#oc: jiyoung

[barbylion]

art that only makes sense/has meaning if you know the random ass lore about my ocs

so, basically - this is Kwon Jiyu looking up at a subway ad of Shin Jiyoung. they look alike, startlingly so. they're not related, they just look a lot alike and so Jiyu, who is an heiress, is constantly told she looks like actress/retired idol Shin Jiyoung. she's also compared to her a lot, as a result - especially by her mother who already has crazy high expectations for Jiyu.

that's really bittersweet since Jiyu really looked up to Jiyoung when she was at the height of her career - they're very close in age so it was super easy to idolize the idol who not only looked like you but was in the same life stage. it's also easy to over-compare accomplishments and feel inadequate. very messy stuff for Jiyu, i never give this girl a break tbh.

and, while all that's happening, Jiyoung is living a pretty blissful life - completely unaware that Jiyoung even exists haha

and all of this came about simply because i used the same face claim for rp characters created over a year apart and then got attached to both

[soyeonsbabygirl]

Why not me? | Hirai Momo x Kim Jiyoung

Momo knew she liked Jia. She knew it from the day they met on SIXTEEN, she knew it from the way she saw how Jia danced so effortlessly, she knew it when she was eliminated from SIXTEEEN but her first thought was about Jia instead of how long she trained. She was overjoyed when she got added back to the lineup but one of the main reasons she was so happy was because it meant she would get to debut with Jia. She didn’t care what would happen as long as she could have Jia she didn’t care.

She remembers how she felt when Jia told her about how she kissed Seulgi. She felt hurt. Seulgi didn’t deserve Jia, she didn’t even know Jia’s favorite color, her favorite food, or even her sister’s names! but Momo did. Momo knew almost everything about Jia from her favorite color to her Spiderman obsession, if anything Momo was willing to get a matching Spiderman tattoo with Jia (if she could find a good one that is.) despite all of this, she still decided to support Jia. She still wants Jia to be happy after all. And besides, who knows? maybe Jia and Seulgi would just be a hook up instead of something serious…right?

How wrong she was. Seulgi and Jia not only started dating but they caught dating as well. Which also led to Jia being outed as a lesbian. Momo saw everything they said about her and Seulgi, it made her mad seeing people’s reactions but the love and support the 2 got counteracted the hate in a way. She was happy for Jia but jealous wishing it was her and Jia instead of her and Seulgi.

How she wished fans were saying their congratulations about her and Jia’s relationship more than anything. She wondered how Jia’s lips would feel on her own, wishing that her hugs were more than just normal hugs, she wished that she could hold Jia close against her, breathing in her perfume. She noticed how Jia’s hair got longer since Seulgi apparently liked her even more like that, Momo thought her long hair was beautiful but she did miss her signature short hair. She did love how Jia’s hair was so long it was nearly to her waist, she imagined what it would be like to run her hands in Jia’s hair as she kissed her or how it would feel to have Jia hold her while Momo’s fingers massaged her scalp.

She still remembers the day Seulgi broke up with Jia. She remembers how bad of a breakdown Jia had, her screams being heard all over the dorm. The loud sobs Jia had let out that day will forever haunt her. It took Jia a while to get over Seulgi and Momo was there to help her every step of the way, when Jia would sob at night Momo made sure to be there to hold her. When she saw that Jia had cut her hair she supported it, she briefly understood Jia’s need of control so she understood why Jia did this, instead of giving her a shocked look like Chaeyoung and Tzuyu did she just hugged Jia supporting her. She looked like herself again, her Jia and not the Jia that Seulgi wanted her to be.

Momo sat in Jia’s room on her bed. She usually sat in there with Jia finding the girl’s presence comforting, this time was a bit different though. Her usual clean room did not look as clean as usual, it wasn’t messy but it was clear what had taken place here. A pile of clothes Jia had attempted to shove with her own but they stood out like a sore thumb to Momo since she knew what all of Jia’s clothes looked like.

Multiple bracelets were on her nightstand, as well as a few lip glosses, none of these items belonged to Jia. They didn't blend in with the rest Jia’s stuff like her tattoo gun that she somehow managed to keep a secret from Jihyo, they didn’t blend in like the Spiderman posters she had on her walls or the random pictures of Gwen Stacy she had, they just stood out worse like something that didn’t belong. The worst thing that was there was the bright lip glosses and polaroids, Momo knew that the lip glosses and polaroids were nowhere near Jia’s.

Jia hated bright lipstick and lipglosses since she felt like it clashed with her style and how sticky they can get, the lip glosses also had a fruity scent that she knew Jia hated the smell of since she claimed it gave her headaches at times. The polaroids were obviously not Jia’s, Jia liked polaroids but she liked being the one taking them. Momo liked when Jia took pictures of her since to her Jia really knew how to capture the beauty of something in a single frame even if she would sometimes flip the camera upside down as a way to say that Spiderman took them (something Momo found cute.) She still remembers the day she saw what was really on those polaroids.

she still wasn’t sure what made her pick them up that one day, but she did and the sight of what was on the pictures made her feel sick. A picture that was shaken obviously not taken by Jia but someone else, she was more focused on what it was Jia and the girl were doing in the photo. Jia’s hand was on the lower part of the girls jaw kissing her making Momo feeling sick with a desire of wanting that to be her but also hating the sight. She’d suspected that Jia was hooking up with someone knew after Vivi but she wasn’t sure who but this all confirmed all her suspicions. The cube logo in the background told her it was the cube practice room along with a small appearance of Sooyoung — Jia’s younger sister — her back to them talking with Miyeon, seemingly unaware of what her older sister was doing.

Momo had noticed the way Jia would smirk when someone brought up CLC specifically Sorn, she had noticed the way Sorn had started following Jia on instagram sometimes commenting on the girls pictures. And with this picture it showed Momo that Jia’s current fling was Sorn.

“Are you ok?” Jia’s voice snapped Momo out of her thoughts. Momo nodded, hoping Jia would drop it but instead she moved closer to Momo. She shifted uncomfortably but calmed down feeling Jia’s fingers brush against her cheek moving a few hairs out of her face, the action was so gentle and almost intimate Momo felt her face heat up while Jia smirked slightly.

“Did you hear what I asked you or were you too busy starring at how beautiful I am?” Momo shook her head making Jia chuckle “I was wondering if you wanted to get Jokbal with me and Nayeon tonight? she asked me and we all know how much you love it.” Wow. She remembered her favorite food, sure it was no secret it was her favorite but still. The fact Jia knew naturally made her fall for her even deeper than she realized.

Momo nodded scared to speak because if she did she was scared that it might not come out the way she wanted, Jia smiled giving Momo’s thigh a small tap as she left the room. Momo sighed when she was sure that Jia had left. She loved Jia more than she had originally thought and wished that Jia would only love her back.

[cityofjieun]

★ . . . . jia with her friends

some of jia's friendships within the industry

lesserafim yunjin

jeongin had made plans to film a tiktok challenge with beomgyu at hybe and ji tagged along and maybe sort of wandered the building and got a bit lost

she ended up running into yujin and the rest is kind of herstory

the two hit it off well and now jia can be found sleeping over at the fimmie dorm quite frequently

phone contact: jenn / jackie <3

bebe tatter

met at a 1million class and hit it off right away

the two meet up in the dance studio ALOT

jia was ecstatic to find out about tatter’s history as a jazz/contemporary dancer

having someone with a similar dance history/style has been really fun for her

the two have been teasing a project to fans for a while

phone contact: tots / jieunnie

txt beomgyu

since gyu is so close to jeongin it was just a given that he and jia would get close as well

jia feeds off of beomgyu’s energy very well

beomgyu also loves to pick at jia but she's very keen on not giving him any reactions

but despite their bickering, the two speak quite highly of each other

beomgyu is someone jia cherishes very deeply

phone contact: [unsaved] / jieun

tbz eric

the la babies

they were introduced by felix

but turns out they went to the same elementary school?

jia had mentioned eric to her mom and she was like “oh yeah youngjae?”

turns out mama sohn and mama kang are buddies lol

fans call them angelz cause city of angels

more and more 'jackric' or 'youngeun' shippers have been coming out the woodworks lately

phone contact: erigi / jia

©︎ cityofjieun, all rights reserved. pls, do not copy or repost my work.

[thtupidity]

i have new guys... i love battle shonen

he took over my mind for like a week (he's still in there)

[kuro-kurochi]

Secret training with my wife🤭🤭💗💗

Me/oc self × Jiyoung Yoo (Eleceed)

[injoontz]

𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐬𝐲𝐫𝐮𝐩 ━ 𝐧.𝐣𝐦

pairing. na jaemin x fem!oc starring. na jaemin, ahn dami (oc) genre. soulmate // idol au warnings. none?? word count. 2.7k

synopsis. where a kpop idol finds his soulmate but the two can't stand each other ☆ :: from cough syrup — na jaemin (on wp)

full story. on wattpad

Dami felt absolutely sick to her stomach that morning. The apartment was quiet, which told her that the members had already left for their schedules. A schedule that Dami should have also gone to but quickly found herself too bedridden to do anything.

Dami groaned as her head gave a painful throb and rolled onto her stomach. Her hands weakly grabbed at her phone on the nightstand and pulled it close to her face. The blinding light from her phone stung her eyes as she checked the time. 

11:38 am.

According to her phone, she had missed multiple calls and texts from her manager and members. Most asked her if she was alright and let her know when they would be home from their schedules. 

Dami opened her messages with her manager and squinted hard to try and read the blurring message. The message asked if she was well enough to come into the company to discuss her possible return to activities but Dami highly doubted she would be able to make it in. 

It was unlikely Dami would even make it to the bathroom considering every movement she took made her spin violently.

Dropping her phone beside her, Dami reached for the small little orange bottle on her nightstand. However, the empty feeling in the bottle only made Dami realize how screwed she really was.

“Shit,” she swore. Dami weakly tossed the empty bottle across the room in frustration. She picked up her phone again and dialed Jiyoung’s number.

“Hello?” Jiyoung’s voice replied after a few rings, “I’m guessing you just woke up,” her teasing voice was endearing but Dami couldn’t be bothered to tease Jiyong back like she usually did.

“I feel like I’m dying,” Dami groaned. “I’m out of medicine,”

“Oh no,” Jiyoung winced, “I just ran out the other day as well. I haven’t had a chance to go pick up a new prescription.”

“Shit,” Dami’s voice came out breathy and in pain. She closed her eyes tightly as her head gave a violent spin, threatening to make Dami pass out.

“I’ll pick up some more on my way home today, but I don’t finish my schedule until 6. I’m so sorry,” Jiyoung sounded genuinely apologetic, and Dami knew she was as well. Jiyoung hated it whenever Dami had her symptoms.

Despite being an idol, Jiyoung rarely had to take soulmate pills. Jiyoung’s soulmate was an idol but even still she and her soulmate saw each other at least once a week unless it was during promotional periods for either one of them. Even then, the company made sure that the two saw each other at least by the end of the two-week period so they didn’t feel the symptoms of soulmate separation.

Heeyoung was the same way. Even though Dami knew that Heeyoung and her soulmate had their own set of problems, they still made time for each other so that they didn’t suffer through soulmate separation.

Dami didn’t know how she bonded with her soulmate. That itself presented more problems than one. On top of that, in the week leading up to Dami’s onset of soulmate separation symptoms, the group had just finished up their promotion for their most recent comeback and Dami had met so many fans during fan signs that it would be nearly impossible to find her soulmate.

Dami had been on hiatus for about two weeks now, she was supposed to return to her schedules and work next week. Despite being told by the hospital and doctors that as long as she took her soulmate pills every day she would be alright, Dami still found that she would feel random pains across her body or feel exhausted to the point where she felt like collapsing.

“It’s alright,” Dami replied to Jiyoung over the phone, “I’m going to call Heeyoung,”

“Feel better, Dami!” Jiyoung tried to encourage, though both Jiyoung and Dami knew that the only cure to soulmate separation was either taking the soulmate medication or finding your soulmate.

Dami hung up on Jiyoung and quickly dialed Heeyoung’s number. After explaining her situation, Heeyoung was quiet. “Dami, I took my medication with me this morning,” Heeyoung said, an apologetic tone in her voice already, “I’m at work right now, but I promise I’ll bring it to you during my break,”

Dami mumbled that it was alright and quickly hung up. She rolled on her back and groaned. Her whole body felt stiff and sore as she tried to shift herself out of bed. 

There was no way Dami could wait until either of them got back home. She felt like she was going to die if she waited for that long. Barely managing to pull herself to her feet, Dami stared at herself in her mirror for a moment taking in her appearance.

She looked as though someone had run her over with a car, and then put the car in reverse, and backed into her again. Dami’s eyes looked sunken and her hair was standing up in a nest of knots.

Dami gently splashed water on her face before throwing her hair up into a bun. It didn’t help much considering the fact that she looked sickly and pale, but it was enough for Dami to wake her up enough to get dressed and head out.

She grabbed a mask before she stepped outside of her apartment. A chill went through her body the moment she stepped outside and Dami debated going back to bed and just waiting for Jiyoung or Heeyoung to come home with medicine. She stood in her doorway for a moment before she sighed.

Her symptoms were already really bad. Dami suspected that she was also running a fever as well. It wasn’t a good idea to leave her apartment to get medicine, but it was just as bad of an idea to stay home without anything to treat it. Moving slowly down the hall, Dami gently pulled up her mask before clicking on the button for the elevator.

When it finally got there the person inside looked up from their phone and Dami nodded hello to him before stepping into the elevator. Dami leaned back on the elevator and let out a long sigh, her body felt weak as she tried to focus on what floor they were passing. 

The way to the pharmacy was worse than Dami expected. 

The walk itself was bad due to the cold fall weather, but the bus ride was worse. The weird-colored lights inside the bus and the bumpy road only made Dami feel sicker than she actually was. 

Dami had a mask on, as well as a cap, and her winter jacket tightly around her with the hood pulled over her head, but she still felt a chill go through her body wherever the bus sped up from a stop. The bus was relatively empty but of the people on the bus, they didn’t seem to recognize the girl at all, which Dami was thankful for.

When Dami stepped into the pharmacy, the pharmacist looked up to see who was approaching her. A bright smile appeared on her face when she recognized Dami.

“What brings you here?” Haeun smiled brightly at Dami, “You don’t usually show up without Minhee,”

Haeun was a friend of Dami’s manager, Kim Minhee. They had gone to college together, and because of that most of the idols in XXX Group came to see her whenever they needed medicine.

“I ran out of my soulmate pills,” Dami sighed, “I haven’t told my manager yet,”

Haeun’s smile slowly disappeared from her face, “You haven’t found your soulmate yet?”

Dami shook her head, “It’s been literally impossible,” She leaned on the front desk area, holding her head in her hands, “Every time I forget to take my soulmate pills the symptoms get worse and worse. Sometimes it seemed like even when I take them I still feel sick,”

Haeun frowned and gently patted Dami on the head, “Go sit, you look like you could collapse any moment. I’ll go get you your medication,”

Dami groaned as she pulled herself to stand up straight again. Her head felt like it was going to explode and her body felt heavy. Whenever her skin touched something, a sensitive uncomfortable feeling would take over that spot on her body. And despite the obvious burning of her skin, her body was shaking from the cold.

Dami rubbed her eyes gently and turned to head toward the small seating area. As she did, her eyes fell onto a figure headed her way. Her eyes widened a fraction and she quickly moved to sit in the waiting area. She pulled her hood over her head and tried to hide behind her mask as the person went up to the front desk. Despite the mask that he wore, Dami could recognize his slender eyes anywhere.

“Good morning,” Haeun addressed the person. “What can I do for you today?”

“I’m here to pick up a prescription,” the person replied, his voice low and slightly strained.

“Sure thing. Let me just finish up with the last customer and I’ll be right with you,” Haeun turned to head to the back and the person made his way toward the waiting area.

Dami cursed silently under her breath as he took a seat just a few seats away from her. She tried to keep her face buried in her phone as much as possible in hopes that the person wouldn’t be able to recognize her.

It seemed as though his presence only seemed to make Dami feel even worse. Her headache seemed like it was ten times more powerful and her stomach twisted uncomfortably.

Glancing at the person, Dami could see that he wore a white mask and had his face tilted toward his phone. A bag full of cough syrup hung around his wrist as he scrolled through his phone. Like her, he was bundled up in a winter jacket. His white bleached hair peeked out from under his cap and upon feeling her gaze on him, he turned to look at her.

Dami quickly averted her gaze and looked down at her phone. The bright light from her phone caused her vision to unfocus and blur but she didn’t know what else to look at. Of all the people in the entire world Dami could have run into it was him. She tried her hardest to not make eye contact with him, praying that he would do the same.

“I’m sorry, have we met before?”

His voice caught Dami off guard but she didn’t let it show. She looked up at him and he stared back at her, his eyes trying to scan what little of her face was exposed. Dami slowly turned her gaze back down to her phone, trying to seem disinterested in the person.

“I’m sorry, I think you have the wrong person,” Dami tried to play off.

“Oh,” the person replied. “My bad,”

He still seemed persistent in trying to speak with Dami and it set her on edge a bit. His eyes jumped back and forth between his phone and her. Dami had to suppress the urge to pull her hood down further.

“Ahn Dami?” His voice made Dami flinch.

“What?” Dami asked him and it was obvious by her tone that she was confused. She was sure that he wouldn’t have been able to recognize her but hearing her name come out of his mouth threw her for a loop.

Her confused response had obviously caught the person off guard. He hesitated and the look in his eyes was less confident than before. He quickly averted his gaze and Dami gently let out the breath she had been holding.

“Ah, I’m sorry,” the person said yet again, this time obviously embarrassed that he had asked twice if they knew each other, ”I don’t know why but you remind me of someone I knew in middle school,”

“Dami!” Haeun called from behind the counter, “I have your medicine!”

Dami’s eyes widened a fraction and she found her eyes drifting to the person sitting next to her. It was obvious by the way he stared at her that he was smirking and Dami wanted nothing more than to smack it straight off his face.

Ignoring him as best as she could, Dami quickly grabbed her medicine from Haeun and rushed to leave the pharmacy. As she left she heard the person and Haeun speaking but she had no intention of slowing down for him to catch up to her.

Dami rushed to the snack aisle and grabbed herself a bag of chips and then a bottle of water from the coolers along the wall. She had every intention of sprinting out of the pharmacy and never seeing him again.

The cashier seemed to be moving at an obscenely slow pace. Dami noticed the small ‘in training’ sign under the person’s name tag and she took a deep breath. The breath sent a jolt of pain through Dami and she quickly held back her groan.

“Here’s your receipt,” the cashier passed Dami the slip of paper but Dami completely ignored it as she scooped up her things and rushed for the door.

Once outside, Dami finally felt like she could breathe a little. She had debated going back to her apartment first before taking her medicine but as she started to make her way to the bus stop, her head spun threateningly.

Dami glanced down at her medicine and sighed. Ultimately, she made her way to a small bench along the side of the building. The winter air was cold enough to make Dami want to head back inside the store but she didn’t want to risk running into the person from before. 

As much as she wanted to rush away from the situation, Dami could feel the adrenaline leaving her and she felt nauseous.

Ripping open her medication, Dami popped one of the pills in her mouth and chugged it down with water. She sighed and leaned her head back against the wall. Dami closed her eyes for a moment and let the sun turn the undersides of her eyes into a brilliant bright orange. Just as she did, a shadow crossed over her and blocked the run from her face.

Dami slowly opened her eyes and openly groaned.

“So it is you,” the person said.

“Can you just leave me alone, Jaemin?” Dami sighed, having no energy to argue with him.

“Still as rude as ever I see,” Jaemin pulled his mask down. His expression was blank and guarded as he looked down at her.

Dami made a face, “You haven’t changed one bit either,” Dami got to her feet as she moved past Jaemin to leave.

“Don’t you think you’re being rude?” Jaemin asked as he turned so that he was still facing Dami.

“To you?” Dami asked over her shoulder. Stopping to face Jaemin, Dami’s eyes looked him up and down. “No, not one bit,”

It had been a while since Dami last had a conversation with Jaemin. As idols, they occasionally saw each other in passing at music shows and award shows, but otherwise, Dami tried to steer clear. 

Jaemin was similar. He disliked Dami just as much as she did toward him, if not more. 

It was for this reason that Jaemin wasn’t sure why he had stopped to talk to Dami. On a normal day, Jaemin would have probably just let her leave. But the longer he looked at her, the more he felt like he should stay by her side. 

As if shocked by himself, Jaemin’s eyes flickered away and he scoffed. “You know what never mind,” Jaemin shoved his hands in his pockets, “Let’s pretend we didn’t run into each other today,”

Dami raised her eyebrows in disbelief as Jaemin turned to leave, as though he hadn’t been the one to stop her in the first place. “Weirdo,” Dami mumbled under her breath as she was unable to think of any other way to describe Jaemin’s behavior.

As Dami headed back to her apartment building, she took a deep breath relishing the fact that her soulmate symptoms had subsided. But despite that, her mind kept drifting back to Jaemin. The feeling of distaste bubbled up inside her as she hoped that she would never have to run into him again. 

And that the startling feeling of longing that came with the image of his face would disappear completely.

[max-w0lf68]

Chapters:

Chapter 1 - Welcome Home

Chapter 2 - Making Plans

Chapter 3 - Important Talks and Cardstock

Chapter 4 - Peanut Butter on Rainy Days

World Building:

Willow Dr. - Layout Map

There are 3 OCs. Jaemin (Main Character), Yeong-Ja(114), Heeyoung, Ryujin(104), Yeri, Saebyeok, and Jiyoung.

101, 102, 103, 104, 105, 106, 107, 108, 109, 110, 111, 112, 113, 114, 115, 116

(OC Birthdays: Jaemin 10/13, Yeong-Ja 5/14, Heeyoung 8/20, Ryujin 6/28, Yeri 9/25, Saebyeok 10/27, Jiyoung 3/27)

NOTE: This story is a work of fiction. It is just for fun and does not reflect the people used.

⚠️Warnings: May include- Fluff, Angst, Smut, Dangerous actions, Alcohol, Foul Language, Blood, Mentions of death, and Violence. (Please let me know if I missed anything!)

🔞 Minors do not interact‼️ Do NOT try stunts at home please! ⚠️

A/N: This story was edited to add another household after I had published chapter 3. That's why, when scrolling, you'll see 116 Willow Drive before you see the first 3 chapters. But don't worry, this doesn't effect what had already been written. ☺️

[hypnotisedfireflies]

I am back.

4. Do you have any OCs? Do you have a story for them?

But instead of that question, who is your favorite OC, and none of this "I love them all" shit.

How VERY dare you anticipate my diplomatic and non-committal answer.

Um ... fuck ... okay.

I HAVE TWO FOR TWO DIFFERENT REASONS.

Lachie, ofc, because he's so easy to write and he's kind of an amalgamation of a lot of guys I know. He feels very familiar to me and that's nice.

But also Jiyoung, because it's really fun to just write balls-to-the-wall crazy.

Asks Game

[littlekohai77]

Kayden being Jiwoo's unofficial dad.

[jkoo-njoo]

Love serenades

pairing : husband! Namjoon x wife! black fem reader

summary : Namjoon is being way too focused on this book right now, while you’re not being hugged. This needs to change.

genre : 100% fluff & domesticity

word count : 915

warning : none !

author’s note : Namjoon has short dirty blond hair. And he’s got his very big prescription glasses on lol it makes him look so so cute. Also, I’m mentioning sensuality in this fic ; and I mean the literal sense of the word : attraction to senses, here, the touch. My OCs are always asexuals, so no sex is implied hehe. Enjoy my loves ! <3

You just finished your self care routine in your shared bathroom with your husband, and you’re now heading to bed.

As you climb on it, you reach Namjoon’s level, hovering over him. He is reading a book. He looks so adorable when he’s focused with his eyebrows slightly furrowed and his big glasses sitting proudly at the top of his nose.

It was a book about feminism and philosophy named born in 1982, Kim Jiyoung if you recall well. He’s been deep into it for a few days now, and you can’t wait for his personal analysis of the book and his review.

It’s one of the many special habits you have between the two of you : whenever one reads a book, they must to make a review of it to the other. You absolutely love the moments when he makes his little presentation and reviews the book to you, because he is so eager to share his knowledge and his point of view he always prepares them with so much dedication, it’s very endearing to witness. That’s why when you see that he starts a book, you light up inside, impatient for when he finishes it.

Anyways, as of now he was no where near finished, and you, on the other hand, were in great need of some affection.

You’ve always been a touchy person and you’re really open and comfortable with displaying affection ; being very sensual with your partner was your love language. And while you’ve learnt to align your clingy nature as much as possible with namjoon’s more laid back and distant one ; you had your moments where u needed a bit more touch than usual.

And this was definitely one of those times !

You’ve been standing over Namjoon for a while now and he still hasn’t moved an inch. He must be really invested in his book. How cute. But, I need his cute ass to pay attention to me.

So, you bent a little, just enough to align with his forehead, and place a soft and delicate kiss. The kiss was very gentle, as if his skin was porcelaine and you did not want to chatter it. Then, you did the same on his cheek. One on the left. One on the right.

By now, he was smiling with that soft dimpled one he does whenever he feels shy and overwhelmed with attention. Again. How cute.

You couldn’t refrain yourself from grinning back.

Then, you spoke up.

— You seem really invested into that one book babe. I know you’re about to make a fire review of it, but could you please tell me about the passage you’re reading right now ?

His eyes lit up.

— Of course angel. Cmon, lay on my chest, I’ll tell you all about it. Then, you’ll tell to me about your day. Deal ?

It was your turn for your face to light up.

— Deal.

As you answer him, you shift yourself to come in between the sheets and lay on his sides, your head on his chest. You angle your head so that you’re facing the book so you can read while he makes his explanations.

You’re actively waiting for him to start, but he stays silent.

As you look up, you catch Namjoon looking at you with heart eyes. You’ve never seen this much passion and intensity in his stare.

It startles you a bit. You giggle.

— What ?

He smiles.

— Nothing.

— I’m waiting for the review siiiir ! if you don’t start soon, I’ll bite your nipples.

You were being absolutely silly and it was making him feel dizzy with love. He doesn’t think he’ll ever stop feeling this way when he looks at you.

Finally he confesses.

— Have I ever told you about how beautiful you are ?

— Yes, everyday.

You already know where this is going : a serenade about how much he loves you. He’s so random sometimes, but that’s what you appreciate in him.

— How every time I see you, my heart skips a beat ? How lucky I am that you’re my wife ? And how thankful I am that I get to share my love for you everyday ?

You were about to make fun of him for being sappy, but it still affected you every time he did this. It does feel good to be constantly reminded by the person that you’re sharing your heart with that they’re actually happy and grateful to have you in their life.

It’s melting your heart, and you were already quite sensitive by your need of affection. Oh God.

He keeps going. His heart is beating faster.

— I hope you’re aware that I’m being completely honest every single time I say these things to you. And I’ll repeat it, over and over again, so that you never ever doubt the feelings I have.

— Oh my God shut up. I’m about to cry. When did we stray from you reviewing your book to you showering me with love paroles.

Your eyes start watering, and eventually, a tear falls. Then another. And another again.

— Even when you cry, you’re so pretty. My pretty little crybaby.

And that was the last straw for you, causing you to definitely shut him up with a kiss.

Needless to say, you finish the night kissing and cuddling your bestfriend and lover ; and you couldn’t be happier. He feels the same.

Masterlist <3

[sweetainwen]

Deadly Valentine [KNJ]

Summary: when her friend with benefits never wanted to just be that from the moment he realized his feelings.

Pairings: Yandere!fwb!Namjoon x fem!OC (you can think of her as Y/N)

Disclaimer: this story is fictional, so each character is not as described in it. I do not own BTS or any K-pop group who will appear in this fiction.

Warning: mature content ahead, yandere, cbsession, manipolative namjoon (i’m scared myself), slight smut, fluff, killings, Yoongi’s short appearence 

Word count: 5.2k+

Do not romanticise this.

A/N:

it’s my first time writing on tumblr, english is not my first language so i apologize for any grammatical errors and typos.

Happy Valentine’s day!

ENJOY!

The air was different these days.

Red was the dominant color, a few heart-shaped objects to take up space on the streets, hallways apartments and houses.

The preparations of roses, chocolates, teddy bears and other gifts for the person you loved or were interested in were the thought of many people around the shops.

Valentine's Day was just around the corner.

It was a special day. A day in which you could express more love to your other half or have the guts to speak your feelings to your future one.

It was a more romantic way to confess. It felt almost magic.

And that was what Kim Namjoon was going to do on Valentine's day for the person he craved for. His magnificent, intellectual Valentine: Kang Jiyoung.

With her almond-shaped dark green eyes, the color inherited from her spanish mother, tan skin and hourglass-shaped curvy body, she could attract every person around her. But what enchanted people the most was the way she spoke and acted.

When she liked or disliked something, her straightforwardness would come out, but in kind words and never in a harsh manner. If you needed a hand, she was willing to lend it according to her abilities and limitations.

She was soft-spoken and trustworthy. It was hard to find someone like that, which is why he felt lucky.

 He was now watching her enjoy her coffee during her break from work, seated on a bench of the company's terrace with her back facing him.

They worked in the same company but with different tasks and on different floors.

She was an advertising designer while he managed sales and marketing.

There weren’t many chances to meet each other, however, that fateful day marked the beginning of other coincidental meetings.

“Excuse me?”

Stepping out of the elevator onto his respective work floor, a feminice voice reached his ears and shifted his attention, finding her jogging towards him while holding work papers to her chest.

“Yes? Do you need any help?”

“Have you by any chance seen Mr. Choi? From the advertising section? In his fifties, he always wears a colorful tie and hat. And he never stops laughing.”

Namjoon frowned at her description of the man, finding it a little bit amusing. But it was also the best one to be able to identify him, because everyone knew him for his eccentric self.

If you were a new employee, they would tell you what she said now.

“Oh! I saw him in the entrance lobby.”

Her smile appeared immediately and with a slight movement of her head, she thanked him, who smiled back, before heading for the lift while Namjoon resumed his walk.

At first he hadn't noticed, but then it happened often.

They would catch each other in the corridors, outside the company entrance and even on the stairs. The conversations were pleasant and quiet, it was his heart that had started to get noisy.

“Something happened?” he inquired as he seated next to her, a coffee cup between in fingers, getting a sigh as his first response.

“Fatigue and stress. As usual.” Jiyoung took a sip of her coffee, gaze still fixed on the view in front of her.

“Maybe dinner and a nighttime walk in the park can ease your mind?”

She was now looking at him, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “Again?”

“No. Just food and a walk,” he clarified with a shake of his head and a sweet smile adorning his face, which did not go unnoticed by Jiyoung's keen eyes.

Simple and straightforward. The first time he had gathered up his courage to aske her out on a friendly date, he had used those same words. He'd even been nervous of her rejection, but her knowing smirk had made him realize otherwise.

And they would ended up in bed after going out.

Namjoon watched her hum, eyes up to the sky, as if she was considering the proposal, and he chuckled at her funny face.

“It can be done.”

“You just checked your mental agenda of available days?”

She grinned cheekily, “I had to in order to have free time with you.” His heart rejoiced at those words and she glanced at the time on her wristwatch before looking at him again. “My break is ending soon. See you tonight then.”

And after winking at him, she walked off, leaving him with a lovesick smile on his face and heart impatiently waiting for her.

Her smile... The corners of her oh so beautiful and inviting lips turning up...

Her eyes… those dark green orbs watching every movements with a thoughtful glance, as if they wanted to know you deep inside…

He was going crazy.

Like now as he pounded into her, legs wrapped around his hips, on her own bed. Sweat beads rolling down from their temple, neck, chest. Groans and whimpers along with smacking sound of bodies against each other filled the silent apartment.

Arms around his neck, her hands clutched at his hair, pulling at them, thrusting her hips forward to stimulate their bodies further.

His hands firmly on her hips, rubbing his thumbs over the tender skin before pulling her closer to him, his length hitting the right spot, making their eyes roll back.

She lifted herself and connected their lips in a passionate kiss, tongues interwining with each other in a sensual dance as his weight fell upon her.

His chest met hers and he could feel her erected nipples and goosebumps over her body along her walls tightening aroud his shaft, letting him understand how good she was feeling underneath him.

“Shit! Why are you so good at this?” she breathed out erratically, a whisper sending more jolts of pleasure through his heated body and getting a low, deep, guttural chuckle out of him as he put more power behind his thrusts.

“Then let me hear even more how much I make you feel good.”

His teeth nipped at her lips and traveled down to graze over her exposed neck before slightly biting her sensitive spot, causing her to scratch down his bare back as a shaky moan escaped from her.

They weren't just satiating their sexual desire, no, they were binding two souls together through it.

Encounters of lips, intense looks, genuine smiles, attentive and affectionate hands.

He hadn't planned to end the night that way. He'd only invited her for dinner and spent a few hours together, nevertheless the temptress had been convincing, making him fall at her mercy, again.

And now, as she looked at him with eyes clouded with lust and they reach their climax together, Namjoon could also see love in them, filling his heart with insane delight and a sense of belonging.

Kang Jiyoung was the one. He was sure of it.

“Do you have plans for Valentine's Day?”

He was lying on one side on the bed, his arm over her head on the pillow as he stroked her hair and gazed intently at her side profile, the blankets covering their naked bodies.

It was the next morning. Jiyoung let him sleep in her apartment as usual, she didn’t have a problem with that. They’d wake up, smile, say good morning to each other, dress themselves after a shower and go to work in separate ways.

The last action was her decision. Jinyoung hated rumors.

She didn’t want anybody to think they were together, because they weren’t. Theirs was just sexual attraction.

That was was Jiyoung thought.

She glanced at him, perplexed by his question: - What? You too? –

“Only a few days left. It’s february.”

She gasped, eyes wide open at his response, “Oh, crap, dude! Is it valentine's day already?” She rubbed her face with her hands, inhaling deeply. “Now I undestand why people keep asking me that. I totally forgot about it!”

Namjoon giggled. He had a hunch that she had totally erased it from her memory. He’d notice her having a confused expression at her colleagues inquiring about her plans on that day, but it was normal.

From what he could tell, she wasn't a very romantic person and she didn't even care much about Valentine’s Day. Or she just hadn't found the right one.

He was here now, so she could ease her mind.

He followed her with his eyes as she got out of bed and walked over to the dresser on her left, still naked.

“I presume you’re free then.”

“Well…” she took out a new pair of simple black lingerie and turned around with a hand on her hip. “I don't see why I have to have plans. It’s just a day like any other. You don't have to be romantic just that day, you can be romantic all the time or once in a while. It’s just business, a way to make more money. “ at the end of her explanation, she brought the palm of the hand with those two pieces of underwear between her fingers up. The fingertips of the other grazing lightly against it back and forth to emphasize the last word before opening her closet near the dresser to pick a beige tailleur.  “The more people buy, the more money comes into the cash register. That’s what I think.”

“Indeed. You’re not wrong.”

“It doesn't include me, though. It won’t stop me for having fun,” Jiyoung smirked, but Namjoon frowned at that, confused. “It’s just like any other day, remember? I don't give gifts to those I relieve my stress with”

As she exited the room, Namjoon's face had darkened, his hands balled into fists and his heart in turmoil.

Oh, she didn’t just voiced that out, did she?

It was like a sharp blade piercing his heart.

As the days passed, her words were still lingering in his head and it was worse during work.

He believed it was going well, that she would feel something for him at one point. She trusted him, this was a good start, yet he wasn’t making any other progress.

And as he was waiting for her to have a little chat at the end of the outdoor stairs of the building, he witnessed her laugh heartily at something her co-workers had said through the glass door, walking side by side towards the exit.

He desperately wanted to rip that bastard’s head off.

He gritted his teeth and clenched his jaw, hand clutching the handle of his briefcase while diverting his gaze from them.

“Namjoon! How come you're still here?” her gentle and delicate voice reached his ears, earning his attention. “You will catch a cold!”

His eyes shifted to the man who was walking with his back to them before his brown orbs met green ones again.

“I was waiting for you.”

“Me? Do you want to hang out now?” He nodded and she smiled. “I love crepes. Hope you don't mind eating one.”

He froze, caught by surprise by her different attitude. The edges of her lips were tugged upwards in a soft smile, not a wicked one.

Her tone of voice was understanding, gentle. As if she knew he just wanted her company.

He smiled.

After putting their briefcases in their respective cars, they had gone to get crepes and found themselves walking around aimlessly, talking about progress at work and even making jokes.

Moments like these were what bound people together the most. You could understand at least part of the personality of the person in front of you, make it your own and act accordingly.

An important exchange to help you have that person by your side for a long time. What they liked and didn't like, what they believed in or didn't believe in, their morals.

Every step was essential. And if you wanted to take one towards the beginning of love, you had to be ready.

And he was. He longed for an eternity with her. Too much of a fairy-tale style? It didn’t matter. Dreaming of a happily ever after like in storybooks wasn't a crime.

It just showed that you had a belief in forever. Something that had been lost over time due to the fickleness of people.

But if you knew to play your cards, the game was in your hands.

He looked at her with eyes brimming with adoration as she looked around, a residue of Nutella left on her bottom lip after she finished eating her crepe.

His hand moved instinctively and his thumb ended up on it, wiping it off and then bringing his thumb to his mouth, licking off the remains of that sweet food.

Her astonished gaze was on him after that gesture, stopping both of them in their tracks.

A sly smirk tugged at his lips, orbs wickedly expressing his intentions.

Jiyoung smacked him on his shoulder, both getting the giggles after that.

And when their laughter died down, only the chatter of people was surrounding them whilst staring into each other’s eyes. They were not speaking, as if they were figuring each other out with a single glance.

“You are gorgeous when you laugh. I hope you’ve been told that,” he blurted out with a smile that grew wider.

And Jiyoung’s heart clenched with awareness. She could see it, she was not stupid. The light of hope for something more.

“Yeah. I get that a lot.”

She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, eyes darting all over the pubblic place to avoid his, feeling self-conscious.

𝚆𝚑𝚢 𝚗𝚘𝚠...?

Namjoon was a good friend, the perfect friend. He was a open-minded person and for that reason she could talk to him without biases involved. He would give you advice, different points of view on the question spoken…

You would think there were plenty of people like him, but there weren't. He was unique.

That was why she wanted to be friends. Well, leaving aside with beneficts. That was a plus and it just happened. A talk about their interests at his house, a take-away dinner on his coffe table, sitting on his couch. Glances, then a kiss and clothes on the ground.

But now, upon discovering how the situation was taking a turn she had no wish for, perhaps it was best to stop. For both of their sakes.

Maybe it would have been better not to start this.

She inhaled deeply, looking into his tempting, brown orbs again, “Namjoon… uhm… I want to… clarify something. I thought it was an obvious thing, which is why I didn't mention it.”

From her tone of voice and the way she was scratching her neck, he could tell it was a serious talk. And Namjoon also had a guess about what she was going to talk about.

His heart pounded with distress at the different things she could say.

“We are both aware that we are friends with benefits. There is no romantic attachments. But I also know that people's feelings can change. I've noticed how you've been acting differently, so I have to ask...” A small, uneasy smile spread over her face, “Do you have feelings for me? Because if so, to avoid...” She bit her bottom lip whilst looking down pensively, trying not to use the wrong word to describe a future scenario. “hitches of any sort, it's better to end it. Stay away from each other until the feelings begin to... fade.”

She looked at him again, waiting for his verbal answer, but all she saw was his furrowed brow and blinking eyes. And her hands started sweating.

“What? Friends with benefits?” her breath hitched, pupils restricted and hands freezing. “Are we not too old for that? I feel like a teenager now.”

And he broke into a chuckle and a playful smile, making Jiyoung almost lose her balance, but he was ready to support her by holding her arms with his hands.

“You fucking bitch! You scared me!” she spat out angrily, feeling relief after knowing he was just joking, pulling away from him. “I thought you-! Ugh! And no! We’re not old!”

“You should have seen your face. It was hilarious.”

She sulked, “Shut up!”

“I’m curious though. Although it's personal, I wanted to know if it's a previous relationship of yours that ended badly that makes you talk like this.”

He had spoken slowly, seemingly with a calm voice and relaxed body, yet he had a fire of rage inside at the mere thought of someone who had hurt her psychologically and physically in the past.

He would find him and teach him a lesson.

She hummed, tilting her head to one side, “You can say so. But it’s not just that. No one says it but there are, like... rules when you're with someone. Unspoken rules. And for that reason, I felt like a mouse being chased every second by a cat. Freedom is really important to me, so I have always been the one to end a relationship.” she shrugged. “Maybe I’ll change my mind over time, or I’m just not meant for this kind of things. We’ll see. I hope your view of me hasn't changed.”

“Why?” he frowned, perplexed. “You cherish yourself, your opinion and will. A lot of people feel the same as you. I'm aware that this society still doesn't accept this fact when it comes to women, but screw it!“ he moved a hand up in the air at the end, as if to shoo away a fly, before cupping her cheeks and softly putting his forehead against hers, not taking his eyes off her. “ You are important. Everything about you is important.”

“So… you were not mad at me because of what I said that day? About me having fun?”

Uncertainty could be detected in her voice.

It was understandable. His behaviour was a bit cold. Especially in sexual matters. They would just talk, a few hugs, but when she would want to have more, he would deflect the situation. They haven’t done it since that day, so she thought it was due to her words.

It was.

But Namjoon couldn’t tell her that, he didn’t want her to leave him. He couldn’t even tell her that it was doing it on purpose and her reactions were just what he expected.

“Of course not! I’m just stressed these days. And don’t fret…” he the corner of his lips had stretched so wide that Jiyoung could clearly see his dimples. “If I catch feelings for you, or you catch feelings for me, we will stop.”

His thumbs brushed gently over her skin and kissed her, and for a split-second, Jiyoung swore that she saw the whole galazy in his eyes.

And it took her breath away.

Had she really seen wrong? No love involved? Maybe she was aging faster than normal and as a result her eyesight had been failing? Probably.

“Now that we have that settled, are you free tonight?”

She snapped out of her trance and blinked, “Oh! I’m going out with my friends. It’s been a while since I last saw them. Since tomorrow is my day off, I wanted to see them.”

Namjoon hummed and nodded, moving away from her, “Then tomorrow night you’re mine.”  he smirked. “I missed you a lot.”

She smirked back, orbs twinkling with malice. Oh, of course he missed her!

“I can’t wait then.”

It was originally supposed to be dinner out, but her friends had decided to include the nightclub a few blocks from Jiyoung's house to end the night.

It had quickly become known for its efficient service, and they had never tried it. So they had taken advantage of the opportunity.

Jiyoung, knowing that she would end up drunk out of her mind and with a man in bed every time she entered such places, had decided to decline. However, her friends had reminded her that being together again, with work and all, wasn't always possible, so they wanted to have some fun now that they could.

They had also added that her friend wouldn't mind if she went with them, it was just a girls' night out.

Jiyoung had only rolled her eyes at their words.

They had come to visit her one day and had caught Namjoon kissing her on her doorway in the hallway of her apartment floor. And she had explained what was between them.

Although, when they happened to see him, they always said how he was completely into her and that she should go for it, because a man like that wasn't easy to find. The response was just a sense of denial that led them to feel sorry for him, given how much efforts he was putting into it.

But there was nothing they could do about it. It was her life and they could only give her advice. It was up to her to decide whether or not to follow them.

And now Jiyoung was sitting at the bar with her fourth glass of alcohol between her fingers, watching the others dance with someone already eating their faces.

“We want to be with you,” she mimicked their voices, grimacing with her mouth and then pouting. “Such beautiful friends.”

And she gulped down her drink in one go.

“Did your friends ditch you too?”

The loud voice because of the blasting music came very close to her ear and she turned her head, finding a man with feline-shaped eyes staring at her with an amused smile.

Sitting on the stool next to her, he too with a glass in his hand, eyes sparkling likely from being tipsy.

She sighed, placing a hand on her chest melodramatically, “Unfortunately, yes. Saying that they would have fun with me, but leaving me behind as fast as they are with those guys.”

The man chuckled at her performance, taking a sip of his drink, “Don’t fret, madam. This humble man will keep you company if you want him to. And- ” he glanced at the dance floor, eyes focusing on the men entertaining themselves with Jiyoung’s friends. “-the guys who are going to get their freak on, are my friends, my lady.”

She fakely gasped, “What a small world, sir!”

She snorted out a laugh, cheeks that began to take on a red tint from the alcohol.  

They made a toast and exchanged playful glances for their encounter.

They talked for they did not know how long, laughing at a few jokes, the alcoholic drinks starting to kick in. Until, completely wasted, they ended up in her apartment, their lips devouring each other as they reached her bedroom.

The ringing cell phone suddenly woke her up. Her racing heart and the headache from the hangover made that sound deafening. At the exact moment the ringtone ceased, she opened her eyes and looked around, realizing she was in her room.

Then she stared at the digital clock placed on the nightstand next to her side of the bed, but furrowed her brow when she didn't see it. So she turned around and saw it on the other side.

Had she switched sides where she slept? Since when?

It was only at then that she became aware of a figure beside her and her naked body. She grunted and cursed herself mentally. It was to be expected that it would end like this. Maybe she needed to lay off the booze.

Turning on the bedside lamp, she decided to get up, wear her undergarment still on the ground and drink some water to dehydrate herself along with a painkiller for her headache.

Should she tell Namjoon? It seemed the right thing to do. She respected him and didn’t want this to become a secret. She sighed.

While opening the drawer in the bathroom where the medicines were kept, she noticed her hands. Her pupils trembled, trying not to freak out at that red liquid on them. Jiyoung looked around, trying to figure out where it was coming from, until she decided to go back to the man in her bed.

Kneels on the ground and a lump forming in her throat, she took a better loor at his face, noticing it was the same men she had met at the club.

It looked like he was blissfully sleeping. But something was wrong. She couldn't hear him breathing, not even a little. His chest was still, his whole body was.

She shook him lightly by the arm, “Hey, are you okay? Can you hear me? Can you wak-”

The light barely illuminated the room, as only one was on, so she didn't notice the strange black shadow on his neck. She gulped, dismissing the horrible thought that was taking shape in her mind and giving heed to another less frightening one. Like a birthmark.

Yes, probably a birthmark.

However, when she decided to turn on the other lamp to get a better look, the sight before her was gruesome, giving life to what she feared.

It was not a birthmark, but actually blood that had leaked from a cut jugular vein. His neck was awfully halfway open. Her eyes followed those trails of scarlet liquid that had run down his chest, until they reached his stomach completely disfigured by deep gashes that have formed a hole in it. The weapon had violently penetrated the flesh, almost showing the intestines. The floor had traces of that crime too.

Jiyoung began to hyperventilate, hands to tremble, face to turn pale and heart pressed by fear, shock and disbelief, falling backwards on the ground. She couldn’t breath. Her head exploding.

It was a nightmare! It was not real! It couldn’t be! It fucking couldn’t!

Her ears felt like they were ringing, everything was muffled, even the incessant cell phone ringing. All she could hear clearly were her irregular breaths.

He was dead! He was dead! He was dead! This stranger had died in her house and she couldn't remember shit!

What was she supposed to do? How had this happened? Why here? Why her? When had this happened? Why didn't she remember anything? Was she so out of it that she couldn't?!

Tears began to roll down her face, dreading the consequences this would bring on her.

“Jiyoung! Are you home? You left your door open! What’s going on in your head?!”

Namjoon’s worried voice echoed cloud and clear in her apartment, frightening her even more.

𝚆𝚑𝚢 𝚗𝚘𝚠?! 𝚆𝚑𝚢 𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚠?!

Everything was a blur and her heart had gone berserk. She couldn’t move. He would think she was the culprit, everyone would think she was the culprit!

It would be her downfall. Her life would be destroyed. A stigma attached to her.

And when her name was called, so close, disbelief distinctly audible in his voice, she knew it was over.

Turning her head, their eyes met. Then Namjoon shifted his attention to the man.

“I… I don’t know what happened.” her voice cracked, orbs fixed on the dead body again. “I woke up. I… found him like this. I… I’m… I… I don’t remember… I…” she sobbed, more tears coming out uncontrolled.

Her vision was blurred, but she still managed to notice Namjoon kneeling in front of her and cupping her face in his hands, thus blocking her view of the body.

“Hey, hey, hey! Look at me, Jinyoung.” he was gentle, eyes glossy, caressing her cheeks to soothe her. “Now we’re going to clean this up now, ok? You didn’t do anything. It was an accident.” his forehead was now against hers, never losing eye contact.

“I’m scared, Namjoon.”

A faint whisper. Anxiety, terror, helplessness. Namjoon’s heart wept at the state she was in. Hiding this crime was wrong, but she was his Jiyoung.

His life.

“They haven't fixed the security cameras yet, have they?” she shook her head furiously, lips quivering. “Then we’re lucky.” he smiled faintly. “Do you have any large black trash bags?”

“What…?”

“I need them for the body.”

She nodded, blinking her tears away, “Yes. Yes, there are.”

“Good. Wear something now, it’s cold.”

And the disposal of proofs began.

Namjoon wrapped the corpse in the blood-soaked sheets along with his clothes and the knife used to kill him which was found under the bed. He put it in several trash bags, using tape to keep them in place. He later carried it over his shoulder towards the emergency stairs, tossing it in his car trunk and left.

Jiyoung instead started cleaning the room with what was most effective in removing stains like those.

The sun had now risen and after washing up, she was now sitting on the living room couch, an ID card in her hands taken from the wallet found on the floor. The man's.

Min Yoongi.

She killed Min Yoongi. A son, maybe a father, boyfriend, husband.

Guilt creeped in.

Hands appeared in her line of sight, taking from her fingers the card that reminded her of the sin she had committed, placing it on the coffe table.

“I killed someone. My hands… the blood…”

Namjoon wrapped his arms around her, shushing her tenderly. He rocked her from side to side, trying to calm her down.

“It was an accident. You would never do it intentionally.”

He kissed her head, closing his eyes. And Jiyoung burst out crying, holding onto him tightly.

“Please, please, please… Don’t leave me… Please…”

“I already called to have my day off. I’m here. I won’t leave, darling.”

She fell asleep between his arms whilst his fingers were stroking her head. He tightened his grip on her and a smirk formed on his lips.

The attachment of one person to another had various forms. And this was one of them.

Feeling grateful, fear of losing the one person who had helped you during an unexpected and frightening moment.

You also had control over that situation. The person would see you from a different point of view. A guide, a helper, a lifeline.

Creating a bond of complicity. A strong, unbreakable connection. Maybe love.

He knew she would give in to her friends' request, making his job easier. He also knew she would wake up with the ringtone of her phone.

But no one would know that he had made a copy of Jiyoung's apartment keys. That he had waited patiently to get in and ruin the man who had dared to sleep with his Jiyoung after making her inhale chloroform to prevent her from hearing the atrocity going on. That he had heard the man's muffled screams caused by his hand over his mouth as he penetrated his flesh with the knife. That he had buried the deceased person under meters of soil in the woods.

If you knew how to play your cards, the game was in your hands.

Namjoon took out his phone, looking at the date and time.

February 14.

9:30 am.

He laid his head on hers, an euphoric feeling pervading his body.

“Happy valentine’s day, sweetie.”

Silence attended that eerie, out-of-place whisper.

[barbylion]

oc & ship tags

the ol faithfuls

oc: saana

oc: feliks

oc: jay

oc: isobel

mourning, ga

oc: charlotte

oc: mattie

our life mcs

oc: iris

oc: mahari

oc: jorja

oc: hero

oc: prisha

oc: finnigan

oc: angel

oc: mindy

sleepless in seoul

oc: lucky

oc: shinhee

oc: anri

oc: paul

oc: stella

oc: sunny

oc: lilt

oc: kevin

oc: victor

oc: kim miso

oc: taeyang

oc: queen

oc: jiyoung

oc: ha sora

oc: kwon jiyu

oc: camila

jeju blues

oc: inkyu

oc: jinjoo

oc: sinae

tradian

oc: angelina

oc: khayr leesha

oc: aalis gauthier

lady/aghassi

oc: shin arang

oc: haneol 

dawson

oc: lavinia

oc: e dawson

marlowe's magnificent menagerie

oc: yue qian

oc: adeline

inferno, inc.

oc: marchosias

oc: ira

new york fables

oc: goldie

oc: helel

hatchetfield

oc: zar

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ship: pretty in punk (isobel x feliks)

ship: dayu (jiyu x daheon (friend's oc!))

ship: ongsun (sunny x shiwoo (an npc-coded oc))

ship: shinshon (jiyoung x minho (her lovely npc hupsand))

ship: quintop (queen x tabi (friend's oc!))

ship: kevbo (kevin x bora (npc manic pixie dream girl))

ship: two idiots (sinae x jaeyoung (npc ass husband-not-husband-husband))

qp: doug lillard (a queer platonic rs between finn, prisha, and their bassist jonesy)

ship: mournga (charlotte x mattie, trauma bonded 4lyfe)

qp: hyunmi (miso x hyunjin (friend's oc!). two gays inexplicably drawn to each other in a shitty practice room)

you guys i actually sat down and wrote all of my oc and ship tags down instead of trying to remember them in the moment >:)

[soyeonsbabygirl]

📁Moji but it’s just Momo being jealous

Clip 1 📹…

The girls were all live having a good time talking to fans. Momo was trying to stay focused but that was harder than she thought with Jia and Nayeon next to her practically flirting. Jia would whisper something in Nayeon’s ear making Nayeon giggle while Jia smirked, or when Nayeon would talk she would look down at her lips teasing the younger girl. Momo got tired of it and let out a loud sigh that making it obvious she was feeling annoyed, Jia looked over at Momo which made Momo want to melt on the spot. Jia teasingly leaned in close to Momo, taking notice to how Momo’s cheeks seemed to get pinker the closer Jia got. Jia laughed pulling away as she left her hand on Momo’s thigh leaving Momo a blushing mess as she attempted to get through the rest of live.

Clip 2 📹…

Dahyun was talking to the camera as she filmed a vlog. She was sitting next to Momo who had a smile on her face listening to Dahyun talk as well as flirting with the girl at times. “have you guys seen my shirt?” Jia’s voice could be heard calling out to the living room. “Which one! I know all your shirts, describe it to me!” Momo called out in response, Jia walked into the living room both girls looking up at her off camera. Jia smirked as her eyes stayed on Dahyun making the girl shift in her spot on the couch which Momo also took notice of. “I found my shirt.” Momo followed Jia’s eyes to Dahyun’s body , then she understood what Jia meant. Dahyun was wearing a white shirt that had a design of spider webs outlined by rhinestones, a shirt that Jia had worn numerous times. Her gaze hardened as Dahyun giggled trying to change topics as Jia walked away.

Clip 3 📹…

All of TWICE walked in the airport coming back from international schedules, multiple fans were screaming, cameras flashing, bodyguards protecting them from any potential threats as they walked. Jihyo held Jia’s hand as they both waved at fans or in Jia’s case the occasional wink paired with a teasing smile or flirty smirk. Momo walked behind them at first trying to keep a smile but her eyes always made it back to Jihyo and Jia’s hands. at one point Momo can be seen running towards the 2, once she got to Jia she hugged the girl putting her face in her neck. Jia laughed as she held Momo’s hand smirking slightly letting go of Jihyo’s hand forgetting that she was even holding the girls hand as she held Momo’s hand throughout the whole airport. A tiny smirk could be seen on Momo’s face as she looked back at Jihyo no longer holding Jia’s hand.

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[lilacshouko]

We Need a Little Romance In Life

Warning(s): bad grammar 😭 I’m trying to fix within my abilites | Update: unkown | Webtoon heavy (follow webtoon with a change here and there) | OC centric (Female)-but you can think however you want.

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Chapter 2

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A few days later

Kartein went out first, followed by Claris once she heard a ruckus outside. She just finished giving the final touch to Jiwoo’s. She was greeted by a bunch of awakeners, and 4 of them are in their teen.

‘They must be Jiwoo’s friends’ 

Unknowingly, she smiled and felt warm.

‘What a sight’

“Thank you very much”

Claris returned to her brother's side and noticed Jiyoung bowing to Kartein.

“It’s Yoo Jiyoung, the president of Shinhwa”

Kartein noted, The black-haired beauty replied with a yes.

While Kartein takes a look around, Claris decides to introduce herself formally to Jiyoung.

“Pleasure to make your acquaintance, Yoo Jiyoung, Korea’s no.1 awakeners and Shinhwa’s President. I am Claris, Kartein’s younger sister.” Claris swallows her shyness, she has to make a dignified, good impression in front of other influential awakeners!

“It is a pleasure, Lady Claris”

“Please, just Claris. I’m just happy to meet other powerful female awakeners, I’m sure we could be good friends. I would love to chat more with you, but we have to rest now. See you next time, Jiyoung”

Kayden, Kartein, and Claris left the place to go back to the house. Kayden took the lead.

While Kartein is busy trying the technique, Claris went out for a few days, to do some business, Kartein and Kayden are informed that she won’t be at the house for a few days. Kartein albeit reluctantly decided to let her, as long as she keeps contact.

---

With Claris, she arrived at the Union. Now, standing in front of Park Seongha. Blushing, fidgeting, and looking up. That man is taller than her. She even wears heels! And she only comes to his upper torso area?!

“He-Hello! I keep my words!”

“Yes. I can see that. Uhm, do you need something from Union Lady Claris?”

“O-oh! Please, just Claris! Ur..yes…I-I-I would like to meet Dr.Delein!”

Seongha stiffened, 

“I’m afraid….I can’t let you visit Dr.Delein”

“Oh? Urm….why?”

“Because he’s under strict surveillance and contact is minimalized, to not have the previous trouble happen in the future”

“…..I can’t have that….”

Despite Claris' blooming crush on Seongha, she wants to meet Dr.Delein in person, and she will. Her demeanor and aura changed, Seongha noticed and tightened up his guard. Claris not longer blushing and smiling, but cold.

“…I want to meet Dr.Delein…now, Park Seongha from Union, it will do you good to lead the way. I don’t like to play around”

Seongha frowned, but he very much understand, that Union would not be safe if he didn’t abide by her wish. Claris is known to be a pacifist now, but in the past, Claris are known to be ruthless, the only outcome from fighting her was death, or their core shattered beyond fixing. He couldn’t take any chances, with the current things going on in the country.

“Alright, but I will stay inside too. I hope you can understand that, …Claris”

The woman back to her smiling face and pink dusting her cheeks.

“Yes, of course! Tha-thank you!”

Seongha sighed, he can’t deny that she looks very ravishing, wearing a sundress and her smiling face….her round eyes and plump, soft, lips….

‘Urg, focus! Park Seongha!’

Focus he did. Seongha leads the way.

—-

Inside the visiting room.

Claris sit in front of Dr.Delein, and Park Seongha standing near the table beside Claris.

Claris is still with a smile on her face, while Dr.Delein looks a bit taken back and wary of her presence.

“Hello, Dr.Delein, I’m afraid we never meet. But I heard numerous illegal deeds you did around. I have to say, you did a great job covering your track"

“Uh, Yes…”

“O-oh! I’m Claris!”

“Yes..Lady Claris. I know about you”

“All good things I hope!”

“…”

“No-now! I come here to tell you something”

“What is it?”

“Please refrain from running away again like before. Even if your student, Wooin is in danger. It won’t do you or him any good, when it comes to that, I may or may not have to finish you off. I acknowledge your abilities, especially how nice of you to heal Jiwoo’s arms. But this and that are different things. Wooin is a strong boy, trust him”

“I know…I understand..is that all?”

“…..”

Claris smiled and stood up, Dr.Delein noticed and followed. She extends her hand, and he reciprocates. 

“I just don’t want a knowledgeable awakener like you to fall into the wrong hands”

Suddenly blue energy appeared from Claris’s hand to Dr.Delein. Seongha immediately separate the two, and he glared at Claris.

The platinum-haired woman flinched, and before he could say anything, Claris cut him off

“Re-relax! I just mark him down!! Now I know if he ever ran away, I can easily track him down. Of course, I will inform Union if that will ever happen! So..so..calm down okay”

Seongha, still frowning, decided to trust her words.

"Now, my business is done here"

"...You just come to warn and..mark..me? How can you know that I won't erase the mark..?"

Claris smiles,

"I come here to mark you, seeing your past crimes and you're valuable, not to me but others. Also, you're free to try erasing the mark. I am sure you know my capabilities Dr.Delein. You're smart" 

With that, she walked out.

Now that they are out from the Union’s Headquarters.

Claris gives her phone to Seongha, 

“?”

“Please, give a y-your number”

She can’t stand still, fidgeting with a red face.

Seongha obliged. 

*ping* 

came from Seongha’s.

“That-that’s my number. Feel free to contact me, Seongha.”

He nodded, watching her. Feeling a bit warm...

“Uhm, are you busy right now, Seongha?”

“No……why?”

Claris gather all the courage and grab Seongha’s hand, gripping it hard.

“Take me around will you?”

Shooting Seongha her pleading eyes, he froze. 

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[thtupidity]

had to sit my ass down and draw

[lubdubsworld]

Better Man.

              ~~~~We might still be in love, if you were a better man. ~~~~

Taehyung x OC 

Rating 18 +

Angst. 

Implied Infidelity in the past. 

Chapter 1 ~ Walk out the first time. 

"Are you okay?" My mother's soft voice came from behind me and i panicked, hurriedly swiping at the tears that were streaking down my face. Heart pounding, I grabbed a bunch of tissues from the dresser, patting my face down hurriedly , making sure to keep my back to her. 

"I'm fine, Mom." I said , voice surprisingly steady as I turned around to smile weakly at her. She stood near the doorway, a petite woman of fifty with greying hair and too many wrinkles. 

I thought she looked older than she was and i knew I had a part to play in that. Sighing, I tried not to cry more, moving to gently take my son out of her arms. 

He was four years old, fast asleep and smiling sweetly in his slumber. He had downy black hair, feather soft and warm brown eyes. He looked incredibly like his father, the resemblance stunning even though he was so young. I stared at him some more, laying him down on the bed and brushing the hair off his face. 

"Are you sure there is no mistake? Taehyung ssi wouldn't hurt us like this..." My mother said, sounding broken and I felt a pang of sympathy. But also annoyance. 

Us. 

Us....like she had an equal share in the hurt I was feeling.

 I was the one getting a  divorce but my mother made it sound like it was personal to her as well. Like somehow, the fact that she now had to meet her friends and tell them that her daughter was divorced could compare to the pain I was feeling. To the sheer anguish that was filling me.

To be fair though, my mother had loved Taehyung very much. Her favorite son-in-law . My sister's husband had been a mean drunkard who had brought a lot of misery to our family. Taehyung by contrast had been a loving, filial son in law. He had cared deeply for my parents, paid for my father's funeral ( even though the man itself was nothing more than a drunk , cheating fool who had abandoned us )  and he had been the most kind man . 

I swallowed. 

Maybe , you should have forgiven him. Maybe , you shouldn't have divorced him . So, he slept with another woman. Fine.  It was one night... just one night. you should have gotten over it! Was it worth it to spend all these countless nights alone? To break your mother's heart a thousand times over? 

 The funny thing was, i had forgiven him. Maybe right after I had found out. He had stood there, looking shell-shocked and horrified and his eyes had begged me for forgiveness and my heart had cracked , the way it always did whenever I saw him in distress. And when he had looked me in the eye and said, "  I’m sorry,  Jang mi..." I had forgiven him right then and there.

 But it was the forgetting that was hard. The fear that it would happen again. The fear that somehow, I was the reason he strayed. And that kind of fear can be debilitating. For the first three weeks, I'd tried to pretend it hadn't happened. I had tried hard to see him the way I had always seen him but it had been impossible. everytime I saw him, my heart had broken anew. It had been hard but I had to accept that things would never be the same. That I would forever look at him and remember what he’d done. That I would forever wonder if he would do it again. 

So we had done the wise thing. 

At first a break.

 A few days apart to get our head on straight.  Then I’d found a job and I had to move closer to the office to make the commute easy. And then suddenly, I wasn’t seeing him even during the weekends , to spend time as family for our son’s sake. And just like that , a whole year had passed and we  were separated. Only meeting to hand Hoshi over to each other. 

"I'm sorry mother." I said softly. I knew that she blamed me, a whole lot for the separation. 

People with children  didn't leave each other over infidelity in my country. You hit your husband, denied him from your bed maybe but you didn't break up a family over one night of bad decisions. You just didn't .

But for me, it was beyond the act. It was the broken trust, the shock of knowing that some other woman had given him something I couldn't, the fact that he had even wanted it from another woman had been enough for me to crumble on the inside.  

But, none of it mattered now. 

He wanted a divorce. Officially. Wanted to end it for real. 

It was jarring, how badly it shook me. I felt unaccountably lost and confused and disoriented. I couldn't imagine not being Taehyung’s wife , i realized with a stunning sense of self realization.

 Call me irrational, but apparently, I couldn't stop thinking of him as my husband , even after two years. Soon he wouldn't be my husband. 

He would be  my ex -husband. 

i hated that word. 

It had such a plethora of negative connotations to it. When you hear it , you just brace yourself for unpleasantness.

 Because it is unpleasant. A marriage ending, a family breaking, feelings hurt , hearts shattered,  angry words tossed...its all a very unpleasant experience for everyone involved. 

An ex husband was seldom a harbinger of happiness, more often a reminder of choices gone wrong, regrets and wasted time. and I didn’t want to associate Taehyung with a word like that.

Taehyung who was still the kindest, warmest human being I knew. The best father in the world. 

I felt like someone had sucked all the strength out of me.

I didn’t really want to think about the call I’d gotten from Taehyung last night. An appointment with a divorce lawyer.  It had been followed by an apology because apparently, someone in the law firm had let the info leak. And now it was all over the sleazy tabloids that fed on people’s misery. 

It was impossible to escape it too, Taehyung was famous. An idol. And actor. The country's sweetheart. And he was the epitome of perfection. The beautiful, talented actor with an impeccable record of well behavior. 

I knew that literally everyone on the planet thought he was a literal angel. 

 I remembered how much , by contrast, I had been hated when I'd married him.

I could just imagine how much more it would all be this time around. And i wondered if it bothered Taehyung too. Did he perhaps wish he’d never met me

? 

It had been sheer luck that we had met.... 

In fact, if Jimin's  car hadn't broken down right outside our home on that cold December night, I wouldn't have even met Taehyung. A great cosmic shift, somewhere some butterfly flapped its wing a certain way and suddenly, Jimin’s car ran over a thumbtack and his phone was dead so while he tried to fix the damage , Taehyung  just had to knock on our home and I had been the one to open it. 

Boom. That was it. Love at first sight. 

 I had been a high school kid and he had been barely nineteen. Fresh faced and cheerful , the struggling idol from a small company. He hadn't been surrounded by fans or chased by saesangs. He hadn't had security tailing him. No daesangs, BBMAs, or acting awards. No blockbuster movies to his credit , no chart-bursting songs either . 

And I had fallen in love with that version of him. 

The hardworking, talented young man who worked twice as hard as anyone around him. 

 That's right. You've loved him for fifteen years.  So it's understandable that you're upset. Now, maybe you can move on too. Go on a few of those blind dates that Jiyoung is always setting you up on. Go live your life instead of being a zombie. Get a hair cut. Dye your hair red. Do something to get your life in order. 

"I still find it hard to believe that he would want a divorce. Jangmi yah... did you tell him you forgave him? Tell him you wanted to try again..." My mother said again and the distress in her voice was equal parts heartbreaking and exasperating. 

"Mother, I don't want to try again . We aren't married anymore. It's over, whatever it was between us. " 

 Whatever it was. 

How cruel, to have all that love, all that affection  reduced to a phrase like that. 

What a pity. 

"But what about Hoshi? He needs his father..." My mother cried out and I willed myself not to snap. She means well, I thought miserably. 

"He has a father. Taehyung is an excellent father and you know that. Don’t start that again.” 

My mother sighed.

"I still feel that this wouldn’t happen if you tried a little bit. He’s a good boy. Such a good boy and you could never do anyone better. Why are you so full of pride, Jangmi... so prideful...you should be a little humble. Think of the kind of man he is...where would you find a man like that ? And moreover .... Taehyung loves you. i know he does." My mother said stubbornly. 

I sighed, feeling my fingers shake from the effort not to scream. I wasn’t strong enough to have this conversation with her. Not now. Possibly never. Taehyung did  love me. Had never made any effort to hide it. But sometimes, love wasn’t enough. It just wasn’t. 

And I wanted to yell at my mother she was at least partially to blame for me walking out on Taehyung. 

My father had left us for another woman , when I was twelve. I had seen the toll it had taken on my mother and I just knew that I would never let a man do that to me. My mother had later confided in me that it wasn’t the first time. He had done it before. A lot of times. And my mother had always forgiven him. Let him back into our lives. 

And one night, drunk on soju she had confided between hiccups, ‘ I wish I’d walked out the first time.” 

And that had stuck with me. 

Walk out the first time. 

If he cheats on you , walk out the first time. Don’t stick around waiting for him to do it to you again. Walk out the first time. 

 And so I had. 

“ Should I talk to him? Tell him you’ve changed your mind? “ My mother began and I felt my patience snap.

“No!! Could you just, for the love of God, stay out of this, ma? It’s over. Our marriage is over and it has been over for a long time. A piece of paper doesn’t really change that, does it? Its not my fault you can’t get over it but that’s a you problem. And you need to fix it yourself.  “ I shouted. 

My mother immediately recoiled, eyes shuttering down. 

“Of course. You know the best. Who cares how anyone else feels, right, Jang Mi? You always know best.” She said softly, and I exhaled, shaken. There it was. The guilt trip. It was never ending. 

Please... I just need to go now.” I moved to grab my bag, :” I need to go get ready for the meeting with the lawyers tomorrow. You can keep Hoshi with you tonight.  I’ll come pick him up after I’m done and then I’ll drop him off at his father’s place.” 

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With Taehyung and I, our break up hadn’t been terrible. 

It hadn’t been terrible because our own penchant for being terrible had always been very minimal. We didn’t do swearing or fights or threats and it always annoyed our friends that we got along so well. That it was so easy for us to forgive and move on with each other . That we were the one couple who didn’t hold grudges or bring up past mistakes. 

Which is why, when we did break up, none of our friends had tried to change our minds over it. They had accepted it rather calmly, shocked at first because it was so out of the blue but not opposed to the idea itself . They just trusted us to know the right thing to do because we were easily the most mature , the most level headed couple in the entire group. We were usually the sounding boards , the voice of reason in whatever petty conflict our friends were involved in . 

So when it was us, needling a little advice, a little guidance, our friends had been woefully ill equipped to help. They had merely hummed and nodded and empathized. Maybe that was another reason I’d left. I hadn’t considered the alternative. No one had asked me to consider the alternative. 

Our friends had watched us drift apart watched us break up, but they hadn’t really asked us  why.  

Because if something had caused Kim Taehyung and Jang Mi to break up, man, that must’ve been a really huge issue. 

So the break up had been amicable. Gradual and slow but mostly amicable, eased by our mutual love for our son. We wanted him happy and he was happy when we were happy. So we put on a front, laughed and joked in front of him and let him have some semblance of normalcy in his life. 

It wasn’t easy. 

From him,  it had been nothing but a mess of   heated glances, touches laced with intent and eyes begging forgiveness . every gaze of his was a silent scream for a second chance that I was not at all ready to give. 

Because for me, the raw hurt and anger and frustration that bubbled up every time I saw him , it had nowhere to go. It stayed churning in my gut, made everything bitter and unpalatable and I wanted to hurt him for hurting me. How could I think of a second chance when the hurt from the first, was still so fresh, an open wound festering. 

Self esteem in tatters, I had hated him fiercely. 

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The meeting was at his company, and I arrived at nine in the morning, with a few more minutes to spare.  I knew the place like the back of my hand, was here at least  once a week either to pick or drop Hoshi off and I knew that the conference room in the third floor was sound proof and cut off from the rest of the building for extra privacy. 

Which was a little too late because I’d found two tabloid newspapers waiting outside my apartment this morning. 

I opened the door carefully, surprised to see Taehyung sitting in one of the chairs, bent over a sheaf of paper on the table and next to him a leggy girl in a small skirt hovered, fingers resting lightly on his shoulder, bent at the optimum angle to show him her curves. 

I sighed, looking away.

It was way too early for this. 

“Mia!” Taehyung’s voice made me look up, and I watched as he stood up, pushing the chair away and moving to me . He was easily the most good looking man in the country. And he looked so good at thirty five that it was impossible to look away from him. 

He was dressed in a pale blue shirt and black slacks and it never amazed me, how good clothes fit him. 

I took in the broad shoulders, thick arms and the lean waist, the carefully styled hair and the breathtakingly beautiful face and sighed when he kept coming closer, hands held out. . 

Of course, the customary hug. 

i let him wrap his arms around me, my face buried in the comforting warmth of his body, the scent of his cologne filling my brain . He always smelled so good it made my heart hurt. I tried not to let myself get carried away. Tried to remind myself that this wasn’t anything more than a.....

A facade ? Or was it? Was his affection genuine? 

Was I just too cynical?

I shook my head, pulling away and smiling a little at the genuine venom in the leggy girl’s face. 

“Are you okay? Where’s Hoshi?” Taehyung brushed the hair off my face, eyes warm and I wondered if he’d forgotten we were here to get a divorce.

 Whenever we met, Taehyung acted like we were still together. 

No, that wasn’t it. 

He just didn’t act like we had broken up. He was affectionate and open and cooperative. It always left me in a sort of limbo, unable to navigate our relationship with clear boundaries. There were no line to stop myself from crossing, because he just didn’t draw them. 

“ Ms. Lee says we just have to go over the details like the alimony and the custody and the division of assets and then we can just proceed. Get it all finalized.  “ He said casually, when I moved away and sat on the chair opposite him. 

“Okay .” I said casually. 

He smiled and turned back to the girl next to him.

“I’ll join you after the meeting Lisa.” he gave her a nice wide smile and the girl practically bloomed under the attention before bowing curtly in my direction. I watched her walk away, slightly amused.

“Bit younger than your usual type.” I commented , glancing at him. He gave me a look.

“I’m not dating her.” He shrugged. 

“Does she know that?” I retorted.

 It was dumb. Uncalled for. I was being a bitch, really but the urge to evoke some kind of reaction from Taehyung was something I’d never really out grown. I liked getting under his skin.

Taehyung sighed and gave me a little smirk.

“Are you jealous, Mia mine?” He teased. 

It felt a little like someone had dug a nine inch dagger straight  into my heart. 

That stupid nickname. 

God I couldn’t bear it. 

Swallowing i looked away. 

“Sorry. “ he said quietly, a few seconds later. 

I nodded curtly. 

“Don’t do it again.” I said hoarsely. 

“Why not?” He whispered gently. 

I groaned. 

“Taehyung... “

“it’s just a name...why does it bother you so much?” He whispered. 

“The same reason you’re asking me for a divorce.” I said softly.

He blinked.

“Mia...”

“Because we both know its time to stop.” I said quietly. “ Stop dancing around each other , stop doing...whatever it is we’ve been doing these past two years and give our relationship a name. “ 

“I’m not very fond of labels.” He shrugged. I glared at him. 

“Well tough luck. Labels are good. Labels are great. They let you draw boundaries. “ I retorted. 

“You sound like you’ve had enough of me.”

“Well, haven’t you had enough of me?” I snapped.

“Not even close.” He leaned forward gently, eyes pinning me to the table with a gaze so strong he may as well have used his body. And it didn’t help that two years wasn’t enough time to forget how it would feel if he  had  used his body. How it would feel to be stretched out on that table, him on top of me, hands working my clothes open, lips kissing their way down my jaw. 

I could almost taste him, taste the minty freshness of his breath, feel his tongue in my mouth, the hardness of him inside me. My thighs clenched because I hadn’t gotten laid in two fucking years and even if i did, no one would ever compare to the man in front of me. 

“Mr. Kim? Mrs. Kim? “ 

The lawyer’s voice broke the spell and i straightened, swallowing. Ms. Lee had walked in , and I watched her close the conference door behind her before locking it gently. 

She was young, dressed in a business suit , a no nonsense bun and had small round framed glasses. She gave me a nice smile, shook hands with us both and placed her briefcase on the table before glancing between us. 

“Shall we begin?” 

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Author’s Note : its gonna be a bumpy ride.