#drew and margaux

[k-wame]

JEDIDIAH GOODACRE as Drew Margaux (2022) • Horror • Thriller • dir. Steven C. Miller

[meera000]

Arboretum shadow selfi+ my hand (ellie's pics)

lovely day on the ground with my friends. i always get so sleepy after spending time in the sun, but in a good way. we set up some blankets in a shaded spot and ate and played a game and drew and chatted. after a bit i got up and lay down in the grass and rolled around for like half an hour. at some point felt like

(i stopped writing this post bc hayden came by and now i forget where that sentence was going. we watched margaux williamson's teenager hamlet which i am currently ,for lack of a better word, pondering)

but basically i forgot how much i need the sun and grass to roll around in. i feel exhausted but also so energetic: like i could jump up and down and then fall asleep,and it becomes a cycle. laying in the grass was deffo top 10 life moments… zero coherent thoughts except woww that's a long blade!! or realizing that i needed to stretch and then roll over. i hit the most insane stretch where i twisted my torso while keeping my legs in place. then i rolled over. literally i extended my lifespan with that.

[toaster-fire-art]

Self-care OC mini Lore dump part 2

Arthur's character sheet is here, and Nick's here

Thallen's Valentine's and Talen's sheets + Eddie & Axel & Elias

Galen, Gale for short, is the youngest son of a once prominent knight named Alistar, a stubborn man with high expectations. At times those expectations get too high, as Gale's mother succumbs to illness. After Alistar's untimely passing, Gale took up his father's sword (and attitude) as Athur's knight and loyal, though unwilling, bodyguard.

Gale-coded songs that I refuse to elaborate on that I jotted down are Hot Faced by Margaux, Bird's Nest by Jordaan Mason, and Honeywell by Clem Turner.

Though not all of me this time I could call out Brams @belovedknightdraws for just being Gale, I love you dear. Once again, going off of original old designs but fully fleshed out and tangible now. Oh! and featuring Jinx, Gale's hound. Not a huge dog person but he's a good boy. Like I said on Arthur's, he's had 10 years of development, and although I drew them constantly, I'm only comfortable sharing them now. Not the old drawings, those just get to be alluded to in these more "official" character sheets.

[sleepygamerotaku]

I finally drew Margaux

She's so pretty!!!

[handstiedheart]

Drew: Good luck.

Margaux: Bye.

Drew: Bye.

[greatell]

My issue with GH is that it delays storylines for too long. It also backtracks way too often. Shiloh dead should have been the end of the story, and yet they have to add more on because the fans want to see Jasam be miserable 11 months out of the year and happy for a month at most lol. Also, the flash drive with Drew’s memories on it. They delayed it so much that Billy Miller and Elizabeth Hendrickson left. The Jonah/Wiley storyline is still going on. They need to realize that shorter is better.

Don’t forget the Sasha storyline not ending when Lulu revealed the truth. I don’t delude myself into thinking JaSam should be together 24/7, happy playing house. But since they’ve reunited they’ve probably been together a total of a month. They couldn’t be together publicly because of Drew. Then they “broke up” for the Shiloh storyline. And now Sam is in jail. They get a week or two together before being ripped apart. And even when they are together we get a minute of them being a couple or a family with Danny before the Shiloh or now Peter talk starts. The only time we get short or face paced storyline is when someone like margaux or drew were leaving. This show needs to cut down on the cast, cut down on the repetitive storylines, cut out all the sexual assault storylines, and have no storyline go beyond 6 months. There’s too much dead weight on this show and it’s costing other storylines or actors leaving

[thinkingoutloud2-8]

Shiloh has something on Margaux! When Sonny asked her if Shiloh had anything on her, she didn't deny it. There's absolutely a connection here with Margaux, Shiloh, and Drew. Drew should have had way more to do with this storyline, honest to god because there's absolutely more here then what meets the eye..

[puppyluver256]

Day 11 - Shopping

Gotta get that last-minute holiday shopping done before all the sales have ended! Luckily Margaux's pretty much finished up here, got the last few things on her shopping list.

Commissions ~ Redbubble ~ Patreon

~If you like, please consider reblogging to show your friends!~

Margaux Berloiz © @littlemissylissamel Artwork © PuppyLuver Studios

[deputy-ajay-ghale]

I mean..  Drew isn't wrong about thinking Dawson is ingenuous. He just went through watching Nelle deceive 60% of Port Charles and because of that, Carly was sent away bc she thought she was crazy and Michael's newborn baby is "dead'.  

[k-wame]

JEDIDIAH GOODACRE as Drew Margaux (2022) • Horror • Thriller • dir. Steven C. Miller

[thismightgetboring]

Ya know something, I dont hate Margaux. Something about her, I like she doesn't give a shit about Sonny and his power and she actually seems determined. Like I don't see her and him hitting the sheets. And she and Drew could he cute.

[thecrenellations]

Queen’s Thief Appreciation, Day 11: Favorite Outfit* - A study of Helen

Please come along with me and @storieswelove on a chronological journey through six of Helen’s outfits as they evolve ... from the sheepskin coat she wears as a nine-year-old (the first character we meet in the timeline of the series!) to clothes chosen by others with various motivations and clothes she chooses herself.

I drew the Helens, and Margaux came up with this concept, wrote the accompanying gems of missing scenes, and (along with Maggie) has infused my mind with fashion references over the past few months, in the best way, while encouraging my art always.

crossposted here on AO3

*ok, we did pick more than one outfit

“Eddis” Hunting Jacket

“High up in the mountains there was still quite a bit of snow, and she shivered even in her sheepskin jacket.” - “Eddis” (reference)

“There you are, my dear,” Xanthe said as she buttoned Helen’s new coat. The little girl had grown since the fall, when the weather was last warm enough for a coat that only came to her knees. “Look how nice you look.” 

Helen stuck out her arms and looked at the coat. It was all right, she thought. The blue and white trim was pretty, but that just meant her mother or her aunts or Xanthe would chastise her when she inevitably got it dirty. She almost sighed. If they would just let her wear plain clothes maybe they wouldn’t fuss so much when they got dirty. But Xanthe was smiling at her expectantly, so Helen smiled back and, fibbing, said, “It’s a lovely coat.” 

If she didn’t care for the coat, she would be happy to have its warm mass when she snuck off with Nestor to go explore the temple soon. She had been planning all winter, and she was nearly ready to go…

Miserable Dress

“In her five-year reign she’d won the loyalty and love of her subjects. They thought she was beautiful, I told her, and they would be just as happy to see her in a a sack as in the elaborate costumes her dressers liked to bully her into.” - The Thief (reference, a beautiful dress but very not Helen)

Gen laughed in her face. “Why are you wearing that?”

"What a lovely way to speak to your queen,” she said, wrinkling her nose at him. 

Gen pulled a face of mock solemnity, unable to keep the corners of his mouth from twitching. “My queen,” he said gravely, “why are you wearing that?” 

Rolling her eyes, she walked past him, doing her best to push down her discomfort. She hated this dress. 

As she walked away, her Thief called after her. “No one cares what you wear!”

War Trousers

“Eugenides wondered when she’d started wearing trousers again. Thinking about it, he couldn’t recall seeing her in a dress except at the formal dinners.” - The Queen of Attolia

Helen stood, ready to be dressed by her attendants as they fluttered around her. She would be in meetings from the moment she left her rooms until evening. As she thought of the day ahead of her, hearing reports from her officers and making decision after decision that could alter the lives of her people, Helen began to wonder how much more she could take. She eyed the orange dress with ruffled sleeves that Selene had just brought out from her closet, and Helen realized she had found her limit. 

Holding up a hand to her attendant, she said wearily, “Trousers today. I need a break.”

Engagement Dress

“Her dress was of linen as fine as [Sounis’s] own. It had an overdress decorated in knotted cord and a waist of satin covered in tiny beads in the same pattern as the knots.” - A Conspiracy of Kings (reference)

“Are you ready?” Gen said, legs swinging from atop her dresser as Eddis’s attendants twisted the last of the pins into her short hair and wordlessly drifted back to the antechamber, leaving the cousins alone. 

Helen smiled tightly. “I hope so.” 

“Helen,” Gen said softly, “he is going to understand.” 

Helen changed the subject. “Thank you for the dress,” she said. It was worlds better than anything her attendants would have chosen, and Helen always made sure to thank Gen for his gifts of clothes. She knew it mattered to him. 

“It’s an important day. You deserved to be free of their fussing.” 

Helen snorted. Her attendants had fussed anyway, of course. “I could have done without the gold in my hair though,” she said, idly fingering her curls and looking at the gold dust on her hand. 

Gen grinned and jumped down from the dresser, coming over to kiss her forehead before he left. “It’s for luck.” 

“I’ll show you luck,” Helen said, and wiped the gold powder onto his sleeve as he hissed.

Wedding Costume

“I had been sent to the palace in time to be an eyesore at the wedding of Sounis and Eddis. Instead I had been ill and slept through it.” - Return of the Thief (reference) (another reference)

“Gods, I cannot wait to change,” Helen murmured so only Irene could hear. The sovereigns and their retinues were tucked away in an antechamber off of the dining hall, resting briefly between the temple ceremony and the feast. In the next room, heaping platters of fish and lamb, sugared almonds and honey cakes awaited them. 

“Your dress looks more comfortable than what I wore for my wedding,” Irene observed, turning in her chair to face her cousin beside her. 

Helen smiled. “There’s that, at least.” The day was hot, but not nearly as hot as it had been when Gen and Irene had married the summer before. Irene’s dress, all red and gold, had been made from layers of heavy fabrics. It must have been miserable. “It’s not the dress I mind,” Helen said. All things considered, the dress wasn’t bad. It was more ornate than most of her dresses, but that was to be expected for her wedding. It was a nod to traditional Eddisian wedding outfits but cut more to her liking, carefully chosen both for her personal comfort and to reinforce that she was still Eddis. And, neither her attendants nor her aunt had been involved in its selection. That had been the real blessing. “It’s these damned laurels,” she said, barely touching one of the delicate leaves jutting out from the floral wedding crown. “They itch, and if I scratch them I ruin my hair and my attendants will be after my head.” 

“Here,” Irene said, and leaned over to delicately adjust the worst offending leaves and flower stems to keep them from poking Helen’s head. Two attendants moved hurriedly over to help, but Attolia waved them off. “I know how to adjust a crown,” she mumbled to herself. Helen laughed.

Eddisian Uniform

“She was dressed in trousers and low boots, her over-tunic identical to her officers’ but embroidered in gold.” - The Queen of Attolia (with reference to Emily B. Martin’s official art and frogged tunics!)

She watched as Sophos blushed. She grinned. She knew that look. “Surely you have seen me in uniform before?” 

He shook his head. “I have not,” he said, stepping toward her and fingering the ornate gold closures of her military tunic. He smiled slyly. “How easy are these frogs to undo?”

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Thank you for reading! You can read it again here on AO3

[bibbawrites]

okay but its a crime we don't have more of margaux and taylor together can you please please write something else of them, maybe taylor finding out margaux wants him to be her boyfriend so he agrees to it?

AHH OKAY SO I DONT KNOW HOW I MISSED THIS BUT WHEN I NOTICED IT I HAD TO WRITE THIS INSTANTLY IM OBSESSED WITH THIS

also guys, please don’t take this in a creepy way, its meant to be a sweet little thing, we all know kids say and do things like this lol so don’t @ me 

(giving this a title so i can add it to my masterlist properly)

Margaux's New Boyfriend - a Single Dad!Charlie short blurb

"Tay!" Margaux squealed, running across the room and throwing herself at the older man who caught her with a laugh. He hadn't spent much time with the little girl, but in the time he had spent with her he had grown especially fond of her.

"Hey Squirt, how are you?" He questioned as the four year old wrapped her arms around him tightly.

"Good! Daddy says we're gonna get lunch and I can get nuggets." She informed him as he scanned the room for the three men who played his bandmates, spotting them in the far corner of the restaurant. 

"That sounds yummy." He agreed, making his way over to where Charlie, Owen and Jeremy were sat.

"Hey guys." He greeted, smiling at them. They returned his greetings as Taylor put Margaux down back into her chair.

"Sorry about her." Charlie apologised once Taylor was sat in his own chair. Taylor shook his head with a smile.

"She's fine. Makes me feel welcome." He said. 

"You're always welcome." Owen spoke up, and Taylor nodded in acknowledgement, noticing how close Owen and Charlie seemed to be sitting to each other. Jeremy opened his mouth to speak but was interrupted by Margaux holding up a piece of paper, covered in colourful, but messy, stick figures.

"Tay look what I drew.” She grinned, holding it out to him. Taylor took the piece of paper, placing it down on the table between them. 

"Wow that's so cool. I love all the colours you used." He complimented. 

"It's Alex and Willie and Luke and Reggie and Julie and Bobby." She explained, pointing to each stick figure as she named them.

"Hey, how come Luke is the smallest one?" Charlie pouted, his tone making Margaux giggle.

"And why does Reggie have fingers but no one else does?" Jeremy added.

"To play his beetar." Margaux said, like it was obvious.

"Beetar?" Jeremy mumbled to Owen, who nodded seriously, as if the beetar was an instrument he knew well and he was shocked Jeremy didn’t know of it.

"Are Alex and Willie holding hands because they're boyfriends?" Charlie questioned, and Margaux's eyes lit up.

"I want a boyfriend." She said. Taylor bit back a smile, watching as Charlie groaned and mumbled something in French under his breath. Clearly this was a conversation that had been had several times. 

"We've been through this, four year old's can't have boyfriends. Only big people can have boyfriends." He replied. 

"I am a big person." Margaux frowned. "I'm four!"

"Four is not a big person age." Charlie told her.

"Is five a big person age?" She questioned. Charlie shook his head. 

"No."

"Six?" She asked. 

"No." He answered again. Taylor laughed quietly. 

"Seven?" Margaux tried. Charlie shut his eyes for a second before he replied. 

"No. And before you say any more numbers, no." He said quickly. 

Margaux frowned, falling silent for a moment, before her eyes lit up.

"Daddy how old are you?" She asked. Charlie narrowed his eyes, clearly trying to figure out her angle. 

"Twenty two." He replied slowly. “Why?” 

"When I'm twenty two can I have a boyfriend?" Margaux asked, a large smile appearing on her face. 

The table erupted in laughter as Charlie sighed, shaking his head.

"You're impossible." He groaned. "No you can't."

Margaux frowned.

"But you're twenty two and you have a boyfriend." She protested. Charlie's eyes widened, flicking to Taylor, as Owen choked on his drink. Ah, so that was why Owen and Charlie were sat so close.

"Don't worry, I won't tell anyone." Taylor promised.

"You can't. Outside of our families the only people who know are sat at this table." Charlie told him, and Taylor crossed his heart. He’d never betray them like that. 

"I won't." He assured them. 

Clearly not realising what she had revealed, Margaux turned to Taylor with a large grin on her face.

"Tay, are you bigger than twenty two?" She questioned. 

"I am." He nodded. Charlie's eyes widened, saying something quickly in French but Margaux ignored him, beaming up at Taylor. 

“Will you be my boyfriend?” She asked, puppy dog eyes in full effect. Jeremy was bright red with laughter, and Owen was biting back a smile. Charlie, on the other hand, had dropped his head onto the table in defeat. 

“You’re a little bit too young for me Squirt.” Taylor laughed, and Margaux pouted. 

“Please? I’ll be bigger soon!” She pleaded. Taylor hesitated, before giving her a small smile. 

“Sure, why not?” He agreed, and Margaux cheered happily. 

And that’s the story of how Margaux got her first boyfriend, and Taylor ended up “dating” his bandmate’s four year old daughter. 

[annointedwithoil]

the messiah

✗✗✗ a little birdie told me [ margaux le voy ] from [ the damned ] was seen around town lately. the [ ciswoman ] is definitely up to no good. [ she ] has been here for [ ten years ] now but they’re still pretty [ duplicitous ] which is fine because they’re also [ outwardly pious ] so it balances out. the [ forty seven ] year old [ surgeon ] actually looks like a lot like [ sarah paulson ], don’t you think? rumors say they work as [ the “messiah” ] for the [ the damned ] and have been around for [ since the groups inception ]. it’s best to watch out, though, because it’s been said that they’re really into [ corporeal torture & being worshipped ]. (jack, 30+, she/her, est, none)

                                             ~ LET US SLAY ~

GENESIS

Margaux was born and raised in an isolated mountain town deep in Appalachia by a pair of God Fearing parents. Conservative dress, traditional roles, shunning anything popular culture, or greatly enjoyed by ‘feckless sinners’.

Margaux began preaching as a teenager to her fellow youngsters; her charismatic sermons drew a small, but growing following. Although some were privy to the sporadic acts of violence she would inflict whenever her burgeoning authority was challenged. However, this did not deter them, and her followers quickly learned that while she truly cared deeply for them, her threats are never empty.

Diverging from the incredibly sheltered teachings of her parents, Margaux surmised that the best Good could be achieved by learning to live amongst the Sodomites, and learning their ways. She left her home at 18 to begin her ‘Mission’ of salvation. As Margaux does not believe that science subverts the will of God, she became a doctor in order to literally save people. For all intents and purposes, she is a gifted surgeon who has helped countless patients with her prowess and skill. However, she soon began performing ‘spiritual surgeries’ on patients whose ailments she believes go deeper than the physical. 

These ‘spiritual surgeries’ have left patients, that she has deemed irredeemable sinners, mutilated. When they come to missing the legs that kept them adulterating, or without the tongue they used to cheat and slander, only then does Margaux consider them ‘cured’.

Naturally, this got her in a lot of trouble with the medical boards, and she relocated to Santa Ysabel where she continues to practice medicine, and ‘spiritual surgeries’, to this day.

THE MESSIAH

Margaux takes her role of ‘The Messiah’ deadly seriously. Due to a near death incident, wherein she claims to have been approached by God, she now views herself akin to the second coming. She deems the other ‘Leaders’ in Santa Ysabel as False Prophets leading everyone straight into Satan’s hands. 

Margaux is pleasant when speaking with others. She is polite, does not curse, and claims to love all Sinners. The Damned are all her children.

Those whom comprise her Flock are known as The Damned, and she is their Messiah. She takes care of them, her word is law, and they follow her unquestionably. She loves them, unquestionably...even if her expression of said love is, at times, questionable.

All of her flock were once drenched with sin, but she has since shown them the light and put them onto the path of salvation. Over time, she has grown to love the immense power she holds over her Flock, and will invoke swift retribution on anyone who challenges her.

Margaux sees herself as one of the last of the true Righteous among men, and that it is her God-given duty to save the heathens left in ‘Sodom’. However she is not without sins of her own -- though she would hardly call them sins. 

She rarely travels anywhere without a small contingent of armed guards -- her most ardent devotees who would gladly die for her.

[greatell]

I’ve seen a few articles reporting the rumor that Billy Miller is leaving GH. And all I can say is, good. Billy and Drew deserve better. Frank and the writers have wasted Drew for the past 2 years. I’m glad OG Jason is back and Jasam is reunited but Billy got screwed. All Drew has done is not get his memories back, mope around, get saddled with a dying kid, and have awkward attempts to move on with Kim/Margaux. I don’t want Billy to leave but if the writers are gonna keep Drew in limbo he should go. Another actor possibly leaving GH all because the writers refuse to write for these characters 🤦🏽‍♂️

[darawonplease]

trauma. ch8 – messing with my head.

Dara reluctantly approves the sensual mv script for Jiwon's new mv while he is lead to temptation by Mihyun.

 • chapter 8 – messing with my head.

A couple of necklaces dangle from his neck, the cold metal slightly grazes her skin; that’s how close they are. He caresses her face, slowly pulling in for a passionate kiss. Her delicate hand travels up his shirt, tugging on it as the kiss deepens. The red led shines on their skin, showing fragments of their figure’s silhouette, slowly intertwining.

.

“How is it?”, the film director’s eyes shined with excitement and anticipation.

“Isn’t this… a bit too sensual?”, Wonjun argued, sensing Dara’s growing discomfort as the screenplay was being read.

“Well. This is the tamer of scripts we wrote for the music video”. Mr. Kim raised an eyebrow; he absolutely adored working with idols’ out of the world visuals but hated to compromise his artistic vision to fit their image. Explicit scenes were a no-no, ultimately limiting his creativity.

Jiwon’s manager, Dohyun, interrupted their exchange – “It looks good to me, it suits the brand-new image the creative team is giving to Jiwon for his solo debut under YG”.

.

the nerve, not even participating in his own music video read-through.

 .

Sandara clenched her small fist under the table, Jiwon’s absence felt so disrespectful towards the staff involved in the filming of his mv although, that way, it spared her from having to look at him.

Three days of straight-crying and numerous calls with Chaerin later she finally understood that It was time she moved on from him.

She wanted to grab all the butterflies in her stomach and throw them in the trash bin. He was just another man who’d get close only to ditch her with petty excuses.  

“To do all of that, just to go out with me? That’s too much-”.

 .

How foolish she felt for letting her guard down again. Wasn’t he the one who asked her to go out? Acting so precious and wanted. Years of disastrous romances taught Dara to stop giving attention to men that only confuse her. Clearing things up with him was just a waste of time.

Getting closer to him was a mistake. But no matter how much she wanted to avoid him, she was a professional. She couldn’t turn down such an opportunity because of her messy relationship with him.

“It’s great, let’s do it, Mr.Kim!”.

 .

“W-what? Are you really okay with this?”, Wonjun whispered to Dara, concerned by how out of her comfort zone the shooting sounded.

“I’m a professional. It’s time for people to see a more mature Sandara Park”.

“We’ll start filming on Monday then, thank you all for participating!”.

.

[…]

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It was late in the evening; most people would already have dinner by then. He’d probably grown roots if he stayed on that bench another extra minute.  Time seemed to have passed by so slowly, he had witnessed hundreds of people passing in front of him: kids going back home from the playground, adults coming back from work.

From a distance, the hunched figure appeared to be an old man— mumbling alone about trivial matters on a park bench —but if you looked closer you could actually make up the face of a troubled middle-aged man. He wore a beige leather jacket that felt like a sacrilege to fashion, as it didn’t match his outfit, not even one bit. Perhaps he planned to make a quick trip to the grocery store and didn’t bother to dress up. Or maybe he lacked a decent fashion sense.

But why exactly was he hanging at the park with such a mismatched outfit?

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[1-hour prior]

Mihyun fixed the curly locks at the sides of her face before pressing the buzzer to Jiwon’s apartment. Years spent obsessing over a man who didn’t even look her way culminated in that very moment. She had already surrendered at the idea that anything romantic could happen between the two of them, that’s why she opted to offer him something else, something he probably yearned for.

 She almost lost count of how many attempts it took her to finally get him to agree to her proposal, but that time it was different, he finally gave in.

It’s not as if she hadn’t tried her hardest to move on from him, it’s just that every other man she dated felt like a distraction from what her heart ultimately desired.  

.

“How can you be so unlucky in the love department? Did you dump this guy too?”.

“Is it because you still love him?”.

“You can’t get his heart, so you’ll settle for this?”.

 .

Her closest friends had tried to warn her, but she didn’t care about other’s opinions. Either it was an unhealthy obsession or unconditional love, she was going for it.

 .

“Come up Gilme-yah”.

Jiwon’s voice through the intercom made her squirm, a smirk appearing on her luscious red lips at the thought of what could happen once she’d enter his apartment.

She finally made it.

.

Mihyun placed her black boots next to the sneakers messily thrown on the floor and proceeded to wear the only extra pair of slippers he kept on the shoe rack. Jiwon didn’t even bother to hide his obvious habit of not inviting people over, she knew that very well, she had known him for so long, yet entering his apartment was a privilege only a few chosen ones had.

A white Pomeranian dog hurriedly ran towards the entrance, restlessly barking and jumping non-stop at Mihyun’s feet, like a true guard dog.

“Lucy-yah! Stop! Come here!”.

Jiwon arrived in the nick of time, picking up Lucy before she could bite the hand of the clueless woman.

“Sorry about that, I’ve never seen her so upset before”. He drew Lucy to his chest, relaxing her with a couple of soft strokes on the shiny fur.

“She must be jealous of me, huh?”, Mihyun chuckled, observing the Pomeranian enjoying her owner’s affection. 1-0 to Lucy.

“Lucy’s not used to visitors, that must be it— “. He placed the dog in a separate room. “Be a good girl and wait for me”, he whispered to her and carefully closed the door.

“Sorry, I just got home from filming a show- Anyways, do you want something to drink?”.

“Actually, I brought this, Oppa”. She raised a wine bag, she had spent 3 hours selecting the perfect bottle for their meeting.

“What’s with the wine? Is it a special occasion?”. He reached for a couple of crystal glasses at the very back of the kitchen cabinet.

“Don’t play dumb, Oppa”, she tucked her hair out of her face, “It’s to set the mood”. Mihyun leaned on the countertop of the kitchen and just like a feline, carefully approached her prey.

“Eeh~ What are you talking about all of a sudden?”, Jiwon scoffed with nonchalance, as if he had forgotten about their conversation over the phone.

She proceeded to pour the Chateau Margaux. “Stop pretending that you don’t suffer being alone”. Her hand skillfully stirred the alcohol holding onto the stem of the cup.

“What’s up with you today?”. His ears became red without notice. Something was odd about her that day. The person in front of him was no longer his dear friend, she was now an alluring woman.

“We can keep each other company, we both win in the end”. She slowly downed her cup, the red liquid now flowing in her system. The distance between the two of them dangerously shortening, step by step.

“You’re a man after all”. She whispered in his ear and then placed the hand on his chest, locking eyes with a slightly flustered Jiwon. The non-existence space between their bodies gave no room for any doubt. This time there were no excuses, no trace of alcohol could be found in his bloodstreams. All their actions were perfectly intentional.

She locked her arms behind his neck, slowly pulling in for a kiss.

Gilme was a charismatic woman, a beautiful one at that. Who would decline her offer? He had desires too. Their lips were messily crushed together, a rush of passion overtaking their minds. The cold atmosphere in Eun’s flat suddenly rising in temperature every second that passed.

Was that the warmth of a woman he craved for so long? He had almost forgotten how it felt.

Jiwon cupped her cheek, shifting his left hand on her waist, guiding her to the living room. Their bodies gradually sank in the leather couch, their touches getting more urgent and aggressive. Her red lips soon reached Jiwon’s exposed neck, sucking and biting on his tan skin, making soft growls leave him.

Why, when he closed his eye, he could faintly see the cherry pink lips of another woman. Why was he thinking about her at that moment?

It all felt extremely good, but also extremely wrong.

Jiwon slowly pulled away, sitting up at the side of the couch. His eyes wouldn’t move away from the wooden floor under his feet.

“Fuck-…I can’t do it”.

“Oppa, what’s up with you all of a sudden?”.

He drowned in his palms, “It’s just that… I don’t love you”, his hands then slid in his long black hair as he heaved a sigh.

Mihyun froze. Hopelessly waiting for him for so long was an agonizing burden to carry but she never thought that being rejected could be so excruciating.

“I’m sorry for making you come here, Mihyun-ah”, his tone of voice was more serious than ever, “I’ll be out for an hour, please pick your stuff and leave before I come back”, he ordered.

“O-Oppa..”, she stuttered as he stood up and turned his back on her. Jiwon was ready to get cursed at and he wouldn’t even blame her, he felt like a real jerk.

“Is it because of your ex?”. Mihyun’s questioned him only to be left alone and ignored.

He grabbed the first jacket he found on his way out, “Make sure you close the door on the way out”, he reminded her before disappearing.

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[...]

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Jiwon stopped by a bench of a park a few squares from his condo, peaceful parks were usually a place where he could gather his ideas and seek clarity amidst his busy life.

His surroundings felt so chaotic but on that very bench, his thoughts finally took form. He crossed his arms. He couldn’t do anything if not make peace with his unexpected feelings.

“How come…how come…”, he kept muttering to himself.  

Once again, her presence interfered with his personal life.

“You’re not a good person, but why do I keep thinking about you?”.

He saw her face, that’s why he couldn’t bring himself to do it. That annoying woman had been messing with his head for a while and she didn’t seem to stop.

Why would such a bad person occupy his every thought, why couldn’t he just throw everything away?

All those years spent in solitude convinced him that love didn’t matter, yet he just fleeted his own apartment to escape from a woman ready to please his lust, and for what? Because he had listened to his heart instead of his desires? He hated how clear his feelings were.

The soft features he saw, they weren’t his ex’s.

They were Sandara’s.

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a.n. I'm sorry for taking so long but I've been quite busy this month. I apologize for the lack of thumbnails in the last chapters, I figured out that it was more urgent to publish the text. I'll decide if I'll reintroduce them slowly in the future, for now, I hope this update is enough to satisfy your curiosity! Thanks for following my fic and supporting me through the comments!

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