinning. âmight just take you up on that.â
âweâll be there all night,â ryujin winked, wrapping an arm around your shoulders as if to shield you from the weight of your ex-girlfriendâs gaze.
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the first day, it was easy for minjeong to ignore your absence. people skipped class all the time; it wasnât a big deal. you were probably out skating somewhere or doing something equally idiotic and irresponsible.
she really told herself she didnât care. she spent the lecture dutifully taking notes, her pen gliding smoothly across the page, her expression calm and collected.
yet as the minutes dragged on, she caught herself glancing at the door more often than she wanted to admit. no loud entrance, no skateboard clattering against the floor, no offhand comment that made half the class groan and the other half laugh. the room feltâŠoff.
too quiet.
âfocus,â she muttered under her breath, shaking her head. this was good. peace and quiet was good.
but the uneasy feeling lingered.
the second day was harder.
she arrived to class early as always, settling into her usual seat. she pulled out her notebook and began skimming through her notes, but her focus wavered. every time the door opened, her eyes flickered up instinctively, only to be met with someone elseâs face.
not a sight of you.
again?
she hated how much it bothered her. hated the little knot forming in her stomach, the way her pen hovered idly in her hand as she stared at the empty seat you usually occupied. it wasnât like she cared.
âyou alright?â aeri asked during lunch, raising an eyebrow as she leaned across the table. âyouâre kind ofâŠoff today.â
âiâm fine,â minjeong said curtly, stabbing at her salad with her fork.
âyou donât look fine,â jimin pressed, clearly amused. âwhatâs got you all grumpy?â
ânothing,â she replied, her tone sharp enough to make them smirk.
âis it because of y/n?â jimin asked, her eyes glinting with mischief. âyouâve been weird since she stopped showing up.â
âi havenât been weird,â she snapped, glaring at her.
âyou totally have,â yizhuo pointed out, leaning back in her chair. âyouâve been frowning nonstop for two days. itâs honestly kind of funny.â
âmaybe you should just ask her friends where she is,â jimin suggested casually, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. âwouldnât it put your mind at ease?â
âi donât care where she is,â minjeong said rather quickly, her voice colder than she intended. âitâs none of my business.â
âsure itâs not,â aeri chuckled, exchanging a knowing look with jimin and yizhuo.
she didnât dignify them with a response. instead, she stood abruptly, grabbing her bag and walking away. she hated how transparent she was, hated that her friends could see right through her.
but as much as she wanted to pretend she didnât care, the nagging unease wouldnât go away. your absence felt like a puzzle piece out of place and she hated unsolved puzzles.
the fountain steps were as loud and chaotic as ever when minjeong approached, her unease simmering just beneath her calm exterior. she spotted your friends easily â beomgyu, ryujin and yeji sitting in their usual spot, laughing about something as he gestured wildly with his hands.
she hesitated for a moment, her pride warring with her curiosity. then, with a deep breath, she walked up to them, her expression carefully neutral.
the first to notice her was beomgyu, who immediately froze mid-gesture. âuhïżœïżœâ he blinked, clearly caught off guard. âcan we help you?â
âwhereâs y/n?â she asked, cutting straight to the point. her tone was as cold as ever, but her fingers tightened around the strap of her bag.
ryujin raised an eyebrow, exchanging a glance with yeji. âwhy do you care?â
âi donât,â she replied quickly, though the words felt hollow. âi just noticed she wasnât in class. thatâs all.â
âyou noticed,â beomgyu said, leaning back with a grin. âinteresting.â
âjust answer the question,â she demanded, her patience wearing thin.
ryujin sighed dramatically, leaning forward with a smirk. âwell, since youâre so curiousâŠshe fainted at joeâs the other day, yâknow, when she fell down these stairs.â
minjeongâs calm facade cracked. her eyes widened slightly, her grip tightening on her bag. âshe fainted?â
âyeah,â ryujin said, her tone casual but her eyes glinting with amusement. âwe were all hanging out, having a good time and then boom â she just collapsed.â
her stomach twisted. âcollapsed?â her voice was quieter now, less sharp. âwhat?â
âyep,â yeji added, nodding solemnly. âwe had to take her to the hospital. turns out she fractured a rib when she fell on the stairs.â
the words hit your ex-girlfriend like a punch to the gut. fractured a rib? the image of your fall replayed in her mind, but this time it felt sharper, more vivid. she could still hear the sickening thud of your body hitting the stairs, see the way youâd clutched your side in pain.
and now, knowing you hadnât just brushed it off, that it was serious enough to land you in hospital, made minjeongâs chest ache in a way she didnât like.
âso, there you go,â ryujin yawned, tilting her head. âyour curiosity satisfied?â
she didnât respond, choosing to turn on her heel and walk away â her mind racing. she told herself it didnât matter.
you didnât matter.
she stared blankly at her phone, her thumb idly scrolling through an endless feed of nothing. the sounds of her friends chatting around her faded into the background and she leaned back against the bench, her thoughts pulling her under.
she didnât know why she broke up with you that day. no matter how many times she replayed the memory in her head, it never made sense. one moment, you were telling her some absurdly funny story about your boss â a ridiculous tale about how he had a deep-rooted fear of olives and couldnât even look at a martini without panicking.
she remembered laughing at that, really laughed and it felt easy, like it always did with you. youâd grinned at her, bright and carefree; the kind of smile that felt like it was meant just for her.
and then, almost without thinking, sheâd said it.
âiâm bored of you.â
the words had tumbled out of her mouth, cold and sharp, before she even realised what she was doing. she remembered the way your expression had faltered for the briefest of moments, like a flicker of a flame before it was snuffed out.
and then, as if to spite her, youâd smiled. laughed, even.
âcool. no worries,â youâd replied, your tone light and easy, like she hadnât just ripped the ground out from under you.
but she saw the way your shoulders stiffened as you turned and walked away and for the first time, she had felt the weight of what sheâd done.
sheâd tried to convince herself it was the right choice. your relationship had been gettingâŠtoo real.
a year was a long time, longer than she ever thought sheâd spend with anyone. and with every passing day, youâd peeled back more and more of her walls, learning things about her that she didnât even know she wanted to share.
it terrified her how easily you read her, how youâd figured her out like you were studying a map of her soul.
she hated it. hated that you could tell what kind of mood she was in just by the way she tapped her pen during lectures. hated that you knew her coffee order by heart, down to the extra splash of milk she only liked on rainy days. hated that you always noticed when she was struggling, even when she didnât say a word.
she hated that sheâd started to depend on you â because if you knew her so well, if youâd gotten that close, then it meant you had the power to hurt her in a way no one else ever had.
and minjeong didnât know if she could handle that.
so, sheâd broken things off. not gently, not in private, but in the loudest, cruelest way possible. if she made you hate her, if she pushed you far enough away, then maybe she could protect herself.
except you didnât hate her.
you didnât yell at her, or cry, or make a scene. you justâŠkept smiling. kept acting like it didnât bother you, like you understood her better than she understood herself. and then, to her frustration, you started chasing her. showing up to class wearing ridiculous shirts, making jokes loud enough for her to hear and skating around like you didnât have a care in the world.
it drove her insane.
it wasnât fair. sheâd ended things because she needed distance, needed to feel in control again, and here you were, acting like you could still get under her skin whenever you wanted.
she clenched her jaw, staring down at her phone. the image of you sitting in the hospital, clutching your ribs and pretending it didnât hurt, flashed in her mind.
you were so stubborn, so reckless, and it infuriated her that she still cared.
âyou okay?â yizhuoâs voice cut through her thoughts, and minjeong looked up, realising sheâd been silent for too long.
âfine,â she muttered, but the word felt hollow.
âyou donât look fine,â aeri teased, leaning closer. âwhatâs got you so worked up? your ex again?â
minjeongâs jaw tightened. she hated how easily her friends could read her, hated that she was so transparent. âno,â she answered sharply.
âuh-huh,â jimin said, smirking. âsure itâs not.â
she ignored them, turning her focus inward again. you needed to stop chasing her, stop showing up with that stupid grin that made her chest ache in ways she didnât want to think about.
maybe if she made it clear that sheâd moved on, youâd finally back off. you were proud, after all â too proud to stick around if you thought she was interested in someone else.
an idea formed in her mind, one she didnât entirely like but couldnât shake.
maybe i should be seen with someone else in front of her.
if you saw her laughing with someone else, leaning in close, maybe even touching their arm, youâd get the message.
she exhaled, closing her eyes for a moment. it would hurt you â she knew that.
but wasnât that the point? if hurting you meant protecting herself, wasnât it worth it?
minjeong opened her eyes, her decision made. sheâll stop. she has to.
â§ïœ„ïŸ: *â§ïœ„ïŸ:*
you were already regretting coming in. every step you took through the halls felt heavier, slower, like the whispers around you were dragging you down. usually, the energy on campus buzzed with something familiar â greetings, smiles and nods of acknowledgment as people called out your name.
today, however, there was a sudden shift. people were staring, their hushed voices following you like shadows.
you werenât used to this. the stares werenât friendly; they were curious, cautious, like you were some sort of sideshow spectacle.
your mind raced with questions as the weight of their gazes pressed on you: what the fuck have i done now?
âyou shouldâve stayed home,â ryujin muttered from beside you, her arms crossed and her pace slowing to match yours. âseriously, what are you even doing here?â
âi have to try,â you mumbled, not meeting her gaze. the ache in your ribs flared with every step, but you forced yourself to keep walking. âif i donât, iâll have to repeat. and thatâs more embarrassing than walking around like this.â
she sighed, shaking her head. âyouâre impossible, you know that?â
you didnât respond, you couldnât. the pain was bad enough, but the whispers and the growing pit of anxiety in your stomach made it worse. you tried to focus on getting to class, on anything but the way people seemed to glance at you and then quickly look away.
when you finally reached the lecture hall of your evidence class, yeji was waiting near the entrance, her arms crossed. the moment she saw you, she walked up and grabbed your wrist. âcome on.â
âwhat ââ you started, but yeji was already pulling you toward the front of the room, far from your usual spot in the back.
âwhy are we sitting here?â you frowned, glancing back at ryujin, who followed silently, her expression unreadable.
âjust trust me,â yeji mumbled, her tone firm as she steered you into a seat in the front row. âyouâll thank me later.â
heaving out a sigh, you didnât argue. your ribs throbbed as you sank into the chair and you focused on pulling out your notebook and pen, determined to make it through the lecture. you began to scribble notes as it began, your mind too foggy with pain to think about anything else.
direct. circumstantial. hearsay.
until your pen slipped out of your fingers and clattered to the floor behind you.
groaning in pain, you turned slowly, twisting just enough to grab it. when you looked up, the sight in the back of the room hit you harder than the fall that fractured your rib.
minjeong was sitting next to sungchan. not just sitting â close. too close. her body angled toward him, her arm resting on the desk between them, the space so small it might as well not have fucking existed. his stupid smile stretched across his face as he leaned toward her, saying something that made her chuckle softly.
the only thing rooted in place was disbelief as your breath caught in your throat. your fingers froze around the pen. it wasnât just that they were sitting together; it was the way they looked. comfortable. familiar. like this wasnât the first time.
what the fuck?
ryujin noticed the change in your expression immediately. ây/n?â she whispered, nudging your arm gently. âhey, you good?â
but you werenât good. you were anything but good. the pain in your ribs was nothing compared to the ache that spread through your chest like wildfire.
your gaze flickered back to the front, but it was too late. the damage was done. the rest of the lecture passed in a haze, your pen barely moving across the page. you couldnât focus, all you could see was minjeong and sungchan, sitting together like they belonged there, like she hadnât asked about you just days ago.
so this is what she wanted, you thought bitterly, your jaw clenched so tight it ached.
some time alone so sungchan could sweep her off her feet?
you thought she cared. you really thought that despite her cold front towards you, that there was still something there, but apparently, youâd been wrong.
she didnât even glance your way. not once. she stayed glued to him the entire lecture, her quiet laughter ringing faintly in your ears like a cruel reminder.
when the class ended, you packed your things in silence, your hands trembling slightly as you stuffed your notebook into your bag. you didnât say a word to ryujin or yeji as you walked out, the hollow ache in your chest growing with every step.
she doesnât care, you told yourself. she never did.
the thought didnât stop the sting.
â§ïœ„ïŸ: *â§ïœ„ïŸ:*
the walk to your next class was excruciatingly quiet. too quiet. beomgyu was by your side, matching your pace as the two of you moved through the crowded hallway, but he didnât say much.
for once, the usual chatter and easy jokes he always carried with him were absent, lips pressed into a thin line, hands shoved deep into the pockets of his hoodie â like he was trying to make himself invisible.
heâd noticed, of course. he always did. youâd seen minjeong and sungchan together in the last lecture and it had sucked the life out of you. heâd seen the way your expression had darkened, the fire in your eyes replaced with something duller; something he didnât like.
you were a ticking time bomb. and he was scared.
âyou okay?â he asked finally, his voice hesitant.
you nodded, your eyes focused on the floor ahead of you. âfine.â
he didnât believe you, not for a second, but he didnât push. instead, he tried to fill the silence with small talk, his usual coping mechanism.
âso,â he said, forcing a grin. âhowâs the rib? still feel like your entire torsoâs on fire, or is it more of a dull, stabbing pain now?â
normally, youâd have some kind of snarky remark for him, a sarcastic jab or a playful insult. but now, you just shrugged, your shoulders heavy with the weight of everything unsaid.
beomgyu fell silent. it was rare for him to feel uncomfortable, but something about this version of you â quiet, almost lifeless, set him on edge.
the two of you walked into your tutorial room and took your seats. at least minjeong wasnât here, but sungchan was. and even worse, he was sitting just a few rows behind you, loud enough for you to hear every word he was saying.
âyeah, man, sheâs amazing,â sungchan was saying to one of his friends, his voice carrying across the room like nails on a chalkboard. âsheâs smart, funny, gorgeousâŠi mean, iâm going to make her mine.â
your grip tightened around your pen.
âlike, sheâs not even cold, you know?â he continued, his tone insistent, as if he were the authority on minjeongâs personality. âsheâs justâŠselective. she doesnât waste her time on people who donât deserve her.â
every word he said felt like a dagger, twisting deeper and deeper. he spoke about minjeong like he knew her, like he truly understood her and it made your stomach churn.
he doesnât know her. he doesnât.
then again, maybe he was right. maybe you didnât deserve her. maybe you never had.
the tutorial on property law dragged on, every second stretching into an eternity. when it finally ended, you were the last to pack up, moving sluggishly as the room emptied around you. beomgyu hovered nearby, watching you like you might break at any moment.
ây/n,â professor andersonâs voice pulled you from your thoughts and you looked up to see professor anderson, her warm brown eyes filled with concern.
she was one of the few professors who actually seemed to care about her students, and sheâd always had a soft spot for you, even if you were a pain in her class sometimes.
âyes, professor?â you asked, your voice quieter than usual.
she crossed her arms, leaning against her desk as she studied you. âyou need to pull it together,â she said, her tone gentle but firm. âi donât know whatâs going on with you, but whatever it is, you need to let it go. focus on yourself, not onâŠother distractions.â
you knew exactly what she meant, but you didnât argue. instead, you nodded, swallowing the lump in your throat. âi understand,â you said quietly. âthank you, professor.â
âyouâre capable, y/n,â she added, her voice softening. âmore than you realise. donât waste that.â
you nodded again, murmuring a quiet âiâll tryâ before walking out of the room.
beomgyu followed silently, his usual teasing absent as he guided you toward the stairs where your friends always hung out.
as you approached, your eyes drifted to the gazebo. there they were â minjeong, sungchan and the rest of her friends. he was sitting exactly where you used to sit sometimes, his arm casually draped along the back of the bench, leaning into her like he belonged there.
you looked away quickly, but the image was burned into your mind.
âdonât do anything stupid,â yeji started as you reached the stairs, her voice cutting through the haze in your mind. âseriously, y/n. youâve already hurt yourself enough. donât make it worse.â
âsheâs right,â beomgyu added, sitting beside you. âminjeongâs made her feelings pretty clear, hasnât she? maybe itâs time toâŠyou know, let it go.â
you sat there for a moment, staring down at your hands. their words were harsh, but they werenât wrong. she really had made it clear. over and over again, sheâd shown you exactly where you stood in her life.
âokay,â you finally said, your voice barely above a whisper.
yeji frowned. âokay?â
you exhaled, the weight of the past year pressing down on you like a tidal wave. âi give up on her.â
the silence that followed was heavy, but for the first time in what felt like forever, you didnât feel like you were drowning.
âitâs about time,â ryujin cut through the silence, her voice lacking its usual teasing edge.
beomgyu clapped a hand on your shoulder, his grin tentative but hopeful. âyouâre gonna be okay, y/n.â
you nodded, your gaze drifting back to the gazebo for a moment before turning away. it still hurt, but maybe, just maybe, you were ready to start moving on.
but those words had barely left your mouth when the weight of everything hit you all at once. you thought saying it aloud would feel like some kind of release, a burden lifted.
instead, it was like the air had been sucked out of your lungs. the edges of your vision blurred as your chest tightened, your heart pounding so hard it drowned out everything around you.
you couldnât breathe.
ây/n?â yejiâs voice came from somewhere far away, muffled and distant. âare you okay?â
your hands were trembling, your fingers curling into fists as you struggled to pull in air. your body felt too heavy, your chest heaving as you fought against the invisible weight pressing down on you.
âshit,â ryujin said, her voice sharp with alarm. âsheâs having a panic attack.â
your ribs ached with every shallow breath, the pain only amplifying the sense of suffocation.
ây/n, look at me,â beomgyu called out calmly, crouching in front of you. his voice was steadier than the others, but you could hear the undercurrent of worry. âhey, itâs okay. youâre okay. just breathe, yeah? in through your nose, out through your mouth.â
the panic clawed at your chest, your mind spiralling as thoughts of minjeong, sungchan and everything else crashed over you like a wave.
ryujin grabbed your trembling hands, her grip firm but not forceful. âcount with me,â she said, her voice low and steady. âone⊠twoâŠthreeâŠâ
the breaths came in short, rapid bursts, your body fighting against you as the world narrowed down to the sound of ryujinâs counting and beomgyu and yejiâs soft reassurances.
slowly, the edges of your vision began to clear, and the tightness in your chest eased just enough for you to take a deeper breath.
âthatâs it,â beomgyu said, his voice filled with relief. âyouâre doing great, y/n. keep going.â
it took a few more minutes, but eventually, the panic subsided. your breaths came slower, deeper, though your chest still ached from the effort.
âyou scared the hell out of us,â ryujin said softly, her hands still holding yours.
âsorry,â you managed to whisper, your voice hoarse.
âdonât apologise,â yeji said firmly. âjustâŠgod, y/n. youâve been holding everything in for so long. you havenât had one of those in awhile.â
the truth was, you werenât okay. you hadnât been for a long time, and today had pushed you past your breaking point.
âweâre taking you home,â beomgyu decided, standing up and offering you his hand. âno arguments.â
âwhat about your other lectures?â you asked, though the question came out half-heartedly. âi can go home by myself, iâve gone to all of mine.â
âit can wait,â ryujin reassured, helping you to your feet. âyou need to rest.â
as the three of them guided you away from the stairs, your eyes flickered back to the gazebo. she was still there, her laugh carrying faintly on the breeze as sungchan said something that made her smile.
she didnât even notice â or at least, pretended not to.
it hurt, but for the first time, you let yourself turn away. maybe you didnât know how to move on yet, but you knew you couldnât keep doing this to yourself.
one step at a time, youâd figure it out eventually.
â§ïœ„ïŸ: *â§ïœ„ïŸ:*
the past few days had been a blur of quiet determination. for once, you focused on your lectures, actually paying attention and, to your own surprise, getting the answers right. the professors had started to notice the shift, exchanging glances whenever you raised your hand or turned in a completed assignment.
even your friends had been treading lightly around you, unsure of what to make of the sudden change.
your skateboard hadnât seen the light of day in a week, and your fractured rib was a constant, painful reminder to take things slow. the ache kept you grounded, pulling you out of your thoughts whenever they strayed too far toward the past â or toward her.
you told yourself you were doing better. and maybe you were.
but then came criminal law and your tutorial; the one you dreaded the most and gotten into trouble for. the memory of that confrontation still made you cringe, but you were determined to avoid any repeat incidents today.
when professor cho announced that youâd be pairing up for an activity, your stomach dropped. random pairings. your gut churning. there were over fifty people in this class. surely your odds werenât that bad. surely the universe wouldnât â
âl/n and kim,â she announced and you felt your heart sink into your stomach.
there was no point protesting. she didnât entertain negotiations when it came to her pairing system.
you didnât look at her as you packed up your things and moved to sit beside her. minjeong was already there, her posture as perfect and poised as ever, her notebook open and a pen twirling idly between her fingers.
she glanced at you as you sat down, but you kept your eyes on your notes.
âso,â she began, her voice low and cautious. âletâs ââ
âyes, letâs just get this over with,â you interrupted, your tone curt as you flipped through your notes. âassuming we both know the answers, this shouldnât take long.â
she blinked, taken aback. she wasnât used to this. wasnât used to you being cold, distant. it was disarming, and for a moment, she didnât know how to respond.
âhowâs your rib?â she asked after a minute of silence, her voice quieter.
âfine,â you said shortly, not looking up and you rammed through your lecture notes.
she frowned, her eyes flickering to your hands. your fingers were trembling slightly, just enough to be noticeable if someone was paying attention.
she was paying attention.
âare you sure ââ
âcan we focus on the activity, please?â you cut her off, your tone sharper now. âi donât want to waste time.â
the task was straightforward: analyse the implications of marbury v. madison on the separation of powers and judicial authority. a list of guiding questions were already provided.
her jaw tightened, but she didnât push further. the two of you worked through the questions in near silence, your answers quick and precise, leaving no room for small talk. every time she tried to make a comment or ask something unrelated, you shut her down with a clipped response.
âokay, yeah, how did chief justice marshall justify the courtâs authority to strike down laws?â minjeong asked, her tone professional, detached.
âhis argument was that it was inherent in the role of the judiciary to interpret the constitution,â you replied flatly, not meeting her eyes. âand that any law conflicting with the constitution was void.â
she nodded, writing down your response. her attempt at making small comments, asking for your opinion on certain nuances of the case were shut down with brief, matter-of-fact answers.
aeri, sitting a few seats away, was clearly enjoying the show. she leaned back in her chair, smirking as she whispered something to jimin, who chuckled quietly.
minjeong cleared her throat, watching you write her answers down. âany plans for the weekend?â
you stopped writing, eyebrows furrowed as you looked up at her. âseriously?â
when you brushed off another one of her attempts at conversation, aeri let out a low laugh that carried just enough for you both to hear. âlooks like someoneâs getting a taste of their own medicine.â
minjeong shot her a glare but didnât say anything. she turned back to you, watching as you scribbled the last answer onto your notes with an almost mechanical efficiency.
âweâre done,â you said flatly, closing your notebook. you didnât even look at her as you packed up your things, already half-turned away.
âwait,â minjeong said, her voice firmer this time.
you paused, your jaw clenching as you slowly turned back to face her. âwhat now?â
âwhatâs your problem?â she asked, her brows furrowed in frustration. âwhy are you acting like this?â
you stared at her, disbelief flashing across your face. âwhy do you care?â
âi donât,â she said quickly, though the slight waver in her voice betrayed her. âi just think we should be civil. we have to share classes, and ââ
âcivil?â you repeated, a bitter laugh escaping your lips. âyou want to be civil? fine. hereâs me being civil: i donât want anything to do with you. so why donât you go bother your boyfriend instead?â
her eyes widened, stunned into silence for a moment. âboyfriend?â
âsungchan,â you said, spitting his name like it was poison. âyou know, the guy whoâs been practically glued to your side?â
her mouth opened, but no words came out. she didnât know what to say, didnât know how to explain that sungchan wasnât anything to her, that she didnât even like him like that.
yet, the way you were looking at her â hurt and angry and tired â made her chest ache in a way she shouldnât ignore.
âjust leave me alone, minjeong,â you said, your voice quieter now but no less firm. âyouâve already made it clear how little i mean to you.â
and with that, you turned and walked away, leaving her sitting there, her thoughts a tangled mess of regret and confusion.
aeri, whoâd been watching the whole exchange, let out a low whistle. âdamn, winter. you really fucked this one up.â
she didnât respond. she just sat there, staring at the spot where youâd been, her hands clenched into fists as she tried to make sense of the hollow feeling in her chest.
â§ïœ„ïŸ: *â§ïœ„ïŸ:*
the sheer audacity of minjeong to ask you what was wrong after everything. it wasnât just the question itself; it was the nerve of her, acting as if she cared when she clearly didnât.
you couldnât shake the anger. no matter how many hours passed, no matter how much you tried to focus on anything else, it kept bubbling up, simmering just beneath the surface.
âcan you believe her?â you said, gesturing wildly as ryujin, yeji and beomgyu listened, clearly trying not to laugh. âwhatâs your problem? she has the nerve to ask me that, like she doesnât know exactly what my problem is!â
âto be fair,â ryujin sighed, leaning back on her elbows. âyou didnât exactly give her much to work with.â
âyeah, well, she didnât deserve anything from me,â you shot back, crossing your arms. âif she wanted me to talk, maybe she shouldâve thought about that beforeâŠugh, before being her stupid idiot self.â
beomgyu snorted. âsolid argument, y/n. very lawyer-like.â
you rolled your eyes, but it only made you more animated. âand the worst part? she keeps pretending like she wants to be civil. civil! like weâre strangers passing in the hall. how does she expect me to justâŠjustââ you waved your hands in frustration, âpretend nothing ever happened?â
âyouâre really letting this eat at you,â yeji snorted, glancing toward the gazebo. âbut hey, at least sungchan isnât around today. small mercies, right?â
you stopped for a second at her words, if youâd had to see him sitting there next to minjeong again, smiling like heâd already won, you might have actually lost your sanity.
âyeah,â you muttered. âthank god for that.â
âso,â beomgyu said, smirking, âwhen are we moving on to the part where you stop caring?â
âdonât hold your breath,â ryujin quipped, earning a laugh from yeji.
you were mid-rant again, mocking minjeongâs indifferent expression and her painfully polite tone, when someone tapped your shoulder lightly.
startled, you turned around, expecting one of your friends, or worse, another professor.
instead, it was danielle marsh â one of the girls who shamefully, on your part, tutored you occasionally.
âhey,â she said softly, her warm smile immediately catching you off guard. she was carrying a tray with coffee cups and a few neatly wrapped sandwiches.
âdanielle?â you said, blinking in surprise. she was a year below you, someone you didnât know very well aside from occasional nods in the hall. âuh, hi?â
âi, um, saw you hurt your rib the other day,â she stammered, holding out the sandwiches for you. âso, minji and i made this for you this morning. figured you might need it.â
for a second, you just stared at her, completely thrown. âyou made this for me?â
âyeah,â she said, looking a little shy now. âwell, for all of you, really.â she glanced at your friends, smiling. âthought you could all use a pick-me-up.â
your friends didnât hesitate to take the offered sandwiches and coffee, immediately diving into grateful thank-yous.
âseriously, danielle,â you said, standing up and pulling her into a gentle hug, careful not to press on your rib. âyou didnât have to do this.â
âitâs nothing,â she laughed softly as she hugged you back. âi just hope you feel better soon, yeah?â
âthanks,â you said, pulling away and meeting her kind eyes. âreally, thank you. this means a lot.â
she waved it off with a bright smile. âanytime,â and with that, she walked off, leaving you and your friends with her thoughtful gesture.
the moment she was out of earshot, your friends pounced.
âwell,â ryujin drawled, raising an eyebrow. âthat was adorable.â
âand unexpected,â yeji added, already unwrapping her sandwich. âshe made this for you? i mean, for all of us, sure, but for you?â
âyouâre getting girls faster than we thought,â beomgyu teased, grinning. âmaybe danielleâs your new start? or minji?â
you groaned, but their teasing was infectious, and for the first time in days, you found yourself laughing. âfuck off you all.â
âjust saying,â ryujin shot back, smirking. âif this is what moving on looks like, iâm here for it.â
meanwhile, from the gazebo, minjeong watched the entire interaction. sheâd seen danielle approach you, watched as she handed you coffee and sandwiches, her smile soft and genuine. she saw the way you hugged her, your expression lighter than it had been all week.
she hated how it made her feel.
yizhuo, sitting beside her, noticed immediately. âjealous?â she asked, her tone teasing.
âno,â minjeong denied, her voice sharper than she intended.
âuh-huh,â the younger girl smirked. âsure youâre not.â
she didnât want to admit it â not even to herself, but the gnawing feeling in her chest was unmistakable.
it was jealousy, plain and simple. and it had started the moment she saw danielle hand you those coffees and sandwiches, her smile bright and genuine as she looked at you like you were the only person in the world.
it wasnât fair. you werenât supposed to move on so quickly. not when minjeong had spent months convincing herself she didnât care anymore, that you were just a chapter of her life sheâd already closed. but watching someone else care for you made her stomach twist in ways she didnât like.
âso,â jimin began, her tone casual but laced with curiosity as she leaned against the gazebo railing. âdanielle, huh?â
minjeong stiffened. âwhat about her?â
âoh, nothing,â she laughed, clearly enjoying herself. âjust that sheâs kind of adorable. and from what iâve heard, sheâs, like, the nicest person ever. super smart, super talented. makes sense sheâd go for y/n, honestly.â
âshe is not going for y/n,â minjeong snapped.
aeri raised her eyebrows. âhmm, interesting reaction.â
âoh, please,â yizhuo chuckled as she looked up from her phone. âyouâre jealous, arenât you?â
âiâm not jealous,â she insisted, but her voice lacked conviction.
aeri leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees as her smile faded slightly. âminjeong, if youâre just going to play with y/nâs feelings, leave her alone. seriously. sheâs trying to move on and you need to let her.â
âiâm not playing with her feelings,â she protested, though the guilt was already clawing at her.
jimin scoffed, crossing her arms. âreally? because the way you dumped her in front of everyone was pretty brutal. honestly, youâre lucky she didnât punch you in the face.â
âshe didnât because sheâs too nice for her own good,â yizhuo chimed in, her smirk widening. âbut honestly, if she did, iâd have cheered her on â we liked y/n.â
minjeong clenched her jaw, her gaze dropping to the table. she didnât need the reminder of how badly sheâd handled things. she knew sheâd been cruel and pushed you away in the worst possible way, all because she was scared.
âlook,â jimin softened her tone. âyouâre allowed to feel whatever youâre feeling, but donât mess with y/n. she doesnât deserve that â she chased you for a long time.â
before she could even respond, a loud, overly cheerful voice interrupted them.
âminjeong!â
she turned to see sungchan bounding toward them, a bouquet of brightly coloured flowers in hand.
her friends groaned in unison and jimin buried her face in her hands. âfuckâs sake, can you get rid of that cretin already? we let him sit here, once. and nothing more.â
âwhat now?â aeri muttered, glaring at the boy as he stopped in front of them, his grin blinding.
âi brought you these,â he said, holding out the flowers with a flourish. âthought they might brighten your day.â
minjeong blinked, completely caught off guard. âuhâŠâ
âsungchan,â jimin interrupted, her voice dripping with annoyance, âweâre kind of in the middle of something. can you not?â
âyeah,â aeri added, ushering for him to leave. âserious conversation happening here. come back later. or maybe never.â
he frowned, clearly disappointed, but he turned to minjeong anyway. âwait, soâŠcan i still come over tonight?â
right on time as you walked past the gazebo, your bag slung over your shoulder, steps faltering for a split second, your head turning just enough to catch sight of the flowers in sungchanâs hand and the hopeful look on his face.
your expression darkened, your brows furrowing as you looked away quickly and kept walking. but she saw it â the flash of hurt that crossed your face, so brief she might have missed it if she hadnât been watching you so closely.
her chest tightened, guilt mixing with panic. without thinking, she stood up abruptly, ignoring her friendsâ surprised looks.
âwait,â she called after you, her voice louder than she intended. ây/n!â
she caught up to you in a few quick strides, falling into step beside you as you kept walking.
then, you stopped abruptly, refusing to face her. âwhat do you want?â you asked, your tone flat and cold.
âi justâŠâ she hesitated, struggling to find the right words as she turned towards you. âitâs not what it looked like.â
your expression was a mixture of anger and exhaustion, your eyes narrowing slightly. âwhat are you talking about?â
âsungchan,â she said quickly. âheâs not â i didnâtâŠheâs not coming over tonight. or any night. heâs not my boyfriend.â
âwhy do you think i care?â your voice cut through the air like a blade.
minjeong flinched, her chest tightening. she wanted to explain, to say something that would make this easier, but nothing came out. she hated the way your walls were so firmly in place now, blocking her out completely.
âyou donât have to explain yourself to me, minjeong,â you said, your voice softer now but no less firm. âweâre nothing to each other anymore. remember?â
you didnât wait for her to respond. you turned and walked away, leaving her standing there, her heart pounding and her thoughts a tangled mess of longing.
from the gazebo, jimin let out a low sigh, shaking her head as she watched the scene unfold. âsheâs really not handling this well, is she?â
ânope,â aeri sighed. âbut itâs fun to watch.â
â§ïœ„ïŸ: *â§ïœ„ïŸ:*
a few days later, you were back in routine; or at least, you were trying to be. the faint ache in your ribs had dulled to something manageable and youâd thrown yourself into lectures and tutorials with a determination that surprised even you.
your professors had started making comments, subtle acknowledgments of your sudden focus and improvement but none of it felt particularly satisfying.
then the rumour started.
âdid you hear?â ryujinâs voice broke through the usual buzz of the courtyard as she dropped her bag on the stairs next to you. yeji and beomgyu followed close behind, their expressions a mix of concern and hesitation.
âhear what?â you asked, not looking up from your notebook. you were halfway through an analysis of some case law, trying to keep your mind occupied.
âabout minjeong,â ryujin said, her tone careful, like she was stepping on eggshells. âwe want you to hear it from us.â
your hand froze mid-sentence. âwhat about her?â
âuhâŠâ yeji exchanged a glance with beomgyu, who grimaced and shoved his hands in his pockets. âapparently, she said yes to sungchan.â
the pen slipped from your fingers, clattering onto the page. for a moment, you just stared at it, your mind blank. then you picked it up and calmly closed your notebook.
âoh,â you said, your voice eerily even. âgood for her.â
ryujin raised an eyebrow. âyou okay?â
âyep,â you stuffed your notebook into your bag and stood up, slinging it over your shoulder. âwhy wouldnât i be?â
âoh, i donât know,â beomgyu said, crossing his arms. âmaybe because the girl youâve been in love with for, like, two years just said yes to a guy who literally makes his hair gel do all the work.â
âbeomgyu,â yeji hissed, elbowing him in the side.
âwhat? iâm just saying,â he muttered, but he backed off when ryujin shot him a warning look.
âitâs okay to feel defeated, you know,â ryujin said, her voice gentler now. âangry, even. god knows you tried your best to win her back.â
you sighed, pressing your fingers to your temples. âlook, iâm fine. itâs whatever. she can date whoever she wants. i donât care.â
âokay,â they were clearly unconvinced.
but you didnât respond. instead, you turned and walked away, leaving your friends watching after you with varying degrees of concern. you didnât go to your classes that day.
instead, you found yourself in the library, tucked away in a quiet corner with a stack of books and your notes spread out in front of you. studying was easier than thinking about stupid rumours.
meanwhile, across campus, minjeong was sitting with her friends at the gazebo when yizhuo casually dropped the bomb.
âso, when were you going to tell us?â she asked, leaning back in her chair with a sly grin.
âtell you what now?â minjeong asked, frowning.
âabout you and sungchan,â she answered, raising an eyebrow. âi heard you said yes to being his girlfriend.â
she froze in her spot, quick to turn her head. âwhat now?â
âoh, come on,â aeri rolled her eyes. âeveryoneâs talking about it. apparently, sungchan told some of his friends and now itâs all over campus.â
âthatâs not true, iâll fucking punch him,â she said quickly, her voice rising slightly. âi didnât say yes to him. i didnât even ââ she groaned, burying her face in her hands. âthis is getting out of hand.â
jimin raised an eyebrow as she crossed her legs, reapplying her lipstick. âso youâre not dating him?â
âno!â minjeong exasperated. âof course not.â
âwell, you might want to clear that up,â yizhuo giggled. âbecause your rumoured boyfriend is basking in the glory right now.â
âugh,â she muttered, standing up abruptly. âthis is so stupid.â
âwhere are you going?â aeri called after her.
âto fix this,â minjeong yelled over her shoulder, already walking away.
as she made her way across campus, her thoughts werenât on sungchan or the rumour. they were on you. if the rumour had reached her, it had definitely reached you.
and she didnât like the idea of you believing it for even a second.
it didnât take long to find you. the library was one of the few places on campus where you could completely disappear these days, and sure enough, there you were, hunched over a pile of books in a quiet corner.
minjeong hesitated for a moment, watching you from a distance. your head was bent over your notes, your brows furrowed in concentration, but even from here, she could see the tension in your shoulders, the way your pen moved too quickly, like you were trying to outrun your thoughts.
ây/n,â she said softly as she approached.
you didnât look up. âwhat do you want, minjeong?â
âi need to talk to you,â she muttered, pulling out the chair across from you and sitting down before you could protest.
âiâm busy,â your voice cold as you flipped a page in your notebook.
âitâs about whatâs being said about me,â she began quickly, leaning forward. âthe one about sungchan.â
that made you pause. your pen hovered over the page, but you didnât look at her. âwhat about it?â
âitâs not true,â she tried to reassure you. âi didnât say yes to him â i barely fucking know him.â
you finally looked up, your eyes meeting hers with a mixture of disbelief and frustration. âwhy are you telling me this?â
âbecause i donât want you to think ââ she stopped, her words catching in her throat. âi donât want you to get the wrong idea.â
âminjeong,â you sighed, your tone tired, âyou broke up with me. in front of everyone. you donât owe me explanations about your love life.â
âi know,â she mumbled. âbut i wanted to tell you anyway.â
you stared at her for a moment, your expression unreadable, before shaking your head and turning back to your notes. âthanks for the clarification. now, if youâll excuse me, i have actual work to do.â
âokay.â
you frowned, shaking your head. âokay?â
minjeong hesitated, her chest tightening as she watched you retreat further behind your wall, but she didnât know what else to say.
so she stood up, her hands clenched at her sides and walked away, leaving you alone in the quiet hum of the library.
she had made it halfway back to the gazebo when her steps faltered. the way she replayed your cold, clipped tone in her head bothered her.
she told herself to keep walking, to let it go. you clearly wanted nothing to do with her and it was too late for her to fix anything, but the thought of leaving things like this didnât sit right with her.
âfuck it,â minjeong muttered under her breath, turning on her heel. she was already moving before she could second-guess herself.
the library was quieter than before when she slipped back inside. she spotted you almost immediately, still in the same spot, hunched over your notebook with a pen in hand. the tension in your posture hadnât eased, and your lips were pressed into a thin line as you stared down at the pages in front of you.
she didnât think. she walked straight to your table, stopping just short of your line of sight. her hands balled into fists at her sides, but her voice was calm when she spoke.
âwhat are you studying for?â
you froze for a moment before lifting your head slowly, your eyes narrowing as they met hers. âwhy are you back?â
âiâm curious,â she said, her voice steady as she gestured to the pile of books and notes on your desk. âwhat are you working on?â
you stared at her for a moment longer, clearly debating whether or not to engage. finally, with a sigh, you relented. âcontracts,â you muttered, flipping through a set of messy notes. âspecifically offer and acceptance. and it doesnât make sense. i donât get it.â
her lips quirked upward, just slightly, and before you could protest, she pulled out the chair across from you and sat down.
âshow me what youâve got,â she said, leaning forward and pulling one of your books toward her.
âminjeong, donât,â you warned, but there wasnât much heat in your voice. âitâs embarrassing enough that danielle, whoâs a year below me, had to explain half of this stuff to me the other day. i donât need my ex-girlfriend doing the same.â
âso?â she hummed, her voice calm in that matter-of-fact tone of hers. âi know you, she doesnât.â
her words caught you off guard, leaving you momentarily speechless. before you could form a rebuttal, she was already flipping through your notes, scanning the pages with a practiced eye.
âokay,â she began, her tone shifting into something softer, more focused. âletâs start with offer and acceptance. itâs the foundation of any valid contract, right?â
you nodded hesitantly.
âan offer is essentially a promise or commitment to do something, or refrain from doing something thatâs communicated to another party,â she explained. âacceptance, on the other hand, is the agreement to the terms of that offer. it has to be clear and communicated back to the person who made the offer.â
you watched as she grabbed a blank sheet of paper and began sketching out a quick diagram, breaking the concept into manageable chunks. âthink of it like this: aeri makes an offer to jimin. for it to become a binding contract, jimin has to accept it. if she doesnât, thereâs no agreement.â
âas if jimin would ever accept anything, but go on,â you frowned, glancing at your notes. âwhat about when an acceptance comes with conditions? like, if jimin says âyes, but only if you deliver by friday.â doesnât that count as acceptance?â
âgood question,â minjeong said, nodding. âthatâs actually a counteroffer, not acceptance. a counteroffer effectively rejects the original offer and replaces it with a new one. the original offer is no longer valid unless aeri agrees to the new terms.â
you blinked, processing her words. for the first time all day, the tangled mess of legal jargon in your head started to untangle itself.
âokay, but what about silence?â you asked, leaning forward slightly despite yourself. âlike, if aeri threatens jimin with, âif you donât respond, iâll take that as acceptance.â does that count?â
âgenerally, no,â she explained, almost laughing at your example. âsilence isnât considered acceptance. there are exceptions, though, like if thereâs a prior relationship between the parties where silence has been treated as acceptance before but thatâs pretty rare.â
you let out a low sigh, leaning back in your chair. âthis is so annoying.â
âyouâre doing fine,â she smiled, her tone reassuring as she slid the diagram sheâd drawn across the table. âyouâre overthinking it. contracts are just logic in disguise.â
âlogic,â you repeated, rolling your eyes. âright. itâs totally logical to write 50 pages on whether saying âmaybeâ counts as acceptance.â
minjeong chuckled softly and the sound caught you off guard. it was the first time in a long while that she didnât sound distant or guarded.
âokay, fair,â she kept the smile on her face. âbut youâre getting there. itâs not as bad as you think.â
you glanced down at the diagram sheâd drawn, the pieces clicking into place in your mind. reluctantly, you muttered, âthanks.â
âanytime,â she answered, her voice soft.
the two of you sat in silence for a moment, the tension between you easing just slightly. but then you shook your head, a faint scowl tugging at your lips. âstill doesnât change the fact that this is humiliating.â
âwhy?â she asked, tilting her head.
âbecause youâre my ex,â you said bluntly. âthis is next-level embarrassing.â
minjeong shrugged, her expression calm. âi donât see why itâs a big deal. iâve seen worst. plus, weâve been through this before.â
her words lingered in the air, heavier than you expected. for a moment, you didnât know how to respond, so you said nothing.
instead, you turned your attention back to the notes in front of you, your chest tightening with something you didnât want to name.
she, however, didnât press further. she stayed, patiently guiding you through the material until the frustration in your eyes gave way to understanding.
the library was much quieter now, with most of the tables empty and the hum of whispers and shuffling papers reduced to a faint background noise. as you packed up your things, minjeong stood by the door, waiting silently. the awkwardness between you had lessened, but it wasnât entirely gone.
after all, she was still minjeong; cold, poised, and impossible to read â and you were still you, guarded and hesitant.
you slung your bag over your shoulder as you approached her. âthanks for the help,â
âyouâre welcome,â she replied, her tone equally quiet.
the two of you stepped out into the hall together, the silence between you not entirely uncomfortable, but not warm either.
and then, as if the universe had decided to throw yet another curveball your way, you spotted danielle walking toward you, her usual bright smile lighting up her face.
ây/n!â she called out, waving as she quickened her pace.
you stopped, your heart sinking slightly and it was not out of dread, but because you could already feel the tension radiating off minjeong beside you.
still, you smiled at danielle, grateful for her kindness. âhey, whatâs up?â
âoh, nothing much,â she said, adjusting the strap of her backpack. âjust wanted to see if youâre free after school. thought we could have another study session. you know, go over those case studies from contracts? i think iâve got some good notes that might help.â
for a moment, your mind flickered back to the days when minjeong used to tutor you. the late nights in quiet study rooms, the way her calm explanations had made everything click.
it was hard not to draw parallels, but you quickly pushed the thought aside.
âyeah, sure,â you said with a nod. âthat sounds good.â
danielle beamed and then her eyes shifted to minjeong, who had been standing silently beside you the entire time. her smile faltered slightly as she tilted her head. âoh, hi. i donât think weâve met.â
you hesitated for a split second before gesturing between them. âdanielle, this is minjeong. minjeong, danielle.â
âhi!â danielle said brightly, extending a hand. ânice to meet you.â
she glanced at her hand briefly before giving it a polite shake, her expression cool and detached. âlikewise.â
danielle didnât seem fazed by her tone, her smile unwavering. âso, are you two friends?â
you opened your mouth to answer, but minjeong spoke first. âweâre classmates.â
her voice was so flat, so devoid of emotion, that it left no room for interpretation. danielle nodded, glancing at you as if to say, well, that was awkward.
âanyway,â she continued, turning back to you, âiâll text you the details for later, okay?â
âsounds good,â you said, offering her a small smile. âthanks, danielle.â
âno problem,â she grinned. âsee you later!â
with that, she waved and walked off, leaving you alone with minjeong once again. the silence that followed was heavier than before and when you turned to look at her, her expression was unreadable.
âwhat?â you asked, frowning slightly.
she didnât respond immediately. her eyes lingered on the spot where danielle had been, her thoughts racing. she thought about the way the other girl had smiled at you, her kindness so effortless and genuine.
she thought about the way youâd smiled back, softer than you ever smiled at her these days.
and then, minjeong thought about herself; her coldness, her inability to open up, the walls sheâd built so high that even you, someone who had once been so close, had struggled to climb them.
she thought about the way sheâd hurt you, the way she pushed you away and how she kept coming back, unable to let go but unwilling to fully stay.
you deserve better.
the realisation hit her with a clarity she couldnât ignore. you deserved someone who could match your warmth and meet you halfway without hesitation.
someone who didnât leave you questioning your worth or your place in their life.
and minjeong knew, deep down, that she wasnât that person.
ânothing,â she said finally, her voice quiet. âiâll see you around, y/n.â
before you could respond, she turned and walked away, her steps brisk and purposeful.
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the moment minjeong walked away, you brushed off the strange interaction as just another one of her weird moods, but the more you thought about it, the more it stuck in your head.
the way sheâd been so quiet, her gaze distant, it was strange, even for her.
as you made your way to your next class, you couldnât help but vent to yeji, who listened intently as she walked beside you.
âit was so weird,â you tried to explain. âshe just stood there while danielle was talking to me. like, awkwardly silent the whole time. and then she walked away without saying anything, like â what was that?â
yeji snorted. âclassic minjeong,â she said, rolling her eyes. âprobably trying to act mysterious. you know, her usual icy queen routine â all the reason why her nicknameâs winter.â
âi donât get it, though,â you said, frowning. âshe came back into the library just to help me with contracts and then she acted allâŠweird when danielle showed up.â
âmaybe sheâs jealous,â she suggested with a smirk.
âjealous?â you repeated, raising an eyebrow. âof what?â
âdanielle; she sees you getting close to someone else and suddenly remembers she doesnât like sharing.â
âthatâs ridiculous,â you said quickly, shaking your head. âminjeong doesnât care about me like that anymore. she made that pretty clear when she dumped me in front of everyone.â
yeji shrugged. âmaybe. or maybe sheâs just realising what she lost.â
the thought lingered in the back of your mind as you reached your next class: professor diazâs administrative lecture.
the room was already filling up with students when you walked in and minjeong was seated near the middle, often her usual spot. you hesitated for a split second when your eyes met hers, but you quickly looked away and took a seat beside yeji in the back row.
professor diaz walked in a moment later, his sharp gaze sweeping over the room as he placed his notes on the desk.
âgood afternoon, everyone,â he started, tone brisk as always. âtoday, weâre starting a project that will require collaboration, critical thinking and presentation skills. itâs an activity that requires two members per team.â
you glanced at yeji, who gave you a small, sympathetic smile. you werenât a fan of group projects, but you could survive it.
hopefully.
âpartners have already been assigned,â he continued, flipping through a list of names. âi paired you based on complementary skills and previous performance. some of you might not like it, but tough luck.â
again, you slouched slightly in your seat, praying to every higher power you could think of that you wouldnât end up with â
ây/n l/n and kim minjeong.â
you groaned quietly, earning a small laugh from the girl beside you. âtough break,â she whispered, smirking.
youâve got to be fucking kidding.
you reluctantly made your way to the middle of the room, where minjeong was sitting, her expression unreadable as always. she didnât look surprised to see you, which only annoyed you more.
âof course,â you muttered as you dropped into the seat beside her. âbecause who else would i get stuck with other than you?â
ânice to see you too,â she said dryly, flipping open her notebook.
professor diaz continued explaining the project from the front of the room. âweâre diving into the practical application of judicial review in administrative law, specifically focusing on procedural fairness and its two pillars: the right to a fair hearing and the rule against bias.â
he paced the front of the room, hands clasped behind his back. âyour task is to analyse a hypothetical case, identify the grounds for judicial review and argue whether the administrative decision should be upheld or quashed; this project will span the next week or two, depending on how i feel. the final deliverable will include a written report and a joint presentation to the class.â
you collectively groaned with everyone else, pulling out your notes as you glanced at minjeong. âso,â you said flatly, âwhat case should we pick?â
âsomething straightforward,â she replied, her tone calm. âwe donât have time to overcomplicate this.â
ârighto,â you said, opening your laptop. âletâs look at some recent cases.â
the two of you worked in tense silence for a few minutes, scrolling through legal databases and jotting down notes. the tension was palpable, hanging heavy between you. you could feel her gaze on you every now and then and it made your skin crawl.
âwhy do you think professor cho paired us?â you asked finally, breaking the silence.
âprobably because your grades improved when i was tutoring you,â minjeong said matter-of-factly.
you glared at her, but she didnât flinch. âwell, thatâs embarrassing.â
âwhy?â she asked, tilting her head slightly. âitâs the truth.â
her words caught you off guard, leaving you momentarily speechless. you quickly shook it off, refocusing on the project. âwhatever. letâs just get this over with.â
minjeong didnât respond, but she watched you carefully, her expression unreadable. you looked so beautiful.
as much as she tried to focus on the project, her mind kept drifting to one thought: you deserve better than this. better than me.
she didnât say it. instead, she turned her attention back to the case in front of her, determined to at least help you succeed in this, even if it meant spending the next few days side by side.
the library became your designated meeting spot for the project, mostly because it was neutral ground. neither of you wanted to be in each otherâs spaces and the library was safe and impersonal.
together, you worked in a tense but oddly productive silence during your free time, with occasional moments of begrudging cooperation when one of you needed clarification or feedback.
the first few sessions were uneventful, though the air between you was thick with unspoken words. minjeong would occasionally glance at you when she thought you werenât looking, her gaze lingering just long enough for you to notice, but she never said anything about it.
it was during your third meeting that everything went sideways.
you were both seated at a table in one of the quieter corners of the library, surrounded by books and notes as you debated how to frame your analysis of the case.
minjeong had just finished explaining her point when a loud, overly enthusiastic voice shattered the peace.
âminjeong!â
you looked up, already cringing as sungchan approached your table, his usual grin plastered across his face. he was carrying a coffee cup in one hand and what looked like a wrapped pastry in the other.
âwhat are you doing here?â she asked, her tone cool but tinged with annoyance.
âwhat does it look like?â he said, pulling up a chair uninvited and plopping down beside her. âi saw my favourite girl through the window and thought iâd bring you coffee. and a croissant. your favourite, right?â
she sighed, her eyes briefly flickering to you before landing back on his. âiâm busy.â
âyouâve got to eat, right? and whoâs this?â he glanced at you, his eyes narrowing slightly. âohâŠy/n, right?â
you raised an eyebrow. âyeah, weâre working on a project if youâve got eyes.â
sungchanâs gaze darted between you and minjeong, his grin faltering just a little. âhuh, weird pair. but then againâŠâ he trailed off, his smirk returning. âyou two used to date, didnât you?â
her jaw tightened, but she didnât say anything. you, on the other hand, just rolled your eyes. âwhatâs your point?â
ânothing,â he replied, leaning back in his chair as he crossed his arms. âjust funny how things work out, isnât it? i mean, youâre stuck working with her, and she ââ
âsungchan,â minjeong interrupted, her voice sharp. âstop.â
he blinked, clearly caught off guard by her tone. then he laughed, shaking his head. âfine, fine. iâll stop. but, you know, itâs interesting ââ
âsungchan,â she repeated, firmer this. âleave. weâre busy.â
he didnât leave. instead, he looked at her, then at you and back again. and then, with a smug grin, he said, âwait minjeong, i thought you said you never liked her.â
the words hung in the air like a bomb waiting to explode. your stomach twisted, heart dropping into your chest as you stared at minjeong. she froze, her eyes widening slightly as she opened her mouth to respond.
âwhat the hell is that supposed to mean?â you spoke for her, your voice low but sharp as you glared at sungchan.
âiâm just saying,â sungchan replied with a shrug, clearly oblivious to the tension heâd just created. âshe told me she never really liked you. thought youâd have figured that out by now. why are you still sticking around?â
âsungchan,â minjeong snapped, her voice colder than ice now. âleave. now â before i knock your fucking teeth out of you.â
he finally seemed to realise heâd crossed a line, his grin faltering as he stood up. âjeez, okay. no need to bite my head off,â he set the coffee and croissant down on the table, muttering, âenjoy your project,â before walking off.
the silence that followed was deafening.
âdid you really say that?â you asked quietly, your voice trembling just enough to betray how much it hurt.
she looked at you, her expression panicked for a split second before she forced herself to remain calm. âno,â she said firmly. âheâs lying. why would i do that?â
âso he just made that up?â you shot back, your tone harsher now. âout of nowhere?â
âyes,â she said, her voice steady but strained. âi never said that. i ââ she hesitated, her gaze dropping to the table. âi wouldnât say that about you, ever.â
you scoffed, leaning back in your chair. âgreat, so now iâm supposed to believe that, what? heâs just running around making up lies about you?â
âi donât know,â she mumbled, her voice quieter now. âbut i didnât say it. you have to believe me.â
you stared at her for a long moment, searching her face for any hint of insincerity but she looked genuinely upset, her usual mask of indifference cracking just enough for you to see the guilt and frustration beneath it.
âwhatever,â you muttered finally, looking away. âletâs just finish this stupid project.â
minjeong opened her mouth to respond, but then she closed it again, her shoulders slumping slightly. for the rest of the session, neither of you spoke unless it was directly about the project.
the air between you was heavier than ever, weighed down by everything that had been said â and left unsaid.
finally, you couldnât take it anymore. you slammed your pen down on the table, the sharp sound cutting through the libraryâs quiet hum.
âdo you think this is funny?â you snapped, your voice low but furious as you glared at her. âis this all just some game to you?â
she looked up, startled by your sudden outburst. âwhat are you talking about?â
âyou,â you hissed, your chest heaving as your emotions boiled over. âyou dump me in front of everyone, act like i donât exist for months and now youâre back in my life, acting like you care? and on top of that, sungchan shows up and says you never liked me? are you fucking kidding me, minjeong?â
for once, she looked genuinely at a loss, her usual composure completely shattered.
âdo you even realise how humiliating this is for me?â you continued, your voice trembling with anger. âi have been trying to move on, to forget about you and every time i feel like iâm getting somewhere, you show up and remind me of how much of an idiot i am for still caring about you!â
âyouâre not an idiot,â she said quickly, her voice soft but desperate. ây/n, i ââ
âthen why?â you demanded, leaning forward, your eyes burning into hers. âwhy did you break up with me like that? why do you keep showing up, acting like you care and then pulling shit like this?â
minjeong stared at you, her jaw tight, her eyes filled with something you couldnât quite place. for a moment, you thought she wouldnât answer. then, she exhaled shakily, running a hand through her hair.
âbecause iâm scared,â she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. âi was scared then and iâm scared now.â
you blinked, thrown off by her sudden vulnerability. âscared of what?â
âof how much you mean to me,â she said, her gaze dropping to the table. âof how much youâve always meant to me. y/n, when we were together, youâŠyou saw right through me. you knew me better than anyone else ever has and it terrified me. because if you could do that, if you could get that close, then you could hurt me in ways no one else ever could.â
her voice cracked slightly, and she swallowed hard before continuing. âso i pushed you away. i thought if i ended it, if i made you hate me, then i could protect myself but all i did was hurt you, and i hate myself for that.â
you stared at her, your anger fading into something closer to disbelief. âyou broke up with me in front of everyone.â
âi know,â she trembled. âi know and it was cruel and iâll never forgive myself for it. but i didnât mean it. i didnât mean any of it. i thought if i made it loud, if i made it final, then iâd stop feeling the way i do about you. but it didnât work.â
you shook your head, trying to process her words. âthen why did you let sungchan say all that crap? why didnât you stop him?â
âbecause i didnât know how,â she admitted, her voice breaking. âi didnât know how to fix this, how to tell you everything iâve been feeling. i thought it was too late.â
âit is too late,â you said, your voice sharper than you intended. âyou canât just come back into my life and expect me to forgive you for everything. it doesnât work like that.â
minjeong nodded, her expression crumpling slightly. âi know. i donât expect you to forgive me. but i need you to know that i never stopped caring about you. not for a second.â
her words hung in the air, heavy and raw. you looked at her, at the way her usual calm had completely unraveled and you didnât know what to say.
part of you wanted to scream at her, to tell her that her feelings didnât matter anymore.
âi donât know if i can do this,â you said finally, your voice quieter now but no less firm. âi donât know if i can trust you again.â
âi understand,â she looked down, fidgeting with the hem of shirt. âbut iâll do whatever it takes to prove to you that i mean it. iâll wait as long as you need me to.â
you didnât say anything â you didnât need to for now. instead, you turned your attention back to your notes, your chest tight with a mixture of anger and sadness. the girl across from you stayed silent after that, giving you the space you needed, but you could feel her presence beside you, heavy and unrelenting.
she had said all the things youâd once wanted to hear â things youâd longed for when she left you shattered in the middle of that hallway.
ây/n,â minjeongâs voice was quiet, hesitant. âplease say something.â
you didnât look at her. âthereâs nothing to say.â
âyou donât believe me,â she said softly, more a statement than a question.
âno,â you admitted, your tone clipped. âi donât.â
the words hung between you like a final nail in the coffin. minjeong opened her mouth to respond, but you were already standing, gathering your things with deliberate precision.
âwhere are you going?â she asked, panic flickering in her voice.
âhome,â you said shortly. âi need to think.â
âwhat about the project?â she asked, her voice rising slightly.
you hesitated for a fraction of a second, then put your bag over your shoulder. âfigure it out.â
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for the next few days, you avoided her like the plague. you skipped the library sessions, ignored her texts and avoided her in class. when professor diaz asked about your progress on the project, you lied, saying you were working on it separately.
ryujin cornered you in the courtyard one afternoon, her arms crossed and her brow furrowed.
âwhatâs going on with you?â she demanded. âyouâve been weird all week.â
ânothing,â you replied, looking away.
âbullshit,â she snapped. âthis is about minjeong, isnât it?â
you didnât answer, but your silence was enough.
ây/n,â she sighed, her tone softening. âyou canât keep running from this. i know she screwed up, okay? we all know that. but you need to deal with it instead of shutting everyone out.â
âiâm not shutting everyone out,â you defended yourself.â
âyouâve been avoiding her, skipping the library and now youâre lying to the professor about the project,â she listed off. âsounds like shutting everyone out to me.â
âitâs none of your business,â you muttered, brushing past her.
âactually, it is,â a new voice chimed in. you turned to see beomgyu and yeji approaching, both looking equally concerned. âbecause now we have to deal with mopey minjeong asking about you.â
âsheâs not ââ you started, but beomgyu cut you off.
âoh, she is,â he said, raising an eyebrow. âshe asked me yesterday if youâd said anything about her. looked like a kicked puppy when i told her no.â
âyouâre being dramatic,â you muttered, but your resolve was weakening.
âheâs not,â yeji said firmly. âand honestly, y/n, itâs exhausting watching you both avoid each other when clearly thereâs so much unresolved.â
âiâm done with her,â you admitted, though the words felt hollow even to you.
âare you?â ryujin challenged, her eyes narrowing. âbecause you donât look done. you look hurt. and if you keep bottling this up, itâs only going to get worse.â
on the other side of campus, minjeong was facing her own intervention. her friends had dragged her to the gazebo, refusing to let her leave until they got answers.
âspill,â jimin demanded, leaning forward with her arms crossed. âwhatâs going on with you and y/n?â
ânothing,â minjeong muttered, staring at the ground.
âoh, please,â aeri rolled her eyes. âyouâve been moping around like someone stole your dog. what happened?â
minjeong sighed, running a hand through her hair. âiâŠtold her how i felt.â
âand?â yizhuo prompted, raising an eyebrow.
âand she doesnât believe me,â she admitted, her voice small.
jimin groaned, pinching the bridge of her nose. âwell, can you blame her? you broke her heart in front of the entire university, minjeong, and when she chased you around, you ran faster.â
âand youâve been cold and distant ever since,â aeri added. âwhat did you expect? that sheâd just fall back into your arms the moment you said you cared?â
âi wasnât expecting anything,â minjeong said defensively. âi justâŠi wanted her to know the truth.â
âokay, so you told her,â yizhuo shrugged. ânow what?â
âsheâs avoiding me,â minjeong responded, her voice cracking slightly. âshe wonât answer my texts or show up for the project. i donât know what to do.â
âmaybe start by actually communicating,â jimin suggested dryly. âyou know, instead of expecting her to read your mind.â
âand stop being so passive,â aeri chimed in. âif you want her to believe you, you need to show her. actions, not just words.â
âbut what if itâs too late?â minjeong asked, her voice trembling. âwhat if she doesnât want me anymore?â
jimin sighed, her expression softening. âthen youâll have to accept that. but at least youâll know you tried.â
âiâm just going to drink my heart out.â
the sun was just beginning to set, casting a soft orange glow over the campus as you made your way toward the stairs that led home. the day had been long and all you wanted was to collapse into bed. as you reached the top of the stairs, you spotted jimin, aeri and yizhuo waiting for you like a trio of judgmental guardians.
âgreat,â you muttered under your breath, already preparing for whatever nonsense they were about to throw your way.
ây/n,â jimin said, stepping forward with a raised eyebrow, âwe need to talk.â
âcanât it wait?â you asked, brushing past her, but aeri stepped in your way, blocking your path with her arms crossed.
âitâs about minjeong,â aeri said flatly, her piercing gaze locking on yours.
that stopped you in your tracks. you didnât look at them, but your stomach twisted in knots. âwhat about her?â
yizhuo sighed dramatically, leaning against the stone railing. âsheâs at joeâs juice joint. drinking.â
âon a tuesday night,â jimin added, mirroring aeriâs stance. âbecause word has it that a certain someone has been avoiding her.â
you scoffed. âi donât care what she does.â
âsheâs been there since this afternoon,â aeri said, raising an eyebrow. âsheâs refusing to leave and weâve had her guards attempt to pick her up.â
âbecause of you,â yizhuo chimed in, her voice unusually serious. âshe thinks youâre done with her.â
you rolled your eyes, clutching the strap of your bag tighter. âshe brought this on herself.â
âshe did,â jimin agreed, stepping closer. âbut sheâs still hurting. and whether you want to admit it or not, you care about her.â
âwhy donât you pick her up then?â you shot back, but your voice wavered slightly, betraying your frustration.
âbecause,â yizhuo shook her head. âitâs not us sheâs been crying about. trust me, weâve tried.â
that stung.
the three of them watched you expectantly, their expressions a mixture of smugness and concern.
finally, you let out a defeated sigh. âfine, iâll go and talk to her.â
âthank you,â aeri smiled, stepping aside. âand while youâre at it, remind her that drowning her sorrows in alcohol isnât a personality trait.â
â§ïœ„ïŸ: *â§ïœ„ïŸ:*
the bar was dimly lit, the scent of citrus and wood polish thick in the air. it wasnât crowded, but the familiar hum of chatter and soft music filled the space. you scanned the room quickly, your heart sinking when you spotted her in the far corner.
minjeong sat slouched in her chair, one arm resting lazily on the table while the other clutched a half-empty glass of whiskey. her blazer hung off her shoulders, her usually neat blonde hair slightly disheveled.
she looked up as you approached, her eyes widening briefly before she looked away, taking a long sip from her drink.
âminjeong,â you called out, voice firm. âwhat are you doing here?â
she didnât answer right away, swirling the liquid in her glass. âdrinking.â
âon a tuesday night?â you pressed, sitting down across from her. âthis isnât like you.â
she snorted, the sound bitter. âmaybe you donât know me as well as you think.â
âcut the bullshit, minjeong,â you said sharply. âwhy are you here?â
she set her glass down with a thud, her lips trembling slightly. âbecause you wonât talk to me,â she said, her voice cracking. âbecause i miss you, y/n. i miss you so much and it hurts.â
her words hit you like a punch to the gut, but you refused to let your guard down. her usually cold demeanour was gone, replaced by something raw and vulnerable.
âyou donât get to say that,â you clenched your jaw. âyou donât get to sit here and cry about how much you miss me after what you did.â
she winced, her hands gripping the edge of the table. âi know, y/n. and i hate myself for it. i hate that i hurt you, that i pushed you away. but i didnât know what else to do.â
âso you thought breaking my heart in front of everyone was the solution?â you snapped, your voice trembling. âyou made me feel like i didnât matter to you, minjeong. like i was nothing.â
âyou were everything,â she said, her voice desperate. âthatâs what scared me. i thoughtâŠif i ended it, iâd protect myself. but all i did was destroy the best thing that ever happened to me.â
âwinter ââ you started, but she cut you off, her eyes finally meeting yours.
âyou have every reason to hate me,â she said, her voice breaking. âbut i canât stop thinking about you. i donât want anyone else. i just want you, for the rest of my life, iâm certain i want you.â
her confession left you stunned, the sincerity in her voice breaking down the walls youâd so carefully built. you didnât realise how much youâd needed to hear those words until now.
âyou really hurt me,â you said quietly, your voice barely above a whisper. âi donât know if i can trust you again.â
âlet me earn it,â she said, her eyes pleading. âplease, y/n. give me another chance. iâll do whatever it takes.â
her words lingered in the air, and for a moment, you hesitated; part of you wanted to walk away and protect yourself from getting hurt again.
but you loved her.
âfine,â you said finally, your voice soft. âbut youâre going to have to work for it. and right now, weâre getting you out of here.â
to your surprise, she didnât hesitate. she grabbed her blazer, threw it over her shoulders and clung to your arm as you guided her out of the bar, her grip firm as if she was afraid youâd let go.
âyou donât have to do this,â she mumbled, her voice slurred. âyou donât owe me anything.â
âyouâre right,â you said, guiding her through the door. âbut someone has to make sure you donât end up passed out on the sidewalk.â
she let out a weak laugh, her fingers tightening around your arm. âyouâre too good to me.â
âdonât push it,â you muttered, but the corners of your lips twitched.
when you reached the car, she refused to let go of your hand. even as you opened the door for her, she tugged you closer, pressing soft, clumsy kisses to your knuckles.
âminjeong,â you said, your voice tinged with exasperation. âget in the car.â
âi donât deserve you,â she murmured, her lips brushing against your skin. âbut iâll do whatever it takes to keep you this time.â
you sighed, your heart twisting as you gently pried her hands off yours and helped her into the passenger seat.
the ride to her mansion was cloaked in a heavy silence, save for the occasional sniffle from her. her head rested gently on your shoulder, her fingers entwined with yours.
the gesture felt intimate, almost too much for the charged air between you, but you didnât pull away. you werenât sure if it was to comfort her or yourself.
âi missed you,â she began, planting another gentle kiss on the back of your hand. âi wish i told you sooner.â
you hummed, nodding as you pulled up to the gates of her mansion. âi wish you did too.â
minjeong didnât move. her gaze was fixed on your joined hands, her thumb absentmindedly tracing circles over your skin. she let out a shaky breath, her lips parting as if to speak but no words came.
âwinter?â you prompted softly, your brows knitting together in concern.
she finally looked up at you, her eyes glossy and filled with something raw, vulnerable. âi donât want to go inside,â she whispered, her voice trembling.
you tilted your head. âwhy not?â
âbecauseâŠâ she hesitated, her grip on your hand tightening slightly. âbecause i donât want to be alone.â
her words hit you square in the chest, and for a moment, you didnât know how to respond. her eyes searched yours and then, hesitantly, she leaned forward just slightly, her breath warm against your lips.
she stopped, hovering close, her needy voice barely audible. âcan i kiss you? please?â
the question made your heart stutter. the vulnerability in her voice; you could see how much this moment mattered to her, how much she was holding herself back, waiting for your permission.
âminjeong,â you let out a shaky breath; unsure. âyouâve been drinking. youâre not sober and i donât want to take advantage of you.â
she shook her head quickly, her fingers tightening around yours. âitâs not like that,â she pleaded, her voice cracking slightly. âi know what iâm asking. this isnât the alcohol talking. itâs me â your winter, remember?â
you stared at her, your chest tightening as her words settled over you. âare you sure?â
âplease,â she whispered, leaning just a little closer. âjust one kiss. i need you to know how much you mean to me.â
then you nodded, your voice barely audible as you said, âokay.â
the relief on her face was instant. she leaned in slowly, giving you time to pull away if you wanted to, but you didnât. her warm lips brushed against yours softly, hesitantly, as if she was afraid of pushing too far. her hand came up to cup your cheek, her thumb brushing against your skin in a gentle, almost praising way.
her tongue darted out to meet yours, hesitant at first but growing bolder as the kiss grew more intense. your tongues danced together, a rhythm of unspoken words and emotions too overwhelming to say aloud.
her fingers moved to cup your face, thumbs brushing against your skin as if she was trying to memorise the feel of you.
she wasnât just kissing you â she was apologising, pleading and pouring every unspoken word into the way her lips moved against yours.
you hummed softly against her lips, your hands finding their way to her waist and pulling her closer. she smiled when your skin pressed against hers letting your arm snake around her body.
and once minjeong was no longer content with just that, she shifted in her seat, climbing over the console until she was straddling you in the driverâs seat. her knees pressed against the sides of the chair, her body fitting perfectly against yours as her hands tangled in your hair.
the kiss turned hungrier, more desperate, as if she was afraid this moment might slip away. her fingers pulled your hair slightly as her lips moved against yours with a hunger that made your heart race.
your hands slid up her back, pressing her closer until there wasnât an inch of space left between you.
âminjeong,â you murmured against her lips, your voice breathless but she silenced you with another kiss, her lips capturing yours in a way that made your head spin. âthis isnât one kiss.â
âplease donât push me away,â she whispered between kisses, her voice trembling. âiâll prove it to you, y/n. iâll prove that i can be better. justâŠdonât let me go.â
your hands gripped her waist, anchoring her to you. âiâm not pushing you away,â you replied softly, your lips brushing against hers. âbut this doesnât fix everything.â
âi know,â she mumbled quickly, her forehead resting against yours. âbut i miss you, iâm sorry.â
you kissed her again, slower this time, more deliberate. your tongues moved together in the same rhythm, her hands trailing down to your shoulders, her touch lingering as if she was afraid you might vanish.
when you finally broke apart, both of you were breathing heavily, your foreheads still pressed together. her eyes fluttered open and she looked at you with so much adoration in her eyes.
âcome inside,â she whispered, her voice soft but insistent. âplease, stay with me tonight.â
âokay,â you pressed a kiss against her cheek, your voice steady despite the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside you. âletâs go.â
â§ïœ„ïŸ: *â§ïœ„ïŸ:*
the end.
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YOUR TAGS đ„” MA'AM PLEASE CONTINUE
omg, well, if you insist. for context, @goodwithcheese poll here
javier peña x f!reader
warnings: nsfw. 18+. smut. like actually just filth.
you've made peña make a lot of noise.
the grunts when you've let him fuck you on his desk. papers scattering, burying your own cries of his name against his neck out of fear some poor cleaner will think someone is being murdered.
but then there's the time you corner him in an empty room, desperate for him as much as he is for you, and he tells you "Hermosa, wanna make you feel good", but you're already undoing his pants and getting on your knees. and fuck, that look in his eyes and the moan he elicits when you free himâmouth not even wrapped around him yet.
but, when your lips wrap around his cock, fuck it's guttural. comes from somewhere deep within. it's a grunt and a moan combined, a snarl as you take as much of him down your pretty little throat and handle the rest with your hand. the noises only increase when he opens his eyes to look down at you, spit and his spend collected all over your chin, your skirt risen up to cut into the top of your thighs, fucking eager for him to fill your mouth. you're ruined, a mess, an absolute fucking disgrace but you don't care. not about the way your makeup is ruined; you're likely to need to shower even if he hasn't touched you.
then, there's later. when you've thrown your keys into the bowl, undoing buttons on your blouse as you round the corner to the kitchen. not knowing he's already there, already home, all but surprised to find him waiting, a coffee brewed and already half drunk. but, that's forgotten when your own whimper paints the air, it turning into an oomf when he pulls you flush, mouth sliding over yours with expertise as his fingers dig into cloth-covered flesh as though he wants your body to blend into his.
you whine when he pushes his cock into you, when your back is flush to his chest and you can hear the low pants he's trying to bury and conceal. but you want to hear him, a thing you tell himâpractically command, a thing alone that makes him hiss your name into your ear as his hand grasps your hip.
then, you're bathed in moans, wrapped in them, newly baptised in the sounds you're making him make as you clench and tell him how good he feels, how big he is, that you're his as he grunts into your ear, nose against your hairline as he spills inside of you.
but those sounds are different from the ones he makes when his tongue circles your clit. when his mouth sucks and his tongue lathes across your core. when he's pressing fingers inside of you as you arch into him, a curse, cry and whimper of words that somehow make a sentence as he makes you come again. it's only smothered by the noises your body makes as he buries his face against you, as he moans into your pussy, more so when you pull on his hair. when you yank it between your fingers and come, blinded by white as your body tremors and shakes.
but, still, the best noise that you pull from javier peña is the curse-wrapped moan he released when you stripped for him that first time. when you stood in front of him, nervous as fuck and naked.
that one, fuck that one, is burned into your fucking mind.
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Hobie Headcannons cs some of yâall be treating this man like heâs some white goth nga thatâs never had black experiences đđ these are js off the top of my head so donât tweak out⊠JUH VIBE
Heâs most likely Jamaican/British or African/British because heâs from the UK
He has had multiple people try to force him into playing basketball at least once because heâs 6â5
âMan, so you telling me you ainât never tried going D1?â
âNever even played.â
âNIGGA WHAT?â
Has gotten his hand popped multiple times from touching his hair while getting it done
âHow many do you have left?â
âBoy move that damn hand.â
Gives horrible advice then says âbut I donât kno, thats just meâ
âShe cheated on me bru. Like cheated. Called me ON FACETIME while they was hunchin.â
âMe personally I would find the guy and start a gas leak in their house while his family is sleeping. But ion kno, thatâs just me tho.â
Played soccer as a kid with a makeshift paper soccer ball
Was one of those kids who were forced to finish their plate before leaving the dinner table so he would sit at the table till the next day playing with his food
Illegally listens to and downloads most of the music he likes
âWanna do a Spotify blend?â
âYâall use that shi?â
âwho df are you broâŠâ
Will side eye you till you burst out laughing if you both see something crazy in publicÂ
Sung chi-chi man religiously as a child before he knew what the song meant (iykyk)
Takes pictures of white people with braids or locs
Hobie: Attachment: 1
disgusting creaturesâŠ
Hangs trash bags on his doorknobs around the house
Had entire debates as a child with older people at the cookout on why he should be able to eat ribs instead of hotdogs
âThese steaks for the adults, go grab a lil hotdog and a juice.â
âBut why? Canât we both eat and enjoy the same things without you having to dehumanize me and view me only as a child without preferences for food?â
âBoy go get that fuckin hotdog and caprisun get out my face.â
Had his hairline pushed back astronomically far when he was little (Nigerian boy canon event)
On the other hand he probably never had his hair cut as a kid and started free-forming when he was young (Iâm conflicted between both)
Constantly had a smart mouth as a kid (he still does), like CONSTANTLY. Once he got his lips snatched and balled into a fist
Would steal, get caught and say is âit cause Iâm black?â
âYo, were you stealing back there?â
âWhy bruv? Cause Iâm black?â
âNevermind.â
Touches hot ass food with his bare hands. Like he will flip pancakes with his hands.
Can literally sleep anywhere.. like anywhere. People in his band have pictures of him hunched over on sinks, sleeping on bathroom floors, in bathtubs with the curtains wrapped around him, on the bus. Anywhere you can think of.
He doesnât spend much money on birthday gifts or gifts in general. He likes to make things by hand even if he has to spend a few weeks
After his shows he loves to meet people in the crowd, even if they freak out. He isnât really for the idolizing so he doesnât know how to express his emotions too much on that.
âOH MY GOD HOBIE!?!â
âi aint think i was that special but thanks luvâ
âą His jacket makes HELLA noise and he doesnât realize it. Just like if he had beads in his hair.
âimma get bro good this time..â
âHobie donât even try to scare me, i hear that big ass jacket thumpin down the hallway.â
âą The first time he kissed a girl with lip piercings like his, they got caught on each other. They sat there for almost half and hour trying to untangle each other without hurting each other.
âą Heâs definitely been called a few different celebrities before, none really looked like him.
âAre you playboi carti?!â
âBruv.â
over.
âYour that rockstar dude lancey right?â
âbruâŠâ
and over.
âyou Opium?â
âIâm starting to feel this is lowkey sterotypicalâŠâ
and over again.
âą When heâs in the pit at concerts he looks out for the younger people towards the front to make sure they donât get thrashed around too hard.
âyou good youngân?â
âI CANT FEEL MY FACEâ
âthatâs cool tooâ
âą He only really steals from big corporations, not small family owned places. Just out of respect. Even when they say he can take things for free he still pays, maybe a few dollars over budget.
âą He loves collecting trinkets and little things he finds on the streets or backstage. He has multiple spoons, buttons and scrap fabrics laying around
âą When he first learned about capitalism he realized it everywhere, like EVERYWHERE. That boy was pissed.
âą He loves girls who can beat him tf up, like whoop his ass. Or girls who will cuss him tf out. Sometimes you both will be arguing and heâll just sit back and let you go off on him.
anyways yawl thatâs it lmk if I should drop some more this was fun asl to make đ
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s2 daryl cries during sex but let me explain !!
iâm talking kissing him at the farm when heâs strayed away from everyone, when heâs comfortable by the lone tree and making fires of his own. itâs you moving in first and you with a hand against his jaw, until heâs reciprocating with a vigor much stronger than yours. and heâs not good at kissing, but the eagernessâthe intensity in which he pursues you at the mouthâveils it well.
and when the sex does creep in, when heâs digging blunt fingernails into the grass beside your head, itâs like a dam thatâs been cracked. while it does send spurts of pleasure rippling up your spine, it does for daryl as well but perhaps in an entirely different manner. heâs punched out grunts that slowly blend into these loud, high-pitched whines and the erratic pace of his hips against yours become completely untamed.
the control he holds so tightly on to dissipates, then heâs coming. i think the tearsâwhich arenât many, itâs moreso in the broken off inhales in his chestâcome afterwards. while collapsed atop of you with sweat lining his hairline, daryl, for only this moment, lets go of the leeches thatâd been sucking him dry since heâd began noticing, anyways. heâs so pent up.
i think perhaps he cries because he can. burning energy, burning off certain emotions thatâd been tugging him down. and heâd just been subject to the feeling of getting it all out, which heâd been entirely overdue for.
oh oh and i think it embarrasses him so much so that he takes it out on you a bit. âfuck this,â while heâs hurriedly buttoning himself back up. and he avoids you for days on end because heâs a coward in the face of emotional connections, but heâs not to blame itâs his upbringing, your honor!
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The Cover | part 4
Y/N and Harry, lifelong best friends, pretend to be a couple for a family wedding weekend in Edinburgh. As they navigate the event, old feelings resurface, and what starts as an act turns into something real, leading them to confront their true emotions for one another.
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As the evening wore on, the rehearsal dinner turned into a carefree celebration under the soft glow of fairy lights. Laughter filled the warm air, wine glasses clinked, and the once-formal atmosphere relaxed into something more boozy and free-spirited. Most guests had trickled out, leaving behind only close family and friends, including the bride, who was barefoot and swaying on the grass.
Harry sat at the large wooden table, eyes on the makeshift dance floor where family members stumbled over each other, laughing. His blazer was discarded over his chair, the top buttons of his shirt undone, a sheen of sweat glistening on his chest. The summer night was humid, and the heat from earlier hung in the air, clinging to everyone like a heavy blanket. Harry ran a hand through his tousled curls, the dampness at his hairline a reminder of how sticky the night had become.
Harry leaned back in his chair, one arm draped over the backrest, the other holding a glass of whiskey, now mostly just melted ice. He hadnât been drinking much since the toasts, but the buzz from earlier still lingered, making him feel a little lighter than usual. His shirt clung to his chest, damp from the heat, and he unbuttoned another button to catch some air.
Across the yard, Y/N spun in her floral dress, laughter echoing in the warm night air, blending with the upbeat music from the DJ. Her cheeks were flushed, hair wild from dancing and drinks. She was the brightest thing in the yard, a glowing figure of joy among the family still hanging around.
Harry took a slow sip from his glass, his gaze never leaving her. She was magneticâthe way her dress swayed, the way she threw her head back when she laughed. It was impossible not to be drawn to her.
His shirt collar felt tight again, and Harry absentmindedly tugged at it, his eyes tracing the way Y/Nâs dress hugged her in all the right places. There was something about the way she moved tonightâso free, so completely herself. It was like watching the most beautiful thing in the world, no filters, no pretenses.
He exhaled, a mix of admiration and frustration settling in. They hadnât confessed anything yetâno love, no admissions of the truth that lingered between them. Watching her from the sidelines, it hit him just how deep he was in it.
Y/Nâs cousin twirled her on the "dance floor," and for a split second, she stumbled, giggling as she caught herself. Beth, now barefoot, joined in, and the three of themâY/N, her cousin, and Bethâstarted dancing in a clumsy circle, arms around each otherâs shoulders.
The groupâs laughter rang louder than the music, and even Y/Nâs cousinâwho had spent the evening showing off her fiancĂ© and trying to impress Harryâwas caught up in the happy, drunken haze of the night.
Harry sighed, rolling his shoulders and sinking back into his chair, the sweat on his skin cooling in the evening air. His gaze never left Y/N as she moved, effortlessly beautiful. It struck him again how out of place she seemed hereâsurrounded by these people, with their petty remarks and forced conversations. She was so much more than that. Watching her dance, carefree and full of life, made his chest tighten.
Then, as Y/N spun in the circle, her eyes met his. For a moment, her smile softened, more intimate, before she waved at him playfully, inviting him to join. Harry shook his head, raising his glass in a half-teasing salute.
She pouted, narrowing her eyes at him before rolling them and letting her arms drop from her cousin and Beth. Without missing a beat, she marched toward him, the fabric of her dress brushing her legs with each step.
âYouâre really just going to sit there all night?â Y/N teased, standing in front of him with her hands on her hips. Her voice was light, but the challenge in her eyes was undeniable.
âIâm enjoying the view,â Harry replied, his voice lower than he meant to. He grinned, but there was no mistaking the heat behind his gaze.
Y/Nâs lips curved into a knowing smile, and she tilted her head, studying him for a moment. âThe viewâs better up close,â she said, holding out her hand.
Harry stared at her outstretched hand, the challenge and playful spark in her eyes tempting him. It was impossible not to be drawn in. His heart raced, the idea of crossing that line between friendship and something more pulling him in.
For a moment, he considered brushing her off with another excuse. But something shifted. A decision settled in his chest, heavy but certain.
Without another word, he reached out, his hand taking hers. Instead of getting up, he tugged her gently toward him. Y/N gasped in surprise as he pulled her close, his grip firm but careful. She stumbled slightly, and before she could react, Harry pulled her down onto his lap.
âHarryââ she whispered, voice breathless, the protest fading before it even left her lips.
Harry wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her close. Y/N's legs draped over his lap as she sat sideways on him, his other hand settling on her thigh. The warmth of his touch seeped through the fabric of her dress, the floral print fluttering slightly as she adjusted. The delicate pattern contrasted with the intimacy of the moment.
His heart raced, but he kept his voice steady. âThought youâd look better here,â he murmured, his words laced with both playfulness and something deeper.
Y/N looked up at him, wide-eyed and speechless for a moment, her cheeks flushed from the sudden closeness. She shifted in his lap, slow and tentative, the nervous energy between them thick and palpable. Neither of them had fully acknowledged the tension before.
Her hands found his chest, fingers brushing against the open buttons of his shirt. She swallowed hard. âHarry, what are you doing?â she whispered, her voice trembling slightly. Was it a challenge? A question? Or just a way to steady herself in the chaos of emotions between them?
He smirked, though his heart felt like it might burst. "I donât want to dance," he murmured in her ear. "I prefer being here with you."
Her breath hitched at his words. For a moment, she didnât know what to say. Sheâd always hidden her feelings, pushed them aside, but this felt different. It felt real. The way Harryâs arms held her, the way his breath brushed against her skinâit was as if theyâd always been this close, even when they hadnât.
Y/N bit her lip, her nerves taking over for a moment. She wasnât sure if this was just Harry being playful or if something had really changed between them. But as she sat in his lap, his hand on her thigh, the truth felt undeniable.
Harry could feel her hesitation, the tension in her posture, caught between leaning into him and pulling away. His thumb brushed over the fabric of her dress, a small, reassuring touch, silently telling her it was okay to stay.
âRelax,â he whispered in her ear, his voice low and soft. âJust⊠stay.â
Y/N exhaled, her body melting into his as she allowed herself to give in to the moment. She leaned her head back against his chest, their breaths syncing as they sat close and quiet, the fading party around them.
The world blurred into a soft hum, the laughter and music fading into the background. All that remained was the warmth of Harryâs embrace, the steady beat of his heart beneath her hand, and the electricity of their unspoken feelings finally surfacing.
Y/N closed her eyes for a moment, her hand resting over Harryâs on her thigh, fingers intertwining. âWhat are we doing, Harry?â she whispered, her voice barely audible.
He didnât answer right away. Instead, he tightened his hold on her, his lips near her temple. âIâm not sure,â he murmured, âbut I donât want to stop.â
Her heart fluttered at his words. For the first time that night, she allowed herself to believeâjust a littleâthat maybe he felt the same way she did.
Y/N took a deep breath, summoning the courage she needed. The alcohol made her head spin, but it also gave her the boldness to act. She knew if anything was going to happen, it had to be now.
Suddenly, she stood up from his lap. Harry looked up at her, surprise and curiosity flashing in his eyes. Y/N reached for his glass, brushing against his fingers as she took it. Without breaking eye contact, she downed his drink in one swift motion.
Harryâs gaze was intense, a mix of desire and uncertainty in his eyes. Y/Nâs heart raced, but she ignored the nerves and extended her hand to himâan invitation, a challenge, all in one.
For a moment, Harry hesitated, his eyes searching hers. Then, slowly, deliberately, he took her hand. Y/N felt a jolt of electricity as their fingers intertwined. With a gentle tug, she pulled him up from his seat, their bodies close, the tension between them undeniable.
Without a word, Y/N led Harry away from the fading party, through the quiet halls of the house. The sounds of laughter and music drifted behind them, their footsteps echoing softly in the silence, their heartbeats quickening in sync.
They reached the door to their shared bedroom, and Y/N paused, her hand on the doorknob. She turned to face Harry, her eyes searching his.
His gaze was intense, a mix of desire and something deeper. He reached out, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. The simple touch sent shivers down her spine.
âAre you sure about this?â he whispered, his voice low and husky.
Y/N nodded, her voice barely audible. âIâve never been more sure of anything.â
With that, she turned the doorknob, and they stepped into the room together, closing the door behind them. The night was far from over, and whatever happened next would change everything.
Y/N woke up before Harry, her head pounding slightly from the drinks of last night. The dull throb of a hangover tugged at her, but the memories of the night before were as vivid as ever. Every touch, every whispered word, every lingering momentâit was all clear in her mind.
She lay there for a moment, blinking against the soft morning light filtering through the curtains. Her gaze drifted to Harry, lying beside her on his stomach, completely naked. The sheet had been kicked off during the night, leaving him uncovered. His broad back rose and fell with each slow breath, muscles relaxed, his messy curls falling across his forehead. He looked peaceful, vulnerable, and breathtakingly beautiful.
For a brief moment, Y/N let herself admire himâthe smooth lines of his back, the curve of his spine, the way his body seemed perfectly at ease. A warmth spread through her chest, not just from the memories of their night together, but from the way Harry made her feel in this quiet, unspoken moment.
With a sigh, she slipped out of bed as quietly as possible. Grabbing a pair of pajamas from her suitcase, she slipped them on, the soft fabric comforting against her skin. Her mind buzzed with thoughts of the day aheadâthe wedding, the ceremony, the reception.
Y/N cast one last glance at Harry before tiptoeing out of the room. She needed a moment to herselfâand some breakfastâbefore the chaos of the day began.
Heading downstairs, she stepped into the dining room, still feeling the faint throb of a hangover, but the promise of coffee and food was enough to offer some relief. She spotted her cousin and Beth immediately. Both looked worse for wear after last night's festivities. Beth was lounging in her chair, sipping a Bloody Mary with a smug expression, while Y/Nâs cousinâthe brideâwas nursing her headache with a cold compress pressed to her puffy face, slowly nibbling on toast.
"Morning," Y/N greeted as she made her way to the coffee pot, pouring herself a steaming cup. She sat down at the table, hoping the caffeine would kick in and help her survive the day ahead. Bethâs eyes sparkled mischievously as she took another sip of her drink.
"So," Beth said, leaning forward with a sly grin. "Where did you disappear off to last night?"
Y/Nâs cheeks flushed with heat, the memory of waking up next to Harry still fresh in her mind. She tried to play it cool, taking a long sip of her coffee before responding. "We just... went to bed early," she said, keeping her tone casual, hoping to brush it off. "Nothing exciting."
Bethâs grin only grew wider. "Uh-huh. Sure. You just went to sleep, huh?" She leaned in, lowering her voice like they were sharing a secret. "Come on, Y/N, donât be shy. Youâre a dirty girl now, arenât you?"
Y/N nearly choked on her coffee, her face burning even hotter as she shot a glare at Beth. "Beth, seriously," she muttered, feeling more exposed than she wanted to admit. Before she could say anything else, her cousin, the bride, spoke up.
"Iâm actually glad we have a moment to talk alone," her cousin said, setting down her toast and focusing her attention on Y/N. Her voice was sweet, but there was a sharpness in it that immediately put Y/N on edge. "Iâve been wanting to bring this up for a while now."
Y/Nâs pulse quickened as she turned to face her cousin. "Oh?"
Her cousin smiled tightly, pressing the ice pack harder against her swollen face. "Iâve been meaning to say⊠Iâm a bit surprised, to be honest." She gave a small, pointed shrug before continuing. "That someone like Harry would notice⊠well, someone like you."
Y/Nâs heart sank, though sheâd braced herself for comments like this. Hearing it still stung. Her cousinâs words were dripping with condescension, like she couldnât believe Harry would even look twice at Y/N, let alone be interested.
"Someone like me?" Y/N echoed, her voice calm but guarded, forcing herself to keep her tone even.
Her cousin waved a hand dismissively. "You know what I mean. Youâve always been so quiet, so reserved. And Harryâs... well, heâs Harry Styles. A global superstar. Itâs just... unexpected, thatâs all."
Y/Nâs stomach twisted as insecurity rose to the surface. Sheâd always known Harryâs fame was a shadow that loomed over everything, especially in situations like this. But hearing it like this? It felt personal. It felt like her cousin was questioning her worth, her place beside Harry.
Before Y/N could think of a response, Beth cut in with a sharp laugh. "Oh, shut up," she said, dismissing the brideâs thinly veiled insult with a wave of her hand. "Harry doesnât care about all that. If anything, heâs lucky Y/N even looks at him."
Y/N shot Beth a grateful glance, feeling the tension shift slightly in the room, but her cousin wasnât done. She leaned back in her chair, sizing Y/N up with an unreadable look. "Well, I suppose weâll see," she said, her voice laced with skepticism. "But itâs just... different. I never would've guessed."
Y/N swallowed, trying to keep her composure, but her cousinâs words hung in the air like a cloud she couldnât shake. She took a deep breath, forcing a smile despite the nervous flutter in her chest. "Yeah," Y/N said softly. "It is different."
Beth, ever the firecracker, raised her Bloody Mary in a mock toast. "Different is good."
Y/Nâs cousinâs voice dripped with saccharine sweetness, her next words like poison. "I mean, youâre just so... simple," she said, emphasizing the word in a way that felt anything but kind. "And thatâs okay! Not everyone has to be flashy or... glamorous." She waved her hand dismissively, as if to brush aside any possibility that Y/N could be more than what she was implying. "Youâve always been the quiet one, the one in the background. I suppose some people might find that... charming."
Y/N forced a tight smile, but her cousinâs words stung deeper than she expected. Doubt crept in with every backhanded comment. Was she really that unremarkable? Did everyone see her the way her cousin didâas someone who didnât quite belong with someone like Harry?
Beth wasnât having any of it. âSimple?â she scoffed. âYou mean down-to-earth, realânot fake like some people I can name.â
Her cousin smirked, clearly pleased with herself. âLook at Harryâs usual typeâmodels, actresses. Saw him with that model in London last week? They looked so into each other.â
Y/N froze, her stomach twisting. âWhat model?â she barely managed to ask.
Her cousin leaned back, eyes sparkling. âYou mustâve seen the pictures. They were everywhere. Harry was all over her. Thought they were dating.â
Y/Nâs head spun, images of Harry with someone else filling her mind. She hadnât seen those photos, but the thought gnawed at her.
Beth wasnât having it. âCan you stop stirring shit? Harryâs here with Y/N, clearly doesnât care about some random model.â
Y/Nâs cousin didnât respond, just gave a tight smile. Y/N tried to ignore the sinking feeling in her chest.
Y/Nâs cousin gave her a sweet, condescending smile. âI just thought they looked so... in love. But who knows?â Her eyes glinted, clearly relishing the discomfort she was trying to stir.
Y/N felt the doubt creep in, but instead of reacting, she straightened her back. She locked eyes with her cousin and said, her tone ice-cold, âYou know, I could say a lot of things right now. Things that would take that smug look off your face.â
Her cousin blinked, caught off guard. Y/N smiled, the edge never leaving her voice. âBut since itâs your wedding day, Iâll keep them to myself. Iâll play the part, smile for the cameras, and make sure everythingâs âperfect.ââ
With that, Y/N turned and walked away, the weight of the moment settling in as she left her cousin speechless. No more doubts. Not today.
Y/N shot her cousin a cold smile, letting the weight of her words sink in. "After today, weâll be strangers. I donât plan on speaking to someone so self-absorbed and cold-hearted ever again."
Beth raised an eyebrow, impressed by Y/N's bluntness, but her cousin's face fell, her shock turning to indignation. Before she could respond, Y/N brushed off her hands nonchalantly. "Now, if youâll excuse me, let me know when hair and makeup get here," she said casually, turning on her heel and walking out.
But as soon as the door closed behind her, Y/Nâs facade cracked. The anger that had fueled her words faded, replaced by confusion and pain. Her heart raced, and doubts flooded her mind. Was her cousin right? Did she really belong in Harryâs world? Or was this all just a fantasy? The thought of facing him upstairsâof confronting everything she was feelingâfelt too overwhelming. She couldnât do it, not now.
Y/N slipped quietly through the back door into the garden, the crisp morning air doing little to ease the storm inside her. Coffee cup in hand, she made her way to a small table, steam rising from the mug, the only warmth she could feel.
Her hands shook as she took a sip, the bitter taste matching the thoughts spiraling in her mind. The garden, serene and beautiful, felt like a different world from the chaos in her head.
She had no answers, no idea what to do, or where to go. It all felt like it was slipping through her fingers.
Y/N gripped the mug tightly, trying to steady her racing thoughts. But before she could find her peace, the back door creaked open.
Her mom stormed out, face flushed with anger. Y/N didnât need to ask whyâher cousin had already run to her, no doubt twisting things to make her the villain.
"Y/N!" her momâs voice cut through the silence, sharp and demanding. âWhat did you say to your cousin?â
Y/N tensed, her heart sinking. Of course, this was coming. She didnât even look at her mom, just stared into her coffee, hoping it would swallow her whole.
"She came to me in tears, Y/N! Tears! On her wedding day! How could you be so cruel?"
Y/N bit the inside of her cheek, keeping her voice steady. She didnât want to argueânot when she felt so broken inside. "You donât know what she said to me," she murmured. "Sheâs been making snide remarks all morningâabout me, about Harry. About everything."
Her mom crossed her arms, annoyed. "Sheâs the bride, Y/N! You couldâve let it go. Itâs one day. Now look at what youâve done. The whole family is talking about it."
Y/Nâs chest tightened. "Itâs always about how things look, isnât it?" she muttered, almost to herself. "I didnât want to make a scene, but I wasnât going to let her tear me down, not today. Not when Iâm alreadyâ" she stopped, not wanting to show just how fragile she felt. "Not when she was being completely out of line."
Y/Nâs heart dropped as her motherâs words hit their mark. âOut of line?â Her mom scoffed. âShe was just pointing out the obvious. Harry isnât like us. Heâs not⊠your type. And everyone knows it. You shouldâve thought twice before bringing him into all of this.â
The sting of her motherâs words cut deep. It was like being told, once again, that she didnât fit in. That she was too much of an outsider, even in her own life. She felt small, like everything sheâd worked so hard for wasnât enough to make her belong.
âMom,â Y/N whispered, trying to hold back the wave of emotion building in her chest. âWhy do you always make me feel like Iâm not enough?â
Her mother paused, just for a second, before shaking her head, as if dismissing Y/Nâs hurt. âIâm just saying you need to be realistic,â she said, voice lowering as if that would soften the blow. âHarryâs great, but he doesnât belong here. You donât belong here. You need to think about whatâs best for you.â
That was it. The words that would stay with Y/N for days. The ones that would echo in her mind, repeating like a broken record. She wanted to scream, to tell her mom how much it hurt, but instead, all she could do was blink back the tears. She didnât have the strength to keep fighting, not now, not with everything weighing on her.
âJust⊠fix this,â her mom ordered, voice soft but still holding that cold command. âMake it right before the wedding starts. You owe her that.â
Y/N felt the world close in, her heart sinking lower than she ever thought it could.
Y/Nâs heart sank as her mom walked away, leaving her standing in the cold. No response. No comfort. Just the weight of her words hanging in the air. She wiped at the tears that had started to spill, her chest tight with everything she couldnât say, everything she couldnât change.
She dragged herself upstairs, each step heavier than the last. Her mind was a mess, full of her cousinâs cruel comments and her momâs cold disappointment. What was she supposed to do with all of this? Where could she go?
When she opened the bedroom door, the warm steam from the shower hit her like a wave, and there he wasâHarry. Freshly showered, his damp hair curling at the ends, wearing nothing but a towel around his waist. He was toweling off, his back to her. For a moment, she stood frozen. Her heart ached, unsure of how to handle the storm brewing inside her.
Then he turned around, his face lighting up when he saw her. âHey, there you are,â he said, walking toward her with that familiar smile. But then, his expression faltered when he noticed the tear stains on her face, the redness in her eyes.
âHey, whatâs wrong?â he asked softly, his hand reaching for her. He moved toward her as if to kiss her, but stopped short, brow furrowed in concern.
Y/N opened her mouth, but no words came out. She tried to smile, to act like it wasnât a big deal, but it wasâeverything felt too big. Her throat tightened, and the tears started all over again.
Harryâs face softened, his hands cupping her face gently as he wiped at the fresh tears. âTalk to me. What happened?â
Y/Nâs heart raced in her chest. The question she didnât want to ask, but needed to, bubbled up. âAre you seeing someone? A model?â
Harry froze. The question caught him off guard. âWhat? A model?â
Y/N's voice trembled, her tears barely held back. âAre you seeing a model, Harry? Please, just tell me the truth.â
Harry looked at her, confused. âWhat? No, Iâm not seeing anyone. Whereâs this coming from?â
She choked on her words. âMy cousin said she saw pictures of you with someone in London last week, andââ
He immediately softened, understanding clicking. âY/N, listen to me,â he said, his voice steady and warm. âIf I was seeing someone, youâd know. Iâm not dating anyone. Itâs just you and me.â
Her heart lifted with the sincerity in his voice. He pulled her closer, his forehead resting against hers. âYou know how the media isâthey make stories out of nothing. Those pictures? Nothing serious. Just some event.â
Y/N closed her eyes, leaning into him. âIâm sorry,â she whispered. âItâs just⊠everything here has me so confused.â
Y/N melted into Harry's embrace, the warmth of his words easing the ache in her chest.
Harry held her close, his hand soothing her hair. He pulled back slightly, his green eyes full of concern. "Y/N, we don't have to stay here," he said gently. "We can leave right now. You don't have to stay if it's making you feel like this."
Her heart raced as she blinked up at him. âBut itâs the weddingâŠâ
âI donât care,â he cut in, shaking his head. âI donât want to see you upset over something your cousin said. You donât need to deal with that. Not another second.â He cupped her face, his eyes searching hers. âWe can go. Weâll pack up, drive back to Londonâjust you and me. Leave all this behind.â
Y/N felt her chest tighten, knowing he meant it. He would drop everything for her, even for the weekend. The sincerity in his voice made her heart ache.
âI donât want to see you hurt, love,â Harry murmured. âIf staying here means youâre miserable, then letâs go. We can make our own weekend. No pressure, no fake smiles, no cruel comments.â
Y/N swallowed hard, the idea of leaving so tempting. But she still hesitated. âHarry, I... I donât know.â
He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. âItâs your choice. We stay if you want, but you donât owe anyone here anything. Not even your family.â
Y/N rested her hands on Harryâs chest, leaning into his warmth. The idea of running away with him was tempting, but she couldnât just walk awayânot now, not after everything. Still, his words meant everything.
âI⊠I think I want to stay,â she whispered, voice steady. âI donât want to run, Harry. Not from them.â
Harry nodded, brushing his thumb over her cheek. âAlright. But if you change your mind, weâre gone. Iâll pack in a heartbeat.â His small smile made her laugh softly, despite the tears still clinging to her lashes.
âThank you,â she murmured, sinking back into his arms. âFor everything.â
âIâve got you, always,â Harry whispered, his breath warm against her hair. âNo matter what.â
The wedding was beautiful. Y/N couldnât deny it. Despite the tension with her cousin, the love between the bride and groom was undeniable. Her cousinâs eyes sparkled as she walked down the aisle, and the way her fiancĂ© looked at herâlike she was the only person in the worldâhad Y/Nâs heart swelling. She even teared up a little.
Though Y/N hadnât patched things up with her cousin, she didnât feel the need to apologize. She knew sheâd done nothing wrong. Her cousinâs hurtful words had crossed a line, and Y/N wasnât about to apologize for standing her ground. Harry agreed, and that was all that mattered.
As for Harry? He was the star of the wedding. Eyes constantly on him, people whispering and sneaking glances, captivated by the famous face. But Harry didnât seem to care. His focus was entirely on one person.
Y/N.
he was wearing a sky-blue silk dress that seemed to float with every step. The fabric hugged her perfectly, and her hair tumbled in loose waves around her shoulders. Harry couldnât tear his eyes away. Throughout the ceremony, the reception, and every moment in between, his gaze never left herâshe was the most breathtaking thing in the room.
No matter how many people tried to pull him into conversation, Harry stayed focused on her. His hand found hers more than once, squeezing it under the table during speeches, or brushing her back as they weaved through the crowd.
Every time Y/N caught his gaze, her heart skipped a beat. That warm, genuine smileâjust for herâmade her feel like she was the only person in the world. There was an unspoken bond between them, growing stronger with every minute that passed.
As the night wore on, filled with laughter and celebration, Y/N couldnât help but feel a deep sense of pride. Not just for standing up for herself, but for the man standing by her side.
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