“It's not like this city has that many places to go.” Your voice came out raspy, insecure.
Even though you were just stating a known fact, the idea of seeming like you were defending them was strange.
“They won't ruin my day, my stomach is begging for a chocolate cake!” Yunjin pulled you and Haewon inside.
You walked with your head down and Yunjin guided everyone to the table, while she talked about how much she wanted a chocolate cake.
But you were nervous, your hand felt cold, something that hadn't happened in a long time.
You didn't need to look towards her desk to know she was watching you; you felt her gaze piercing you.
"I'm going to the bathroom.” you said, getting up quickly afterward.
"She's acting strange today," Haewon murmured.
"Oh yeah, it seems like she's…" Yunjin leaned in and lowered her voice even more, "In love."
"Oh, say that in front of her!” Chaewon laughed.
Kazuha chuckled softly, even though she didn't find it funny.
You leaned against the marble sink, trying to push those thoughts away.
You must be crazy.
The cold water hit your face, waking you up, bringing a refreshing and chilly sensation.
"You don't look well."
Your hands groped for the sink, turning off the tap.
"I'm fine."
Her eyes opened, easily finding the paper towel dispenser, quickly pulling out some to dry her hands and face.
“You’re not a good liar, darling.” she laughed.
“Don’t call me that.” she was getting closer and closer.
“Can I ask you a question?” Karina leaned against the sink.
“I’d rather you didn’t.” she simply ignored your comment.
“Why are you and Yizhuo talking so much?”
You laughed while rolling your eyes.
“That’s none of your business.”
“Of course it is!” Karina frowned.
“Why would it be?” you turned to look at her.
“Ning is my friend, and you…” she paused for a few seconds “You were talking to my friend.” Karina sighed. “So, tell me.”
“Ning and I have some classes in common, obviously we’re going to talk.”
“Really? And what did you talk about?”
“She just asked me for notes.”
"Is that all?"
"That's all."
"Funny, that's not what she told me." Karina laughed ironically.
You crossed your arms.
"You two are making lame excuses." You rolled your eyes.
"You know what, Jimin? This isn't your business, so we made up excuses." Karina seemed surprised by your audacity. "Stop meddling where you shouldn't and mind your own business." She paused for a few seconds before replying.
"Well, if this isn't part of my life, I can make it be."
Hanni never believed in spontaneous romances—until she met you. Hanni realizes that this time, and for the first time, she doesn't want to run away.
Bonus. How do you know that?
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It was a quiet afternoon at the café where it all started.
Hanni twirled the straw in her milkshake distractedly, her gaze lost in the foam forming on the surface. You sat across from her, engrossed in a cappuccino, and the comfortable silence between you was only broken by the soft sounds of the café.
But, for some reason, Hanni couldn't get a question out of her head.
One that had been on her mind since the first day you met.
She looked up at you hesitantly before finally asking:
“Can I ask you something?”
You smiled slightly, placing your cup on the table. “Of course.”
Hanni crossed her arms on the table, narrowing her eyes. “How did you know my name before I even introduced myself?”
You blinked, surprised by the sudden question.
And then, a mischievous smile appeared on your lips.
“Oh, that?” You brought the cup to your lips, as if to create suspense. “Maybe I have my secrets.”
Hanni rolled her eyes. “I’m serious.”
You laughed and finally replied:
“Actually… Minji and Danielle were talking about you quite loudly at the café that day.”
Hanni’s eyes widened. “What?”
“Yes.” You rested your chin on your hand, amused. “They were saying something about how you ‘stared discreetly, but not so discreetly’.”
Hanni’s face flushed. “They—what?!”
You laughed, shaking your head. “And then, when I brought the order to your table, Minji called you by name.”
Hanni blinked a few times, processing.
“So… you heard and remembered?”
You nodded. “And, well… I wanted to know who the girl was who seemed so curious about me.”
Hanni opened her mouth to reply, but nothing came out.
Because, now that she thought about it, her curiosity that day had been far more obvious than she cared to admit.
You noticed her embarrassment and chuckled softly.
“If it’s any consolation,” she added, “since that day, I’ve also wanted to know more about you.”
Hanni tried to ignore how her heart stumbled in her chest.
She picked up the straw again and looked away. “I could have pretended it was something mysterious. It would have been more impressive.”
You laughed. “I prefer to be honest.”
Hanni huffed, but couldn’t suppress a small smile.
Then, before she could think too much, she looked at you and said,
“If you had asked sooner, you would have discovered that I wanted to know more about you too.”
The gleam in her eyes changed.
And, before Hanni could look away again, you took her hand on the table.
Your touch was gentle, but the intention was clear.
“So it’s good that we discovered it together.” You murmured, smiling slightly.
volleyball player!Daniela who gets so cocky and annoying on court the opposing team think its on purpose but really she is just a little bastard on the court.
volleyball player!Daniela who likes taunting and teasing the other team so much they start aiming the ball at her face which never works well, the one time she almost got hit in the face all the fans went wild. You did as well, maybe a little more upset. Daniela didn't let that slide, she really said “fuck you for aiming at me” and made eye contact with the hitter spiking that volleyball straight to her face. You could see the wide grin plastered all over her face.
volleyball player!Daniela who is basically a perfectionist when it comes to how she hits, if she feels slightly off she’ll redo the whole thing over and over and over until she either 1. finally gets to THAT hit 2. wears the fuck outta her teammates 3. until she gets calls and text messages from you. Most of the time she has her phone on do not disturb but for you its always on and has a cute ringtone to it whenever you text.
volleyball player!Daniela who doesn't like when her teammates hit on you, because duh you are hers and only her. You wear her signed jersey! She makes it known that she doesn't like when they hit on you. And if the teammate keeps doing it she’ll purposefully start giving them bad passes.
volleyball player!Daniela after each win she finds you in the stands and if you are close to the ground she’ll walk up giving you a kiss on the cheek, without you she wouldn’t be here. Her little cheerleader.
You thought Karina was an idiot, Karina thought you were the most interesting girl in the universe.
✦ 03. WATCHING
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The polar ice cap hit the city all at once, and snow began to fall every morning.
A small, thin, white carpet at the entrance to your building was the first sign you saw.
"Damn."
Your shoes sank into the soft snow that formed on the sidewalks, leaving footprints all the way to your campus.
You shrank among the dozens of students, sneaking until you reached the cafe you loved so much.
The warm, serene atmosphere took all the tension from your back, especially the smell of fresh coffee that filled your nostrils with olfactory comfort.
You walked straight to a secluded, warm, and always empty table in the corner. You quickly curled up on the booth, the fluffy cushion making you slightly lift the corners of your lips.
You didn't even bother to grab the menu; the comfort and low lighting of the place encouraged greater relaxation.
No one to disturb.
No one to talk to.
Alone.
Hot and alone.
Just yo-
"Sleepy?" Your eye shot open.
"What the fuck." You stood up straight, incredulous at how the girl had ended up there so suddenly and silently.
"Did I scare you? Sorry." The girl smiled.
"What do you want? Don't you have your friends? Did they abandon you? Sometimes historical feuds are cruel." you asked, frowning at the woman.
"First, rude. Second, I came to ask you something."
"Subtle. Say it." She smiled awkwardly.
"Okay, right..." She looked around before staring deeply into your eyes, uncomfortable. "Something's been taken from me, and I need you to get it back."
"I'm not a PAW Patrol."
"Just listen!" You sighed, still listening to the girl, curious as to what she wanted. "Soobin took my notebook; he's blackmailing me."
“What? Are you kids?”
“Y/n! Listen!” her voice sounded broken, desperate. “My diary, from elementary school.”
“What?! Damn! Why would you bring that shit?”
“I didn’t, it was at a party, he broke into my room and took it, but he hasn’t figured out the password yet.”
“Shit, Yizhuo. I told you to keep it safe!”
“Stop blaming me now, you’re an accomplice here.”
“You are the stupid one.”
“Because I’m Chinese? I see your point.”
You crossed your arms, now irritated.
Your calm, comfortable, and normal morning was over.
“Okay, I think I can get it back… Let’s just destroy it after this.”
“We can’t.” she denied immediately.
“Then I’ll keep it.” a proposal.
“Deal.” agreement.
“Now go away.” She rolled her eyes, but still followed your order.
Yizhuo quickly left the cafeteria, but quickly went to an enclosed area, trying to protect herself from the cold wind.
"Ning!" Karina's voice rang out.
"Rina!" the younger girl smiled.
Karina smiled back, but she walked resolutely toward Ning, which startled the girl.
Who wouldn't be startled?
Not in a bad way.
"So…" Karina began.
"Good morning?" the girl murmured.
"Oh yes, good morning." The voice sounded confused. "You was with Y/n."
"We have a class together." A quick reply.
"You don't like each other." She countered.
"Drawn pair, boring." Counterattack.
"About what?" A difficult opponent.
"Indigenous culture." Easy.
"Why would you have a class on that?" Relentless.
"Indigenous people have a lot of artistic value. But the cool thing is that they don't consider it art for the most part, but rather objects of common use." Game over.
"That's interesting." She smiled. "Good luck with that, it must be annoying."
"I handle it well."
"I know you do." She rasped. "I'll be late, see you later, good class." Ning smiled.
"See you later, good class."
What a shitty situation.
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Your fingers tapped repeatedly against the keyboard, the sound satisfying enough to start to make you sleepy.
But then something broke this cycle of comfort and imaginary waves of pleasure.
Loud knocks on the door, strong but orderly and rhythmic.
A loud sigh was released before you got up from the comfortable chair.
Opening the door quickly, you saw an unusual figure in front of you.
"Yizhuo."
"Y/n."
"You know where I live."
"It's not hard to find." She sighed before biting her lip. "Can I come in?" she asked hesitantly.
You opened the door wider, leaving a space for her to pass. She shrank past you, still taking in the entire place.
You also didn't miss how her eyes scanned the placement of all the decorative furniture that filled her view.
"It suits you."
"Compliment?"
"Yes... it is... Like you..." she pointed out. You knew she thought it was simple and tacky.
"What do you want here?" you asked, now realizing she was in your personal space.
"Soobin's having a party this Saturday, he's going to invite you." She leaned closer.
"You could tell me tomorrow." You crossed your arms.
"I couldn't, Karina's watching."
Karina?
So these aren't coincidences? Maybe she really is stalking you.
Crazy.
"I see. I won't accept the invitation so easily, but I'll go anyway."
"You're smart." Her brows furrowed. "That's all, good night.”
“Bye…” the girl shot past, you close the door with a bang muffled by the foam you’d installed a few days ago. “Strange.”
But after she left, something haunted your mind all the way to the room.
Karina is watching.
What exactly was she watching?
You?
Ning?
Your relationship with her?
Maybe she wants revenge. But why?
Is she that bad? Watching until she finds something against you?
Making a album of happy moments, of course is full of you
Pairing - Yoo Jimin X fem!reader
Genre - fluff
Warnings! more dialogues, Established relationship, kisses, reader is shorter than Rina(under 1.64cm), I don’t get how to describe tickles. W.C.: 720
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“Yes! Stay like this, don’t move,” you repeated for the fifth time in an hour.
You readjusted the zoom, focus, filter. Click. Flash. Click. Flash.
“This looks good.” you lowered the camera, accessing recent photos.
“Can I see?” Jimin approached, curious and anxious.
“No.” You quickly hid the camera.
“Hey! I have that right, they are my images.” Her finger poked your shoulder repeatedly.
“You will see in due time.” she snorted discontentedly.
“You’re mean.” You looked up at her, a little, not much. You’re not that short. “You look cute from this angle.”
“Cute?” she smiled.
“Cute, you’re cute.” You grimaced when her fingers hooked on either side of your (upper) cheeks and squeezed. “So cute.”
“Stop! Stop it!” you tried to walk away, failed miserably.
Her arms wrapped around you, pulling your body against hers.
Your cheek was against her collarbone, you tried to pull away again, failing.
Jimin brought her face closer to yours, her lips forming a pout before reaching your entire face.
Forehead, temple, cheek, nose, corner of your lips. She spread kisses all over your exposed face.
"Jimin!" she smiled, your face burning, cheeks pinker than you would have thought they would be.
"You're so red," she laughed, still holding you close.
"I hate you. Let me go!" You lightly slapped her hip.
"Oh, you hate me?"
"Yes! Let me go!" You felt the urge to slowly pull away.
When you were about to pull away, Jimin's fingers tighten around your waist. You were about to protest, until you felt a slight squeeze and her fingertips grazing that spot, that spot. No. Not that one! Pervert.
"Hate me?" you laughed, muscles rigid.
"Don't do that." Again. You laughed. "Stop!"
"Still hate me?" Her eyes locked with yours.
"You play dirty." She smiled.
"Say it again." You rolled your eyes. "Hey, don't roll your eyes at me."
"Or?" The woman raised an eyebrow.
Before she could squeeze you again, you pulled away, fast.
But she followed you, your steps quickening, hers too, you ran, she too.
The park was almost empty, so there were no obstacles in the way. You ran as fast as you could, but she still seemed so close.
You sped up, but she stayed close.
Until she reached you, wrapping her arms around your waist, stopping your body.
"You're fast." Her slightly labored breath hit the back of your neck. "For such small legs."
“Fuck you.”
“Yeah?” She tightened her grip on your body, her nose grazing the small, exposed part of your shoulder. She bit.
“Hey!”
The sound of her laughter sent shivers down your spine. Her fingers lightly traced your waist, barely caressing.
“I’m hungry.”
“Is that why you bit me?”
“Yeah, you’re hot.” You glanced at her over your shoulder.
“Shut up.”
She smiled, her face moving closer to yours.
Your gaze fell to her lips, reddish, plump, and so attractive… And… Reddish?
“Are you wearing lipstick?” she agreed proudly. “JIMIN!”
“You look cute now, it suits you.” She referred to the lipstick marks on your face. “But there’s one spot missing.”
She turned you around firmly.
Her lips touched yours, light, tender. Just standing there, like it was the place where it was always supposed to be.
Your free hand gripped her shoulder, just to confirm that you didn't object to any of her actions. Click. Flash.
She pulled away, her eyes curious, searching for the source of the sound. It wasn't you.
A woman with a camera smiled at her. You looked at her confused.
"Sorry! Sorry for disturbing you." she approached while fiddling with something on the camera. "You guys stopped right in front of the fountain; it made a beautiful photo." Jimin looked interested.
"Really? Can we see?"
"Of course."
She turned the camera. A perfect photo, of the perfect moment. The fountain water cascaded down, the sky looked blue and bright with a few white clouds.
The metal of your belt, rings, earrings, and silver necklaces, along with your black clothes, contrasted perfectly with the clear, peaceful scenery behind you.
Perfect photo.
"You look so short in this photo," she smiled. "Can you send it to me?" the woman asked again, pulling her cell phone from her pocket.
╰► SYNOPSIS: haerin doesnt know what to make of the question you often ask her until she finally understands why you asked her in the first place.
╰► WARNINGS: a sad attempt on angst (pun intended), suicide, death, bad writing, wrong grammar and usage of punctuations and symbols (probably)
╰►WORD COUNT: 2320
╰►A/N: a repost of an old one i posted long ago so if you're familiar with it its cause you've read it before. it's been tweaked a tad bit so yeah. thank you to user @sixflame438 for giving the go sign and for encouraging and giving advices to me whilst writing. i got too lazy to do gradient on the rest💔💔
you've always been fascinated with reincarnation, alternate universes and the like. you talking would almost always lead you to go on a tangent about it whenever you find yourself awake at night in haerin’s room, the world seemingly being still and quiet, the only thing that could be heard was your voice and the soft hum of the air conditioner.
to tell you the truth, haerin never really understood why you seem so fond of that topic, you would often ask her questions whether the y/n in another universe has a haerin, or if you guys were to get reincarnated would you guys find each other again?
she found it a little silly because, of course the y/n in another universe would have her too. she can’t think of an instance where you guys wouldn’t meet. it doesn’t matter whether what you guys have in this universe is different from the others— it can be platonic or not she’s just sure that you would always have her may it be thousands of years in the past or thousands of years into the future, she knows that she would always make her way to you.
but now she understands. she just wishes she understood sooner before all that happened, maybe she could have changed the outcome, maybe she could have done something— anything just to avoid the current reality she's in. but one question still remains in her mind, why?
then she thinks about the bright smile you would give her after she answers your question. you looked so pleased with her answer, like something you were worried about got solved when she says the same line she always tells you when you asked.
she constantly relives that day in her head, hoping for a different outcome, but even her mind can't procure a different ending. she doesn't know whether she should be grateful for that or lament over the fact that even in her mind she can't think of an ending where you would still be here— asking her that same question whenever you find yourself in her room late at night,
(this wasn't what she expected to come home to, she just got back from a solo schedule when haerin went to your room where she found you; slumped against your bed laying on your own pool of blood. before she knew it she was already scrambling to get to you as she screamed your name.
when she reached you, haerin desperately clutched onto your blood stained shirt. her ears pressing onto your chest to look for a heartbeat. hands wandering to your wrist and neck to look for a pulse. and when she couldn't find any her mind went blank as she screamed, hands hopelessly clutching onto your shirt as she pulled you to her chest.
the way your body felt so cold disgusted her, how your blood felt so sticky against her skin made her want to puke, and how pale you looked revolted her.
her throat still felt raw from the scream she let out when she saw you, knees aching from when she tripped and fell trying to get to your limp body. haerin, in all her eighteen years of living, has never screamed that loudly and ran that fast.
she doesn't know what to think, it felt like her brain just shut itself down the moment her gaze fell onto you, and the only thing she could do right now is desperately clutch on to your limp body as tears fell from her eyes and onto you.
everything felt silent despite the distraught cries of the other members, minji practically screaming into the phone— she doesn't even know when they got there and desperate choked out no's now being her mantra
what is she saying no to? she doesn't really know, but it's all that she can come up with as you continue to lose the little warmth your body had and as your blood continue to stain her clothes as she desperately clutches you closer to her, hoping that somehow her warmth could be transferred onto you and the coldness of your body would be casted away.
she was never one to pray but god was she doing it now. she doesn't care who's listening, may it be the devil, god, or any supreme beings— she just prays that this was some sick joke, that this wasn't real and that you would get up and tell her this was all a prank and point out the cameras hidden in the room.
but who was she kidding? she knows you too well to know that this isn't something you'd joke about, and your limp body in her arms was enough proof, they don't need to know you as a person to come to the conclusion that this was in fact real.)
the wind howled loudly, paired with the dark grey clouds, it felt like the warning sign for rain that has yet to fall. the type of rain where the drops came so big and fast that it hurts to stand under it, the type of rain that would soak you to the bone in seconds. you loved that type of weather, it felt fitting for it to happen now, it's like the world’s giving you its final farewell as you were to be buried 6 feet under where there’s no way for you to feel the rain on your skin anymore. but at the same time, it seemed like the world mourned your passing too, like it could understand the numbing pain she felt.
cries, words of comfort, and exchange of condolences. that’s all haerin’s heard since her world— you, came crushing down. she doesn’t remember how much time has passed, doesn’t remember if she’s eaten a proper meal, doesn’t remember if she’s gotten a wink of sleep, doesn’t remember when she last showered, brushed her teeth, or even let herself feel. none of it mattered, nothing would change the reality that’s in front of her, the one she’s been trying to ignore. it wouldn’t change anything, so what point would there be in doing it?
she watched as people she didn't know or even slightly familiar with, threw flowers atop your casket that was about to be lowered, waiting for her turn. she doesn’t know what to feel what to say or if she should even say anything at all. nothing felt right, of course nothing felt right. you’re not supposed to be inside of that wooden box, away from her, from everything and everyone you loved. you were meant to stay by her, besides her, alive, well and warm.
when it was her turn, she stepped forward and threw the red carnation given to her to throw too. it was ironic really, red carnations represent an alive and beating heart, and yours was anything but, and maybe her heart stopped beating with yours too. once she was done she went back to her spot slowly and quietly as she watched the attendants cover your casket in dirt with unblinking eyes, till the wooden white box you were in could no longer be seen.
she stood there, unmoving, even when everyone else left. she felt someone put their hand on her shoulder, and for a moment she thought it was you— to only then realize that it doesn't hold the same warmth and softness yours had, and oh. right, yeah, she was looking at you, or at least looking at where you now lay to rest. she didn't turn to whoever was behind her, she was sure they said something too but she couldn’t make out what it was so she didn't say anything, and the hand that was on her shoulder left as she heard their footsteps fade away from her.
the wind picked up again, the way it hit her face stung, then a drop, and another, and came the down pour. she stayed, still unmoving, hoping? she doesn’t know anymore. then a few minutes later, haerin isn’t so sure anymore, she felt a droplet of rain on her head, then another and then next thing she knew she was soaked. weird, she could’ve sworn it had started raining already.
it was cold, the strong wind paired with the unrelenting rain made it cold enough for her to shiver a little despite wearing a coat. she hates the cold, she hates what her mind associates it with, she prefers the warmth of the sun, the warmth of your touch, your hugs, your kisses, you. she hates the cold so much.
she doesn’t know how much time she spent under the rain, a minute, ten, twenty, an hour she doesn't care, before an umbrella hovered over her and the same hand she felt earlier was there again, this time she doesn't hope as she turned towards whoever it was to come face to face with minji.
the latter’s eyes were red, her hair and clothes were dry and a direct contrast to haerin’s tear soaked face, dripping hair, and even more soaked clothes. haerin wasn’t sure why the older girl’s eyes widened upon seeing her face, and then she was pulled into a hug. minji didn't care if she wet her clothes too, she didn't care if she couldn’t hold up the umbrella and she got soaked too. haerin looked like she was close to breaking and going to a point of no return, and she was certain even the girl she was holding now didn’t even know it. god, she’s never seen her look like this, not even when minji came into the room to see the younger girl clutching your body like she was willing for your life to stay inside you if she held tight enough.
haerin didn't know what to do so she didn't do anything instead, her arms hanging limply beside her as the older girl hugged her tighter now letting go of the umbrella as the rain now freely falling and soaking her and haerin even more. it was warm, minji was always warm but her warmth was different from yours and it hurts to think about, and now she isn't sure if what was wetting her face was the rain or her own tears. so she hugged the older girl back instead tightly, like her life depended on it and maybe it did.
it was unfair, really unfair. you always asked her if you guys had each other in other universes and timelines and would seem content when she said yes. but what about her in this universe? did you think of that too? its unfair, she wants you in this too just like she does in every other.
(haerin doesn’t turn when she hears her door creak open, she doesn't need to, she knows its you from the way you gently opened it to try and see if you can do it as silently as you could, even though you know by now that it's practically pointless to do so, the way she hears soft foot steps pad across her room, and finally feel the dip on the other side of the bed due to the added weight. you didn't have to say anything for her to know its you, nor does she have to look to know its you.
she didn’t have to make space for you either, cause there would always be a space for you besides her shoving herself to one side of the bed just in case you enter her room, an extra seat beside hers, a space for you when walking or talking with others, anywhere at anytime, haerin always leaves a space for you, because you belong besides her, and you know that. god— she hopes you know that, cause she would break inside if you didn’t.
silence filled the air as the air conditioning continued to hum and the sound of bed sheets softly rustling as you shuffled around to get yourself comfortable. your arm draping onto haerin’s midsection as you tangled your legs with hers, and like always— she welcomes you. her left arm stretching out for you to use as a pillow, her other hand laying atop yours.
you let out a small sigh of satisfaction as you snuggle closer to her, she turns towards you ever so slightly to make it easier for you. neither said anything, you didn't need to. the comfort of having each other in your arms was more than enough to fill in whatever longing you both had for each other throughout the day, just basking in one another’s warmth as you pulled her slightly closer, and closer, and closer till the gap between you both ceased to exist.
haerin loved moments like this, she loved you. she loves everything that has to do anything with you. its times like this where she can let her guards down, around you, only you. no cameras, no managers, no staff, no other people. just the two of you in her bubble, haerin could probably only name a thing or two that's better than this, and both of it still involves you.
“rin”
she hears you say, more like feel, as you had your face stuffed into her shoulder, her shirt muffling any sound that comes out of you. nonetheless, she hums in response waiting for you to continue.
“do you think we’d still be together in universes that isn’t this?”
after hearing that, haerin’s hold on you became a tad bit tighter. the question in itself wasn’t anything new, it may sound like a harmless and cute question to others but haerin can’t help and feel like it’s anything but when you ask her. you always sounded so casual about it but there was always this finality hidden beneath it that she couldn’t ignore. but still, she answers you with certainty like she always does.
You thought Karina was an idiot, Karina thought you were the most interesting girl in the universe.
✦ 02. LIE
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"We both know you're lying; it's unhealthy, you know."
The words consumed your thoughts all weekend, the image of her sarcastic smile flashing through your mind.
Lying.
How could she say that?
"She's crazy, she doesn't even know me." You shook your head.
If it were true, why were you thinking about it so much?
She got to you, she did.
"Asshole." you repeated.
You didn't like her, not at all; she was despicable.
Karina just couldn't accept that someone wouldn't kiss her feet, wouldn't treat her like a complete queen.
Her constant search for approval and attention irritated you, because that's what she did: she sought attention.
You ignored her as much as you could, but her voice was ingrained in you. Every time you closed your eyes, her face appeared along with that accusation.
Maybe because, deep down, a part of you knew something was wrong. That the perfect facade you presented to the world was starting to crack.
Not because of her. But because she saw it.
And you hated that more than anything else.
It was better to hate her. It was easier to blame Karina than to face in the mirror.
You huffed, throwing your phone on the bed. Notifications flashed, but you didn't want to know.
Not today.
Not while her voice was still whispering in your ear: "We both know."
A strange, unfamiliar feeling in your chest, making your whole body want to squirm and writhe in pure disgust.
You know.
Know what? That she was a complete idiot? Everyone knew that.
No matter how much they denied it, Karina was a complete idiot, and that would never change.
With that thought, your eyes grew heavy, your vision darkened, and sleep took over your entire body.
Luckily, your dreams were about unicorns and fairies…
And a princess…
A princess who…
IS SHE LIKE KARINA?
“FUCK!”
[…]
You entered the classroom, quickly searching for your friend.
“Haewon.” you said loudly, quickly.
The girl started, then smiled when she saw you.
Yunjin, who was next to her, also smiled.
“Y/n!”
“I have a problem, a big one.”
“Should I?” Yunjin started to leave, but you stopped her.
“No. Stay.” You pulled up a chair and sat down. “I had a dream.”
“Wow. I heard dreams represent mental instability, should we see a therapist?” She came closer, her eyebrows furrowed, studying you.
“What? No.” You pulled away.
"Are you sure? Don't be ashamed to ask for help."
"Haewon, shut up and listen to me."
You told Haewon and Yunjin about the bizarre interaction with Karina, about the sweet, happy dream — until Karina showed up.
About how she was dressed as an ice princess, with a mean look every time she saw you.
"And that's it," you finished, looking at the two of them.
They both remained motionless for a few seconds, until they started laughing and hitting each other like complete lunatics.
"This isn't funny, it's terrifying."
"Completely terrifying when a lesbian starts having feelings for a woman." Yunjin barely managed to pronounce it correctly as she laughed.
"I don't have feelings for her! Just anger." You crossed your arms, stressed by the situation.
"Sex in disapproval." Haewon looked at you. "Totally understandable."
"I heard it's better after a fight." Yunjin added.
"Idiots, two idiots." You rolled your eyes, disbelieving that they were laughing at your situation.
You sank back into your chair as the two continued to laugh and joke about what they'd just heard.
But you didn't laugh; your mind was elsewhere.
Or rather, on someone else.
Blurred thoughts about why you were thinking so much about Karina, something that had never happened so intensely.
A pang of pain began to emerge, but it was almost imagined.
A reminder from your subconscious to stop trying to find a reason for this.
Live your life. Forget her.
But it was hard when it seemed Karina was everywhere. Following you. Watching you.
OKAY I haven’t been actively reading njz fics lately, but these are some of the writers whose works I still think about/whose fics I read most recently:
@fnzktn — HER HAERIN FICS OG MY GODKDJDNNDNDNN they grabbed me by the throat
@imaxdead — "My cats gayer than me" THIS ONES CUTE ASF.
@bombiikki — butterflies in the rain??? OUUUU dont evennnn
@earlysunshines — one of the first njz writers i ever read and i CRIED MULTIPLE TIMES not even exaggerating
@ryoshiwaah — THE NEW MINJI AND HAERIN SMAU IM SEATED.
@nabipumpum — her smau "What's her name" Loved it.
@sixflame438 — ALL OR NOTHING SMAU😝😝
@aijunbi — still patiently waiting on that haerin smau…
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germansingergirl
blakekathryn
jbbartram-illu
tangentwithtanner
janainaart
izzy806
origamiaround
vaporwave
yousharknotpass
