ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ᴡᴏᴍᴇɴ ɪᴍᴀɢɪɴᴇs

𝘚𝘦𝘦𝘬, 𝘋𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘺, & 𝘒𝘪𝘭𝘭- 𝘓.𝘛𝘠

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs/ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛs: ᴍᴜʀᴅᴇʀ (ᴏʀ ᴀʟʟᴜsɪᴏɴs ᴛᴏ ɪᴛ..), ɪɴsᴀɴɪᴛʏ ᴅʀɪᴠᴇɴ ᴏᴄ, ᴏɴᴇ-sɪᴅᴇᴅ ʟᴏᴠᴇ, sᴢᴀ sᴏs ᴀʟʙᴜᴍ ʀᴇғᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇs

"How are you today Mercedes?"

My oh my what a loaded question. She couldn't possibly answer it in one session, might as well go with the default answer.

"Good. Better than yesterday Dr. Kim," she beamed, her perfectly lined and glossed lips stretching to show her pearly whites.

"Hm. I told you you can address me as Namjoon, we're far past formalities Ms. Peña."

She cringed inwardly at the use of last name. It wasn't the last name she was supposed to end up with so why even bother saying it. She could just stab him for making her think about him again. Alas, she gave a tight lipped smile anyway and nodded so he could move on.

"Right then, you know the drill. Tell me about your past week, anything you want discuss in particular about it, and we can go from there. There's also something I wanted to address right before we finish for the day," Namjoon leans up in his seat ready to hear about the young woman's week.

Although it was literally his job, pretty much everyone in his private practice office could tell he was a little more invested in his newest client. Now he was a firm believer that everyone needed a therapist but he just couldn't for the life of him understand why such a beautiful woman came literally every week. He wasn't complaining though, since the first day she had his undivided attention.

Bless his heart, she knew he hung on every word she said. He was a lonely man, victim to an high school sweetheart marriage that failed. Good thing for him, she had time to kill today.

"Well, my week was uneventful honestly. I met up with friends again and had a few drinks this time. Kind of chill. Nothing too drastic report on but I will say I'm starting to become more comfortable with being....alone."

Namjoon's eyebrow raised at this supposed revelation. Mercedes is an interesting one when it came to being alone. The breakup was her biggest struggle when she came to him all those months ago and it still is. Well, up until now. He noticed she was in a much more inviting mood, more than usual, content if you will.

"Really? That's great news Mercedes. If you don't mind me asking, where is the newfound comfort from?"

Another loaded question.....if only he knew.

"Well..."

┌ᴛɪᴍᴇsᴋɪᴘ-ᴛᴡᴏ ᴅᴀʏs ᴇᴀʀʟɪᴇʀ┘

Now, Mercedes isn't one for impracticality and with that being said, trying to kill someone smartly for a lack of better words was a little more tricky than she'd like to admit.

Good thing she was intelligent and sensible. She also knew her poisons. It's amazing how with a few extra hours at the library she could orchestrate a tragic death or two. Wow, that's a sentence if you've ever heard one she had to admit.

She sat in the armchair on her balcony going over her plan in her head as her nails tapped the small round table next to her. What a beautiful evening it was to stay in her luxurious penthouse -rosemary oil diffused throughout it- and think about how Mr. Lee Taeyong really had it coming.

She wish he would've minded his business from the beginning. He should've never insisted to be more than friends with benefits with Mercedes knowing he couldn't keep it in his pants. He should've never openly checked out woman wherever they went knowing Mercedes finally fell in love with him. He should've never kept insisting they stay together and "make it work"  after he got caught cheating over and over.