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yejisu : the princess distorted

published june 17, 2025. 6268 words
au

They turned eighteen, in love, bound to graduate with a promise. Choi Jisu was the princess and Hwang Yeji was the royal.

Then, Yeji became corrupt. She threw Jisu to the wolves in order to fulfill newfound goals, indulging in secretive love that cut deep.

When her temper lights, the fire spreads like she's soaked in gasoline. Her flare was once easy like a candle. She gave up the soft dates and let the night swallow her. No permission. No limits. No stopping. Wildfire.

Jisu follows her into the dark, not knowing she was never the only one underneath, and becomes one with it.

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yeji pov.

"Attention!"

I turn to my left and spot Jang Wonyoung, the craziest player on and off the court, standing on a bench. The lamppost behind her casts a glow, outlining her figure in order to pull every students' eye in the area.

"Party's at mine, literally five minutes that way," she says, pointing down the street. "House with the pink lights and white fence. Everybody is invited!"

Since Wonyoung lived just a few blocks away, I grabbed my side's hand and cruised with her like we had all night.

She was sat in the passenger seat with her knees up, full ginger locks cascading all across to shield her creamy toned limbs. The coupe's interior shook with the music's bass, a tiny preview of the party we'd wreck.

She reached for my hand and laced her fingers with mine, her free limb becoming one with the breeze through the window.

I erupted in laughs and smiles, flattered she'd pick at romancing like it's a scab. I didn't dwindle on her intimate grip as her lip bite suggested and flipped the subject. "Why don't we share the weed?"

She hesitated, her pout of failure poking in my peripheral vision. "You brought it?"

"It's a good way to chill after..." My sentence died off. There was nowhere to go with it, so I left it to her imagination.

Yuna gasped slightly.

I liked keeping her guessing. It's like she stepped on some kind of dopamine landmine, and suddenly, I was in Heaven. With her, of all people, and we were tasting each other's guarded souls like it was something forbidden.

Well, she doesn't know that.

I click on my phone at a stop sign, no regard if a train builds behind me. I witness my girlfriend's bombarding texts flowing through my screen.

I tap on them.

Lia: where are you? can we just meet at the fountain?
Me: i'm not at school anymore. wonyoung invited us to a party.
Lia: you're going? again???
Me: yea.
Lia: u told me you stopped?

I really hope she doesn't show up and ruin everything.

She bosses me around like she's my mother, and I want to ignore her! Lia does the most to remove me from the fun. Now I don't let her.

When we arrive, I contemplate whipping out the bag of cannabis straight away. The urges stung as I stood still in front of the sink. So frozen my pulse was the only thing moving, trying to tear out of my skin. Other than the thumps to get my head bobbing.

Yuna sang my nickname, calling out for me.

I glance over, eyebrows raised, and the next second rocking a smirk. She clings to my arm, cheek squished against my shoulder, warm and pouty. "I don't want to drink by myself..." she mumbles, almost childlike.