#park yeon jin

[marieroemer]

Aaah I love this show !!!

[vanilladollette]

Hey girl wassup, can you write about sweet female reader, with (all the characters if that's okay for u, if no, then jae Joon)

Female reader who is friends with Dong Eun and she had no idea that burns were from the bullies, and didn't know that jae Joon was apart of the incident, and when Dong exposes jae Joon, female reader goes from sweet to cold towards Jae Joon and breaks up with him, and lends him to be yandere.

(ALSO GIRL I WANNA SAY THAT I LOVE YOUR THE GLORY X READER ON, WATTPAD ♡ )

The Sweetest Poison

Pairing: Yandere Jeon Jae-Joon x Fem! Sweet Reader

Word count: 1.75k

Summary:After learning you left him upon discovering his past as your best friend's bully, Jae-Joon's heartbreak twists into a dangerous obsession.

Warnings: Bullying, Burns, toxic, violent behavior, cursing

A/n: I'm glad that you like Beneath The Surface!!! This took me awhile to write but thank you for being patient with me. Anyways, I hope you like this!

You couldn’t believe it, even as you replayed her words in your head. The signs were all there, and yet somehow, you’d missed them. How could you have missed something like that?

When Moon Dong-eun, your friend from high school, had contacted you, you were thrilled. It had been years since you’d last seen her. Her message had been brief, almost cryptic, saying she needed to talk about something important in person. Curious and eager, you’d agreed to meet her at a quiet café downtown.

As you approached the agreed-upon spot, you saw her sitting alone at a corner table. Dong-eun looked different but not unrecognizable. Her posture was composed, her expression serene yet distant, like someone who had seen too much and learned to mask it well. You felt a pang of nostalgia as memories of the once cheerful, soft-spoken girl from high school resurfaced.

“Dong-eun!” you greeted warmly, sliding into the seat across from her. “It’s been so long. How are you?”

Her smile was faint but sincere. “Hello, y/n. It’s good to see you.” Her voice had a weight to it, as though each word carried unspoken emotions.

The two of you exchanged pleasantries. You told her how you’d thought about her over the years, wondering where she’d gone and what had happened after she left school. You mentioned how devastated you were when you found her house empty, with no way to contact her.

“I’ve been well,” she said, her tone polite but guarded. “After leaving school, I went to college to study education. I’m a teacher now.”

“Wow, that’s wonderful!” you exclaimed, genuinely impressed. “I wouldn’t have guessed you wanted to be a teacher back then.”

“What about you?” she asked, tilting her head slightly. “How have you been?”

You gave a small laugh. “Oh, nothing as exciting as becoming a teacher, that’s for sure. Just working and… you know, living life.”

As the conversation lingered, you couldn’t help but feel there was something unsaid, something heavier lurking beneath her calm demeanor. Finally, you decided to ask.

“Anyway,” you began, leaning forward slightly, “what was it you wanted to talk to me about?”

Dong-eun hesitated, her fingers curling around the edge of her cup. Her gaze flickered downward for a moment, and when she spoke, her voice was soft but deliberate.

“You know,” she said, almost wistfully, “I always wondered how someone as kind as you could be so close to him.”

Her words caught you off guard. Him? You blinked, your head tilting in confusion. “Who are you talking about?”

She didn’t answer immediately. Instead, her eyes met yours, searching your face as though gauging your reaction. Finally, she asked, “Do you know why I dropped out of high school?”

You nodded slowly. “You were being bullied. I assumed that was the reason… that you didn’t want to deal with it anymore.”

“Yes,” she confirmed, her voice steady. “But I never told you who my bullies were.”

A chill ran down your spine. Something in her tone made your stomach knot. You stayed silent, waiting for her to continue.

She took a deep breath, her fingers now toying with the hem of her sleeve. “One of them was Jae-joon,” she said finally, her words landing like a thunderclap. “He was one of them.”

Your breath caught. Jae-joon? You stared at her, your mind racing. Jae-joon, the same person you’d been close to all these years? The same person you’d trusted, laughed with, maybe even defended? The shock on your face must have been evident, because Dong-eun gave a sad, knowing smile.

“I’m guessing he never told you,” she said, her voice tinged with resignation. “I didn’t think he would. Why would he admit something like that to you?”

You were at a loss for words. Memories of Jae-joon flooded your mind—his easy smile, his charm, the way he always seemed so confident. You couldn’t reconcile the image of him with what Dong-eun was telling you. But then you thought about her, about how she’d suddenly vanished from your life, leaving no trace. And you realized… maybe you’d never really known Jae-joon as well as you thought.

“I’m sorry you had to find out from me,” Dong-eun said, breaking the silence. Her voice was soft but firm, her gaze unwavering.

You shook your head quickly, trying to process everything. “No… I—I needed to know.” Your voice trembled, and you suddenly felt a lump in your throat. “I’m sorry, but I… I have to go.”

Without waiting for her response, you grabbed your bag and stood. Your legs felt unsteady as you walked out of the café, the weight of her revelation pressing down on you like a heavy fog. As you stepped into the cold air, one question echoed in your mind: How had you missed it?

“Y/n, I’m home!” Jae-Joon called out from the entrance of your shared home, his voice echoing through the quiet space. The late hour clung to him like a shadow, exhaustion evident in the way he shrugged off his coat and draped it over the back of a chair.

“Y/n?” he called again, his tone softening slightly when no response came.

He moved through the house, his footsteps muffled on the carpet as he checked the usual places you might be. The kitchen was empty, the living room undisturbed. A flicker of unease settled in his chest as he made his way toward the bedroom.

Pushing the door open slowly, Jae-Joon’s eyes landed on your still figure lying on the bed, your back facing him. Relief warred with apprehension as he stepped closer, his voice low and uncertain.

“Y/n?”

When you didn’t stir, he perched cautiously on the edge of the bed beside you, the mattress dipping slightly under his weight. His hand found your hip, a gesture meant to bridge the growing distance he felt between you. For a moment, he said nothing, unsure how to break the silence that had thickened between you lately.

“How was your day?” he finally asked, his voice tentative.

“Fine,” you replied curtly, your tone as cold as the wall you stared at.

Jae-Joon’s shoulders sagged under the weight of your indifference. The silence returned, heavier than before. Sighing, he rose and left the room to prepare for bed, the unspoken words hanging in the air like ghosts.

The next morning, Jae-Joon woke to find the bed empty. He blinked at the sunlight filtering through the curtains, assuming you were already up. The faint clink of dishes guided him to the kitchen, where he found you seated at the table with a bowl of untouched cereal in front of you. Your gaze was fixed on some indiscernible point ahead, your posture rigid.

“Morning,” he greeted, though the lightness in his tone faltered when you didn’t respond. Shrugging it off, he began rummaging through the cabinets for something to eat.

“When were you going to tell me that you gave Dong-eun those burns?”

Your voice cut through the stillness. Jae-Joon froze, his hand hovering over the coffee pot. Slowly, he turned to face you, his expression a mixture of confusion and unease.

“What?” he managed, his voice strained.

“Or were you just hoping I’d never find out?” Your voice trembled, though your eyes remained fixed ahead.

Jae-Joon’s throat tightened. “Who told you? Did Dong-eun tell you?” He approached the table, his movements deliberate.

“Answer my question,” you snapped, finally meeting his gaze. Your red-rimmed eyes and tear-streaked cheeks were like a punch to his gut. “Were you ever planning to tell me, Jae-Joon? Or did you think you could hide the fact that you were my best friend’s bully?”

His jaw clenched as anger flared in his eyes, a defense mechanism against the guilt clawing at him. “What did she tell you?” he demanded, his voice rising.

“Why are you so worried about what she said? Is it because it’s true?” you shot back, standing up abruptly.

The two of you locked eyes, the tension crackling between you like a live wire. You didn’t wait for his response. Turning on your heel, you strode toward the bedroom.

Jae-Joon followed close behind, his stomach twisting as he watched you yank a suitcase from the closet and toss it onto the bed. His heart sank further with every article of clothing you packed.

“Wait, what are you doing?” His voice cracked, the panic unmistakable.

“I’m done, Jae-Joon,” you said, your voice rising. “We’re over.” You zipped the suitcase with trembling hands, refusing to look at him.

“Y/n, wait!” He grabbed your wrist as you made for the door, his grip firm but not forceful. “Let’s talk about this. Please.”

“There’s nothing to talk about.” You wrenched your arm free, your voice breaking.

Jae-Joon stood frozen as you walked out the door, the sound of your suitcase wheels scraping against the floor a bitter reminder of your departure. The silence that followed was deafening.

“FUCK!” The scream tore from his throat as he hurled a lamp across the room, the crash doing little to ease the storm raging inside him.

Grabbing his phone, he scrolled furiously through his messages until he found Dong-eun’s number. His hands shook as he hit the call button, the phone pressed tightly to his ear.

After several rings, her voice came through, calm and composed. “Hello?”

“WHAT DID YOU TELL HER?” he roared, his voice laced with fury.

“Simply the truth,” Dong-eun replied coldly.

“Because of you, Y/n left me!” His voice cracked, the admission spilling out like a wound reopening.

“Did you really think she wouldn’t find out, Jae-Joon?” Dong-eun’s voice was unyielding. “She deserved to know.”

He ended the call abruptly, hurling his phone across the room. Chest heaving, he sank onto the bed, his head in his hands.

Jae-Joon sat on the edge of the bed, his breathing ragged as the room fell silent. His hands shook. You were his—his light, his purpose, his everything.

You leaving wasn’t the end. It couldn’t be. He’d make you see that. He’d make you come back to him, no matter what it took.

A smile—a chilling, empty smile—spread across his face. You weren’t responding now, but that was fine. He didn’t need words. He knew where you were. He’d find you.

“It’s okay,” he murmured, his voice soft, almost tender. “You’ll understand soon, Y/n. We’re meant to be.”

His heart pounded with renewed determination as he got up, his mind racing with plans. You belonged to him, and nothing would change that.

Nothing.

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[kdim]

The Glory 더 글로리 (2023) | Episode 4

[linusbenjamin]

The Glory "Episode 8" Created by Kim Eun-sook

[meadowfics]

stop signs

jeon jae-jun x f!mother!reader

your worst fears came to life at the stop sign outside of your daughter's school

warnings: mature content below. mentions of abuse and heavy manipulation.

standing at the edge of your past, your breath is steady but your heart is unsteady. as an older teenager just before high school graduation, your world was a haze of manipulation, a cruel game orchestrated by someone you’ve thought you admired… jeon jae-jun. 

he was magnetic, that charm was a weapon. that stupid smile was a trap. the rich guy’s friends or extensions of his will, made your life a gauntlet of torment. you were their prey, caught in their laughter, their taunts, their power. 

all of that happened for an entire year before graduation came like a lifeline, and you clawed your way out, leaving their cruelty behind. 

you thought you were free but freedom came with a price. 

after a full month of throwing up repeatedly, you forced yourself to take that test. 

yup, you were pregnant. 

the realization hit like a blow, your body betraying you with a truth you couldn’t escape. horror gripped you, your mind spiraling with thoughts of ending it, of erasing this remnant of jae-jun’s hold over you. 

time was not your ally. the stress, the fear, the weight of it all pushed you past the legal limit for abortion since you were 16 weeks pregnant when you found out. you were trapped again, not by jae-jun’s hands but by the life growing inside you. 

you named her seo-yeon after she was born, a name that felt like a promise to be better, to be selfless, to give her the world you never had.

fourteen years passed like a dream you fought to keep. 

you built a life from the ashes of your past. college came and went, your determination carving a path to a career as a dentist. you thrived, your practice gleaming with success, your daughter enrolled in one of korea’s finest schools. 

seo-yeon was your light that saved your life, her laughter a balm to the scars you carried. people whispered about her fatherless life, but their words were background noise. 

you were enough and your success silenced their judgment, or so you thought.

the past, though, has a way of creeping back. 

so many familiar figures began to haunt the edges of your world, shadows from a time you’d buried. you felt them before you saw them, a prickle on your skin, a tightening in your chest. 

one day, she unfortunately walked into your office. 

choi hye-jeong, one of the faces from your nightmares, her sneaky smirk still the same as before. 

she didn’t know it was you at first, didn’t recognize the woman you’d become. the flight attendant’s old dentist had moved to america and fate, cruel as ever, had led her to you.

you sat behind your desk, your white coat crisp, your hands steady as you prepared for her appointment. the air was thick with the hum of your equipment, the faint scent of antiseptic. 

hye-jeong entered, her heels clicking against the floor, her designer bag slung over her shoulder. she looked older, but the arrogance in her eyes hadn’t faded. you swallowed the bile rising in your throat and forced a professional smile.

“good afternoon,” you said, your voice calm, betraying nothing. 

“please, have a seat.”

hye-jeong glanced around, her lips curling slightly. 

“nice place. ha– i didn’t expect to end up somewhere so… upscale.” she settled into the dental chair, her posture relaxed, oblivious to the storm brewing inside you.

you adjusted the light above her with your movements precise, “let’s get started. if you don’t mind, i am going to inspect for any lesions or any possible abnormalities. open wide, please.”

she complied, and you worked in silence at first, your tools scraping gently against her teeth. the routine grounded you, kept the memories at bay. 

hye-jeong was never one for silence, even with her month full of dentistry equipment. she tilted her head slightly, her eyes flickering with curiosity.

“you look familiar through that mask of yours,” she said, her voice muffled by the tools in her mouth, “have we met before?”

your grip tightened on the scaler, but you didn’t falter. 

“i don’t think so,” you lied, your tone neutral. 

“i’ve been here for years. maybe you’ve seen me around.”

she hummed, unconvinced, but let it drop. you continued the cleaning, your mind racing. every second in her presence was a test, a reminder of the girl you used to be, the one they broke. however you weren’t her anymore. at least you’ve tried to convince yourself that. you were stronger, untouchable. or so you told yourself.

when the cleaning was done you stepped back and removed your gloves, “all done. no cavities. your teeth are in great shape and there will be no need for any fill ins.”

hye-jeong sat up while smoothing her hair that was pressed down from the seat, “well, that’s a relief. you’re good at this. better than my last dentist.” 

the woman's eyes wandered around the room, landing on a framed photo on the wall. it was you and seo-yeon, taken last summer at the beach, her smile wide and bright. 

hye-jeong’s brow furrowed, and you felt a chill.

“cute kid,” she said, nodding toward the photo. 

“your little sister?”

your jaw clenched, but you kept your voice steady, “my daughter.”

hye-jeong’s eyes widened, a flicker of surprise breaking through her polished facade, “your daughter? she looks… what, thirteen or fourteen?”

“yes,” you said, your tone clipped. 

“she’s fourteen.”

hye-jeong leaned back, her gaze sharpening as she studied you. you could see the gears turning, the calculations forming behind her eyes. 

“fourteen,” she repeated almost to herself, “that’s… interesting. didn’t know you had a kid that old.”

“excuse me?” you swallowed.

“come on y/n!! i figured out it was you as i had to stare into your eyes that whole appointment. i’ll never forget those eyes from high school.” hye-jeong fixes her posture, almost trying to ‘up one you’ in a way. 

you forced a smile, your heart pounding. 

“well, i’m flattered that you remember. i have another patient in a few minutes and your appointment is over, ms. choi. you can schedule your next one in about six months with the receptionist.”

she didn’t move right away, her eyes lingering on the photo, then back to you. 

“you’ve done well for yourself,” she said, her voice laced with something you couldn’t quite place… envy, perhaps, or suspicion? 

“i mean, a dentist, a fancy office, a daughter who looks presentable and clean… you’ve come a long way.”

“thank you,” you said, your voice cold. 

“if you’ll excuse me, i have other patients.”

hye-jeong stood, slinging her bag over her shoulder, but her gaze didn’t waver. 

“you know, it’s funny,” she said, her tone too casual. 

“fourteen years ago… that was right around when we were all still in school, wasn’t it? you were… what, with jae-jun at the same time as yeon-jin back then?”

the two names hit you like a slap, but you didn’t flinch. 

you couldn’t. 

“you’re mistaken,” you said sharply, “i wasn’t with anyone. now, please, i have work to do.”

hye-jeong raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at her lips. 

“right. my mistake.” she turned to leave, but paused at the door, glancing back. 

“cute kid, though. she looks a bit like someone we know.”

the door closed behind her, and you stood frozen, your hands trembling. the room felt smaller, the air heavier. hye-jeong’s words echoed in your mind, each one a crack in the life you’d built. she knew or at least she suspected. 

either way, you figured that this was the pastclawing its way back, and you weren’t sure how long you could keep it at bay.

you sank into your chair, your eyes drifting to the photo of seo-yeon. she was your strength, but she was also your vulnerability. hye-jeong’s curiosity wasn’t idle. she was a predator, always had been, and you knew she’d dig until she found something to sink her teeth into. 

jae-jun’s name hung in the air, a ghost you’d spent fourteen years running from. 

five days after hye-jeong’s appointment, the air outside of your daughter’s private school feels clean, like it’s slicing through your lungs as you stand at the stop sign.

your expensive black coat flaps lightly in the late afternoon breeze. thursdays are sacred, a ritual you and seo-yeon have carved out over the years. kimchi runs, just the two of you, laughing over the spicy tang and her insistence on sneaking extra into the cart. 

today, though, the world tilts. 

your daughter isn’t here yet, her school just a block away.

across the street, leaning against an expensive black car, is jeon jae-jun. 

your lungs and everything inside of your body seems to stop once you’ve registered the familiar face in your mind. the businessman’s smirk is a blade, cutting through fifteen years of distance, and your stomach churns so violently you think you might retch.

he hasn’t changed, not really. jaejun has the same sharp jawline, the same predatory glint in his eyes, though time has etched faint lines around them. the man’s hair is slicked back, his expensive coat unbuttoned just enough to scream careless wealth. 

you haven’t seen him since graduation, since you broke free of his suffocating and predatory grip, but here he is, a ghost made flesh, standing between you and the life you’ve built. 

your pulse hammers, your mind screaming one question.

why is he here?

you know why. 

hye-jeong. 

you did not forget about her smirk in your office five days ago, her probing questions about seo-yeon, her too-casual mention of jae-jun’s name… it wasn’t idle. you knew that his friend group were still strong since high school. 

the flight attendant probably ran to him, probably laughing as she spilled her suspicions. you can almost hear her voice, dripping with venom. 

she’d called you and jae-jun sluts in her mind, no doubt, reveling in the chaos she could stir. 

she’d mentioned ya-sol, jae-jun’s four-year-old daughter with yeon-jin and how he has two daughters that he didn’t know about. 

hye-jeong’s cruelty is surgical and now jae-jun is here, investigating her cryptic hints, his curiosity a ticking bomb.

the light turns green, and you force your legs to move, crossing the street toward the spot where seo-yeon will meet you. your black booted heels click against the pavement, each step a battle against the urge to run. 

you’ve always crossed this street for your daughter, especially since she opened up about her colorblindness. you’ve adjusted… brighter clothes, clearer and easier signals, thursdays at this exact spot so she knows where to find you. 

now, jae-jun’s presence taints it, a stain spreading across your carefully ordered world.

he doesn’t move as you approach, just watches, his smirk widening. 

you stop a few feet away, your hands clenched in your coat pockets, your voice low but steady. 

“what are you doing here, jae-jun?”

he tilts his head, his eyes raking over you, lingering too long. 

“well, well,” he drawls, his voice smooth as poison. 

“no hello or how are you? its been fourteen years. i’ll forgive you because i mean– look at you. all grown up, playing mom of the year.”

your skin crawls but you don’t flinch, “answer the question.”

he chuckles, pushing off the car, taking a step closer. you hold your ground, though every instinct screams to bolt. 

“i heard a funny rumor,” he says, his tone light but his eyes dark. 

“hye-jeong’s got a big mouth, you know. she said she got you as her dentsist and you’ve got a kid. a teenager. got me thinking… math isn't that hard, is it?”

your heart lurches but you keep your face blank, “you don’t know what you’re talking about. leave.”

he ignores you, his gaze flicking to the school behind you, where seo-yeon will appear any minute. 

“fourteen years old,” he muses, almost to himself. 

“that’s about right, isn’t it? back when you were so… devoted to me.”

the word twists like a knife, his manipulation from all those years ago flooding back…the way he’d made you feel small, trapped, like you owed him everything. you were a teenager then, vulnerable, but you’re not that girl anymore. 

you’re a mother, a dentist, a woman who’s fought for every inch of her life. 

still, the fear is there because seo-yeon is your world, and jae-jun is a storm that could destroy it.

“you’re wrong,” you say, your voice like ice. 

“i don’t owe you anything, and neither does my daughter. walk away, jae-jun. now.”

he raises an eyebrow, amused, like this is a game. 

“your daughter,” he repeats, tasting the words. 

“what’s her name? seo-yeon, right? heard she’s a smart kid. fancy school, good grades. wonder where she gets that from.”

your blood runs cold. he’s been digging, or hye-jeong has, feeding him details like scraps to a dog. you take a step forward, your voice dropping to a hiss. 

“don’t you dare say her name. you don’t get to come near her. you don’t get to ruin this.”

his smirk falters for a split second, but he recovers, leaning closer, his voice low. 

“ruin? me? come on, y/n. we had something back then. maybe i just want to… reconnect. meet the kid. see if she’s got my eyes.”

you want to scream and to erase him from existence but you can’t with seo-yeon so close. you glance over your shoulder, praying she’s not coming yet, and when you look back, jae-jun’s watching you like a hawk, savoring your fear.

“you’re nothing to her,” you say, each word deliberate. 

“you never were. you think you can just show up after fifteen years and think you can play dad to a girl you don't know? you’re delusional.”

he laughs, but there’s an edge to it, a crack in his confidence. 

“delusional? maybe i am… but hye-jeong’s got me curious, and i’m not the type to let things go. you know that.”

you do. 

you know it too well. jae-jun’s obsession and his need to control is what trapped you back then, and it’s what scares you now. he’s not here for seo-yeon, not really. 

“stay away from us,” you say, your voice trembling with rage, “i’ve built a life without you, and i’ll do whatever it takes to protect it. test me, jae-jun. there is not a power imbalance like there was a long time ago. i am one of you now, believe it or not. test me, i dare you..”

he studies you, his smirk fading into something colder, more calculating. 

“big words,” he says softly. 

“but we’ll see, won’t we?”

before you can respond, you hear seo-yeon’s voice, bright and oblivious, calling your name from down the street. your heart seizes, and you turn, forcing a smile as she approaches, her schoolbag bouncing against her back. 

she was chatting with a friend, her laughter cutting through the tension like a blade. 

you glance back at jae-jun, and he’s watching her, his expression unreadable.

“mom!” seo-yeon calls, waving, her friend peeling off toward another direction. 

she hasn’t seen jae-jun yet, and you need to keep it that way.

“go,” you hiss at him, your voice barely audible. 

“now.”

he doesn’t move right away, his eyes locked on seo-yeon for a moment too long. however to your surprise, he steps back, raising his hands in mock surrender. 

“i will see you both around,” he says, his voice dripping with promise. 

he slides into his car, the engine purring to life, and drives off just as seo-yeon reaches you.

“who was that?” she asks, her brow furrowing as she glances at the retreating car.

“nobody,” you say, too quickly, smoothing her hair. 

“just… someone lost. come on, let’s get that kimchi.”

she grins, oblivious, and starts talking about her day. as you walk, your heart pounds, jae-jun’s smirk burned into your mind. 

he knows.

two weeks after that encounter, your fancy kitchen smells of garlic and sesame oil, the sizzle of bulgogi filling the air as you prep seo-yeon’s fifteenth birthday dinner. your hands move on autopilot, slicing vegetables, stirring sauces, your mind half on the meal and half on the joy of your daughter’s milestone. 

fifteen years old. 

you’ve carried her through every one of them. the table is set with her favorite dishes, a cake waiting in the fridge, its frosting dotted with tiny sugar flowers. everything is perfect and your daughter had plans for some of her friends to come over. 

however, a scream pierces the air when your daughter steps outside her front door. the scream is loud and ecstatic, from just outside the front door.

you freeze, the knife slipping from your hand and clattering against the counter. seo-yeon’s voice, brimming with delight, pulls you out of your trance. 

“mom! mom, come quick!” she shrieks, and your heart lurches but not with joy. it is an inexplicable dread. 

you drop everything, wiping your hands on a towel as you rush to the door, your pulse racing.

outside, the late afternoon sun glints off a sleek black car parked in your driveway, a massive red bow tied across its hood. it’s expensive…too expensive even for you as one of the highest paid dentists in the region.

this is the kind of car that belongs in a showroom, not your modest front yard. seo-yeon is practically bouncing, her eyes wide with disbelief, her hands pressed to her cheeks. 

“mom, is this for me? did you do this?” she squeals, turning to you with a grin that breaks your heart.

you stare at the car, your stomach twisting into knots. 

you didn’t buy this. 

you’d planned to get her a car next year, something practical, something within your means that might've been $30,000 less than this one. this car is a statement, a violation, a hand reaching from the past to choke you. 

your mind flashes to jae-jun, to his rich smirk two weeks ago.

he’s done this. 

you know it in your bones.

seo-yeon throws her arms around you, squeezing tight, her excitement infectious but misplaced. 

“thank you, thank you, thank you!” she chants, and you force a smile, your arms stiff as you hug her back. 

your eyes scan the car, searching for proof and for a sign of the trap you’re certain this is.

“sweetie,” you say, your voice strained, “this… this isn’t from me.”

she pulls back, her brow furrowing, confusion clouding her joy. 

“what? then… who?”

you don’t answer right away, your gaze darting to the car. 

you need to find something, anything, before she does. 

“stay here,” you say, too sharply, and jog toward the car, your heart pounding.

seo-yeon follows, her curiosity unstoppable, but you’re faster. your fingers brush the windshield, and there it is…a small envelope tucked beneath the wiper.

you snatch it, your hands trembling as you tear it open, praying seo-yeon doesn’t see.

the note is handwritten, the script bold and deliberate: 

happy birthday, sweet seo-yeon – the owner of CC Golf Resorts.

your vision blurs, rage and fear colliding in your chest. jae-jun is the fucking owner of CC Golf Resorts, a name you’ve seen in passing, a detail you buried because it meant nothing until now. 

he’s not just taunting you; he’s claiming her, marking her as his with this obscene gift. 

you want to scream, to tear the note to shreds, to set the car on fire and erase his presence from your life. 

seo-yeon’s voice pulls you back.

“mom, what does it say?” she asks, stepping closer, her eyes bright with curiosity. she’s still smiling, still caught in the thrill of the moment, but you can see the questions forming. 

“do you know who sent it?”

you clutch the note, crumpling it in your fist, and turn to her, your mind racing. you can’t lie…not to her. she’s fifteen now, too smart to be fooled, too perceptive to miss the cracks in your composure. how do you tell her the truth? all she knows is the story you’ve given her: her father left, didn’t want to be a dad, end of story. it was enough when she was younger, a shield to protect her from the ugliness of jae-jun’s manipulation, his cruelty.

now, with this car, with his name creeping closer, that shield is crumbling.

“mom?” she prompts, her voice softer, sensing your distress.

you swallow, forcing your voice to steady. 

“yes,” you say, the word bitter on your tongue. 

“i know the owner.”

seo-ah’s eyes widen, a mix of excitement and confusion. 

“really? who is it? why would they give me a car for my birthday?”

you glance at the car, its glossy surface mocking you, then back at seo-yeon. your daughter’s happiness is a knife in your chest, because you know this gift isn’t love…it’s control, jae-jun’s way of worming into her life without facing the consequences of his absence. 

somehow you wanted to tell her everything, to rip the bandage off and expose him for what he is. however, seo-yeon is beaming and her fifteenth birthday is glowing. you can’t ruin this moment.

“it’s… complicated,” you say, hating how weak it sounds. 

“let’s go inside, okay? we’ll figure this out after dinner.”

she frowns, her excitement dimming. 

“but… the car’s mine, right? i mean, it’s got my name on it.”

you hesitate, the note burning in your hand. 

“we’ll talk about it,” you say, your voice firmer. 

“come on, the food’s getting cold.”

she follows, reluctant, casting one last longing glance at the car. you usher her inside, your mind a storm of panic and calculation. jae-jun’s connections have clearly been at work…someone, maybe hye-jeong, maybe his network of lackeys, has fed him details about seo-yeon’s life, her birthday, her school. 

he’s not guessing anymore; he’s certain, or close to it, and this car is his opening move. i

as seo-yeon chatters about the car, speculating wildly about who would have sent it, you realize you’re on borrowed time. she’s happy now, but her questions won’t stop. she’ll want to know why you’re so shaken, why you’re dodging her, why a stranger would give her something so extravagant. 

worse, jae-jun won’t stop either. 

he’s circling by testing your defenses and if you don’t act he’ll find a way to reach her directly.

you set the note on the counter, out of her sight, and force a smile as you serve the bulgogi. 

“happy birthday, sweetheart,” you say, your voice tight. she grins, oblivious to the war raging inside you. 

as you watch her eat, laughing about her friends and her plans for the weekend, one thought consumes you: you have to tell her about jae-jun. 

not today since it is her birthday, but soon before he does it for you.

the car sits in your driveway like a taunt, its red bow long gone but its presence a constant reminder of jae-jun’s intrusion. 

for days, it festers in your mind, a splinter you can’t pull out. y

our blood runs hot every time seo-yeon mentions it with that hopeful glint in her eyes. you can’t take it anymore. you call in a week off work, citing a family emergency…and you’re not lying. this is an emergency, a threat to the life you’ve built, to the safety you’ve fought for. 

jae-jun has crossed a line, and you’re done running.

you track him down to his luxury store, a gleaming shrine to his wealth and ego, all polished glass and designer displays. the irony isn’t lost on you since this is where he thrives, surrounded by things he owns, things he controls. 

you step inside, your brown coat swishing against your legs, your boots echoing on the marble floor. 

he’s there, alone, thank god, lounging behind the counter like a king on a throne. the man’s eyes light up when he sees you, that infuriating smirk curling his lips, but you don’t give him a chance to speak.

“you’ve gone too far,” you snap, your voice cutting through the air like a whip. 

“a car? for my daughter? you don’t get to waltz into her life like this, jae-jun. you don’t get to play daddy after fifteen years of nothing.”

he leans back, unfazed, his gaze raking over you. 

“your daughter?” he says, his tone mocking. 

“last i checked, it takes two to make a kid and you never told me, y/n.. i had to hear it from hye-jeong, of all fucking people i could’ve been told by.”

your fists clench, nails biting into your palms. 

“don’t you dare turn this on me. you were a monster back then! you are a monster!!! i protected her from you.”

he steps closer, his smirk fading into something colder, more dangerous. 

“protected her? or kept her from her father? i could drag you to court, y/n. right now. i’d get half custody, maybe more, considering how you hid her from me. the law’s funny like that.”

you lose it, your voice rising to a scream. 

“how fucking dare you? you think you can threaten me? after everything you did? you abused me, jae-jun! you manipulated me, you hurt me, you made my life hell!”

he doesn’t flinch, just watches you, his eyes dark and unreadable. slowly, he steps even closer, his voice dropping to a low, intimate murmur. 

“and yet, here you are. there is still fire in you. i always liked that.” he pauses, his gaze softening in a way that feels like a trap. 

“i thought about you, you know. all these years. wondered where you went, what you were doing. suddenly hye-jeong tells me about seo-yeon, and it all clicks. you and me, we were always meant to be together… or have something that matters.”

you blink, thrown by the shift, by the twisted sincerity in his voice. 

“what are you talking about? there was nothing real between us. you used me.”

he shakes his head, closing the distance until he’s too close, his hands reaching for your coat, gripping the lapels. 

“no,” he says almost tender, “there was something. there’s still something. we could be a family, y/n. you, me, seo-yeon. our daughter, and my other daughter...”

the word family hits like a slap, and you shove at his chest, but he holds firm, his grip tightening. 

“what the fuck is wrong with you! let go of me,” you hiss, but he doesn’t. 

instead, he leans in, his lips crashing against yours, very forceful and unyielding. you push harder, your hands clawing at him. unfortunately, it takes thirty seconds until your body betrays you, a flicker of old weakness into the girl you used to be, softening under his touch. 

for a moment, you falter, caught in the kiss, in the weight of his presence.

you wrench yourself free, gasping, your face burning with shame and fury. 

“don’t touch me,” you spit, wiping your mouth like you can erase him.

he doesn’t back off, his smirk returning, sharper now. 

“tell me something,” he says with his voice low while probing, “have you had any other men around my daughter?”

the possessiveness in his tone makes your skin crawl, but you meet his gaze, defiant. 

“no,” you admit with the truth slipping out before you can stop it, “i haven’t dated since she was born.”

jae-jun’s smirk widens, triumphant. 

“good,” he says, like it’s a victory, like you’ve just handed him a piece of yourself. 

he steps back, finally, but his eyes never leave you. 

“think about it, y/n. a family. us. seo-yeon deserves to know her father, doesn’t she? this isn’t over. she will know about me.”

he turns, casual as ever, like he didn’t just upend your world again. 

you stand there, your coat askew, your heart pounding, the echo of his kiss a stain you can’t scrub out. 

he’s playing the long game and you can’t keep seo-yeon in the dark forever, not when jae-jun’s already closing in.

masterlist

[luxora]

The Glory -> You Leave Them

Requested: No

Kdrama: The Glory

Genre: Angst.

Warnings: Mentions of murder. Mentions of bullying. Mentions of death. No remorse. Swearing. Violence.

A/N: I absolutely do not condone anything that was presented in the kdrama. No one should ever bully others. This is all purely fiction.

Moon Dong-eun

The apartment was remarkably quiet, not filled with the with your singing voice as you would flounder around the rooms, usually the kitchen, as you made dinner for the two of you. Dongeun closed the door behind her silently, dark eyes flinting across the room as she began to take her coat off. It was dark, not a single light on, a sign that you were not home.

She frowned.

You always were home before her, being a creature of routine as you always returned home after work, diligently waiting for her as she would be out doing her own work and alternative dealings with Yeojeong, productively placing all the puzzle piece of her plan together. She was close to achieving her revenge on everyone, time being her side as it always has been since her high school years. She had the five of them running around like headless chickens, flustered and terrified about her next moves. It was silently delightful, to see them so terrified of her presence, of her very lingering around the diameter of their lives, not really truly lifting a finger of direct interaction with them.

Mice do not truly feel terror towards a cat until they see it watching them, only then do survival instincts kick in, but Dongeun was not ready to pounce yet. She was simply biding her time until the ultimate position was set for her to deliver the final kill.

But aside from that, she was concerned on where you were. She pulled out her phone, checking to see if you had perhaps sent her a message about your whereabouts, something you always do even though she has stated that it is not necesarry.

Nothing.

Dongeun’s frown deepened as she pocketed her phone before reach out to switch on the lights, eyes blinking as they adjusted to the sudden light in the apartment, still hoping to catch a glimpse of you in the room.

“Y/N?” she called out, her voice leaving a slight echo in the empty room as it went unanswered.

A small bundle of unease began to form in Dongeun’s chest, not enjoying the aspect that you were not home like she expected. Throughout her life, Dongeun has never had anything that was constant, especially after her ordeals in high school, so when you stumbled into her life, it has been a concept she has never had to deal with before.

You were so...good. Dongeun has never been surrounded by something good or positive, her whole life until now being filled with pain, fear, and wrath. So when you were adamant to become involved in her life, slipping through the concealed cracks in her armor, she thought herself and you to be insane. Although Dongeun lost her sanity years ago, lost all sense of her humanity ever since that curling iron laid its first kiss to her skin.

But since meeting you, she felt that perhaps she will finally be able to feel a sense of normalcy in her life again. Or to just feel something again. She hasn’t quite be able to outright say what her feelings towards you were, but she knew that it was something that could be worthwhile. Something tangible and something that she can act upon which will not wind up with someone paying for their past sins.

But the feeling of unease was not welcomed and even though you did not answer the first time she called your name, she tried again, hoping that just perhaps you were someone deeper in the apartment that you simply did not hear her.

But you voice didn’t answer her back.

This was a strange circumstance, and Dongeun knew that she did not like it. Swallowing a bitter pill of nerves, Dongeun walked through the kitchen and headed towards your bedroom, it being the other likely place you would be aside from the kitchen. She opened the door without hesitance, hand going for the light switch, eyes moving to where your bed was, hoping to see your sleeping bundle in it.

But nothing. Your sheets were pressed and straight, not a single sign of disturbance on their immaculate design. Her eyes flinted across the room, your organization obvious to the naked eye but Dongeun froze when she noticed a piece of paper on your desk, a pen on top of it which indicated that something had been written down. While usually Dongeun respected your privacy, only entering your room when she required your assistance or when you finally managed to convince her to sleep beside you for the night, she could not help but forgo her previous reservations upon entering your room without you as she bee lined for your desk.

She immediately noticed the writing on the piece of paper, your cursive writing curling with one another, forming her name on the folded piece of paper, making the ball of unease increase as she reached out and picked it up from the desk, unfolding the piece of paper with slightly shaky fingers.

To Dongeun

There is nothing more that I want than you happiness. After everything that has happened to you, it is what you deserve.

I have tried to be a source of your happiness, to try be a semblance of what you can call happiness. But I don’t think that I am someone who is able to give you what you want.

Your revenge...it is what you want. And I understand why. I sincerely hope that you are able to find what you need Dongeun, but I am scared that I will fall into a hole which I will never get out of. And while you are happy to fall...I am scared to fall with you.

I am not sure when you will find this letter, but Dongeun, please don’t think I have left because of you. I have left because of myself. Because I am not strong enough to handle to consequences that may come from your revenge.

If this will add me to your list...then I accept it.

I just hope that you will hopefully find your happiness soon.

Goodbye

Dongeun stared at the piece of paper, rereading the word, a stone forming itself in her throat as she tried to get a handle of herself. And yet she could not stop the tear that escaped her eye, nor could she stop the following ones as she lowered herself to her knees, slumping over the letter as it fell from her fingertips to the floor.

The last time she cried was when she was saved from making the ending choice that winter in the river. When she was embraced by her landlady, giving her the comfort she so desperately craved. Afterwards, she became completely numb with her emotions, the only thing motivating her forwards in life was the ultimate revenge she was going to carry out against Yeonjin and the others.

And yet now she is finding herself beginning to bawl like she did all those years ago, her arms wrapping around her body as she attempted to comfort herself, halfheartedly patting herself as she slumped her head forward.

You were gone...and she had no idea where she could start to find you.

Her constant was gone. And you didn’t even realize just what you were to her. And it seems that she will never be able to tell you.

Joo Yeo-jeong

Both of you froze when you locked eyes, him already having stared at you in shock as he watched you shoving clothes into a suitcase, you not realizing he was there until you lifted your head. Neither of you said a word, just staring at each for a few long moments, either trying to figure out what to say or to truly determine if the other was in fact in the room.

But eventually you were the one who broke eye contact first, turning around to head back to the closet and yanking out more of your blouses, hurried undoing them from the hangers. Only then did Yeojeong hurry pass the threshold and headed towards you.

“Y/N, what on earth are you doing?”

“Packing.”

Your voice was firm, but he could hear the fragility of as you kept your head down, not daring to lock gazes with him. But he was not going to allow that, not when you were doing something sudden. He reached out to you and grabbed you by the arm, only for you to rip it out of his hand.

“Don’t touch me.” You hissed, still not looking at you as you shoved your blouse in the bag before grabbing another, only for Yeojeong to grab it before you.

“Stop. Y/N, what is going on?” he asked, tugging the piece of clothing closer to him as you reached out to grab it back. You paused for a moment before deciding to forgo the captive blouse, turning around and shoving the others in before heading back to the closet, him following quickly after you. “Y/N, what are you doing? Why are you pack? Where are you going?”

“Away from you.”

Your words were as sharp as three daggers being plunged into his chest, curved blades that have truly wedged themselves into is sternum, causing excruciating pain while he was trying to determine your reasoning for such harsh words.

“W-Why? What did I do-”

His words got caught in his throat when you suddenly whirled around to look at him, eyes hard but red with tear streaks down your cheeks, clearly indicating to you that you have been crying. But before he could reach out to try wipe away the old remnants of tears, your words made the blood in his body freeze.

“Are you seriously going to try play dumb with what you did. To what you have been drawing out for the past years until you finally managed to achieve what you wanted?”

While you did not outright state what he did, he knew immediately what you were referring to. His revenge, his long, drawn out revenge which he finally managed to achieve last week. To watch the light fade away from that monster’s eyes, to see the blood seep out of his body, the sign of life escaping him, it had been wonderful. And the best thing about it is that it all seemed to be an accident, the pouncing of other prisoners on the monster. No one has suspected his participation in the attack, after all, he was just a doctor. The beast had been brought to the medical wing of the prison, but he already knew that the beast was gone, as he waited the entire time during the whole ordeal until his last breath was taken.

It was hours of pain for him, but Yeojeong, it was hours of bliss. And he made sure to treasure the memories in his mind.

But now...it seemed that he was no longer the only one who knew about it.

“H-How did you-”

“It doesn’t matter. But what does matter is that I am leaving.”

You whirled around and grabbed your favorite cloak, his eyes flicking to the closest to realize that all the clothes that he had gotten for you during the entire relationship was left hanging in the closet, you having no intention of taking them with you. As you moved to walk past him, he immediately stepped in front of you, his hands moving to grab you.

“Wait, Y/N, just listen to-”

“NO!”

Your scream made him flinch backwards, not expecting you to scream so suddenly. Your eyes were blazing, but he noticed that they were becoming wetter by each passin second until you angrily wiped at them, tightening your grip on your cloak before you pushed past him and head towards the suitcase on the bed.

“I don’t need to listen to a damn thing you say.”

“Y/N, you have to understand that-”

“Understand what?” you said, whipping around to face him again. “Understand that you killed a man in cold blood? That you had been planning it out even before you transferred to that prison? That you enjoyed it? What else is there for me to understand?”

Yeojeong tightened his hands into fists, slightly shaking on the spot as he clenched his jaw tightly, his adam’s apple bobbing as he stared at you, trying his best to keep his emotions in check.

“Y/N...he deserved it. After what he did to me, to my father, he deserved to die. He deserved it!”

He didn’t mean to raise his voice towards the end, but he couldn’t help it. Just...the thought of that beast, the memories of him laughing and mocking Yejeong as he laid on the floor in the hospital as his father bled out...it made his blood boil. His father was a great man who was only doing his job. He saw the best of people, and yet that monster slit his throat without hesitation. He deserved to go out the way that he did, by Yeojeong’s hand, precise and slow were all of the cuts and stabs, he made sure that he suffered, he made sure that he felt his wrath.

You had flinched at his raised voice, but your features tightened up even more, the cloak in your hands being thrown onto your open suitcase before you took a step towards him.

“He deserved to die...but not by your hand.”

His jaw dropped in shock. What the hell were you saying.

“Y/N-”

“That monster deserved to die Yeojeong. But not by your hand.”

“I...Yes he did! He killed my father Y/N! He has sent me letters about it for years! You’ve read them! You’ve seen them! And you are saying that he didn’t deserve to be killed by me! I had the right to do it! It was my right.”

He couldn’t help but be infuriated by your words. Out of all people, you should be the one the most understanding. You understood the utter disgust and hatred he felt towards that man, no, that beast, and yet you are staring at him like he was some kind of stranger, or a predator you had been locked in with in a cage.

You stared at him with cold eyes, cool tragedy fooling your orbs while your lips quivered as you stared at him. Your jaw was clenching and unclenching, your neck flexing as you swallowed before you shook your head.

“You just don’t see it Yeojeng.” You said before turning around, moving towards your suitcase and slamming it shut with a resounding click. “You refuse to see it.”

“...refuse to see what?” he probed, his eyes staring darkly into yours as you turned around to face him again, hands on the handle of your suitcase. You gazed at him solemnly before uttering the words which made his entire conscious freeze.

“You’re just like him.”

It almost felt like you fired a bullet through his brain, bring an entire end to his living soul when he heard those words. He didn’t even realize that you had left until he heard the resounding slam of the front door, which startled him out of his daze. He hurried to chase after you, only to trip on the lone blouse you had abandoned in his hands earlier, making him fall to the ground with a hard thud.

Pain...that was all he could feel. Physical, emotional, and soulful.

Ha Do-yeong

Following his disastrous marriage to Yeonjin and divorce, Doyeong was apprehensive to get involved with someone else, believing that he had to just focus on his overseas expansions and on providing Yesol the best life that he could. 

But then you entered his and Yesol’s life, and managed to slowly fill in the void that was caused by his ex-wife. You had a warm air about you which was different Yeonjin, or rather any other woman he has come across in his social circles. He was not naive enough to believe that woman were attracted to him because of his personality, but because of his wealth. The reason he and Yeonjin had been introduced to one another was because her mother had been an acquaintance of his father’s, the two of them running in the same social circles that eventually she caught his attention, charmed him, and managed to convince him to fall in love with her and give her the life she had always wanted.

But you were different because you had no idea who he was when the two of you first met. In fact, you weren’t even aware of the wealth that he had as he had happened to bump into you at a soccer match at Yesol’s school, you being there to support your niece as she played on the opposing team to Yesol. You introduced yourself and offered to buy him a coffee, almost bewitching him at first sight with your kind smile and bright eyes.

Yesol took a liking to you, she was a bit shy at first but when you had offered to buy her a victory ice-cream after beating your niece and nephews team, she lightened up like a Christmas tree. And soon afterwards, you started become an aspect to their life, a development which had startled him.

It was not that he did not want you a part of his life. He did, in fact, he craved it. But he couldn’t help but worry the confusion his relationship may cause with Yesol, especially since it has not been too long ago that the whole ordeal of Yeonjin had affected their lives. Doyeong did not believe that Yesol needed Yeonjin to be happy, that him being her father was enough for her. But when he watched you and Yesol bond with one another, playing soccer, dress up and going on shopping and arcade trips, he could help but start to feel panicked with how much of a figure you were becoming in their lives, and with how fast things were starting to move.

Doyeong would not describe himself of being a coward. In fact, he would consider himself the opposite, but with how fast things were moving, he was getting scared. Of what, he did not exactly know, but he couldn’t stop the fear from growing until he finally snapped in an unfair moment of panic when all you were doing was trying to be there for both Yesol and him.

When he had received a phone call from a hospital about Yesol, he thought his entire world had shattered when he heard the word’s ‘accident’ and ‘missed traffic light’. He flew out of his office like a banshee out of hell, uncaring of the meeting that he was to enter because the only thing that was on his mind was his daughter. He probably broke about a dozen overseas laws with his driving but he did not simply care for it because nothing was going to stop him until he knew the state of his daughter.

He had all but sprinted into the hospital and demanded to know where Yesol was, nearly scaring the receptionist half to death with his rapid Korean, not understanding what he was saying until he eventually had to calm himself to speak English, eventually being directed to the after-care unit where Yesol was being kept. He sprinted through the corridors and corners until he eventually arrived in the corridor to where Yesol’s room was, only to see you stepping out of a room with your arm in a sling.

“Y/N!”

You immediately turned your head in the direction of Doyeong as he hurried towards you, a small smile on your face as you raised your uninjured arm towards him.

“Doyeong-”

“Yesol! Where is she? Is she okay?!” He immediately asked, staring at you with panicked eyes as he demanded to know the status of his daughter. You gave him a comforting look, resting a hand on his arm in an attempt to calm him.

“She’s okay, the doctor is busy checking up on her now. He will be done in a few minutes and then you can see her.”

Doyeong relaxed slightly now that he knew that Yesol was okay, but his anxiety immediately raked up again when he remembered the reason Yesol was in the hospital in the first place. You had your day off and wanted to spend it with Yesol since it was the school holidays. Doyeong was initially hesitant about it since he knew that he was going to be busy all day and not be able to join the two of you, but when Yesol pleaded for him to agree to your desire, to let the two of you spend the day together, he eventually succumbed to his daughters wishes and agreed.

But it seemed his initial hesitance was valid because if he had refused your request, then Yesol wouldn’t be injured and in the hospital in the first place.

“You said that she would be okay with you. Why the hell didn’t you take care of her?”

Doyeong didn’t realize that he had said such harsh words until he said them, and by the way your furrowed your eyebrows and flinched, you weren’t expecting such words from him either. You removed your hand from his arm and took a step back.

“I didn’t mean for it to happen Doyeong. It was an accident. It was my right away and another car had jumped the stoplight and-”

“That is not enough! Yesol was in the car! You should have been more aware on the road!”

You furrowed your eyebrows even more and took another step, taking an unsteady breath while you bit your bottom lip.

“I didn’t see them coming Doyeong. You know that I would never deliberately put Yesol in danger like that. It was an accident, and while I understand how you feel-”

“You have no idea how I feel. Yesol is my daughter!” He yelled, his hands tightening into fists as he whipped past you to stand in front of the door where you had come out from. He needed the doctor to come out already, he needed to see Yesol for himself, to scoop her up in his arms to truly comfort him that she was okay. He heard you sigh and walk up behind him, reaching out to touch his elbow.

“I understand why you are upset Doyeong and I’m sorry. I should have been careful, and you know that I love Yesol like she is my own daughter-”

Before Doyeong could stop himself, he whirled around to face you with a snarl on his lips, his eyes flashing angrily as he glared at you.

“She will never be your daughter, just like you will never, ever be her mother!”

...

He might as well have slapped you with how strong of an effect his words had on you. You completely stumbled away from him, eyes wide and jaw slacked, staring at him in complete and utter shock. Doyeong widened his own eyes when his own words and indication of them dawned on him, filling him with immediate regret as he watched you fold in within yourself, your bottom lip quivering as you looked away from him.

“I-I see.” You stuttered out, your voice strained, an indication to him that you were trying to stop yourself from crying. “T-Then, I will see myself off.”

Without another word, you turned around and began to hurry away, his own body acting on instinct to chase after you, but before he could, the door behind him opened and another voice called out to him.

“Oh, are you Mr. Ha? Yesol’s father?”

Doyeong turned around to see a well-dressed man in a doctor’s coat, a kind smile on his face as he looked at him. Doyeong swallowed thickly, trying to push down his emotions of dismay and regret as he nodded, running a hand through his hair.

“Yes. I-Is Yesol alright?”

The doctor smiled and nodded before inviting Doyeong in, Yesol smiling face immediately greeting him as she sucked on a red lollipop which the doctor must have given her, a plaster on her cheek.

“Hi daddy!” She greeted, giving him a wave, only to frown slightly as she looked behind him. “Where’s Y/N?”

And Doyeong was at a lost to what to say.

Park Yeon-jin

We’re over

Not a lot of things have ever scared Yeonjin, but the second she saw that text message from you, an avalanche of terror and panic washed over her. She knew that the reappearance of Dongeun in her life was going to be the cause of so much trouble, especially since Sara had already taken a fall, being one of the first of them to crumble under the so called ‘revenge’ Dongeun was trying to pull over them, but she thought for certain that you were going to remain untouched throughout this duration of Dongeun’s stupid revenge scheme.

She was in the middle of broadcasting when she had received the message, and it was only afterwards did she finally managed to read it and was sent into a complete state of shock because she refused to believe you would actually send such a text to her during a time when she needed you the most. 

She immediately tried to call you, but it went unanswered, prompting her to call you a second time, then a third, and then a fourth to finally realize that you were purposely ignoring her calls. And she could not stand for it.

Yeonjin did waste another second of her time, immediately grabbing her stuff and all but sprinting out of the studio to get to her car. She all but stranded her assistant behind, not bothering about them because they were not a priority. They could take a taxi for all she cared, but the only thing she had in mind was to find you.

You could not leave her. Not now when she needed you the most. Sara was a lost case, Jaejun has lost his mind, Myeong-oh was dead, and Hyejeong is a pathetic bitch who could get burnt alive for all she cared, but she could not handle the thought of you leaving her as well. You were her only constant right now, the only reminder that she had that her life was still fine. Doyeong was all but a distant memory, her husband being the last thing on her mind when the only person she needed was you.

You were the only one able to bring pleasure and joy into her life. They only to make her feel alive and rejuvenated.

And you were leaving her.

She could not allow it.

She knew journey to your home like the back of her hand, her body driving to it with muscle memory while she continued calling her number via her car system, but each time it continued to go unanswered. You were ignoring her...but not for long. She could not have you treat her like this, she needed you to listen to her, to explain why you were doing such an outrageous thing.

Yeonjin roughly parked her car in the apartment parking lot without a car and slammed the door shut before hurrying towards your building, not sparing a glance to any other the home owners who noticed her presence as she made her way towards your apartment. She sprinted up the stairs like a hell hound was at her heels, her eyes focused on one thing, being your front door apartment when she immediately reached your floor. She hammered her fists against the door while simultaneously ringing your doorbell.

“Y/N! Open this door! Open this door right now!”

There was a possibility that you were not home, but if you were, it would only be a matter of time before you answered her because you were the kind of person who hated drama being aired out in public, and while no one knew of your and her relationship aside from her friends, you would rather not risk anyone else finding out since it will only send tongues wagging and have some kind of effect on you, especially since Yeonjin was a married woman.

And Yeonjin was right when after a few minutes of her make a ruckus at your front door, it whipped open and revealed an infuriated you dressed in pajamas.

“Are fucking insane right-”

Yeonjin didn’t let you finish your sentence, pushing herself past the door and into your arms where she immediately wrapped her arms around your waist and then forced you against the wall, forcing you to let go of your front door and let it slam itself shut, the sound echoing through your apartment. Yeonjin pressed herself closely against your body, pinning you to the wall while her nails dug into your lower back as she held you tightly.

“Just what is it that you are trying to do to me?” She hissed softly into your cheek, brushing her lips against the skin as she tried to gather as much comfort that she could from the warmth of your body, her throat tight with blurry emotions that she could distinguish to herself yet. “What are you trying to do to us? Y/N, you are not thinking straight again.”

You scoffed.

“The only one who is not thinking straight is you. Now get off me.”

She felt your hands on her shoulders, trying to push her away, but Yeonjin was not going to allow herself to be moved so easily. She instead curled her chin over your shoulder, forcing you closer into her body as she tightened her hold around your waist. She heard you hiss annoyance and felt the increased pressure of your hands against her shoulders.

“Yeonjin! I am not joking, let go!”

“No.”

“Yeonjin I am serious!”

“So am I. No.”

“Bloody hell Yeonjin, get off!”

She was not expecting you to headbutt her, gasping immediately in when she felt your head collide with temple, making her loosen her grip on you to clutch at the injured spot, giving you the opportunity to shove her way entirely from you. Yeonjin stumbled backwards, almost falling if not for her quick reflexes. Betrayal spouted out of her chest as she locked eyes with you as you cradled your own head, eyes burning in fury as you stared at her.

You have never laid a hand against Yeonjin. Never. Not even when she maybe deserved when she was more cutting with you during some of her bad days. But never have you been physical with her, not even during arguments, so the fact that you headbutted her...she felt as if the entire world had been pulled out from her.

“H-How could you?” She said, her voice betraying her usual intention to try be as composed as she could be. You scoffed.

“How could I? I told you to get off but you didn’t listen. But then again, you have always done what you wanted and have never considered the feelings of someone else.”

Yeonjin flinched at your words, so unused to hearing your voice to be so curt and sharp. You were usually so soft-spoken with her, endearing and loving as you whispered sweet nothings in her ear while burning kiss marks against her skin as she arched her body into yours for more of your embrace.

You were acting so different, it having been only a day since she last saw you. Just how could you be acting like such a different person in a short amount of time. What has happened.”

“I know you got my message. So I don’t get why you are here.” You hissed, crossing your arms over your chest as you glared at her. Narrowing her own eyes, Yeonjin took a step towards you, tightening her lips into a straight line.

“You are stupid if you think I would just read that message and do nothing about it.”

You laughed. 

“Calling me stupid in my own home? Wow, that is quite something to say.”

“Stop fooling around Y/N. You are making no sense with anything?”

“I’m not making sense of everything? I think I have been pretty clear.”

“Y/N, stop messing around already, otherwise I will-”

“You will what? Burn me?”

The way that you said those last two words, looking at her with such cold conviction, made the blood in Yeonjin’s body freeze. And her body continued to become more ice cold as you took steps towards her, eyes growing more infuriated with each passing second.

“Are you going to burn me Yeonjin? Perhaps with a curling iron? Or maybe a normal iron will be better. Although who knows, maybe you have taking a liking to boiling water instead, or maybe just your lighter. You have on you at all times, so perhaps that will be your weapon of choice. Everybody matures from their past actions after all.”

As you got closer, Yeonjin couldn’t help but stumble back away from you, your words scaring her more than she has ever been before. And you could see it clearly on her face, but you did not care. Instead of stopping in front of her, you walked past her without another words, making Yeonjin slowly turn around to watch you retreat. She took a few hesitant steps forwards, only to freeze again when you returned back with some documents in her hand. But when you got closer, she realized that they weren’t just documents, but rather photographs.

You didn’t say a word as you shoved the photos in her chest, making her clumsily clutch at them as she felt your burning gaze on her as she slowly lifted them to see their captured picture. Her eyes widened in horror when red, burn marks on skin, most particularly, on Dongeun’s skin as the teenage Dongeun looked at the photo, only to be followed with a current Dongeun photo staring at the camera with an empty gaze. There were about ten photos of Dongeun as a teen and as an adult, displaying the new and faded marks from captured time period.

“I can’t believe you could be that cruel.” Your voice interrupted her thoughts, forcing her to look up and see you disgusted face, arms crossed as you stared at her. “How could you have done something like that to her?”

“I-I didn’t-”

“Don’t even try lie to me Yeonjin. Don’t you dare.”

“I-This wasn’t me! T-This was-”

“She came by my house today. Alone.” You finally said, making Yeonjin’s words become trapped in her throat as she stared at you in horror. “She told me everything. About what you and the others did to her in school.”

“S-She-”

“I never want to see you ever again.” You finally said, uncrossing your arms and pointing at the front door. “Get out of my house before I call the fucking police.”

“Y-Y/N.”

“Now Yeonjin.” You growled, lowering your arm as your glare brightened with each passing second. “Otherwise I will do it myself.”

Yeonjin started to shake her head, the photographs falling out of her hands as she walked towards you, reaching out to touch you, to grab you and tell you that everything that Dongeun had told you was wrong. That she was a delusional girl who wanted to blame her very everything bad that went in her life. But you didn’t let her. Instead, you roughly grabbed her by the hair, making Yeonjin screech in pain as you pulled her towards the front door and all but tossed her outside, making her land painfully on her knees before she turned to look at you in shock and horror. You stared her down with disgusted eyes, you face screwed up in fury.

“I never want to see you again.”

And then you slammed the door shut, leaving her outside with bruised knees and a shattered heart.

Jeon Jae-jun

Shock washed over him like ice-cold water as he stared at your crumbled body on the floor, your head turned away from him and your shoulder shaking as you tried to compose yourself from the pain that he just caused you. His hand was sting from the slap, his body frozen stiff like a statue as he stared at you in shock, unable to say anything as he came to terms with what he did.

He hit you.

He...

He...

He just...he didn’t realize he did it until he saw you on the floor.

He just knows he was angry. He was angry over the fact that no matter he did or said, there was no way that he was ever going to have Yesol. There was no chance for him to be a father to Yesol. His little girl, his own flesh and blood. He had the right to her like Yeonjin did, and the fact that some snobby motherfucker like Ha Doyeong was acting like Yesol’s father when he was actually her real one, it pissed him off to no degree.

You came by to visit him to try calm him down, to just let him see a little reason, but he did not want to listen. He didn’t want you there because there was no way you would be able to understand the problem he was dealing with. You were no mother and no wife; therefore, you had no semblance of understanding towards his situation.

Jaejun has gotten better at handling his temper, knowing he was a little shit in high school, kicking everyone's ass when given the opportunity, but that didn’t mean that he didn’t lose it sometimes. And he was already raging when you arrived at him home, already have a spare key to his place. You tried to calmly talk him down out of his rage, keeping to the edge of the room as he kicked and punched furniture and walls as he marched around the room. His mood certainly wasn’t helped with the half of bottle of whiskey he had already consumed, having swallowed the glasses with one mouthful one after the other before answering the your previous phone call.

Your words were half-heard, the buzzing in his head taking preference as he cursed around the room, his blood pressure only rising when he thought back on that arrogant look Doyeong gave him, reminding him that the law was on his side, that Jaejun will never be able to call Yesol his daughter nor that Yesol will ever call his father. The fact that it was the truth, that even though the shared blood between him and Yesol means nothing, it made him so furious that he was ready to kill someone.

“...Jaejun, you know that I am on your side. You know that I will stand by you every way that you want to go.” He recalled your voice saying, someone near the edge of the room while continued to pace up and down. “You are her father, nothing changes that.”

“But Yesol will never know that until I tell her. Until I do, she keeps calling that motherfucker her dad when he isn’t!”  He kicked his coffee table hard, pain shooting through his toes but he hardly paid any mind to it because he was still so furious. He grabbed at his hair roughly, growling before he screamed out another curse and wildly slammed a punch to his armchair before pacing again. “She’s my fucking daughter! He can’t have her!”

“I know she is Jaejun, I know she is.”

“If I have to fucking drive down there and tell Yesol myself, then I will fucking do it! She will choose me over him! I am her real dad!”

The thought of doing the deed, the images of Yesol leaping into his arms in a tight hug while calling him dad made a ball of happiness and hope fill his chest, making a dent in his anger as he thought of the wonderful look of dismay which will cross that motherfuckers face when he realizes that he will no longer be called dad by Yesol.

Fuck it, he was gonna do it.

“-Jaejun, that isn’t a good idea.” He heard you say, your contradiction to his thoughts suddenly make that ball of hope disappear and be replaced with his anger. He whipped around and glared at you.

“What the fuck do you mean? She is my fucking daughter! She deserves to know who her real dad is!”

You flinched at his raised voice being directed at you, but you fixed him with a sympathetic look, your eyes genuine in emotion.

“Of course she does Jaejun, but she is young. You telling her the truth will only confuse her. As far as she knows, Doyeong is her dad, and you suddenly telling her that he isn’t will only hurt her.”

“I will never fucking hurt Yesol! Fucking never!” he screamed, insulted by you insinuating that he would do such a thing. With another curse, he turned around and started marching towards the door. “Fuck it, I’m going to tell her!”

“Wait, Jaejun don’t!” He heard you yell behind him, following after him with hurried steps as he headed towards the door and grabbed his car keys. “You’ve been drinking and you’re angry! Think this over tomorrow!”

“I don’t need to fucking think it over! I am going to tell her I’m her real dad!”

He reached for the front door, ready to leave, only to feel your hands on his arm, trying to pull him back.

“Jaejun please think this through! This won’t help Yesol, and if you go there and tell her the truth, it will only push her more into Doyeong’s arms and-”

It happened so quickly.

He was just so furious that you didn’t support him with his decisions, as well that you were trying to stop him, that he just dropped his keys and spun around with his other hand, his palm connected directly with your cheek, sending you flying to the floor with the powerful blow.

He didn’t even really remember doing it. Or rather, it felt like he was an outside observer to someone controlling his body when he did it. And now that the truth dawned on him, he just stared at your crumbled body in shock, his hand still sting from the blow.

The wool which was dangling in front of his eyes caused by the alcohol suddenly was lifted, sobering up really quickly as he watched you move so that you were kneeling, your hand cradling your face while you took shaky breaths to try control yourself, obviously trying to control the tears that were no doubt falling from your eyes.

“Y-Y/N...” He called out, horror slowly filling his veins as you continued to remain on the floor, not uttering a single thing aside from the pained gasp that broke past your lips when he struck you.

The saying of your name made your breaths freeze entirely, making Jaejun watch in frozen fear as you hastily stood up from the floor, your head bowed down as you turned around and tried to move past him, not saying a word. He immediately reached out to you.

“Y/N, wait-”

You flinched at his approaching hand, making him freeze from his actions as he stared wide-eyed at you, stunned like a deer-in-headlights that you would flinch at his approaching touch.

Only he understood why.

Instant regret filled him at your flinch, and you took the opportunity to hastily grab the door handle and open the door and retreated out of it, slamming it shut just as he rushed at it to follow you.

“Y/N! Wait!”

He immediately opened the door and rushed out of it just to make out your figure disappearing around the corner as you escaped from him, prompting Jaejun to immediately give chase, not wanting you to leave him like this. He had to apologize, he had to make you know that he didn’t mean it. But just as he managed to run outside,  he saw your car speeding out from the parking lot into the street, escaping him entirely and leaving him stone cold in his even more colorless world.

Lee Sa-ra

The twitches in her body were uncontrollable, curses leaving her lips every few minutes as she nibbled at her nails, tearing them down until they were almost exposing her nail beds, making her curse even more as she was unable to do anything else. The drip on her arm was hardly improving her mood at all, limiting her movements in the hospital bed that she has been chained to for the past few days.

Her father was adamant about getting her cleaned up, or rather to try clean up his reputation as much as he can since the police was sniffing around the church and other activities he has been conducting aside from daily services, Sara being nothing but extra goods which he is locking up to keep her out of sight.

Fuck, it pissed her off.

Hyejeong has been unbearable as usual, trying to act all high and mighty in front of her during visiting hours to the extent that Sara nearly threw her entire lunch tray at the bitch. Yeonjin and Jaejun have been no shows entirely, although to be honest she was quite glad because she was just about read to tear both of their faces off with all the shit they have started ever since that damn Moon Dongeun returned.

Her mother has visited her every single day, offering her prayers of recovery but each time her mother spoke, Sara just wanted to scream. Fuck, all of this could just be avoided if her parents will just let her leave the country again! But no, they have to be these hard-assed holier-than-thou parents suddenly wanting to be all responsible and prim, even though she knows they are everything but that.

Dammit, she was just so fucking pissed!

Probably the only thing that was keeping her from losing her damn sanity was you, visiting regularly whenever you could, always making sure to visit during the hours her mother and father’s weren’t there, as well as Hyejeong because she knew that she would rip that air hostess’s head off if she made a comment towards you and her during one of your visits. She has anxiously been waiting for your arrival, needing to have some sort of stability in this damn place before she completely lose her shit.

And just as she was contemplating ripping her drip out, consequences be damned, she was interrupted by the hospital door opening up and you stepping through it. Sara let out a sigh of relief.

“Thank fuck you’re here.” She said, grabbing you by the wrist and tugging you close to her once you got into close proximity, pressing hers lips to yours in a kiss.

But as she kissed you, she could feel something was wrong by the way you stood stiffly next to her bed, lips barely moving against hers. She pulled back to look at your face, eyebrows furrowed, and she noticed how downcast your eyes were, barely maintaining any eye contact. She squeezed your wrist, fingers flexing around your delicate delicate arm.

“What’s wrong?” She asked, her thumb subconsciously rubbing circles around your wrist bone in some sort of comforting manner, but it seemed her actions made your more anxious, your arm halfheartedly trying to tug itself from her grip but she wouldn’t let you. “What happened.”

“Sara...” you started, biting down your bottom lip as you paused your words, seemingly contemplating what to say next. And then you seemed to figure out your next phrase. “How...are you feeling?”

Sara immediately frowned at your questions, glancing at her lap and her bed before looking back at you with a slight sneer.

“How am I feeling? Shit, that’s what.” She hissed, letting go of your wrist to slam her hands against her bed mattress. “Fucking look at this Y/N. I am in hell! I mean fuck, the nurses are a pain in the ass and the doctors are even worse! Fuck, they look at me like I’m some pitying school girl! I’m not, I’m fucking not!”

Her blood boiled at the images of the doctors and nurses that she regularly sees, all having the same look as the other, pitying and at times disgusted. It pisses her off. They have no right to judge her. They have  no right to feel they are better than her in any other way. Fuck, they should just mind their damn business! She doesn’t even want to be here! She is being held captive by her own damn father, she should probably get one of her lawyers to sue him, fuck, that will teach him a lesson. And probably mess up his reputation even more.

The idea really seemed like a good idea and Sara started to smile at the prospect of it, but then a sudden chill hit her and her teeth rattled as her body twitched, breath catching in her throat as her body tried to re-stable itself. Your hands went out to touch her, grounding her by the hold on her shoulders as she broke out into a cold sweat, her hands gripping her bed sheets tightly as she trembled.

Dammit, she hated it when this happened.

Since she hasn’t had anything in her system in weeks, her body was trying to reconfigure itself, but it was absolute hell for Sara because she felt that she was conducting a sinful punishment handed to her by hell itself. Her hands were gripping her sheets so tightly that her knuckles were turning white and she felt like she was breathing through a test tube which was forced down her throat. Minutes felt like hours and when she eventually felt her body settling itself down, she couldn’t help but curse.

“Fuck I hate them! I hope they getting hit by a fucking bus!” She hisses, putting the wish into the universe with the hopes that it will carry it out. She felt your stiffen beside her, hand tightening for a moment before finally releasing her as you moved to stand in front of her bed.

“Don’t wish for something like that Sara. They are your parents.” You murmured, making Sara let out an empty chuckle.

“And what? That gives them the right to fucking throw me in here against my will! They are only acting like decent parents now because a fire has been lit under their ass. Dad is only trying to save face.”

“...That’s not true Sara.” You said, knitting your fingers together and rubbing your thumbs uncertainly. “They are worried about you. They want you to get better.”

A flash of irritation snipped through her mind, making Sara grit her teeth as she glared at her.

“Don’t give me that shit Y/N, they just fucking want to save face for the church. They don’t give a shit about me.”

“That’s not true Sara, if they didn’t care about you, they wouldn’t be trying to help you get...clean.”

You looked at her with an uncertain flash in your eyes, which immediately made her blood boil because it replicated the same looks as the doctors, nurses, and even her mother whenever they visited her. Her lips curled back and she bared her teeth like an animal, eyes burning in anger.

“You have been fucking speaking to my mother, haven’t you? She has tricked you into adopting her fucking stance, hasn’t she?”

Your eyes widened at her words, immediately making you shake your head as you reached out to her.

“Wait, no, Sara I am just saying-”

Sara slapped your hand away, lip curling further in anger as she pushed herself up to the head of her bed, pointedly ignoring your hiss of pain as you cradled your struck hand.

“I should have fucking known they would have gotten to you too! Fuck, you are supposed to be on my fucking side! You should be supporting me!”

You looked up from your struck hand, lips wobbling but your eyes suddenly resolute.

“I do support you Sara! But Sara...the drugs, they are eating away at you. You are becoming the shell of yourself, I’m worried about you. While it may be hard, I know that once you go through this, that we can-”

“FUCK OFF!” Sara screeched, grabbing her pillows and hurling them at you with so much force that the impact was loud as they hit your body. She then grabbed the glass and jug beside her table and hurled it at you, uncaring of the shattered remnants that flew across the wall and floor as you dodged them, backing away towards the side of the room as Sara went ballistic. “YOU CAN GO RIGHT TO HELL!”

“S-Sara please, c-calm down-”

“DON’T TELL ME TO FUCKING CALM DOWN!”

Sara grabbed whatever she could and threw it at you, screaming and cursing as fury filled every inch of her body. You, of all people, siding with her parents. That was the most absolute betrayal you could ever pull against her, and it made it furious. And it certainly didn’t help that her body was starting to go through one of its episodes again.

“Sara, please-”

“JUST LEAVE! JUST FUCKING LEAVE! I DON’T EVER WANT TO SEE YOUR FUCKING FACE AGAIN!’

She was so bloody angry, she was seeing red in everything in the hospital room, uncaring of how her arm was burning from the drip as she ripped her arm around. She heard the door of her room open and saw nurses rushing towards her, hands attempting to pin her down, which only infuriated her even more. She immediately tried fighting them off, hissing and biting at them like a wild animal.

“LET GO! LET ME FUCKING GO!”

“Miss Lee, please calm down-”

“DON’T FUCKING TELL ME TO CALM DOWN!”

Sara snarled and twisted about on the bed, trying to rip her body away from the nurses, barely paying attention to your lingering body as you slowly edged towards the exit, your eyes sad as you gazed at her. Feeling your gaze, she whipped her head in your direction, locking eyes with you as you shoulder your bag with wobbly lips, swallowing thickly as you attempted to keep your tears at bay.

“Goodbye Sara. I hope you recover from this.”

And then you were gone, and only after a few more weeks in hospital did Sara realize that it was for good.

Choi Hye-jeong

“Let me go! Just let me go!”

You were fighting against her, trying to break free from her strong grip but Hyejeong held firm. There was no chance of her letting go until you heard her end of the story. To just understand where she is coming from.

“Y/N-”

“Just let me go already!” You screeched, renewed energy soaring through your body as you kept fighting, but Hyejeong tightened her grip even more.

“Just listen to me!”

“No! Because nothing you will say will ever make this any better.”

Hyejeong gritted her teeth and curled her chin over your shoulder to try keep you in place, squeezing her eyes shut as she tried to calm herself.

You knew just hard it was to live the life she wanted without the aid of her friends, even she could even call them that. All her life she has struggled, either it be socially and financially, and even though she makes her own money, it is only a matter of time before she will be replaced with a prettier, younger air hostess who will cater to all the needs of passengers. Taking over her parents business was out of the question, she already has taken social blows due to her association with them, so for her to inherit the business will be the entire end of her upstanding reputation.

Even though Jaejun is the dirtiest bastard she has ever known, he can provide her with a life which she knows her deserve, only expecting a few nights from her to cater to his manly needs and maybe give Yesol a sibling, but otherwise the two of them will be open to any other relationships without hurt feelings.

You and her didn’t need to separate...and yet you were adamant to leave her.

“It won’t mean anything Y/N! I promise it won’t mean anything!” She pleaded, digging her fingers in your body in attempt to reaffirm her grip, and yet your fighting body wiggled around furiously.

“How the hell will it mean nothing? You are going to become his wife Hyejeong! His wife!”

“He and I won’t do anything! We will just-”

“Please...as if that asshole will not want to do anything on his wedding night.” Finally finding some success, you managed to rip yourself out of Hyejeong’s arms and scurried away, raising a warning finger at Hyejeong as she attempted to close the distance between the two of again. “Don’t treat me like an idiot Hyejeong, cause I’m not.”

“I’m not trying to-”

“Bullshit,” you hissed, “You would much rather marry a bastard like Jaejun than even try have a life with me.”

“That’s not true Y/N!” Hyejeong exclaimed, horror shooting through as you spoke, scurrying towards you to pull you into her arms again, only for you to match her footsteps and to keep the distance between the two of you. “You know that I love you! I love you so fucking much it scares me!”

You let out an empty laugh.

“Scares you so much that you run into the arms of someone else.”

“Y/N, you have to see it from my point of view!” Hyejeong screeched, hands suddenly rushing to her hair to tug at it furiously before throwing her hand in the air. “I have nothing to make something decent for myself. My parents own a damn laundry cleaning service and it will only be a matter of time before I can no longer air hostess! I need Jaejun to help me to maintain...well, this!”

Hyejeong indicated towards the room, pointing out the luxurious items that she has managed to afford and gather, either by herself or given to her by one of the others. But instead of adopting a more unstable expression, your face became more thunderous.

“So in the end, it is all about money. I am not even surprised, that is all you care about.” You growled, shaking your head. Hyejeong tightened her hands into fists.

“Y/N, without money, I’,-”

“You. And to me, you are enough. And yet it seems I am not for you, cause I wasn’t born with a damn golden spoon in my mouth.” You shook your head and moved across the room to grab your bag. “But I guess that is it then.”

Hyejeong immediately shook her head and hurried after you, grabbing you by the elbow before you could pull away entirely.

“Y/N, you and I can still-”

“Let me stop you right there.” You snapped, ripping your elbow out of Hyejeong’s grip, glaring at her. “There is no way I am going to become some sidepiece to you while you are happy wife to that bastard!”

“I don’t love him Y/N!” Hyejeong suddenly snapped, tossing all caution out the window as she grabbed you by the shoulders, looking at your earnestly while panic started building up in her throat. “You are the one I love! You are the one who matters the most to me! Jaejun is just-”

“Going to marry you. Call you his wife, and have you raise his child. And me?” You grabbed at Hyejeong’s wrists, squeezing them angrily with your own death grip that Hyejeong flinched at the instant pain you began to cause. “And you expect me to wait around at home like some good little lapdog, wagging my tail when you decide to give me the time of day once you finish doing your wifely duties? Not a chance in hell Hyejeong.”

You ripped her hands off of you and began marching for the front door, only to be pulled back by Hyejeong again, the air hostess refusing to simply accept you wanting to leave her. She has already said that the two of you could still be together, that she and Jaejun will only be wife and husband in name, albeit with some exceptions.

But she wanted you. Of course she wanted you. And her marrying Jaejun does not change that. Why can’t you just see how important it was for her to maintain the lifestyle she has had until now?!

“You can’t just leave me Y/N! Think about everything we have been through together!”

You paused in your footsteps and then turned to look at her with a sarcastic smirk, shaking her head.

“Are you seriously trying to pull that card right now in this discussion. Hyejeong, out of the two of us, you are the one who has not considered the fact we have been through a lot together. In the end, you are just a selfish bitch who is content to stay a gold digger for the rest of her life.”

Hyejeong couldn’t help but gasp in shock at your words, never having heard them from your lips before. Sure, she has heard it from Yeonjin, Sara, and many others, but you...you have never used the same labels as the others before. And the fact that you are using them now just sends unshakable pain to her heart, as well as fury.

“Y/N, you-”

“Let me put it this way Hyejeong,” You said, pulling your arm out of her grip again and turning fully to face her, a cutting glint in your eye. “If I was the one marrying Jaejun, would you even bother staying by my side as number 2?”

You didn’t even bother to hear you answer as you turned around and stormed out, slamming the door hard behind you, its slam echoing through her house while Hyejeong lowered herself to her knees, numbness flowing through her entire body, rendering motionless as you words repeated themselves in her head in an indefinite loop.

[curi0us-gh0st]

Shameless (Park Yeonjin, Lee Sara, Choi Hyejeong)

pairings: Choi Hyejeong x Fem!Reader, Park Yeonjin x Fem!Reader, Park Yeonjin x Fem!Reader x Choi Hyejeong, Park Yeonjin x Fem!Reader x Lee Sara (Is this the order?

word count: 1,2k

genre: smut, smut, smut, smut... and smut!

summary: You didn't care if any neighbors could hear, being fucked without a brain made it impossible to think coherently.

warnings: sex without plot (?), use of strap-on and vibrator, pussy slapping, superficial choking, overstimulation, quick mommy kink, insinuation about procreation, exhibitionism, anal, double penetration, degradation, dirty talk, fingering, brief mention of marijuana, etc. [no review| translation is fucked]

a/n: Okay, they are the red flags that I would literally give them without thinking twice... Posting so as not to say that I am literally a ghost lol

"Oh, look what she's doing!" Hyejeong announced, seeing her pussy come heavily, the moans increased during this torture of overstimulation. It was one, two, three, he barely knew where to be.

You don't need to ask why you are that way, your attitude with the intention of just playing with the bad-tempered way they made you is in that position, completely without any shame. Her head buried in the sofa, her body naked as the cold breeze hit her body and fingers entering her greedy and hungry pussy, she could be sad about this senseless punishment but confess that she is loving reaching the limit.

"You really are a bitch!" Yeonjin pulled her hair hard, completely bewildered, she didn't know how many times in that time she had cum so quickly. What she took now was the simple fact that you left the room in almost transparent clothes when Sara called you to take a bath in the pool.

The porch being illuminated by the yellowish light of Lee's house, the sound of grasshoppers, frogs and their moans. Your eyes almost popped out when you saw her with a big, thick strap on, she smiled naughty, pulling Choi and his fingers away from you, making her moan from the lack of contact, she turned you around to leave you with her chest up, a layer of sweat covering his body, some strands sticking to his forehead, his skin stained by hickeys and bites.

"I'm going to eat you until you can't take it anymore!" A slap was delivered to her soaked pussy, making her let out a loud and painful scream, that spot was so sensitive. "My little slut. Are you going to swallow Mommy's cock pretty girl?" His mouth on her neck kissing him, the fat tip of the toy teasing her entrance. "Are you going to show Sara what a good job you're doing?" She moaned with the speech, her eyes being glued to the woman who was smoking her cigarette, looking firmly at her naked body while Hyejeong had her fingers stuck in her pussy in search of relief.

"Y-yes, I will!" She claimed, the cock being pushed mercilessly inside her pussy, a drawn out moan, her punching the strap without any pity, her hips pounding frantically at a fast pace, the violent thrusts that were making her squirm. "Yeonjin!" She screamed with the movement she made, placing one of her legs on her shoulder, giving way to fuck her even deeper, hitting spots she didn't even know she had, she laughed at her desperation.

"Oh honey, you're making too much noise." She said placing her hands on his waist. "Don't you think so, Sara?" She asked making her eyes focus on the woman who was mesmerized by the most pornographic scene in front of her, she swallowed hard at the question — still buoyant from the marijuana she was smoking.

"Yes, the neighbors might complain about that." She replied and looked at Hyejeong. "Why don't you shut her up?" She proposed, Choi moaned in response, taking her fingers out of herself and walked towards the women, placing herself on top of you, she was on all fours, those mounds on her face that she didn't let go, sucking them causing the woman to moan , her ass hitting Park's torso causing friction to her pussy.

"Fuck you little bitch!" She moaned seeing you suck hard, your lips wrapping around her breast, her tongue running over the hard nipple while her free hand pinched her other breast. "You look like a hungry baby." Hyejeong brushed the strands of hair out of her face. "You like it when you get fucked like that, right?" She smiled devilishly, a loud moan left her lips feeling on edge again.

"I-I'm going to cum again!" She announced with eyes full of tears, held Hyejeong's waist, penetrating three fingers into her pussy. "And you're coming with me..." He bit her lips, a rough and thirsty kiss, his fingers being embraced by her hot and wet insides, Yeonjin slapping Choi's fat ass and focusing on making her cum, a unison moan from you feeling your insides exploding with pleasure cumming once again that night. Park stood up watching Hyejeong on top of you, both of them weak and tired, she smiled.

"You look so good together, two sex-crazed sluts." You smiled smugly before walking into the house, while hugging Choi's body, Lee's eyes eating you up by sight, she was so wet from the latest things she was seeing, you guys being completely fucked moaning Yeonjin's name, you moaning for them. When Park came back, she didn't come back alone, she was holding another strap and went back to Sara. "Put." She ordered and she just obeyed.

She took off pants and put on dick, only wearing his white dress blouse, unlike the three of you who were completely naked in the open air, the heat of someone watching them fucking was completely exciting, after Lee put it on, Yeonjin told her to sit where you were and did so. "So, Y/N here." She pointed to Sara, you left Hyejeong and sat on Lee. "Hyejeong here." She lay down next to you, Park placed a vibrator inside the woman's pussy making her moan, holding it tight. "You stupid little girl, we're going to fuck your ass and your pussy."

Sara fitted herself at your entrance, while Yeonjin began to penetrate your tight hole, both trying to fit inside you, starting — or at least trying — a rhythm so that the two of you came in and out together, your insides squeezed. by them, his arms holding onto Lee who had her lips on his neck mistreating him, while Yeonjin pressed her breasts against his back and pushing her waist to sit on the dicks while pressing the vibrator on Hyejeong, her eyes that met they were filled with tears.

Sly moans filled the place, the smell of sex, bodies going as hard as they could, you came with Hyejeong but the women didn't stop, their eyes crying from so much stimulation. "Yeonjin! Sara!" She called for them so sensitively. "S-slower! P-please! Ah!" She moaned desperately.

"I have a surprise for you.." She spoke close to her neck. "Do you want all of our cum?" She bit off a piece of her skin. "Do you want to have our seeds in you?" She asked wrapping her hand around her neck, squeezing it.

"Ah! Yes! I want your cum filling me up" She replied slyly, the women and their movements reaching their insides with their thick and sticky liquids, filling their holes completely, their lips being taken by Sara, a kiss sweetly caressing her face delicately as if it were the most precious thing in the world, they slowly withdrew from her inside, her head resting on Lee's shoulder, Yeonjin sitting next to her caressing Hyejeong who was almost completely asleep, breathing panting, the temperature returning to normal, they felt the liquids coming out of their holes, biting their lips, so exciting.

"Are you okay? Were you hurt?" Sara whispered, kissing her cheek. "I'm fine, you guys were great." She smiled, moving her face away to see them all. "I'm almost sure I won't be able to sit down.." She said, making them laugh.

"You started!" Hyejeong accused. "We wouldn't be fucked like this if you hadn't come up with the idea of us wearing almost see-through nightgowns."

"Doesn't sound like a complaint to me." Yeonjin told Sara that she agreed. "Let's go inside before we catch a cold or someone shows up, Doyeong must have already called." Sara held her on her lap taking her inside and Park helped Hyejeong walk into the house.

[angelique-of-the-volturi-guard]

Listen I am on my rewatch of The Glory and aside from being madly in love with both the romantic and unhinged nature of Joo Yeo Jeong, The absolute disparity between the good and bad parents in this show is killing me.

Dong-Eun’s mom? Absolute piece of trash with no class.

Yeon-Jin’s mom? Karen who thinks money and power can buy you anything.

Yeo-Jeong’s mom? Absolutely 100% supportive, but not stupid and committed to doing the right thing.

Kang Hyeon-Nam? The baddest bitch alive, willing to do anything to save her daughter even if it means endangering herself.

And then you have the disparity between Jae Jun and Do-Hyeong, who both cared about Ye-Sol. Jae Jun only cared about her when it was convenient for him and wanted her not because he truly loved her but because he wanted to possess her. Meanwhile, you have Do-Hyeong who is constantly looking out for Ye-Sol’s best interests even though he isn’t biologically related to her.

NOT ONLY THAT, but you also have Yeo-Jeong’s Dad, who was murdered by a patient while doing what he thought was right by saving him, unintentionally starting his son on the path to revenge.

And like yeah The Glory’s main focus is revenge but it’s also an exquisite commentary on how we pass down, inherit, come to terms with, and outright prevent generational trauma from our parents. It also shows how we can choose to do better or worse than they did based on the relationships we create or take for granted.

Idk man, as a generational trauma cycle breaker myself and mom of an (adopted adult) daughter that also experienced so much of that, this show gets to me on a parenting level in a way I can’t even begin to describe.

(Also Do-Yeong’s relationship with Ye-Sol makes me cry in the best way 🥹)

[leche-flandom]

I like all the bits where Ha Do-yeong watches his Park Yeon-jin be an absolute cunt to everyone who's trying to help her and his little eyebrow furrow says, "Wait. Was choosing a wife based on how little designer clothing she wore on the blind date not the best metric for marital bliss?"

[froggos-are-superior]

I can't deny the chemistry that Ha Do-yeong and Moon Dong-eun had at first and it would be hilarious if Dong-eun stole Park Yeon-jin's husband but I think it was the healthiest decision for Dong-eun to not have ended up with him just because her distancing herself from everything involving Yeon-jin at the end is for the best.

Also, I completely ceased all sympathy for him when he met with Dong-eun for dinner, saw her burns, and then told her he still wouldn't leave Yeon-jin. It kind of left me wondering if Do-yeong and Yeon-jin would have stayed married had Yeon-jin not killed Myeong-oh and nothing about Yeon-jin was made public. Was his leaving her disgust for her actions, or was it the severe negative publicity she received and would affect his company?

He was an interesting character, but his ability to look the other way until it began to concern him made him complicit as well to some extent, as far as I'm concerned.

[madwomansapologist]

a private after party | park yeon-jin

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synopsis: It was just a party for award that Lee Sa-ra received. It was huge one, full of important people. But what really mattered was how you and Yeon-jin celebrated when no one was watching.

warnings: red flags? yeah, i've noticed them. smut. rough sex. degradation. praising. thigh riding. choking. s&m. masturbation. alcohol consumption. smoking. cheating (i'm so sorry ha do-yeong you deserve so much better my king). gn!reader is also part of the asshole club.

You both could've say it was an accident. A mistake. That after hours of feasting on whatever Lee Sa-ra mixed in your glasses stopped you both from thinking straight. That it meant nothing.

But that's not true.

It wasn't a mistake. Every second spend with Yeon-jin can't be a mistake. It wasn't the first time, or the second, nor the third. It wasn't a accident. No stupid party or expensive alcohol was responsible for anything.

The fault is on you for getting away from your friends and search for a empty room in that Gallery. The fault is on you for calling Yeon-jin — by dialing her number, because touching her contact would be too easy. The fault is on her for telling Ha Do-yeong to go home earlier, that she just wants to make sure her friends get home safe. The fault is on her for climbing three flights of stairs without once thinking about turning back and heading home instead.

But when Yeon-jin locked the door, the fault was on you both.

"Red wine?" Sitting in one of the armchairs, you smirked. "Are we celebrating?"

"Sa-ra just got awarded," leaning against the door, Yeon-jin held the bottle with both hands. She took a sip, straight from the bottle, and walked over to you. "Of course we are."

You reached out, but Yeon-jin pushed the bottle away from you. She took another sip, looking deep into your eyes, before giving in. After drinking a bit, you put bottle on the corner table. "That's a pretty dress you're wearing."

Yeon-jin rolled her eyes. "I'd look better naked."

"I know you do," you smiled, and once again Yeon-jin got reminded on why she loves you so much. The way your eyes darken when you have fun, your lips curling up when you smile, all your beautiful hair. You have kind words and behaves nicely, but you're just like her. "Still, all I can think about is Monica Lewinski."

Yeon Jin slid his knee against his thigh, and then rested his hands on the armchair behind his body. Her knee came up, pressing against your panties, and the evil smile finally appeared on her face. "You're already drunk, aren't you?"

"You never cared about this before. Neither did I," you licked your lips. You tugged at the hem of your red dress. "You're perfect, but you look even better when you wear my clothes."

Yeon-jin bent down until their noses brushed. You moved forward instinctively, but she decided to explore your neck. You smelled like wine, and tasted like something sweeter.

"He didn't even noticed," Yeon-jin laughed against your skin. "And he thinks he's so smart. So above anyone else."

"I could fuck you in front of him and he still wouldn't understand a thing," you could almost sense her pussy throbing. Yeon-jin has a weak point for talking shit about her husband. "Maybe I should try next time he invites me to dinner with you both. Show him how you need to be treated."

Her eyes got darker. "And how's that?" You don't know how she does that, but she does. And often.

Your fingers tightened around her waist, forcing her to sit on your lap. You grabbed her chin, nails piercing the soft skin. Yeon-jin didn't even realize she rolled her hips against your thights. It was instinctive.

"Like a needy bitch."

Your hand went up to her neck, and you held it tightly. Her gasp vibrated up your arm. "Aren't you even going to pretend I'm wrong?" You squeezed her waist. "Won't you at least pretend not to be my little bitch?"

Yeon Jin shut you up with a kiss. She threw herself against you, her fingers pulling your hair in an attempt to bring you even closer to her, and melted against your body.

You forced her waist down, feeling how soaked the fabric of her panties already was. She leaned on your shoulders, sliding against you. Yeon-jin lifted her dress, exposing her black lingerie.

Yeon-jin has never been the type to ask for what she wants. She just takes it.

You squeezed her body, your fingers marking her ever so sensitive skin. Part of you wanted to really mark her. Sucking her neck, spanking her ass hard, scratching her back. You wanted to mark her as yours, expose to Ha Do-yeong how you managed to take from him the only thing that really mattered. How Yeon-jin was never his, always yours.

"You look so pretty underneath me," Yeon-jin moaned.

But you wouldn't do this to her.

Yeon-jin unzipped your pants, rubbing her fingers against you. With her touching you like that, looking at you like that, you couldn't help but feel complete.

But feel owned.

Yeon Jin drank more of the wine, and put the bottle in his mouth. Wine ran down your chin, dripped onto your clothes, but you didn't care. How could you?

You pulled her by her hair, bringing Yeon Jin's mouth to yours. You kissed her, making her drink the wine in your mouth, and moaned when Yeon-jin's hand became rougher. Less delicate. Just the way she knows you love it.

You're the only one that can make her head get empty. Bringing pleasure to Yeon-jin until that's all she is. A squirming little thing that only cares about having more of you. No one could replace you.

She's the only one that can make you desperate. That can turn you into something simple: into something needy. Someone that craves for her and only her. No one could make you forget her.

Open mouth, empty mind. Yeon-jin melting against your thigh, you breaking apart in her hand. Close eyes, full heart. No other drug can bring you both to ecstasy so easily.

"You're my favorite toy," Yeon-jin whimpered. A needy bitch. Your needy bitch. "My pretty, beautiful doll. You're the only one for me. You know that."

The mark of your nails on her throat were a proof of that. The stained dress on her body were a proof of that. The soaked pantie covering her used cunt were a proof of that. Yeon-jin calling your name at night, sleeping beside her husband, were a proof of that.

You took the bottle from her hand, taking a large sip. Darken eyes, curled up lips, your beautiful hair. Yeon-jin already knew what you would say, even before you opened your mouth. "I know that."

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[cutemothman]

Shin Ye-eun as Park Yeon-jin 더 글로리 The Glory Episode 1

Her eyes that turned darker when she got excited. Her lips that curled up when she smiled. Every single strand of her beautiful hair. Put all of that together, and that's what hatred is.

[vanilladollette]

Hi! Hope you're doing well ☺️. I would like to request headcanons for Ha Do-yeong and Jeon Jae-jun falling in love with the reader. She is from a rich family and Moon Dong-eun's friend who helped her in her revenge by getting married to Jae Jun. She doesn't really love him; she only got married to him to help Dong Eun. Even though he cheated on her with Yeonjin, he still loved her (toxic love) and was possessive over her. At one point, she met Do Yeong after he learnt about Yeonjin's infidelity. He fell in love with her too. Both men being obsessed with her and getting jealous of each other. Thank you ❤️

╰┈➤Having Jae-Joon and Do-yeong being obsessed with you

╰┈➤Author's Note: I didn't know how to end this so the ending might be bad.

You were a daughter of two very rich people.

Growing up, this caused many people to assume that you were snobby, spoiled, rude, better than everyone, a show-off

However, they were all wrong.

Despite having parents who had well-off jobs and made tons of money, they raised you to be polite, smart, respectful, manners.

Things that children of rich people do not have

When you got to highschool, many people believed that you would hang out with Yeon-jin and her friends.

Including Yeon-jin.

Except you didn't.

You wanted to be friends with people who wanted to be friends with you because you were like or because you had money.

That's when you become friends when Moon Dong-eun, who you became good friends with.

Dong-eun was a sweet girl, even though things at home weren't good, she was still the happiest girl.

Unfortunately, Dong-eun started to get bullied by Yeon-jin and her friends.

You did the best you could to help Dong-eun but when the bullies of your friend also have rich parents, they are able to get away with it.

This led to Dong-eun dropping out.

You weren't surprised that she decided to drop out and you didn't blame her.

You offered her place to stay at your home when she found out that her mother got up and left, leaving Dong-eun with no place to stay.

Dong-eun stayed for a few months before she left.

She thanked you for letting her stay at your home before leaving.

You and Dong-eun didn't talk much after that.

You and Dong-eun went your separate ways.

Until a year later, you receive a call from Dong-eun.

Dong-eun explains that she was planning to get revenge on her bullies back from highschool and was wondering if you were willing to help her achieve her plan.

You agreed to help her.

She asked you if you were willingly to marry Jeon Jae-Joon, not fall in love of course, but to get information from him.

You told her you'll try to get him to marry but you cannot promise he'll marry you.

Luckily, it was easy to trick Jeon Jae-Joon.

You met Jae-Joon at an exclusive gala organized by a mutual acquaintance, where your families were invited as prominent guests.

Jae-Joon, known for his charm and arrogance, approached you with a mix of curiosity and confidence, intrigued by your reserved yet commanding presence.

Despite his reputation, you managed to maintain your composure, impressing him with your intelligence and sharp wit during your conversation.

Unbeknownst to Jae-Joon, your encounter was preplanned by Moon Dong-eun, who saw this as the perfect opportunity.

Over the next few months, Jae-Joon pursued you relentlessly, enjoying the challenge of winning your attention.

Jae-Joon fell deeper for you, mistaking your calculated actions for genuine affection, while you maintained emotional distance to avoid unnecessary complications.

It takes long before Jae-Joon asked you to be his girlfriend.

Of course, you said yes.

Jae-joon believed that you actually love him.

You couldn't believe that Jae-Joon truly believes that you love him.

While you were with him, there was not much information to get from him to give to Dong-eun.

All of the information you received from him, Dong-eun already has.

You continue to stay with him to try to get more information from him.

For a year, you played the role of the perfect couple.

The tabloids adored you both, labeling you the power couple of the elite. Jae-Joon was possessive, yet he worshipped you.

Then, he proposed.

The wedding was grand, an opulent event attended by Seoul’s wealthiest.

You were the envy of many, draped in a designer gown, standing beside a man who claimed he would give you the world.

Still, no new information from Jae-joon.

It wasn't until two years later, you discovered information from Jae-joon.

Jeon Jae-Joon cheated on you with Park Yeon-jin, who is married to Ha Do-yeong.

Once you discovered it, you rushed to tell Dong-eun.

You didn't divorce Jea-joon after you discovered he cheated on you.

Your goal was to help Dong-eun get information Jeon Jae-Joon.

You couldn't divorce him despite one piece of information on him, you could find out more information about him.

A couple of weeks later, Moon Dong-eun tells you that Yeon-jin announced her pregnancy.

You ask Dong-eun if she believes the baby is Jae-Joon's.

Dong-eun wasn't sure if it was and has no way of knowing if the baby is Jae-Joon's but she will definitely keep that in mind.

Jae-joon continue to act like everything is completely normal, like he hadn't cheated on you.

Jae-joon continues to buy you bouquets of your favorite flowers, takes you out to dinner, etc.

A couple years later, Moon Dong-eun sets her plan into motions.

Everything began to fall right into place.

Ha Do-yeong

You knew who Ha Do-yeong was, CEO of a large construction company.

You have seen your father do business with him.

Do-yeong found out that Yeon-jin cheated on him with your husband.

Do-yeong knew Jae-Joon was married but didn't remember who Jae-Joon has married until he finds out that you are Jae-Joon's wife.

The moment Do-yeong saw you, he became infatuated with you.

You are the most beautiful woman he has seen.

Do-yeong come to you to ask you if you knew that your husband was teaching on you with his wife.

You smile as you told him that you did, you were the one who caught them together six years ago.

This confused Do-yeong. If you had known, why didn't you divorce Jae-Joon?

You revealed to him that you were working with Moon Dong-eun, a friend of yours who came to you for help to which you agreed to.

You amazed Do-yeong.

He didn't know what amazed him about you.

When Jae-Joon found out that Do-yeong was talking to you, he was angry.

Ha Do-yeong already took his daughter, now he is trying to take away his wife?

Jae-joon confronted Do-yeong on him talking to his wife.

He asks him what he does he thinks he's doing talking to his wife only for Do-yeong to ask Jae-Joon to ask him what he was doing with his wife.

Jae-joon didn't like that being thrown at his face .

Is this what Do-yeong felt when he found out that he was sleeping with his wife? Jae-joon asks himself the moment he actually realizes that you could leave him for Do-yeong.

Jae-joon tries to find ways to keep you away from Do-yeong but get Ye-sol back.

Do-yeong continues to talk to despite Jae-Joon threatening him to stay away from you.

There was on incident where Do-yeong and Jae-Joon had gotten into a fight with each other about you. (Do-yeong won).

You watch of all this go down.

All while you smile to yourself on how they fight over you.

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[crimeandpunishments]

toxic! park yeonjin x toxic! reader come to me

[sagalcove]

There's something truly beautiful about when evil women do horrible things to anyone who comes across them and are unapologetic for it even until the very end, inevitably destroying themselves in the process

[meadowfics]

obsession

park yeon-jin x f!reader

your bully has been obsessed with you for years, and you finally lean into it

warnings: obsession. mentions of homophobia. comphet implied.

you never understood yeonjin's obsession with you.

it started young, when you were just two girls existing in the same world, but living vastly different lives.

yeon-jin, the golden child, the untouchable queen of your high school, wrapped in designer clothes and cruelty, and you—the girl who had nothing but the same pair of sneakers everyday and a mother who worked herself to the bone just to keep the roof over your head.

the girl had everything. yet, she watched you. she followed you everyday with those sharp eyes. she insulted you, laughed at you with her group of friends as if she needed to remind herself that she was better than you.

except she wasn’t... not really.

at night, when she stared at her ceiling, when her mother’s words rang in her ears...

'keep that filth to yourself, yeon-jin. no daughter of mine will ever think about being with a woman'... she thought about you.

not with hatred, but with hunger.

yeon-jin never wanted to believe it, not when she was younger, not when you escaped to college, finally slipping through her grasp and bullying, and certainly not when she married a man and had a child, convincing herself that this was what her life was meant to be.

however, she saw you again.

it had been seventeen years. seventeen years since you had turned your back on all of them...her, sa-ra, hye-jeong, jae-joon. many years since you left behind the torment, the suffocating weight of yeon-jin’s presence.

now here you were now. successful. powerful in your own right without the help of your parents or nepotism.

yeon-jin hated how good you looked.

you were sitting down when she found you, one leg crossed over the other, your stylist slipping a pair of sleek heels onto your feet.

your chauffeur stood outside, holding an umbrella to shield you from the rain you had apparently been too distracted to check the weather for.

"y/n," she said, your name rolling off her tongue like something sacred.

your head lifted. when you saw her, your expression barely shifted, only the smallest flicker of surprise flashing across your face before you masked it behind indifference.

"yeon-jin," you greeted smoothly, brushing a piece of lint off your lap.

"it’s been a long time."

she smiled. the kind of smile she always wore on tv talking about the weather.

perfect. practiced. controlled.

"it has," she agreed, tilting her head, "but i wonder… have you been avoiding me?"

you scoffed, amused.

"it’s not like we were ever friends, yeon-jin."

the woman's smile twitched, just barely. however, you continued, glancing at her with something softer, something more distant.

"i heard you got married," you said.

"and you had a daughter. congratulations."

she should’ve just said thank you. she should’ve nodded. she should’ve smiled that fake smile and let you slip away again like you always did.

she didn’t.

instead, she tilted her head, and with a voice as casual as if she were commenting on the weather, she said,

"it should’ve been your daughter."

you froze.

your stylist hesitated, fingers pausing against the strap of your heel.

"excuse me?" you asked, brows furrowing.

yeon-jin’s lips curved, something slow, something dangerous.

"you heard me," she murmured, "it should’ve been your daughter."

your pulse kicked up, something sharp clawing at the edges of your mind.

"we’re women," you said, like that was the strangest part of all of this.

yeon-jin laughed, sharp and full of something bitter.

"don’t be fucking stupid," she whispered, stepping closer, close enough that you could smell her perfume, could feel the warmth radiating off her body.

she reached out, tracing a single finger along your jaw, and you swore you stopped breathing.

"did you really not know?" she mused, her voice quieter now, almost taunting, "all those years… you never noticed?"

you thought back.

the way she always found a reason to talk to you, even if it was just to insult you. the way she watched you when she thought you weren’t looking. the way she took so much pleasure in making your life hell, but never in the same way she burned dong-eun, never in a way that truly left you broken...because maybe, deep down, she never actually wanted to hurt you.

she just wanted you.

your throat went dry.

"leave us," you murmured, barely turning your head toward your stylist.

the woman hesitated, looking between the two of you, before nodding and slipping out of the room.

the moment the door shut, yeon-jin moved.

the woman's hands curled into your collar of your expensive grey trench coat, and then she was kissing you.

it was harsh, desperate, the force of it knocking the breath from your lungs.

you didn’t kiss back at first, your mind still catching up with what was happening...who was kissing you.

she didn’t stop.

the weather girl's hands fisted into your clothes, dragging you closer, and the frustration, the longing, the pent-up obsession poured into every movement of her lips against yours.

then, before you could think better of it, you kissed her back.

you shouldn’t have. you knew that.

you did.

yeon-jin's nails scraped against the back of your neck, her teeth grazing your bottom lip as if she had been waiting years, well decades, for this moment.

when you finally broke apart, her breath was heavy, her lips red and swollen.

"you hate me, don’t you?" she whispered.

you swallowed.

"yes," you murmured.

yeon-jin's fingers curled against your skin.

"good," she whispered, pressing her lips to yours again.

this was how it started.

no one knew about this continuing affair, except for sa-ra, hye-jeong, and jae-joon.

jae-joon hated you for it.

jae-joon glared at you from across the room whenever he saw you with her, since he wanted yeon-jin for himself.

however, yeon-jin wasn’t letting you go, not now and not ever.

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