MDNI | Call me Ves | 20 | he/they | Fanfic Author, Artist, K-Pop Stan | only partially sane | Gatekeeper of Kang Yeosang (he lives in my pocket :>) | Delulu is the Solulu (in modest amounts)
seonghwa looked down at her phone as your name flashed across the top, her husband laid next to her. unconscious. snoring like the old man he was. sheâd brought that on herself.
quickly she slipped out of the room, wrapping herself in a robe, slippers on her feet. she had barely reached the living room when she answered on what had to be the last ring.
your voice rang out into the air, slurred and raspy, âoh you picked up.â
seonghwa didnât say anything. simply stared down at the phone in her hand.
you laughed at her silence, âsorry i shouldnât call. yunhoâs gonna be so pissed if he finds me out her.â you put words together remarkably well for how drunk she assumed you had to be to actually call her.
âhiâŠâ seonghwa, for once in her life, didnât know what to do with this.
âi miss you,â you answered for her.
âoh honey,â the sting of guilt shot through her, âyou know this isââ
âoh fuck off, seonghwa.â
she was taken aback. she couldnât recall any time you had ever tried to stand against her.
âyou donât get to do this,â she could hear the tearful waver in your voice, âfucking make me fall in love with you, and then pretend nothing ever happened. god i shouldnât have called you. yunho was right.â
the words caught up in her throat. she couldnât tell you anything. not how she thought about you every night. not how she tried to imagine you in the moments of intimacy she had with her husband. not how she had started buying the same shampoo you used to use.
she couldnât tell you any of that.
âdid you ever love me, seonghwa? be honest.â
yes. god yes. every second she spent with you. she liked to fantasize about a future with you. one where she was out. one where she got to hold your in her arms and no one even cared. one where the body sleeping next to her every night was you.
but that fantasy was a lie. you were young. beautiful. you had everything you needed to find a beautiful woman who would be everything she couldâve been to you an more.
it would hurt now. but one day you would realize.
âno. no i didnât. iâm sorry.â
she hung up for you. not letting herself think about your reaction on the other line. she blocked your number before she could even second guess it. looking at your beautiful face one last time before she deleted your contact from her phone.
alternative ending: she tells you that she can never see herself getting married so you break things off because that's something you really want. and then she's engaged to him six months later đ«
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the games are real, the stakes are real, the players themselves are unknowable except for what they carefully want you to know. the narratives are real, but the league knows you care about them, so they amplify them. the graphics next to the player's heads to tell you this is how their season is going, the camera lingering on them as they lean down to tie their shoes or their skates, looking solemn, the commentators tell you this is important, the marketing tells you this is important, in case you didnt know. the stories are already there but theyre also well-crafted. you care about these players. you care about how they perform. not just because you want to see your team win but because you want to see the conclusion of the narrative being built around them.
not everyone is doing sports rpf the way you might be familiar with it in fandom spaces, but sports is always, on some level, rpf. the people are real, but the reason you care about them is because a story is being told about them, through numbers, satistics, win/loss ratios, championships. there is an interest in amplifying the drama and centering the narrative so you care more about what you're seeing while watching the game. and is that not simply rpf...........
if an italian had seen what i just did, theyd rightfully beat the shit out of me. bought a ready made lasagna but it was wayyy too salty, and mostly meat. so i... stirred it up with some added pasta screws
if an italian had seen what i just did, theyd rightfully beat the shit out of me. bought a ready made lasagna but it was wayyy too salty, and mostly meat. so i... stirred it up with some added pasta screws
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