Absolutely no offense to Yeojin Im-Chaewon's sure she's a nice girl, and it's cute that her and Yunjin's sisterly bond rivaled that of Lilo and what's-her-face (not Stitch, but the sister) and that they made booby traps to catch Santa on Christmas Eve but Chaewon still could not give the slightest fuck who she is.
It's been a long day, her hangover is dormant but by no means gone completely, and she's really fucking confused.
Chaewon was about to say it.
The words she's never said to anyone else ever-because she's never made it this far, never fallen this hard, never been down this bad.
Why couldn't she seal the deal? It's just three words and eight letters, right?
Three words and three letters wrapped up in infinity.
Maybe she's still not sure she's saying them to the right person. She's only 99% certain Yunjin's the one she's been waiting for all this time which is pretty statistically significant but remember, Chaewon's not one to ignore that remaining 1% of doubt.
Yet, with each passing moment, with each smile and kiss and caress, Yunjin herself adds an extra ".9" to the end of that 99.
Just let her be the one already, Chaewon wishes-to who, she doesn't know. Cupid? Aphrodite? Sean Rad, founder of Tinder? Basically, whoever it is that dropped Yunjin in the middle of her mundane life and subsequently made it so much better.
Chaewon's tired, Chaewon's done looking, Yunjin better fucking be it.
"This is it," says Yunjin when they arrive at the gated entrance of yet another ludicrously oversized mega mansion.
Chaewon feasts her eyes on the Im Estate: all 45,000 square feet of living space, erected pompously on top of a hill that overlooks the entire city. Moreso a museum than a home, the estate is a testament to ancient Korean architecture; there are twin, skyscraper-like stone pagodas marking the main entrance, tranquil courtyards built within hanoks (private guesthouses), and cherry blossom trees around every corner.
Chaewon thinks she's been here before-perhaps she's dreamed of it or inserted herself in a similar meditative environment during one of her binge reading sessions.
It's the kind of place that ideally, you'd want to be alone in, basking in the quiet beauty of Mother Nature.
If, however, you must be in the presence of another, then you'd want that person to be the love of your life.
"I've never seen anything more beautiful," Chaewon remarks.
"Eh," Yunjin shrugs, unimpressed, then takes Chaewon's hand. "I can think of a few things."
Chaewon eyes the ground shyly.
Quite pleased with her brilliant ability to fluster and weaken Chaewon at the knees, Yunjin gains the courage to walk up to the Im family's mailbox and drop her final letter of the day: one addressed sincerely to "Yeojin: my sister, my heart. "
Yunjin swifty turns around, jaw clenched and hands shoved in the depths of her back pockets. "Let's get out of here," she tells Chaewon.
"Can't we check out the inside?"
"They wouldn't let scum like me in," Yunjin says ashamedly, already walking past Chaewon.
"But didn't you say the Ims were a second family to you? Like you guys went on vacations together...?" Chaewon asks uncertainly because, again, she was far more preoccupied with asking herself if she was about to say the "L" word to Yunjin (no, not lesbian) than listening to Yunjin reveal chapter 101 of her tragic backstory.
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from which a garden grows / purinz
Fanfiction#1 purinz Sakura says every long-lasting relationship is like a garden: you first start out with a few seeds of potential. Chaewon doesn't see any potential in her latest love interest... ok maybe she's fine as fuck and her toy poodle is kinda cute...
