#armycarat

[moonage-daydreamy]

watching taehyung de-twinkified from the military and so buff in his sdt uniform and looking so fatal did something to me. like, sir, you were literally a fruit? also makes me fear what I will witness as jeonghan goes into the military. bros an immovable object against the unstoppable force.

[winterberrybaddie]

Blue & Gray

(Seokjin x Mingyu x OC)

V | Damaged Goods

[Previous Chapter] [Ch. I] [Master list of Works]

Pairing: BTS' Jin x SEVENTEEN's Mingyu x fem!reader (OC)

Language: English

Genre/Trope: Angst, Love Triangle, Dark Romance, Smut, Morally Gray

Warnings: STRICTLY FICTIONAL - MINORS DNI 🔞. Read at your own risk, curse unfiltered words, slight innacuracy of real places (I did my best to research okay?), inaccurate personality or name of characters, romantic tension, mention of body parts, body fluids, abuse, and m*scarr*age.

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The trip from Paris Fashion Week was definitely a rollercoaster ride of emotions and mix of bittersweet moments. Nonetheless, it was a trip worth remembering including the not so good parts. Right now, it's back to work. My symptoms? Never better. I'm still surprised I managed to get up on time for work. Jetlag? I couldn't recall a time I felt nor experienced it at all, considering the hours of direct flight from France to South Korea. The floor of the department felt unfamiliar, like something happened without me that I missed or just sudden shift in the air - I am yet to discover.

"Min-Ah, is it just me or the atmosphere in here changed?" I whispered as I leaned over her booth, she looked over and paused. She shook her head while pouting.

"Nothing really, I managed to keep things in control here without you by the way." She uttered with a proud smile, my lips parted in awe.

"Oh so you're ready now? I can tell uncle then." I teased.

She shook her head more but with fear this time. "No! Just a humble brag. I actually might faint if I take your spot for a week. Marketing is not as easy as I thought. No wonder the small businesses I started kept failing." Her pouting just got more intense, jeez.

I caught a group of people walking from my peripherals so I look their way to see - it was Mingyu with Uncle's secretary and another young woman my age. He looked like he's seen a ghost and couldn't keep an eye contact with anyone for that matter, that's suspicious.

"Everyone, this is Kim Sae-Na. We are just giving her a tour around the place, please be nice to her." The people of the floor, including me, took the bow with courtesy and continued with work.

I looked at Min-Ah with questions in mind but before she uttered a single word, the secretary approach me to have a little chat in my office and I obliged.

"I hope I didn't come in a bad timing." She began the conversation, as I walked to the lounge area. "No, no, Secretary Han. What brings you here?" I smiled to keep things professional, Mingyu on the other hand is barely keeping up.

"I would like to introduce you to Kim Sae-Na, the fiance of the chairman's son, which I know is a good friend of yours. I dropped by to show her around the headquarters and so you can be acquainted early." The secretary elaborated for formalities.

My eyebrows lifted, keeping a smile alive as possible without feeling the sharp pain coming from my chest and stomach. "Ah! No wonder when she walked in, I just knew. The chemistry reeks of it. Congrats, babes! Lemme see the ring!" Her delicate hand places across, revealing the vintage ruby at its best - the family heirloom, of course. "Oh, now that's the stamp of approval!" I joked that made us all laugh, except for him at the back still keeping up with fake smiles.

"And so are you! With THE Kim Seokjin of Bangtan Sonyeondan. Couldn't get more iconic than that!" She returned the compliment. The laughing continued, I can feel my cold, swollen feet and hands, my head getting lighter and ears all cloudy.

"Nice to meet you, Sae-Na! And congrats on the ring! If you need help with the planning, I'd be honored to be of service." We finished with the greetings and Mingyu kept an eye contact as if his eyes wishes to do all the talking.

I reached for the pantry to drink and sat on my throne to recuperate, my body is screaming for help and I refuse to acknowledge it. If anything, I'd work more to distract myself until it's no longer there. Okay, progress reports for the days prior and during my trip are out, just something to take my mind off.

He came back storming the office once again, panting this time. "Let me explain." My brows stitched together, giving him a clueless look. "It's what my parents wanted, not me. That Paris trip meant something to me, I was willing to fight for you Chaerin... for us." Why utter this nonsense in front of me like a mad man?

I crossed my arms and leaned back, I can feel some cramping on my lower stomach - must be my bladder. "Mingyu... I do not understand... you got a fiance, that's life."

He paused, even his short breathing. "Chaerin, I can still appeal to my parents about it. I cannot spend the rest of my life in a loveless marriage."

I stood up to lead him outside, this conversation is too much for me right now, plus I need to take a leak. "Look, picking me wouldn't change anything. And this will bring a great scandal to your clan, dragging your family in the dirt. I'm damaged goods, Kim Mingyu..."

I can feel my stomach loosen and tighten at the same time, feet getting sweaty from the heels, this is a bad stomach bug now. "Chaerin..." His eyes in horror looking beneath where I stood... I found myself dripping in red, flowing down my heels.

I looked back in panic, do I ask for help or do I just clean up in the toilet? In a swift yet calm manner, he grabbed the throw blanket from my lounge, covered me from behind and carried me in bridal style. He got out of the floor heading to the elevator to the car park, the people we walked past gave mixed looks of intrigue and concern.

"I can clean up at the rest room, please put me down." A tear ran down my cheek knowing very well that it's not just something I can wipe or wash away.

He placed me at the back, behind the driver's seat. The leather sliding smoothly with the throw blanket as he drives with urgency in every turns and brakes. I blacked out, feeling another tear fall down the side of my face.

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I woke up to a cloudy vision, ears muffled, and a heavy body, well that's assuring I'm still alive. A man brooding with familiarity, he sat from the other side of the room. He didn't look in shape; hair kept underneath a baseball cap, messy shirt, face swollen, body language barely rested. My eyes navigated the room to check who else was there, none - just plain white walls and the gleam of sunlight coming from the window. My chest felt heavy; lower torso felt hollow, empty.

Not long ago, he woke up from his nap and walked my way while tugging his hands inside the pockets of his pants. He took a chair to place it at bedside and sat on it, his eyes were bloodshot. "Hey, do you want me to call the doctors now to check on you?"

I held his hand placed on the railing of my bed and look him straight in the eye. Mine are welling up, his turned the same and avoided my gaze. "I want to hear it from you first... did it..." Drops fell on both sides of my face until it came flowing like waterfalls, throat rubbing from words wanting to come out despite wanting to find out the gut-wretching truth. Still facing the other way, I heard him sob too, constantly wiping his eyes. "Please, tell me the truth. It's not here anymore right?" I see the back of his head nodding slowly, my heavy heart dropped, strings cut loose, and a subtle ache demanding to be felt.

He took off his cap, revealing his hair all messed up, aura reflecting of too much despair - from all these years of being together, this was the first time I witnessed him in such state, genuinely.

"They made me choose... you or the baby... I can't lose you knowing the fact that our last memory was you hating me when all this time, you were bearing our child that we made mixed with my own sin." He caved in, the crying got more intense for both of us. Bowed, forehead placed on my hand that he held with both his.

"But isn't that all you wanted to begin with? An heir to your family name? Isn't that our contract just coming to fruition?" I looked at him, he shook his head in shame.

"You deserve to live. I owe you those 4 years I wasted. I want to see you have a second chance at life even if it doesn't include me in it anymore. I already told my lawyer to forfeit the whole document. The last copy is on the bedside, do what you want with it. Since yesterday, you are no longer bound to me... Jeez, even that sounds so inhumane, I am deeply sorry for not seeing the bigger picture sooner than I should have... I hope you find it in your heart to forgive me. Even if I have to do it until my last breath and in the next life, I will." His hand placed back on the railings, still cautious around me, making sure he keeps a respecting body language towards me - that's how I can sense the sincerity from him, not solely on his words. "You don't have to reciprocate your feelings anymore. I will still love you in ways I can, from afar, like your good old friend Kim Seokjin from trainee days."

"Perhaps we cross paths again someday... Do not hesitate to approach me. For now, I want to get lost finding myself. But I don't think I will ever love someone else like I did with you." We both smiled calmly, I dried the tears from my face.

"I'd say the same for me. I guess I will have you and our baby as my inspiration for the upcoming album now." We exchanged snickering laughter, my bestfriend stormed the room with Mingyu and Coups.

"I came as soon as I found out. I'm so sorry I wasn't there when it happened." She held me in a tight hug, the ones that felt like I'm safe again.

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The cold breeze of early morning greeted me as I hopped on the bus heading home, the sun wasn't even up yet - time check, 4am. Nervous at the idea of what to expect, I haven't been home since my father's passing 2 years ago. This is a good bus I took, right amount of space like a boeing plane, same in-trip entertainment screens too! This is new... to me, not sure how long these type of buses have been around for but this is my first time. I picked a couple of songs on shuffle as I enjoyed the view by the window as the sun began to rise little by little to accompany me for the rest of the trip instead.

Stepping down, I sighed and felt unfamiliar with the smoke coming out of my mouth. I forgot it could get chilly in this place at this time of the year. A car pulled up, it's my youngest brother welcoming me with the widest smile and warmest hug. He took my luggage and bags, I went ahead and sat inside the car.

"Eomma was batshit worried about you, something about your fiance apologizing constantly to her without putting out context. What happened? Did he hurt you? Because I can make this car fly and give him a good beating at this instant." His face switched quickly mid-sentence.

I snickered, smiled calmly and took my time observing him. His face no longer had any trace of youth, voice deepened when I used to love it when I make him laugh because of the innocence behind the joy. It breaks me not being able to witness half of his years because I was busy chasing a dream that failed me, and spending the rest of mine trying to pay it back and help keep our home afloat while it's both of my siblings' turn to pursue their own dreams too. I couldn't help but feel a bit sappy, holding back the tears.

"How's our sister from Tokyu U?" I changed topics to stop myself from being a sentimental first born sibling.

"Oh, she's currently having her internship at Japan Airlines. She's at the airports when we call her sometimes." We smiled. Well that's assuring she's in track of her degree.

We finally got home. The quiet street of rural suburbs of South Korea that only the sound of swift winds fill the place, it's a relief that I can still recognise the house in its current state. Mother made sure the garden is taken care of, that was the reason dad bought the house for her because she loves flowers so much and she fell in love when she saw the garden, the very first time during their ocular visit when it was still on sale.

"We're home!" Brother shouted at the distance, only delicate bells from the chimes were heard. The house smelled the same, I took a slow deep breath. "Mother's probably at the back, I remembered we're about to run out of kimchi supply."

We walked to the back of the kitchen, there she was. An old lady slouching as she sat on the low stool with gloves and sun visor on, she mixes the chili marinade with the washed chopped cabbage pieces. We came out to greet her.

"Your favorite child is home." Even after all this time, it's still the running joke among the family and relatives.

Mother's head tilted upward, took off her gloves and covered the basin of her in-progress Kimchi. "Go back inside, you clean yourself and we'll have lunch together. The stew will be good by then." She stopped her tracks and faced me, pulled me for a tight hug. "Your sister just stopped by for a few days last week. Aigoo, when will Eomma ever witness the three of you, complete under the same roof." She carried on to the kitchen and checked her stew on low heat, releasing a slight hint of umami from the soy, chili, pears and onion probably. Oh well, time for a quick shower as per mom's orders.

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Visiting father's grave, it always gave me an unexplainable aching pain on my chest. Some constant resentment towards myself for not making the most of the years to spend more time with him while he was still alive. He was our favorite confidant in the family because when we tell him our worries, it seemed like he's got it handled and his words of advice make everything look so easy to fix. After mother finishes with cooking, eating, or prepping for fermented side dishes, he always makes sure to clean everything up for her so she can rest. When we need him, he was always one call away since we were kids in kindergarten until we grew up and lived miles apart. He truly lived up to the role as the pillars and roof of the house until his last breath. Even if he's no longer with us, he made sure mother and the house was taken care of in terms of finances.

Walking past the identical gray stone plates with names of different people until we saw his. Some slightly fresh bouquet of flowers were placed on a holder designated for him - it must be a relative that dropped by. We lit incense sticks to pray for him and offered an hour of silence for him. I couldn't help but cry, with what's been going on in my life lately, I need him around the most. Take care of my baby in heaven, Appa. Tell them stories about me when I was little.

"He must've known you needed to visit home, he called you to come over." I felt warm arms surrounding me, Eomma and brother wrapping me with the safest, and comforting embrace.

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The night of, brother was just tidying up plates and cutlery from dinner. Eomma pulled out a bottle of Soju and sliced some fruits. She placed the bucket full of ice, the Soju and tub of fresh fruit assortments like Pears, Strawberries, Blueberries, and Green Grapes, on the table. She loves to open the bottle using the only drinking trick she had been doing for a long time now.

"Still works everytime." Waving the green tinted glass closer to me, showing the swirling tornado-looking movement within the liquid inside before she put it back on the table. "So, trouble in paradise? He dropped by a few days before you came. He was holding flowers I thought were for me but he gave me a fruit basket instead. The bundle left from your father's grave was definitely his, it was the same ones he was holding that time." She sat with her leg up, comfortably like it's muscle memory already. After all, she's a mother. She knows and she has the sixth sense for these things. But wait, he visited? So he apologized to my mother in person and not through a call like how I understood brother's story yesterday.

"You think your father was the perfect man that he's always been your standard when it comes to men? Listen when I say, he's a headache. A migraine at this point. That man got me shaking my head, rolling my eyes, and exhaling the deepest breaths my entire life with him around." And she took a full shot of the clear drink then bit on a slice of grape.

I was silent, looking through my mother's lens. Of course, their marriage was never straight flawless, all happy and laughter. I looked at the frame of my drawing from afar, knowing what happened behind it before - I was just 5. Mother looked behind her where my eyes were set on.

"Oh, that? Remember why it's there? Your father punched on that wall out of frustration from me, it left a mark. That wooden wall was the sturdiest in the market! I placed your very first artwork from school, to constantly remind him of who will grow up witnessing everything he does if he keeps up the act." Shaking her head as she poured herself another drink. That was the first and last time I saw him reach that point of anger, he's been managing well since then.

"Before you marry that man, ask yourself; is he the man I will be tolerating for the rest of our lives? His disappointments, misbehavior, mistakes whether it be the most intentional ones or the inevitable ones? Will you forever resent him for the wrongdoings he will be making? If you will spend your whole life worrying about him messing things up, that won't be a marriage full of love. Genuine love can also appear in a form of forgiveness, growth, acceptance, and sacrifice. If you cannot accept the fact that you have to be selfless and give half of yourself to another person, then you're not ready for a lifelong commitment such as marriage." Her eyes welled up, mine followed afterwards. I just know she's having flashbacks of remnants of the past whenever she talks about anything that relates to her late husband.

"But he changed for you, right? Those parts you kept tolerating and resenting him for, he got rid of them, right?" I served myself another shot while the previous one I took still stings along the lining of my throat.

She nodded, "I gave him the ultimatum, mind you, I was pregnant with you at the time already. Either he better himself or I find a better one for myself. Smoking, violent outbursts, gambling, shouting at people, being too friendly around women, impulsiveness; all gone when you came out." Her face and tone with pride, chewing on a handful of peanuts. "The last impulsive thing he did was buy this house." Tilted her head, she couldn't admit that this was the one she wanted and Appa bought it just for her.

"He always does things in particular ways, he has his reasons."

I grew up in a loving home not knowing it took a lot of destructive storms to reach calm oceans. But they made it work, they both did and kept it strong until their last breaths... one of them, exactly like from their wedding vows.

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BTS Jin to sign with GMA Corp. for future projects and endorsements

WWH expanding his brand beyond music, he has a separate agency for his face card now.

Mans really in love he followed his fiance to work 🥹

First Mingyu, now Seokjin. Who's next, Taehyung-ie? Dahyun-ie?

I just returned from a quick escape from the hustle and bustle and this is the first thing I have to handle, my ex-fiance signing with us. "Did he really do that just to be with you more often?" Min-Ah's face in full pout, girl whatever just take my spot for the love of god.

"I don't know, any other projects I need to tend to? The companies hiring our models for the upcoming fashion week?" I ordered in a serious tone, to divert the subject elsewhere. Her posture changed, yes I'm on boss mode little sis. I activated the PC with the records from different agencies and brands needing specific talents. Min-Ah tapping on her tablet, sending me the supplementary files I needed. I heard a knock from the arch of my doorstep, my peripherals sense it's a man in multiple layers of coat. Looking up and I was right, it's Seokjin.

"Oh, sorry did I interrupt something?" His body and tone still cautious.

Min Ah bowed and stepped aside, giving me an unsure look. I gave her the 'don't leave, stay with me' eyes.

"Ah. Just busy for the fashion week preparations. No wonder Yoomin is usually grumpy during these times of the year." I laughed to keep the mood of the room in a light positive energy.

"Oh that's for Milan. Any word from Gucci for me?" He asked out of curiosity, or perhaps just to stay in the office a little longer.

"Sorry, none for now. You will be the first to know, don't worry... Min Ah-ssi, can I also have the file for the metrics of the recent campaign with Gentle Monster, please?" I am trying my hardest so he can read the room! Min Ah is definitely noticing it.

"I guess I will leave you two to it then. Nice to see you around." His calm smile coming back like it never left. I missed the presence of this version of Seokjin, but I can't jump onto things too fast just yet. Soul searching, Chaerin! Remember?

"Agh. Eonnie, that was the toughest 5 minutes of my shift more than the amount of documents you wanted me to process today. What happened with the two of you anyway? I heard oppa talking about you with eomma last night." Min Ah looking puzzled, I felt bad. Unfortunately, she might end up the same fate as her siblings if she doesn't find someone worthy to marry in due time.

"Just adults and their mess, right? Haha. I just want to finish with all the campaigns and projects so I can have a well-deserved trip for myself. Never touching my phone about anything work-related. That's the dream." I let out a deep sigh and went back to my screen.

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My feet hurt from these heels I used the first time after buying it last year. I tapped my ID from the machine and headed to the lobby. Coincidentally, I spotted Seokjin and his car brought out the driveway from the valet officer.

"Welcome to my life. 9am, clock in; 5pm clock out. And that's if I finish all tasks within the shift, it extends otherwise." I shared as I waited for the company bus that takes me home.

He sighed, smiled though looking all drained. I wonder what he did all day at the building to look this beat up? "Care to join me for dinner? My treat." I stared at the opened car door and to him with visible hesitation. I cannot trust him too early yet. "Apologies. I know you might not trust me just yet. How about this, if you really want to join, just make your way there. I'll text you the location. If you don't come, not a problem. Rest well at home then." He smiled calmly, my gut has never failed me before and I see a different version of him now.

"Okay, I shall think about it while on the road. You drive safe!" I got in the work bus and sat at the inner corner of the first row, my usual spot where I can take naps.

The bus drove in the middle of tall skyscrapers of the central business district, city lights start to appear more as the skies wrapped in darkness and gray clouds. I spot the bus stop closer to my place, I asked to be dropped off.

The house felt empty yet filled with memories from bittersweet moments of my life away from home. I can't spend dinner with him yet, I have to take my time getting used to be alone all by myself, not depending on anyone especially on the emotional aspect.

Doorbell rang out of nowhere, though I'm not expecting any guests? It was a delivery man, I didn't recall ordering anything. I had no choice but to receive it to see who placed the booking. There was a handwritten note behind the receipt: "Take the night to rest, here's some food so you don't have to cook. - 🌙"

I barely recalled the last time I used that name for him. Perhaps I name our little angel the same. My hands stretched the bag open to take the boxes out one by one, it's a Dosirak meal with Beef Bulgogi, my favorite comfort food. Checking through my phone, I might book a couple of therapy sessions just to help clear my head. The silence in my unit can be quite unsettling to a point that why is it not as productive as before whenever he's here? I turned the TV on and thought, maybe I could start watching a series to change something with my routine. I served the food and a nice cold can of flavored beer on the coffee table across the couch and got comfortable. See? It's not so bad being alone, this is fun!

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GMA Corp. running an all female team as Kim Yeon-Min replacing husband as new Chairman

Another day at work, finalizing the list of talents being deployed to Milan and New York. I assigned Min Ah for the social media rollouts of the campaigns for the month, Yoomin will be back this week as our new CEO which is great because I missed her greatly around - this job up top is not for the weak.

"Wah. Hey, big shot." I heard a knock again and a familiar voice uttered - someone I haven't seen in a long time! As quick as I can, I rushed for a big hug.

"Little Chan!" I witnessed this kid grow up from a cheeky little menace to a proper gentleman. His hair is returning to his usual length now, after all, it's been a year since he began enlistment. "I thought those camps swallowed you alive, even Mingyu hasn't seen you yet." I joked while rubbing his head playfully.

"Tell me about it, Eonnie! Sometimes it's becoming an eyesore, it's just us men in there. Even my arms and back hurt from whatever task we have to accomplish every week." He pouted. "Is Min-Ah here? I heard she works here now too." He shyly added, I rolled my eyes. I forgot this man liked Mingyu's youngest sister.

"Sunbaenim, we have an executive meeting in ten minutes." Speaking of, Min-Ah dropped by to let me know before she heads back to her station. I just know Dino will recognize that voice and look behind him... and he actually did. Here goes his charming mask back on.

"Omo, Min-Ah-ssi is that you?" I cannot stand his face making an unusual manner just to make it look appealing to women.

Min-Ah smiled and reached out for a half-sided hug. They could actually work, if Dino eventually musters up his courage to face Mingyu and uncle Kim.

"Oppa, your hair is growing back!" Min-Ah's eyes glistening of young love reminded me of myself when Seokjin just returned from completing his service and finally asked me out... just a year after the contract - I was so naive and hopeful.

"If you don't have anything going on today after work, do you want to have dinner somewhere?" Dino trying to be respectful as he slow down on his tone. His hand reaching for the back of his neck, she nodded though glanced at me for approval.

"Eonnie, will it be alright? Are we having a full house?" She had to be sure and courteous, I shook my head.

"No, go ahead! I got it from here. Clock out on time so you don't get home late after the dinner." I smiled, Dino mouthed 'thank you, sis' as he follows her back to her work station.

Oh gosh, they never changed - I found myself laughing to it, every love story had to start somewhere right? I would do anything in a heartbeat to get to experience it all for the first time, once more.

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As the meeting with Yoomin and Auntie finished, Mingyu barged in the room. I thought it's something urgent. While panting, he stared at me directly. My eyes checked on the other women in the room, we're all puzzled.

"Is this to teach me a lesson because it's working." He looked behind him where auntie was getting ready to leave.

"You were pushing for their happy ending, right? You think their happiness comes for free? The Kim clan from the other side wishes to ask for a replacement since Yoomin pulled out of the engagement. So you're telling me I should have Min-Ah thrown out there instead? Are you planning to become a monk? Or... are you homosexual?"

Mingyu's hand rested on his waist and tilted his head from the questions. "And being homosexual was never the problem, I'm still going to marry anyway?"

"Then what is the deal with you? This one time you are asked of your obligations in the family, we still have to follow your wishes?" Auntie's voice raised.

"I want to marry Chaerin! I know Hyung had to ask you to tear us apart before I took my service. They're not together anymore, Ma." His face began to appear red, eyes are getting glassy. Yoomin, looking like she's about to cry as well.

"And what of your youngest sister? You want her to take the sacrifice that you dodged twice?" Her voice still a volume higher from her usual, aggressively hanging the handles of her hand bag on her forearms. Yoomin tried to calm her down on the side.

"Why can't you just let us your children live life freely? Why do we have to live like you? I'm sick of this!" His big hand slammed the long table, having all of us react from the slapping that echoed the room. It went dead silent for a few seconds.

"It seems that you know what to do. Leave this family if you seem to be so unhappy. You're old enough to know what is right from wrong and I will leave you to it. I have to take care of my husband waiting for me at home than waste my time with my ungrateful children ruining my first day at work." She left the room, her heels clacking on the tiled floors with heavier weight, and bashed the doors shut.

"Oppa, you didn't have to do that. This is not the right time." Yoomin broke the tension.

"I'm not marrying you or anyone for that matter. I just ended a relationship and lost a child. And you want me to move on that quick?" I gave him a stern look.

"Chaerin, I know you feel it too. What happened before, it didn't end the right way because it wasn't meant to end, not like that." Tears fell from his eyes, I held both sides of his face and wiped it dry for him.

"And now, I'm going to end it the right way... Get to know her, she's actually a very interesting woman. This is your best chance to start on a cleaner slate - a new chance at life. Mingyu, let us move past that now. Perhaps it's for the best that we keep each other in our lives as good friends. I'd prefer it that way." I emphasized my point for him to get back to his senses, his gaze shifted from indifferent to content. He pulled me for a tighter embrace, hearing him take a deep breath off my hair, tears flow like heavy raindrops on my face.

"I cannot keep hiding and avoiding responsibilities anymore. I apologize if I had to drag you from my excuses. I'm finally accepting what needed to be done. Yoomin, sister, better marry my hyung or my sacrifices will mean nothing." He smiled, looking more calm now. Yoomin, with tears in her eyes too, came closer with her arms wide open - we ended up in a bigger group hug.

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I sat back on my throne in the office to check some emails before heading home and opened the most recent one from my secretary. It's an itinerary to Milan Fashion Week? My brows knotted in the middle of my face trying to read it all over again.

Lee Chae-Rin

Agenda: Milan Fashion Week - Winter

Kim Seok-Jin

Agenda: Milan Fashion Week - Winter, Gucci Fashion Show Winter Collection

I'm going to Milan with Seokjin?

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Next Chapter here

[maisonmilli]

Hoshi doing the Swim challenge while being in the military is actually insane 😭

Man really said: serve the country ✔️ serve choreography ✔️ cause fandom chaos ✔️

He keeps reminding everyone "I AM THE PRESIDENT OF ARMYCARAT , I THRIVE FOR BOTH BTS AND SEVENTEEN"

BTS 🤝 SEVENTEEN interactions will be the death of toxic fans one day and I’m here for it.

[wonnirae]

HAPPY NEW YEAR, ARMYCARATS!

As fans of both BTS and Seventeen, I hope we can maintain our understanding and discernment in 2026. I'm also hoping that we can avoid fan wars, which only serve to harm our idols.

Yeorobun, I wish nothing but the best for all of us, as individuals and as fans. Let's get those tickets! :">

파이팅! 모두 함께 해내자!!!

[moonchildjinnie]

𓍯 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂 𝒃𝒊𝒂𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒔 𝒔𝒐 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒊𝒂𝒔 𓂃𓏧♡

[fandomshavecollided]

If you told me, 5 years ago, that Jihoon and Yoongi sat together, shared drinks and talked and uploaded it on YouTube.. I would’ve laughed in your face

Because back then, this was the “interaction” I would lose sleep over (they fucking sat in close proximity)

[yoongyuplace]

dont think i will ever feel sadness again this is srlsy the best moment of my entire existence in this world

[xiaozhran]

LOOKING FOR MOOTS — ♡

hello and welcome 🤍

this blog is about me and some of my random thoughts or even things i feel like saying as i write them down. it’s also about me posting about my favourite things and people and what i love and care for.

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leonor, she/her

things i love: cats, the color pink, books, vmin

interests: kpop and kdramas (jdramas and others as well even though i’m not a regular watcher)

fandoms: bts and seventeen (but i also enjoy other groups)

languages: portuguese, english, spanish, french (also learning korean)