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[mellowwillowy]

Yan! Best Friend x GN! Reader

There was a notorious bully in your class, a beautiful self-entitled nepo bitch who only knew how to smoke and pissed her off. You on the other hand were far from the luxuries your classmates lived in, just someone trying to survive with the high school scholarship you received from the government.

You had always wondered why she didn't target you who were obviously a soft prey instead of one of the many rich girls. You wondered for a year until you finally realized the answer.

It was when you almost got yourself into trouble with her. She threatened you that you would be her next victim and you boldly declared that she wouldn't even though you weren't completely certain of your reasoning.

That you understood her.

"You are just envious of them. Of how lonely you are and how loved they are instead."

In short, the bully, Im Seonmi, was just a petty child who didn't want to see other kids happy from what she couldn't have. The warmth from their parents, the acknowledgment they received, and the support that they needed.

It was almost just as simple as that, that you noticed how this bully was actually smart and a lonely bitch, made her fall for you. She knew what she was getting herself into and paid no mind to what it might lead to. Even if she couldn't put the feelings she felt in a word, she still craved for you. To have you.

The friendship between you two bloomed and now she was ready to squeeze her way into your school life, uni life, career life, and even your marriage life. You would not notice how she had steered your life for forty years until it was too late.

[mellowwillowy]

Your beloved supermodel came in with a cut to her lip. Your beloved... super...model.

"Chloe!! What happened to your face?! A model's face is a model's life!"

Your girlfriend closed her ears while trying to dismiss you away, "I tripped and fell, cut my lip in the process."

You looked at her doe-eyed, even if that was the fact, her blue eyes seemed very distant almost as if she was trying her best to make up a lie. You noticed some of her manicured nails lost the acrylic nails and her elbow was bruised purple.

Your hands went to her face, forcing her to look at you right in the eyes, "Chloe, what happened? Why are you lying to me?"

Your girlfriend's lip twitched, her pupils darted across the room as her voice shook, "... Well... I can't really tell you..."

You nodded and dragged her to your studio's couch, sitting her there while you went to grab an ointment.

She stayed silent the whole time as you rubbed it on her elbow, eyes fixated on how diligent you were applying it. It reminded her of the old times when she would be the one who rubbed ointment on you, chiding you for not fighting back the bullies as her acrylic nails were all gone, dug into their flesh. It reminded her just how delicate you were when she looked at your open wound, bleeding, and red, in need of stitches.

She wished she could lick and taste it without being weird but all she could have was bandaging it and driving you to the nearest hospital with her expensive car. Expensive. Her whole existence had always screamed expensive while you were far from it. The two of you often wondered why you guys were in this relationship. How you guys were even together.

Come to think of it, it was the supermodel herself who was intrigued by you, bored to death by how monotonous her life was, and she found you, a rat. A rat and a cat, she would often think to herself.

"... now I'm starting to think like that old hag..." Chloe mumbled thoughtlessly, unaware of the fact that you were listening. But you didn't make any comment. You knew well who she was referring to and opted to not dig deeper into her wound, her bruised elbow. Purple with resentment.

Chloe wished you would never take after the latter fate and stayed forever with her as her lover.