pairing ; forest queen!yeri x devil!reader (gender-neutral)
summary ; in which the queen of the forest seeks out the devil’s help after accidentally turning her husband to stone.
themes ; fantasy, slight fluff and angst, royalty au, devil au, magic au, forest au (?), forbidden love au
words ; 4.2k
warnings / includes ; devils obv, mentions of divorce and a loveless marriage, uhm yeri turns her husband into stone, one mention of angels, teasing banter, an absurd amount of description because yeri is gorgeous and i can't help myself, both yeri and reader are little shits, kissy kiss kiss at the end </3
a/n ; my first gg fic :D i'm rlly excited for this one !! i'm literally in love with yeri so i'm so happy to finally post this ! thank you to @doievoir for beta reading <3 also thanks to @subways-stuff and @koocycle for being gay with me :(
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The stone of the balcony’s railing beneath the forest queen’s fingertips was just slightly cold to the touch, mellowed by the night’s sweet breeze. Her face, dappled by the moon’s gentlest luminescence, bore a somber expression, only managing to mask the panic she truly felt by a thread of her being. Pale was her dress, and paler her skin became as she grew clammy with unease. The sheer, opal chiffon of her skirts grazed the balcony floor with faint kisses in accordance to Yeri’s ceaseless fidgeting. And because of her restless movements, the intricate leaf crown propped atop her temple was now slightly askew, placed awkwardly amongst her perfectly-curled tendrils.
From where you were standing, watching the queen, worry etched into her soft features, you almost felt a shred of pity. The keyword being almost. Devils rarely ever felt remorse.
You took this opportunity to look around the queen’s chambers. After all, it wasn’t every day that you’re summoned by a woman of such importance, much less the queen of the forest herself. Gorgeous vines twisted up marble columns, white flowers scattered across the greenery. Every which way you looked, there were at least five potted plants ranging from minuscule succulents to large ferns longer than your own arm span. Even the bed had a canopy of iridescent petals and glossy leaves.
“You must really enjoy nature,” you quipped, taking slight amusement in the way Yeri jumped at the sound of your voice, spinning around with a hand on her chest. “Looks to be bordering on obsession, actually…”
The queen, having come down from her initial shock, looked upon you with a quizzical eyebrow. “I called you to help me, not to make comments on my lifestyle.” She waved her fingers in the air, conjuring a thick vine that wrapped around her waist as if it were a snake. “Besides, I’m the queen of the forest. It would be more bewildering to find my chamber void of natural elements.”
A toothy grin so wide it made you look sinister graced your lips, and you bowed your head slightly. Yeri, much to her dismay, couldn’t tell if the action was genuine or mocking.
“I like that you feel the need to defend yourself against the devil. Makes me feel somewhat of importance,” you uttered the words with a simple-minded hum, eyes glowing with mirth. “Which brings me to ask… why have you called me here?”
The silence was suffocating as she strode up towards you, an almost defiant look glazing over her irises. She was so close that you could detect a hint of her sweet scent; an intoxicating concoction of apricots and grass and the slight tang of the air just before it rained. A tad too refreshing for your taste, but it suited her well.
On the other hand, Yeri found that you were as warm as a walking fireplace, and smelled as if you had doused yourself in cinnamon and musky cologne. Though it wasn’t necessarily an awful aroma, it was most definitely strong and caught her off guard. Who knew the devil would radiate the odor of a popular dessert spice?
Yeri’s steps slowed down once she was just in front of you, near enough that her soft skirts brushed against your dress pants. You noted the way her breathing seemed to hitch, teeth slightly tugging at the plushness of her bottom lip in hesitancy. What was she waiting for?
And with a deep exhale, she reached somewhere behind you with the speed of lightning, as if she wanted to get this over and done with. Her fingers curled tightly around a fistful of white cloth cloaking a large mass, tugging on it with a mild grunt. You spun on your heel with an arched eyebrow, watching with suppressed curiosity.
As you beheld the sight, expression unfaltering, Yeri buried her face in her hands, practically vibrating in stagnant shame. You wondered if she was crying, but found that her face was dry when she pulled herself away from her palms. Either she was trying too hard to feel the comforting weight of sadness, or she was lying to herself about caring.
It was most likely the latter. The thought brought a smile to your face.
A chiseled statue stood in front of the both of you. Opal in color and sculpted with perfect body proportions, your smile melded into an intrigued frown.
“I know,” Yeri whispered without turning back to look at you. “I’m a monster.”
“Don’t call yourself a monster in front of the devil, it’s unbecoming,” you snorted in contempt. Then, you gestured limply towards the statue. “I don’t even know what this is. Did you call me here to show off an artsy escapade of yours? I’ve got far more important things to do, you know.” ‘Important things’ really meant watching two crows fight over a moldy baguette down in the village streets. You might’ve been the devil, but that didn’t necessarily mean you were busy all the time.
Disdain colored her words as she hissed out, “I turned my husband to stone,” rouge laced her cheekbones as she quickly added on, almost an afterthought, “by accident.”
Oh? You clasped your hands together behind you, rocking back and forth on your heels. Now you were starting to see the resemblance, recalling the forest queen’s marriage to a man whose only facial expression seemed to be stoically indifferent. “My, my,” you crooned glibly, “what an interesting turn of events. Are you sure it was an accident?”
The forest queen clearly didn’t take your teasing lightly.
“I didn’t even know I could,” she said in an icy tone, glancing down at her hands, one still fisted in the coversheet. After a moment’s pause, she spoke up again, turning towards you. “But I need him back.”
A guffaw slipped past you as you wrinkled your nose in distaste. “That’s no fun at all. You want me to bring him back? Your moronic oaf of a husband? I’m sure you could find a new one with the snap of a finger. Besides, it’s better to keep him this way. He seems far more intelligent as stone.”
Having said your fill and satisfied with the fuming look Yeri wore, you spun on your heel, about to head out of the castle and run your other devil errands.
A bright flower of consternation unfurled within her ribcage, and the forest queen found herself hurrying forward, curling her fingers around the wrist of the subject of her torment. Almost immediately, she let go, partly from shock at her own actions, but mostly from the fact that your skin was borderline scalding. You are the devil, after all. Yeri should have been more careful.
“Do you forget who I am?” she hissed nonetheless, glowering at your unturned back, her tone swimming in a pool of severity.
At her question, you whirled around to look upon her in bemusement.
“I’m the queen of the forest!”
You nodded just slightly. “So you’ve mentioned.”
Mouth agape and nose twitching slightly in an attempt to contain her umbrage, she whispered out, almost bristling in hostility, “Does that mean nothing to you?”
“Finally catching on, I see.” You flashed her wink, crossing your arms over your chest and leaning forward. “Let me make one thing clear. You may be a queen, but you are not my queen. I haven’t forgotten who you are to the mortals, but I feel you’ve forgotten who I am.”
A genuinely wounded look found its way sprawled across her soft features. She struggled to find her voice for a minute, before turning her head away to gaze upon the moon in shame.
“What can I do to convince you?”
Though the words were quiet, you could still detect the stubborn tenacity interwoven through the question.
Instead of answering her inquiry, you retaliated with one of your own.
“Did you love him?”
Her face snapped back to you, frozen in incredulity. “What?” she asked, furrowing her perfect brows.
“Did you love him?” you repeated, this time rolling your eyes to the leafy canvas obscuring the ceiling. “You need not lie to me. I’ll know.”
With a shred of hesitancy clinging onto her, she uttered lowly, “No. It was a diplomatic marriage… he’s the crown prince of the ice mountains. And I need him back before anybody notices. You understand why I have to have him back, don’t you? This could cause a war.”
“A little foolish of you to ask a devil to prevent a war, don’t you think? We live for chaos,” you susurrated into her ear, circling her like a predator would their prey. Yeri flushed at your words. “Pray tell, why didn’t you ask an angel? Why come to me?”
She drew herself to her full height, almost as if sizing you up. You grinned at that. What an interesting character she was. “I was ashamed of myself. I didn’t want an angel to know of my mistake. Angels judge, and devils are used to despicable acts far worse than what I did. Of course I had to go with the latter.”
It was silent for a moment, the leaves rustling with the cold breeze. “Smart girl,” you hummed, impressed. Yeri cleared her throat, evidently flustered.
With a flick of your hand, the statue’s marble hue slowly faded away, color returning to the forest queen’s husband. A gasp left her throat, and she scurried across the room, almost tripping over the wisps of her skirt in the process. The prince of the ice mountains fell to the floor just as his feet loosened up, and he looked as if he had woken up from a horrid sleep, a dumbfounded expression masking his usually stoic features.
He looks stupid, you thought to yourself as Yeri knelt down beside him. Why would she choose him of all people?
“Have fun being married to somebody you don’t love,” you called out to the couple.
Yeri glanced upwards, a ‘thank you’ just on the tip of her tongue. But when she looked towards where you had been standing, there was nobody there. The wind whistled in your absence, and everything suddenly felt cold.
The forest was quiet as Yeri stormed through. The leaves stopped whispering, the birds halted their chirps, and the rivers grew muted. She was livid, so much so that small wildflowers the color of winter unconsciously sprouted in her furious trail. There were tear tracks forming rivulets down the apples of her cheeks, but they were long dried. She was too angry to cry now.
You danced your fingers along the bark of the branch you were sitting on, swinging your legs in bemusement as you watched the Queen bask in her fury.
Your landing from tree to ground made naught a sound, but Yeri seemed to sense that you were already there, for her shoulders squared and her chin lifted. Perhaps she wanted to look as if she had at least some semblance of her life put together in front of you. You weren’t quite sure why she bothered; you already knew she was in shambles.
Today she wore a plain sage button dress, the fabric flaring softly at her hips and arms. The skirt reached just below her knees; a considerate choice seeing as she was trudging through mud and foliage of all sorts. A white cloth was tied about her temple, keeping gorgeous locks of dark ebony from falling into her tempestuous eyes. She was a stunningly beautiful woman, and seeing her angry conjured a queer elation within you. What’s gotten her so riled up this time?
With outstretched arms, you beamed at her scowl. “Regretting asking me to free your husband from his stony confines? I did warn you against it, did I not?”
She folded her arms over her chest. “Forgive me for choosing not to trust the devil.”
“You’re a hypocrite,” you said in a sing-song tone. “You chose to trust me the moment you asked me to fix your poor husband. What is it you want from me now? Did you call me to turn him back to stone this time?”
An affronted look colored her already-miffed features a twisted hue. She seemed to relax just slightly when she realized that you were just jesting, as you always were.
“He wants me to move out of the forest. Permanently.” She angled her face away from you so you couldn’t see the turmoil raging within her. It was fruitless, because you saw right through her words. “Says the icy mountains are far better than this infernal place.”
The unexpected sensation of your warm hands on Yeri’s shoulders conjured what felt like an inferno raging within her ribcage. The devil was touching her. Why wasn’t she mad about it?
“Divorce him,” you said, almost nonchalantly. “You don’t love him. Why stay married?”
“I told you,” she shot back in exasperation, trying her damned hardest not to look down at your hands encasing her shoulders, just a thin layer of green fabric separating bare skin to skin contact, “for diplomatic-!”
“Oh, screw diplomacy. You don’t even want to go outside of the forest. What’s the point of staying married to him?” Your words were sharp, a dagger of truth cleaving right through her skull. It was a good point you made, and it made the queen furious to know that you’ve got her beat.
Yeri was starting to think that your ability to constantly put a damper on her mood was a mastered talent. Have you had a lot of experience belittling people? She presumed the answer was yes; the devil didn’t belong only to her, this was undeniably so. Sin was an attractive flavor to mankind. Was it greedy to want the raw form of wrongdoing all to herself?
Plunged into a cavern of her own agitation, she didn’t even notice you releasing her to pace circles around the forest queen. “He doesn’t love you either, just so you know,” you whispered from behind, causing her to startle with a wince, “especially not after that rocky stunt you pulled, hm?”
Something akin to amusement danced in Yeri’s gaze as she turned her head to peer at you. It flickered away just as quickly as it came. “You’re mean,” she said dryly.
“I know, it’s kind of my job.” You rocked back and forth on your heels, leaning against the trunk of a large tree. “So why did you call me back?”
Yeri dithered for just a moment. “I don’t have anybody else to talk to.” With such a shameful statement, you were pleasantly surprised to see how she managed to say it in such a leveled tone.
“And so you came to the devil for mild chit chat?”
She bowed her head. “I did, yes. Do you have an issue with that?”
You shook your head with a slight smile. It was a truthful response; you quite enjoyed studying Yeri’s mannerisms and turmoils.
A stoic expression crossed her elegant visage as she nodded at you, and then proceeded to turn away, striding out of the forest with naught another word more, tendrils of hair fluttering airily with each step.
News of the forest queen’s divorce to the prince of the ice mountains spread quicker than a royal archer’s arrow. Some said she did so in a spectacle of dramatic tears and ring-throwing. Others gossipped that she slipped away into the woods with only a mere note to inform the prince of what was going on. And the most popular story going around was Yeri proclaiming the divorce void of any emotion, ignoring the prince when he dropped to his knees and begged her to stay.
Knowing both parties of the couple, you were sure that all three spin-offs were far from the truth.
Your suspicions were confirmed when Yeri called you back again, this time with a hint of a grin tracing her lips, a startling contrast to the previous two times she’s called you over. The duality of this woman, you thought with a shake of your head.
“What is it this time?” you asked with an annoyed facade, though it was clearly only skin-deep, for the curiosity swimming in your irises betrayed your true stand.
The queen in front of you was wearing a dress of black silk, flowing and cinching in all the right places. A white and canary flower hanging loosely from her ear, a vast juxtaposition from the darkness of her ensemble. She was the true epitome of allure.
“Black to look like you’re mourning to the simple-minded common folk,” you observed, “but the daffodil symbolizes a new, hopeful beginning. You’re not at all upset about your divorce.”
The corners of her carmine lips curled upwards. “Smart devil,” she replied, referencing back to when you had called her just the same. Devils weren’t ones to be flustered, but you supposed that was the closest thing to how you were feeling at the moment. Masking was a true talent of yours, however, because Yeri seemed not to notice at all. “I called you because I’m lonely.”
“It’s one thing after another with you, huh?” Your words lacked any bite, and you found yourself chuckling while threading your fingers through your hair. “Looking for an affair the same day you get divorced isn’t usually customary for humans. I’m not complaining, though,” you mumbled with a roguish grin, stepping closer to her and gently running the tips of your fingers against her forearms. You pointedly ignored the way the saccharine apple aroma she practically dripped of made you dizzy.
She drew a mock gasp at what you were insinuating, placing her frigid palms on your shoulders to push you back in a playful manner.
“So is it me you want or would you like me to brainwash someone to come and take pity on you?”
Dark irises rolled the leafy ceiling of her bedroom. “What if I asked you to stay?” Despite you barking out a laugh, she continued on. “I don’t need somebody else.”
Eyes flashing something dangerous, you drew yourself up to full height. “Don’t jest.”
“I’m not jesting.”
You knew she wasn’t, but you took a step backwards anyways. Much to your astonishment, she boldly rivaled that with her own foot propelling her forwards. Closer, ever so close.
“Why do you want to fraternize with the devil?”
“Why do you keep coming back whenever I call you?” she shot back quickly, leaning forward just as your spine brushed against a poster of her canopy bed. “I’m not giving you anything in return.”
The words had you reeling for some sort of witty comeback, but for the first time in your eons of life, a human had you dumbfounded. Why were you coming back?
“I…” you gaped at her earnest countenance. “I don’t know.”
“You don’t know,” she echoed your words, almost smug.
Quiet unease filled the silence between you, and you narrowed your lids into slits. With but a gentle whistle of wind, the devil dissolved into a mass of shadows and glowing clementine-hued embers, leaving the queen alone in her chambers once more.
When the seasons change, it wasn’t a shift that happened overnight, but a feat that came with the patience of moons. Earth took its time in conversion, as did everything else. Time was a universal language everybody understood; unchangeable, solidary in its flow, ruthless and unforgiving.
Devils were no exception.
It took you time to come back to Yeri. You weren’t very sure how long. The stars shifted and the sun dipped past the horizon countless times while you waited for an answer to a question you never had the courage to ask. Quite pathetic of the devil, wasn’t it?
When the forest queen called for you a fourth time, you were tempted to decline.
But you found yourself teleporting without a second thought, materializing in a haze of dull light by the corner of her cavernous chambers.
Yeri watched from across the room. The beige turtleneck she wore clung to her like a second skin, a sheer corset cinched about her waist, embroidered flowers dancing across the fabric. A grey skirt fluttered with the wind that blew through the doorway to the balcony, singing a song of the forest. Golden jewelry dangled from her neck and ears, glinting sweetly in the fading sunlight. Her curled tresses had little wildflowers woven between the strands, rolling over her shoulders in waves. She was beautiful, and she wasn’t yours.
It took her no time to stride forward, bare feet padding silently across the smooth floors towards you. You didn’t move, standing your ground and eyeing her with indifference.
The grazes of her fingers against your blistering hot cheeks shouldn’t have taken you aback. Your pride was wounded the last time you saw her, and all a devil really had was their pride. Should you be mad at this woman for diminishing you down to a mess of discombobulated emotions and lost purpose? A twisted part of you was proud of her for doing so. Besting a devil at their own game wasn’t quite the everyday act.
Yeri hummed a pleased little sound when you grabbed at her wrist. Not to yank her away, no, but to pull her ever so close, breathing in her earthy scent. The walls of fire you once held up to closely guard your devilish heart, now doused by a simple pale of water. The forest queen did that. And you, quite frankly, were so very afraid of what she’d do with it now that it was hers.
“Took you a while to come back,” she whispered. You looked oh so bewitching in this light, a glimpse of heaven doused with the fits of hell, and Yeri found it hard to concentrate. Especially not with your searing fingers wrapped firmly around her forearm.
“Certainly didn’t take you a while to call,” you snorted, raising a brow at the queen. “You’re a desperate little thing, aren’t you?”
Even the flame-lit candles were envious of her radiance when she smiled, for they flickered and warbled at her mischievous beam. “I’m not ashamed to admit so. You look awful, by the way.”
“That’s a lie,” you teased, so close now that your nose brushed against her cheekbone. If an outsider were to walk in now, they would’ve thought the two of you were two lovers intimately dancing to a ghost’s silent song.
“You’re right. I lied. Thought you might enjoy that since you’re the devil, and all.” The queen looked at you with hooded eyes.
A breathy chuckle slipped past your lips. “I enjoyed that very much, yes.”
“I’m going to do something,” she uttered lowly, vague hesitation weaving through her words, “and you’re going to have to promise not to freak out.”
An off-hand sound of acknowledgement rumbled in your throat as the tip of your mouth quirked upwards. “My queen, I’m the devil. Of course I’m going to freak out. I live for chaos.”
Just as you took your time to come back to her, it took Yeri time to unfurl the folds of her heart, baring herself raw and unshielded. She trusted you with her life, and it was probably the most foolish decision she could ever think to make.
Her lips brushed against your jaw first, tentative and testing. Then the kisses trailed to your cheekbones, over to the lids of your fluttered-shut eyes, down to the bridge of your nose. When she melded her lips over yours, you knew you were done for. It was almost natural, how your arms snaked around her midriff, clutching at the threads of her corset with a yearning you’ve never felt before. The hands that cradled your jaw slid in different directions; one went to clutch at your arm in a fruitless attempt to ground herself, and the other gently scratched at the back of your neck, earning a pleased noise from you.
This was so wrong, and that was why it felt so good. If she was the fruit, you were the parasite. If she was the wine, you were the poison. If she was love, you were hatred.
When she pulled away from you with a dazzling smile reserved just for you, you swore the stars shattered and the moon collapsed and the sky broke into two. For this trembling certainly can’t be coming from you! Devils don’t tremble, for crying out loud!
“You called me your queen,” she observed, amused at your playful narrowing of eyes.
“A devil never lies, my queen,” you jested. The laugh she was about to bark out at your witty jab was stolen away from her as you kissed her once more. “I wouldn’t dare bow to somebody with a soul, yet it seems you’ve given me yours. Just what am I to do with you?”
Your words were paused to press a lasting kiss onto her cheek, right below her wide eyes, nervously awaiting your response. Studying her with mirth dancing in your irises, you crooned in acceptance, fondly nudging your nose against her supple cheek. She was yours, and you were hers. A white rose blooming amidst a tumultuous storm.
“And my, my, what a powerful pair we make, my queen.”
spending your summer with yeri was a dream come true, sneaking out late at night, secret make out sessions, going skinny dipping, secretly holding hands underneath the dinner table, cuddling with her in bed, cute ice cream dates. you wanted to stay with her forever, you wanted time to freeze but nothing could stop the seasons changing no matter how much you wished the autumn to stay away. you knew deep down that there was no use trying to prevent the inevitable and just like the summer season, yeri left, leaving you with the bittersweet memories of nights you spent together.
♡ 11:09 ♡ bored with your lecture, you opt to close your eyes for a few minutes — sitting at the back of class certainly had its perks. when you open your eyes when your lecturer announces the end of class you open your eyes only to see many doodles of flowers in the upper corner of your opened book. you looked to your left to see your classmate yeri trying to hide her smile as she glances over at you and your page. “did you have something to do with this?” you ask the cute girl. “uh, no? but i’ll help you find out,” she offered as she waited for you to walk out of class together.
The Princess of Seoul, Kim Yerim, otherwise known as “The People’s Princess”, lives a seemingly perfect life. She’s adored by millions, is friends with all the hottest celebrities, lives in a gorgeous, and is easily the most beautiful girl in all of Korea. Though there's something that she’s been hiding since she was a young girl and only the closest people in her life know. When an unknown person threatens to reveal her secret to all she has to make the most difficult choice of her life.
AN: yooo yall better not sleep on this, i know its not nct but im gonna write for who i want lol so if you dont like that then you can unfollow me unlike some blogs i really dont care about follower count
dancing in your kitchen to summer 127 by nct 127 with yeri was something you didn’t plan on doing but as her contagious giggles filled the room, you didn’t regret ditching your studies one bit.
red velvet reacts | their s/o caught them cheating
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I r e n e
It was supposed to be just a one time thing, just a one time thing. Yet here she was in front of their apartment like a lost puppy for the 6th time. She was eager, she couldn't wait to be in their bed, pleasure surging through her body. “Irene? babe what are you doing here?’” you asked confused. Irene felt her heart drop, “What are you doing here?” she asked back without answering. “I was visiting Hyemis, she lives here. What are you-” you couldn't asked the question again as the door she was standing in front of open. “Babygirl I missed you,” the person said while kissing Irene and pulling her in. “Stop,,dont,” Irene pushed the person and sent you a look. “Oh,,youre cheating on me,,arent you?’ you laughed quietly in disbelief. Irene knew she couldn't deny it so she just nodded her head/ Looking between them you let the tears fall “Why,,I thought you loved me?”
“I do love you! You mean the world to me”
“Then why did you do it?”
“I dont know,,I liked the way it felt”
“Im sorry Irene I really love you but I cant forgive you. We are through,” you turned around and rushed back to Hyemis apartment, not able to imagine going back to yours and Irene apartment.
S e u l g i
Seulgi nervously glanced at her phone when it vibrated for the 8th time in the past 10 minutes. “Why dont you grab that? Whoever it is must really want you,” you joked without relation. Seulgi visibly gulped, she was scared to grab her phone incase you saw the texts. “yeah lemme,” she wiped her sweaty palms on her pants as she grabbed her phone. You watched her like a hawk, having taken notice of her sudden nerves. As she was typing a reply you acted without thought, grabbing her phone you held it from her struggling figure. Reading the messages you dropped it, tears pouring down your face. “Youre cheating on me?’ you asked in disbelief. Seulgi bit her lip and nodded her head “I have been for about 5 months now,” she said quietly. “Why didnt you just break up with me?” you asked, million different emotions taking you over. “I was scared,,im so sorry Y/n I really love you,” you tried to say but you kicked her phone, breaking it even more, and went running to your friends house. Seulgi just stood there without knowing what to do
W e n d y
“Did you think I was stupid enough that I wouldn't notice?” you yelled at Wendy when you caught her cheating. Wendy had been cheating on you for almost a month now, you noticed the smell of cologne on her and how she was always to tired to do anything. “How did you find out?’ she asked, only feel bad for herself because she was caught. “After the 4th time you canceled our date because of ‘practice’ I called Irene and asked about it; She said that you guys didnt have practice and in fact, you left early because supposedly you were going on a date with me.” You held back the tears from her, you didn't want her to notice them. Wendy calmly nodded her head “Ill pack up my bags and leave then,,im sorry I didnt break up with you before I started cheating,” she said. As much as you wanted to beg for her to stay you knew you couldnt, she clearly wasnt remorseful about cheating on you.
J o y
Joy wasnt used to all the attention she had been getting from a coworker of hers, you were the only other person who had made her feel this way. When she took them to bed, she had no regrets. God did it feel amazing, it felt like they were meant to be. She hadnt expected you to walk in and catch her in the act. Instead of apologizing and begging for you to stay she told you that she didnt love you anymore. The look on your face was almost sad enough to make her regret what she said but she couldnt. She couldnt lie to you, she hadnt felt this good in a long time. Joy realized that she probably didn't love you at all but loved the attention you gave her. “I dont love you, I love the idea of you”
Y e r i
Yeri had been dating you for 2 years, you were the only person she had ever been with. She really did love you, you were her life. But when the cute staff member and her hit it off and they ended up in her bed,, she didnt know what she had done. She immediately regretted it, she loved you, not this person. You had been walking up to her apartment when you saw her coworker walk out. “What are they doing here?’ you asked Yeri, voice faltering. “Im so sorry Y/n,” she said, regret becoming overbearing. “How could you do this to me?” you turned on your heels, tears pouring down your face. Running as fast as you could with no destination in mind your whole body was filled with pure agony. How could Yeri, the love of your life, do this to you?
