ALMOST RUINS || jjk ff

"Jesus Christ, my Lady, you really need to stop with the knives every time I'm making a point!"

"Yeah, keep running your mouth, asshole, and I might actually start aiming properly."

He grins.

The kitchen lights are dim.
Late enough that it shouldn't matter who's here.

He's at the counter. Shirtless.
She leans back against the opposite side.

"Do it, then."

She doesn't answer.
Instead, she reaches behind, without looking, finds the knife like it's a habit.

Then presses the blade low against his stomach. She drags it up, slow, tracing his abs-her gaze following the line she makes.

His breath shifts.
He steps closer.

Until she's pinned between him and the counter.

The knife stays between them for a second longer.
Until it doesn't.

She lets it drop. He lifts her up.
No one backs off.
No one pretends anymore.
And that's when it stops being a mistake.

She swore internally. They knew it might turn out to be a bad idea- knew such things kinda always end badly, in ruins.

|| ALMOST RUINS: THIS ENDS BADLY ||

Well, even though they weren't actually on good terms since they first met-SOMEHOW it keeps getting worse. He is annoying, unbearable, and Seol Chaerin had convinced herself it couldn't go any worse than this- UNTIL NOW that he's more than just a bitch-boy; he's upgraded himself to being an asshole.
Those cocky comments, that infuriating tilt of his lips; he keeps getting under her skin, that is for sure but he somehow-despite her restraint- manages to get her under him too. And maybe, even though she wouldn't admit it to herself, she's fantasised it long before he made a move.

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