All those scenes we deserved between the bracelet and Idol Awards. Between what they were and what they couldn't be. Between shame, love, and the quiet wanting. A tether that shouldn't exist, between a girl born from secrets and a boy made from sin. The story of two souls covered in marks, learning that the only patterns worth breaking are the ones within. Notes: Fan-service for the bitches who saw what was never canon and made it HURT. It's me. I'm bitches. Aside from bitches I'm also sucker for well written characters with a lot of emotional depth, and I feel like theirs weren't fleshed out enough (or their relationship for that matter) so I MADE THIS PILE OF ANGST, TENSION, AND SMUT✨ In this story, there's a LOT more time until the Idol Awards. How long exactly? Not sure yet. But this one needs time to burn before they crash. The fic starts immediately after Rumi gives Jinu the bracelet. Like, right after. I don't know exactly where it'll end yet, but it'll stay canon-adjacent. Yes, that ending (the one we all cried about) still technically happens... sorry. Might change it in a sequel. No promises. ANYWAYS. Have this. My brainrot. They're gonna pine. They're gonna deny. They're gonna spiral. They're gonna cry. ...And yes, they're gonna fuck. (A lot.) You wanted more scenes? So did I. So now they suffer. Find me on tumblr and the bird app for updates (maybe) @emmaordell ya girl's got the same name errywhere.