where-in, yoon jihye, yoon y/n's almost 18 year old daughter is about to leave for university. but the biggest mystery of her life hasn't been solved— who her father was.
don't get her wrong, she loves her mother. but she really wants to know how it feels to have a father.
so when jihye finally stumbles upon her mother’s old diary, filled with countless memories, love, heartbreak, and three possible men, jihye makes it her mission to uncover the truth behind her y/n’s past & finally attempt to fill the void she has had within herself for years.
featuring: sunoo x reader, jake x reader and heeseung x reader.
a small series, inspired lightly by mamma mia. slow updates. taglist open!
warnings : sfw but may have slightly suggestive moments, angst(obviously), lower case intended, more warnings will be listed in each chapter, majorrr fluff, stupid characters, miscommunication, single mother reader, 3rd pov, but switches to second person sometimes. multiple povs?, self-gaslighting, missing father, y/n has atatchment issues and loves to avoid her problems, more to come. specific warnings will be listed in each part!
masterlist 𐙚 tl is always open!
tags : @sjynlvr @ikeu05 @wonscrchy @jaehyp @kristynaaah @wonubug @mwaeom
pocket lockets & a mother's secret — the scattered memories
chapter one : the scattered memories
warnings : sfw, emotional themes, slightly mature language, absent father themes, invasion of privacy/snooping, unresolved past, not proofread
note: i released this a little earlier than planned (i wrote 650 ish words today) because im so very grateful for 100 followers! thank you so much i hope you enjoy this!
wc : 1095
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yoon jihye was helping her mother clean the house.
yoon y/n was growing old, but even old age couldn’t dim her beauty and her lively spirit.
y/n had reached forty, yet still worked with the flourish of someone in their early 20s wanting to prove their worth to their superiors. the woman refused to back down, earn a good living, and even go so far as to compromise her health at times. still, she remained strong for her daughter, whom she had raised alone for almost eighteen years.
despite being almost eighteen, jihye had no idea who her father was.
the only difference between her five year old self and now is that she knew better than to ask. knowing her mother didn’t like talking about it. it was evident in the way she’d always just change the topic.
her face would always have the same upset and guilty flicker before masking it into a neutral expression, then she’d slowly and gently change the topic. but the effect lasted for a while, as if the heaviness settled deep into her mother’s bones.
her thoughts were interrupted by her mother’s voice, “jihye, could you please go clean the store room. it’s getting real dusty in there. oh— and there should be a box with a bunch of spare packing cubes. you can use them to pack for uni.”
jihye sighed, grabbing the cleaning supplies from her mother. “which box?” she asked, not wanting to search through every box.
“a red one, i think— or maybe a yellow ochre type of box,” y/n replied, somewhat absentmindedly.
before jihye could respond, y/n’s phone buzzes in her pocket. “i have to head to the company for some urgent matters, you’ll do fine right?” y/n smiles apologetically, a flicker of guilt passed through her eyes, phone in hand– vibrating with an incoming call.
jihye only hummed, turning her back towards her mother. she plugs in her earphones and walks towards the store room.
few seconds later, her phone buzzes with a text from her mother– telling her to call if she needs anything.
dragging her feet she stops in front of the store room. the door handle was slightly harder to turn because it hadn't been used for so long. she flicked on the light switch and with am exasperated sigh, she decided to start with the cleaning.
after what felt like hours of hard work (it was half an hour), she wanted to scream in frustration. almost every corner of this stupid room was covered in dust.
jihye decided she had had enough and decided to clean the shelves with the boxes in hopes to find the box with the packing cubes. she worked her way through the shelf, moving from the bottom most section. she found the yellow box, but it had nothing but documents. she carefully shut it, and placed it back where it was.
when she reached the top most section, she saw three boxes. two red ones and one blue one, stacked one over the other. she looked around for a chair, but spotted none.
turning her neck, she spent a moment looking blankly at the door. she debated whether to go out and grab something to help her reach the boxes.
sighing, decided it was too much work. so, she stood on the tip of her toes, her fingers just barely brushing the bottom-most box. she grabbed onto the box in an attempt to bring the stack down.
clearly, jihye had underestimated the weight of the three boxes, because just barely gripping the box wasn’t enough to bring all the three boxes without letting them fall. she realised this a bit too late, the two boxes on the top already falling. she managed to catch the blue one, but the red one fell on the floor, the contents of it falling out.
“fuck, now i have a bigger mess to clean,” she muttered under her breath, setting down the two boxes in her hands carefully, before crouching to clear the mess she created.
she flipped the box, trying her best to ensure nothing else fell out, but it was a struggle since the box was apparently full– holding as much as it could– before she dropped it.
she takes a minute to look at the mess, the objects scattered across the floor. polaroids, lockets, notes, a diary, concert tickets, bracelets, and sitting at the very top of the pile– a photo with a person clearly missing. the torn edge indicating that once someone– who looked like a man– stood beside her once.
jihye’s breath stuttered. she didn’t mean to stumble upon this– hell, she didn’t even know it existed. her mother kept her life tightly under wraps. only giving the happy memories which would not arise further questions.
jihye knew why. she knew her mother never moved on from her past entirely– which was exactly the boxes contents. and it was exactly why she shouldn’t snoop.
but on the other hand, this would give her answers. answers to questions she'd been begging for years. and maybe she’d get to know who her mother was before she became “mom” or the yoon y/n on tabloids for her company– mémoire d’amour.
she was torn. her fingers hovered over the scattered belongings.
should she do the right thing and put everything back, repsecting her mother’s privacy?
or should she give in to the curiosity that had consumed her for years?
jihye made a small decision. she was going to just get one look and put everything back the way it was. she took a long breath, trying to steady her beating heart– that seemingly tried to rise into her mouth.
jihye lowered her hand to the pile, brushing away the remaining to get to the diary. she slowly lifted it, blowing the dust off the cover. the diary was a soft pink, the corners bent, edges frayed as though it had been used countless times before it was hidden away.
on the top, it was written in black ink, that had now began to fade– “yoon y/n’s.” her mother’s slanted and elegant handwriting made her crack a small smile.
she flipped it open to a random page. it wasn’t the beginning of the entry. the ink was smudged. with water? or tears? she didn’t know yet. but the words that was at the top of the page? made her heart stop.
i still love all three of them. and i don’t know which one of them is responsible for this.
where-in, yoon jihye, yoon y/n's almost 18 year old daughter is about to leave for university. but the biggest mystery of her life hasn't been solved— who her father was.
don't get her wrong, she loves her mother. but she really wants to know how it feels to have a father.
so when jihye finally stumbles upon her mother’s old diary, filled with countless memories, love, heartbreak, and three possible men, jihye makes it her mission to uncover the truth behind her y/n’s past & finally attempt to fill the void she has had within herself for years.
featuring: sunoo x reader, jake x reader and heeseung x reader.
a small series, inspired lightly by mamma mia. slow updates. taglist open!
warnings : sfw but may have slightly suggestive moments, angst(obviously), lower case intended, more warnings will be listed in each chapter, majorrr fluff, stupid characters, miscommunication, single mother reader, 3rd pov, but switches to second person sometimes. multiple povs?, self-gaslighting, missing father, y/n has atatchment issues and loves to avoid her problems, more to come. specific warnings will be listed in each part!
masterlist 𐙚 tl is always open!
tags : @sjynlvr @ikeu05 @wonscrchy @jaehyp @kristynaaah @wonubug @mwaeom
pocket lockets & a mother's secret — the scattered memories
chapter one : the scattered memories
warnings : sfw, emotional themes, slightly mature language, absent father themes, invasion of privacy/snooping, unresolved past, not proofread
note: i released this a little earlier than planned (i wrote 650 ish words today) because im so very grateful for 100 followers! thank you so much i hope you enjoy this!
wc : 1095
. prev . series masterlist . next 𐙚 tl is always open!
yoon jihye was helping her mother clean the house.
yoon y/n was growing old, but even old age couldn’t dim her beauty and her lively spirit.
y/n had reached forty, yet still worked with the flourish of someone in their early 20s wanting to prove their worth to their superiors. the woman refused to back down, earn a good living, and even go so far as to compromise her health at times. still, she remained strong for her daughter, whom she had raised alone for almost eighteen years.
despite being almost eighteen, jihye had no idea who her father was.
the only difference between her five year old self and now is that she knew better than to ask. knowing her mother didn’t like talking about it. it was evident in the way she’d always just change the topic.
her face would always have the same upset and guilty flicker before masking it into a neutral expression, then she’d slowly and gently change the topic. but the effect lasted for a while, as if the heaviness settled deep into her mother’s bones.
her thoughts were interrupted by her mother’s voice, “jihye, could you please go clean the store room. it’s getting real dusty in there. oh— and there should be a box with a bunch of spare packing cubes. you can use them to pack for uni.”
jihye sighed, grabbing the cleaning supplies from her mother. “which box?” she asked, not wanting to search through every box.
“a red one, i think— or maybe a yellow ochre type of box,” y/n replied, somewhat absentmindedly.
before jihye could respond, y/n’s phone buzzes in her pocket. “i have to head to the company for some urgent matters, you’ll do fine right?” y/n smiles apologetically, a flicker of guilt passed through her eyes, phone in hand– vibrating with an incoming call.
jihye only hummed, turning her back towards her mother. she plugs in her earphones and walks towards the store room.
few seconds later, her phone buzzes with a text from her mother– telling her to call if she needs anything.
dragging her feet she stops in front of the store room. the door handle was slightly harder to turn because it hadn't been used for so long. she flicked on the light switch and with am exasperated sigh, she decided to start with the cleaning.
after what felt like hours of hard work (it was half an hour), she wanted to scream in frustration. almost every corner of this stupid room was covered in dust.
jihye decided she had had enough and decided to clean the shelves with the boxes in hopes to find the box with the packing cubes. she worked her way through the shelf, moving from the bottom most section. she found the yellow box, but it had nothing but documents. she carefully shut it, and placed it back where it was.
when she reached the top most section, she saw three boxes. two red ones and one blue one, stacked one over the other. she looked around for a chair, but spotted none.
turning her neck, she spent a moment looking blankly at the door. she debated whether to go out and grab something to help her reach the boxes.
sighing, decided it was too much work. so, she stood on the tip of her toes, her fingers just barely brushing the bottom-most box. she grabbed onto the box in an attempt to bring the stack down.
clearly, jihye had underestimated the weight of the three boxes, because just barely gripping the box wasn’t enough to bring all the three boxes without letting them fall. she realised this a bit too late, the two boxes on the top already falling. she managed to catch the blue one, but the red one fell on the floor, the contents of it falling out.
“fuck, now i have a bigger mess to clean,” she muttered under her breath, setting down the two boxes in her hands carefully, before crouching to clear the mess she created.
she flipped the box, trying her best to ensure nothing else fell out, but it was a struggle since the box was apparently full– holding as much as it could– before she dropped it.
she takes a minute to look at the mess, the objects scattered across the floor. polaroids, lockets, notes, a diary, concert tickets, bracelets, and sitting at the very top of the pile– a photo with a person clearly missing. the torn edge indicating that once someone– who looked like a man– stood beside her once.
jihye’s breath stuttered. she didn’t mean to stumble upon this– hell, she didn’t even know it existed. her mother kept her life tightly under wraps. only giving the happy memories which would not arise further questions.
jihye knew why. she knew her mother never moved on from her past entirely– which was exactly the boxes contents. and it was exactly why she shouldn’t snoop.
but on the other hand, this would give her answers. answers to questions she'd been begging for years. and maybe she’d get to know who her mother was before she became “mom” or the yoon y/n on tabloids for her company– mémoire d’amour.
she was torn. her fingers hovered over the scattered belongings.
should she do the right thing and put everything back, repsecting her mother’s privacy?
or should she give in to the curiosity that had consumed her for years?
jihye made a small decision. she was going to just get one look and put everything back the way it was. she took a long breath, trying to steady her beating heart– that seemingly tried to rise into her mouth.
jihye lowered her hand to the pile, brushing away the remaining to get to the diary. she slowly lifted it, blowing the dust off the cover. the diary was a soft pink, the corners bent, edges frayed as though it had been used countless times before it was hidden away.
on the top, it was written in black ink, that had now began to fade– “yoon y/n’s.” her mother’s slanted and elegant handwriting made her crack a small smile.
she flipped it open to a random page. it wasn’t the beginning of the entry. the ink was smudged. with water? or tears? she didn’t know yet. but the words that was at the top of the page? made her heart stop.
i still love all three of them. and i don’t know which one of them is responsible for this.
i don't want to be your friend — nishimura riki x reader
listen to i wanna be your girlfriend by girl in red
in which, nishmura riki was your dream man— and you were, friends? maybe?
byr : sfw, angst, bad writing possibly, gramatical errors, not proofread, lower case intended.
wc : 1069
note : consider this my apology for not posting partnered again, it will be delayed. by a lot. oops? i've had exams and i've been very busy im so sorry. and i took a much needed break from blr. but i hope you have fun reading this! i took out a bunchh of stress writing it.
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nishimura riki. the hotshot and everything you’ve ever dreamt of in a man. and you were– friends? maybe?
you weren’t really sure. you know he was a little flirty with his friends, but it always seemed different when it was with you.
you met the man at your best friend’s party four months ago. he was her boyfriend’s plus one.
and honestly, he’s kind of hard to miss. the man had a tall, lean body, wearinga tank– with a jean jacket slung over his shoulder, blonde hair effortlessly messy, ears filled with piercings and a tattoo at the hip that was visible when he lifted his hands or moved with a little too much enthusiasm.
you made your way towards him, introducing yourself, he answered back with a smirk– and god, his deep voice made your stomach flip. you spoke a little bit, and the two of you clicked instantly. you spent the rest of the night around each other. nothing romantic, nothing lustful. just new.
the night had gone well, your best friend was happy, and you had met him, and he had insisted you call him ni-ki. you exchanged numbers and instagram handles and promised to keep in touch.
and boy, did you keep in touch. you coincidentally met him on your grocery run the next day, and then ni-ki somehow turned up at your place. sitting on your dining table chair, a pot of ramen between you, glasses of wine in hand and drake songs playing in the background.
he was funny, “nonchalant” but thoughtful, and lord did he tease you. the way his eyes shone when he teased you, never failed to make your heart flutter.
you grew closer over time. dinners at each other’s, convenience stores or even at restaurants.
your friends used to tease you, calling them “dates”. you’d always blush, deny and tell them you were just friends. but you secretly hoped they were dates too.
i mean, he had to have some feelings for you, right? ni-ki called you baby– or rather he called you a baby– but it was all the same right? it was always, “you’re such a baby compared to me”, “you’re a little baby, you know.”
but more than the words, it was the way he said it. the underlying tone of his words always made your ears turn red– and you always prayed he never noticed.
ni-ki also frequently took you to “dinner” which always felt like a date. he’d say there was a place he wanted to try and ask if you were down, and if you were (you always were, you always made time for him) told you to dress nice and that he’d pick you up.
he always treated you like he was taking you out on a date, except there were no flowers.
and three days ago? while you were out getting coffee, the barista called you a cute couple. he just slid his phone into the pocket of his jacket, thanked her for the coffee and walked out beside you.
that’s not how friends act, they’d deny it or probably flush out of embarrassment, right? and he did neither, so he’s got to have some feelings for you right?
and today, god this man was intent on killing you. yeah it was a hot day, but did he really have to wear that black tank? showing off his perfect biceps and veiny arms with every movement of his hands, a pair of sleek black sunglasses pushing his hair back, his arms decorated with bracelets and his fingers with stacks of silver rings.
you were laughing, and having so much fun. and so was he.
ni-ki paid the bil– of course he did, muttering something like, “making a lady pay is horrible behavior coming from me” and snatched the bill the moment you tried reaching for it and you walked out together.
the restaurant you picked was fairly close to your house and he insisted on walking you back. soft smiles adorned both your faces as you walked in the soft breeze.
he turns facing you, a smile still on his face but his eyes turning slightly serious, “i have to tell you something important.”
and that was when you thought, this is it, this is the moment where he asks you to be his girlfriend. you smiled and nodded, indicating for him to continue.
“there’s this girl i like and i took her to dinner yesterday. and i asked her to be my girlfriend and– she said yes. i really trust you, so i’m telling you before i tell anybody else. and honestly? i think you would really like her.”
your heart was shattered, but you couldn’t let him know that. so you smiled, and congratulated him, telling him how exciting it was and how happy you were for him and made him promise to introduce you to his girlfriend (god, why were you digging your own grave?).
ni-ki’s eyes lit up, and he pulled out his phone to show you pictures from the day before. the bouquet he gave her was huge, it was so big it honestly looked larger than her. he took her to a fancy restaurant, like a five star italian place that he spoke so highly of.
he then goes on talking about her, like she’s perfect. and he sounded so in-love with her it hurt. god, it hurt so bad. but you held it together for him.
you teased him, while trying to control your tears, all the way to the apartment– watching the man blush (he never blushes) while talking about her.
you had never been so happy to see the door of your house. you turned around and waved ni-ki good-bye as you got inside your house.
locking the door, you broke down completely. your heart aching. you blamed yourself for being so delusional. of course, there was no way the nishimura riki would ever like you. he was just being a gentleman and a good friend.
the tears didn’t seem to stop, no matter how much you willed them to.
your phone buzzed with a few notifications. you unlocked your phone to see messages from him.
ki <3
are you free day after?
my girl really wants to meet you too.
lmk if it works, kay?
it’ll be at my place, nun too fancy
ft. detective park sunghoon x criminal analyst reader
“park sunghoon, although only 25, is arguably korea's finest detective – a cold professional whose personal life remains the country's greatest enigma. y/n, an accomplished woman at korea's largest and most prestigious private firm, is her country's pride and joy, leaving no case unsolved. she has risen through the ranks to earn her title as the top criminal analyst. when another high-profile socialite is murdered and the korean authorities are left baffled, korea's finest pair are assigned to solve the case. y/n and sunghoon must work together to crack the case, without allowing their buried past– the unresolved tension and feelings– to interfere.”
byr : sfw, strong language, exs to enemies to ??, toxic dynamics, alchohol, drugs, murders, inaccurate depictions of crime scenes and how it goes?, description of crimes, gramatical errors, bad writing possibly, gramatical errors, semi-proofread lol, lower case intended. ...more tba
teaser wc : 1484 [fic wc : 18k est.]
release date : JUNE? [hopefully]
tags : @wonscrchy @ikeu05 @jaehyp @heeseungsvocals @s4eungie @endukki tl open
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note : ughh im not that happy with the way it ended but i didn't want to give away the whole plot so, im sorry for how it ended TT. i hope to release the whole fic by the end of april? im a slow writer sorry :( i hope you enjoy reading!
park sunghoon, the bane of your existence, who also happened to be your flame and constant during your shared university days.
you were paired together for your intellect, compassion, and dedication to the subject. who would not pair the two top students together? you worked your way up and eventually started dating. people whispered, hoping for a “perfect” relationship like yours. but that was before everything went south. after that, people whispered, wondering why you were together in the first place– many wishing you would end it for their own selfish desires, some wanting to steal the two of you away from each other, and some simply for the drama.
it had become a common sight to see the two of you fighting in the hallways and in the classes you shared– constant bickering under the excuse of “correcting” and “drawing attention to” each other's mistakes and/or the details they missed. of course, the both of you would speak like diplomats when the teacher was present, but the looks the two of you shot each other were filled with venom. it was the definition of “if looks could kill, you would be dead.” nothing but pure hatred was filled your eyes.
at first, seeing the cold indifference and rudeness from him– your hoon, the same man who used to be your comfort– broke your heart. but it hadn’t taken you long to close your heart off as well. you learnt to move on, slowly. it took you a while to stop yourself from punching haeun, park sunghoon’s new girlfriend, or him for thatm atter, but nights out with your friends, internships, and the sheer urge and determination to ensure you did not let that motherfucker beat you in any of the the exams or test ranking you both had to take, helped you move on. when you graduated, you were thriving– moved on, but your heart was still unforgiving.
2025, november 22nd, saturday. [the present]
you drove to the office after being called in for an emergency meeting by none other than your boss and friend, lee heeseung. of course, he would not call you in for an unimportant case, so you knew it was serious. it had been a few years since you graduated, and you had worked your way up the ranks within your company. you landed an excellent opportunity to work for korea’s largest private firm and rose through the ranks quite quickly. you had also been given the chance to help solve a couple of cases for other countries as well.
you had become something of a sensation, also came to be known as a popular bachelorette whose instagram following had grown significantly, despite not being an influencer, thanks to your sleek, modern, and aesthetic content accessible to the general public on your account. your lifestyle and dedication made you quite the role model for the younger generation aspiring to pursue careers in challenging fields filled with crime and often gruesome scenes.
upon arriving, you settled into your usual seat in the meeting room. you nodded in greeting towards heeseung, who flashed a quick smile in response before turning to the room, which was beginning to fill. “thank you for coming. i know today was supposed to be a day off, but urgent matters must be brought to attention. we shall begin shortly; i am waiting for—” he stopped as he heard the meeting room door push open.
the man who entered was none other than park sunghoon. although only 25, sunghoon had already gained a reputation as arguably being korea's finest detective– a cold professional whose personal life remains the country's greatest enigma. it wasn’t uncommon to see comments such as “the modelling industry is lucky he chose a different path” or “korea’s finest man and we don’t even know if he’s off the market” under any post on his instagram, in articles about him, or in related news related to his latest case.
the knowledge of your mutual hatred wasn’t a secret, but it wasn’t public knowledge either. only those who had witnessed it personally, or heard of it through others or yourself, knew about it. he did not acknowledge you in any way and neither did you.
“sorry, traffic was bad,” was the only explanation he gave before sitting down on the empty chair opposite to you. you had to restrain yourself from rolling your eyes. you shot heeseung a look, and he gave you a helpless, tight lipped smile. “okay, since everybody is here, let us begin. as you can see, mr park has joined us today,” he paused before continuing to introduce your team– those who filled the meeting room. “and of course, ms kang,” he fniished.
“the reason we have called you here is because of a case the korean authorities themselves have placed upon us,” he began as he walked towards his laptop. he gestured towards the slides displayed on the screen. there were pictures of five well respected socialites who are a part of korea’s elite. everyone in the room recognised the individuals.
“four of these five socialites– jang harin, choi eunwoo, yoon taeyang and kim donghyun– have been found dead in the last seven months, and the fifth– cho dasom– has been reported missing by her 29 year old son, cho doyun. she has been missing since attending the gala in gangnam-gu on thursday, 20th november, which was two days ago. now, the government is unable to solve the case. they have identified possible suspects but have made no progress without any proof or viable leads. we have received a case file, including detailed descriptions and photographs of the scenes, which we will examine later.” heeseung paused.
“the entire case has been given to us by the authorities. and the pattern involves victims going missing from events they were attending, bouquets being left at their doors exactly a week prior, and each victim receiving calls from an unknown number in the nights before their disappearance. the number of calls from the unknown number coincided with the order in which they were murdered. in addition, the manner in which they were killed– no bloodshed, tactfully and cleanly done– suggests a particular method. the styles seem similar yet different. of course, we may be wrong, but it is a possibility we cannot rule out.”
“mr park, as for why you are here, the authorities have decided it is appropriate for you to work with miss kang. they believe this is a case best solved by the most capable. you have one of the highest clearance rates, and so does she. you will have everything you need; meeting rooms and studies will be provided. you can work in either of your private studies– miss kang’s is in this building. but remember, you are in this together.” heeseung spoke, placing a subtle emphasis on the “work together,” warning you to maintain civility.
“that is all for today’s meeting. mr park and miss kang, you are welcome to stay. my office is on the top floor, room 18. If you require anything, call me. miss kang the case files have been placed in your study; you are welcome to go there. mr park, the rough details have been emailed to you.” if you would like a copy of the case there is a printer opposite to miss kang’s study in the conference room.” he said before grabbing his files and laptop and walking out.
the room was quiet, an underlying tension began to fill the room. “miss kang, long time no see,” he spoke, voice calm, but a hint of venom laced his voice. “like-wise mr park.” you said, shooting him a glare.
“let’s not make this difficult shall we? i don’t have time for your bullshit. let’s get this straight, we need to work on this case, mr park. It’s dragging korea’s reputation down. don’t make everything harder than it needs to.”
he smirks, “of course not. i’ll be on my best behavior” his voice dripping with sarcasm. “well darling, lead the way. we’ve got a case on our hands. time is ticking.” he says, gesturing towards the door. you scoffed and couldn’t help but roll your eyes at the nickname and walk towards the door. “keep up park, the case doesn’t wait for anyone.”
his smirk didn’t fade, only grew as he matched your stride, “oh i intend to, make sure you don’t give me a reason to slow down.” his voice low, amused but hint of something sharper threaded through it.
“the case isn’t just about you darling,” a beat passed. “my reputation’s on the line and possibly the lives of the remaining elites. “and i’m not letting anyone ruin what i worked to build, hm?” he said as he entered the lift alongside you.
“wouldn’t dream of it, park.” you said, as the doors of the lift began to slide shut.
pocket lockets & a mother's secret — the scattered memories
chapter one : the scattered memories
warnings : sfw, emotional themes, slightly mature language, absent father themes, invasion of privacy/snooping, unresolved past, not proofread
note: i released this a little earlier than planned (i wrote 650 ish words today) because im so very grateful for 100 followers! thank you so much i hope you enjoy this!
wc : 1095
. prev . series masterlist . next 𐙚 tl is always open!
yoon jihye was helping her mother clean the house.
yoon y/n was growing old, but even old age couldn’t dim her beauty and her lively spirit.
y/n had reached forty, yet still worked with the flourish of someone in their early 20s wanting to prove their worth to their superiors. the woman refused to back down, earn a good living, and even go so far as to compromise her health at times. still, she remained strong for her daughter, whom she had raised alone for almost eighteen years.
despite being almost eighteen, jihye had no idea who her father was.
the only difference between her five year old self and now is that she knew better than to ask. knowing her mother didn’t like talking about it. it was evident in the way she’d always just change the topic.
her face would always have the same upset and guilty flicker before masking it into a neutral expression, then she’d slowly and gently change the topic. but the effect lasted for a while, as if the heaviness settled deep into her mother’s bones.
her thoughts were interrupted by her mother’s voice, “jihye, could you please go clean the store room. it’s getting real dusty in there. oh— and there should be a box with a bunch of spare packing cubes. you can use them to pack for uni.”
jihye sighed, grabbing the cleaning supplies from her mother. “which box?” she asked, not wanting to search through every box.
“a red one, i think— or maybe a yellow ochre type of box,” y/n replied, somewhat absentmindedly.
before jihye could respond, y/n’s phone buzzes in her pocket. “i have to head to the company for some urgent matters, you’ll do fine right?” y/n smiles apologetically, a flicker of guilt passed through her eyes, phone in hand– vibrating with an incoming call.
jihye only hummed, turning her back towards her mother. she plugs in her earphones and walks towards the store room.
few seconds later, her phone buzzes with a text from her mother– telling her to call if she needs anything.
dragging her feet she stops in front of the store room. the door handle was slightly harder to turn because it hadn't been used for so long. she flicked on the light switch and with am exasperated sigh, she decided to start with the cleaning.
after what felt like hours of hard work (it was half an hour), she wanted to scream in frustration. almost every corner of this stupid room was covered in dust.
jihye decided she had had enough and decided to clean the shelves with the boxes in hopes to find the box with the packing cubes. she worked her way through the shelf, moving from the bottom most section. she found the yellow box, but it had nothing but documents. she carefully shut it, and placed it back where it was.
when she reached the top most section, she saw three boxes. two red ones and one blue one, stacked one over the other. she looked around for a chair, but spotted none.
turning her neck, she spent a moment looking blankly at the door. she debated whether to go out and grab something to help her reach the boxes.
sighing, decided it was too much work. so, she stood on the tip of her toes, her fingers just barely brushing the bottom-most box. she grabbed onto the box in an attempt to bring the stack down.
clearly, jihye had underestimated the weight of the three boxes, because just barely gripping the box wasn’t enough to bring all the three boxes without letting them fall. she realised this a bit too late, the two boxes on the top already falling. she managed to catch the blue one, but the red one fell on the floor, the contents of it falling out.
“fuck, now i have a bigger mess to clean,” she muttered under her breath, setting down the two boxes in her hands carefully, before crouching to clear the mess she created.
she flipped the box, trying her best to ensure nothing else fell out, but it was a struggle since the box was apparently full– holding as much as it could– before she dropped it.
she takes a minute to look at the mess, the objects scattered across the floor. polaroids, lockets, notes, a diary, concert tickets, bracelets, and sitting at the very top of the pile– a photo with a person clearly missing. the torn edge indicating that once someone– who looked like a man– stood beside her once.
jihye’s breath stuttered. she didn’t mean to stumble upon this– hell, she didn’t even know it existed. her mother kept her life tightly under wraps. only giving the happy memories which would not arise further questions.
jihye knew why. she knew her mother never moved on from her past entirely– which was exactly the boxes contents. and it was exactly why she shouldn’t snoop.
but on the other hand, this would give her answers. answers to questions she'd been begging for years. and maybe she’d get to know who her mother was before she became “mom” or the yoon y/n on tabloids for her company– mémoire d’amour.
she was torn. her fingers hovered over the scattered belongings.
should she do the right thing and put everything back, repsecting her mother’s privacy?
or should she give in to the curiosity that had consumed her for years?
jihye made a small decision. she was going to just get one look and put everything back the way it was. she took a long breath, trying to steady her beating heart– that seemingly tried to rise into her mouth.
jihye lowered her hand to the pile, brushing away the remaining to get to the diary. she slowly lifted it, blowing the dust off the cover. the diary was a soft pink, the corners bent, edges frayed as though it had been used countless times before it was hidden away.
on the top, it was written in black ink, that had now began to fade– “yoon y/n’s.” her mother’s slanted and elegant handwriting made her crack a small smile.
she flipped it open to a random page. it wasn’t the beginning of the entry. the ink was smudged. with water? or tears? she didn’t know yet. but the words that was at the top of the page? made her heart stop.
i still love all three of them. and i don’t know which one of them is responsible for this.
where-in, yoon jihye, yoon y/n's almost 18 year old daughter is about to leave for university. but the biggest mystery of her life hasn't been solved— who her father was.
don't get her wrong, she loves her mother. but she really wants to know how it feels to have a father.
so when jihye finally stumbles upon her mother’s old diary, filled with countless memories, love, heartbreak, and three possible men, jihye makes it her mission to uncover the truth behind her y/n’s past & finally attempt to fill the void she has had within herself for years.
featuring: sunoo x reader, jake x reader and heeseung x reader.
a small series, inspired lightly by mamma mia. slow updates. taglist open!
warnings : sfw but may have slightly suggestive moments, angst(obviously), lower case intended, more warnings will be listed in each chapter, majorrr fluff, stupid characters, miscommunication, single mother reader, 3rd pov, but switches to second person sometimes. multiple povs?, self-gaslighting, missing father, y/n has atatchment issues and loves to avoid her problems, more to come. specific warnings will be listed in each part!
masterlist 𐙚 tl is always open!
tags : @sjynlvr @ikeu05 @wonscrchy @jaehyp @kristynaaah @wonubug @mwaeom
prologue
chapter one — the discovery
chapter two — ??
...more to come
ft. detective park sunghoon x criminal analyst reader
“park sunghoon, although only 25, is arguably korea's finest detective – a cold professional whose personal life remains the country's greatest enigma. y/n, an accomplished woman at korea's largest and most prestigious private firm, is her country's pride and joy, leaving no case unsolved. she has risen through the ranks to earn her title as the top criminal analyst. when another high-profile socialite is murdered and the korean authorities are left baffled, korea's finest pair are assigned to solve the case. y/n and sunghoon must work together to crack the case, without allowing their buried past– the unresolved tension and feelings– to interfere.”
byr : sfw, strong language, exs to enemies to ??, toxic dynamics, alchohol, drugs, murders, inaccurate depictions of crime scenes and how it goes?, description of crimes, gramatical errors, bad writing possibly, gramatical errors, semi-proofread lol, lower case intended. ...more tba
teaser wc : 1484 [fic wc : 18k est.]
release date : end of arpil? [hopefully]
tags : @wonscrchy @ikeu05 @jaehyp @heeseungsvocals @s4eungie @endukki tl open
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note : ughh im not that happy with the way it ended but i didn't want to give away the whole plot so, im sorry for how it ended TT. i hope to release the whole fic by the end of april? im a slow writer sorry :( i hope you enjoy reading!
park sunghoon, the bane of your existence, who also happened to be your flame and constant during your shared university days.
you were paired together for your intellect, compassion, and dedication to the subject. who would not pair the two top students together? you worked your way up and eventually started dating. people whispered, hoping for a “perfect” relationship like yours. but that was before everything went south. after that, people whispered, wondering why you were together in the first place– many wishing you would end it for their own selfish desires, some wanting to steal the two of you away from each other, and some simply for the drama.
it had become a common sight to see the two of you fighting in the hallways and in the classes you shared– constant bickering under the excuse of “correcting” and “drawing attention to” each other's mistakes and/or the details they missed. of course, the both of you would speak like diplomats when the teacher was present, but the looks the two of you shot each other were filled with venom. it was the definition of “if looks could kill, you would be dead.” nothing but pure hatred was filled your eyes.
at first, seeing the cold indifference and rudeness from him– your hoon, the same man who used to be your comfort– broke your heart. but it hadn’t taken you long to close your heart off as well. you learnt to move on, slowly. it took you a while to stop yourself from punching haeun, park sunghoon’s new girlfriend, or him for thatm atter, but nights out with your friends, internships, and the sheer urge and determination to ensure you did not let that motherfucker beat you in any of the the exams or test ranking you both had to take, helped you move on. when you graduated, you were thriving– moved on, but your heart was still unforgiving.
2025, november 22nd, saturday. [the present]
you drove to the office after being called in for an emergency meeting by none other than your boss and friend, lee heeseung. of course, he would not call you in for an unimportant case, so you knew it was serious. it had been a few years since you graduated, and you had worked your way up the ranks within your company. you landed an excellent opportunity to work for korea’s largest private firm and rose through the ranks quite quickly. you had also been given the chance to help solve a couple of cases for other countries as well.
you had become something of a sensation, also came to be known as a popular bachelorette whose instagram following had grown significantly, despite not being an influencer, thanks to your sleek, modern, and aesthetic content accessible to the general public on your account. your lifestyle and dedication made you quite the role model for the younger generation aspiring to pursue careers in challenging fields filled with crime and often gruesome scenes.
upon arriving, you settled into your usual seat in the meeting room. you nodded in greeting towards heeseung, who flashed a quick smile in response before turning to the room, which was beginning to fill. “thank you for coming. i know today was supposed to be a day off, but urgent matters must be brought to attention. we shall begin shortly; i am waiting for—” he stopped as he heard the meeting room door push open.
the man who entered was none other than park sunghoon. although only 25, sunghoon had already gained a reputation as arguably being korea's finest detective– a cold professional whose personal life remains the country's greatest enigma. it wasn’t uncommon to see comments such as “the modelling industry is lucky he chose a different path” or “korea’s finest man and we don’t even know if he’s off the market” under any post on his instagram, in articles about him, or in related news related to his latest case.
the knowledge of your mutual hatred wasn’t a secret, but it wasn’t public knowledge either. only those who had witnessed it personally, or heard of it through others or yourself, knew about it. he did not acknowledge you in any way and neither did you.
“sorry, traffic was bad,” was the only explanation he gave before sitting down on the empty chair opposite to you. you had to restrain yourself from rolling your eyes. you shot heeseung a look, and he gave you a helpless, tight lipped smile. “okay, since everybody is here, let us begin. as you can see, mr park has joined us today,” he paused before continuing to introduce your team– those who filled the meeting room. “and of course, ms kang,” he fniished.
“the reason we have called you here is because of a case the korean authorities themselves have placed upon us,” he began as he walked towards his laptop. he gestured towards the slides displayed on the screen. there were pictures of five well respected socialites who are a part of korea’s elite. everyone in the room recognised the individuals.
“four of these five socialites– jang harin, choi eunwoo, yoon taeyang and kim donghyun– have been found dead in the last seven months, and the fifth– cho dasom– has been reported missing by her 29 year old son, cho doyun. she has been missing since attending the gala in gangnam-gu on thursday, 20th november, which was two days ago. now, the government is unable to solve the case. they have identified possible suspects but have made no progress without any proof or viable leads. we have received a case file, including detailed descriptions and photographs of the scenes, which we will examine later.” heeseung paused.
“the entire case has been given to us by the authorities. and the pattern involves victims going missing from events they were attending, bouquets being left at their doors exactly a week prior, and each victim receiving calls from an unknown number in the nights before their disappearance. the number of calls from the unknown number coincided with the order in which they were murdered. in addition, the manner in which they were killed– no bloodshed, tactfully and cleanly done– suggests a particular method. the styles seem similar yet different. of course, we may be wrong, but it is a possibility we cannot rule out.”
“mr park, as for why you are here, the authorities have decided it is appropriate for you to work with miss kang. they believe this is a case best solved by the most capable. you have one of the highest clearance rates, and so does she. you will have everything you need; meeting rooms and studies will be provided. you can work in either of your private studies– miss kang’s is in this building. but remember, you are in this together.” heeseung spoke, placing a subtle emphasis on the “work together,” warning you to maintain civility.
“that is all for today’s meeting. mr park and miss kang, you are welcome to stay. my office is on the top floor, room 18. If you require anything, call me. miss kang the case files have been placed in your study; you are welcome to go there. mr park, the rough details have been emailed to you.” if you would like a copy of the case there is a printer opposite to miss kang’s study in the conference room.” he said before grabbing his files and laptop and walking out.
the room was quiet, an underlying tension began to fill the room. “miss kang, long time no see,” he spoke, voice calm, but a hint of venom laced his voice. “like-wise mr park.” you said, shooting him a glare.
“let’s not make this difficult shall we? i don’t have time for your bullshit. let’s get this straight, we need to work on this case, mr park. It’s dragging korea’s reputation down. don’t make everything harder than it needs to.”
he smirks, “of course not. i’ll be on my best behavior” his voice dripping with sarcasm. “well darling, lead the way. we’ve got a case on our hands. time is ticking.” he says, gesturing towards the door. you scoffed and couldn’t help but roll your eyes at the nickname and walk towards the door. “keep up park, the case doesn’t wait for anyone.”
his smirk didn’t fade, only grew as he matched your stride, “oh i intend to, make sure you don’t give me a reason to slow down.” his voice low, amused but hint of something sharper threaded through it.
“the case isn’t just about you darling,” a beat passed. “my reputation’s on the line and possibly the lives of the remaining elites. “and i’m not letting anyone ruin what i worked to build, hm?” he said as he entered the lift alongside you.
“wouldn’t dream of it, park.” you said, as the doors of the lift began to slide shut.
warnings : mostly sfw but mildly suggestive(?) content, mentions of pregnancy, mentions of moans, implications of sex.
wc : 316
series masterlist . next 𐙚 tl is always open!
yoon y/n’s world just came crashing down all in one night.
truly, how unfortunate because her day had been amazing so far.
earlier that morning, she had just gotten an email from a company she so desperately wanted a position at. and they had accepted her. she was glowing, happiness was oozing out of her, it seemed to bring warmth into every place she had visited that day.
y/n dreamt big, wanting to start her own company. but first she settled for working at one instead.
she said it was to learn how businesses operated, and understanding what it took to build something from nothing. she aimed for the big companies, and carefully tried altering her resume to fit their standards.
and, finally one had said yes. she would have a good pay, amazing opportunities and an experience she can’t really gain elsewhere.
but all it took was a pregnancy test to bring tears to her eyes, and a heart pounding with fear. she couldn’t raise a baby by herself. she slid down on to the floor of her bathroom, the cool floor a stark contrast to the overwhelming warmth in her body.
with trembling hands, she covered her face, trying to remember, trying to remember who the father was.
three men, young and handsome.
a slow, sultry song– with low moans fusing into the music, passing as adlibs– on a soundcloud.
bright lights of the changing rooms in studios, with makeup and clothes askew everywhere.
the flash of a camera, burning into her vision as she played muse.
polaroids. lockets. diaries of memories. chits filled with song lyrics. a personal fashion show. laughter on fields. kisses and heated moments shared in bedrooms and under the dim moonlight.
the memories of the past few months tangled together. the endings and beginnings merged, a blur of events she can’t seem to decipher in her panic.
HEYY. so uh ive been gone for a while and partnered, again? is due wayyy past its deadline and i'll be honest with you, what i assumed would be a 10k fic will probably be ~20k or more.
i've reached ~10k and i still havent gotten to the very important aspects of the story. i apologise for this but im honestly a very slow writer. and i don't know when it's going to be posted as i havent had the time to work on it in the past 3 weeks.
i released this as an apology for the delay in partnered, again.
SO i was wondering if i should post the fic in parts. maybe like 2.5-3k ish words each part so you'll be able to read the story as and when it gets posted? or should i post it all together (i have NO clue when this will be, i sincerely apologise)
but each part may not be as drama filled or anything. it might just be very much PLOT PLOT PLOT for the drama later? since im going to be a bit more free i'll be able to write way more often.
warnings : mostly sfw but mildly suggestive(?) content, mentions of pregnancy, mentions of moans, implications of sex.
wc : 316
series masterlist . next 𐙚 tl is always open!
yoon y/n’s world just came crashing down all in one night.
truly, how unfortunate because her day had been amazing so far.
earlier that morning, she had just gotten an email from a company she so desperately wanted a position at. and they had accepted her. she was glowing, happiness was oozing out of her, it seemed to bring warmth into every place she had visited that day.
y/n dreamt big, wanting to start her own company. but first she settled for working at one instead.
she said it was to learn how businesses operated, and understanding what it took to build something from nothing. she aimed for the big companies, and carefully tried altering her resume to fit their standards.
and, finally one had said yes. she would have a good pay, amazing opportunities and an experience she can’t really gain elsewhere.
but all it took was a pregnancy test to bring tears to her eyes, and a heart pounding with fear. she couldn’t raise a baby by herself. she slid down on to the floor of her bathroom, the cool floor a stark contrast to the overwhelming warmth in her body.
with trembling hands, she covered her face, trying to remember, trying to remember who the father was.
three men, young and handsome.
a slow, sultry song– with low moans fusing into the music, passing as adlibs– on a soundcloud.
bright lights of the changing rooms in studios, with makeup and clothes askew everywhere.
the flash of a camera, burning into her vision as she played muse.
polaroids. lockets. diaries of memories. chits filled with song lyrics. a personal fashion show. laughter on fields. kisses and heated moments shared in bedrooms and under the dim moonlight.
the memories of the past few months tangled together. the endings and beginnings merged, a blur of events she can’t seem to decipher in her panic.
warnings : mostly sfw but mildly suggestive(?) content, mentions of pregnancy, mentions of moans, implications of sex.
wc : 316
series masterlist . next 𐙚 tl is always open!
yoon y/n’s world just came crashing down all in one night.
truly, how unfortunate because her day had been amazing so far.
earlier that morning, she had just gotten an email from a company she so desperately wanted a position at. and they had accepted her. she was glowing, happiness was oozing out of her, it seemed to bring warmth into every place she had visited that day.
y/n dreamt big, wanting to start her own company. but first she settled for working at one instead.
she said it was to learn how businesses operated, and understanding what it took to build something from nothing. she aimed for the big companies, and carefully tried altering her resume to fit their standards.
and, finally one had said yes. she would have a good pay, amazing opportunities and an experience she can’t really gain elsewhere.
but all it took was a pregnancy test to bring tears to her eyes, and a heart pounding with fear. she couldn’t raise a baby by herself. she slid down on to the floor of her bathroom, the cool floor a stark contrast to the overwhelming warmth in her body.
with trembling hands, she covered her face, trying to remember, trying to remember who the father was.
three men, young and handsome.
a slow, sultry song– with low moans fusing into the music, passing as adlibs– on a soundcloud.
bright lights of the changing rooms in studios, with makeup and clothes askew everywhere.
the flash of a camera, burning into her vision as she played muse.
polaroids. lockets. diaries of memories. chits filled with song lyrics. a personal fashion show. laughter on fields. kisses and heated moments shared in bedrooms and under the dim moonlight.
the memories of the past few months tangled together. the endings and beginnings merged, a blur of events she can’t seem to decipher in her panic.
syn : where-in y/n and the boys surprise jungwon for his birthday!
byr : sfw, idol jungwon x gf reader cussing, poor attempts of humor, they are idols, probably gramamtical errors, lowercase intended.
note : second fic, let's cheer. i originally planned for seomthing else to be my second fic but in honour of jungwon's birthday i decided to post this. actually out of the 3 works i have written/ in the process of writing, and this is the first light hearted one. i wrote this for our lovely leader, and just a chaotic scenario. i hope you have fun reading this, and im really sorry if it isn't good, i sat and wrote it yesterday and i promise i'll get better!
like this? other works
wc : 944 words
“fuck, stupid alarm, why did it fucking not ring?” y/n whines as she rushes to get ready (in reality, it did ring– she snoozed it subconsciously).
a notification lights up her phone
heeseung
bro its already 5, you gotta get here in 15 minutes.
you
yeah im leaving, im sorry. i woke up late TT the alarm didnt ring
she stumbles out of her apartment, her arms full of bags, and struggles to lock her door.
“jay’s gonna fucking kill me, i’m going to be so late,” she curses, running to her car. she dumps the presents and the cake on the back seat and starts driving to the dorms.
“wow, i really sped here,” she announces to riki, who had come down to help her with the bags. “yeah, no shit, you got here in 10 minutes and it’s a 15 minute drive,” he deadpans.
“yeah, let’s not tell won that, hm? he’ll beat me up,” you chuckle. the door of their apartment swings open. “hi y/n! jay’s been panicking, you know? we have to set everything up before he wakes up, and be quiet, riki, you know he’s a light sleeper,” sunoo chastises, and riki mumbles an apology.
“yeah, i could hear your ass from the kitchen, riki, you are not quiet,” sunghoon sneers.
“stop arguing, and y/n thank goodness you’re finally here. leave your present here, give me the cake, and you can go and help heeseung with the balloons. he’s sitting next to jake over there by the couch, yeah?” jay directs. “yeah okay. won’s still fast asleep, right?” you ask. he hums in response and you make your way towards the couch.
everyone continues to work— sunoo and jay fuss over decorations, heeseung and y/n blow and place balloons, sunghoon and ni-ki arrange the banners, and jake is in the kitchen.
“bro, that banner is not straight, ni-ki, pull it down an inch or so.”
“y/n, don't put that balloon there, there are already too many purple balloons, put it near sunghoon instead.”
“jake, dont mix the white chocolate with the strawberries.”
“WHERE ARE THE CANDLES?”
the dorm was filled with whisper-fuelled chaos when niki whispered, “guys, it’s 5:57. he’s going to wake up; his alarm is set for 6.”
“oh hell no, we aren’t ready, he’s not supposed to know im here,” y/n facepalms.
“nahh, i think we’re done. i dont think we have to do anything more— too many cooks spoil the broth or something,” sunghoon states proudly.
“that proverb isn’t even valid in this scenario. hoon what are you talking about?” jake corrects him.
“WELL YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN,” he defends.
“can we not? this conversation is ageing me,” jay sighs.
“holy unc,” riki snickers, only to be smacked by jay. he whines in response, rubbing the sting on his arm.
“bro, be quiet, we’re going to wake him up,” heeseung says as he goes to grab the cake. a string of apologies follows his statement.
“right, i’m going to wake him up. y/n, you shall hold the cake. heeseung, light the candles and place them on the cake,” sunoo says.
heeseung brings the cake and jake produces the lighter from his pocket, lighting the candles. the group slowly makes their way to jungwon's closed bedroom and stands in front of his door. y/n stands at the back, covered by the members.
when the door opens, “HAPPY BIRTHDAY” choruses throughout the group as they part, leaving y/n in the centre holding the chocolate cake, decorated with strawberries all around.
everyone sings “happy birthday” together as jungwon takes the knife and cuts the cake. at the end, he receives a pat on the back and a “happy birthday, bro” of some sort from each of his members, and a sweet “happy birthday, my love” from you. he kisses your cheek in response, only to be met with, “ew, can we do this after the giftgiving— OW, what was that for?” riki complains.
“let won enjoy his birthday with his girlfriend, you single freak,” heeseung adds. “but yeah, we have a whole day of schedules, unfortunately, so let’s go out— we set it up for you.”
“okay, let’s go,” jungwon agrees. he wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you with him. “won! the cake,” you squeal in surprise, almost dropping it. jungwon chuckles and mutters a small apology.
out on the couch, he sits right in the middle and everyone starts giving their gifts. finally, it is your turn. you gift him a pair of shades you know he’s been wanting, and a sleek black cardigan he has been eyeing for months.
he gasps in surprise upon opening the gift. “love, thank you so much, i love you. i’ll wear this tomorrow for our shoot,” he says, his dimples showing as he places a kiss on your temple.
someone mutters “couples” under their breath, making everyone burst out laughing.
“but seriously, thank you, this was a really good surprise,” jungwon says sincerely.
“it should be, i planned it,” sunoo huffs, which sends everyone into a frenzy, arguing about who was the reason for how well it turned out. jungwon only smiles, pulls y/n closer, and whispers in her ear, “thank you for being here, and thank you for the gift. i loved it.”
“anytime, won. oh, and i asked your manager to clear your schedule for the night. we have a dinner reservation, dress casually. you’re mine for the night,” you whisper back.
jungwon nods and smiles, intertwining your fingers. he says, “i’m always yours, whether i’m free or not.”
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