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RANT (REPOST BUT MORE EASY TO UNDERSTAND, READ FOR SOME OTHER INFOO) !!! tw: mentions of S@, SH, R@pe, PTSD all that shit.

I saw a rant post and ong clocked I need to rant too, also this is kind of AITA post.

FUCKING SLAGS GET ME MAD ICL, my ex best friend (we can call A) I still talk w her cuz im not the type to be rude if an ex friend talks with me and OMG SHES SO FUCKING ATTENTION SEEKING. I don’t like saying but I’ve been Sa’ed (don’t ask for a story time on it, ppl have asked before) and gotten multiple r@pe threats so I don’t take the topic lightly, every opportunity she gets she vents which makes me uncomfortable.

once after an assembly (yes I still have those) about SA and to step forward if it happens to us, A came up to me and said,”You know I’ve been…r@ped.” I started comforting her until she said,” yeah because this man grabbed me when I was walking home but I ran off.” What the fuck. Thats barely assault not fucking r@pe.

she said she got ptsd from falling down. Falling down and scraping her knee. I don’t wanna be rude but am I missing something here..

she will take any opportunity to make stuff a bout herself, she clearly knows being shown sh scars without consent is bad since I told her myself. And I saw her self harming in the Sports room with a pencil, I threatened to tell safe guarding and she said,”I wanted to tho, idc it someone sees me..” no offence but it seems like she’s begging for attention.

I was genuinely going to crash out at this point, also she spreads rumours I TRIED HOOKING UP WITH HER GIRLFRIEND who was my best friend at the time WHEN IM STRAIGHT? Now her girlfriend hates my ass, it’s mental. SHE ALSO TOLD MY PARENTS I HAD A 30 YEAR OLD SUGAR DADDY A COUPLE YRS AGO?!??!

also she constantly makes jokes on how she wants to h@ng herself, I got worried at first but she continued so I just ignored her. I once brought up how someone close to my family died and she started saying,”I wish that was me.” Honestly, this was so fucked up.

a lot of her ppl close to her died in the past and im sorry a bout it but if I seriously bring up some death in my family she FAKE LAUGHS, not real laugh. Fake laughs and turns red mockingly.

also she’s a crazy hypocrite, I said she was a big back as a joke she started fucking crying and blocked me but when I got food because I had not ate at all she started calling me a big back and saying shit like,”really? That much?..”

thats the end of my rant, am I the asshole in this tho?😭 SORRY FOR TYPOS MY KEYBOARD ON SOME OTHER SHIT

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The party was in full swing—music thrumming through the walls, the smell of alcohol thick in the air. Heeseung wasn’t much of a party guy, but he had come because of her. And now, he found himself lingering near the kitchen, nursing a half-empty drink while his eyes tracked her from across the room.

She was laughing, head thrown back, with a group of friends. People gravitated toward her naturally, drawn in by the warmth of her presence. Heeseung wasn’t the only one watching her; he noticed the way a few guys lingered, waiting for the right moment to step in, to claim her attention.

It was nearing 3AM, and the crowd had begun to thin. The energy of the night was waning, turning from high-energy chaos to something slower, more intimate. People were starting to leave in pairs or groups, some stumbling out into the cold night. The air outside must have been freezing, but in here, where the heat of bodies pressed close, it felt stifling.

“Hey, need a ride?” One of the guys near her asked. Heeseung recognized him—one of the confident, easygoing types, the kind of guy who probably never had to second-guess himself.

She hesitated, looking around the room, her gaze briefly flickering to Heeseung before shaking her head. “I’m good, thanks.”

Another person chimed in. “You sure? It’s late.”

She gave a polite smile but still declined. Heeseung could see the slight tension in her shoulders, the way she was starting to feel the weight of the night settle over her.

And then, as if sensing something, she turned to him. “Heeseung?”

His heart jumped at the sound of his name. “Yeah?”

“Could you take me home?”

There it was. The moment that made his breath hitch, made his fingers tighten around his cup. He wasn’t expecting it, but he wanted it more than anything.

“Yeah,” he said, trying to keep his voice steady. “Of course.”

He watched as she thanked the others before walking toward him, her movements slightly sluggish from exhaustion. He held the door open for her as they stepped out into the cold. The sharp night air hit them instantly, making her shiver. Without thinking, Heeseung shrugged off his jacket and draped it over her shoulders. She glanced up at him, surprised but grateful.

The drive was quiet, the city a blur of streetlights and empty roads. Heeseung tried to focus on the road, but his mind kept drifting to her. She sat in the passenger seat, legs tucked up, her fingers idly tracing patterns on her knee. The night had settled over them like a soft haze, the exhaustion evident in the way her eyelids drooped slightly.

“You okay?” he asked softly.

She nodded, then after a moment, “Just tired. But I had fun tonight.”

“Yeah?”

She smiled slightly, turning her head toward him. “Yeah.”

Heeseung swallowed hard. His grip on the wheel tightened as he fought the urge to say something stupid, something too honest.

The city was quiet at 3AM, the kind of quiet that felt unnatural, like the world had taken a deep breath and was holding it. Heeseung’s hands tightened on the steering wheel as he pulled up in front of her apartment, the dashboard lights casting a soft glow on his face. He could still hear the faint bass of the party echoing in his ears, but it was nothing compared to the pounding of his heart.

She was in the passenger seat, legs still tucked up, hair slightly tousled from the night. Her head lolled back against the seat, her gaze drifting over to him. There was something unreadable in her expression—soft, thoughtful.

“Thanks for taking me home,” she murmured.

Heeseung swallowed. He’d been fine all night, playing it cool, keeping his hands in his pockets and his heart in check. But now, with the weight of her looking at him like that, the words he wanted to say tangled in his throat.

“It’s nothing,” he managed. “Just wanted to make sure you got home safe.”

She hummed, a small smile curving her lips. Then, she shifted slightly toward him. “You’re always the one who does.”

His breath hitched. He wanted to ask her what she meant, if she noticed the way he always seemed to be there, if she knew that his heart was permanently set to her gravity. But he didn’t. Because if he asked, she might answer. And he wasn’t sure he was ready for that.

Instead, she reached out, fingers grazing his. The smallest touch, but it burned. Heeseung’s gaze flickered to hers, searching, waiting. And then—

She leaned in.

The world shrunk down to the space between them, to the warmth of her breath against his lips. Heeseung didn’t move at first, didn’t even dare to breathe. But when her fingers curled around his hoodie, tugging him closer, the hesitation snapped like a thread pulled too tight.

He kissed her.

It wasn’t tentative, wasn’t careful. It was everything he had held back—weeks, months of wanting spilling out all at once. But as soon as it happened, fear coiled tight in his chest. What if this was just the moment? What if she didn’t feel the same way in the morning? Heeseung’s hands trembled slightly as he pulled back, his heart hammering in his ribs.

She sighed softly, her forehead resting against his. Heeseung forced himself to open his eyes, to see if she regretted it, if reality had crept back in and made her pull away.

But she just smiled, breathless, her fingers still curled around his hoodie. “Thanks, Heeseung.”

He swallowed hard, nodding, but the fear lingered, gnawing at the edges of his thoughts. He wanted to believe this meant something, wanted to hold onto it. But the uncertainty sat heavy in his chest, making it hard to breathe.

“Yeah,” he murmured, barely above a whisper. “Anytime.”

She didn’t get out right away. Instead, she sat there, her fingers still playing with the fabric of his hoodie, as if she wasn’t quite ready to let go. The silence stretched between them, thick with unspoken words.

“I should go,” she finally said, but she didn’t move.

Heeseung nodded, gripping the steering wheel tighter to stop his hands from shaking. “Yeah.”

She looked at him one more time, something flickering in her eyes—something hesitant, something unsure. Then she leaned in again, this time pressing a softer, lingering kiss to his cheek before finally reaching for the door handle.

“Goodnight, Heeseung,” she whispered before stepping out into the night.

He watched as she disappeared into the building, the door clicking shut behind her. Heeseung exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. His heart was still racing, his mind spinning with possibilities, fears, hopes.

And as he sat there in the silence, headlights of another car briefly illuminating the dim street, one thought settled in his mind, heavy and inescapable.

He was scared as hell.

Because now, there was no going back.

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