when he turned twenty, his grandma brought him to see a fortune teller. he wasn't a big believer, but did it to humour her anyway.
he was told women will be the cause of his downfall.
he laughed it off, telling grandma she can't believe everything she hears, reassuring her that he will marry a nice girl some day and that she doesn't need to worry about him, but even then, a part of him knew the fortune teller was right.
a lot of his problems revolved around women. yet, somehow, he can never steer clear of them. like a curious moth flying into a flame, or a ravenous fish biting the bait, seo jaerim is a knight that knows no fear, one that finds himself dashing into the dragon's lair time and time again.
the one thing he should've learnt by now is to stay away from his exes (it's rule number one of the breakup handbook), but it is also the one lesson he never learns. he gravitates towards women he knows are bad for him—there is a reason why they're an ex, but there is something so addictive about being around an old flame, reigniting an old spark. is it the comfort of familiarity, or does he just like getting burned in the same place twice?
he never should've met up with seryung. maybe shouldn't have came to this event that her family was hosting. then again, can he really avoid her when they run in the same circles? he should've long cut the detonating time bomb that is seulki off, let alone agree to spending time with her at the event. both of these terrible decisions led to his demise, as it always has all his life.
but there is one girl that he feels so right being around, enough for him to delude himself into believing that she is good for him. the way she does not hesitate to point out his mistakes, or make fun of him like he wasn't the seo jaerim, allows him to let his guard down around her. he's found a friend in her, but his greed keeps getting in the way and he finds himself wanting more. it doesn't help that he can tell she wants him just as much.
their fingers touch when he reaches for his bottle of soju. his vision gets hazier by the second but it does not matter, because she is all that he sees in that moment. he wants to shove everything between them out of their way and press his lips against her. he wants to be alone with her, without this stupid table between them, or all these intoxicated people around them. for once, he wants to have her to himself without feeling like he isn't allowed to.
he lets his fingers linger near hers, dilated eyes piercing through hers. he doesn't care that he was giving her his 'fuck me' eyes, doesn't care that he misses his bottle and reaches for hers instead, sipping from the exact spot her lipstick had imprinted on the nozzle of the bottle.
"i had a fucking terrible day today." why does her soju taste sweeter? is it because her lips had been on this bottle? "drink with me, please."
BLUNDER ft. @ra0n


















