── ★ !! Baby, I promise there's nobody new I'm being honest there's no one like you Yeon Sieun x Fem!oc

ᯓ★ No es necesario ver la pelicula para leer este fanfic .ᐟ.ᐟ "Ahora soy más fuerte que tú y no puedes hacer nada al respecto." Hwang Ye-na quedó con cada promesa que alguna vez había aceptado y firmado completamente rota. Ya no tenía nada: ni padres, ni una vida feliz, ni siquiera un novio que le prometió el mundo entero y al final destruyó el suyo. Dicen que las monedas tienen dos caras. Ye-na siempre supo que Han Su-gang era como una moneda. Y aun así... nunca se alejó. Jamás pensó en cometer un error tan grande como confiar en un criminal solo porque lloró demasiado. Pero pasó. Siempre las cosas pasan aunque nadie las quiera. ¿Y qué es lo más fácil? Culpar al destino. Pero mientras ese mismo destino dejaba grietas imposibles de reparar y cicatrices que no se desvanecían, apareció alguien más. Lee Moon-ki. La mano derecha de ese infierno. El que siempre apoyó a Su-gang. Y aun así... eligió arriesgarlo todo por ella. Entonces... ¿por qué la gente culpa al destino cuando cada quien elige lo que hace? A quien ama. A quien traiciona. A quien destruye. O por quien daría la vida.

"Where are you going?" he asked, his tone so cold it could drop the room's temperature. He stopped Hongjoong from moving by gripping his wrist, his fingers perfectly wrapping around Hongjoong's slightly smaller one. "Away from you" Hongjoong barked, glaring at Seonghwa. Rage flared inside him at the sight of his childhood bully now teaching at the same school, with kids like Seonghwa used to torment in high school. "But I just came. Aren't you going to give me a warm welcome~?" Seonghwa teased, tugging him slightly closer. "You're not welcome. I'm not giving you a warm welcome," Hongjoong shot back, struggling to free himself. "I've been working out. I'm not letting you go. Give up." "I don't want you here." "You've changed," Seonghwa said, finally releasing Hongjoong's wrist and settling into a chair. "Just because I fight back?" Hongjoong touched the wrist Seonghwa had gripped. "Just because I won't let you push me around like you used to? You haven't changed, Seonghwa. You're still a-" "Your true colors are showing," Seonghwa interrupted, yawning..

San's smirk widened a fraction. "Old man?" "Yeah. You're ancient. In racing years you're, like... a dinosaur. A Panther...saurus." Wooyoung giggled. "How old are you actually?" San watched him, that curious, assessing look in his eyes. "Thirty." Wooyoung's eyes flew wide. "Thirty! Shit. That's... that's a whole decade. A whole decade on me." He processed this, the alcohol making his thoughts transparent on his face. "Huh. You wear it well. Actually, it's kind of... hot." He blinked. "Bet you know what you're doing, don't you? In all kinds of... races." San didn't flinch, didn't look away. "Is that so?" "Mmhmm," Wooyoung hummed. "But you're also a bipolar bitch. One minute you're pinning me to a wall, next you're winking at me. Make up your mind." MotoGP Au