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jeonsdear · 7 years ago

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It’s you - (IV)

↬ Parts: I , II, III, V, VI, VII , VIII , IX ,X, XI

↬ Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader (oc: female)

↬ Genre: college!au, soulmate!au, fluff, angst, smut, noona!reader

↬ Rating: sfw

↬ Warnings: loveless relationship

↬ Accompanying song: HENRY 헨리 ‘It’s You’ (Live Ver.) (check out the spotify version too!)

↬ Notes: Hey! Here’s the fourth part. Hope you enjoy, loves. And please let me know what you think, that’s a great motivation for writing - and I love talking to you. Likes and especially reblogs are always appreciated ♡ — English isn’t my first language so excuse any mistakes

↬ Word Count: 1.8 K

When you are not fed love on a silver spoon you learn to lick it off knives.

Starting your senior year at college you promised yourself to make the most of it. But after watching your best friend taking her boyfriend Jungkook for granted and your own soulmate drowning in despair, you find yourself caught in a web of lies and heartbreak. How can you believe in love when the one destined for you doesn’t want you?

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You woke up to strong limbs wrapped around you and a hot breath tickling your neck. Through your half shut eyes you noticed the sunshine filling your bedroom but most of your brain was occupied with coming to terms why you were so hot. Hot and comfy.

With a silent groan you squirmed in the hold but it had the opposite effect – the limbs around you tightened their hold on you and your sleepy brain just decided to shut your eyes once again. This was way too tiring that early in the morning.

It took a few minutes for the memories to slowly come back to you and the little whine next to your ear was undeniable coming from Jungkook. Right. He had shared his secrets with you last night. Cried in your arms. At some point you both had almost fallen asleep so you proposed for him to stay over, not quite expecting for the boy to join you in your bed twenty minutes later.

“Can I stay with you?“ “Yeonseo isn’t here you can take-“ “Please Noona“

And you had nodded and watched him climb into your bed, shuffling under the covers and turning onto his side facing you. You hadn’t minded. You still didn’t. Not at all.

You kept your eyes shut while you thought about how you both had fallen asleep facing each other and now woke up tangled up in long limbs. Jungkook’s breath was even, still deeply asleep, and you couldn’t stop the shiver running down your back when you felt the softness of his lips slightly brushing against the sensitive skin of your neck. Unconsciously he nuzzled his face further into the crook of your neck and you noticed how one of his legs were caught between your own. When you slowly turned on your back, his arm that was wrapped around your waist fell down to rest on your stomach and the fingers of his hand came to rest on your rips. Slowly opening your eyes and carefully turning your head, you came face to face with a sleeping Jungkook.

Fucking adorable.

His lips slightly parted he looked younger than he had last night and the little curve upwards of his lips made him look peaceful. Happy even.

You only noticed you had lifted your hand to gently stroke his cheek when he sighed and nestled into the palm of your hand.

“Please don’t wake up“, you whispered and didn’t dare to move. This felt too good to have it taken away from you. You wanted to lay here for the next few hours, bathing in the warm sunlight and just watching the sleeping boy next to you. Skinship wasn’t something unfamiliar between you and Jungkook. But this right here felt way more intimate. Not only because you both were cuddled up in your bed but because both of your bodies had quite obviously sought each other’s contact in the night. You couldn’t blame this on the boy. You must have moved towards him as well seeing how intertwined your legs were with his. And what the hell was your free hand doing just now? Your eyes fell on your fingers that rested on the small patch of tan skin where his shirt had ridden up, just above his waistline. You really meant to move your hand, really. But your thumb started stroking the soft skin.

With a groan, Jungkook suddenly moved and pulled you towards him, right into his body. A warm hand found its way under your shirt on your back and the other wrapped around a thigh of yours and lifted it up over his hips.

You started to panic, thinking he had woken up, but a look into the face that was only inches away from yours confirmed he was still asleep. So you started to relax and close your eyes to sleep a little more.

Jungkook was a big cuddler. He always had been. He loved feeling someone else’s warmth and the steady beating of their heart. He loved holding someone. But he also loved being held.

So waking up and feeling himself wrapped around a soft female body filled him with content. He wasn’t really surprised either, your body fit perfectly against his bigger one and all your soft curves complimented his hard edges. Jungkook had noticed before how he liked having you in his arms, and he tried anything he could. Honestly, he was surprised you weren’t complaining. A hand on your arm here and there, back hugs while waiting for your Starbucks order. He just loved touching you and he was trying not to think about why.

Why ruin good things when he could just enjoy them?

Your uneven breathing told him you had woken up and he could feel your eyes on his face when you shifted in his arms so you were laying on your back. His fingers laying on your ribs twitched and he was trying not to pull you closer and give himself away.

He would scare you. He was quite sure of it. As soon as he opened his eyes you would feel embarrassed. So he kept you believing he was still asleep.

His attempts were in vain when he could feel your thumb rubbing just above his waistline and goosebumps erupted on his skin.

The groan coming out of his mouth was unintentional and he pulled you back into him, forcing your limbs to wrap back around him.

This was more than nice. The skin under his hand that was resting on your back, under your shirt, was soft and warm and the weight of your leg thrown over his hips felt safe.

Jungkook felt safe.

Last night he had felt so vulnerable. And little. Like he was that small boy again he had been when his family fell apart.

If you hadn’t held him, he mused, he would have fallen apart.

And you didn’t even know.

Jungkook could feel you slowly drifting off to sleep again and he dared to open his eyes. Long eyelashes rested on your cheekbones and the cute pout of your mouth made him smile. Inhaling deeply, he realized how nice your scent was. He felt the urge to bury his head back into the crook of your neck. Or your hair.

But Jungkook stayed right where he was and just enjoyed the calming atmosphere.

With his girlfriend, he only found himself in bed with when it was about sex. She didn’t like sleeping together.

Actual sleeping.

Of course Jungkook knew she liked him for his body and his easy going personality. Contrary to your belief he was well aware. But as he had confessed last night: he was trying to keep himself alive. So he had chosen her over his soulmate.

It wasn’t like he had lied to you. No, Jungkook had meant every word. But he never mentioned how he wished he could choose his soulmate. The thought of having her hurting broke his heart and ever since he had turned eighteen and had started to feel her he cared. He cared for her and he hated his mother for taking this away from him. Hated himself for not being strong enough to fight for his happiness. But he wasn’t that strong.

With a sigh, his hand rubbed over his chest where he could feel his heartbeat and started to focus on the connection to his soulmate.

She was calm. Maybe even asleep.

Jungkook didn’t know whether his second piece was even Korean, he had no idea about the time zone she was in, so all he could do was assume.

Thoughtful eyes rested on your relaxed face and Jungkook couldn’t stop the thought how he imagines his soulmate to be like you. The emotions he was used to feeling through the connection reminded him of your energy. And that made him feel even more guilty.

He couldn’t hold back the sigh and his heart felt heavy but he didn’t let himself linger with these thoughts in his mind. They were way too dangerous.

So carefully, not to wake you, he entangled himself from your body, fighting against the urge to cuddle back against you. But eventually he was able to climb off the bed and blinked against the blinding sun shining into your room. On the way to the bathroom he realized that his girlfriend hadn’t come home, and suddenly all the peaceful feelings disappeared while dread settled in his stomach. The tiles were cold under his bare feet and he could hear you turn in between the covers, but the knowledge of Yeonseo in another man’s bed had him in a chokehold. This wasn’t an open relationship, even if they had agreed on not viewing this as permanent. Jungkook really did wonder how he could have such little respect for himself, but he had turned a blind eye to her random hook-ups for quite a while now, not wanting to risk losing her.

A dark chuckle escaped his lips as he bent down over the sink and splashed ice cold water on his face.

Suddenly he heard a loud gasp from the bedroom and he was about to smirk, expecting you to be awkward about his sleepover, but your scared exclamation of his name had him running down the hall into your bedroom.

“Noona?“, he asked and your wide eyes snapped up towards him. Your hand was placed on your heart and your breathing was uneven, brows furrowed and fear shining in your eyes.

Fear and confusion.

“Jungkook I-“

“What?“

You were scaring him and he moved towards your rigid form on the mattress, sitting down next to you and grasping your arm.

“I-I…I can’t-“, you whispered with tears swimming in your eyes and you shivered at the emptiness you felt in your heart. In your entire being.

“I can’t feel him, Jungkook.“

Jungkook felt his eyes widen and his words caught in his throat – because even he knew what that meant. But that wasn’t possible, right? It couldn’t be real.

“Are you sure? He isn’t just…sleeping?“

Jungkook could have sworn that he felt your pain in this very moment, the way your heart broke and deep pain filled your heart. He still was holding your arm and he could feel you tremble while he pulled you towards him, offering you comfort and a place to hide.

“No. No Gukie, I can’t feel him at all. His presence is gone.“

You felt your lips tremble and the first sob escaping before the tears fell freely.

“My soulmate is dead.“

Speaking out loud the truth, you broke down in Jungkook’s embrace. No longer able to handle the pain and the emptiness that had settled in your bones, you cried.

You cried.

And you cried.

Until no tears were left and Jungkook’s own tears had dried on his cheeks.

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coruscorp-blog · 7 years ago

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DEAR, MR. ( MATTHEW KANG )

We are pleased to have you back for another year as an UPPER SECOND YEAR STUDENT at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. We sincerely hope your classmates in GRYFFINDOR treat you well.

I. EARLY YEARS

born to an eccentric herbologist couple, matthew grew up surrounded by magic, funny plants and lots of love. though his parents were both born to south korean parents, his mother grew up in the united states and his father, in england – but they met ten years ago when both of them were working for an herb vendor located in london. his father, who was a hufflepuff at hogwarts, traveled all over the world to search for new plants to discover and to assess the properties of magical plants that haven’t been studied thoroughly. his parents lived in a rural home in the middle of a canadian forest with their five-year-old daughter for some time, trying to locate a mysterious plant native to the area; this was where they found out about their second child.

a few months before matthew was born, they decided they’d like to move to a bigger city; they found a small townhouse in toronto and moved into a muggle neighbourhood, and then settled down for a few years as his father works on studying plants in the area.

a loud child with a hyperactive streak, matthew has always been a bit of a handful compared to his mild-tempered older sister, chloe; while enrolled in muggle-populated public schools in canada, he tended to get himself into trouble for talking too much, passing notes in class, climbing trees in the schoolyard – basically anything he could get up to that he believed his classmates would find funny. he took on the ‘class clown’ role, and in middle school especially, he felt the pressure on him to be that light-hearted and fun-loving popular kid��who could make the rest of the class laugh – which often landed him in detention and made his grades suffer… to his parents’ and teachers’ chagrin.

his parents always thought, well – he’s the offspring of wizards, perhaps he’s just restless because of the magic pent up within him? they held hope that once he went to ilvermorny, the american school where chloe was enrolled and where his mother graduated as a thunderbird, he would have an outlet for his magical powers and would, eventually, settle down and become… at least manageable.

II. ILVERMORNY

this, however, wasn’t the case. he did go to ilvermorny – and was sorted into thunderbird, just like his mother – but if anything, he got more energetic and rowdy. for his first two years, he played on thunderbird’s quidditch team as a beater, and was the instigator of all kinds of shenanigans. his professors found him tiring to deal with, but charming at the same time; most of them remembered his mother and her sweet but fiery nature, and were able to pacify their annoyance with matthew wtth the hope that he would turn out to be a good student in his later years, just like his mom.

his holiday breaks and summers were exciting – any time he got to go back to toronto, he was happy. he had many muggle friends in his neighbourhood who missed him when he was away for what he told them was just 'a really awesome boarding school in massachusetts’. though he’d made wizard and witch friends too by now, matthew still had a lot of muggle friends and acquaintances from his neighbourhood in toronto – so he often spent his summers playing outside, staying out too late and making his parents worry more than he should have.

matthew remained very happy for a long time. he continueds attending ilvermorny and embarrassing his older sister at school, while honing his magical abilities ( despite not doing very well academically. )

but though he came back every summer, he never noticed there was something wrong at home; oblivious and happy just to be together with his family and friends, he didn’t sense that growing tension and the bad energy between his parents, the tired circles under his father’s eyes or the forlorn, unhappy looks his mother casted out the window. they didn’t want matthew to know – he was still a child. he was only home for such a short period of time and they could at least keep the illusion for that long, right?

III. WHEN EVERYTHING GETS FLIPPED-TURNED-UPSIDE DOWN

it’s the summer after matthew’s fourth year at ilvermorny, that everything spirals. the day matthew returns for the summer, he comes home to a strangely empty-feeling house; his sister, who already graduated the year before was quiet on the drive home but matthew’s chatter filled the silence and he didn’t notice how her knuckles were white on the steering whaeel or the worry lines creasing her forehead. had he noticed, maybe he would’ve been prepared to find his dad waiting for him in the house alone.

when he first hears the word 'divorce’, he thinks it’s some weird muggle thing. his dad explains to him the concept of falling out of love and all of these fluffy words but as matthew stands still in the living room, he just wants to know why his father is talking about his mother’s feelings and thoughts as if she can’t tell him herself. matthew cuts him off mid-sentence – why are you talking like she’s not here? where’s mom? is she at work? – and even when his dad and sister explain where he is, he can’t process it.

he finds out later that apparently, though it was her idea to settle down in the city at first, she had grown tired of her surroundings. she felt trapped by this muggle neighbourhood, their tiny townhouse and everything; she said their father was too obsessed with his work and she didn’t feel the love in their relationship anymore. in the middle of an argument, she had taken the floo network out of their fireplace one day and though their father caught the destination she shouted as she disappeared – a korean word, apparently the name of a restaurant in her hometown – he never bothered trying to find her again because he always figured that if she wanted to be with him, she’d just come back. she never did.

fourteen-year-old matthew is deeply wounded; he demands, for a while, to know the name of the place she disappeared to but his sister doesn’t know and his father refuses to tell him. he storms out of the house and spends his time kicking things around and venting to his muggle friends who, of course, don’t understand what the hell a “floo” is but they understand the meaning of divorce and are able to give young matthew some comfort, or at least distraction. matthew doesn’t speak to his father or his sister for a few weeks while he’s at home, blaming them for not letting him try to find his mom, blaming them for letting her leave without saying goodbye.

it’s midway through summer that matthew gets even more bad news, the cherry on top of the shitty cake: he has to move away. without his mother’s help, his father has reached a dead end in his research in canada, and in order to make enough money to sustain their family he has to find another job – but there’s nothing left here except mindless muggle jobs, which he doesn’t have enough experience in to actually land; the only option left is to move away from the townhouse and back to his old neighbourhood, the wizarding community in london, england. there’s a small herb shop there with a shopkeep who knows matthew’s father well; according to an owl letter he’s received, he has a guaranteed job there if he can take over the store.

when matthew’s father tells him that they have to move to europe, forcing him to transfer magic schools to hogwarts in scotland, matthew at first thinks it’s a joke. it’s not, though; his hands ball up into fists and his eyes well up with tears as he realizes he not only has to say goodbye to his muggle friends this summer, but since he’s transferring before his fifth year, he doesn’t get to say goodbye to his ilvermorny friends, too.

he begs and complains and bargains for days, but there’s no use. his father writes back and forth with hogwarts and they make the arrangements to help him move, due to his special circumstances they are able to set up a late sorting before he starts at school, and luckily the curricular at ilvermorny and hogwarts is almost exactly the same so he doesn’t even have to do any studying over the rest of the summer. but it still sucks, and matthew tries to find ways to get out of it, to no avail.

a few weeks before the beginning of his first hogwarts school year, they move into his father’s old house in england, and matthew meets his paternal grandparents for the first time. they’re nice, but stuffy and traditional and without his mom around, matthew feels like there’s a warmth missing from their house. it hurts – he keeps expecting her to come back, but their new house doesn’t have a fireplace. he pesters his father – does mom know where we are? how will she get back? – but he only gets vague answers and uncomfortable looks from the family.

he decides, without telling anyone, that, somehow, he’s going to find a way to floo himself to where his mother is and bring her back. he’ll break into a neighbour’s house to use their fireplace if he has to, he thinks… once he finds out the name of his mother’s floo location.

IV. THE ( WANNABE ) FRESH PRINCE OF HOGWARTS

though matthew is stubborn about it at first – he’s sure that he’ll hate hogwarts – he finds that he really likes it after the first few days. he meets some nice students on the train to hogwarts ( many of them are really confused about how an older-looking student hasn’t been sorted yet, they think he’s a really tall first-year until he explains his situation ) and after being sorted separately before the big first-year ceremony, he makes friends at the gryffindor table almost instantly. though he attracts some attention for being new and “american” ( he corrects them and says he’s canadian all the time, but not many people pay attention to the difference ) he gets along well with the other students and manages to blend in pretty quickly. some professors understand his situation, and some remember his father from his hogwarts days; making it easier for him to ease into his new school life.

in the summer after his seventh year, he comes home to his father’s house one summer to find a strange new lady living there named lisa. matthew tunes out the explanation – by now he’s tired of coming home to find out that his life keeps changing. couldn’t you send a letter to warn me this time? he demands in anger, then slams his bedroom door shut. he avoids talking to this lisa, who apparently is supposed to be his step-mom, for the whole summer. next year, he still avoids her over the christmas holiday. the summer after that, he ignores her for the whole summer but manages to have a few conversations with her towards the end of his holiday. she tries to be nice to him, but he sees her as evil for trying to replace his mom and he sees his father as a traitor for not waiting for his mom to come back anymore.

in his upper years, matthew is studying a wide variety of things because he has no idea what he wants to do in life – he pretty much only likes watching quidditch (he’s tried to get on the team, but he never makes it for various reasons), messing around with friends, and napping in class. most people in his family expect him to go into herbology like his dad, but when asked what he wants to do in life matthew typically gives one response: literally anything but herbology.

at hogwarts, he still keeps up that class-clown nature, although now it comes with a bit of an edge; though he still likes to make people laugh, he’s developed a bit of a temper that most likely comes from his not-so-repressed anger at his family. he’s quick to make friends and for the most part, he’s well-liked, though he takes any kind of offense against him personally and likes to hold grudges. he’s a good person though, and a good friend to many – he doesn’t like to be taken seriously, and it shows.

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20smthngrp-blog · 7 years ago

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( LEE MIDORI, 22 )

Name: Lee Midori Date of Birth: 1995/10/15 Occupation: Unemployed

SPARKNOTES:

Daughter of two psychologists, raised in a normal and loving home, with two dogs and a goldfish. Lee Midori was raised normal, one could say, well-adjusted even. Now what went wrong? Something must have happened as she grew up. Why else would she be this… eccentric?

Her parents saw no flaw in their average and normal life. After all, normal is what most people aspire to be. But ask Midori and it’s a different story.

Normal has nothing interesting to bring to show and tell. Normal always has her parents show up to recitals. Normal has birthday cakes every year. Normal comes to school with her hair combed neatly. Normal gets the gold star all the time. Normal gets ditched after school. Normal doesn’t get invited to parties. Normal eats alone every day. Normal can’t ride the see-saw. Normal doesn’t complain. Normal cries by herself. Midori was tired of being normal. And the last thing she wanted is to be forgotten.

Year after year, she took careful, calculated steps to shy away from normalcy. Nothing drastic for her parents or peers to notice right away, but significant enough to slowly distinguish herself. And distinguish herself she did. A little lie never hurt anyone, a few more won’t either, right?

Do you think Midori would really travel the world? Do you think Midori really stole those sunglasses from the mall? Midori doesn’t really look like her parents now that I think about. Midori stole the answer keys and posted it online, what a hero! Midori skipped class to be with an older, married man. I wonder what Midori would do next. I wonder who Midori would do next. Just a few months from graduating high school, normal was the last thing Lee Midori was known for.

By the time she was in college, she was living the life she wanted. All the lives she wanted. One night she’s a struggling actress looking for a good time, on another she’s a model on a break, and sometimes, she’s a writer adopted as a baby, now looking for her real parents. Ask someone, and they’ll say she’s a law student, ask another and they’ll say she’s a struggling artist, ask Midori and she’ll say she is whatever you want her to be. None of it were true, but who cares? Everyone lies these days.

Soon enough, things were falling into place. Her nocturnal activities were becoming routinary, the faces familiar, and things were becoming… normal

One Lee Midori, in the middle of finals week, packed her bags and took the first flight out of the country. She fled like a prey being hunted. It was easy to get her parents to let her stay in a foreign country. Just there mere mention of fatigue and burn out made them agree. After all, their sweet, normal daughter had always studied diligently and obediently.

A year later, twenty two year later Lee Midori found herself standing in the busy streets of Itaewon after months of exploring the country. The faces were never the same, the places to go changes every few months, and the music turned up so loud she couldn’t hear herself worry. It was perfect. For now.

She plunged head first into the scene and every time she stepped out of her apartment, she was somebody she had never been and never have to be when day breaks or when the music stops. She didn’t care what happens after, because in reality, it wasn’t her fault.

And as she sat by the window of her apartment, every morning, Lee Midori relished in the fact that she got what she wanted. Somewhere out there, someone remembers the night before. They probably don’t remember, but they will never forget.

FREEFORM:

(I) Lee Midori was born to an American and a Zainichi Korean psychologist couple in Sapporo. They raised their one and only daughter as textbook-standard normal as they could. And to their delight, Midori did grow up normal, with her two St. Bernards and one chubby goldfish.

(II) Her parents think normalcy was the best gift they have given their daughter. In fact, you’d think it is because who doesn’t want to be normal? Most people aspire to be just that. But one young Midori saw normal as a label stuck on her pretty little forehead. One that people stirred clear from.

(III) She spent her younger years being well-liked at first. But being raised in a loving home by parents who never fight and pets who are too well taken cared of to die, Lee Midori was frustratingly normal. No, that’s not what her classmates say, the word is too complex for them to come up with. The word they oh so craftily whispered was boring. Because of that, she rarely gets invited to play dates, walks home alone, eats by herself, and never gets to ride the see-saw.

(IV) She tried to talk to her parents about it but all she got was an encouraging advise of ‘be yourself’. She believed them the first time, that normal was good. She wasn’t going to make the same mistake the second time. They were wrong. She could never be herself.

(V) Lee Midori observed people more carefully, taking notes of their expressions when they thought no one is was there, looking over their shoulders as they write small notes on the corner of their books, conversations in the ladies’ room, by the staircases, and in the shower room after soccer. And as if she discovered the secret of the universe, Midori’s eyes were opened to the ‘abnormal’ yet - obviously - effective mechanism that her parents never dared introduce to her: LIES.

(VI) It turns out everyone is a liar, and everyone gets away with it. Liars even get invited to parties. Liars laugh loudly during lunch and flirt with seniors after school. Liars ride at the back of the bus with the the popular kids. Liars meet with other kids during weekends and go to the beach. Liars has friends that they talk to until midnight. Liars pretend to have dead cats and gets invited to group dates. Liars never eat alone. Liars are happy.

(VII) It always starts small, and then it got bigger. It started with her classmates, then her teachers, then her parents. Soon enough, she had to lie to herself too. And before she knew it, Midori was the biggest liar of them all. Everyone knew who she was, but no one knew who she really is either.

(VIII) Midori made friends, but they were all too drunk on the attention or too into themselves to peel through the layers and layers of cheered-on misdemeanor and celebrated bad behavior that enveloped the girl underneath. Perhaps if any of them had asked her straight forwardly if any of the things she says are true, she might actually tell the truth.

(IX) She was living on top of the world during her university days. She became anything and everything she wanted to be. Her parents’ academically excelling daughter, her friends’ party animal, a stranger’s fantasy, another’s hidden desire, and some married man’s potential mistress. To Midori and the world, the truth is subjective. Everything and nothing is true. Who cares? Everyone lies these days.

(X) If there was one thing she hated, it was normalcy sabotaging her happiness. She began to notice that things were falling into place. Her life was becoming routinary, and suddenly she knew everyone in the streets, in the clubs, and in the apartment complex. In the middle of finals week, after a perfectly executed breakdown via phone call to her parents, one Lee Midori packed a suitcase full of clothes and took the first flight out of the country.

(XI) She arrived in South Korea in a few short hours and began a mindless exploration of the country, joining group tours and taking pictures to show her parents that she was unwinding and trying to get better for her return.

(XII) A year has passed and Midori found herself standing in Itaewon. She stood motionless, as she gazed at the bustling street fascination and excitement, every day there were different faces, the cafes and restaurants changes every few months, and the noises, it was music to her ears. Itaewon was perfect. For now

(XIII) She immediately calls her parents and tells them that she was starting to feel better, that she was looking into programs in nearby universities but nothing is certain yet. They tell her to take her time and to call them if she needed anything. It didn’t take long to find a new apartment in the area, and it didn’t take long for Midori to be, well, other people.

Her parents saw no flaw in their average and normal life. After all, normal is what most people aspire to be. But ask Midori and it’s a different story.

Soon enough, things were falling into place. Her nocturnal activities were becoming routinary, the faces familiar, and things were becoming… normal. One Lee Midori, in the middle of finals week, packed her bags and took the first flight out of the country. She fled like a prey being hunted. It was easy to get her parents to let her stay in a foreign country. Just there mere mention of fatigue and burn out made them agree. After all, their sweet, normal daughter had always studied diligently and obediently.

A year later, twenty-two year old Lee Midori found herself standing in the busy streets of Itaewon after months of exploring the country. The faces were never the same, the places to go changes every few months, and the music turned up so loud she couldn’t hear herself worry. It was perfect. For now.

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