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γ β€οΈ γ βββ βOVE iN THE AiR
κ°μ π―οΈ γYou never believed in love at first sightβthat kind of stuff felt fake, too good to be true. Then you met Heeseung. It changed everything. But falling for a famous idol while you're just a flight attendant? Not exactly a fairytale. Now, somewhere between takeoffs and landings, you both have to ask: was the love you found above the clouds worth holding on to when you land?
π ππ§π«π βββ strangers to lovers β fluff crack angst α α roller coaster of emotions .α smau ββ idol + flight attendant au
π°ππ«π§π’π§π β’ β’ this is a revamp . . . some poorly written parts β‘ weekly ( mayb a lil more ) updates ά’ β’·
πππ π₯π’π¬π π send an ask or comment >α΄<
βββ π΄ π«ROFiLEZ γβ’ β uncs & riki | β flight or fight
OO1. ???
OO2. ???
OO3. ???
γ β€οΈ γ βββ βOVE iN THE AiR
κ°μ π―οΈ γYou never believed in love at first sightβthat kind of stuff felt fake, too good to be true. Then you met Heeseung. It changed everything. But falling for a famous idol while you're just a flight attendant? Not exactly a fairytale. Now, somewhere between takeoffs and landings, you both have to ask: was the love you found above the clouds worth holding on to when you land?
π ππ§π«π βββ strangers to lovers β fluff crack angst α α roller coaster of emotions .α smau ββ idol + flight attendant au
π°ππ«π§π’π§π β’ β’ this is a revamp . . . some poorly written parts β‘ weekly ( mayb a lil more ) updates ά’ β’·
πππ π₯π’π¬π π send an ask or comment >α΄<
βββ π΄ π«ROFiLEZ γβ’ β uncs & riki | β flight or fight
OO1. ???
OO2. ???
OO3. ???
γ β€οΈ γ βββ βOVE iN THE AiR
κ°μ π―οΈ γYou never believed in love at first sightβthat kind of stuff felt fake, too good to be true. Then you met Heeseung. It changed everything. But falling for a famous idol while you're just a flight attendant? Not exactly a fairytale. Now, somewhere between takeoffs and landings, you both have to ask: was the love you found above the clouds worth holding on to when you land?
π ππ§π«π βββ strangers to lovers β fluff crack angst α α roller coaster of emotions .α smau ββ idol + flight attendant au
π°ππ«π§π’π§π β’ β’ this is a revamp . . . some poorly written parts β‘ weekly ( mayb a lil more ) updates ά’ β’·
πππ π₯π’π¬π π send an ask or comment >α΄<
βββ π΄ π«ROFiLEZ γβ’ β uncs & riki | β flight or fight
OO1. ???
OO2. ???
OO3. ???
γ β€οΈ γ βββ βOVE iN THE AiR
κ°μ π―οΈ γYou never believed in love at first sightβthat kind of stuff felt fake, too good to be true. Then you met Heeseung. It changed everything. But falling for a famous idol while you're just a flight attendant? Not exactly a fairytale. Now, somewhere between takeoffs and landings, you both have to ask: was the love you found above the clouds worth holding on to when you land?
π ππ§π«π βββ strangers to lovers β fluff crack angst α α roller coaster of emotions .α smau ββ idol + flight attendant au
π°ππ«π§π’π§π β’ β’ this is a revamp . . . some poorly written parts β‘ weekly ( mayb a lil more ) updates ά’ β’·
πππ π₯π’π¬π π send an ask or comment >α΄<
βββ π΄ π«ROFiLEZ γβ’ β uncs & riki | β flight or fight
OO1. ???
OO2. ???
OO3. ???
γ β€οΈ γ βββ βOVE iN THE AiR
κ°μ π―οΈ γYou never believed in love at first sightβthat kind of stuff felt fake, too good to be true. Then you met Heeseung. It changed everything. But falling for a famous idol while you're just a flight attendant? Not exactly a fairytale. Now, somewhere between takeoffs and landings, you both have to ask: was the love you found above the clouds worth holding on to when you land?
π ππ§π«π βββ strangers to lovers β fluff crack angst α α roller coaster of emotions .α smau ββ idol + flight attendant au
π°ππ«π§π’π§π β’ β’ this is a revamp . . . some poorly written parts β‘ weekly ( mayb a lil more ) updates ά’ β’·
πππ π₯π’π¬π π send an ask or comment >α΄<
βββ π΄ π«ROFiLEZ γβ’ β uncs & riki | β flight or fight
OO1. ???
OO2. ???
OO3. ???
NDDDD WE BACKKKKKKKKKJ
γ β€οΈ γ βββ βOVE iN THE AiR
κ°μ π―οΈ γYou never believed in love at first sightβthat kind of stuff felt fake, too good to be true. Then you met Heeseung. It changed everything. But falling for a famous idol while you're just a flight attendant? Not exactly a fairytale. Now, somewhere between takeoffs and landings, you both have to ask: was the love you found above the clouds worth holding on to when you land?
π ππ§π«π βββ strangers to lovers β fluff crack angst α α roller coaster of emotions .α smau ββ idol + flight attendant au
π°ππ«π§π’π§π β’ β’ this is a revamp . . . some poorly written parts β‘ weekly ( mayb a lil more ) updates ά’ β’·
πππ π₯π’π¬π π send an ask or comment >α΄<
βββ π΄ π«ROFiLEZ γβ’ β uncs & riki | β flight or fight
OO1. ???
OO2. ???
OO3. ???
broke my silence helloβοΈβοΈβοΈ
γ β€οΈ γ βββ βOVE iN THE AiR
κ°μ π―οΈ γYou never believed in love at first sightβthat kind of stuff felt fake, too good to be true. Then you met Heeseung. It changed everything. But falling for a famous idol while you're just a flight attendant? Not exactly a fairytale. Now, somewhere between takeoffs and landings, you both have to ask: was the love you found above the clouds worth holding on to when you land?
π ππ§π«π βββ strangers to lovers β fluff crack angst α α roller coaster of emotions .α smau ββ idol + flight attendant au
π°ππ«π§π’π§π β’ β’ this is a revamp . . . some poorly written parts β‘ weekly ( mayb a lil more ) updates ά’ β’·
πππ π₯π’π¬π π send an ask or comment >α΄<
βββ π΄ π«ROFiLEZ γβ’ β uncs & riki | β flight or fight
OO1. ???
OO2. ???
OO3. ???
lou imiss u ok come backtome
β’ HI QUEEEEN i miss u tooπ₯Ήπ₯Ήsorray skl has been hittinf me like a truck but i am cominf back to u yo pull up π₯ΉβοΈ (alsi i lobe ur theme ok its peak)
hi new mootie !! i was going through your masterlist and saw you made "wrong number" and i remember reading that not long ago so yay !! + i love it so much >_<
β’ HII new mootie omg i love all ur works ND UR THEME PLSSSS its so beautiful im foaming at the mouth (ΛΆΛαΛΛ΅)
pretty when you cry Λα―½ άΛ PSH
in which . . . every life you take is precise, every lie perfectβbut now the one man who once held your heart stands before you, a loaded gun in your hands, your finger trembling over the trigger.
βπΊππΊ π½πΎπ ππΎπ && ββ I'm stronger than all my men ,, except for youββ
;; @ βou β assassin! f reader & psh (1227 %%)
The night wind tugged at your long dark hair as you stood on the balcony, finally stealing a moment for yourself after a day full of requests and names on slips of paper.
You were the regionβs most sought after assassinβflawless, untouchable, and never once missing your target. Cold, ruthless, unflinching.
Most of your targets were menβfilthy, arrogant men who mistook their power for invincibility.
All it took was a bat of your lashes, a slow smile, and they were undone, convinced you were theirs to claim.
And if seduction alone wasnβt enough, you had another weapon: tears. A tilt of your chin, glassy eyes, the tremble of your mouthβand suddenly they were telling you not to cry, murmuring you were too pretty to cry.
That was always the final mistake. Because by the time pity softened their gaze, by the time desire had them in chains, youβd already slipped your finger around the trigger.
Your beauty was the trap, your sorrow the snare. And every time, it worked.
But then your phone buzzed, the glow of the screen shining through the night. One glance, and your breath caught in your throat. Your eyes widened at the name, at the request stamped in cold, bolded letters.
Park Sunghoon.
This wasnβt just another target. This was the boy who had once been your everythingβthe only one whoβd managed to melt the ice in your heart, the only one you had ever let close enough to touch the real you.
Your breakup had been a disaster. You still remembered the way you fell to your knees, begging him not to leave you in this cruel world alone.
But he had turned away anyway, despite the way his own eyes brimmed with tears. He had found out about your side βjobβ, about the blood on your hands, and said he couldnβt love a murderer.
You had tried to hide it, to keep that dark secret tucked away, but secrets always demand the light.
And his final words still haunted you, echoing like a curse. He had bent down, thumb brushing your tears as his gaze broke apart.
βYouβre pretty when you cry.β
And then he left you in that big, empty house, silence closing in like a coffin.
Even now, you longed for him in secretβhis presence, his warmth, the safety he once gave you. But tonight, your orders were clear. The universe had given you a cruel assignment.
Park Sunghoon was no longer yours to love.
He was your next kill.
The city was painted in rain that night, the kind of night that blurred everything until it felt unreal.
You watched from the shadows of the rooftop, the scope of your rifle glinting against the drizzle. Your finger hovered near the trigger, steady as always.
But this time, you werenβt steady inside.
Because it was him.
Park Sunghoon.
He moved through the street below, shoulders hunched against the rain, hands shoved into his pockets like he was just another stranger in the city.
But you knew himβevery line of his face, the way his jaw clenched when he was trying not to cry, the exact sound of his laugh when he forgot the world.
You should have taken the shot. Clean. Quick. Just like every other time.
But your body betrayed you.
Instead, you followed him.
The alley was slick with rain, the smell of wet rain mixing with the faint hint of cigarette smoke.
Dim light flickered from a broken streetlamp, casting jagged shadows along the walls.
He was thereβleaning against the brick, hands shoved into his pockets, coat collar raised against the chill. The faint glow of a lighter sparked as he lit a cigarette, the flame briefly illuminating his face.
When you stepped into the alley, your boots echoing against the wet ground, he lifted his head. In that instant, years collapsed into seconds, and the world outside the alleyβeverything you thought you knewβceased to exist.
βYn,β he said, voice low, roughened by rain and longing.
βSunghoon,β you breathed, the word trembling out before you could stop it.
His eyes searched yours, glassy, unreadable. βI knew itβd be you.β
You froze. βWhat?β
βThey donβt send anyone else for me,β he said softly, almost like a smile, almost like a wound. βOf course theyβd send you.β
The weight of your gun pressed heavy against your side under your jacket, a cruel reminder. You could feel your fingers trembling, though they never had before. Not once. Not for anyone.
βDonβt make me do this, tell me you want to live..β you whispered, voice breaking.
He leaned back, gaze never leaving you. βHm you were always good at pretending, yn. But I see it. You still love me.β
The silence between you thickened, heavy, dangerous. His last words echoed through your mind, the ones that had always undone you, the ones that still made your chest ache.
Youβre pretty when you cry.
It was why you had always cried with your targets, letting the tears fall and the sobs tremble through youβsoft, helpless, irresistible.
You had weaponized his words, used them to bend others to your will. And yet⦠every time, beneath the act, your heart still ached for him.
Every lie, every kill, every performance of fragility carried the faint pulse of longing that he alone had awakened.
Even now, standing here, facing him again, part of you wanted to throw the gun aside and run straight into his arms. The rest of you⦠kept the trigger ready.
Tears slipping down your cheeks as your finger hovered over the trigger.
For the first time in your life, you didnβt know if you could pull it.
Your grip on the gun faltered. Your tears blurred his face, but you could still feel his eyes burning into you.
βYn,β Sunghoon said, voice low, almost gentle. βIf youβre going to do it, do it now. Donβt drag this out.β
You shook your head, a broken laugh slipping past your lips. βYou think I can? After everything?β
He reached for you, fingers brushing against yours. The contact was electric, cruel.
He had once been your salvation in a world that thrived on your destruction, and now here he was, standing before the trigger.
βI never stopped loving you,β he murmured. βBut love doesnβt change what you are.β
Those words sliced deeper than any blade.
Your chest rose and fell with ragged breaths, your body trembling. Every instinct screamed at you to drop the weapon, to run, to fall into his arms and let the world burn down around you.
But you were an assassin. And assassins donβt get happy endings. They don't get what they want.
You lifted the gun.
His lips curved into the faintest smile, so heartbreakingly soft. βPretty when you cry,β he whispered.
The shot echoed through the alleyway, drowning out your sob.
He slumped back against the brick wall, eyes fluttering shut, that faint smile still lingering as though heβd been waiting for this all along. As if he knew this was going to happen.
Your hands shook as the gun slipped from your gripβfalling to the ground. The world went quiet besides your silent sobs. βIβm pretty when i cryβ¦?β you whisper to yourself
And for the first time in your career, you felt the weight of your own heart kill you, too.
β’ β. π Λ authors note :: hii imo itβs been a while so i js decided to work something up (Λ΅Β΄ο½₯βο½₯`Λ΅) ! Iβve been OBSSEDED with pretty when you cry by lana recently idk y el o el
pretty when you cry Λα―½ άΛ PSH
in which . . . every life you take is precise, every lie perfectβbut now the one man who once held your heart stands before you, a loaded gun in your hands, your finger trembling over the trigger.
βπΊππΊ π½πΎπ ππΎπ && ββ I'm stronger than all my men ,, except for youββ
;; @ βou β assassin! f reader & psh (1227 %%)
The night wind tugged at your long dark hair as you stood on the balcony, finally stealing a moment for yourself after a day full of requests and names on slips of paper.
You were the regionβs most sought after assassinβflawless, untouchable, and never once missing your target. Cold, ruthless, unflinching.
Most of your targets were menβfilthy, arrogant men who mistook their power for invincibility.
All it took was a bat of your lashes, a slow smile, and they were undone, convinced you were theirs to claim.
And if seduction alone wasnβt enough, you had another weapon: tears. A tilt of your chin, glassy eyes, the tremble of your mouthβand suddenly they were telling you not to cry, murmuring you were too pretty to cry.
That was always the final mistake. Because by the time pity softened their gaze, by the time desire had them in chains, youβd already slipped your finger around the trigger.
Your beauty was the trap, your sorrow the snare. And every time, it worked.
But then your phone buzzed, the glow of the screen shining through the night. One glance, and your breath caught in your throat. Your eyes widened at the name, at the request stamped in cold, bolded letters.
Park Sunghoon.
This wasnβt just another target. This was the boy who had once been your everythingβthe only one whoβd managed to melt the ice in your heart, the only one you had ever let close enough to touch the real you.
Your breakup had been a disaster. You still remembered the way you fell to your knees, begging him not to leave you in this cruel world alone.
But he had turned away anyway, despite the way his own eyes brimmed with tears. He had found out about your side βjobβ, about the blood on your hands, and said he couldnβt love a murderer.
You had tried to hide it, to keep that dark secret tucked away, but secrets always demand the light.
And his final words still haunted you, echoing like a curse. He had bent down, thumb brushing your tears as his gaze broke apart.
βYouβre pretty when you cry.β
And then he left you in that big, empty house, silence closing in like a coffin.
Even now, you longed for him in secretβhis presence, his warmth, the safety he once gave you. But tonight, your orders were clear. The universe had given you a cruel assignment.
Park Sunghoon was no longer yours to love.
He was your next kill.
The city was painted in rain that night, the kind of night that blurred everything until it felt unreal.
You watched from the shadows of the rooftop, the scope of your rifle glinting against the drizzle. Your finger hovered near the trigger, steady as always.
But this time, you werenβt steady inside.
Because it was him.
Park Sunghoon.
He moved through the street below, shoulders hunched against the rain, hands shoved into his pockets like he was just another stranger in the city.
But you knew himβevery line of his face, the way his jaw clenched when he was trying not to cry, the exact sound of his laugh when he forgot the world.
You should have taken the shot. Clean. Quick. Just like every other time.
But your body betrayed you.
Instead, you followed him.
The alley was slick with rain, the smell of wet rain mixing with the faint hint of cigarette smoke.
Dim light flickered from a broken streetlamp, casting jagged shadows along the walls.
He was thereβleaning against the brick, hands shoved into his pockets, coat collar raised against the chill. The faint glow of a lighter sparked as he lit a cigarette, the flame briefly illuminating his face.
When you stepped into the alley, your boots echoing against the wet ground, he lifted his head. In that instant, years collapsed into seconds, and the world outside the alleyβeverything you thought you knewβceased to exist.
βYn,β he said, voice low, roughened by rain and longing.
βSunghoon,β you breathed, the word trembling out before you could stop it.
His eyes searched yours, glassy, unreadable. βI knew itβd be you.β
You froze. βWhat?β
βThey donβt send anyone else for me,β he said softly, almost like a smile, almost like a wound. βOf course theyβd send you.β
The weight of your gun pressed heavy against your side under your jacket, a cruel reminder. You could feel your fingers trembling, though they never had before. Not once. Not for anyone.
βDonβt make me do this, tell me you want to live..β you whispered, voice breaking.
He leaned back, gaze never leaving you. βHm you were always good at pretending, yn. But I see it. You still love me.β
The silence between you thickened, heavy, dangerous. His last words echoed through your mind, the ones that had always undone you, the ones that still made your chest ache.
Youβre pretty when you cry.
It was why you had always cried with your targets, letting the tears fall and the sobs tremble through youβsoft, helpless, irresistible.
You had weaponized his words, used them to bend others to your will. And yet⦠every time, beneath the act, your heart still ached for him.
Every lie, every kill, every performance of fragility carried the faint pulse of longing that he alone had awakened.
Even now, standing here, facing him again, part of you wanted to throw the gun aside and run straight into his arms. The rest of you⦠kept the trigger ready.
Tears slipping down your cheeks as your finger hovered over the trigger.
For the first time in your life, you didnβt know if you could pull it.
Your grip on the gun faltered. Your tears blurred his face, but you could still feel his eyes burning into you.
βYn,β Sunghoon said, voice low, almost gentle. βIf youβre going to do it, do it now. Donβt drag this out.β
You shook your head, a broken laugh slipping past your lips. βYou think I can? After everything?β
He reached for you, fingers brushing against yours. The contact was electric, cruel.
He had once been your salvation in a world that thrived on your destruction, and now here he was, standing before the trigger.
βI never stopped loving you,β he murmured. βBut love doesnβt change what you are.β
Those words sliced deeper than any blade.
Your chest rose and fell with ragged breaths, your body trembling. Every instinct screamed at you to drop the weapon, to run, to fall into his arms and let the world burn down around you.
But you were an assassin. And assassins donβt get happy endings. They don't get what they want.
You lifted the gun.
His lips curved into the faintest smile, so heartbreakingly soft. βPretty when you cry,β he whispered.
The shot echoed through the alleyway, drowning out your sob.
He slumped back against the brick wall, eyes fluttering shut, that faint smile still lingering as though heβd been waiting for this all along. As if he knew this was going to happen.
Your hands shook as the gun slipped from your gripβfalling to the ground. The world went quiet besides your silent sobs. βIβm pretty when i cryβ¦?β you whisper to yourself
And for the first time in your career, you felt the weight of your own heart kill you, too.
β’ β. π Λ authors note :: hii imo itβs been a while so i js decided to work something up (Λ΅Β΄ο½₯βο½₯`Λ΅) ! Iβve been OBSSEDED with pretty when you cry by lana recently idk y el o el
pretty when you cry Λα―½ άΛ PSH
in which . . . every life you take is precise, every lie perfectβbut now the one man who once held your heart stands before you, a loaded gun in your hands, your finger trembling over the trigger.
βπΊππΊ π½πΎπ ππΎπ && ββ I'm stronger than all my men ,, except for youββ
;; @ βou β assassin! f reader & psh (1227 %%)
The night wind tugged at your long dark hair as you stood on the balcony, finally stealing a moment for yourself after a day full of requests and names on slips of paper.
You were the regionβs most sought after assassinβflawless, untouchable, and never once missing your target. Cold, ruthless, unflinching.
Most of your targets were menβfilthy, arrogant men who mistook their power for invincibility.
All it took was a bat of your lashes, a slow smile, and they were undone, convinced you were theirs to claim.
And if seduction alone wasnβt enough, you had another weapon: tears. A tilt of your chin, glassy eyes, the tremble of your mouthβand suddenly they were telling you not to cry, murmuring you were too pretty to cry.
That was always the final mistake. Because by the time pity softened their gaze, by the time desire had them in chains, youβd already slipped your finger around the trigger.
Your beauty was the trap, your sorrow the snare. And every time, it worked.
But then your phone buzzed, the glow of the screen shining through the night. One glance, and your breath caught in your throat. Your eyes widened at the name, at the request stamped in cold, bolded letters.
Park Sunghoon.
This wasnβt just another target. This was the boy who had once been your everythingβthe only one whoβd managed to melt the ice in your heart, the only one you had ever let close enough to touch the real you.
Your breakup had been a disaster. You still remembered the way you fell to your knees, begging him not to leave you in this cruel world alone.
But he had turned away anyway, despite the way his own eyes brimmed with tears. He had found out about your side βjobβ, about the blood on your hands, and said he couldnβt love a murderer.
You had tried to hide it, to keep that dark secret tucked away, but secrets always demand the light.
And his final words still haunted you, echoing like a curse. He had bent down, thumb brushing your tears as his gaze broke apart.
βYouβre pretty when you cry.β
And then he left you in that big, empty house, silence closing in like a coffin.
Even now, you longed for him in secretβhis presence, his warmth, the safety he once gave you. But tonight, your orders were clear. The universe had given you a cruel assignment.
Park Sunghoon was no longer yours to love.
He was your next kill.
The city was painted in rain that night, the kind of night that blurred everything until it felt unreal.
You watched from the shadows of the rooftop, the scope of your rifle glinting against the drizzle. Your finger hovered near the trigger, steady as always.
But this time, you werenβt steady inside.
Because it was him.
Park Sunghoon.
He moved through the street below, shoulders hunched against the rain, hands shoved into his pockets like he was just another stranger in the city.
But you knew himβevery line of his face, the way his jaw clenched when he was trying not to cry, the exact sound of his laugh when he forgot the world.
You should have taken the shot. Clean. Quick. Just like every other time.
But your body betrayed you.
Instead, you followed him.
The alley was slick with rain, the smell of wet rain mixing with the faint hint of cigarette smoke.
Dim light flickered from a broken streetlamp, casting jagged shadows along the walls.
He was thereβleaning against the brick, hands shoved into his pockets, coat collar raised against the chill. The faint glow of a lighter sparked as he lit a cigarette, the flame briefly illuminating his face.
When you stepped into the alley, your boots echoing against the wet ground, he lifted his head. In that instant, years collapsed into seconds, and the world outside the alleyβeverything you thought you knewβceased to exist.
βYn,β he said, voice low, roughened by rain and longing.
βSunghoon,β you breathed, the word trembling out before you could stop it.
His eyes searched yours, glassy, unreadable. βI knew itβd be you.β
You froze. βWhat?β
βThey donβt send anyone else for me,β he said softly, almost like a smile, almost like a wound. βOf course theyβd send you.β
The weight of your gun pressed heavy against your side under your jacket, a cruel reminder. You could feel your fingers trembling, though they never had before. Not once. Not for anyone.
βDonβt make me do this, tell me you want to live..β you whispered, voice breaking.
He leaned back, gaze never leaving you. βHm you were always good at pretending, yn. But I see it. You still love me.β
The silence between you thickened, heavy, dangerous. His last words echoed through your mind, the ones that had always undone you, the ones that still made your chest ache.
Youβre pretty when you cry.
It was why you had always cried with your targets, letting the tears fall and the sobs tremble through youβsoft, helpless, irresistible.
You had weaponized his words, used them to bend others to your will. And yet⦠every time, beneath the act, your heart still ached for him.
Every lie, every kill, every performance of fragility carried the faint pulse of longing that he alone had awakened.
Even now, standing here, facing him again, part of you wanted to throw the gun aside and run straight into his arms. The rest of you⦠kept the trigger ready.
Tears slipping down your cheeks as your finger hovered over the trigger.
For the first time in your life, you didnβt know if you could pull it.
Your grip on the gun faltered. Your tears blurred his face, but you could still feel his eyes burning into you.
βYn,β Sunghoon said, voice low, almost gentle. βIf youβre going to do it, do it now. Donβt drag this out.β
You shook your head, a broken laugh slipping past your lips. βYou think I can? After everything?β
He reached for you, fingers brushing against yours. The contact was electric, cruel.
He had once been your salvation in a world that thrived on your destruction, and now here he was, standing before the trigger.
βI never stopped loving you,β he murmured. βBut love doesnβt change what you are.β
Those words sliced deeper than any blade.
Your chest rose and fell with ragged breaths, your body trembling. Every instinct screamed at you to drop the weapon, to run, to fall into his arms and let the world burn down around you.
But you were an assassin. And assassins donβt get happy endings. They don't get what they want.
You lifted the gun.
His lips curved into the faintest smile, so heartbreakingly soft. βPretty when you cry,β he whispered.
The shot echoed through the alleyway, drowning out your sob.
He slumped back against the brick wall, eyes fluttering shut, that faint smile still lingering as though heβd been waiting for this all along. As if he knew this was going to happen.
Your hands shook as the gun slipped from your gripβfalling to the ground. The world went quiet besides your silent sobs. βIβm pretty when i cryβ¦?β you whisper to yourself
And for the first time in your career, you felt the weight of your own heart kill you, too.
β’ β. π Λ authors note :: hii imo itβs been a while so i js decided to work something up (Λ΅Β΄ο½₯βο½₯`Λ΅) ! Iβve been OBSSEDED with pretty when you cry by lana recently idk y el o el
pretty when you cry Λα―½ άΛ PSH
in which . . . every life you take is precise, every lie perfectβbut now the one man who once held your heart stands before you, a loaded gun in your hands, your finger trembling over the trigger.
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The night wind tugged at your long dark hair as you stood on the balcony, finally stealing a moment for yourself after a day full of requests and names on slips of paper.
You were the regionβs most sought after assassinβflawless, untouchable, and never once missing your target. Cold, ruthless, unflinching.
Most of your targets were menβfilthy, arrogant men who mistook their power for invincibility.
All it took was a bat of your lashes, a slow smile, and they were undone, convinced you were theirs to claim.
And if seduction alone wasnβt enough, you had another weapon: tears. A tilt of your chin, glassy eyes, the tremble of your mouthβand suddenly they were telling you not to cry, murmuring you were too pretty to cry.
That was always the final mistake. Because by the time pity softened their gaze, by the time desire had them in chains, youβd already slipped your finger around the trigger.
Your beauty was the trap, your sorrow the snare. And every time, it worked.
But then your phone buzzed, the glow of the screen shining through the night. One glance, and your breath caught in your throat. Your eyes widened at the name, at the request stamped in cold, bolded letters.
Park Sunghoon.
This wasnβt just another target. This was the boy who had once been your everythingβthe only one whoβd managed to melt the ice in your heart, the only one you had ever let close enough to touch the real you.
Your breakup had been a disaster. You still remembered the way you fell to your knees, begging him not to leave you in this cruel world alone.
But he had turned away anyway, despite the way his own eyes brimmed with tears. He had found out about your side βjobβ, about the blood on your hands, and said he couldnβt love a murderer.
You had tried to hide it, to keep that dark secret tucked away, but secrets always demand the light.
And his final words still haunted you, echoing like a curse. He had bent down, thumb brushing your tears as his gaze broke apart.
βYouβre pretty when you cry.β
And then he left you in that big, empty house, silence closing in like a coffin.
Even now, you longed for him in secretβhis presence, his warmth, the safety he once gave you. But tonight, your orders were clear. The universe had given you a cruel assignment.
Park Sunghoon was no longer yours to love.
He was your next kill.
The city was painted in rain that night, the kind of night that blurred everything until it felt unreal.
You watched from the shadows of the rooftop, the scope of your rifle glinting against the drizzle. Your finger hovered near the trigger, steady as always.
But this time, you werenβt steady inside.
Because it was him.
Park Sunghoon.
He moved through the street below, shoulders hunched against the rain, hands shoved into his pockets like he was just another stranger in the city.
But you knew himβevery line of his face, the way his jaw clenched when he was trying not to cry, the exact sound of his laugh when he forgot the world.
You should have taken the shot. Clean. Quick. Just like every other time.
But your body betrayed you.
Instead, you followed him.
The alley was slick with rain, the smell of wet rain mixing with the faint hint of cigarette smoke.
Dim light flickered from a broken streetlamp, casting jagged shadows along the walls.
He was thereβleaning against the brick, hands shoved into his pockets, coat collar raised against the chill. The faint glow of a lighter sparked as he lit a cigarette, the flame briefly illuminating his face.
When you stepped into the alley, your boots echoing against the wet ground, he lifted his head. In that instant, years collapsed into seconds, and the world outside the alleyβeverything you thought you knewβceased to exist.
βYn,β he said, voice low, roughened by rain and longing.
βSunghoon,β you breathed, the word trembling out before you could stop it.
His eyes searched yours, glassy, unreadable. βI knew itβd be you.β
You froze. βWhat?β
βThey donβt send anyone else for me,β he said softly, almost like a smile, almost like a wound. βOf course theyβd send you.β
The weight of your gun pressed heavy against your side under your jacket, a cruel reminder. You could feel your fingers trembling, though they never had before. Not once. Not for anyone.
βDonβt make me do this, tell me you want to live..β you whispered, voice breaking.
He leaned back, gaze never leaving you. βHm you were always good at pretending, yn. But I see it. You still love me.β
The silence between you thickened, heavy, dangerous. His last words echoed through your mind, the ones that had always undone you, the ones that still made your chest ache.
Youβre pretty when you cry.
It was why you had always cried with your targets, letting the tears fall and the sobs tremble through youβsoft, helpless, irresistible.
You had weaponized his words, used them to bend others to your will. And yet⦠every time, beneath the act, your heart still ached for him.
Every lie, every kill, every performance of fragility carried the faint pulse of longing that he alone had awakened.
Even now, standing here, facing him again, part of you wanted to throw the gun aside and run straight into his arms. The rest of you⦠kept the trigger ready.
Tears slipping down your cheeks as your finger hovered over the trigger.
For the first time in your life, you didnβt know if you could pull it.
Your grip on the gun faltered. Your tears blurred his face, but you could still feel his eyes burning into you.
βYn,β Sunghoon said, voice low, almost gentle. βIf youβre going to do it, do it now. Donβt drag this out.β
You shook your head, a broken laugh slipping past your lips. βYou think I can? After everything?β
He reached for you, fingers brushing against yours. The contact was electric, cruel.
He had once been your salvation in a world that thrived on your destruction, and now here he was, standing before the trigger.
βI never stopped loving you,β he murmured. βBut love doesnβt change what you are.β
Those words sliced deeper than any blade.
Your chest rose and fell with ragged breaths, your body trembling. Every instinct screamed at you to drop the weapon, to run, to fall into his arms and let the world burn down around you.
But you were an assassin. And assassins donβt get happy endings. They don't get what they want.
You lifted the gun.
His lips curved into the faintest smile, so heartbreakingly soft. βPretty when you cry,β he whispered.
The shot echoed through the alleyway, drowning out your sob.
He slumped back against the brick wall, eyes fluttering shut, that faint smile still lingering as though heβd been waiting for this all along. As if he knew this was going to happen.
Your hands shook as the gun slipped from your gripβfalling to the ground. The world went quiet besides your silent sobs. βIβm pretty when i cryβ¦?β you whisper to yourself
And for the first time in your career, you felt the weight of your own heart kill you, too.
β’ β. π Λ authors note :: hii imo itβs been a while so i js decided to work something up (Λ΅Β΄ο½₯βο½₯`Λ΅) ! Iβve been OBSSEDED with pretty when you cry by lana recently idk y el o el
Heyy are you not continuing you jake smau??
β’ hii anon omg I swear i am nd i will soon !!! Iβve kinda forgotten abt it nd gotten kinda lazy ππ
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β’ as a certified twilight fanatic, you're desperate to find yourself a vampire boyfriend. thank god for a sketchy reddit link you clicked, you found, www.date-a-vamp.com where you were able to find the blood-sucker of your dreams.
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LIKE A TATTOO .βοΈ έΛ β 30 winter in boston
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warnings β’ profanity/vulgar language, alcohol and weed consumption, mention of severe depression, cheating. please read with caution.
the chapter includes a flashback.
[word count: ~2.8k] pay attention to the dates!
you always knew chaewon was a good person β maybe thatβs why you had been beating yourself up the past week.Β
after finding out about her past with heeseung, you developed some sort of secret animosity towards her. you didnβt want to feel this way about her, she was a good person β but you just couldnβt help it.Β
chaewon kim had always been kind, empathetic, honest, and generous. sheβs always been the same her entire life, never changing.Β
you donβt know why this childhood memory of you two stuck with you, but it did. it happened during elementary school. your fourth-grade teacher assigned the class a take-home art project for the weekend. the second you came home from school, your mom took you and chaewon shopping at the local art supply store to buy watercolour paint for both of you.
it was may around the time, you remember. the weather was warm, the sunlight shone, and the grass was lush and green. so, ultimately, your mom made you and chaewon paint in your backyard, afraid you guys would make a mess β and she was right, when are moms not?Β
there was clutter everywhere; paintbrushes lay on the grass, cups filled with water on the pavement. there was paint on both of your fingers, faces, knees, clothing β you name it.Β
you remember staring at the painting your eight-year-old self had finished, and you were proud. it was a painting of you and chaewon with your houses in the back β well, stick figures of you both and a two-dimensional house that was coloured pink, red, and blue, your favourite colours. regardless, you felt satisfied after you finished your painting.Β
you donβt really remember exactly how it happened back then, but chaewon had accidentally knocked over one of the cups filled with water. it had spilled all over your canvas, which was now a puddle of muddy watercolour paint all over.Β
of course you cried, you spent so much time on it, and you thought it was a really good painting (which, in retrospect, it probably wasnβt that great of a painting considering you were eight). but you knew for sure that it was unintentional, because soon after you, chaewon had also broken out in tears when she saw that she ruined your canvas.Β
it was a whole sob-fest. you can recall the heavy footsteps of your mom running outside to check on you two. she thought that someone mightβve gotten hurt, but was pleasantly greeted with the sight of two crying kids and a pool of murky water sitting atop what was supposed to be your finished painting.Β
you and chaewon were full-on bawling; tears and snot running down your faces and all. your mom had to run back inside to find you guys some tissues and your matching princess waterbottles to calm down.
honestly, you were too preoccupied mourning the loss of your painting to even realize chaewon had also been crying β but eventually, you noticed. and when you did, you felt bad because you knew she felt bad.Β
chaewon kept wiping her tears, but more fell out anyway, so it was no use. in a choked wail, she managed to spew out the words, βiβm sorry y/n, you can put water on my painting too, so itβs equal.β
you didnβt ruin her painting. you couldnβt bring yourself to.Β
by the time your mom came back outside, chaewon hadnβt stopped crying. she didnβt know how to make her feel better, so her mom ended up having to pick her up from your house to bring her home.
for the next few days, chaewon never came out to play with you because of how terrible she felt. you wanted to tell her that itβs okay, that you guys are still best-friends-for-life, but she never showed herself. it wasnβt until you made your mom convince her mom to tell chaewon that you didnβt hate her that she finally came out and talked to you.
that was just the kind of person she always was.
so, it wasnβt really a surprise to you when you saw her spamming your phone with calls and messages to talk.
your phone had been on silent the entire night, and you didnβt realize chaewon had been trying to reach you until your uber reached its destination (the destination in question being some random club giselle had found on some promoterβs instagram story).
you had a couple of shots at the pregame, but werenβt overly drunk β just a bit tipsy, bordering actual drunkenness, βhold on, i need to make a call.β
yunjin scoffed, βcome on, donβt tell me youβre drunk calling heeseung already.β
this bold statement earned a unanimous hush from the rest of your friends, as the name βheeseungβ is currently a big no-no word in your group.
sunoo pushed yunjin inside the entrance of the club, βokay,β he said, dragging the βoβ sound, βtake all the time you need y/n, these drinks arenβt going anywhere!β he smiled, and eventually disappeared inside with the rest of them, leaving you by yourself.
the march air in nyc was cool, the streets were bustling, and the club-goers near you kept chattering. you decided to find someplace quieter to call chaewon back. your heels clacked with every step you took, eventually ending up in some alleyway between a bodega and a shawarma shop.Β
admittedly, you stood there in fear for a while, staring at her contact information until you finally hit the call button. it rang once before she picked up.
you swallowed hard, βhey chae, sorry, my phone was on silent the entire time.β
βwhy didnβt you tell me about you and heeseung?β
you became uncomfortable at the mention of his name. your mouth opened to speak, but nothing came out.
chaewon continued, βyou saw the tattoo but you didnβt say anything, why?βΒ
βi β i donβt know, i didnβt want to drag you into this mess. i thought it was something i had to figure out on my own.β
she let out a frustrated sigh on the other side of the phone, βbut you mustβve felt hurt right? i know you y/n, come on.β
she was right, you were hurt. you had been hurting.
β...heeseung was the one who texted me,β you didnβt mean to, but a gasp escaped your lips, βand before you ask, no, we donβt keep in contact with each other, i was just as surprised as you are now when i saw his text.β
all you could think of right now was, why would heeseung text her?
βhe told me that you wouldnβt talk to him.β
ah, thatβs why.
βi know how you are, youβre curious arenβt you? but you donβt want to hear him out. he told me what happened, and itβs fucked up iβm not gonna lie. so i see where youβre coming from,β she added.
curiosity killed the cat, and you finally caved, βwhatβ¦ what happened between you and heeseung?β
you heard chaewon sigh before answering, βdo you remember my disappearing act in freshman year? when i wouldnβt come home from school for holidays or breaks, and you thought i hated you?β
yes. how could you forget? you figured that was the start of the end of your friendship with chaewon.
β...it was because of him. it was really bad back then β he was really bad back then. you shouldβve seen him. he was struggling, and i thought i could help him. he had no one. no family, no support system, he barely talked to his friends. it was like i was watching him kill himself slowly β i thought i was the only one that could be there for him. but, looking back at it now, it only made me isolate myself from everyone too.β
a huge lump formed in your throat, your stomach dropped β you felt bad now, bad that you didnβt hear heeseung out sooner.
you stayed silent, but she went on, βhe was so miserable in boston, and i was so stupid back then. i had been convincing him to leave unknowingly. he wanted to do something else with his life β wanted to start fresh and do what he always wanted to do. but he was cowardly and scared, and thatβs how i ended up with this tattoo. it was something i picked out from a random page of his sketchbook because it was small β because i wanted him to start somewhere instead of wallowing in his own pain.β
you just stared blankly at the brick wall in front of you, unable to form words to say, but still kept listening to her.
β...and he did end up leaving β without saying a word to anyone, including me. one day he was there and the next day he justβ¦ wasnβt.β
all of a sudden, you couldnβt hold it in anymore; tears started running down your cheeks, and you became frantic, βiβm sorry, iβm so sorry chaewon.β
she was taken aback. she didnβt know why you were crying. βy/n, you didnβt do anything wrong, why are you telling me sorry?β
her words only made you sob more. you choked out, βbecause iβm in love with him, and it hurts. it hurts so bad."
that was the first time you said it out loud, but you had known this truth from the start; you were in love with heeseung lee. but you canβt do anything about it anymore. he was chaewonβs first.
she could tell you were conflicted, you never had to tell her explicitly β chaewon could read you like a book, she grew up with you, how could she not know you?
she felt horrible.
you wanted chaewon to tell you to choose her without actually saying the words, but she couldnβt.
because she had been keeping a secret from you, and she couldnβt hide it anymore β not when she heard you in pain like this.
so she confessed. she had to.
.βοΈ έΛ
BOSTON, MASSACHUSETTS, FEBRUARY 2023.
soobin went back home to visit his parents the weekend of your first anniversary with him. he had always emphasized that he was βfamily-orientedβ and that boston was his home, so he couldnβt make an exception for his weekend in particular.
and yeah, you were annoyed, especially since he wouldnβt be spending the weekend leading up to your anniversary with you β but once he kissed your forehead and assured you that heβd get back before your dinner reservation, all of that annoyance mellowed away.
what you didnβt know was that he had been partying every night with his friends ever since he arrived in boston.
the day before he left to go back to nyc, his friends took him out. the place they went to was bustling with students β your typical college bar.Β
soobin always prohibited you from going out, but that rule never applied to him β and what you donβt know wouldnβt hurt him, he thought.
he was headed to the back of the bar when suddenly, he bumped into someone, causing their drink to spill all over his white shirt.
βfuck,β soobin mumbled, visibly irritated.
he looked up from his shirt to see who it was. but what he wasnβt expecting was to see your childhood best friend, chaewon, standing in front of him, caught red-handed with a now-empty cup in her hand.
chaewonβs stare couldβve burned a hole through his shirt, βoh my god, i am so sorry.β
soobin already had a couple of beers before coming to the bar, so he couldnβt tell if he was drunk or if he really did think that chaewon looks incredibly good right now.
βhey,β he blurted out, βarenβt you y/nβs friend?β
chaewon was all over the place, she had been drinking like crazy that night. she stumbled forward when soobin caught her immediately, placing his hands on her hips.
she looked up at him and laughed. their faces were so close, if she were to stand on her toes, their lips would meet.
chaewon brought her hands to his chest, βyeah, i guess i am.β
soobin smirked, βi think youβre kinda drunk right now.β
βso are you, your pants are unzipped.β
his eyes flew to his zipper, which was, indeed, unzipped. quickly, he fixed himself before speaking again, βwhatβs the occasion?β chaewon hummed at soobinβs question, β...to be drinking like this?β
she just giggled, rolling her eyes, βjust trying to forget.β
he raised an eyebrow, confused, βforget about what?β
βhim.β
soobin didnβt fucking know who βhimβ was, and honestly, he didnβt really care.
chaewon cut off his trail of thought when she suddenly asked, βwhat are you doing here? shouldnβt you be with y/n?β
he looked at her up and down before replying, βiβm just here to have fun. i never have any fun with her around. can you just keep the fact that you saw me here a secret from her?β
back then, chaewon was hurt. she was hurt that she was left behind, like she was something disposable, easily replaceable. heesseung left her in boston without uttering a single word β without a goodbye.
maybe hurt people hurt people, she thought, because she made a lapse in judgment that night. that was her excuse when she wrapped her arms around soobin and said, βitβll be our little secret then.β
the truth was, soobin did love you β maybe not as much as you loved him, but still, he loved you to some extent.
he knew it was wrong when he kissed chaewon at the bar, knew it was wrong when he took her home, and knew it especially when he was in bed with her.
when his alarm sounded the next morning, she was already gone, and he had to make his train back to nyc.
soobin felt bad; you were a nice girl, you rarely complained, you listened to him, and you were gorgeous.
it was when he was on the train that he decided to bite the bullet. he pulled out his phone and opened up your messages. there were missed calls, several texts asking him where he was.Β
that only made him feel worse, because in the midst of all this happening, he forgot.
he forgot that today was your first anniversary with him.
his fingers moved across the screen when he typed up a single message: βletβs break up.β
and hit send.
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for the past week, heeseung had the same routine: wake up, go to work, think about texting or calling you, maybe actually texting or calling you, come home from work, lie on his couch, smoke a joint, and think about his life and all his shortcomings.
today was the same. it was past midnight, and jay had offered to close up the shop tonight. so heeseung just shrugged and started his nightly routine early.
he got home and started rolling his paper. he licked the edges so that the joint would be wrapped tightly. when he finished, he allowed his couch to swallow him before he brought the lighter to his lips.
the joint was wedged in between his teeth when he scowled out, βfuck my life.β
he only got a few hits in when he heard a few hurried knocks from his door.
it must be jake or something, wanting to bother me, he thought.
he carefully balanced the lit joint on the ashtray and walked over to his door.
the last person he expected when he opened the door was you.
heeseung rubbed his eyes once, then twice, wondering if he was just having a really bad high.Β
but it was really you.Β
he looked at you standing there, tears falling, mascara running, breathing heavy.Β
after you hung up the call with chaewon, you couldnβt just go inside the club and pretend nothing happened. you didnβt know where to go.Β
all you could think of was heeseung.
you let out a choked-out sob, βyou knew, didnβt you? you knew soobin cheated on me, is that why you fought him that night?β
heeseung didnβt say it out loud, but he told you, βyesβ with his eyes β that only sent you spiralling more.
your wails were louder; you were ugly-crying. youβve never felt like this before, so helpless and betrayed.
it broke heeseungβs heart to watch you like this, so he brought you into his embrace.
you didnβt care anymore. you cried into his chest, balling your fists in his shirt.
he rested his chin on your head, running his fingers through your hair to comfort you.
βdid you know who it was β who he cheated on me with?β it hurt to speak at this point; your throat was closing up on you.
heeseung shook his head, βno.β
βit was chaewon. he cheated on me with chaewon the day before our anniversary.β
he lifted his chin from your head to look down at you.
you looked up at him, eyes red and puffy now, βiβm sorry, heeseung, iβm so sorry.β
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author's note: me after reading that one ask thatβs been sitting in my inbox that predicted this entire thing
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yn is going THRU IT. BETRAYAL AFTER BETRAYLLL . hey at least sheβs got a sexy guy to come home to every night.
