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[ddksoo]

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[heeheesang]

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[antinitoniny]

santa doesn't know you like i do

"i wonder if santa could bring a whole damn 6ft man this midnight" you said, pouring yourself another glass of red wine.

"...is that what you wished for this christmas?" anton, your best friend asked. he seems concerned & LOOKS concerned.

"i mean, i can't really think of anything i want for christmas except for an intelligent, hot, athletic, 6foot man to ruin my 2025." you said

you & anton have been friends since your womb era considering the fact that both of your parents have been friends for decades.

your friendship is basically fixed & y'all can't do anything about it anymore. proven & tested when you tried to cut him off during elementary after stabbing his arm with a pencil but you found each other in one dining table the next evening.

now that your parents wanted some time to themselves, the "kids" are left to take care of the house this christmas eve.

now, you're sitting on the couch next to anton, trying to figure out how the hell would santa fit in the chimney.

"you brought the cookies out, didn't you?" you asked, checking the table near the tree.

"for santa? are we seriously gonna do that?" anton asked, looking at you like you're some 5-year-old.

"um, no? it's for my future husband that he's bringing over." you rolled your eyes jokingly.

"what did you wish for anyway?" you asked

"i wished for someone to like me back" anton said, sitting back comfortably, looking at the ceiling.

silence.

anton waited for your response but you weren't saying anything. curious (and nervous), anton looked at you to check your reaction.

there you are, spacing out.

"what's on your mind?" anton asked, popping your lil bubble.

"how the hell would santa grant that? it's not like he can put that in a box & leave it under the tree" you said

anton laughed loudly for a minute or two which made you think that he's going insane.

anton, on the other hand, found your thoughts funny. he expected you to tease him about his lil crush or ask him about who it is. but instead, you were worrying about santa.

"i can't think of anything else. plus, i don't really believe in santa." anton replied

silence.

but this time, it was because the conversation was done. silence has never been awkward with anton which is mainly why you've learned to love anton's company.

his presence doesn't make you worry about what you're gonna say next nor how you're gonna continue the conversation. you can just exist in one place in silence & it can be the best hours of your day.

"what exactly did you write to santa?" anton asked, looking at you. for some reason, you felt nervous to look back & engage in eye contact so you stared at the tree.

"good morning, santa. if i'm on your good kid list, i'd like to have a good company for christmas. preferably a 6ft man in his 20s, smart, nice, soft spoken, family oriented, athletic, and hot. thank you, santa. merry christmasㅡ with a bunch of hearts" you recited from your memory.

"that's basically me" anton whispered

"huh? are you badmouthing me on christmas?" you raised your brow

"i said that your wish is not that specific" he said sarcastically.

"santa observed me for years as a good kid, he knows me & he knows my type" you rolled your eyes jokingly at him

"i've been with you for more than a decade, i think i know you more than santa" anton mindlessly replied

"your point being?" you asked

anton gulped. he doesn't know what he's going to say & confessing to his longtime crush is definitely not part of his 2024 bingo card.

"that i'm more than qualified than santa in fulfilling your wish" anton said confidently, succeeding in hiding his nervousness (at least in his end)

"i don't think any of your friends fit the criteria" you said, lowkey hoping that anton will offer himself

"i do" and he did

"huh?"

"i fit your criteria, don't i? am i not enough as a christmas gift?" anton teased, leaning over to your side of the couch. anton's confidence grew once he saw how flustered you are.

"hahaha what are you saying? stop it hahahaㅡ i wonder if they're home? i'll checkㅡ" you said, standing up to go to the front door. your face is obviously heating up from the unexpected turn of events.

"i like you" anton interrupted you. you stood frozen to your spot, looking at anton who's already looking at you.

"i love our little moments together like how we spent hours just walking around town last weekend, talking about everything and nothing at the same time. you make the most random things feel important." anton smiled while recalling your little moments together. you couldn't help but smile as well.

"it's the way you laugh at your own jokes, even when no one else does. it's honestly one of my favorite things. you'll say something dumb, then look at me with that "I know it was bad but I’m laughing anyway" expression, and I’ll always laugh too, because I get it. " anton said, slightly teasing you. you rolled your eyes jokingly, chuckling of how accurate he is as if he has read your mind during those moments.

"also, right, you've always hated wearing those big jackets in the winter, but I know you’d never leave the house without it because someone else might be cold. i mean, you always let someone borrow your jacket without a second thoughtㅡyou act like it’s no big deal, but I know it’s because you don’t mind being a little uncomfortable if it means someone else feels better." anton continued.

his words warmed your heart. you didn't know that he noticed that.

"is that why you always wear two jackets and i somehow find a magic jacket on my shoulder?" you laughed

"yeah, and you always tease me about how dramatic i am for wearing two jackets." anton sighed

"you could've just made me hold the other jacket just in case" you said

"you hate holding stuffㅡ it's always ME who's holding your bag anywhere" anton quickly rebutted which made you zip your mouth.

anton chuckled and continued.

"anyway, i admire your perspective on different things & how you view people. it's like, no matter how messy the situation looks, you always manage to find the good in it. you see beauty in the things other people might miss, like how you can walk through a crowded street and notice a little detail, like the color of someone’s shoes or the way a kid is laughing, that makes everything feel lighter. " he said.

"there’s something about the way you move through the world—so real, so unbothered, but always with purpose—that makes me want to be better too."

anton said, looking at you sincerely.

"i can’t help but fall more for the person you are when no one’s looking. I’m not sure when it happened, but somewhere along the way, you became someone I want to know more, be more, and be with." anton said, walking closer to you.

"so.. merry christmas?" anton laughed the awkwardness off.

"i don't know what to say, i'm really bad at words" you said, tearing up

"obviously, i'm aware. you're not obligated to say anythingㅡ i just wanted toㅡ i just felt likeㅡ" anton's words were soon interrupted by you.

"i love you. like, fuck it, i stabbed you with a pencil when we were 7 because i was sad because you didn't like me" you confessed. you were so close to crying because of anton's words and anton just stood there, laughing his ass off.

"you're pretty violent..." anton said, acting so offended

"h-heyㅡ"

"i'm sorry for the late confession. i should've known." anton suddenly said. he was about to say more but you immediately interrupted him with a hug.

"...maybe i should start believing in santa" anton chuckled, burying his face on your neck.

"merry christmas, ant." you said, breaking the hug to look at him.

"oh my god. thank you, santa" anton said, completely taken away by your beauty & by the thought of how the situation escalated to this.

you laughed at how chaotic he is. the anton you love, the anton you've loved that seemed to have never changedㅡ and you're glad that he didn't.

"i actually wrote your name on my santa wishlist" you confessed

"good to know. after all, santa won't give you somebody that loves you more than me".

[slytherinshua]

KISS, KISS, BABY

genre. fluff. a little suggestive. warnings. this has no plot they're just making out 😞 that's the plot. pairing. sohee x fem!reader. wc. 532. request. no. a/n. i had this idea since like the first day i saw sohee's beauty marks... anyway he's so pretty his name is actually pretty boy #1.

If there was one thing that Sohee would never get tired of, it was kissing you. His lips had been tangled with yours for the past 10 minutes, at least, but it barely felt like 5 seconds since you had fallen into his arms. Your hands tousled his hair, the slight tug always gentle on his scalp yet earnest. A small whine left his lips when he felt his breath running out. He didn’t want to stop kissing you, but despite his large lung capacity, he was quickly running out of air. 

He pushed you off his lips just slightly, a puff of air leaving him as he sighed. You frowned, blinking your eyes back open at the sudden intermission of your make out session.

“Are you tired? Do you want me to stop?” You whispered, pulling your hands back away from his head in case he didn’t want to continue. You didn’t want to overstep any boundaries; even if you had been dating for a while, it was always important to stay on the same page.

Thankfully, he shook his head with a slight smile, “No. Wanna keep kissing you. Promise.” He murmured, words coming out breathless and soft as he tugged on your sleeve for another peck. You let him catch his breath, pressing soft kisses to the moles on his cheek and neck. He giggled at the ticklish feeling and turned his head again, silently letting you know he was ready for you to kiss him again.

His lips were slightly swollen from the previous kisses, tinted a deeper red and incredibly soft (though, they always were). They moved with yours in perfect sync, tongues intertwined in a gentle dance. Sohee tasted like mint, and the scent of his cologne overwhelmed your senses. 

You felt like you could practically melt into him from how close you were, bodies pressed against the other yet at the same time not close enough for how obsessed you were with him. Everything about him had you addicted. His touch, taste, scent, voice, laugh. You could on for hours, finding more ways that he had you wrapped around his finger.

As you eagerly kissed, you felt his racing heart from the pulsepoint on his neck where your hand rested. Warmth spread in your chest, up the back of your neck, finding its way to tint your ears a brighter colour. Although the kiss was anything but shy, the thought that you had such an effect over him still brought butterflies to your stomach. 

It felt like both hours had passed and no time at all when you finally pulled apart again, this time intent on stopping. It was getting later, and drowsiness was already hitting you.

“You know, legend says that the beauty marks on your face are where your soulmate kissed you in your past life.” You mumbled, adoring Sohee’s face, a finger tracing over his soft skin.

“Really?” He smiled, brushing his nose with yours. You nodded. “I guess you liked kissing me a lot in our past lives too.” He whispered, closing his eyes as your touch relaxed him. You smiled in content at his hidden message. He was your soulmate.

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[miujo]

　 ꈍ　　　𓎠𓎠　　another victim of the bad girls club　　 ꔫ

[00127am]

"you know for someone who says she hates me, you sure seem committed," "legally comitted. don't push your luck,"

@ forbetterorforworse the only thing worse than your job, is who you share it with. everyone knows that senior sales rep lee sohee is at the top of your list of grievances. so much so that you've been contemplating quitting. but when you wake up with a massive hangover and to a marriage certificate bearing both your names--well, you're not sure quitting is going to cover it.

@ information [🍡] coworker! lee sohee & afab! reader genre rival coworkers to lovers, accidental marriage, set in the 90s warnings cursing, drinking, dark humor (kys jokes) & sexual innuendos status ongoing! updates every monday at 9AM word count pending... ⤷ taglist always open!

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[ourdadai]

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[sunshyni]

bicha n sei se vc gosta de crepúsculo mas sabe aql cena que o edward fala "hmmmmmn sempre quis tentar uma coisa.. fica parada" pra bella e beija ela e ai ele Quase perde o controle e fica com aql papao de sexo so dps do casamento? entao, esses dias q tava um frio do cao aq em sp eu fui rever crepusculo e vi essa cena e fiquei ai mds isso eh tao o anton😭😭💔 (no caso, a parte legal q eh ele beijando a bella bem tchutchuco😜☝️

e eu qria saber o q vc acha E se concorda comigo🤓

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CONTÉM: Anton Lee × Fem!Reader ⊛ ANTON LEE SENDO UM FOFUXO!!! ⊛ Um pouquinho de biologia, mais especificamente histologia, que significa “estudo dos tecidos” que por sua vez formam os órgãos 🤓☝️

NOTINHA DA SUN: ANONNN!!! Eu revi especificamente essa parte do filme e SIM!!! Definitivamente Anton Lee!!! (minha irmã era apaixonada pelos filmes, então cresci assistindo, juro KKKKKKKK) Gostei muito dessa porque não tava conseguindo estudar por déficit de atenção, então estudei escrevendo fanfic 😝 Espero que você goste, porque eu amei, quero colar na minha testa 😭

W.C: 1k

BOA LEITURA, DOCINHOS!!! 🫀

— Você não vai à festa com a gente? — Sungchan abriu a porta do quarto que você dividia com uma colega na república. Você estava na cama, com o notebook aberto, revisando suas anotações e fazendo pesquisas extras sempre que surgia uma dúvida, mas não conseguia se concentrar completamente, talvez por causa da ansiedade. — Não tem problema se você não estudar por uma noite.

— Eu sei, mas realmente preciso estudar essa matéria, Sungchan. — Ele balançou a cabeça como se dissesse “você quem sabe” e fechou a porta suavemente. Você voltou a olhar para o caderno, mas foi novamente interrompida pela porta se abrindo. Pensou que poderia ser Sungchan de novo e até virou a cabeça para discutir com ele, dizendo que não iria à festa, mas engoliu suas palavras quando viu quem entrou no quarto, fechando a porta atrás de si.

— Oi — Anton disse, parando na entrada do cômodo.

— Oi — Você respondeu, envergonhada. Todo mundo ali sabia que você gostava dele, e talvez ele também soubesse, você não tinha certeza. Mas odiava encontrá-lo de manhã no caminho para o banheiro, ele sempre cheirando a sabonete enquanto você estava com os cabelos desgrenhados e, provavelmente, com um hálito não tão fresco. Ainda assim, Anton sempre sorria para você e desejava um bom dia. — Se você veio aqui tentar me convencer a ir à festa, esquece.

— Você está se sobrecarregando demais, garota — Ele disse em um tom baixo, sentando-se na sua cama e fazendo o colchão se mover levemente. Você afastou o notebook, colocando-o na mesinha de cabeceira junto com seu caderno, e fez uma careta para ele.

— Diz o senhor perfeito que tira nota máxima em todas as matérias, e ainda estamos no primeiro semestre — Você respondeu, sentando-se de pernas cruzadas no colchão, o que fez seu short encurtar, mas Anton só tinha olhos para as suas íris. Ele sorriu e se aproximou mais de você.

— Nunca disse que tirei nota máxima em alguma matéria — Ele afirmou com humildade, como ninguém. Você ergueu as sobrancelhas, duvidando da palavra dele. — Em que matéria você tá com dúvida? Anatomia sistemática?

— Histologia — Você rebateu. Tinha dúvidas em várias coisas, mas essa matéria em particular te corroía, e o fato de você detestar o professor que a ministrava tornava tudo ainda pior. — Artérias, veias e capilares, isso tudo me deixa maluca.

Ele se aproximou mais, e você ficou sem fôlego ao notar a proximidade de vocês dois. Nos seus sonhos, isso era comum: tê-lo compartilhando o mesmo ar que você, tocando sua cintura e te envolvendo em um beijo cheio de ternura. Você não precisava de festa alguma para se distrair; apenas tê-lo te beijando já seria suficiente para aliviar todo o seu estresse.

— Lembra que as artérias levam o sangue para todo o corpo — Ele começou, com a voz baixa, mais baixa que o habitual devido à proximidade entre vocês. Anton ajeitou uma mecha do seu cabelo atrás da sua orelha, tocando sua bochecha suavemente, e sua respiração se acelerou, como um equino galopando sem direção. Você olhou para os lábios rosados e macios, ou ao menos imaginava que fossem macios como um travesseiro. — No caminho, elas se ramificam em vasos menores chamados de arteríolas.

— E então temos as veias, que trazem o sangue pobre em oxigênio de volta ao coração — Anton desceu a mão até o seu peito, pressionando-a ali. Você sentiu como se seu coração estivesse trabalhando tão intensamente dentro da caixa torácica que ele poderia facilmente escapar do seu corpo apenas pela pulsação. A boca de Anton estava a centímetros da sua, seus olhos alternando entre os seus lábios e seus olhos, como se estivessem fazendo o trabalho do sistema cardíaco e pulmonar. Era lindo ver seus olhinhos confusos, brilhantes.

— E os capilares... — Ele perdeu um pouco da compostura quando você o tocou pela primeira vez, descansando sua mão no pulso dele e levando a mão masculina à sua bochecha. Você esfregou o rosto ali, buscando carinho, atenção.

— São responsáveis pela troca gasosa — Anton murmurou um “aham” quase inaudível, suas bochechas subitamente vermelhas demais. Você sentia que, se as tocasse, provavelmente o diagnosticaria com febre severa.

— Deixa eu tentar uma coisa, só fica quietinha, por favor? — Você balançou a cabeça levemente, igualmente embriagada por ele. Quando sentiu o toque suave dos lábios de Anton sobre os seus, parecia algodão doce. Instintivamente, você ficou de joelhos, não só para agradecer a Deus, mas para ter o rosto dele inclinado para cima, olhando para você. Você envolveu as bochechas vermelhas dele com as mãos e o beijou com carinho, permitindo que ele explorasse sua língua, afinal, sua cabeça ele já havia invadido com sucesso. Você se sentia leve e o agradeceu mentalmente quando sentiu o braço forte dele rodear sua cintura, proporcionando-lhe a melhor das sensações.

Anton te fez enroscar as pernas ao redor dele e deitou suas costas delicadamente no colchão, vindo por cima, sem nem cogitar separar seus lábios em nenhum desses movimentos. Mas vocês precisavam inspirar oxigênio para liberar gás carbônico mais uma vez.

— E as vênulas? — Anton olhou para você, afastou seu cabelo do rosto e sorriu.

— Esqueci — Ele admitiu, adoravelmente. Você sorriu, incrédula com aquela situação: você com as pernas envolvendo o corpo de Anton, ele sobre você exibindo um sorriso tímido que era pura fofura.

— Então você não pode ir à festa, tem que ficar aqui estudando comigo — Anton concordou veementemente, roubando um selinho seu, enquanto procurava sua mão no colchão para entrelaçar com a dele.

— Vamos pular para o sistema respiratório — Ele sugeriu, perigoso com aqueles olhinhos que cintilavam, como se não tivesse ideia do que provocava em você toda vez que te olhava daquela forma tão carinhosa. — Você lembra das doenças respiratórias e seus patógenos, e eu te faço perder o fôlego.

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[sientemefragil]

#모자이크 ㅤㅤ🖥️ㅤㅤㅤ☾ ♡̩͙ᩙㅤㅤ ͏ sky green, jiwoo

[sunflowernini]

#꯭‼️ Dê like ou reblog, além dos créditos ao usar, plágio é crime.

[tokkiens]

✿ㅤanton ﹙riize﹚ㅤlockscreen

[kirbyfigure]

✦ r i i z e 🦴 !¡♡

[heeheesang]

༉‧₊˚. 𝐚𝐟 — expected ...

bold & italics — sion through the in ear !

written & smau at the bottom ! (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)

I WALKED INTO THE ROOM FILLED WITH A TABLE AND TWO CHAIRS , CAMERAS EVERYWHERE AS SION AND JISUNG WAVED AT ME .

i bowed at the camera directors and staffs before walking up to the two, "how are you feeling?" jisung asked i let out a long sigh, "i don't know... nervous? this feels like having to debut all over again..." i replied as the two giggled.

after getting our microphones and in ears all set, the two went into another room as the show started shortly. "for a live recording... the fans sure are excited." i heard sion mumble through my in ear as i rolled my eyes.

"okay yn, i need you to close your eyes now... the guest will be walking in shortly." i obeyed sion as i closed my eyes and fidgeted with my hands in nervousness, who could it be?

"okay you can open your eyes now." sion said through the in ear as i fluttered my eyes to see a blonde man standing in front of me. i quickly adjusted to the light and saw him, smiling as he rubbed the back of his neck.

"greet each other."

"oh yes, um i'm oh yn, from aespa." i greeted as i bowed and he mirrored my actions, "i'm song eunseok, from riize."

"ah.. let's um, let's take a seat..?" i asked as the air got heavier, he looked way better in blonde, maybe i was just pressurised by the tension but he did look better.

"so we... are the awkward friends! haha..." i awkwardly laughed as he agreed.

"talk about his comeback."

"ah yes, i heard you're having a comeback? impossible right?" i asked as he nodded and agreed, "we just had our first stage yesterday! i was excited i got to meet briize again.." he replied as i took a sip of the hot chocolate in front of me.

"ah... why did you guys bring him..! he just had a stage yesterday!" i joked as he waved his hands frantically, "no no, i was actually excited about this show!"

"actually... we've met before! the first time we met was when we bumped into each other in the lift..? and the second time was just recently outside the manager's office!" i said enthusiastically as he nodded along.

"i actually knew about yn before we even met haha... she's my sunbae and um through wonbin!" eunseok said as my mouth hung open, "wonbin talks about me?"

we laughed at the tone of my voice before being interrupted by sion and jisung. "we'll start the first mission.."

"dj drop the beat..." eunseok softly said as i laughed, "what..?"

"jisung said... oh the first mission is up!" eunseok was cut off when the airdrop was delivered to the ipad. "talk about your first impressions..."

"do you want to go first..?" i asked but he refused, "ladies first."

oh he's a gentleman alright.

"hm well... i thought eunseok was a little scary at first..! and we didn't talk much even though i bumped into him a couple of times to talk to wonbin. but he's actually a sweetheart and what i heard from wonbin... he cracks a lot of jokes, so i'm looking forward to that!" i answered as he giggled, "intimidating? me?"

"shh, your turn!" i said as i tried to hide the blush growing on my face.

"well... yn is very pretty. but the first time we met... she was pretty shy! she was actually very helpful when we first debuted and gave us gifts." he complimented as i choked on my drink a little.

"ah.. thank... thank you." i thanked as i saw a tint of blush growing on his cheeks.

cute.

the whole shoot went on like this, a little friendly banter and compliments. i felt like we weren't so awkward anymore afterall as more and more missions came up.

"dj drop the beat..." he said again as our last mission came up. picture time!

"yn you take the picture," sion said.

i took my phone out as he made a weird noise, "no ynie, i'll take the picture!"

"ah it's okay! we'll take turns?" i said as he sighed and nodded.

our height difference... wasn't that big but i couldn't get him to be in the frame. that's when he came over to me and placed his hand on top of mine, "angle it like this~"

i covered my mouth to hide my huge smile and glowing cheeks, "are you okay, ynie?" he asked as i shyly nodded.

"couple picture."

oh sion, park jisung. you are so dead.

"ah.. they said to take a couple picture..." eunseok mumbled as he rubbed the back of his neck. "are you comfortable with that..?" eunseok asked as i nodded.

the first picture we took, he had his hand on my cheek, doing a heart pose. the second picture we took, we pressed our cheeks together. the final picture however...

"look at each other."

i blushed as the moment we looked at each other, eunseok's hand reached for mine and pressed the camera button quick. "ah song eunseok... you flirt."

he laughed it off as we scanned through the pictures together, there was barely any gap between us as he leaned down to my height and scrolled through the pictures.

"i like this picture." eunseok teased as he scrolled through the last picture. i slapped his arm playfully, "of course you would!"

soon enough, we ended the shoot and the two came back from the rooms. going through a quick debrief as they mentioned that we would be here again soon, together. for the next guest of course.

i sighed as i looked up to eunseok, "thank you for today..." i bowed as he mirrored, "no problem..! i have a fun time seeing you blush and all."

"i wasn't— i wasn't blushing!! that's the blusher..." i stuttered as i looked down, "sure.. your blusher must be really thick then!" sion teased as the three boys laughed.

"i have to go for practice now, i'll see you around eunseok..!" i quickly excused myself as winter's messages flooded my inbox.

what a shoot... whatever it is, the viewers like it right? because i, really did.

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Bonus) backshots pt. 2

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　　 　ꈍ　　　𓎠𓎠　　the boy is mine　　 ꔫ　　 @dohonie

[00127am]

C00. congratulations! or ... surprise?

@ forbetterorforworse the only thing worse than your job, is who you share it with. everyone knows that senior sales rep lee sohee is at the top of your list of grievances. so much so that you've been contemplating quitting. but when you wake up with a massive hangover and to a marriage certificate bearing both your names--well, you're not sure quitting is going to cover it.

The first thing you notice, even before many obvious others, is that it's cold. An unusual drop in temperature that makes the hair on the back of your uncomfortably craned neck stand at attention. One that raises rows of goosebumps on your flesh, dutifully marching upwards to poke their frigid scabbards at the underside of your jaw. An action which causes an inevitable reaction. Nose twitching, mumbling incoherently under your breath as you make a half-hearted effort to further cover yourself with your blankets, fingers curling gently around ... around, wait, wheres your blankets?

The second thing you notice is that this is not your table. Not the same color (god, you hate such a deep mahogany), the same build (though, you might hate whatever's happening in its structure more), nothing. It's a table. But certainly not yours. And whoever's table this is, you must say that it was impractical to sleep on. Or ... pass out on? God, your heads pounding.

The third is that like the table, this is not your apartment. And from what your bleary, sleep addled eyes can make out--it's not near your apartment either. A completely different district of the city, seemingly far, far, far away from the one you call home. Your only clue to your location is the fact that your work bag is strewn apathetically on the hard wood to your right, laptop unceremoniously, partially jammed underneath the large, beige couch behind you. Which raises the question of why you were on the table. Or rather, if it really was a one night stand with a stranger you met at the office party like you hypothesized--why the hell were you fully dressed on their coffee table?

Speaking of fully dressed, you definitely did not leave your house in a white gown. And is that ... a corsage? Oh god, did you end up going to some creeps house and drunkenly participated in their weird marriage fetish? Is that why you're passed out on the table? They were leaving you there to better kill you in the morn--what the hell is that?

The fifth and final thing you notice is a large, rather grandiose looking document underneath where your face previously rested. Its yellowed coloring has been somewhat muddled by smears of your makeup (and maybe a few, small stains of drool, not that you would admit it). It takes a blink, then two, then five until you can properly read the elegant, overarching script at the top of the page.

Marriage Certificate.

However, it's the several words underneath this refined title that you find to be much, much, much worse. So in cases like this, where you seem to be the subject of some sick prank orchestrated by your coworkers and nemesis--there's only one thing to do right? Pry your laptop out from under the couch, find an ethernet plug, log onto AOL and figure out what the fuck is going on.

Jung Sungchan must have lost his mind.

That's the only explanation. Jung Sungchan has lost his mind and somehow afflicted this hysteria to Lee Chanyoung. Because there is no way in hell that Lee Sohee would have ever gotten married on a whim. And certainly not to Ln Yn.

Because that in and of itself is so utterly preposterous, so out of the question that--is that a shoe? A high heel to get into specifics. A pointed, black kitten heel. One that Sohee knows. He can practically hear that grating, click-click-click just by looking at it. That specific noise which acts as the warning trumpets before the apocalypse. Or in his case, you.

For this pair of pointed, black kitten heels is one he sees almost everyday. They sit across from him at work, tapping endlessly on the aged carpet of the office floor. Occasionally they encroach dangerously close to his territory, kicked up and crossed on your own desk--just narrowly missing the body of his desktop. Sometimes he spots them dangling from a chair in his peripheral or swaying only to ricochet off the staff room kitchen cabinets. And it's this pair of pointed, black kitten heels that he has never seen you without.

(Well, except for that one Tuesday last January when you slipped on ice in the parking lot and broke off one of your heels. Clutching it loosely in your hand as you defeatedly skulked into the office, all teary eyed and devastated. Sohee committed it all the memory. After all, it wasn't every day that he got to see his nemesis down in the dumps. Every storm cloud has a silver lining, right?)

But all in all, what are the odds that a handful of different women own that same pair (high, he hopes). Although, he's never seen another pair in the office, or at least not this specific make. Anton teases him relentlessly about knowing the model of your shoes. But in Sohee's opinion, it's really not that odd of a thing to know. Not when you're committed to taking your enemy down ("Taking them off, more like it," Anton would snicker, earning a smack on the back of the head and a verbal scolding which would leave him with his hands raised and back at a ninety degree bow). Maybe one of his coworkers got inspired by how unbelievably annoying your shoes are. Maybe a stranger he came home with just happens to own the same pair. Maybe it's all just a not-so-happy coincidence.

But one shoe leads to another, which leads to a stray kitty keychain lost from it's usual place hanging on your work bag (but come on, anyone could have gotten that from a gachapon) which leads to a company lanyard (facedown, and no, Sohee is absolutely not checking) which leads to the living room, which leads to you.

Veil lopsided in your knotted hair, making an ugly descent down your bare shoulders before it pools at the open back of your dress (Or is that a rip? Oh god, what happened last night?). The fabric swallows you up at your hips, washing over his carpet in a wave of white. Swallowing everything in it's path underneath it's plush tyranny. The only splash of color resides loosely around your wrist, the red rose corsage pricking its thorns up your slender hand and drawing all of Sohee's attention to the shiny, diamond ring which resides sanctimoniously upon your finger. And then to the document clenched in your fist. And then, the look of abject horror stricken all over your face.

"What the fuck?!"

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note. maybe the AOL instant messenger texts was the friends we made all along. i know the font is all different shades of black. unfortunately i have become aware of it. will i fix it? maybe. probably not.

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