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keehomania · 4 months ago

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frostbite (동상) ㅡ min yoongi (민윤기)

the second part can be found here

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“cold as ice, hard as stone, never choose men over being alone,” was what your mother had found herself repeating to you your entire life. maybe not your entire life, actually. you couldn't really remember when the phrase was spoken into life, perhaps when you had turned twelve, thirteen; when you began to develop and mature, when push-up bras began to substitute training bras, when makeup began to gain significance, when she had noticed how older and younger men alike had started to smirk and leer more and more shamefully whenever you passed by.

it wasn't because she had it out for you. quite the opposite, actually. it was something her mother had sang to her, an invention of her own she had sang to life when hormones began to work faster than she could blink. she thought it would raise awareness as a subtle way for her to let her daughter know that no man could ever be trusted in the slightest, but your mother didn't care to listen. it worked the first few years of her adolescence; she avoided relationships all throughout high school and college, but all good things come to an end. after she had graduated and gone into finance the way she had planned, things took a turn when she met your father. no one could have predicted the outcome. their relationship moved quickly, but smoothly. their friends had sworn up and down that they could never imagine them in an argument, until they got married. with marriage came a child, you. with a child came more responsibilities, with which came more money spent. they spent and spent until they had nothing left to spend, and that's when the verbal arguments had reached a new low.

by the time you had turned fifteen, you found yourself consoling your mother as much as she allowed you to. it was draining, you found yourself asking the man in the sky for a way out. a way out was in store, just not for you. one night, just a little after midnight, your father had packed his bags and left after another one of their more tense fights, swearing to find a younger, prettier, richer woman. you had both assumed it was another one of his empty threats, but you would never come to know, as that was the last time either of you have seen or heard from him.

for weeks on end following his departure, your mother had no tears left to cry. she was too quiet, white in the face as if all the blood has been drained from her body. she wasn't interested in discussing what had happened ever again. more weeks passed and winter came along, and she had fallen ill. you had picked up a job at fifteen and worked as many shifts as you could just to keep the house warm, to keep food on the table at least until december's weather had passed. she knew you had been trying, and you knew she was grateful, but you couldn't shake the uneasy feeling as her condition worsened, as did the weather.

blizzards were uncommon in daegu. sure, it was normal to wake up to over ten inches of snow, but the storms just never seemed to take action. that's why you were surprised to have woken up just half an hour past four in the morning, to the sound of ice pounding on your windows and vicious wind blowing. your room was on the second floor, completely untouched, and you felt relieved for just a second. that second quickly passed when you called out for your mother, only to be met with silence. maybe she didn't hear you, maybe she had mistaken your voice for the wind; it's what you so badly wanted to believe as you made your way down the stairs. your heart stopped when you had realized that hope was more than a call away.

despite the untouched stairs and floor above, the living room she had been sleeping in was a wreck. the air was noticably colder, windows broken, glass shattered on the wet floor. the storm had done all the damage, yet that still wasn't the worst part. your mother was still on the couch, her skin as pale as ever. she was facing the ceiling, eyes open. you felt your heart sink to your stomach, and you've been dreading the feeling ever since. you've carried the grief ever since it happened, tears stinging whenever november made an appearance, whenever the temperature shifted. your mother had frozen to death, and how could you ever get over it, how could you ever function? you dreaded your father more than anything, knowing that if she could've beared to sleep in their shared room on the floor above, she would've been alive.

that was the first moment you had taken her words to heart. cold as ice, hard as stone, never choose men over being alone.

you had made it through the rest of high school without any interest in dating, or men in general. you had graduated the way you pictured yourself graduating, and you did it alone. it was a lonely road before anything else, but it was something you learned to live with. you spent your last summer as a high school student working to kill the time, waiting for the college season to start. everyone from your class had gone their separate ways, but you couldn't care less. every day seemed the same—wake up, eat, work, come home, eat, sleep. you went to sleep dreading the night, and woke up dreading the day. on one particular day, a man had stopped you in your tracks on the way to work. all he had to say was, “wouldn't hurt to smile, would it?” all it did was put a scowl on your face.

when summer had finally come to an end, you were the most ecstatic you've been in in the last four years. you couldn't wait to leave the house you grew up in—sell it, rent it out, it didn't matter. all you wanted was out. you ended up renting it out to an anonymous customer, which definitely should've raised some alarms, but you couldn't care less. they needed the house, you needed the money; they could've turned it into a meth lab for all you cared.

daegu university was located on the other side of town. it was a good college, despite how far away it was, which meant it was worth the agonizing drive. it was almost cartoonishly big, big and urban. nothing less was to be expected of a private school with a low acceptance rate and big bills. you had met with the principal of the university a total of three times. the first time was to congratulate you for being accepted, which had taken you aback. it was the first time in a long time you had allowed yourself to grin from ear to ear. the second time was just a few days later, he had shown you around the campus in advance, to avoid any confusion when the halls were packed to the brim. the third and final time was to get you comfortable in your dorm, where you met your dorm roommate.

the school itself was filled with spoiled, conceited kids with little to no knowledge and extended trust funds. it truly was a sight for sore eyes in the worst way possible. often did you find yourself rolling your eyes at their remarks and complaints, it was incredible how they could be so out of touch with reality and out of sync with the real world. you couldn't keep up with the rich people bullshit—stained shoes, last season clothes, companies going bankrupt. just a month into college, you learned to tune everything out, nearly everything.

your roommate took the cake, and you knew it. you felt the last shreds of your patience go numb when you had first met him. for the sake of your education, you told yourself that having a guy as your roommate would be no issue. you didb't want to leave a sour taste in the principal's mouth, so you put on a smile and complied. all you had to do was ignore him, just as you had been doing your whole life. he was quiet when you had first met, he was quiet throughout the many times you had spotted him during lectures or lunch. min yoongi—out of his entire group of friends, he seemed to be the most tame. that had lasted until he grew more comfortable and less mindful of your presence.

awake at the peak of midnight, you typed away at your laptop. your forehead was slick with sweat, hair tied back as you focused on your presentation. yoongi had gone out, perhaps with his friends. the room was quiet, aside from the sound of the wind whistling from outside. the silence didn't last as long as you needed it to, however, your heart practically skipping a beat as the door swung open. you really could've sworn you had locked it, making a mental note to double-check from that point on. the room was dark, so you couldn't make out who had entered until the lights flickered on. the smell of soju was pungent as yoongi stumbled into the room, making your nostrils flare. you couldn't bite back the groan that left your mouth as he stumbled in, only because he wasn't entering alone, for the third night in a row. he had come in with another sorority girl, hand around her waist as their lips remained locked in a drunken dance, their feet tumbling over each other. yoongi waved you off as if to let you know he didn't give a shit, you could either stay and watch or leave, so you left for the third night in a row. you took your laptop with you and remained sat outside of the door, typing hastily while you prepared yourself for yet another night of listening to their ten minutes of pleasure.

while you continued to type away, you felt a tap on your shoulder. already pissed off, you bit back a hiss as you snapped your head to the side. greeted by your friend's smile, you were relieved you didn't snap at him. “shit, third night in a row? he's on a roll, isn't he?” kim taehyung was the first person that introduced himself to you, and on your first day, too. at first, you had no interest in being his friend, but quickly warmed up to him once you realized just how much you had in common. he was from bukgu, just like you. he liked the same things you did, but more importantly, disliked the same things as you—men and rich people. men, more or less—he cheered you on when you found yourself ranting about men and their behavior, even if he did it jokingly. his vendetta against the rich was what made him stick out, as he had gotten into the university due to his promising resumé, accepting a full scholarship. with that being said, he was always respectful towards you, treating you as a friend and nothing more.

“i don't know how you can stand to hang out with him,” you responded, typing away as he allowed himself to sit next to you, throwing a glance at the screen. “he's a good friend, don't sweat it,” he paused, a smile crossing his lips. “but i'm not dumb enough to live with him, fuck no.”

yoongi was all too quiet, even with his friends, but he made up for that with many habits that failed to please you. those habits ranged from chainsmoking to excessive drinking to the dehumanizing way he fucked every girl with two legs and a functioning mouth. shit, it didn't matter if the girls had two legs or three, he'd find a way to spread them as long as he was in the mood, but they'd never get a glance from him the next day, let alone a text back. he'd just move onto the next victim.

“you could hold me at gunpoint and i still wouldn't know what these girls see in him,” you scoffed. you really didn't know. sure, he was a good-looking guy, you weren't gonna go out of your way to lie and call him ugly, but nobody could be good-looking enough to risk your self-respect.

taehyung seemed like he was actually thinking about it for a second, the faint sound of moans and groans from behind the door adding to his brain fog, “i think he just has a really big dick, yeah?” you shot him a look, almost concerned, “you seem to do a lot of thinking about his dick, anything you wanna tell me?” you teased, earning a joking punch to the shoulder.

“how charming,” he sneered, all you could do was laugh. he paused for a second as the moans began to die down. “there is something i wanna ask you, though.”

you stopped your typing, peeling your eyes off the screen in order to face him. “yeah, go ahead.” he seemed hesitant, a nervous smile crossing his face, and you couldn't help but worry about what was to come. “you can't say no right away, you have to hear me out,” he was only making it worse. “i'm supposed to go to this kid's frat party tomorrow night, and i wanna bring a guest, yeah?”

your face couldn't help but twist up in pure confusion. it wasn't that you were a total stone cold bitch that was gonna leave him high and dry, but you had never been to a party in your life. “and out of all the potential victims in this school, you wanna go with me?” he nodded, almost eagerly, as if the answer was supposed to be obvious. “duh, who else am i supposed to go with?” you could've inquired, but you didn't dare argue back, you didn't have the patience to. instead, you waited a second before agreeing. you didn't have to stay overnight, just a couple hours to keep taehyung company.

“okay, yeah, come to the dorm and we'll go, what time is it?” you asked as you closed your laptop, the painful silence from behind the door being a good enough sign that you could come back in. “i'll come by around eight, thanks for this, i owe you one.” you nodded as he gave you a hug goodbye, watching as he scurried down the hall and back to his own dorm.

you let out a sigh of exasperation, hand sliding down your face as the realization hit you. you didn't know the first thing about social gatherings, let alone about the ones with wannabe elite socialities that'll have too much to drink. the thought made your stomach churn as you reached for the doorknob, but before you could open the door, you had been beaten to it.

from the other side, the girl yoongi had brought to the dorm had swung the door open, stopping in her tracks as she locked eyes with you. she was a pretty girl, but the look she gave you was enough to make your blood boil. she didn't say a word, but the look itself was so nasty, you felt as dirty as she did. as she stomped away, you could hear the sound of yoongi's laughter from the room. “feisty one, isn't she?” he asked as you finally came in, making sure to lock the door this time. “charming girl, you sure know how to pick them,” you rolled your eyes.

he turned to face you as you walked in, wearing nothing but his short as he made himself comfortable, pressing a cigarette to his lips. the look you threw him was incredible, almost mimicking the one tonight's vencido shot you just a few seconds prior. “do you really have to smoke that shit in here?” you asked as he lit the tip of it. he raised an eyebrow, as if offended. “you got lung cancer?” the question had little to no relevance, but you shook your head. “then, what's the problem?”

“it smells like shit,” you hissed, waving your hand at the smoke drifting in your direction. he couldn't help but chuckle as he made his way over to the sofa, kicking his feet over the side. “hold your breath, open a window if you have to.” you scoffed as you watched his eyes close, cigarette tucked between his lips. you opened both of the windows in the room, greeting with fresh air with open arms. it was the last thing you had said to one another before you went to sleep, physically too tired to argue any further.

the following morning came too quickly, the sunlight from the window that had been, once again closed, practically blinding you, even while your eyes were closed. you could barely open them, head groggy as you powered through it. despite the bright rays, it wasn't what you saw that had awoken you from your slumber, but what you had heard.

it was about seven in the morning, maybe a few minutes last seven. whatever time it was, you knew it was too early to be listening to whatever it was you were listening to. you could make out two loud voices; one was yoongi's, the other belonged to a girl. for a second, your blood ran cold at the thought of him hooking up with a girl while you were awake, but the fear went away as your vision began to clear up. they were both half-naked; not fucking, just arguing.

“you're a fucking asshole, you've always been a fucking asshole,” the girl yelled, voice piercing your ears. you could make her frame out, definitely wasn't any of the past three girls that came in. she was much smaller than yoongi, her fists pounding against his chest but to avail as she continued to yell and cry. “you think fucking my best friend is funny, asshole? or the other sluts you have in here every fucking night? or the whore in your bed at seven in the morning?”

you scrunched your face up, offended at the assumption, but you remained in your position, not wanting them to notice your presence in case the situation worsened. “you better watch that fucking mouth of yours,” you heard yoongi respond. he didn't yell at her, he didn't hit back. his voice was almost stoic. “she's not a fucking whore, she's my roommate and she's sleeping, so either be quiet or get the fuck out.” you were almost pleased with his answer, it was the closest thing you'd ever get to him being nice to you. unfortunately, she didn't like that answer at all.

“get fucked, you son of a bitch,” was the last thing she said before leaving, and she didn't go quietly. she left the dorm with heavy footsteps and a deafening slam of the door. yoongi paused, reaping the insult with only a second of eerie calmness. when the wave of calm had passed, you felt your body jolt as he threw the television's remote control at the door, muttering a string of angry curses as he did so. only then did he turn around, watching the way you stared in surprise.

he tilted his head back down, almost as if he felt sorry, “sorry if i woke you up, go back to bed.” you shook your head, pushing the blanket off as you swung your legs off the bed. it was much too late to go back to sleep anyway. “all good, i gotta get to class anyway.” he raised an eyebrow, leaning against the counter as he pressed another cigarette to his lips. you watched him light it up in shock, it was still seven in the morning.

“what the fuck kind of classes do you have this early?” you rolled your eyes as you brushed out your hair, getting done only what was necessary before leaving for your morning lecture. “management accounting,” you murmured a response. he raised his eyebrows, keeping his distance as he blew smoke into the air.

“studying finance, really?” you nodded in response, unable to tell if he was impressed or disgusted. “that's cool,” he said softly. “my step-dad studied finance, too. says it's a pain in the ass.”

perhaps you had were too comfortable in that moment, perhaps you were just too tired and out of it to register what was coming out of your mouth. “my mom studied finance, she was really good at it,” your eyes had locked, but only for a second. it wasn't long enough to carry too much significance, but not short enough to go unnoticed. you coughed, “i'm gonna go to class.” he nodded silently, watching you grab what you needed before heading towards the door. he watched you leave for your lecture, cigarette still pressed to his lips, but not before opening the window.

your classes had lasted longer than you had anticipated, the one hour mark stretching for another two hours. by the time you had finally finished, you felt the second wave of exhaustion flood your system. the morning wasn't even through, and you were ready to give up and go back to bed, but you couldn't. as you left the classroom, dreading whatever your schedule had in store for you next, you felt an arm sling around your shoulders as you walked down the hallway.

“hey, loser,” taehyung cooed in your ear, ruffling your hair as you scoffed, delivering a playful slap to his arm. “going to your morning classes like a good little geek, aren't you?” you rolled your eyes as you peeked at your schedule, smiling as you realized your next class was with your friend. “remember those words when you're working for me in ten years, jackass.”

he feigned offense as he placed his hand on his forehead in a dramatic fashion. “so so cruel, i would truly rather work at a gas station.” you couldn't help but laugh as you both made your way into the next classroom. you couldn't help but admire how elegant the classrooms were, truly a hit or miss product of capitalism. unfortunately, you weren't given much time to admire as you both stopped in your tracks in the middle of the room.

“min yoongi taking english literature,” taehyung was the first to react, equally as surprised as you were. he laughed as he walked up to his friend, who was seated in the back row, arms crossed with a faint smile on his face. “you do realize the class doesn't come with a free ashtray, right?” you faintly trailed behind him as they dapped each other up, the most unnecessary display of masculinity, you thought.

“yeah, don't be too shocked, my parents aren't paying for me to smoke all day,” yoongi responded. his faint smile grew more and more faint as he watched you come up behind taehyung. his gaze switched from you to him. “you two friends?”

you had opened your mouth to say something along the lines of “none of your fucking business,” but your friend was much quicker than you. taehyung wrapped his arm around your shoulders once more, ruffling your hair as you protested. “(y/n)? no, she's my hostage, as you can see.” you sighed in defeat, knowing it was no use. “you're such an ass,” you hissed. yoongi didn't say a word, he just stared. his gaze continued to flicker, but he remained quiet. even as you found your seat next to taehyung, just across from yoongi, he stayed quiet. silent, though his gaze never left the two of you, and you could almost feel it.

morning classes seemed to be the last of your problems as the day went on. everything was normal until you returned to your dorm, the panic you had been fighting since last night finally settling as you checked the time. you had exactly an hour to get ready before taehyung would come to pick you up. exactly an hour to find an outfit, put some decent makeup on, and get the courage to not pussy out. yoongi was nowhere to be found as you entered the dorm.

your wardrobe wasn't necessarily limited, as you had brought everything that could fit you. anything that couldn't was given to charity before you rented out the house, it was the smartest thing to do. you kept everything in a narrow closet, alongside some jewellry your mother had kept in a dainty box. it was a weird sensation, even after so many years, running your fingers through the fabric would never not strain your heart. you gulped back the melancholic nostalgia as you raked through the clothes. finally, you pulled out a dress hanging from above, one that had caught your eye.

it was anything unlike you had ever worn, because it wasn't yours. it was a dress your mother had worn when she was just a bit younger than you. despite what she believed in, she was the life of the party, unlike you. she knew how to let loose, and she wasn't afraid to express herself through her clothes. the dress was almost skimpy, she loved giving men the wrong impression. she loved knowing they could look because, they'd be looking either way, but they could never have her. she was in control, and the dress was gorgeous. a gold dress with thin straps, entirely tight and made to hug the body of whoever chose to wear it. it wasn't what you were used to, not at all. you loved the fact that it was pretty, but you loved the fact that your mother felt pretty in it even more.

if it wasn't her dress, you were entirely sure you wouldn't have liked it. the sensation of putting it on and embracing it was even weirder than the feeling of finding it. nonetheless, you slipped into the dress as you stood in front of the mirror. the dress was even more beautiful on you rather than in your hands. it was just as you imagined—tight, hugging every part of your body from your chest to your thighs, but beautiful. the light from the room did it more than enough justice, it glimmered.

even as you did your makeup, you couldn't help but give all your attention to the dress. it made you feel warm on the inside, the fact that you had a part of your mother clinging to your skin. it was as if she had never left. when you finished, with your face touched up, the heels you wanted, and the gold ring on your finger, all you could do was admire the dress in the mirror.

“holy shit,” were the words that finally snapped you back to reality, your body jolting as your head turned to the source of the sound. you hated how bad your instincts were when you were distracted, it was one of the reasons why taehyung could tease you as much as he did without you reacting. you froze, not knowing what to do.

“shit, i didn't mean to scare you, i'm sorry,” yoongi continued. he was equally as frozen as you were, having stopped himself in his tracks as he stared at you, eyes scanning you from head to toe. “it's just that you look really nice. the dress is—really nice.”

you almost felt bad for staying quiet. it wasn't that you were ungrateful, you just didn't know what to say. for a moment amidst your silence, yoongi continued to admire you for a moment longer, turning on his heel when he realized you had gone mute. “wait,” you practically blurted out, stopping him in his tracks once more. “thank you. it was my mom's.”

he didn't turn back around, but he remained in place as he felt his heart tighten at your words. “doesn't fit her anymore?” his tone was almost hopeful, as if he was hoping that would be the case. you went quiet for a second, before the answer came out entirely too quickly, as if you had thrown it up. “it would've if she was still here. she passed away, few years ago.”

you regret it the second it had come out, but that was the thing about word vomit; just like regular vomit, you could never take it back. now, it was his turn to be silent. you were entirely sure that you had creeped him the fuck out, but he felt that it was far from that. his heart tightened, it wasn't the answer he was hoping for. he responded as he turned around, finally facing you. “i'm sorry,” he murmured. “my dad passed away some years back, too. storm was bad.” he had mentioned his step-father, but never his actual dad. you felt for him, and he felt for you.

you opened your mouth, ready to offer some form of support, but the distinct pounding on the door was quick to cut you off. “come in,” yoongi muttered out, loud enough for whoever it was to here. taehyung wasted no time opening the door, practically cheering as he came in, unable to read the room.

“is my hostage ready?” his voice had dropped a few octaves as he neared the end of the question, walking into the room as he locked eyes with you. it was something about you in the dress rather than the dress itself, and yoongi was quick to notice his reaction.

“what're you doing here?” he asked taehyung, fighting back the urge to roll his eyes at his shell-shocked reaction. for a second, he focused. “i'm here for (y/n), we're going to the wang party.” never had you heard of that name in your life.

yoongi raised an eyebrow before turning back to you. “you didn't say you were going to jackson wang's shitty frat party,” he sounded almost displeased. you shrugged, “what's it to you?” you and taehyung exchanged a glance as yoongi scoffed, the agitation expanding.

“his entire frat has a thing for roofies and rape,” he paused to shoot taehyung a look. “but i'm sure your friend already told you about that.”

it was your turn to shoot taehyung a look, who already had his hands up. “you really think i'd let something happen to her?” he asked, his tone slightly colder than usual. yoongi scoffed at the rhetorical question, “go on, then,” was all he uttered out.

you knew you didn't need any help, and that you were perfectly capable of handling yourself, which included the decisions you made. still, it didn't change the fact that leaving the dorm held more tension than it was supposed to. taehyung shut the door as you left, leaving yoongi in distress that he chose not to make obvious. instead, he chose to ignore the way it nagged him as he turned the television on, hoping it would just go away.

“roofies and rape? you guys are such a fucking cliché,” you muttered as you made your way down the hall with your friend. as oblivious as you were, for taehyung, it was a blessing, because you failed to notice the glances sent your way. he thought you were gorgeous, he thought the dress was gorgeous, up to the point where he could barely register what you were saying. “okay, yeah, ignore yoongi. i told you, i'm not gonna let anything happen, no way.” you knew he wouldn't, but you couldn't shake the feeling of unease as taehyung knocked on the door. the way yoongi acted, the way he talked, it was such a drastic and quick shift.

the generic music and cheers weren't audible until the door opened, you began wondering who you had to ask to get a thick door like that for some very necessary sound blockage. the guy who opened the door was familiar, you were sure you had seen him around campus before. “what's up, jackson?” they greeted each other with a laugh before the guy turned to you, with an almost unsettling spark in his eyes as he did so.

“good to see you, tae,” he spoke a little louder in order to combat the loud music. “and who do we have here?” the flickering colorful lights lit up the room, and you could make out what seemed to be hundreds of people in there, much to your disbelief. there was no logical reason for there to be that many people at one dorm party.

you introduced yourself, a friendly but equally forced smile on your face. “yeah, you're yoongi's roommate, aren't you?” you nodded in response, and you could tell that jackson wasn't too pleased with your roommate. “we should get you a drink then, make it easier to deal with him.” you feinged a laugh as you agreed, shooting taehyung a desperate look. you didn't need to say anything as you followed jackson in, your friend has already burned holes in the back of his head with his glare.

“i'll get us drinks, is that cool?” he could've sworn he saw jackson's face flash with disappointment, but the host obliged, nonetheless. you knew it was the best way for you to not get your virginity taken by the proclaimed roofie rapist, but you couldn't help but panic as taehyung left, even if it was for a good cause.

everybody was a sweaty, drunk mess. the party had started a mere fifteen minutes ago, yet the dorm was packed to the brim with careless, leering students looking to blow some steam off. you found yourself with your pressed against the wall as you created as much distance as possible. “i'm guessing it's your first frat party,” jackson said, only a few feet away from you. you avoided eye contact as best as you could, though you could barely hear him. “first party in general,” you corrected him. “not really my type of scene.”

he chuckled as he closed a few inches of distance off between you two. “that's what i figured,” you quite literally had nowhere to go, with the wall pressing into your back. “must be why you came with your boyfriend, right?” you laughed, but it wasn't in a mocking way, as if you had taken slight offense. “no, taehyung's not my boyfriend, i don't do boyfriends.” you made sure to put emphasis on the last bit.

jackson raised his eyebrows, taking a mere step closer as the lights flashed. he wasn't an unattractive guy, but you needed to take caution. “all the girls here tend to come with their boyfriends,” he gestured towards the many couples easily spotted behind him, all of them a sweaty mess of hormones, grinding and kissing without a care in the world. “rumor's going around that i'm not a nice guy, so they wanna be careful,” you couldn't tell if he was covering his tracks or not, but he was too close to your face, and the alcohol on his breath was no consolation. “what about you? you think i'm a nice guy?”

you couldn't tell if he was being serious or not, and you truly didn't know how to answer. his eyes bored into yours as a smirk played on your face, your mouth open but no word vomit. before you could waste another second thinking, you glanced at his side, watching taehyung stride over with two drinks, as if on time.

“here you go,” he broke the silence, and relief washed over you. once again, jackson attempted to mask his disappointment with a smile. taehyung handed you a glass of something clear, strong. you knew it was strong, whatever it was, but the tension was so cruel, you couldn't help but down the contents of the cup, as if to ease how unsettled you felt.

whatever it was left a disgusting taste in your mouth, almost like nail polish. your friend watched you, almost concerned, while jackson let out a laugh. “i have a feeling it isn't your first time,” a comment that earned him a glare and a half. you shook your head, “i'm not a drinker,” you argued. “but i'll take more of it.”

this time, taehyung pulled you to his side. “great idea, let's go,” he urged, earning him the third look of disappointment of the night, but he paid no mind. he knew that no reaction, was the best reaction. a frown formed on your face as he dragged you through the tight crowd, leading you to the coolers on the wooden table. he shot you a look, “stay away from jackson,” was all he said as he passed you another drink, this time, a can from the cooler. something less strong to kill the burning sensation in your throat. all you could do was nod.

by the time you had gotten your fair share of drinks down your system, the atmosphere around you began to shift drastically. it was less tense, more refreshing. the more lightheaded you felt, the easier it was to let loose. the worse your vision had become, the more flushed you felt as your blood pumped. you had left taehyung's side, the succumbing to the foreign feeling as you joined the crowd despite his calls of disapproval. you knew he'd come after you, but you didn't care. all you could focus on was absolutely nothing. you just liked the way it felt, swaying to the music as if nothing mattered. unfortunately, everything mattered, and not everyone was as unaware as you were. jackson watched you from the sidelines, and he was focused, despite the many drinks that were clashing in his system. he couldn't not focus on you.

as the night wore on, situations varied. in one dorm, the music was loud. the flashing lights provided no sanctuary, and the drinks were practically freezing despite the immense heat. in one dorm, everybody was having a fantastic time. in another dorm, the silence was deafening.

yoongi had put out what may have been his final cigarette of the night. his throat had grown tight, and his stomach had started to churn. he knew it wasn't because of the cigarettes, no. he had put so many of them out just to ease the aching concerns in his mind as he watched the clock tick. a minute had past, followed by an hour. then, another hour. by the time the box was empty, it was almost midnight, and he couldn't think. with his fingers intertwined, nose pressed against them, he let out a sigh. why were you still there? why hadn't you come back yet? did something happen? it was all he could think about. it wasn't that he cared, he just didn't want anything to happen to you; it'd put his reputation in a tough spot, seeing as you were his roommate and all. at least, that's what he wanted to believe in.

the sound of the clock ticking was almost mocking, as was the way the hand moved in the slowest fashion possible. when another fifteen minutes had passed, he glanced at the door, hoping he'd see you stumble in. maybe not sober, but alive and untouched. when the last speck of hope faltered, he found himself pulling his weight off the couch. “fuck this,” he practically spat, snatching the door keys off the drawer before making his way out.

you were unaware of what was happening behind the door, outside of your makeshift sanctuary. you had finally reached the point of betrayal, only then could you see why you had avoided alcohol for so long. as your head span, so did the room. the burning sensation in the pit of your stomach had quickly replaced the short-lived euphoria you had felt up until then. as your dancing faltered, you found yourself tumbling in the opposite direction, practically tripping over your own two feet.

before you could cause yourself any harm, you felt a familiarly unfamiliar touch embrace your waist, preventing you from falling onto your back. for a second, everything went quiet, relief coursing through your veins. the relief was as short-lived as the bliss. “caught you just in time, didn't i?” you heard jackson murmur, his breath hot against your ear. your vision was blurry, and you were slurring your words as if you had a lisp. you didn't want him to know how drunk you were, you didn't want him to take advantage of it, but he was no fool. “yeah, thanks'o much,” he only chuckled in response.

in an attempt to pull yourself away from him, you found yourself staring at him face-to-face, as his grip never left your waist. you could barely make out his figure, let alone muster the strength to run away. your mouth was open, but it was as if your brain was too slow to form any sentences. “feel bad, don't you?” his voice was soft, almost comforting but borderline mocking. all you could do was nod. “we should go, get you taken care of. my friend's gotta spare room, yeah?”

your hands were pressed up against his chest, as if in attempt to push away from him, but no force was emitted. under any other circumstances, you'd have had no problem leaving, but things just weren't playing in your favor. he smirked, leaning in towards your face as his hot breath fanned your neck, nose grazing the side of your jaw. you pressed your eyes shut, hoping it would all go away, but it never did.

“it's a shame your friend left you here,” he practically purred in your ear. his fingers grazed your collarbone as his free hand slid down your hip, reaching to cup your ass as he let out a sigh at the feeling. “pretty thing like you, nothing good's bound to happen, right?” you couldn't fight back. for the first time in forever, you couldn't fight back, and you hated it. you hated how you were at his disposal, there for him to use without a care in the world. you kept your eyes shut, still hoping it would all stop and go away. and finally, it did.

it didn't go away quietly—within seconds, you could feel a tight grip ripping you away from jackson, a force so aggressive, you felt your heart stop for a split second. you felt as if you didn't need to second-guess who it was, thinking taehyung had finally located you and came to your rescue, but your suspicions were denied once you turned around. “what the fuck is wrong with you?” despite being free from his grasp, jackson's yell made you wince. he came closer once more, but he didn't face you this time.

yoongi came just as close as he did, mere inches away from his face as he levelled with him. “dunno, jackson, she looks pretty drunk to me,” he sneered in his face. you were behind yoongi, with one of his arms pressing into your front in an attempt to block the distance between you and jackson. by that point, the music had started to falter, and people were growing more and more interested in the scene that was unfolding. “you can take the roofies and rape bullshit somewhere else, i'll fucking kill you and you know it.”

for a second, jackson almost seemed hesitant to react, as if he was scared of the man in front of him. that second passed, but it didn't go unnoticed before he chose his next words, “i should leave my bullshit here and fuck her 'till she's sober, in case you wanted to watch.” had he chosen anything else to say, maybe the situation wouldn't have escalated the way it did so fast. because, in one swift motion, jackson plummeted into the ground beneath his feet, his neck bending backwards in an almost animated way as yoongi's fist collided with the bottom of his jaw.

“holy shit,” was all you could breathe out, screams emitting from the crowd of people behind you as you watched jackson's bloody gums shine under the lights. your body told you to move forward, pressing into yoongi's arm as you took a step towards jackson. the man beside you almost instantly looked back at you as he pushed you off with just enough force to make you stumble back.

for a second, you and yoongi locked eyes. your eyebrows furrowed, a look of concern in your eyes mixed with the profound melancholy of a lack of thoughts. your brain was moving too slow, you thought you looked stupid, but he thought you looked beautiful. it pissed him off how beautiful you looked, and it was all you could see in his eyes. anger, anger, anger. anger, and a speck of something else that you couldn't quite figure out.

“you've gotta be fucking joking,” your head snapped towards the source of the sound, and you spotted taehyung rushing to your side. first, all of his anger was directed towards jackson, but the anger quickly shifted to your roommate once he realized jackson had been dealt with. “where do you get off shoving her?” yoongi scoffed at the question, watching the way your friend came up to you from behind, his annoyingly protective hands cupping your shoulders as he watched you, hoping to see you were okay.

“where do you get ditching her in a place like this?” was yoongi's response. everything went quiet, too quiet, as he and taehyung locked eyes. you were afraid, too afraid that your friend would end up in the same position as jackson. “it's crowded, i went to the bathroom and couldn't find her,” taehyung's defense was reasonable, as you had given him permission to go, promising you'd be fine for a minute or so before making your way to the dance floor. yoongi laughed, but there was no humor to be traced, “that's funny seeing as i found her the second i came in here.”

the silence physically made your stomach twist, and they could both see it from the way your abdomen clenched as you bent forward. people had started whipping their phones out, snapping photos ane taking videos as hushed whispers began to fill the air. “let's get you out of here,” taehyung murmured, ignoring what yoongi said as to avoid any further discomfort, but you knew yoongi. everybody knew him. as your friend pulled you by one arm, leading you towards the exit, you both stopped in your tracks. from your other side, yoongi kept his grip on your hand tight. you couldn't fully grasp the situation, but his unfamiliar touch had a different feeling than jackson's. they were both foreign, but only one was welcomed.

“go home, taehyung,” yoongi uttered out, and oncr again, they locked eyes. the tension was palpable, and you couldn't stand the way their cold gazes matched one another so well. when taehyung's eyes left his, they met yours. you wanted to go home so bad, the situation was killing you from the inside. so, you held his gaze and nodded. he let out a sigh as he let your arm go, ever so hesitantly. “i'll call you,” was what he said before he finally turned on his heel. yoongi practically sneered—“no, you won't,” was what he so badly wanted to say.

the morning which had followed was no easier than the previous night. you couldn't remember the last time you felt so sore, the pounding in your head never seeming to ease. you blinked, more than what was deemed natural, as you opened your eyes to the blinding sunlight. you could hear your roommate, but had yet to see him. “weather's getting colder,” was what you could make out as you propped yourself onto your elbows. “enjoy the sun while it lasts.” unfortunately, he had a point. you stopped straining your eyes, allowing the sunlight to do its work. now, you could see him, standing next to the open window with a cigarette in his hand.

“what time is it?” you asked, exhaustion laced in your voice as your brain had begun picking up the pieces of last night's rezendevous. “about ten,” your head snapped, realizing you had missed two of your morning classes. “but don't even think about going anywhere.” you looked up to meet his gaze as he blew smoke out the window.

your whole body was tense, and only when you stepped out from under the covers did you realize just how right he was about the weather. “why's it so fucking cold?” you couldn't help but ask, the borderline freezing weather leaving a sour taste in your mouth. “it's almost winter,” yoongi responded, just as dryly. “fucking hate winter.” you let out a humorless laugh, as if to agree. if there was one thing to agree on, it was that.

your phone vibrated on your desk, and as you peered over to see who had been bugging you so early in the morning, taehyung's face flashed on the screen once more. “so annoying,” yoongi spoke once more. “he's been doing that all morning.” you shot him a look as you scurried to pick up your phone, “and you didn't think to answer him?” you asked, watching him take the last drag of his cigarette. he shrugged you off, earning an eye roll as you finally picked up taehyung's call.

“thank god, everything okay?” you heard his panicked voice from the other side, before even getting a chance to greet him. “yeah, just woke up,” you murmured, your heart pounding as you recalled just how bad it had gotten the night prior. you could recall the drinks, the lights, jackson. most importantly, you could recall yoongi, and how he had rushed in, potentially stopping you from getting assaulted. the phone was pressed against your ear as you looked up to meet his eyes once more. from the way he looked at you, you knew he recalled it just as well. because, he looked at you as if he wanted nothing to happen to you.

“i'm really sorry for leaving, i should've held it in a little longer,” your friend's apologetic voice rang once more. you shook your head as if he was there, but your eyes never left yoongi's, “no. tae, it's alright. it would've happened either way, it's not your fault.” you could've sworn yoongi's gaze dropped at the mention of his name, but either way, the eye contact had finally broken. you spoke to your friend a minute longer, dismissing his apologies and promising you'd see each other for lunch. he wanted you to spend it with him and his friends, seeing as that would be much safer than being alone. you complied.

when you finally hung up, you allowed yourself to face reality once more. “there's advil in the cabinet,” yoongi spoke. this time, his tone was colder than anticipated. you thanked him, allowing yourself to get ready for whatever it was the universe had in store for you.

by the time lunch had rolled around, you found yourself waiting for your friend once more. this time, for a much safer setting. taehyung and his friends normally spent that period outside, taking up a bench or two while they hung out. as you walked with him, you could feel just how unfamiliar and harsh the air had grown. he noticed your discomfort, but said nothing, as you were near the spot anyway.

you couldn't recognize any of his friends. sure, you had seen them around campus. maybe even in a class or two, but you knew none of them personally. all but one. as you walked up to the bench, yoongi was the last to notice you, but the first to meet your gaze. “this is (y/n), she's gonna be joining us today,” taehyung introduced you, and you forced a smile. the smile was returned as the boys introduced themselves, all but one. yoongi remained silent, but never took his eyes off you. all of the boys were locals, all from daegu, but all of them seemed to harbor the same personality as taehyung, regarding the rich people bullshit. they seemed nice, down-to-earth, until the questions rolled in.

“you were at that party last night, weren't you?” one of the boys, who had introduced himself as dongwon, asked. though hesitant, you nodded, earning a sound of astonishment from him. “yeah, jackson's a real asshole. he didn't put his hands on you, did he?” you tensed up at the thought, with dongwon earning a look of disapproval from taehyung. you weren't the only one uncomfortable—from the corner of your eye, you could see yoongi fidget with his fingers, perhaps at the mention of what went down last night.

“no, not really,” you responded, recalling the way he had you backed up against the wall, the way his fingers so desperately waited for further access beside your waist. “not really?” dongwon repeated, as if confused. “what exactly do you mean by that?”

you shrugged, as if hesitant to go into further detail. “he didn't get to do much touching, nothing too bad,” you paused, watching the way nearly all of them listened carefully. “tried to kiss me, had his hand on my ass but that's really all—” before you could finish your thought, everybody's attention shifted to yoongi, who had pushed himself off the bench and onto his feet, throwing his can into the bin behind him more aggressive than necessary. “yoongi, what's your deal—” once again, you found yourself being cut off by the same man. once he was on his feet, his grip was on your elbow, practically dragging you away from the group and back into the school.

you thrashed, but it was no use, you couldn't pull yourself out of his grasp. he was too strong and too determined, as he pulled you into the first empty hallway he could find. once he had found the spot, you found yourself in an all too familiar position, with your back pressed against the wall. “what the fuck is wrong with you?” you hissed, but your voice was weaker than usual. you didn't know if it was because of last night's antics, or because of the current tension. “what's wrong with me?” he repeated, tone equally as harsh. “where do you get off talking about shit like that?”

now, you were just confused. “what the hell are you talking about? he asked me a question.” yoongi rolled his eyes, you truly had no idea why he was so mad. especially at you, what was it that you said wrong? “why didn't you call me when he touched you?” this time, his tone was more gentle, and the confusion had been replaced with shock. “if i had come in a second later,” he stopped himself mid-sentence, not wanting to imagine just how much the situation could have escalated.

your face softened at his words, it was almost like he felt guilty for not having stopped you when he had the chance. “you came,” you said. “you came, and i'm grateful you did.” your words comforted him, just a little bit. in the end, the important part was that someone intervened. even if it happened to be your roommate. for a moment, you saw him smile, but perhaps it was too much. he knew it was, so he followed it up with an eye roll, “it was a pain in the ass, had to watch over you, missed breakfast and lunch and everything,” he paused, as if the lightbulb in his head came to light. “you owe me lunch.”

you owed him lunch, and it took every cell in you to avoid ripping his head off his neck. it was the least you could do, it really was. it wasn't like you didn't know how to cook, of course you did. it was one of the first things your mother had made sure she taught you on time. but it was something about the almost smug smile he was wearing as he made himself comfortable on the chair, while you whisked away by the stove. “and don't even think about poisoning it,” you heard his taunting voice from behind. “the death penalty's legal now.”

for a moment, you even considered it. you opted for one of your mother's recipes, seeing as your roommate wasn't specific with what he wanted. truly, he didn't care. he just wanted to eat, with the appetizer being an excuse to fuck around with you. the specific recipe you were using had been passed around from one generation, all the way to your mother. the stew itself was something anyone could make, but nobody could make it the way your did. in fact, it was so special, the only people she ever shared it with were you and your father.

“it smells good,” yoongi murmured, his eyes glued to your frame as you carefully removed the pot off the stove, turning the heat off. you smiled to yourself as you retrieved a bowl from the csbinet above, “thanks.” never had you tried the recipe out for yourself, it was your first time and you were determined to make it work.

he waited patiently as you scooped the stew out, dumping it into the bowl. he watched your every move, from the way you pushed the loose strands of your hair away from your forehead, to how you carried the bowl with grace he swore was there. the stew was served with a bowl of rice for him, and a side of radishes. you heaved a sigh as you sat next to him, hands sore. everything was there, picture perfect for him, but he kept his focus on you.

“well,” you urged. “go on, then.” only then did his gaze drop. he stared at the red liquid, allowing the spicy scent to grace his nostrils. it was comforting, and all too familiar to him. the scent itself sent a sharp jab to his chest, he was too familiar with it.

his suspicions didn't ease as he scooped a spoonful of the stew, he had reached a new level of excitement. you analyzed him carefully, hoping for a promising reaction. it was exactly what you were going to get. “holy shit,” he uttered out, his mouth full. his instincts hadn't failed him, the scent was familiar and the taste only confirmed what he had been thinking. “is this your recipe?” for a second, you hesitated, but shook your head. “no,” you assured softly. “it was my mother's, why? is it any good?”

the answer itself was all too obvious as he continued to fill his mouth with the product, swallowing within seconds just to help himself some more. it was as if he hadn't eaten in years. “it's amazing,” he praised, and your face lit up. you couldn't help but smile as he neared the end of the bowl. “it tastes exactly the one my step-dad used to make.” you were skeptical, as there was no way that was possible, but took the compliment.

“generational recipe,” you explained, a twinge of grief to your voice. “it was all we ate when winter came along.” the memories weren't as pleasant as the taste itself; you found yourself recalling the days there truly wasn't anything else to eat, but you never complained. you never got tired of the taste.

yoongi seemed to notice the way your tone shifted, even while draining what was left of the meal. “i get it,” was what he found himself saying. at first, you thought it was just empty comforting. “the cold took a toll on us, too. fucking hate the winter.” out of all people, you never imagined opening up to min yoongi, let alone him opening up to you. let alone him understanding you. for a second, there was nothing but silence, and the way you found yourself staring at him. you had been looking at him with the same eyes since you've met him, but this time was different. this time, you looked at each other in a way you never have before.

in a split second, the moment had passed. your phone had started to ring again, and you found yourself cursing whoever it was. taehyung, probably. you swore you'd kill him if it was him pestering you again, but it wasn't. your screen flashed, reading “no caller id” in white, bold letters. yoongi shot you a concerning glance going unnoticed as you excused yourself, leaving the room.

once you were a room away from yoongi, you answered the call with a simple, “hello?” you didn't know exactly what you were expecting to hear, nor who. maybe someone had the wrong number, or it was a spam caller. you had your list of possibilities and expectations, all but one. “(y/n)? is it you?” the voice on the other line was deep, scratchy, rough. above all else, it was familiar. the second you heard it, your blood ran cold and your heart grew weak. it had never crossed your mind, so you refused to believe it was happening. “yes,” you responded weakly, weary of your roommate in the other room. “who is this?”

in the back of your mind, you knew exactly who it was. you could see his face, and you could hear his voice. you had done your best, for years on end, to block it from your memory, but to no avail. “(y/n), you know exactly who this is,” he said, voice all but steady. your fingers quivered, breathing heavy as you did your best to keep it together. “please, sweetheart. i'm back at the house, where's your mother? where are you? come over, we have to talk.” and for a split second, the room was silent. you couldn't muster up the words you so badly needed to say, not while you blood was hot, not while your head was heavy. the shock had finally turned to anger, and you couldn't deal with it.

“you asshole,” you finally breathed out, your eyes stinging with tears that threatened to spill. “you have some fucking nerve, you asshole.” it was all that was going through your head—asshole, asshole, asshole. how could he possibly have the courage, after so long?

from the other line, your father heaved a sigh, as if symapthetic. almost as if he was ashamed. “honey, i know i'm the last person you wanna hear from right now—” you had reached your limit, patience growing thin. you knew being rational wasn't an option, not with your knees threatening to give out from under you. “she's dead, you son of a bitch,” your voice was barely above a whisper. finally, he went quiet. it was your turn to talk. “she's dead and it's all your fault, dead. she's dead, you left her, and she's dead.”

so badly did you want to keep it together, but it was no use. your whispering had gone an octave up, hands furiously quivering as the tears came running down your face. your lips were swollen, hair plastered to your forehead with sweat as you failed against the sobs that were escaping from your throat. “i'm sorry,” were the words that finished you off. with a sob, you finally hung up. you should've done it the second you heard his voice, but it was too late. his words echoed in your head, even as you tossed your phone onto the floor, ignoring the sound of fatal cracks. you couldn't keep it together, you couldn't hold it in.

he had watched the whole scene unfold, much to your dismay. you realized it the second you held your head up. tears spilled from your eyes, and you were finally falling apart. yoongi stood there, just feet away. he stared, his eyes wide with shock as he watched you. something had awoken in him as he watched the way you held your face in your hands, sobs rocking your body. he watched you, but not for long. not wall you were so close to collapsing.

your legs were about to give out, but they never did. you were falling, but never did you hit the ground. he was right there, right beside you, arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you in so that you wouldn't fall. never in your life had you felt more grateful, more safe. you held onto the fabric of his shirt, and he didn't dare let go of you. you were fragile. in that moment, you were on the verge of breaking, and he wasn't going to let it happen. so, he pulled you close. his arms were wrapped around your frame, hand on the back of your head as he pushed your face into the crook of his neck.

he could feel the way you shook under his touch, and it broke his heart. his heart hurt for you. gentle strokes were delivered to your hair as he hushed you, and all you could do was cry. he didn't stop, not until your sobs died down. “was that your dad?” was what he finally asked, careful with his words as to not worsen the situation. all you could do was nod, and it was enough for him to keep quiet. all he could do was hold you, and that was exactly what he did. it was the comfort you had been longing for.

when you had finally calmed down, when the embrace had broken, you didn't know what to think. you cursed yourself for succumbing to your emotions as quickly as you did, you cursed yourself for breaking down. it made you wonder, what was it that made you feel so safe with him? what was it that made your heart flutter, that put your mind at ease? you were no fool, all you needed to do was remember what was engraved in your mind—cold as ice, hard as stone. never choose men over being alone. it was what had kept you afloat for so long, but it wasn't what was in your heart. it wasn't what made you feel safe, not the way you did with him.

he found himself cursing the way he found himself acting with you. it was unlike him, it was out of character for him. why, all of a sudden? why was he coming to your rescue, eating your meals? why was the urge to protect you stronger than the urge to protect his pride? it was all he thought about, why was it different with you? he didn't like different, different meant unfamiliar. he didn't like how vulnerable he was with you, how safe he felt with you. he never played safe, why start? why risk it all? he needed a distraction, and he was determined to find it.

thankfully, he knew just where to look. that night, you had gone to sleep earlier than usual, with only one thing on your mind. what had happened that day replayed in your head, but only the part you wanted to think about. him. you fell asleep thinking about him, dreading how quiet it was without his presence. he wasn't far, just two dorms over.

“hey,” he greeted almost the second the door opened, as if he was in a rush. he allowed himself to come in, despite the several yelps of disapproval. “got too much on my mind, needed to see you.” he didn't need to do anything, all he wanted was to be distracted. so, he did it the only way he knew how.

the girl scoffed, but closed the door behind him. “you should've called. what? you missed me?” the question sent a chill down his spine. no, no, no. it's what he so badly wanted to say. he didn't miss her, he didn't want her. he didn't need her the way he needed you, but he didn't want to need you. he didn't want to need anybody. to him, everybody was unreliable. everybody was waiting to ruin him. he knew he was making a mistake, but he was ready. above all else, he was ready.

“take your clothes off,” he uttered out. “and you'll see how much i missed you.”

the following morning, you had gotten up earlier than you wanted to. the basket of dirty clothes had filled up again, and someone had to take care of it. when you opened your eyes, yoongi was nowhere to be found. it made you get up faster than usual, panic coursing through your veins as you searched for him. he wasn't there. while you were in your feet, headed towards the basket, he still wasn't there. you tried to calm yourself down, assuring yourself he'd walk through the door soon enough. this time, you were right.

as you picked the basket up, you heard the doorknob jiggle. he had finally come home, just before seven in the morning. he seemed tired, as if he had got done running a marathon. the tiresome expression switched to a look of shock the second he saw you. for a moment, all you did was look at each other. “where've you been?” you finally broke the silence. the question should have been expected, but he didn't know how to answer. how could he, after everything? he gulped, thinking of what to say. so, he did what he did best. he lied.

“drinking with dongwon,” the lie came out smoother than intended, smooth enough for your worries to falter. you only nodded in response. he felt awful for lying, why do it in the first place? you had seen him in much more promiscuous situations with a variety of women, what was the issue now? he knew he couldn't, not after yesterday—after everything. his eyes shifted to the basket in your hands. “taking the clothes down to the washer?” again, all you could do was nod. you had nothing to say, you were just glad he was alright. “would you take this, too?” you watched him gesture to the shirt he had on, and complied.

all you could do was stand there as he peeled his collared shirt off, it was best not to look, but oh so difficult. desperate to ditch the embarrassment, you placed the shirt into the basket, and brushed past him.

the minute you left the room, once again did he curse himself. once time, for what he did. “fuck,” was all he could say.

the washing machine belonged to the campus, and students were free to use it as much as they needed to. people had grown more aware of how challenging it was for students to make it on their own while studying, so they did their best to help. you wanted to make a quick trip, shoving the clothes into the machine as fast as you could, but something caught your eye. all of the clothes in the bin had been worn over and over again, all but yoongi's shirt. he had a different outfit on the previous day, but came back wearing a new shirt. you had presumed it was stained with alcohol, but decided to check, just in case.

maybe things had gotten out of hand while he was drinking, but you didn't remember seeing any stains. the shirt itself was clean, from what you could tell. white stained easily. it wasn't until your hands pulled the collar upwards, did you see what the problem really was. at first, you ignored the pungent smell. the shirt reeked of cheap, fruity perfume that lit your nostrils up, and it made your stomach churn. maybe dongwon had a few girls over to drink with them, it was what you hoped for. why did it matter? it had nothing to do with you. it would've been the best case, but it wasn't. you realized it wasn't the moment you lifted the collar.

the rim of the collar was stained with lipstick. bright pink lipstick. the sight of it made your heart fall, you practically felt it in your stomach. “asshole,” you breathed out, fingers clutching the fabric. you didn't know why it made you so upset, you didn't know why the sight of it made you so angry. why was he lying about it? it wasn't the first time, and you believed it wouldn't be the last. it was all you could think about, and it hurt more than you wanted it to.

you had spent the following weeks ignoring yoongi as best as you could. unfortunately, living with him didn't make it easier for you. you did your best, unable to shake the feeling of betrayal. weeks passed, and you still didn't know why it hurt you as much as it did. you couldn't bare talking to him, afraid of lashing out. losing your temper, everything you had strived for so long.

he had noticed a shift in the atmosphere from that point on, brushing it off at first. maybe you were just having a bad day, is what he had been telling himself the first few days. those days quickly turned into weeks, and nothing was the same. his comments were ignored, even his provocations and jokes. his questions were answered abruptly and coldly. he dismissed the idea of you figuring out what he had done, as he believed there was no way for you to find out, but nothing explained the way you were acting. not even the smoking and closed windows bothered you anymore.

you spent as much time with taehyung as you possibly could. if you had classes, you'd attend them alone and in silence. all your free time was spent with taehyung, not that he minded. he was the only person you told what happened, from start to finish. you told him everything, even the bits he already knew, like what happened at the party.

“you like him, don't you?” he asked the question you had been so scared of facing, let alone answering. you tried to play it off as a joke, laughing it off, but never answering. he watched you carefully, a frown on his face. he didn't need an answer, he knew it just as well as you did. you liked him. he didn't know where to go from there, all he could do was watch you, and every move of yours gave him his answer. you couldn't keep the eye contact, your fingers toyed with your hair as you stayed quiet. he knew you liked him.

that night, he thought about it. he thought about it so much, he found himself standing outside with yoongi, in the cold air. he thought about it so much, he found himself with one of yoongi's cigarettes between his lips. there was something off about him, yoongi saw it. taehyung, who was once one of his closest friends, had grown cold, hostile. taehyung didn't pay mind to how his behavior had grown strange, he only had one thing on his mind.

“she knows,” were the words that broke the silence. yoongi froze, cigarette burning between his lips. he stayed silent, couldn't say a thing. “she knows you fucked that girl.” yoongi scoffed, but he couldn't ignore how fast his heart was pounding. the increasing anxiety wasn't detectable, he did his best to ignore it. “don't know what you're talking about.”

now, it was taehyung's turn to scoff. he didn't make eye contact with his friend, taking a drag of his cigarette as he stared into the night sky. “you're a pussy,” his words finally got the attention he was looking for. “she's this great girl, y'know? she's this beautiful, smart girl and she likes you. and i wish i knew why. but, hey, what do you know? you like her, you like this great girl, but you're too big of a pussy to do anything about it.”

“you don't know shit,” yoongi practically spat at him, too defensive for his own good. he faced his friend, but taehyung remained stoic. in his heart, yoongi knew every bit of it was true. he only returned the stance as he neared the end of his cigarette, throwing it onto the ground beneath him and stepping over it. “you're right, i don't know shit,” taehyung spat back. “you like each other, but don't do shit about it. fuck around with her some more, 'till she realizes she can do better than you.” those were the last words taehyung said to him, before walking away. it took everything in him to not punch yoongi in the face, because he so desperately needed to. he wanted him to realize what was in front of him, he wanted him to realize how lucky he was.

once again, yoongi was left alone. in his heart, he knew every word of it was true, but he couldn't bring himself to come to terms with it. it was something he needed to do, but he didn't want to. he wanted to live in his bubble, with his heart closed off to anyone but him. he needed to be selfish, because it was all he knew, but as the night grew colder and harsher, he knew it wasn't what he wanted to do.

you found yourself in your bed once more, but you couldn't fall asleep. your mind wouldn't shut off, and it pissed you off. you and yoongi had gone another day without speaking, and the silence killed you. he wasn't there, and all you could think about was where he was. you let out a dry laugh, thinking history would be funny enough to repeat itself—maybe he really was out there, wetting his dick again.

that possibility lost some of its credibility when the doorknob began to budge again. like clockwork, you found yourself watching him come in. this time, he was home early, it wasn't even midnight. for a second, you locked eyes. it was quiet, you didn't dare say a word, but you couldn't not look at him. he looked at you, admiring how pretty you were, even at your worst. even with your hair messy, lips swollen, eyes beaming with exhaustion—there was no way you couldn't look good. something in that moment had clicked, and the silence was broken.

“i fucked her,” definitely wasn't the best choice of words, but he needed something to clear the air with. still, you remained quiet, only raising your eyebrows in response. you knew, he knew you knew. “i fucked her and it was a shitty thing to do. i knew it then, and i know it now.”

you stayed quiet, the empathy currently drained from your heart. how could you feel for him? “i fucked her because i needed a way to distract myself,” he paused. “from you. i'm feeling shit i've never felt, and i'm scared of feeling it. when i'm scared, i run. it's all i've ever been doing.”

he stood there, voice steady despite how honest he was trying to be. for a second, you almost understood him. you knew what it was like, running from the same feeling your entire life. it was exactly what you were taught, but never could you have done to anybody what he had done to you. “i really hope she was worth it,” you whispered, just about loud enough for him to hear. she wasn't, he knew she wasn't. she had cost him everything, and he knew there was no coming back from it.

not much had changed as the weeks flew by. nothing but the weather. the colder the weather had gotten, the more hostile you found yourself acting. not just with yoongi, but in general. even with taehyung, you found yourself snapping just to apologize seconds later. he understood, he was patient with you. once it had started to snow, you spent more time inside than outside. seeing the fluffy, white flakes coat the ground was enough for you to get a frostbite. you spent the inside of the campus has truly become a sanctuary, until you and yoongi had started to cross paths once more.

it was only because he had been staying inside just as much. the minute he had woken up to the sight of white, it was official. he didn't even bother looking at the windows, let alone taking a step outside. he only smoked indoors, kept his friends close indoors.

your anger had finally faltered as the time passed, but you and yoongi never really spoke. you had both hoped that whatever it was you were feeling would finally fade, that it was a temporary occurence. you both prayed that one day you'd wake up, and feel nothing for the other. that day never came.

though you had finally made peace with the situation and gained your composure, the weather had lost its. everything up until then had been child's play, with the outside world freezing, but the inside providing comfort. nobody had really expected the drastic change, so nobody was prepared. when the night in question rolled around, it was brutal.

a snowstorm was in the process of unfolding. those who were able to deal with it, dealed by hiding under the covers. the wind rocked the windows, it was brutal. no matter the force, nobody was able to shut them. all the wind did was fight back. the wind howled as flakes of white scattered the dorms, the cold air practically violent. it was the reason you had found yourself on the couch, away from the windows. you were doing your best to ignore it, to block the familiar sounds from your mind. the noises were messing with your head, and the brutal cold brought memories you had no interest in re-living.

your breathing escalated, and all you could do was fight back the tears, reassuring yourself under your breath. you shut yours eyes tight, hoping everything would go quiet. just for a second. it never did. at one point, the howling had started to die down, but the air only grew colder. a new sound had graced your ears, but it wasn't the wind. it wasn't the wind howling. from the corner of your eye, you could spot the source.

yoongi had problems of his own, having taken the spot right next to the window. the covers on the bed offered no comfort, not while everything was unfolding right next to him. the cold was bitter, so unfamiliarly cruel as he rocked himself under the sheets. it was the most unstable he had ever felt, as he bit back his cries, wary of you just feet away from him. he muffled his sobs, but it wasn't enough to stop the tears from flowing down his cheeks. he hated it, it was killing him.

you listened carefully, unsure of what you were listening to. ever the curious one, you pushed yourself onto your feet, with the blanket engulfing you. he was facing the opposite side, and you were absolutely sure the sounds were coming from him, the closer you grew to him. as you got closer, you could make out the sounds better. you were right, it wasn't the wind howling. you could recognize the crying all too well.

“yoongi,” it was the first time you had spoken to him in a long time. your voice rang like a melody, offering him the slightest comfort amidst everything else. slowly, he found himself turning towards you. as he did, you saw everything much clearer, and your heart skipped a beat. his eyes were swollen, lips puffy, his cheeks slick with tears. “yoongi, are you okay?”

he shook his head, and you couldn't hide the panic in your voice. despite everything, you knew you cared. you cared, he cared. hearing you was almost enough to block everything else out. it was enough for him to ignore how vulnerable he truly was in that moment, and he knew he had reached peak vulnerability. “i fucking hate winter,” he croaked out. all you could do was nod, you nodded and it pained you because you hated it, too. you hated how it took everything from you. “took my dad from me, it was too cold.” you could barely make out what he was saying, but you couldn't believe what you were able to hear. it made your heart sink, and you knew what followed was inevitable.

“it's okay, i promise,” your heart was racing as you sat on the bed, right next to him. cold, he was so cold. despite the blankets, he was freezing. “took my mom from me, yoongi. i get it, i promise i get it.” tears in your eyes threatened to match his own as his expression flashed with shock. it wasn't something you expected to hear from anyone, let alone him. “so fucking cold,” he finally whispered, and you realized just how bad he had it. you realized just how alike you were, so you finally did something so unlike the either of you.

you were careful with your actions, even if they weren't thought through. with a sniffle, you pulled the covers up. not enough to expose him to the cold more than he already had been, but enough to make room. you made enough room and, to his astonishment, you crawled in. you moved into the spot next to him, and neither of you moved. it was unlike any warmth either of you had felt before, none of the covers in the world had anything on the warmth felt in that moment.

you stared at each other with sore, puffy eyes. he watched you with soft eyes, sniffles dying down the minute you were next to him. you were perfect. more perfect than you've ever been. he was hesitant, but he found himself pulling you in. you were just as hesitant, but you found yourself scooting closer to him. nothing mattered anymore. the air surrounding you was still cold, it still hurt, but it was like his body had grown a new mind of its own. his fingers traced the side of your face, pushing strands of your hair away from your eyes. he needed to see you, all of you, and he did. you had never been closer, and you couldn't get enough of it. he was like a furnace to you, even though you were the one warming him. from the inside out.

“i love you,” he finally whispered, and neither of you looked away. he knew he couldn't take back what he said, the same way he knew how much he meant it. the words were foreign, they were words you hadn't heard in a long time. finally, you smiled. “i love you, too.” the shock that spread through his body couldn't be mimicked. for the first time in a long while, he smiled. he smiled back, and it was a genuine smile. one that wasn't provoked by teasing and joking, nothing of the sort. he hadn't been loved in a long time.

the wind stayed consistent, but nothing mattered anymore. it was as if a barrier had formed around the two of you, one that unapologetically emitted the warmest, kindest comfort imaginable. yoongi found himself moving closer to you, if possible, and you knew what was coming. you knew, and you were prepared. you loved him, you hated the cold, and you could never be what you despised the most, so you let him.

with his hand ever so gently in your hair, you allowed yourself to come closer, until the distance finally faltered. his lips pressed against yours, something he had found himself dreaming about for too long. your lips melted, colliding so gently, he swore they were made for each other. he had kissed a countless amount of women, but never like that. every ounce of regret left your body, and all you could do was kiss back. it was what you wanted more than anything. you wanted him.

he stroked your arm gently, his thumb tracing circles on your skin, sending shivers of a different kind down your spine. you looked up at him, feeling your heart race a little faster as you thought about what you wanted to say. he was so warm, so solid and comforting, and you felt a sudden rush of love for him that was almost overwhelming. you took a deep breath and whispered, “i've never done this before.” his eyes searched yours, understanding and patience in their depths. he leaned forward and kissed your forehead, his breath warm against your skin. “that's okay,” he said, his voice a gentle rumble. “we'll take it slow.”

the room was filled with a tension that was both nerve-wracking and exciting as you both realized the gravity of the moment. you felt a blush spread across your cheeks, but yoongi just held you tighter, his eyes filled with nothing but affection and reassurance.

he leaned in closer, his breath warm against your ear as he said, “but are you sure?” his question hung in the air, the only sound the soft rustle of the covers and the muffled sounds of the winter night outside. you nodded, feeling your pulse quicken. “i'm sure,” you whispered back, your voice barely audible.

yoongi pulled back, looking into your eyes, searching for any hint of doubt. finding none, he leaned in and kissed you softly, his hand moving from your arm to cup your cheek. the kiss grew deeper, more urgent, as you both became lost in the moment. the bed dipped slightly as he shifted his weight, moving to adjust himself beside you, his hand still cradling your face. his eyes searched yours, asking for permission, and you gave it with a shy nod.

he started to kiss your neck, his lips feather-light as they moved down to your collarbone. you felt his hand slowly make its way down your body, and your breath hitched in anticipation. the cold outside was forgotten as the heat between you grew, a warmth that seemed to drive away every other concern. his touch was gentle, exploratory, as if he was learning every inch of you. you felt your body respond, your heart racing and your skin tingling where he touched. his fingers traced the line of your jaw, then moved to the hem of your shirt, his thumbs hooking under the fabric.

you lifted your arms, allowing him to pull the shirt over your head, the cool air of the room making you shiver again. but as soon as the shirt was off, his warmth was back, his chest pressed against yours, his hands running up and down your back in soothing strokes, only to make another appearance, fondling your tits in a way so gentle, even he couldn't believe it. he listened to your soft moans, and it took everything in him to resist pounding you right then and there. the snow continued to fall outside, casting a serene, silent backdrop to the intimate scene unfolding in the warmth of the bedroom. the only sounds were the soft rustle of the covers and the steady beat of two hearts, in sync with each other.

his eyes never left yours as he reached for the button of your pants, his gaze filled with a mix of love and lust. you felt a thrill of excitement and nerves as he undid the button, then the zipper, his hands moving with purpose and care. he slid your pants down, revealing your bare legs to the cool air. you felt his warm breath against your skin as he kissed his way down your stomach, making you gasp.

the anticipation was almost unbearable, your body trembling with a mix of cold and desire. yoongi took his time, his kisses like a warm embrace against the winter's chill. he reached your navel, and your hips instinctively arched towards him. his eyes never left yours, as if asking for confirmation at every step.

he gently pushed your legs apart, his eyes filled with a tenderness that made you feel cherished. his hand trailed down your inner thigh, and your skin burned with every touch. when his fingers finally reached the place where no one else had been before, you tensed, but his soft, reassuring whispers kept you relaxed. with a feather-light touch, he began to explore, his movements slow and deliberate. each caress against your soaking pussy sent waves of pleasure through you, and your eyes fluttered shut as you moaned softly. the cold air was forgotten, replaced by the warmth of his body and the gentle pressure of his hand.

“fuck, princess, so wet for me,” he murmured, his dick painfully hard, practically begging for you.

as he touched you, he watched your reactions closely, learning what made you gasp, what made you shiver with pleasure. his eyes searched yours, looking for any sign of discomfort or hesitation. but all he saw was a deep, unspoken trust that made his heart swell with love. you felt your body responding to his touch, and you reached for him, your hands shaking slightly as you pulled his shirt over his head. his skin was hot against your palms, and you traced the lines of his muscles, feeling the steady thump of his heart beneath your fingertips.

the snowfall outside grew heavier, the world outside muffled and distant. the only thing that mattered was the warmth of his body against yours, the feel of his skin under your hands, and the love that was growing stronger with every shared moment.

as he pulled his boxers down, you realized just how unprepared you really were. he could stretch you out as much as he wanted, it still couldn't prepare you for what caught your eye. he was big, and he knew it. he was big and throbbing against the flesh of his abdomen, and a you could do was stare. “it's not gonna fit,” you whispered. despite his laugh, your words only made him harder. the thought of you, so small and fragile under him, breaking because of his cock—it made him desperate for you. yoongi leaned in, his breath warm against your ear as he whispered, “you'll take it, yeah?” you nodded, your eyes wide and filled with a mix of excitement and nerves. he kissed you again, deep and slow, as if trying to imprint every sensation on your soul. you felt him shift, the bed protesting slightly under his weight as he positioned himself above you. he reached for the condom on the nightstand, his movements sure and practiced. but his eyes never left yours, filled with a tenderness that was almost painful in its intensity.

you felt his hard, pulsing cock against your entrance and it was enough to make you gasp. he let out a sigh, the sight of you so vulnerable for him enough to make him cum on the spot. as he entered you, the world outside disappeared, replaced by the feeling of him filling your pussy up, the sound of your mingled breaths the only music in the room. it was a moment of pain, quickly overshadowed by a deeper, more profound sensation of belonging. you held onto him tightly, your nails digging into his back as he began to move, his rhythm gentle and steady. each stroke was a promise of forever, a declaration of love in the most primal and intimate way possible.

“so fucking tight, holy shit,” he groaned, eyes flashing between the way your pussy sucked him up, so pretty and greedy, and the way your face scrunched up in pleasure, pure pleasure. you and yoongi moved together, each stroke bringing you closer to the precipice of pleasure. your breaths grew ragged, your hearts pounding in unison as you climbed higher and higher. and when you finally fell over the edge, you came all over him. “just like that, all over my dick.”

you were overwhelmed, the foreign feeling gracing you with an irreplaceable euphoria you've so badly been craving. he leaned forward, capturing your lips in yet another messy kiss, his hands erratic. they moved as fast as they could, savoring the way your tits felt in them, the way your fleshy thighs spilled out of them. as he pounded into you, a you could do was moan into his mouth. “so good, fuck, yoongi,” the sound of his name leaving your mouth in such a dirty position was enough to send him over the edge.

he was desperate, his hips slamming into your pelvis as his dick brushed your sweet spot. your walls squeezed him, practically milking him for all he had to offer. his groans grew louder as he neared his high, his thrusts sending your eyes into the back of your head as he savored you. you were all his. “gonna cum, fuck,” he moaned, and he was right. he came with a groan, lost in the way you moaned for him, foreheads pressed against each other. he came into the condom, his dick throbbing into your cunt as he did so. it was good, so good.

when he finally pulled out, you did nothing but stare into each other's eyes. you knew that you had just shared something incredibly special, something that would change everything. but as you looked into his eyes, you also knew that no matter what was to come, you would face it together, wrapped in the warmth of your love, and it was stronger than any storm.

“i love you,” this time, it was your turn to say it. for a second, the fear of him leaving, discarding you like you meant nothing to him, like you were just another girl, became present. you weren't just another girl, you never were. “i love you, too.” it was enough, more than enough. how could you ever be just another girl? he alone wasn't strong enough against the cold, not without you.

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a/n: i hope this does well because this cliché took so long to write lol!! if it does, i'll do a follow-up, as there's a lot of unfinished business haha. only if it's what the readers want. thank you for reading!!!

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Hi can u plz do jungkook briede persona chart (Astrology) Thanku.....😇

-> Hello thank you for your request :) Here is Jungkook's Briede Persona Chart Study!

Jungkook's Briede Persona Chart

What is the Briede Persona Chart?

-> The Briede Persona Chart is a chart focused on the spouse you will most likely marry. It is based on an asteroid, here called Briede (19029). If you are interested in women, looking at your Briede Persona Chart is good. If you are interested in a man, look for your Groom Persona Chart (5129). The Briede/ Groom Persona Chart is supposed to make you see your future spouse's personality, who they are. The Briede/ Groom Persona chart is still pretty recent as a way to see who is your future spouse, so it's not 100% accurate but can still help. This post is just a study of JK's Briede Persona Chart, so some elements will be accurate but not complete, as it's not the only tool in astrology to see who you'll marry. Note that it's not the accurate natal chart of jk's future spouse, this just tell us about her personality. -> Side Note: You can still check your Briede/ Groom persona chart for you, to know what kind of Bride/ Groom you'll be :)

Planets & Asteroids Placements

Sun in Cancer 10H, 9°

-> The Sun in the BPC represents her personality & attitude. Here, the sun is in Cancer, making her a soft person. She could appear as quite young, or people could also consider her as "the mommy" of the group. She could be quite close to her mother. Also could be a nostalgic person. Cancer here makes her appear as a very sweet and soft person. She could be also emotional, the cancer is a water sign, so she could be sensible to many things. She could be close to her feminine side, and is loyal to the people she loves. When I say she could be emotional or sensitive, I mean she can cry easily (as for joy or sadness), but she could also be easily moody, her moods could change a lot. Tips for JK: give her food. Trust me. She could be attached to the idea of family & traditions, I'm not sure she is the kind to be into routines stuff, but def when it's about family. Food could be quite important to her, like she could consider food comforting. Def not a picky eater.

-> The fact that the Sun is in the 10H makes her having a successful career. She is made to have some success in this part of her life at some point. It could be in the spotlight or just working hard to achieve her biggest goals. Side note but pretty sure she looks young. Why? The Sun is in Cancer IN the 10H, and the MC is in Gemini, also an indicator of looking young. She could look young or will be constantly treated as "the baby" or "the one we have to protect" at work. Her colleagues could treat her like a baby, or feel like they have to protect her. So this person will literally never have big problems in her career, always got someone to watch her back lmao. She could be very focused on her work or will be at some point, it's literally her destiny. This aspect makes her also pretty successful in whatever she wants to do in her life: work, friends, marrying, personal goals, etc. I'm not sure she is very focused on work tho, I'll explain later... But I think many people admire her or are jealous of her. She gives the image to be a successful person, everything she wants to do always work in her favor. So many people could take her as an example in life.

-> The 9° is in Sagittarius means abundance, expansion, wisdom, college, travelling, to explore, etc. She could have gone to college at some point, or will be! But I think with this placement, that makes her have a lot of wisdom, she could listen a lot to her older relatives' stories, or just get a lot of knowledges from them (since the sun is in cancer). She could also enjoys traveling a lot. I think she is a very open-minded person, the kind of person that is so sweet, they don't wanna judge people, they just wanna get to know them. Also, her family could have taken her to travel since she was young. She could have spent a lot of times traveling, or could have already traveled a lot for her age. Traveled with family, or traveled for her goals. She could also be into spirituality, sagittarius also represents that...

Briede (19029) in Virgo 12H, 5°

-> Briede asteroid is like the sun here, it also part of the representation of her personality. With the Virgo, it can be that she is pretty shy or introvert person. I think she does not have a lot of real friend, she could know a lot of people but real friends are not as big. She just has a close circle that she keeps dearly. She must be kind of a perfectionist on some points, like to enjoy study or researches, not lazy type, she could have a thing for cleaning for exemple, or could read a lot, etc. She could also have a thing for details. She could also be very chill person, who doesn't get angry easily. She def appear as innocent when you see her. People might think she is young and has no life experience, while in real life, she does. She is def very smart, has a lot of knowledges. This is something people can be amazed with when they meet her. She is also someone who is hardworking, she focus hard whenever she works. Working with her mind is important to he (some people are more manual).

-> Because it's in the 12H, I feel like she is highly connected, that she is aware of it or not. What I mean by that, is that she might be very connected to her guides, the divine, angels, etc. Anything in this field might have been around her all her life, that she recognizes it or not. She is protected. So with this ability to be connected to her spiritual side would also come some powers. I think she just is the light of the room when she enters. You notice her. She also is very creative an imaginative. She might daydream a lot, and maybe manifestation could happen often. She may have a difficult relationship with her father, or just feel like she is neglected by him. Not close relationship with him. I think she is quite secretive on the stuff she wants to keep private. She is not the same type as Jungkook like who doesn't wanna share private stuff, it's clearly her deepest secrets. She won't tell a soul. This placement also indicates that she has hidden talents, it could hidden to people, to the world, or even to herself. She could have talents in some field but do not say it until later. Another thing, she could want to live abroad. With the Sun in 9° and this placement, she might be interested in living in a different country than hers. She could feel more popular in foreign lands too. She could think her birth country sucks or that she doesn't see herself living in her birth country. So at some point, she'll live, or maybe already has, abroad. Def a foreigner too lmao. Before, I thought she would be Korean, but there are too many placements that indicate she is a foreigner. She also might have had a very lonely childhood, often playing by herself so created a world for her, or often created little stories. Something too with this placement is that she could fear to face her fears, she might do it very slowly. Anxiety issues. But she is very into helping others. Very humble, kind and generous.

-> The 5° is in Leo, representing attention, fame, life, light, children, creativity, self-expression, entertainment, strength, etc... This degree here could enlighten even more her creative side. She could really have a job now or later as an artist or works with artists because this is just a huge part of her personality and life. She might be well known with the people around her, not necessarily celebrity style, but she just has a good reputation. Fun girl. Someone you have a good time with. Also your sunny girl! Children might love her and she might love children. She could also secretly still hold very close to her her inner child.

Moon in Libra 1H, 1°

-> Moon in the BPC represents the emotional needs for her to feel comfortable. The moon is in Libra, meaning she needs to feel balance in her emotions. This could mean feeling accepted, feeling balanced. She needs to feel like she matters to people, and that they treat her equally as she treats them. For example, she could have imbalance or injustice, if she notices that she gives too much to people but they won't give anything in return, she won't like it and even consider herself not in a good position. It's important for her. She also won't enjoy people who only talk about themselves, selfish and immature people. People who are emotionally unavailable too. She needs people that will care for her, that will help her, she might also wants to feel valid or validated. She needs people that will listen and gives her advices, but that will mostly help her stay positive. She is very nice, caring, and always trying to see the good in people, she needs people like that too. Also she hates conflicts!

-> The Moon is in the 1H, represented by the self, the appearances, the attitude, the first impression, the body, the identity and approach of life. She needs to think of herself. She could be very aware of her emotional needs, and knows that if it doesn't meet her expectations, she could become depressed very easily. Depression could be around the corner anytime she feels hopeless. She might needs balance between her and the world. What I mean by that, is that in order for her to feel happy, she needs to think of her loved ones, help them, be there for them, give them advices and talk about their problems. But! She needs to do that with herself too. She needs to find people that will be there and give them as much. In this placement, she needs to have time for her, and think of her without thinking she is selfish. Some manipulators could have said to her she is selfish for thinking of her too, def not true. She could be very sensitive too.

-> The Moon is in the 1° (Aries), means taking action, fighting spirit, struggles, war, abuse, labor, diligence, leadership, beginning, etc. This is the kind of person that needs to do stuff in order to feel good. If she does nothing, she can tend to feel sad, depressed, lonely. Working, having projects, dreams, or plans drives her. She could also hate routine a lot. There could also be an energy to hate injustice towards abuse, or bullying.

Mercury in Leo 11H, 0°

-> Mercury there represents how she talks, her voice, communication style, what she enjoys talking/ thinking about the most. Here, in Leo, she could often talks or think about have fun, generally speaking. Like partying, having a good night with friends, concerts, any kind of creative activities, she could be very creative person. She could talk a lot of many different kinds of art. She could also enjoys flirting, like the idea of flirting with people might also be part of daydreaming? Just saying though. The way speaks is confident, she may be loud when having fun. She sounds dramatic sometimes when telling stories or jokes, she adds a lot of effects, some people could say to her she is good at acting. Maybe she did theater, or still does! Conversations with people she gets along might often go towards music, movie making/ movies, paintings, arts, writing, and others, could often talk about techniques, theories, etc. She might enjoy flirting innocently with people she gets along well, that they notice or not, also likes people she can tease! If she teases you, she enjoys your company!

-> The Mercury is in the 11H which represents groups, friends, social, social medias, technology, hope, wishes for the future. In this house, it makes her be very close to her friends, or she could think her friends or her social life is pretty important to her. She could communicate mostly with friends, or friends could be the people she talk the most to. Pretty sure she is very active on social media, wouldn't be shocked at this point if she has some kind of fan account lol. She could use social medias very seriously, meaning following a certain aesthetic, or posts a lot and regularly. Also could use it to keep in touch with her hobbies. She could be very aware of what's happening online. She could use technology as a way to have fun, to relax or with her hobbies (ex: plays often video games, watch movies and tv shows, listen to music, writing on laptop, drawing on an iPad, etc.) She could have some internet friends! And talks often to her friends on social medias or with her phone. Also, she might loves to have fun with her friends. What I mean by that, is that she might think she can have the most fun with them, like not with her family, lover, etc. There is a thing to want to have smart conversation here, wanting to talk about many subjects but that will stimulate her mentally. Overall, her dreams and hopes for the future are very important. She might daydream a lot about that, and I told you before she needs to keep her mind positive, if she doesn't have hopes or wishes (I told before projects/ plans), she might be depressed.

-> Not much to see with the 0°. Usually it means there is nothing to add more, or it just means that the signs in the house is very very important.

Venus in Gemini 9H, 7°

-> Venus in gemini! Ahhh... let's go. So, Venus in the BPC represents her loving style. It also represents how she wants to be loved, and what kind of attention she likes. Well, with no surprises, this placement screams compliments. It can be compliments, or just being vocals about your feelings. She could easily say to others how she feels, she may feel the need to. Often says to people she loves "I love you". It can also be that she is very interested in the hobbies of the person she loves, and she expects the same. Her perfect type: smart, funny, talkative. She NEEDS mental stimulation. Someone who has conversations, knowledges, who is smart, enjoys talking about many different subjects, open-minded. Being funny, witty mostly. Someone curious. If the person has no conversation, close-minded, not funny, it won't work out lmao. She needs lightness, open communication, change. Routine also won't work for her. She wants to be surprised still. To be honest, if the relationship is starting to be the same everyday, she'll get bored. It's not that she needs drama, it's mostly that she wants to get to know you little by little, still be surprised by her lover's actions. She is very spontaneous so I guess she would expect the same. She is def the fun girlfriend. Like the kind with you'll always have fun. I'm sure she is way more extroverted than JK, and I feel like he would have so much fun with her. She always have random informations about everything about the most random stuff lol.

-> The Venus is in the 9H (sagittarius), so travel, wisdom, higher education, spirituality, philosophy, learning, cross cultural, religions, ethics. She is very spontaneous, let me tell you. She is not the type to want to plan dates. She could love if her lover surprises her at the end of the day like, he picks her up at work or something, with flowers and tell her he planned a date, and take her to the place she would least expect for a date. But the memories! She wants to feel like she is gaining knowledges through her relationships. She could also have no problems dating foreigners, and she def did. There is an interest in the foreign lands. This placement also makes me feel like she could be a foreigner. Because this is huge like I have no interest in people from my country, and I have a thing for foreigners. And we saw before she could feel like she don't wanna live in her birth country. Anyway, moving on! She might want to date someone older, or most of her partners are older. She wants someone wise, who can teach her thing. Like sharing knowledges is something she enjoys. She might believe in karmic, soulmates, twin flames, any kind of stuff.

-> This placement is in the 7° hehehe... it's ruled by libra, so keywords are fairness, law, business, partnerships, fashion, beauty, charm, luxury, items, music, art, etc. I think she might be into people that take care of themselves, meaning dresses well, take care of their appearance, and someone who is charming. It doesn't mean beautiful or handsome people, it's just mean to take care of them. Someone who dresses well will always attract the eye. Someone who looks expensive (doesn't mean to necessarily wear luxury items). Sometimes, you can wear neutral clothing but looks so good that you have some kind of admiration for them, it's this kind of vibe. Someone artistic too! And someone serious in their job and contracts, but also relationships. This placement can indicate she has a part of romantic vibe. Also, notice this sounds like JK? Hehehe...

Mars in Gemini 10H, 26°

-> Mars represents her ambition, her anger style, how she expresses it, and eventually, sex. For the Gemini Mars, it's very vocal usually. It makes her express herself usually, so when it comes to anger, she might wanna talk about it, shout, or scream. Talking helps her cope with it. You will def know if she is angry, she won't hide it. But it makes her a bit like a manipulator. She knows what she wants, and she knows what to say to get it. So it can be when she is mad, or when she really wants something. It doesn't make her a bad person, this is just how she works. Hate to be bored, happy when busy. I told you before she needs to be constantly entertained. If nothing is moving in her life, she'll have no ambition. She likes to speak when she is angry mostly because it helps her to relief the anger, but also because she wants to understand the real problem. She is good at debating, this is how she sees the situation. It's not easy for others probably because they maybe won't wanna talk right away. Whenever she is interested in someone, she wanna talk to them right away. It can be the same when it's about something. She might wanna make researches as soon as possible. But she could be bored easily, so she might never finish her projects until the end, or it's hard for her to do so. She has good communication skill; knows how to read the room. So it's easy to find the right words for her. But don't get her wrong, she hates conflicts. This is why she prefers talking. She may cry too or be dramatic because of her mercury in Leo lmao.

-> Mars in the 10H (Capricorn), it represents career, long-term, goals, status, reputation, fame, father, men, masculinity, public image. She has a lot of ambition, I tell you, but she is more on the 'I'll make my own career path'. She is not a nepo baby, if you know what I mean. She works hard for what she wants. Working might be important for her, and people around her might say she is always doing good job. She has a lot of goals in life, and works hard for them. She might have a complicated relationship with her father, it might be distant or just complicated. Her reputation is important for her, but people might gossip about her naturally, even if she is not famous. Is cold whenever she argues or when she is mad. She'll want to talk about it, but boy, suddenly she is very distant and cold, you feel the anger. She might appear as more independent, distant or even more manly when she is mad. Meaning she has more authority.

-> The 26° (Taurus) represents money, food, the earth, stability, luxuries, voice, singing, etc. Becomes cold when mad, and maybe if very mad, likes to make the people realize they are nothing and she is worth everything. Possessing materials stuff makes her feel more confident. It drives her ambition to feel luxurious. Having a life where you spend a lot of money, eating expensive things, etc makes her insanely ambitious. Or she could be very drawn to this lifestyle secretly lol. Food can also be a thing when she is mad. Shopping, eating good food, like generally treating herself helps whenever she is sad or mad lol.

Jupiter in Pisces 7H, 27°

-> Jupiter in the BPC represents her luck, her belief, and what is easy for her in life. In Pisces, this means she'll feel the luckiest when she acts with her heart and not her head. She has to use her intuition and trust it!! She'll realize it's usually very right. She could be amazing at manifesting, so she should def learn it very well to manifest whatever she wants. She could very veryyyyy daydreaming about love, and romance. Pisces makes people hopeless romantic. She believes in true love, destiny, spiritual world, angels, hope, etc. To be honest, she has to keep a strong bond with her guides and spiritual world, it's part of her luck. She can be easily guided to where she has to go, and what she has to do if her bond with them is strong enough. Also, she has to detach from the materials. She might be drawn to these, to her ambition, but it's just drive her. She should detach from these to be successful and lucky. It's a bit strange to hear, but she needs to detach from the typical kind of life with a 9-5 kind of job for ex, she has to embrace her intuition to the fullest. So if she feels like doing something not common, it's fine, trust yourself honey! If she finds herself losing hope, losing her beliefs of true love etc, she might attract bad luck.

-> Jupiter in the 7H (Libra), meaning marriage, contracts, life partner, relationships, equality, sharing, etc. I noticed people who have Jupiter in the 7H are super lucky lol. Mostly in relationships. It doesn't mean that she is lucky in finding the one right away, it just mean she attracts a lot of relationships usually. She may feel unlucky in this area because she doesn't attract the "Prince Charming" if you know what I mean, but she is because she won't spend long single from her very first relationship. She is popular to suitors, many people have crushes on her. So, she won't stay single long every time she is. She will experience many relationships. It's not that she can't stand to stay single, it's really that many people have crushes on her, wants to date her, and she is hopeless romantic. Marriage is destiny for her, she'll marry eventually. Of course, it's JK's Briede PC, and so his future wife. But what I mean by that, it's that marriage is an important step in her life. Mostly because people with this placement will be even more lucky after marriage. Marriage is very important to her! She won't accept to skip this step in her life. Marriage also will make her life easier!

-> The 27° (Gemini) is communication, gadgets like TV, phones, self-expression, books, siblings, neighborhood. She might be very close to her siblings, or relationships with siblings is important to her. If she has of course. Once she is settled somewhere, she wants to make sure to have good relationships with her neighbors. Her phone is very important to her, and she might get anxiety if doesn't have it near her hand. Knowledge usually will always help her through her life, all her learning she enjoys will eventually help her one day. She might also be guided through medias, books, etc. Communicating will always help her too. She needs people around her to feel lucky, as they will always provide her a solution. She'll learn to ask for help will always help her. Staying on her own will never work out for her. So calling a friend, communicating with people around her is very good for her luck, and will get her amazing opportunity.

Saturn in Taurus 8H ,1°

-> Saturn represents her fears, insecurities, which area of her life she finds the most difficult. Saturn here is in Taurus, so staying grounded or having a stable life could be difficult to her. She could be very drawn to many things, many different kind of lives, etc. Having everything stable in her life (relationships, work, finances, etc.) at the same time is difficult for her. To be honest, I think it's not that she hates it, but it just happens to be difficult. She might envy people who have a stable life. She might also see stability as a dream, and envy married couple with kids, a house and a dog (biggest cliche ever). This couple might think it's boring while it's literally what she wishes to accomplish. It's just that it's hard for her. Another reason is that she might be drawn to stuff in her life that just can't come with stability. Like she is always easily bored, so even if she might wish for this, she'll be bored so easily. So coming with this, one of her biggest fear in life is routine. She is so scared to be bored, to fall in a routine and to live a boring life.

-> Saturn in 8H (Scorpio) is about sex, intimacy, secrets, finances that are shared (inheritance, partner’s finances, taxes, loans), goals, mysteries, etc. Okay so first, she is def scared of the unknown. Not knowing, mysteries, etc makes her anxious. She could also be afraid of money in general. Like not having money, spending money, etc. It's another thing she is not comfortable with. Accepting changes, endings, beginning, all of these are hard for her too. Intimacy can be scary for her. She could find it hard to keep a stable bank account lmao. She could spend a lot without realizing it.

-> The 1° is ruled by Aries, means taking action, fighting spirit, struggles, war, abuse, labor, diligence, leadership, beginning, etc. She finds it hard to be a leader. She might think she is not enough, not good enough, not enough confident to do so. Standing in the crowd, being seen might be stressful for her. She might give up easily if she sees it's not working well for her. Also, she hates conflicts. Standing up for her is difficult, so arguing is not her best ability.

Chiron in Scorpio 3H, 12°

-> Chiron represents her health physically and mentally. So, please, this is just a theory what I am about to write. So don't come at me. Don't forget everyone is living their own life, and it's never easy. So, Scorpio in Chiron is a wound that is created on the intimate part of the body, or the intimate life. A sort of trauma. It's something related to the genitals. I say this because one of her fear come from the intimacy too. So something happened there. But it's not something easy for her at all, whatever happened created or will create a trauma for her. She could also have been abused when young. Mentally, it can be depression related to mental abuse. In any cases, these are here to help her learn to release the past. She can't control what happened. And she needs to forgive herself.

-> The Chiron here in the 3H (mind, thinking, communication, social activities, siblings, etc.) She can find it difficult to find her voice. Meaning whenever she speaks she feel like nobody listen to her, or whenever she talks, people cut her or someone talks over her. She feels like her voice doesn't matters. She could also been criticized on her way to express herself as kid. She struggles to make herself heard. If she has siblings, she can feel like she is the least favorite. She maybe felt different from other kids, or made fun for being different. And so she may stayed with older people. So could have grown up with an older mind than her age. Like she was more mature than the other kids.

-> The 12° (Pisces) is sleeping, drugs, alcohol, the unconscious, emotional dejections, feet, madness, shadows, unclear, endings, etc. She may struggle with addiction, could be drugs, alcohol, smoking, food, anything that she is addicted to, could even be phone. Or she could be dependent, like on people. She could have suffered from depression younger. Or it can also comeback from time to time. It's like, when times are bad, she can feel like going mad. Like going insane. Also, problems with feet can happen!

Juno (3) in Virgo 1H, 27°

-> Juno will represents her ideal type here. Let's gooooo! So, Juno in Virgo. Man. Pretty sure she consider JK as her ideal type, or will when they meet (if she doesn't know him). She likes smart people, organized, perfectionist, hard working. She could also be into people who are not clingy, the virgo is someone who is independent and do not cling into people and she may like it. She is maybe not into show off, too popular, and friends with everyone type of people. Meaning, someone that let everyone in their life (or having access to them)= turn off. She may have a thing for shy people too. Or like the nerd type! Virgos are very funny too, and she may like the kind of sarcastic funny too. She really hates the dramatic type. She likes chill people. She may have a thing for people that likes her so much they make her fit into their routine. Like they don't forget to call, to text everyday, it's like a routine, it makes her feel special. Also, could love the type of people that notice small details. And remember stuff about her! And mostly, people who communicate when you need to, because they also don't want unless drama.

-> Juno in the 1H (Aries), like the self, the appearances, the attitude, the first impression, the body, the identity and approach of life. She may like people that take care of themselves. Like dressing well, being well mannered, taking care of their skin and body, exercising, etc. I think she likes people that take care of their body like eating well and exercising. She may really like the idea of them falling in love at first sight with her. Or like possessive type. Or the kind of person that will do ANYTHING to be with you. She just wants someone who wanna fight for her, but who doesn't lmao. I think she loves the brain, the smartness, but she also enjoy a good looking body. It's like enjoying an harmony of both. She can't date if she doesn't find the person attractive. People that are similar to her will get closer to her more easily.

-> The 27° (Gemini) is communication, gadgets like TV, phones, self-expression, books, siblings, neighborhood. I think she likes people that are aware of what is going on in the world, also on the Internet, or tea and gossips lol. She might also enjoy people that have humor, conversation, that are open-minded, smart, have a lot of knowledge, or people that like to debate, like someone that will stimulate her mentally. Someone who read a lot too.

Virgo Rising, 12°

-> The rising is the way someone appear, the first impression we get of them, her physical appearance. Virgo rising looks innocent in a way they look like good girls vibe. Like clean girl. She may always look very good, well dressed, almost perfect? There is not a single thing wrong in the outfit because everything is calculated to be well placed. Smells super good, amazing make up, charming, good outfit, etc. She looks younger than that she is. A true angel appearance. Soft face too. You wanna protect her, think she looks so cute. She might appear cold too? Like she looks uninterested in you. If she thinks someone is good looking, or she is having a crush on someone in the room, you'll know because she will ignore them and just act as if she never saw the lmao. She is observant tho. But she looks a bit intimidating in a sense, because she looks cold and distant.

-> The 12° (Pisces), this is really making her look super young. She could look the same even after 10 years. She really doesn't age. She looks super cute I tell you. She looks dreamy, and have big eyes. It's like doe, howl like, very innocent gaze. People may say she has a baby face, and she could have shiny eyes, and people might wonder why she is crying when she is literally not. She may be small with her height too. But really looking like a baby, and super cute. She could have a soft voice too, or like sounds very cute.

Houses

2H - Libra

-> The 2H is the money, and her relationship with it. How her finances are doing usually. So it's Libra, so it means she doesn't have a bad relationship with money on the surface. She may spend a bit too much sometimes, because Libra is a sign that likes shopping and treating themselves a lot, so she may spend money on this. But she may also spend it on other, equality! But the house is empty, so it's literally not her priority to make a lot of money, and to save. Also, the house being empty could mean she struggle with money generally. it goes full, and another day it's empty. She is not stable on this part. She doesn't have a real attach to money. It gives her a true sense of stability, of possibility and it makes her feel balanced. But it's not an obsession. She knows money does not equal happiness. Also, the 2H represents how someone dress up and her voice. She dresses up so well, trust me on this. I think she has a real sense of aesthetic, so everything matches perfectly. She has a true sense of fashion, and loves to dress up and get ready. She loves to look beautiful and charming. And people often tell her compliments on how she looks. She could have a feminine and charming voice, even more if she doesn't know the person she is talking to. She wanna charm people.

3H - Scorpio

-> The 3H is her mind, her intelligence, and relationship with sibling. If she has siblings, the fact that it's in scorpio, they could be very distant or very close. No between. It could also be never talking when they are not seeing each other, and being super close when they see each other. Siblings know a lot of secrets about her. And she knows a lot of secrets about her siblings. She could be a professional stalker lol, because she notices so many things about people, and even online, she could enjoy that. She is very smart I think, either hide it well or it's not the first thing you notice about her? Also if she obsess about something, it has more possibility to work out because she will get so much hard work into it. She has a lot of secrets too, even think she never said to her closest people. She also hides stuff very well. Trust me.

4H - Sagittarius

-> The 4H is the hometown, family, and the part of her people do not see. In Sagittarius, her hometown, birth country is a country where people are from many different culture, countries, religion, people speak a lot of different languages. It could be a "old country", because sagittarius has the characteristic of wisdom, being an old soul. So not the US for ex. It's a country with accessible studies, people make a lot of studies there. And tourism could be important there too? Or she could live in a very touristic place in the country. People travel A LOT in this country. It really gives me the vibe that she is not Korean, because she really is a foreigner in this thing. And we have a lot of signs lmao. Ah also! She could be living in a country where traveling is normalized. Or even her family could totally be into travelling. She could have a very happy childhood, felt free and discovered many things at that time. She could have traveled a lot during her childhood. She got a lot of wisdom too from her childhood, like grew up with older people and so got a lot of wisdom and learned a lot from them. I think people do not see how mature she is. Or how open-minded and spontaneous she is. If you are her parents (mostly mother because it seems like she is not close to her dad), you'll notice these right away. But other people may take so much time to realize that. I think it's because she looks so young, and people tend to look at her like a baby, they don't realize she is an old soul. Also, this house is empty, so family may not be very important to her, or she might not feel like she belongs to her home country. Feel like an outsider.

5H - Capricorn

-> The 5H is her hobbies, talents, her flirting style, etc. So, in this sign, she may enjoy studying? Lol, like working hard on stuff she likes. She is a true hard worker, for sure! Whenever she has free time, it's free times to do something. You'll never see her doing nothing, she is ALWAYS doing something. Always studying something, always working on a project she has. She just doesn't like to sit and do nothing. So I'm pretty sure she'll always be doing many things at the time too lmao. She is talented in stuff she studied for super long. Like if she study this one thing for 10 years, she'll become the boss of it. It's not luck, it's hard work type of talents. So she could be very good at studying, or anything that needs analysis, focus and hard work. She can be very traditional in her hobbies, like to be honest, I don't think she is playing football for ex. She could do stuff women usually do as a hobby. And likes stuff that women likes "usually" (don't come at me pls :( ). I feel like she is not a flirty person, she appear cold. But boy, she'll flirt in her style. She likes that the other do the work at first, but she'll make sure you know she is interested. I feel like she wants to be pursued. So she'll play hard to get. Also she might do some hobbies that her parents or grand parents used to do, the idea of legacy is something for her.

6H - Aquarius

-> It represents work ethic, her health problems, her routine, does she exercises, does she eat healthy etc. Okay. So. Aquarius makes her work ethic or even work in general unique, or unconventional. So if she was working in astrology for ex I wouldn't be surprised (what a coincidence girl). She wants to be free in her work, so work wherever she wants, with whoever she wants, whenever she wants. She wants to be free, and to be her own boss kind of thing. She hates to be controlled by someone else when it comes to work, or even be restricted. She also hates routine so def something where she is free for her ideas. Wants to be able to work 2H a day and the next day work 15H you know? Or during the night or the whole day. Like really whenever she wants. To be honest she has so much spiritual aspects in this chart, if she actually works with it I wouldn't be surprised. She could also help others. Or work with technologies too. People judge it as weird, or just not believing that it's stable. It may create conflict with society like this is not a conventional job, you are not a sheep in the work circle. I don't see a big thing for health problems, but she does the most unique sports ever lol. Not sure she is very into exercising but might be doing sports that you don't think of first when you think of a sport lol. Once again, this house is empty, health is not a priority, and even stable job. She really does what she wants.

7H - Pisces

-> The 7H represents her opinion on marriage, and what type of partner she is. She daydreams about the day she'll marry or about her married life. She has high hope about her future spouse, and might hope for big changed once she is married. She sees her future spouse as her one true love, Prince Charming, so there might have an anxiety about being disappointed. She just very romantic about this idea, so you might guess she has to get married. This is a step she won't skip for nothing. She might be wondering where he is, what is he doing, and who he is. She is very curious about the day she'll meet him, and whenever she meets someone, she might be like "is it him?", something like that. She is very sweet and romantic, and can be seen as clingy sometimes, or too cheesy. Because she wants to give her whole love and heart to her hubby. But with the rest of the chart, I feel like she'll never show off this way in public, only to JK. She also might be very emotional as a wife, and wants to give her everything to her husband. She just sees marriage as a true fairytale, and happy ending! So, her husband has to be her soulmate, her other half. She'll share, devote herself so much, she will expect the same. Once she is married, she def hope to be more than happy with her life. She could also live in a bit of illusion when it comes to it, like expects marriage to solve everything what is wrong with her or her life.

8H - Aries

-> What is taboo to her. How she sees death. Let's talk about that is taboo to her. Inheritance, or fight about it can be a true problem. She won't like it. Mostly because she can be quite stubborn lol. About how she sees death, it might not be very such a taboo topic to her. She just sees it as a natural phase of life. There might still be anxiety of stage endings or going too fast. But she believes in the after life or spiritual realms so she doesn't see this as something sad or sinister.

9H - Taurus

-> Her beliefs, travels, and studies, her career. Very interesting placement. Love to travel. She might not enjoy travels that are too adventurous, like safari, or a messy road trip. But traveling in an airplane, and staying in a hotel, enjoying the food of the locals, taking good pictures, just really enjoy vacations. She wants to live far away from where she belongs, there might be another country she finds "a home" in. She enjoys life as it is. She loves things that are natural, simple, cozy. She believes in a peaceful life. So her career would eventually include a peaceful job. If it's too stressful for her, it won't work out. Working with aesthetic and pretty stuff can work too. She is attracted to what looks good, and has a good esthetic sense. She was hard working in studies, but she might not enjoy studying too long, she wants something chill, and we saw she can get bored pretty easily, so too long studies might bore her fast.

10H - Gemini

-> Her reputation and how she comes off! She might comes off as very talkative, or very smart too. Someone who knows a lot of stuff, spontaneous, and open minded. She might also comes off as someone who is very well cultured and knows many languages. She has a good reputation but some people can tell she likes to gossip. She might enjoys gossips too. But with her chart, it seems like she doesn't like to gossip on people but enjoying hearing gossips, it's possible. She might also have different kind of personalities based on what friend or relatives she is hanging out. She is sociable and extrovert, but i noticed that gemini tend to not talk right away. They stay a bit silent or let the other talk to see how they have to talk or act with you to maker you comfortable, she might be like that. A very fun person, with a good sense of humor. Smiles often. Smile and hair could be something people could notice easily about her, like she might be known for her smile and hair lol.

11H - Cancer

-> Her friends, the kind of people she likes to hang out with, her internet persona, etc. She might consider her friends are her family, her safe place. Friends are important to her, and she might be considered as the mother of the group. She might have a lot of female friends, and likes people that are similar as her, who are nice, soft, people who do not judge. She might eat a lot with her friends, or always meet for a café or at a restaurant lol. Distance don't do things to her friendship, as she has a strong bond with them. She might have a soul or heart connection to her true friends. She might also have the same way to talk as her friends. Or same humor, etc. Friends are very nice, and good people. Trustful people. But fights and arguments between them can happen, cancer is influenced by the moon so emotions run wild. Dramas can happen at times. AND mercury is in this house, making communication very strong in this area. She might talk everyday to her friends, and it might be important for her to have friends, meet people. She can't be friends with people with who she can't have an everyday talk. She might appear as very soft, gentle, and non judgmental on the internet. Like just a soft woman. She might also have a lot of female who admire her on the internet like "fans", if I can say. She appear as very feminine, and likes her instagram to be aesthetic for ex. Always very nice to people she talks on the internet, never will be a hater!

12H - Leo

-> Her secrets, fear, dreams, and desires! Also music tastes, and subconscious. She might secretly wish to be famous? Like being admired, or becoming famous, having eyes on her and be more confident. Like she may daydream about it, what it would be like to be popular. She wants to be admired, and might even desire to get some fame one day. She is very scared to be hate, forgotten. To be left aside. Or that everyone she loves will just hate her or abandon her. She has the desire to be an artist, to express herself through art, to be the center of attention. It might be hard for her to accept that as she might be quite shy if it happens in real life. But she has a lot of fame potential, if it happens (and by being JK's wife pretty sure it'll happen), she will do very good. She is the kind of person you admire a lot. Many people around her could wish they could be like her. She just shines naturally. Her music tastes? She loves to dance! So dancing kind of music, or energy style. I don't think she hates a lot of music, she might enjoy everything.