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OH MY GOSH!! FIRST OF ALL, I'M SO HAPPY THERE'S A NEW CHAPTER AND NOW I'M FUMING AND SAD AND WORRIED BECAUSE WHY THESE MFS CAN'T LET OUR PRECIOS COUPLE LIVE???

I'm so so so excited to see the next parts, but I fear my heart's going to break a little more. I just wish Seonghwa and Juhyun can live happily ever after, away from all these awful things 😭😭

As always, your writing and creativity amazes me, I love following your story!!! 💕

The third and final story in the 100-Day trilogy, taking place four years after the events of The 100-Day Relationship and two years since the events of I Do. When the patriarch of the Choi family suffers a heart attack, the entire clan decides to visit the estate in the hopes of getting in his good graces and parts of his fortune before he passes. Seonghwa and Juhyun now find themselves clashing with nosy relatives who threaten to split them up and have her removed from any possible inheritance.

Inheritance

Member: Seonghwa Pairing: Seonghwa/OC Genre: I’m going to say angst-fluff, drama, intrigue. Things to note: Art Curator!Hwa, a lot of crazy rich stuff again (for real, this will have A LOT), and perhaps some adult-y things.

Watch out!: More drama ahead. Marital arguments, hidden cameras because bitchy relatives and worse exes paired together make a horrible combination.

A/N: I'm so sorry this took so long. I kind of steered away from Kpop for a bit but I managed to unclog my brain enough to be able to write this chapter. Tag list is open as always.

Tag list: @kflixnet , @treasure-hwa

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Chapter 4

The news of the Choi patriarch’s death spread to the news outlets almost immediately, partly due to Daeyoung’s acquaintances at one of the newspaper outlets in both Japan and Korea. The article reporting of the death took up more ad space in the obituary section, much to Daeyoung’s liking. It led to Jongmin and Hyunwoo insisting that the wake and the funeral be held completely private, away from the prying eyes of the media.

“Choi Hyungsuk, the head of one of the country’s wealthiest families, passed away of natural causes this week. The chaebol is survived by his three children; Choi Hyunwoo, Choi Jongmin, and Choi Seonak, eight grandchildren, and three great grandchildren. The CEO position of the family’s company is now undetermined with the patriarch’s shares up for grabs.”

Hyunwoo put down the newspapers after reading the article that morning, shooting a glare toward his son, who seemed especially pleased with what he did over breakfast. “Did you really have to make this all a show?” He asked.

Daeyoung shook his head. “I didn’t write it that way, I just told my contacts the points that needed to be mentioned,” He said. “The shares grandpa owns are public information, father. In every country he’s got properties in.”

“You do realize that the country we have been living in has inheritance taxes, right? If anything, the only one squandering whatever money we have just so happens to be my only son,” Hyunwoo frowned. “Have those investors of yours been delivering on what they said they’d do anyway?”

“Father, you sound as if uncle Jongmin is the one who will get grandpa’s shares when we all know that you, the eldest in your family, will rightfully receive all of those, however much grandpa still owns in the company,” Daeyoung pointed out.

Hyunwoo knew his son had a point, but there was none in trying to explain how he honestly had no care for it. Hyunwoo was always more than happy to receive whatever he could for as long as he had a place in the company – he would always assure his family that having less of those shares meant having less of a burden. His wife, while relieved that he felt that way, always had that underlying concern that one day, Hyunwoo might see things from Daeyoung’s point of view, or even from Seonak’s point of view.

Despite Daeyoung’s insistence on flaunting their wealth, Hyunwoo and Jina knew that at the end of the day, they are still much better off now than if they got more. Jina, who also came from old money (her family owns one of the country’s major banks that have branches in several countries), knew to teach her children to be content and happy while striving for more purpose in the world. Both Hyunwoo and Jina had even questioned at one point if Daeyoung was really their son and not Seonak’s.

“I don’t think it’s the right time to think about the family business, it’s important to take some time to grieve properly, isn’t it?” Jina said while taking a sip of her tea. “We must all be present at the wake later, Eunhyung and the rest of the staff are making the preparations while we’ve done all we could for the rest. If there are reporters present, no comment as always.”

Daeyoung and Hyemin exchanged looks. “But, mom-” Hyemin tried to interject. “With all due respect, I think the people should at least know-”

“Know what, Hyemin?” Hyunwoo spoke again, making her sit up straight, falling silent. “They know what they need to know. There’s no other news. They’ve already brought up how my father’s shares at the company are up for grabs, that’s all the media circus this is going to get.”

Soohyuk, who had been quiet this whole time, excused himself and brought his plate and cup out from the dining area, passing it to the helper who was nearby and quickly went down to place it in the kitchen. Having heard what happened that drove Juhyun and Seonghwa to leave the estate and return to the city, Soohyuk returned to his room and packed his things. They were all set to leave the estate anyway until the day they would be called to return for the will reading.

He had grown to see how his own parents were from an early age, just by observing how Daeyoung treated everyone and how Hyemin was with her own group of socialites that married richer husbands. Soohyuk had also gotten teased for his family’s wealth, but, like his other aunts and his much younger uncle, he shrugged it off. Daeyoung and Hyemin never even knew that Soohyuk worked for a university newspaper and that he was becoming interested in one of his classmates, a girl named Rie Tachibana, whom he got to see in their philosophy and literature classes.

Soohyuk could only imagine what his parents would say if they found out that he had asked her out. He knew they would grill Rie much like how Daeyoung and Seonak rounded on Seonghwa and Juhyun during the dinner. He took out his phone and glanced at the door before locking it. He didn’t want to be disturbed, much less get caught for now. Maybe when he proposed to Rie, he could, but not for now.

He sat back down on the edge of the bed and tapped his phone’s contacts, to her number. Soohyuk took a deep breath and tapped the video call feature, seeing it ring. Rie’s sudden appearance on his screen nearly made him fall over in surprise.

“Hello? Soohyuk-kun!” She said with a smile.

“H-hi,” Soohyuk smiled back, hoping that his cheeks weren’t red.

“What’s up? I still have to revise that article I’m doing on the school’s cheerleading squad. I heard you’re in Korea, but you seem to be in some hotel?” Rie asked.

Soohyuk shook his head. “It’s the ancestral home, but not really,” He said. He looked down for a moment. “I admit, I just wanted to call you after what’s been going on.”

“Oh-oh yeah, I’m sorry about your loss,” Rie’s tone softened. “I’d visit you if I could. The funeral’s going to be there, I presume?”

“Obviously,” Soohyuk chuckled. “But I could arrange for you to come here if you’d like.”

Rie raised a brow. “That’s a weird way of asking me out. We had a nice time before.”

“Well that was before,” Soohyuk tried to sound cool. “We did agree to another date, didn’t we?” He said, hoping that he wasn’t smiling so wide.

Rie nodded. “Yes we did. When you get back, maybe we could have dinner again, without talking about the newspaper or homework or any of those lectures,” She pointed out.

“Deal,” Soohyuk nodded.

Rie nodded as well. “Must be nice to live like you, huh?” She said, looking a little wistful. “Don’t have to worry about a thing.”

Soohyuk shook his head. “It seems that way, doesn’t it?”

There was a knock on the door and Soohyuk could only wave at Rie before hanging up. He rushed to unlock and open the door and saw Sangmin come in, holding his gaming console. “Soohyuk hyung! Want to play some Mario Kart?” He asked.

Soohyuk shook his head. “Only for a little bit. I’m packing up to leave.”

Sangmin’s head tilted and he looked at the older male with slight concern. “You’re leaving too?” He asked.

“Oh, yes, yes, aren’t we all? Shouldn’t you be packing to go home?” He asked.

Sangmin nodded. “I already did it. I knew we were going to leave the moment Juhyun noona and Seonghwa hyung left the other day.”

Soohyuk let out an exasperated sigh. “Ah right. You think aunt Seonak drove great grandpa to his death?” He grinned.

The younger male laughed out loud. “I wouldn’t be surprised. So, Mario Kart?”

Soohyuk nodded. “Alright, grand prix, okay?” He said, following Sangmin out of the room. He would much rather focus on a confusing race track than have to deal with his own family at the moment.

While most of the public took little notice of the Choi patriarch’s passing, the news was arguably the most important among society circles in Korea. Many trust fund bachelors were already making bets as to which Choi family member would take the lead – as Juhyun’s father was the one in Korea and was therefore more public, he was the most obvious choice. Hyunwoo was second place. Seonak wasn’t given a passing thought given that she was based in Switzerland and hadn’t set foot in Seoul, more less Jinju, for years since moving to Geneva.

Even Seonghwa’s family was aware of what was happening, and in turn, sought to travel to the funeral hall where the wake was being held to pay their respects. Seonghwa’s grandmother, whom had viewed Juhyun’s grandfather as a best friend in recent years since their reunion, was especially saddened yet she wasn’t crying. Seonghwa knew this from seeing her take a lot longer to move to the side after almost every visitor paid their respects.

It was an all-black affair, with some of the men looking rather tired – many would compare them to celebrities getting into trouble with the law and are in the midst of a court case. Hyunwoo’s comparison was accurate – that the news of the patriarch’s death was followed by a media circus.

Some politicians – Hyungsuk’s old colleagues or peers – had even arrived to pay their respects and give their condolences to Jongmin, Hyunwoo, and even Seonak. While Hyunwoo and Jongmin were grouped with the tired celebrities in terms of looks, Seonak looked as polished as ever. Maintaining the bob she had not long after the passing along with a full face of makeup. Hyemin of course, took after her aunt-in-law in a freshly-styled hairdo and a full beat.

Juhyun, on the other hand, looked as simple as she had always been – unintentionally meeting the criteria of what was popularly constituted as “quiet luxury.” Seonghwa knew that she had only thrown on the first things she saw in her dressers. She watched the visitors come up to the front, approach the portrait of her grandfather, then leave, but not without passing all of them to greet them briefly before really leaving the place.

She wasn’t particularly close with her grandfather over the years. As far as she knew, she only remembered afternoons when he would take her to the local supermarket and buy her snacks to eat for school in the coming week. Juhyun also remembered summers when she was a child, watching him hover over the cooks in the kitchen, not to criticize their way of cooking, but to ask them about it. It wasn’t something her grandmother approved, but the cooks were grateful nonetheless. They would rather have Hyungsuk than her grandmother hovering over them.

Whenever her grandmother would constantly ask them to pose for photos, the same kind, Juhyun remembered, her grandfather would call her out on it.

“Again?! We just took a lot of photos a few minutes ago!” She remembered him often saying.

When her grandmother died, it was still quite a somber affair. But Juhyun remembered Seonak asking who stands to also inherit parts of her wardrobe. Being the only child on her side of the family, Juhyun’s grandmother basically had everything she could ever ask for and more. Naturally, Seonak got most of her wardrobe, including her jewelry. Those never saw the light of day unless she planned on showing off to her friends, which was almost every week.

The rest of the wardrobe, made up of pieces that Seonak didn’t like or thought was garbage, ended up with Eunhyung. Hyungsuk, of course, did not object.

It was a tense greeting when Juhyun and Seonghwa showed up that day of the wake. She only nodded in acknowledgment when Jihyun and Bin arrived, only for Juhyun to pull Seonghwa away when they planned to approach them. The conversation at the estate was still fresh in her mind, and Juhyun felt like she needed to stand her ground in deciding that she would not attend the wedding unless Seonghwa was invited too.

“Do you think they can change their minds about your aunt’s condition of letting them get married in Geneva?” Seonghwa muttered to her as they walked to the side, a little away from the growing crowd and clusters of people stopping to send their condolences.

“I wouldn’t put it past them, but,” Juhyun sighed. “At this point, I’m starting not to care. If they want to stick with that, then so be it. It’ll save us the time and effort to clear our schedules.”

Seonghwa reached down to hold her hand, lacing their fingers together. “But Jihyun’s your sister,” He said.

“But you are my husband,” She countered with a squeeze of his hand. “I married you, which makes you more important than them to me.”

Seonghwa felt incredibly moved, but it didn’t take away the bit of guilt he felt for Juhyun missing out on Jihyun’s wedding because of him. He also knew Juhyun had a point. They were now more important to each other than everyone in their immediate families. He kissed her cheek and pulled away to get them some water.

As he approached the water cooler to fill two cups, he suddenly saw Seonak making her way over to him. Seonghwa tensed up, trying to make this as quick as possible only for the older woman to stop him. “Seonghwa, hello,” She said with a smile.

“Hello.”

A small smile appeared on her lips. “How are you finding all of this? The frenzy surrounding my father’s passing?” She said.

It’s a trap, he thought. Seonak’s trying to find his weakness. He needed to be careful. “Somber. He was a good man to have many friends come and see him,” Seonghwa replied, trying to be as polite and as formal as possible.

Seonak nodded, taking one of the cups of water from his hand and taking a sip. “Walk with me, will you?” She said, gesturing to the nearby hall where there hardly weren’t any people.

Seonghwa could feel his heart pound as he agreed. The anxiety was growing as he walked alongside Juhyun’s aunt. The very aunt she hated, along the empty hall. Juhyun was going to wonder where he had gone off. He refused to say another word unless she spoke.

And Seonak did. “You know, you could imagine my surprise when I found out that everyone else was invited to your wedding except for me,” She started, taking another sip of the water that was meant for Juhyun. “That’s quite disrespectful, you know.”

Seonghwa reminded himself even more that whatever he said next, Seonak may use against him. “Sorry,” He said, still keeping it as formal and as polite as possible. He somehow had a feeling she was anticipating that he get down on his knees to beg for her forgiveness, that he’d squeal. Seonghwa knew not to explain any further and keep it at that.

“But then again, I suppose it might be out of shame that Juhyun settled,” Seonak said with a simper as they walked. “That girl could potentially have everything, including a high quality husband.”

“...Excuse me?” Seonghwa blurted out.

But Seonak only chuckled, as if expecting the reaction. “Juhyun settled with you. She never got it into her head that she could do so much better, aim much higher. For gods’ sake, she was nearly propositioned by the English nobility. We could’ve had a duchess in this family.”

“What?” Seonghwa was trying to wrap his head around what the older woman was saying.

Seonak sighed, giving him an apologetic look. “Why even waste your time trying to fit in, Park Seonghwa? If there is one thing you should know, even now that both my parents are gone, you will never be enough,” She said.

There it was, Seonghwa thought, as he noticed Seonak take a folded wad of paper out of her purse and handed it over to him. “What’s this?” He said.

“Something for you to think about. I know it’s already been a few years,” Seonak said. “But there’s still time to make things right, let Juhyun be where she belongs. It’s not too late.”

Seonak walked off, tossing the now-empty cup of water into the dust bin. Seonghwa could feel the weight come off him, like the dark cloud had now left and dissipated. He remembered that Juhyun would be looking for him right about now. If anyone told her they saw him walk and talk with Seonak, Seonghwa knew she was going to be curious.

He looked down at the folded wad of papers she gave him. A nagging thought was beginning to surface in his mind. Seonghwa hoped it wasn’t what he thought it was, while he slowly unfolded the paper. The words printed at the top only confirmed his nagging thoughts. To make things worse, most of the paper had already been filled out with both their names.

Application for Uncontested Divorce

The executor of Hyungsuk’s will announced that the reading would be done a month later, and everyone left for their respective homes. In the case of Seonak and her family, she opted to remain in the estate while her two daughters and son-in-law stayed elsewhere. The funeral was held just as quickly and as privately, a ceremony amongst the immediate family that made up the entire Choi clan. The three children of the patriarch had only permitted guests and visitors, to pay their respects at the wake. Seonak especially saw to it that not even Seonghwa’s grandmother was invited.

Despite the trying time for the entire Choi clan, Juhyun still brought herself to work. Being in the office served as a welcome distraction from the family members she had to tolerate.She insisted on showing up for work even if Seonghwa told her that it was likely going to be fine for her not to show up for that same reason. Her doing so shocked the employees and supervisors that were part of the new division she was put in charge of: Cosmetics.

A board meeting to discuss the upcoming cosmetic exhibition later, Juhyun returned to her office. Seonghwa was suddenly waiting for her, sitting on the couch. “Hey,” He said, standing up when she closed the door behind her.

“Seonghwa? What brings you here?” She asked.

He was suddenly unsure of whether or not to say it. While he wanted to always be honest with Juhyun, what Seonak proposed he do would only cause them both harm. “I just wanted to see you, how you’re doing,” He took her into his arms and kissed her forehead. “It hasn’t been long, how are you feeling?”

“Fine, really. I’ve had time to process everything. Oddly I’m not so sad,” Juhyun said, looking up at her husband. “What about you? You really worried?” She raised a brow, sensing something different.

Seonghwa smiled. “I need to talk to you about something. It’s about what happened during the wake,” He said, letting go for them to sit down again.

“Oh? What happened at the wake? Did aunt Seonak give you another condescending look?” Juhyun frowned.

He shook his head. “No, it’s something different, actually. She said you were nearly propositioned by an English royal,” He revealed. That much he could say for now, he thought. “Did it really happen?” He was curious.

Juhyun stared at him for a moment. “She said that to you?” and he nodded. “Did he, really? As far as I know, I was sitting next to the woman he ultimately proposed to.”

It was Seonghwa’s turn to be confused. “...What?”

“Lord Oliver Montague of Mayfair,” Juhyun revealed. “I didn’t think he would actually propose to me all those years ago. It was early in college, before Jihan took notice of me. I kind of helped him when he was lost in Sanary-sur-Mer during the summer break, and he thanked me by inviting me to his family home.”

Seonghwa took note of every detail she revealed about the man, unsure whether to feel insecure or not. “Was he handsome?”

“He was good-looking, I admit,” Juhyun said, her expression falling slightly the more Seonghwa asked. “But he was more than 10 years older than me at the time, he wasn’t going to wait to start a family if he proposed to me. The woman I sat next to, her name was Monique Rahman, she ended up becoming his wife. Now she’s Lady Montague.”

“You seem so up-to-date with Lord Oliver’s whereabouts,” Seonghwa noticed.

Juhyun shook her head. “Not really. He just sends me a message every now and then, telling me what he’s been up to. He’s happily married to this day and good for him.”

“Oh, oh good, good for him,” Seonghwa nodded. “Sounds like a good guy.”

She studied his reaction. “Seonghwa…I married you. Aunt Seonak is trying to get into your head the way Rebecca was trying to get into mine,” She assured him, voice low.

“I know, I know,” He replied. His mind was racing. All he could think about was the wad of paper that he tucked under his desk at the museum. “I mean, we could’ve both settled with them, right? But we settled with each other.”

Juhyun raised a brow. “What do you mean?”

There it was, it felt like there was no way to stop what Seonghwa knew he was going to say. Juhyun sensed it too. “I mean, had you settled for that British Lord, and I with Rebecca even if she was the one who left me, we would’ve turned out very differently, right?”

“Seonghwa,” Juhyun stood up. “Are you hearing what you’re saying?”

“Loud and clear,” He stood up as well, a sigh escaping his lips this time. “Lord Oliver’s proposal seems too good to be true to pass on.”

“But I didn’t get proposed to by him, Seonghwa,” Juhyun argued, shaking her head. “I didn’t. Didn’t you hear what I said earlier? Monique Rahman is Lady Montague, not me.”

Seonghwa felt like he was having a mental breakdown the more he pressed on the aristocrat. “You truly are fucking beautiful, you refuse to see that. No wonder you caught the attention of that British guy,” He said. He couldn’t help it. It was like trying to stop a leaking faucet but to no avail.

Juhyun was trying to wrap her head around the things Seonghwa was saying. “What are you accusing me of? You asked me about what Aunt Seonak told you, and I told you, there was nothing going on. I did say he was more than 10 years older than me, and he wouldn’t be waiting long to start a family if he proposed to me then and there,” She approached him and held his hands.

“Is that why you turned him down?”

She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. “Seonghwa,” She whispered. “I never had feelings for him. I didn’t look at him the way you think I did. And that was years ago, before I met Jihan. Why are you sounding like I cheated on you?”

Seonghwa sighed and rested his forehead on hers. “I can’t help but think that maybe you’re better off with someone who’s also old money like you-” He was cut off when she kissed him.

Juhyun felt her eyes welling up with tears that silently streamed down her face. She slowly pulled away, her forehead still resting on his. “I’m sorry my family’s like this,” She whispered. “I’m so sorry.”

That only made Seonghwa kiss her again. Juhyun didn’t have to apologize, and he knew that very well. But at this moment, he knew that he hurt her, just as much as he hurt himself. She kept whispering apologies as they lingered.

Juhyun felt like her heart was breaking. It felt like a wound being reopened for the whole world to see once again. She felt like no matter how much she tried to convince him, it wouldn’t do. She was just relieved that no one else was around, or at least overhearing this conversation outside. It was her idea in the first place to pretend that they were in a relationship. It was now making her think that had she not asked Seonghwa back then, things wouldn’t be this painful.

“It’s just as my fault for thinking that…” Seonghwa whispered against her lips.

“You wanted to find out if what aunt Seonak was saying was true,” Juhyun pointed out.

“I’m sorry too,” Seonghwa replied. “I’m so sorry too. You were right about your aunt after all.”

Juhyun nodded. “I know. She’s a real piece of work, isn’t she? She’s even tried to do that to every single niece and nephew she has, even her own kids. That’s her tactic.”

Just then, Juhyun and Seonghwa heard their phones buzz. It was an email.

Subject Line: Choi Juhyun x Park Seonghwa Hidden Camera

They glanced at each other, wondering whether or not to open it. Juhyun felt her heart stop when she went in to check the message itself.

Married couples should know better. Reputation’s in ruins once this gets out.

There was no signature, no indication of who it might have been. The sender of the message seemed like an automated one. Juhyun and Seonghwa viewed the video attachment. The video was mostly dark, yet it was in a familiar-looking room. The outlines of two people against the moonlit curtains of the room could be seen on the bed.

The sounds of a loud tapping soon filled the room alongside heavy breaths and soft whimpers. Juhyun and Seonghwa nearly dropped their phones as they immediately closed the attachments. Just when they thought it could get any worse.

#ff. p seonghwa

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Happy birthday, Saturno! Did you have a good day? Get a birthday card from Seonghwa apologizing for not being there in person for your day but hoping he can come around for another concert in the coming year?

Omg I've been so inactive here that I didn't see this notification 😭 thank you for the message!!! Yes, I indeed had a good day ❤ Seonghwa promised me he would come again for another concert!

#absentcaryatid #saturno inbox 🪐💌

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#21 years later.......

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I am soooo inactive here

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This one gives me crazy Ghibli vibes!!! It's so soft and sweet and calm and lovely 🍃🌸🍃 I really enjoyed reading it, you always know how to write men worthy of falling in love with

" 𝚂𝙾𝙾𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚅𝙾𝙸𝙲𝙴 "

Pairing: Kim Taehyung (V) x Reader

Word count: 1.6k

Genre: Fluff

Synopsis: Spending vacation together in a domestic way.

It so happened that when he called you to spend time with him during his leisure time in a little house in the countryside, you had to hide some of your contentment.

Changes have always been welcome to you, even though you find yourself more entertained in the big city, so not spending a lifetime away from civilization and actually just enjoy some time in a calm environment was simply a good idea.

You didn't feel bothered, you felt deeply thankful, because you couldn't have received a better invitation than this from the boy.

You were sitting on the floor working at the low wooden table in front of you, watching the long, thin door that divided the rooms slide to the side, seeing the dark haired brunette in light clothes watching you silently, despite the sudden entry.

You paused your reading for a moment to give him a serene look, waiting for any unpredictable comments.

"You came with me, but you only work, you don't have time for me, you don't spend the day with me." He said in a growl, but didn't change the neutral, emotionless expression that remained like a mask on his face, yet the way he rebelled was genuine and didn't faze you much.

You raised your eyebrows shortly thereafter, parting your lips to sincerely apologize.

"I hadn't noticed it was bothering you, I didn't want you to feel alone." You said calmly, redeeming to not add anything to his temper. "Tomorrow, I assure you, I won't touch those papers. Is that all right?"

He looked at you for a while, trying to figure out if the promise was real.

"Really?" You nodded, affirming with a slight smile, his chin puckered in acceptance with a nod. "You promised." He slammed the door shut, just as he had arrived.

You let out a small smile, going back to the papers in order to finish everything so you could have the free time you promised.

The next day Taehyung woke you up early, very early, because the sun had barely risen and there he was standing, you couldn't believe yourself how determined he was.

You found him while he was waiting for you in the kitchen, heading out to the back, the kitchen doors already wide open to a view of the backyard's cobblestone path.

"I didn't hear you complaining at any moment." He commented absently, leading the way towards the small building made of wood.

"I'm not afraid of chickens." You responded while brushing you hair out of your face as the morning breeze blew some strands in front of your eyes, holding the basket he gave you in your other hand. "I've lived in the countryside before, if you've forgotten."

"I remember you mentioning ducks, not chickens." He smiled, opening the hatchery door and waving a hand at some chickens that were scratching on the ground.

"Sometimes there was chickens as well" You waved to the same chickens, approaching those that remained seated. "Most of the time it was a very, very noisy rooster."

He chuckled, finding you as he turned around, seeing you stare at one of the sitting chickens.

"Are you trying to communicate with your eyes? That's not exactly how you make friends with a chicken, but I respect your methods." He pretended to take you seriously, holding the animal in both hands and pulling it out of its comfort, waiting for you to harvest the eggs it guarded. You picked them up, reaping a decent amount from most of them.

You walked up the cobblestone path to the kitchen, leaving the basket on the table. Taehyung washed the eggs and you dried them, putting them in the fridge, gasping in alert when he let one of the wet eggs slip out of his hand.

You stared at each other, then you both left a few laughs while the lazy dragging of Taehyung's flip-flops sang into the floor before he cleaned up the mess he'd made. You knelt beside him, helping him and finding yourself in a great mood.

"We both better take a shower, we must be smelling like chicken." Taehyung laughed with a disgusted expression in the face, nodding his head.

Taehyung went first, not accepting your protests and reaching the bathroom before you reached him, you waited long enough, noticing that his showers were longer than you thought.

You heard the bathroom door open and his footsteps run hurriedly to lock himself in the bedroom you shared, you laughed at the playful, shy gesture of him hiding from you before you could see anything.

You took all the time you thought you needed to wash yourself, considering the over-the-top shower he'd had, then you gone to the bedroom in desperate steps to imitate him, hearing his loud laugh echo from another room.

When you changed, you dried your hair and looked for him around the house, finding him sitting on the floor of the kitchen entrance, white shirt, light shorts, barefoot and messy damp hair while he stared at the floor or any corner of the kitchen, his fingers touching the toenail.

He saw you but didn't say anything, you approached quietly, sitting in front of him, a little distant despite not having to.

"The long time of the bath explains why you smells so good. I can smell it from here." Despite expecting a smirk, you only received a genuinely surprised look, but only slightly.

"You can?" His deep, relaxed voice asked without necessarily waiting for an answer, fading in the end.

His voice never went unnoticed, it was always noticeable no matter how he used it.

“I like talking to you." You told him, seeing he hadn't expected such a sudden comment.

“I like talking to you too." He said in no hurry, moving from fidgeting with his toes to sitting more comfortably. "But why the praise?"

“It wasn't a compliment." You answered, seeing his dark eyebrows tighten, almost disgusted. “It was a fact. My compliments to you would be a little different..."

His pupils expanded and glowed with curiosity, yearning for the words you still kept to yourself.

"What would they be like?"

"In a way, they wouldn't stop being facts either... Since nothing I admire about you is a illusion, nor is it fantasy." You explained, lying on your stomach, supporting your face in both hands. "Everything I see of you is real, I just make it a little more magical, in my eyes you can be charming like a prince, or tempting like a siren's voice, but I don't know how to explain it to you..."

His eyebrow jumped in amusement, his attention creating a certain strength over you, but it wasn't enough to intimidate you, you were calm, you were calm and collected, and there are only some few times when he would be able to unbalance your feelings about him.

"My voice, is that what you were thinking about?" He asked not too surprised, because he knew very well what you could praise him, and that was definitely his voice, however, his desire to be pampered was insatiable, and he knew that you would provide it to him very well. "Is that what you think of it?"

You smiled effortlessly, the comforting silence of it all almost bringing heat to your cheeks.

"Your voice is like a clean spell... Your intentions may vary but that doesn't change the fact that it continues to enchant all those who are lost to listen."

You saw his face finally redden, bringing back the memory that he is still the same person as always and not some demigod, maybe being so open could make him hold back, maybe it was a natural reaction, so you almost thought of sparing him of your ecstatic state if it wasn't for his unexpected pleading eyes.

"I have no interest in what I can do to others…" he insisted, which caused you a pleasant reaction instead of the embarrassment that it used to be common.

"It pleases me so much to see how much you long to know what I think of you..." You smiled while closing your eyes, stretching on the cold floor until your back touched the floor, arms stretched out and legs tucked in, opening your eyes and lifting your chin so you could see him.

You watched him a little longer, running your fingers through the strands of hair straying around your head.

"Every time I find myself in silence and your voice is the only thing I can hear, I have the impression that my head isn't working properly, I can hear your voice, but I don't understand what you're saying because I'm admiring you so intensely."

You confessed, closing your eyes again.

"When you talk to me, I feel like you're bewitching me, making me see only you and nothing else, you're the only one that matters, and when I realize it the only thing I can do is smile," You said almost contentedly, leaving the corners of your mouth rise freely. "Because I like it. And sometimes I imagine you singing to me, taking me down, sinking me into the sea, and I try to touch your face, you let me, you like to see me enchanted and completely in love, drowning in my feelings."

You heard him move, feeling his warm presence silently approaching. You opened your eyes, seeing his dark hair hanging down, his face above yours, searching for something for a few moments before his fingers landed on your cheek, lowering to lay his lips on yours.

You lifted your hands to find the back of his neck, feeling his lower lip press against your upper lip, staying there, gifting you with a slow, patient kiss.

Taehyung placed his hand on the floor again, intending to stay there for a while longer, not making much of a scene when you moved your hands from his neck to his back, going under his collar to stop on his skin.

He took your head and sat down, putting it on his legs, being able to hold your face in a more comfortable position and deepen the kiss.

The kitchen was silent for a long time, a long, long time.

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This one is sooo good, I've read it a thousand times already!!!!! Really, it's crazy good and I'm always 🤤🤤🤤 when I read it. I've come to love the Heathers musical because of it hihi

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𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨: 𝘒𝘪𝘮 𝘏𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘫𝘰𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘹 𝘍!𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

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𝘚𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴: You fall in love with the new student, he's a bad influence for you, but you've never felt better.

𝘈𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳'𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦: He's a jerk y'know, she's a jerk too, let's be honest. Teenagers doing teen drama in a classical high school cliché. Totally inspired by "The Heathers" (not the movies) and all of this JD and Veronica shit. Ah, the Camila Cabello "My OH My" song too...

The car insisted on making me crash into the walls, I wasn't very good at that stuff anymore, despite liking bumper cars, I didn't know how to drive them very well.

It didn't take long for everyone to start laughing, it was really embarrassing, I tried not to look around, ignoring the car that hit the back of mine, the guy in it contributing on making me more uncomfortable.

I saw the guy who was taking care of the carts approach and take me out of that situation for the second time, a smile stuck on his face.

"You don't seem to be doing very well...There are people wanting to get in, do you mind if you share the cart with someone...who knows how to drive the toy?"

I pulled the corner of my lips, my face burning with embarrassment, becoming so dispirit that I couldn't give the guy a single smile, not even a nervous one.

"I-I wasn't supposed to be alone, I know I can't drive, but they left me here, sorry to disturb you..."

"Can I do it then?"

I confirmed with a nod, seeing him walk away. Soon a guy entered the lane, his dark eyes finding my cart with a thin, sharp smile, intimidating in a certain way. When he got closer, he lowered his head, looking me in the eyes, I waited for any joke to come out of his mouth, because his smile didn't break with any new expression he could make.

"Thanks, lady, I was getting impatient from waiting in the line. Is it really okay if I drive it?"

I blinked a few times, agreeing almost automatically, standing up so he could sit in my seat.

"I'm terrible at this."

"I watched." He let out a short laugh, turning the cart around. I was glad to see it finally actually moving. "Why did you come then?"

I pursed my lips, looking at the audience on the side of the track.

"I came with some friends, one of them said she would be with me, but after we sat down she abandoned the car and left the track, saying that I could do it by myself." I looked for them around with my eyes, not at all surprised when I didn't find them anywhere. "They were there a minute ago, laughing. But I don't see them anymore."

His smile faded a little, but he didn't say anything about it, letting out an "oops!" and hitting the car near us, making me laugh.

"Are they really friends or is this just some kind of joke?" He commented in a malicious tone, looking at me quickly, letting go of the steering wheel at once to make the car behind us hit our back.

As we leaned forward with the impact, the boy with the black hair slicked back gave me a wide smile, his eyebrows jumping excitedly at what he had just done.

We let out a few laughs, he followed others with the car again, and I watched him do so.

"Colleagues I think... they invited me, I saw no reason to deny it."

The corner of his mouth tugged to the side, an unconvinced expression on his face.

"I hope you've seen it now."

I frowned, feeling good about his empathy, despite his intimidating appearance, he was being the best company for me that night.

I watched him for a while, following his smiles as he played some other joke around, looking at me to check if what he was doing was also amusing me as it amused him.

"What the hell?!" He exclaimed, catching my attention, but I only found more excitement on his face.

"What it was?" I asked frantically, looking around. "Are they after us?"

"No! They're running away from us!"

I let out a nasal laugh, looking at him almost in disbelief.

"What's your name?" I murmured, he didn't hear me well, so he put his hand to his ear, not taking his eyes off the track.

"I didn't hear you, cutie, louder."

I opened my eyes wide, blushing.

"Your name."

He smirked, tilting his head back a little, turning his face to look at me in a slightly mischievous way, carelessly letting go of the steering wheel, crashing us into the wall.

"Hongjoong."

His eyes were penetrating and his nose was perfectly sharp, he was also full of piercings in his ears, his eyebrow had two cuts across it and a piercing in the middle, he wore some rings and had an undercut too. Really interesting look.

Even so, his personality was a contrast.

And I fell in love.

[ ... ]

I closed my locker after taking out my things, avoiding meeting the girls who had abandoned me at the amusement park. In a way, it wasn't so bad, Hongjoong, who saw me leave the place alone, asked if I wanted to have ice cream, and so we continued the night.

Unfortunately, I was ripped out of my reveries the moment I saw my semester project glued on the wall without my consent. My ideas being stolen again.

"Why are you using my project without telling me? Why didn't you ask?"

I only received a dull look, the colorful makeup sicken my vision.

"I'm only putting it in because I was asked. But whatever, it's the classroom's project anyway, everyone wins."

I furrowed my eyebrows, clenching my fists.

"It's my project! Not the classroom's!"

"Listen, girl, stop being selfish, you think you're big shit." She said disgustedly, leaving me behind.

I hid my fist in my pants pocket, clenching my teeth and continuing on my way with a lowered gaze.

Was I selfish? Really?

My eyes widened in alert when a hand suddenly met the wall in front of me, an arm stopping me from going my way.

I studied the leather jacket for a few seconds before finding the relaxed face of the boy I had met the day before, his same hairstyle and piercings catching my eyes.

His smile grew with my astonishment.

"Scared you?" He tilted his head, moving closer.

"Hongjoong!"

"Surprise!" He laughed weakly, shaking his other hand.

I leaned against the wall, trying to move away from his proximity, feeling my fingers freeze with his sudden presence.

"Why are you here?"

Hongjoong smiled at my comment, clearly mocking my silliness.

"What else could I do in a school? Blow it up?" I was startled by his bad joke, shifting my gaze to the corridor, seeing some students looking at us weirdly. "I've been transferred. New city, new school."

"Ah... You're a new student..." I murmured, trying to move away, he noticed and walked away, putting his hands in his pockets.

"If my company bothers you, I can leave." He said in a despondent tone, already seeming disappointed with my reaction.

"No!" I exclaimed, pushing myself away from the wall. "I was just a little embarrassed."

His eyebrows arched, chin crinkling while taking a lazy look around us, finding nothing interesting.

"Ashamed of me?" He remained with his hands in his pockets, not seeming to understand at first what kind of embarassment I had felt.

I observed him completely, surreptitiously.

I certainly wasn't feeling embarrassed of him.

"I think you got it wrong. Don't be mad." I asked politely. "I need to hurry to class, but we can meet up later if you want."

Hongjoong looked at me slightly, turning and shrugging.

"Sure." He withdrew, strolling down the hall. "I'm not one to feel embarressed..."

I looked at him impressed, choosing not to answer him and go straight to my class, despite having the boy's voice stuck in my thoughts from the beginning of the class until the end.

In the end, I was dying to see him again.

Luckily, I actually did.

When everyone left for break, he was already waiting for me outside, hidden behind the door frame, pulling me by the wrist and finding me with a small smile.

"If no one's watching, you won't feel any embarrassment, will you?" He leaned toward me, softening his grip on my wrist.

"You almost scared me to death, Hongjoong! Is this a hobby of yours?" I adjusted the strap of my backpack, putting my hand on my chest, soon hearing him laugh lightly at my reaction.

"Aren't you going to show me the school?" He pouted, feigning sadness as his earrings swayed from side to side with every movement he made. "I feel so lost...I need your help."

I looked away from his provocative expressions, hiding a smile, I pretended not to notice his warm palm squeeze my wrist from time to time, so that I didn't have to ask him to let go of me.

"Of course I'll show you." I commented as I left little by little, looking at him slightly so he would follow me, this one unfortunately having to let go of my wrist, but remaining close enough.

We sat on a concrete platform, a little distance from the other students. Hongjoong supported his body weight with one arm behind him, holding a can of Coke with the other, watching me eat quietly, I watched random corners, not really knowing what to do.

"Oh!" He said, letting out an amused chuckle. "That's the kind of embarrassment you were talking about." He conclued satisfied, smiling.

I turned my face to look at him, unable to deny it.

"Y-Yeah..." I laughed nervously, noticing some students passing by and looking at us. "Why was it so difficult for you to understand?..."

Hongjoong looked at me disinterestedly, shaking the soda can as if it had become more interesting than the conversation.

"The other type occurred more." He wrinkled his chin, looking away indifferently, leaving the can aside when he took the last sip, now using both arms for support. "Do you always snack like this? Alone?"

The way he asked that certainly didn't make me confident enough to lie, but I felt like I didn't need to keep up appearances with him.

"I prefer it this way."

Hongjoong smiled wide, making your eyebrows jump.

"Took my advice, huh? Dumped them?" He waited for the answer anxiously, his black pupils shining for a moment.

"Not really. I just avoided them today." I watched his reaction in silence, not seeing him do anything other than lay his head on his shoulder and return the look, a gesture that lasted for a few long seconds until my face began to heat up.

"Don't look away." He said quietly, I turned my face again to find him still in the same position, relaxed as always. "I was enjoying."

I pursed my lips, taking another look at the boy, surreptitiously. It wasn't like I was that kind of person, but this boy...damn.

We looked at each other a little more, until the break was over.

Hongjoong rolled his eyes, huffing.

"Don't you want to skip class with me?" He extended his hand, as if the simple gesture could convince me. And he almost convinced.

"One of these days, maybe." I smiled, getting down from the platform and turning to look at his still very comfortable posture above. "You won't come?"

The boy glanced at the sky, a displeased pout on his lips proving his displeasure.

"I will." He crawled to the edge, climbing down from the platform. "But just to accompany you, I don't want to see that face sad." He smiled full of himself, tapping his index finger on my chin, leading the way, but stopping to look at me from the side and wait for me to approach.

"Thank you for your kindness."

His arm rested around my shoulders, staying there. I internally thanked him for the initiative, smiling a little, without peeking if he could see my happy face.

"I can be much kinder if you wish..." he whispered behind my ear, his face burying into my hair. I shivered for a moment, he noted, softening his fingers in his grip.

I remained silent for a few seconds, turning my face to meet his curious eyes.

"Are you free?" I said with all the courage I had, Hongjoong held back his smile, his eyebrows jumping in amusement.

"If that's an invitation then I'm grateful I'm no longer am." He spontaneously squeezed my shoulder, giving me a warm smile.

We slowly separated, waving and heading to different ways.

[ ... ]

It was our fourth date that week, but I didn't know if we were going too fast or this feeling was just a reflection of my lack of experience.

Hongjoong cornered me against the wall outside the small store where we bought our milkshakes, tasting his before wetting his lips and lowering his face, I held mine tighter, ignoring the fact that the cold plastic was starting to irritate my palm.

"You hold back too much... what are you waiting for?"

I frowned, taking time to respond.

"What you mean?" I murmured, letting my eyes roam over his face. "Do you want me to do something?"

His gaze dropped from mine to my mouth, and without leaving from the spot he put the straw back in his mouth, giving me a prominent roll of his eyes, raising his eyebrows.

"We both want something to happen, doesn't matter who does it...but I would appreciate it if it happened to be you." He smiled as he bit the plastic straw, walking away. "But not now." He reached for my hand, pulling me close to him and putting his arm around my shoulders, making us walk along the sidewalk.

"When?..." I asked quietly, hiding my shyness.

"Soon, princess, but not now." He repeated, tilting his head to look at me, using the unoccupied hand on my shoulder to gently scratch my jaw with his fingernail. I smirked, looking away and drinking some of my own milkshake, wrapping my arm around his torso.

In fact, I couldn't control it, his arrival in my life made everything start moving too fast, I was enjoying it and starting to ignore any moralism that forced me to slow it down.

We got into his father's car, parking on a random dark corner near a random place, then I saw Hongjoong lower his seat and lie down after locking the car doors.

He only needed to look at me for a few seconds until I was already sitting on his lap. His relaxed face waited for me calmly, fingers adorned with rings searching for my fallen hair, removing it from his view.

"Why are you holding back so much, my love?..." he murmured, his hands stroking my hair slowly, pleasurably. "Haven't you realized that you're already my girl?..."

"I am?..." I asked with my hands on the sides of his torso, watching a calm and soft smile form on his lips.

"Aren't you?..." he joked, his eyes thinning slightly. When his hands stopped caressing me, I let my lips press together in dissatisfaction. "If not me, who will it be?..."

I grunted low, squeezing his sides and feeling his fingers soften in my scalp again, I lowered myself to his face, brushing our noses before sealing his cheek and jaw, ignoring how loud my heartbeat got each time I got closer to his mouth. When I finally found his lips, his hand grabbed my shoulder, pulling me down, making me lie on top of him, deepening the slow and sticky kiss.

I moved my hand up his chest until I reached his neck, squeezing weakly, then I felt his hot breath hit my face and his hand left my locks to go down and squeeze my hip, moving up to my waist.

"We are perfect for each other." He whispered, pulling half of my shirt out of my pants. "You noticed that, didn't you?" He dragged his fingertips down my ribs, scratching my skin lightly, making me shiver from the caress. I stated, dragging my lips over his, giving in to any gesture he made.

I bit his lip and pulled it weakly, hearing him suck in air between his clenched teeth.

"Do a little more, beautiful..." he asked in a soft sigh, squeezing my skin with his fingers.

"Do you want me to pull your lip into my kisses?" I murmured, giving him a peck.

"I want you to use those teeth on me, love, bite me anywhere, everywhere...please do it, yeah?" He cupped my face, digging his thumb into my cheek, mimicking the up and down of his nails on my back.

I closed my eyes, leaning against his body with his touches down my shirt, his soft fingers sliding down my spine until they stopped at the curve at the end of my spine.

"I'll do whatever you want..." I whispered without looking for his eyes, holding his jaw to turn his face to the opposite side, scratching his jaw with a light bite.

I saw him smiling, eyes already closed to receive the bites he had asked for, sighing heavily as I nibbled on the sensitive area below his ear.

"Treat me like the good girl you are, okay?..." he whispered serenely, still with his eyes closed with his fingers running up and down my spine. "From now on, darling, I will call you mine. So don't think twice before calling me yours."

I raised my lips to his ear, his hand went from my face to the back of my neck, diving into the roots of my hair.

"Are you asking me to be your girlfriend?..."

Hongjoong opened his eyes, pressing his fingers into my locks just a little, still affectionately, removing the fingers that were caressing my back to hold the side of my face, making me look at him closely.

We looked at each other for a while, taking our time.

"I'm just asking for someone that's already mine..."

[ ... ]

I found the girl who caused me so much trouble.

"If you don't take my project off the wall and stop saying it's yours, I'll go to the office and inform the principal about your actions!"

The look of contempt she gave me was disgusting, as if I was a little rat which was just getting in the way.

"Is the crybaby going to go to the office?" She mocked, imitating me with a high-pitched, honeyed voice. "Go fuck yourself, we're already using your project, why don't you let it go?"

"Because it's mine. I'm not going to give a fuck!"

The young lady turned around in surprise, at first she seemed in disbelief, then she seemed amused by my attitude.

"Ah...now are you brave?" She pouted impressedly, moving closer until she was right next to my ear. "Are you going to run and tell the principal? Because if you do, I won't have any problems leaving the entire school knowing that you fucked that punk in his car on a dark, dirty corner, you bitch."

I furrowed my eyebrows in shock, shame and humiliation coursing through my veins.

No one could find out about this, they would spend the rest of their lives calling me a whore. How would they respect me? What would my family think of me?

"Oh!" She exclaimed happily, letting out a laugh. "So it's true? Did you guys have sex?" She laughed loudly, I pushed her into any corner, terrified. She continued smiling, amused by my despair. "You know, I had just guessed, saw the parked car and just assumed it could be the two of you..." she walked away, surrounding me with predatory eyes. "Who would have thought... you, of all people..."

"Shut up!" I growled, pointing my finger in her feline face. "I swear if you-"

"That's your choice. The project or your reputation?" She shrugged, slowly retreating. "Yeah, I think we're sorted."

I watched her walk away with cold fingers, my heart beating like crazy.

I was feeling so dirty.

Because of that, I suppressed myself, made excuses, walked away, and Hongjoong wasn't happy about it.

"Why are you ignoring me? Running away from me?" He followed me down the hallway, holding my shirt for me to stop. He could have been angry, irritated, but he didn't show that side, just confusion. "You said you weren't ashamed of me and now you do this? You want to see me suffer, is that it?

I looked at him with a negative wave, tired, even though I wanted distance, I didn't want to see him sad because of me.

"Just let me go for now..." I turned around, being pulled by his hand close to the wall, his palms cupped my face, staring at me intensely.

"I know you love me, that you haven't given up on me. So tell me what they did to you."

I held his wrists, not wanting to worst things up.

"Forget it." I tried to leave, but he refused.

"No." He emphasized, making me look at him again.

I sighed, holding the back of his head to steal a quick kiss from him, smoothing my thumb across his cheekbone.

"I'll tell you later, okay?"

Hongjoong agreed, staying silent for a bit before taking another quick peck from me, letting me go after a pinch on my waist, making me smile and making him smile too.

It was after that that the following week Hongjoong came looking for me in the library with a small but cocky smile on his lips.

He looked a little different that day, his hair was down and he was wearing a navy blue sweatshirt, almost black. But his essence remained the same, as he had only his hair down because I had done so earlier when we met in the corridor.

He confessed that he didn't like it very much, that it made him shorter. I laughed at that and praised him a little more, that was enough for him to let it go.

I watched him sit down next to me, catching his furtive glance from the corner of my eye.

"How did the tests go?" I started the subject by going back to the notes in my notebook, even though I knew he had something to talk about.

"I did well, of course." He shrugged, closing his eyes and raising his eyebrows smugly. I wasn't surprised, but I grimaced all the same. "And you?" He folded his arms on the table, laying his head down with a soft smile.

I sighed, lowering my head dramatically, I heard him laugh, so I raised my head again, looking at him boredly.

"I failed."

"I'll help you study, don't worry." He reached out, squeezing my hand.

I looked at him suspiciously.

"You? Help me study? Seriously?"

Hongjoong let go of my hand, shaking his in surrender, returning to using the arm to support his head.

"I swear this time I'm going to take it seriously. I don't want you to fail, that would be shit."

"Yeah, it would." I sighed, going back to studying, ignoring the fact that the boy continued to watch me with a smile. He used to do that, but the tension upon me started to bother.

I turned my head slowly, catching his gaze, remaining like that.

"I need to show you something." He commented relaxedly, still waiting for a response from me.

"Show me then."

Hongjoong put his hand in his pocket, taking out his cellphone, unlocking it and looking for something, dragging it on the table to my things.

It was open into a chat, an image more precisely. An intimate and explicit photo of a girl I had no way of knowing who was.

I looked away, pushing the phone back.

"Why are you showing me this? I'm...very intrigued. Really." I avoided turning my face, going back to flipping through my notebook as if I could still study after that, leaving a tasteless expression on my face.

I heard his short laugh.

"Amazing! You reacted exactly the way I imagined you would." He ignored the phone, only blocking it again.

I became discredited.

"You were simply testing me?" I frowned.

Hongjoong raised his eyebrows, looking at me slightly.

"Why? Are you jealous?" He smiled roguishly. I looked at him in disbelief.

"I could if there was any more reasonable motive for that?"

Hongjoong waved his hand, paying little attention to it.

"It's just a nude of the bitch that's been bothering you, love." He lay back down on top of his arms, snuggling.

I was silent.

"You didn't think about-"

"Why not?" He interrupted me, opening his palms. "Give her the same poison back."

I looked away, denying it.

"It's wrong, I would never do the same."

"I didn't say it needed to be you."

I caught his eyes quickly, his smile widened at my reaction.

"Let me carry the burden. It really doesn't hurt." He came near me, sitting closer to touch our shoulders, whispering even though we were alone. "You didn't do anything alone, you did it with me. If you don't have the courage to bargain for her silence in the right way, then I don't see any problem with me doing it for you myself."

I heard him as I closed my fists, feeling his head lay against me.

"I don't care about my reputation, but I want to protect yours. Don't you worry anymore, okay?"

I lowered my head, not having the initiative to say anything.

And it was at that moment that he knew I was saying yes.

[ ... ]

The project was mine again, simply returned to me when they decided to cancel the progress to represent the class.

It was pretty quick.

I was happy, really happy that no more people were taking advantage of me, but I remained nervous.

It was still early, Hongjoong wasn't coming for personal reasons, helping his father with work or something like that.

I sat down and paid attention in class, everything was normal, everything was calm... Out of my sight.

Whispers and gossip everywhere.

The class was definitely hating me, they knew that I was the cause of the work being cancelled, that they would be left without good grade. That they would run out of extra notes.

It was a few hours later that I noticed the murmurs, that I heard part of them.

I looked for her throughout the school and took her to the bathroom, there was no way she could get away from me, and she didn't even try.

"You told them!"

"Told them what?..." she leaned against the edge of the sink, tilting her head. "That you had s-"

"You had no right to do that!"

"But that was our deal, honey!" She exclaimed, showing irritation for the first time. "You made your choice! You! Now the whole school knows, but it's your fault!"

"What would you think if the school also knew about your nu-"

"Do it!" She screamed, startling me for a moment. "Everyone will know that you did this because you hate me! You always have! And on top of that, you're a coward! You didn't have the courage to threaten me to my face! You told your boyfriend to do it."

When the palm of my hand was already against her face, my wrist was grabbed at the same moment, and wanting to return the gesture, she threatened to hit me in the face, but we ended up with both of us holding each other's wrists.

"Nobody will believe it. My face can't be seen in the picture." Even though she murmured arrogantly, I saw fear in her eyes and hated myself for feeling pity.

"You will regret this. For stealing from me, for using me, for pretending to be my friend and defaming me."

"The school now knows nothing but the truth..."

I pushed her away from me when the siren sounded, heading out into the hallway, unfortunately having to go back to class.

I have never felt so ashamed, so humiliated. Even the teachers looked at me with pity.

Why pity? What have I done of so bad to make them look at me with so much pity?

I returned home late in the afternoon after putting up with the teasing, finding nothing but very well-informed parents.

I got my ass beat up.

They prohibited me from leaving my room, from seeing Hongjoong, from using my phone or computer. But that wasn't the problem.

I cried. Of course.

I cried with hate.

I swore my whole life to be a good girl... for this.

I waited until after midnight, to them I was sleeping, I was bored, with nothing to do but lie down. It never crossed their minds that I would do something like that, that I would run away.

But there I was, walking with hard, fast steps, the early morning cold throwing my hair back and drying my lips. I was burning, burning with rage.

This was so wrong and I knew it.

I invaded his room, not expecting to see him sleeping at that hour, he had his phone to his chest, he must have been awake for a while but he ended up falling asleep, perhaps out of tiredness. That's why his window was still open.

Hongjoong's hair was tangled, strands falling over his forehead and others up, without earrings or rings, he was wearing a one-band large shirt and shorts, his sheet was wrapped around his legs.

I calmed down just a little.

Just a little.

I approached, standing next to him in silence, taking the phone from his fingers and placing it on the side desk. His eyelids moved a little, then he woke up lazily, taking time to understand the situation, looking at me dazedly.

"You scared me." He muttered in a choked voice, quickly wiping his eyes. "How did you manage to come here and why? What happened? I have a lot of questions. Why haven't you answered my messages?"

"You won't get any of the answers you want now." I whispered, watching him straighten himself.

"Why?" He supported himself on his arms. I climbed onto the bed, sitting on his lap. "Ok, I see..." I wrapped my arms around his neck, bringing my face closer to his. "My poor girl came to seek comfort..." he murmured bashfully, brushing our lips. "It's okay, I'll take care of you, my love..."

His hands went up my sides, welcoming me with affection, his soft smile hiding a natural perversity. I clutched his shirt in my hands, clenching my jaw.

"I don't want you to take good care of me."

Hongjoong tilted his head, not reacting until he let out a roguish smile.

"Are you upset?"

I pushed his chest so he could lay down again, adjusting myself on his hip.

"I'm more than upset." I took off my hoodie, throwing it on the corner of the bed, ignoring his surprise. "Only you can do this for me, Hongjoong... So help me, love me all night until dawn."

The boy smiled mischievously, sitting again to squeeze my naked torso in his hands.

"How can I say no to you, hm?" He stroked my neck, distributing wet kisses as he moved my hair out of the way, gathering it in his other hand, holding it weakly. "Tell me what else you want me to do to you, alright?" He scratched my skin with his teeth, sliding his tongue in afterward.

I breathed heavily, placing my hands on his shoulders before moving my hips against his, feeling his hand instantly tighten my hair and his breathing quickly stop.

"I want you to hold my hair tight like this." I gasped, tilting my head back. "Hold me tight, kiss me hard, I want you to moan loudly, Hongjoong."

I rubbed myself against his lap more times, enjoying the rotating rhythm that brought relaxation to my body.

"You're so beautiful." I pulled his body close, starting to pant and hear his satisfied grunts. "Don't...you understand how much I want from you yet?"

"I know very well... my angel." He whispered in my ear, squeezing my hips, pulling and thrusting faster, resting his chin on my shoulder.

The next thing I knew, I was hugging the boy, letting him rhythm my hips with more and more force, our moans coming out loose and uninhibited, his trapped hands sinking into my skin while mine grabbed his short, spiky hair.

"So good...So good...give me more." He moaned against my mouth, sucking my lips eagerly. I followed his sly murmurs, laying my head in the crook of his neck before ripping his hands away from me when I was already feeling euphoria dominate my body. "Don't do that..." He hugged me again, thrusting his hips up when I stopped moving on him.

"I'm going to give you a little more, baby, let me go..." I moved away, getting off his lap to take off my lower pieces, watching him do the same until he was only wearing the large shirt, welcoming me again with a kiss on the cheek. "Don't hold back at any point, that's not what I want you to do to me."

"I wouldn't dare go against your wishes in any way." He played with serene eyebrows, panting when I slowly fitted him in, closed my eyes, moving down until I found his hips again. I pressed his lips tightly against mine, unable not to move very quickly, moving up and down, dancing around him. "Ah, fuck..."

I hugged him tightly as his movements increased, taking my hands to his back, sliding my fingers under the hem of his blouse and inside. His hand found my hair, grabbing it tightly, I groaned from the pain, but I liked it enough. "I know you can do more, cutie. Show me." I raised my head, closing my eyes once again and doing what he asked me to do, he let out some weak moans, digging the nails of his other hand into my thigh. I sucked in air between my teeth, clawing his back in an impulse to return the gesture, hearing an "argh" escape from him and a less than happy expression, but consequently a drawn-out moan.

"Don't treat me badly..." He murmured with his lips wandering over my jugular, mouthing the area between the curve of my neck and shoulder, squeezing his teeth and letting go of my skin when I let out a loud, tearful gasp, then licking the area. "Your nails will leave beautiful marks on my back..." he warned quietly, helping me continue the ups and downs when I could no longer do it alone. "I'm returning the favor..."

I continued to feel his bite mark, letting my eyes wander to any corner of the room that wasn't his greedy eyes.

"As you should." I whispered against his face, holding it to take his lips to my lips, he giving in before I even tried to explore his mouth, letting himself fall back on the bed, hugging my torso enough to press my chest against his.

We went into ecstasy, interrupting the clumsy kiss with the last satisfied cries, panting heavily with each lazy thrust that followed until we both no longer needed it.

I came back from the state of euphoria against his neck, being laid down next to him cautiously, his arm around my torso still keeping me close to his body, but far enough away for us to be face to face.

"I'll take care of you. Never doubt that..." He gave me a light smile, resting his hand on the side of my face.

I nodded, holding the soft fabric of his clothe.

"Where is your father?..." I asked, noticing his lack of concern, as he didn't want to lock the bedroom door or hold back for a moment to keep quiet.

"He went drinking, didn't come back 'til now..." he shrugged, calmly. "Nothing new." He combed my hair back, wrapping his finger around the strap of the only piece I hadn't removed. "Why were you upset?"

I explained to him what had happened, letting him take off this last piece of underwear I had left, receiving comforting kisses on the collarbone area. I caressed his hair, taking my time taking off the large shirt that still hid his torso from me.

"I'm sorry, princess." He ran his fingers down my belly, looking at me with some pity in his gaze. I placed my hands on his jaw, making him pay attention.

"Don't feel sorry for me."

Hongjoong stated, resting his arm next to my head, staring at my face above me.

"How can I make up to you then?"

I looked at him for a few seconds and by the thin smile that appeared on his face I knew that he had seen my intentions.

"End that bitch's life, baby. For me, please?" I pulled his face, pecking the corner of his mouth, receiving a weak but evil laugh.

"As you wish, love..." he sealed my lips a little sleepily, holding my thigh next to his hip. "It will be an honour."

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