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I’m back from the dead and hoping to start writing again soon. I’m sorry for going missing for so long 🫶
summary: Your mother hires the most wanted tailor in town to design a new dress for the ball, who turns out to be completely different from what you’d expected. But you couldn’t allow yourself to catch feelings for him, not when you were finally so close to marrying your childhood crush.
warnings: infidelity
taglist: @multistan30
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“So...How is everything going? Found some interesting lady yet?” Johnny looked at his friend through the mirror beneath him. He shook his head. “That's a pity. I'd love to have kids around the same time you do. I imagine them being friends, playing around while we have some tea with our wives...” He sighed, completely lost in his daydream.
“You are very much in love with y/n, aren't you?” He successfully concealed the sad tone in his voice with a fake smile.
“Ever since we were both young, I thought of her as a funny little child. But it wasn't until she turned sixteen, with all her witty replies and cocky attitude, that I truly started thinking of her as a woman. Have I told you the story of when she scolded me for not holding my fork correctly?”
“No, you haven't.” It was pure agony for the tailor. Knowing you'd marry a gentleman like Johnny, and not some other scumbag, was like a hot knife slowly stabbing his chest.
“They’d invited me over for dinner that night. I had only had etiquette lessons when I was a kid, but no one had ever commented on my manners.” He made a brief pause, smiling to himself. “I was quietly enjoying dinner when she suddenly took my hand and replaced the fork between my fingers. I recall her saying something about how much my way of holding it had been annoying her. Oh god, her mother scolded her so badly that night.” Johnny could almost travel back to that evening, staring at your beautiful orbs that lately had been driving him insane. “I think it was then that my heart started racing every time I saw her.”
“And you're spending the rest of your lives together. Must be wonderful...” Ten busied himself fixing his friend’s suit, marking the spots he'd have to cut and sew.
“I can't wait for you to live it as well. I'll find a proper lady for you as soon as I finish with the wedding preparations” The tailor smiled and nodded in response, putting an end to the conversation that was painfully clenching his heart.
He made some corrections here and there as fast as he could, eager to guide his friend out of the shop. The universe, however, had different plans for him.
“Is anyone here?” His hands stopped dead in their tracks as a familiar voice reached his ears.
Your mother.
“Mrs. Lee?” Johnny’s face brightened, stepping down from the pedestal he was standing on to greet his soon-to-be mother.
Oh, but she wasn't alone. You were walking closely behind her, fear taking over your features as soon as you saw both men.
“Johnny, what a pleasant surprise to meet you here!” Your mother shoved you in front of her body, holding you tightly by the shoulders. “We’re here to give our trusty tailor a task of utmost importance.”
“How can I help you, my lady?” His palms were sweaty.
“Go on, sweetheart, ask him if he could help us.” Just as if you were a little child, your mother urged you forward, an old piece of cloth between your hands. “I’ll be outside with Johnny if you excuse us.”
“Miss y/n.” You were standing face to face, soon left alone as your mother exited the store with Johnny, probably to show him the bakery where she'd just ordered your wedding cake. “Y/n...” He whispered ever so softly, tasting the sweet sound your name made as it flew out of his mouth. “I need to speak with you.”
“I just came here to have my grandmother’s veil fixed, Ten.” You shoved his way the thin piece of lace that had acquired a light shade of yellow from all the years. “Whatever you have to say, I don't want to hear it.”
“I hate the fact that I'm so selfish I can't be happy for my very best friend...” He caressed the patterns in the veil. “But how could I be when he's stealing away the woman I cherish?”
“The woman you cherish...” You scoffed, tightening your fists. “Interesting. Exactly how many women do you cherish, Ten?” The image of him with another woman still wounded you. Even worse, it hurt your pride.
“What you saw that day was nothing, I swear on my life. I was only trying to get rid of the thought of you.” He stepped closer and closer, forcing you to retreat until your back hit one of the walls. “Do you believe me?”
It took a few seconds for the words to truly settle in your ears. His proximity was too distracting.
“No.”
“I’ll gladly get on my knees if that's what it takes for you to forgive me.” He started to lower as if to prove his promise was true.
“That won’t change a thing.”
“Then what will? I'll do anything, y/n.” He grabbed your hands, warming them with his own. “Just say something.”
“If I cancel my engagement now, my whole family will suffer the consequences. Even if I want to forgive you, I cannot be selfish to those who love me.” Your fingertips traced his palms. “We should've never crossed that line.”
Ten retrieved his hands to place them on the wall behind you, caging your body with his arms.
“Who says you have to cancel your engagement?”
“...Pardon?” Caught by a sudden rush of bravery, he tenderly attached his lips to your neck.
“I'm willing to stay in the shadows as long as it means I can be with you, even if it's just for a couple of minutes every day. Just kissing your lips for a moment would be more than enough for me.”
“I can't do that to Johnny.” Your mind and heart were fighting each other, trying to get the right solution to your situation.
His hands touched your perfectly done hair, twirling a strand of hair between his fingers.
“I know it's wrong, but I can't help it. Even if it means being selfish, I need to have you by my side.” His breath was tickling your cheeks ever so slightly. “Tell me...tell me you want this too.”
You tripped over your words, lost in his brown orbs.
“Ten...” You whispered.
“Y/n...”
Your lips pressed against his as if to seal an unspoken promise, one that no one could ever know about.
Hey, guys, it’s me (duh). As you can tell, I haven’t been posting much for the past few months, and I feel like I owe you an apology for that. My mental health hasn’t been in a great place ever since the semester started, all those projects and due dates were eating me up and in addition I found myself a job that barely left any time for myself. I had a couple of anxiety attacks and I think this period of time has been the lowest I’ve ever been regarding my mental health. Nonetheless, this account never represented something to stress about. I just wanted to apologize and let y’all know that I will not be going on hiatus (at least not at the moment) and as soon as the semester is over, I’ll try to post regularly again.
Thank you for staying with me for these past months
I think my very first sexual experience will be taking place VERY soon, and I am terrified, to say the least. Ik I'm oversharing (as always) but like all my friends are either gay or don't even know what the word sex means, so I've come to you seeking advice
Ok so like how do I not get pregnant? I'm not on the pill but I don't trust condoms like have you seen love Rosie? Stop, I don't wanna have a chamaco in my belly 😩 like I need some reassurance that nothing’s gonna happen so long as I wear protection
And then THE URINARY TRACK INFECTIONS, bitch how do I make sure I'm safe of any risk of this kind 🤨
Send some help or I might collapse
btw how’ve you been shawty?
I AM SORRY TO INFORM U AT THIS MOMENT BUT MADRE HAS MOVED BLOGS, SHE'S HERE but I'm cam :D AND I WILL HELP U RN HOMIE- So,,,,make sure said male wears a condom bcs there's a high as a kite chance no #1 swimmer is gonna swim through, BUT IF SOMEHOW A #1 SWIMMER MANAGES TO BE THE BEST OF THE BEST—plan b. just, get plan b or the morning after pill (if yu have costco near you, you could get em there bcs it's cheaper) AND MAKE SURE U FUCKIN PEE AFTERWARDS bcs uti's are not 4 u and I so mhm 🤨 homie to homie moment, I just don't want you to have a lil entity up in you.
Well if this isn’t the most embarrassing thing I’ve ever done 🤡 thanks for the advice, homie, we shall wait for my period and pray that I’m not part of that 1% of the condom ineffectiveness 😭
warnings: sugar daddy jae, mentions of seggs, angst.
a/n: y'all don't know how embarrassed I am. I'm sorry for not uploading for two entire months 😭 I swear I'll make it up to y'all.
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“Why aren't you dressed yet? We need to get going before it starts snowing again.”
“I can't fucking feel my legs, Yoonoh. How many rounds can you go for without getting tired?” He smiled cockily, climbing the bed to straddle your lap.
“Oh, you'll surely find out when we get home.”
“Yoonoh!” He giggled, pecking the tip of your nose ever so sweetly. He was doomed. “Let me get up so I can change.”
“The bed’s looking really tempting right now...”
“Move.”
After making yourself presentable, all standing in wobbly legs, you found Jaehyun folding your clothes and fitting them into your bag. Everything about him was so endearing.
“Mom made French toasts for breakfast. Sungchan helped her, so I'm sure they're not that bad.” You smiled and nodded, extending your hand for him to take it. “My dad left early to take care of some things, so you don't have to-”
“Hey, it's fine. It's not a big deal, so stop worrying.” Your mouth said something, but your heart couldn't quite agree with it. Having a member of his family against you wasn't ideal. “Let’s go have some breakfast.”
“You’re an angel.” He murmured as you walked down the stairs. “Fuck.” His dad’s snowshoes were carefully set in front of the entrance. “We can leave and have breakfast on our way-”
“I told you it's okay, Jae.”
“I know it's not, y/n.”
“Morning, guys!” There was no other choice but to join Jaehyun’s family for breakfast once his mother found you bickering in the middle of the staircase.
The kitchen still smelled of the dinner you shared the night before.
“Morning.” You greeted everyone sitting at the table with the best smile you could put up, though it wasn't easy with Mr. Jung’s piercing gaze following you around. “Looks delicious.”
“Thank you, darling. Eat up before it gets cold.”
No one spoke as you ate. The youngest and his mother exchanged a few nervous looks, afraid the other two men could blow up any second.
Just as you finished your plate and left it in the sink, you heard a distant conversation.
“...think about it, Yoonoh. What other reason could there be for her approaching you?” Your heart clenched in realization, and you could only stand still, fully aware that every word his father spat was true. “With Seryeong, you could-”
“That’s it. This is my limit.” A chair was loudly pushed, probably by Jaehyun as he got ready to exit the scene. “I tried, mom, I did, but he's not even doing the bare minimum to fix our shitty relationship. The only thing he cares for is his goddamn empire. It's always been that way.”
“Don't you dare speak to me like that in when your guest could be listening.” Now both men were standing, the father speaking through gritted teeth.
“Wanna talk about manners? Fine. If I recall correctly, last night you didn't even seem to acknowledge her presence. Do you know how humiliating that must've been for her?”
“It isn't my fault you brought a gold digger into our family.” A first banged against the wooden table, making you jolt in your hiding spot.
“It was a pleasure seeing you all, but I think it's time for me to leave.” Before you could move, he was standing beneath you, face contorted in a mixture of pain and embarrassment. “Y/n...”
“It's okay.”
“It’s not.” He didn't dare to take another step forward. “You've been saying that a lot lately, but we both know you don't really mean it.”
“Can we not talk about this where someone can hear us?”
“I’ll get our bags so we can leave already.”
His dad had left by the time you gathered your things and went downstairs. None of you spoke as he started the car engine. Your mind was trying to organize your messy thoughts when he finally confessed what had been bothering him from the moment you stepped into the vehicle.
“You’re not what my dad says you are.”
You sighed.
“Oh, but I am, Yoonoh. Have you forgotten the nature of our relationship? A parasite would probably steal less from you than I do.” His knuckles became white as he clutched the steering wheel. “I'm the only one getting benefits from this agreement.”
“What makes you think I'm not getting anything out of this, huh? I agreed because I needed company, and isn't that what you're giving me?”
“That's not what I meant.” You tried answering in a neutral tone despite the burning sensation in your chest. “You’re not getting anything tangible out of this.” Before he could reply, you continued with a smaller voice. “If I were you, I'd listen to your father...”
“I thought we’d made some progress these past few days. Apparently not.” That was the last thing he said before the space around you grew silent.
Your palms were wounded from burying your nails on them, a miserable attempt to distract yourself from the tears that begged to roll down your cheeks. If Yoonoh noticed, he didn't comment on it.
A few days later, you received a deposit in your bank account. A text from the man himself arrived minutes later, explaining your company wouldn't be required for the rest of the week, for he'd be busy working on new cases. It was a brief and precise message, filled with suppressed anger and resentment.
You'd fucked up badly, and yet, you couldn't bring yourself to regret the words that escaped your lips during that misfortunate car ride. None of what you'd said was a lie, and you'd be damned if you said those thoughts hadn't been eating up your mind ever since he first held your hand.
You had no one to share your sorrows with except the lawyer, who was the one that caused them in the first place. So you decided to go to the only person that wouldn't judge you.
“Hey there.” You sat on the couch by his bed, caressing his cheek. The wounds that once decorated his perfect skin were now almost completely healed. “You’re taking your sweet time to wake up, aren't you?”
His hands were one on top of another, resting on his stomach.
“I can’t do this on my own anymore, dad. You need to wake up.” You could almost see him begging you to give up on him, to end your agreement with the lawyer if that pleased you best. But how could you not help the man who stood the entirety of your life by your side? “I miss having breakfast with you. It was always fun with you around, but lately, I've been having a hard time smiling. I thought I had finally found something to be excited about, but it turns out I might not be the best for him.”
A shadow stood behind the closed door of your father’s room, taking in every single word you said and trying his best not to open the piece of wood separating you.
“I just wish I’d stopped you from going to work that day. I keep thinking none of this would've happened had I insisted a bit more.” You could still sense the uneasiness you felt that day before he walked out of the door. “Please, wake up already. I don't know how much longer I'll be able to handle this.”
He wanted to burst into the room, to drag you out of the dark place your mind was. But it wasn't his place to do so. He wasn't your savior. Hell, he couldn't even save himself if his life depended on it. So he stood still, hearing your soft voice as you let out all of your worries and sorrows, most of them caused by him.
“Hey, I got his clinical history. The doctor said she'll be here in a minute-”
He pushed Sungchan away from the door before you had the chance to notice him.
“Let’s talk to the doctor in her office.” The eldest dragged his brother away from the door, shaking off the thoughts of you from his mind.
(...)
You texted Yoonoh briefly after meeting with your father. It was coward of you to apologize through the phone, but you couldn't bear the thought of seeing him angry again.
He didn't reply until three hours later when you received a call from him.
“Hello?”
“Hi, y/n. I got your text, everything's good.” It sure didn't feel like it. “I trust you received your allowance today.”
“I did, thank you.” You heard the slight sound of his hand rummaging through some papers. “Are you still in the office?”
“Yes, just checking for voids before presenting the case tomorrow.”
“So, listen...” He did as you said, getting comfortable in his leather seat as he waited for you to speak. “I’m sorry for the way I spoke on our way back. I acted on my insecurities and took it all out on you.”
Yoonoh drew a sharp breath.
“I can't be in a relationship like this, y/n. I won't be able to handle it if you act as you did a couple of days ago every time there's an inconvenience. Have you perhaps had the time to think of my feelings? I'm trying my best to make us work, but you seem to be committed to doing otherwise.”
“I don't do any of this on purpose, Yoonoh. Everything around me is falling apart. How do you expect me to act?”
“I know you have problems, but I do too. And I'm not going around playing the victim whenever I make a mistake. I'm trying hard to improve myself, and you should do too.” His chest was aching. Hearing your quiet sobs on the other side of the line was more than he could bear. However, he couldn't stay silent. “We can't work things out until you make peace with yourself.”
“Yoonoh...”
“Whenever you're ready, I'll be waiting for you.”
His side of the line went silent after three beeps announced he’d hung up. Now, two heartbroken fools cried, clutching their phones against their chest to try and ease their pain.
i really really love your fic “threads of destiny” i’m really looking forward to its updates and i really want y/n and ten to be together (i’m so sorry, johnny i love you so much 😭) and i’m hoping for another spicy chapter between y/n and ten 😳 anyways, please take your time and don’t feel so pressured to update, always remember i’m always waiting here patiently! <3
I'd be lying if I said I don't have a crush on Johnny and low key want him to end up with y/n 👀 But thank you bby, I try to update one chapter of sugar rush and then another of threads of destiny so they're kinda equal. I'll try to update asap!
cause it's been long since u updated sugar rush i'd liked to make you know that it was great and i was loving it so it can encourage u to keep uploading it maybe? 👉👈🥺
sending u hugs as well💕
Omg baby, that’s so sweet 😩 I’ve currently been kinda busy with my personal life, but I’m trying my best to make progress on the next chapter’s Drabble. I promise I’ll try to upload it next week 🥰
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