min saejin^
third person ;
what could possibly be worse than wanting to kill someone?
being in love with your rival.
what could possibly be worse than wanting to be with someone and not getting to have them?
being in love with someone who doesn't want you.
for saejin, she never realized that she'd fall for someone who she thought she hated. she dreamed of what it would be like if she got to be his. if she got to hear him say her name without guilt or hatred in namjoon's voice.
she never knew it would take one accident for her to tell him how badly she wanted to he his.
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the moon illuminated the dark empty room, threads of light hitting the walls and ceiling. the sillhouette of a petite girl stood in the darkness of the closet, her hair tied up into an abnormally tight ponytail.
she took a quick glance at the fine print on the faded black t-shirt, titling her head slightly to the left. quickly, she threw it to the side with a grimace look on her pale face.
it was around 3:45am, the city of seoul was sound asleep, only a few crickets here and there. saejin lived in the darker part of seoul, south korea - by herself of course - with only a few people living around her. she wasn't a very talkative person, but one thing she hated more about being lonely was not having someone there for her.
she pulled the dark red shirt over her head, brushing out the wrinkles that covered it. her hands traced over the bubble lettering, a small smile playing on her dusty pink lips. her parents were always afraid of saejin's job - stealing things that weren't hers - but she always reassured them that everything was going to be alright.
she never thought that her life would end up to become like this.
she then observed her body in the mirror. every little shadow on her face popped out as though someone painted over it. a slight breeze blew through the room, hitting the pale face of saejin. she rubbed her arms with her teeny hands, wincing as she felt another breeze hit her body.
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saejin's breath hitched as his hands gripped her waist, his cold finger tips pressing intensely on her delicate skin. the smell of liquor and cigarettes on his breath. every moment with this man was part of her job; giving him the satisfaction he wanted.
their bodies touching, sweat dripping from both of their foreheads, lights flashing all around them. the smell of sex, drugs and alcohol filled the air. the man, known as jung hoseok, slug his arm around the girl, tugging at her arm, attempting to pull her from the drunken man that was slurring his words.
she fidgeted with the small locket that was placed around her neck. hoseok swiftly pulled the petite girl into a darkened room, their breathing patterns irregular. "didn't i tell you to stay away from crazy men like him?" his warm minty breath hit saejin's pale warm skin.
she looked down at the golden chain that laid peacefully in her hands. "i still got the locket, hoseok," she pauses for a short moment, her eyes sparkling as she looked up to the man before her. "so it's not a big deal." she took a turn for the door.
hoseok's warm hand wrapped firmly around her small arm. "you could've been seriously hurt." he mumbles the words softly into her hair as he pulled her into his chest. "i can't lose you." he breathed.
she pushed her hand into his chest, a few words failing to fall from her lips. "whoever said you would lose me," she pauses again. "they were wrong. because in this moment, hobi," she wipes the tears that brimmed the bottom of her eyes. hoseok looked down at the love of his life, a fragile piece in his life. "i will never forget the feelings i felt for you."
and with that, she walked away with the very locket that held every drop of love left from jung hoseok.
maybe i cry when i
write my own stories i-
