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The Artist's Garden At Midnight | EP. 1 DAFFODIL DAYDREAMS

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“Shh, it’s okay,” Hyunjin whispers. “Let’s pretend we don’t know each other, yeah? Forget my name. Forget all that ever was. My only goal for tonight is to make you come. How’s that sound?”

[ abstract ]: Instead of playing the princess in an upcoming movie, it turns out you got scammed and are portraying her in an amusement resort to entertain tourists in Paris. On top of that, you are paired up with the man who you thought you would never see again. Hwang Hyunjin, an ambitious painter who broke your heart half a decade ago (your version of the story). However, you are not entirely innocent in this either when you were the one to rip his own into a thousand pieces first (his version).

[ general ]: hyunjin + fem reader, painter hyunjin, florist reader, kind of second chance au, almost lovers to enemies to lovers, coworkers au, story is set in paris, smut + angst + fluff, hyunjin and reader had a fling/situationship in their last year of highschool (they were legal) and story takes place 5 years later, please refer to series m.list for more info

[ warning ]: explicit sexual scene [ includes semi public making out, fingering, use of names such as pretty, princess and baby, marking (f receiving), kinda stranger at a bar role play ], consumption of alcohol and mention of underage drinking in the past, toxic relationship, age gap and cheating (reade x her boss, not hyunjin x reader)

[ words ]: 6.5K

[ note ]: Here's finally the first part of the long awaited Hyunjin spin off! I hope you will like it, it is a bit different than the other two stories. Please make sure to comment and/or reblog it or tell me in the asks/DMs what you thought about it. I'd appreciate it a lot. Seriously, reading you guys thoughts on the story, characters etc. is even more entertaining than writing :)) Also, make sure to read The Experience Project and Screen Identity: Mismatched Passion, my other two series that are part of the same universe!! It's not necessary to read them to understand this plot but I would appreciate it! Lots of love, Cece 🩷

“The Artist’s Garden At Midnight. What a lame title,” your boss says.

You take a closer look at the painting. You’re not that much into art to be able to classify this one that well, but you think it counts as an impressionistic piece. The way the colours play together instantly draws you to it—the several flowers that you’re not able to identify despite being a florist catch your whole attention.

“I like it,” you say, looking at the man beside you. “Especially what’s written underneath. Tagám.”

The tall man scoffs, “What kind of pseudo intellectual nonsense is this?”

You sometimes hate how negative he gets. Sure, he’s annoyed about the fact that you can’t do in public what you want to do. Both because of the age difference you two as a couple have and the fact that he is single but not divorced yet. You will give him some time, but there’s no need to take his bad mood out on you or the painting that you like.

“The word is a different language, Philippe.” Of course, a Parisian guy in his late thirties wouldn’t know. “They connected the acronym to it. Samuel Sulfur is the painter. I’ve never heard of him before.”

He reaches for your hand when he notices no one looking at you two, “Me neither. I’ve seen enough anyway, should we go back to my place?”

You snicker. “What, the Madame is out of town?”

He smiles. “Baby, you know I always want to spend my time with you. I don’t care what my soon-to-be-ex-wife says.”

You sigh, almost inaudible. Of course, you want this to work. This evolving relationship between the two of you. It’s hard, since he’s legally speaking still with his wife although they don’t love each other anymore. When you first started dating your boss, you underestimated the disaster you’d enter.

These past nights you’ve been lying awake in bed, contemplating where this is supposed to be going.

You know that you can’t do this anymore. Rationally.

But you seek comfort and closure. Emotionally.

You wish you would find a love similar to what you’re viewing in that painting hanging on the wall.

Tagám.

Maybe you should live by that.

“You’re my boss. And this is wrong,” you say.

Philippe looks at you confused. You’ve been doing this for three months now, so he’s a bit surprised by your statement. “Suddenly? Baby, we can work on this.”

You turn around, staring at Samuel Sulfur’s painting again. “I feel like staying here for a little longer.”

The man beside you sighs. You do have pity for him. You wished the two of you would have met under different circumstances. It’s not like you’re desperately in love with him but if you give the future of this relationship a chance it’ll probably work out.

But what if this never comes close to what you felt all those years ago with the one that was not supposed to be? Why are you always drawn to men that you can’t have?

And subconsciously you know that the painting of this mysterious artist reminds you of him. Hwang Hyunjin. The one that wasn’t meant to be. Which was all your own fault so you don’t even have anyone to blame but yourself.

“What can I do for you to trust me?” Philippe suddenly asks, bringing your attention to him. You turn around and look at him, seeing sparkles in his eyes. You’re sure he means it. You’re sure he feels something for you too, right?

“Listen,” he continues. “I’ve wanted to wait once we would be alone but I’ve got a surprise for you.”

“I don’t want your money,” you sigh, shaking your head.

He chuckles. “No, sweetheart. Something better. An offer for portraying Princess Camille in the new live-action movie of Miroh.”

Your mouth falls agape. “What?”

“Yeah, God’s Menu Productions bought the rights for the book. They especially asked for you.”

Miroh is your favourite book. It has been for several years now ever since it came out. The adventures of Princess Camille have always amazed you. You don’t even question how Philippe has got some connection to God’s Menu Productions but he is a business man after all. At the age of 38 he’s created a plants and flower store franchise that’s successful all over Europe. And silly younger you applied for a job after graduating college—majoring in botany and economics—becoming his personal assistant after being the main florist in the very first twilight store that was ever founded in Paris. Still a weird name for a flower shop, if anyone asked you.

“Me? They don’t even know me,” you say. This doesn’t make any sense.

“I told them about you,” Philippe explains with a wink.

Your eyes widen. “That’s crazy.”

Maybe this is something serious after all. Only a man that’s in love would do something like this, right?

“Yes. It’s your chance, darling,” he says, reaching for your hand again. This time he doesn’t catch a quick glimpse to figure out if anyone’s looking, as if it doesn’t matter to him anymore. And this little gesture, this small detail lets butterflies erupt inside your stomach.

“Thank you so much. I don’t know what to say,” you reply.

“Filming starts next week. Should we celebrate tonight? You and me? Dinner at my place and then some time together?” he asks with a smirk.

“Yeah, of course!”

“Repeat that again, Y/N. What did you say?”

You sigh. You do feel confused and naive, although you would never admit that. For fuck’s sake—if this is already getting on your last nerve how are you supposed to work your first shift as an actress next week?

“Philippe offered me a job. Playing Princess Camille in the live action movie of Miroh. He recommended me as an actress to the producers. It’ll start on Monday, though, the filming and all.”

Taking another sip from your iced strawberry latte, you wait for your best friend to reply. You’re dearly concerned that Ryujin might judge you, might think you’re too gullible for your own good although she’s the most understanding and encouraging person on this planet.

But let’s place the cards on the table. Your boss, who’s still married to his wife on paper, that’s fifteen years older than you, offered you a job as an actress although you don’t have any career experience in that field except for being part of a theatre club in your free time. Sure, he’s got the connections for sure. But—without a casting and all?

“But… that sounds like a scam, my dear,” Ryujin tells you.

It does sound like it. However, you don’t trust anyone as much as Philippe.

Right?

You’re glad you haven’t told Seungmin—your other best friend and roommate—about it yet. He’s gonna flip when he finds out. So, you’ll wait for it until after your first day of work.

“Do they pay well? Have you signed a contract?”

You shake your head, “Not yet. I’ll do it on Monday since it’s all spontaneous. But Philippe is the co-producer and he’s promised me a great payment.”

“What about your old job?” Ryujin asks, taking a sip of her drink.

“Well, I’ll continue it,” you explain. “Filming hours are in the evening anyway.”

It’s gonna be tough. But you can do this. It’s all you’ve ever wanted.

Ryujin gives you a concerned look. “That sounds exhausting, baby.”

“It will be,” you agree, shrugging your shoulders. “But acting has been my dream ever since I was a child.”

She smiles. “I know. You’ve had a lot of dreams though.”

“Can’t argue with that,” you chuckle.

You’ve always been someone who’s had trouble deciding on just one career. Perhaps, working isn’t what truly makes you happy or what you’d consider your life goal. You find beauty in the mundane and artsy things. That’s why you studied botany. Flowers are what amaze you the most. Everything about them makes you forget about all the trouble in the world.

“Do you remember when you thought you failed your thesis and considered moving to the Italian suburbs and becoming a farmer?”

“I still dream of that from time to time,” you chuckle.

“It’s always good to have a plan B,” your best friend says.

“Or C. Or D. Or Z,” you add.

She smiles. “You’ll take care, yeah? Would you like me to accompany you to your first day of work?”

“Yeah, sure. But—You’re not… mad at me?”

You’re a bit confused. She’s suddenly so different from when you told her about the job offer.

“Why would I be mad? You’re my best friend. We’ve known each other for twenty years now, Y/N. None of your impulsive ideas will ever shock me. I just want you to be happy, that’s all. I trust you. But I’ll keep an eye on you. And Philippe, yikes,” she reassure you, right before faking a gagging sound.

“Still a hater?” you ask, one of your eyebrows raised up.

She nods. “Born a hater. Of all men. Except for one.”

“Seungmin?”

“Yeah, but he’s on thin ice always,” Ryujin says, while getting a bit closer, her voice turning low.

“Don’t pressure the poor dude even more after his parents told him to get married if he wants to become the boss of their company,” you joke.

Seungmin was lucky enough to be born into a wealthy family which makes it even funnier that he lives in a mediocre apartment in an outer arrondissement with you. He’s not quite interested in what his family’s company is doing, still he took the job offer some years ago. Now, they told him that he can only keep his position if he gets married in the next twelve months. Otherwise, they’ll hand that job to his sworn enemy and son of the rival business family. Yang Jeongin.

You didn’t understand it at first. Well, you don’t get any of this rich people stuff but apparently it’s not going that well for the Kim family, so they’re left with no other choice. You wondered what this has to do with your friend—until you found out that the Yang’s offered to have their only daughter marry Seungmin in exchange to helping your best friend’s family to not go bankrupt.

Suddenly, it all makes sense that you’re portraying Princesse Camille with the dramatic Netflix-worthy people that are part of your life. Yours almost sounds mundane compared to your roommate’s.

“Yeah, Minnie our poor, poor rich man has to do what mommy and daddy tell him so he can become even richer. I think I’m gonna cry,” Ryujin jokes, dragging you out of your daydreams.

“You’re so mean,” you fake-pout.

“This was the friendliest option I can offer.”

You chuckle.

“Does someone else know about it, by the way?” Ryujin asks.

“No…”

You probably aren’t legally allowed to tell anyone. Well, you’d know if you had already read the contract. 

“What about Seungmin? You didn’t tell your second best friend about it?”

You roll your eyes, “No, only you know.”

“Really? What’s your roommate saying about you overworking yourself for the next few weeks and only getting home by midnight?”

“I am not sure if I’m… allowed to tell anyone. I lied and told him I have some extra shifts,” you explain.

You dearly hope this is gonna be alright. But you’re optimistic.

And as a small thank you you’ve got something prepared for your boyfriend tonight. You’re gonna surprise him—with takeout food because you can’t cook and wine—and the prettiest lingerie you brought some days ago. You’ve got something to celebrate after all.

You’re nervous. Sure, you’ve been to his place before and he’s told you that his wife is out of Paris this week but still—going here without telling him? That’s risky. But it would have ruined the surprise if you had announced it beforehand.

Knock knock.

The door of Philippe’s apartment opens half a minute later, revealing a woman in her early to mid thirties behind it. She has beautiful blonde curls and eyes as blue as the atlantic ocean. 

“Pardon? Who are you?” she asks, tilting her head. The lady brushes over the fabric of her dress.

“I’m… Y/N. Is Philippe at home?”

You’ve never seen her but the woman is probably his housekeeper. However, she’s wearing clothes that don’t look like something a cleaning person would wear. What if she’s–

“Why are you asking for my husband?”

Fucking hell. This can’t be. It’s Philippe’s wife.

Shit. You’re sure he’s told her about you but this was not like you planned to meet the woman that was with him before you. Married. They still are, legally, although your boyfriend said it’s just a matter of time that the divorce will get through.

So, why is she still calling him her husband in a way that sounds… affectionate?

“Uhm… I…”

“Mon amour,” the woman shouts, turning around. “There’s a young lady asking for you.”

In a matter of a few seconds, Philippe appears and stands right beside his wife. He places a gentle kiss on top of her head and something inside you breaks.

Right. It’s your heart. Now made of a thousand shattered pieces. 

“Mademoiselle Y/L/N, what are you doing here?”

Why is he talking to you with honorifics?

What on earth is happening?

“I’m… I was gonna…”

He never broke up with her. Philippe is still with his wife and it looks as if a divorce is not what he wants in the near future.

You feel yourself getting nauseous. This is too much. Everything. You can’t handle this.

He’s lied to you. For three months. You’ve been a married man’s side piece all along.

You feel dirty. You feel disgusted. Also about yourself although it’s not your fault. Still, maybe you shouldn’t have gotten involved with a man that’s that much older and already has had a family. Although he was dishonest about that part.

“Are you cheating on me, Philippe?!” his wife yells.

“No, I’m not,” your boss spits lies through his teeth, keeping a stern expression on his face. He’s unbelievable. “She’s my assistant. She must have read something wrong. I don’t know why she shows up at our house.”

“Can I really believe you?” the woman asks. God, she seems to be even more naive and stupid than you are.

“Of course, ma chérie. I swear, she’s only my secretary. We’re nothing. She’s nothing. I’d never… she’s way too young for me,” he explains.

This is the worst defence you’ve ever witnessed. You’d laugh out loud if you weren’t so angry and paralysed by the sheer shock that you’re going through.

You’re nothing to him.

“Okay. If you say so,” his wife gives in.

On the inside, you’re throwing your hands around, not being able to believe what’s just happening. Philippe lying to you for months is one thing. In the back of your head, there’s a voice whispering something along the lines of I told you so.

But his wife actually believing him sounds like a prank to you. All of this.

“I only love you, baby,” your boss says with a pout, looking at the blonde before he brings his gaze towards you. “Would you please go home and not embarrass me like that, Mlle Y/L/N?”

You want to say more. You want to tell his wife that he’s lying. But unfortunately, this man has the upper hand in anything he does. He’s your boss, after all.

The vodka burns on your tongue. You’ve never been someone to handle much alcohol, which is why you decide to stop after your first and last shot, switching to cola instead.

Your eyes are wandering around the pub, looking for something you don’t even know. Life doesn’t make sense anymore. Your heart has been stabbed with a knife, at least that’s what it emotionally feels like.

You trusted him. With your whole being. Every word he said, every touch of his, every single kiss was a whole lie. You can’t believe this.

How could you have been so fucking stupid to believe a business man—your own boss—would be interested in someone like you on a serious level?

It’s not the first time this has happened. It was the same with the men you dated before him. After all, this has already started with the first guy you’ve ever been with—Seojun—back in your last year of highschool before you left Seoul and moved to Paris for studying.

Maybe you’re just doomed to be the side hoe instead and only make it to the level of a situationship and nothing more. God, how much you hate that word. Just as much as you hate the whole world right now.

“A glass of red wine, please.”

You feel the presence of a man next to you, talking to the bartender and if you weren’t so caught up in your own thoughts you’d realise that the voice should be familiar to you.

“Here you are.”

The glass gets placed on the surface with a loud thud.

“Thank you,” the man says again.

Wait.

He sounds familiar.

So fucking familiar.

Oh, God, no. You’ve already been through much misery tonight. You won’t be able to handle much more.

After five years of ignoring you he decides to come back after your life? Today of all days?

“Y/N?” he asks, turning towards you. There’s an empty seat between you both and you hope it stays this way.

You tilt your head and look at the man you haven’t seen for so long. The one that wasn’t meant to be.

“Hyunjin. You… you’re in Paris?”

He smirks before his lips turn into a wide grin. “No, we travelled through time and space. Actually, we’re on Mars right now, you know?”

You scoff, “Still a comedian, huh?”

“To answer your question—I moved here this weekend. Very spontaneous job offer,” he explains.

“Oh, okay. I’ve been here for a while. Five years to be exact. I went to college in Paris,” you add.

“That’s so cool! I spent a semester here one and a half years ago, actually,” he adds.

It’s weird. You haven’t seen each other in over five years—thanks to him ghosting you after months of flirting and spending one very amazing night together—but it feels as if it was yesterday. That’s how you’ve always connected with Hyunjin and you liked that a lot about him. Well, perhaps you still do.

“Cool. So, you liked the city so much that you came back?” you ask, taking another sip from your cola. The sugar and caffeine helps you focus a bit more, although you can feel yourself being a bit tipsy from the single shot of vodka. God, you’ve always been such a lightweight.

“Hm, it’s really beautiful here. Perhaps because of you,” the man says with a wink.

Wait, what?

Maybe you’re not at the pub. Perhaps, Seungmin or Ryujin picked you up and you’re currently in the backseat of your roommate’s ridiculously expensive car, dreaming about the love of your life–

Wait, what?

“Hwang, you’re already flirting with me?” you ask back.

But he looks a bit too real. No. This isn’t a dream. It can’t be. You chug down the rest of your soft drink and order another—alongside with a glass of water to not lose your goddamn mind—before you drink more.

Hyunjin, on the other hand, takes small sips from his own beverages, as he speaks, “Sorry, it’s partly the wine talking and partly my–“

“Dick?” you interrupt him.

“My heart,” he corrects you. “I wanted to be romantic for once.”

“Cheesy. That’s new. For someone who goes around breaking hearts,” you tell him.

He scoffs, “You’re talking to a mirror, huh?”

It all makes sense now. Although Hyunjin blocked you right after ghosting you after that night together, you know that up until this day he’s convinced you were the one to destroy things.

And, well, technically, he’s not entirely wrong about it. After all, your initial motivation behind getting closer to him was a not so moral one.

Hyunjin’s back then best friend—Seojun—dated you before him. Even five years later you don’t get how dumb you must have been to allow an asshole like him to conquer your heart, but you were young and stupid.

When Seojun tossed you aside—after taking your virginity—you had the evil plan to get a bit flirty and closer with your ex’s best friend instead. It was nothing serious. Well, it wasn’t supposed to be.

But then you fell in love. And no feeling you’ve ever had for another person in your life has come even remotely close to what you felt for Hyunjin.

And now he’s back in your life. Just when you got your heart broken by another asshole again.

This has to be destiny, right?

“Ah, that’s what it’s about,” you chuckle, referring to him calling you the bad guy in your love story. “You still believe it was me who ruined whatever this was between us? As far as I know, you were the one to ghost me.”

He clicks his tongue, “So, you want to talk about the past all night or rather figure out how we can live in the present instead?”

Oh, he’s direct. He’s a lot different from back then. The old Hyunjin was a total nerd. You won’t lie—you found his Instagram a few years ago and you’ve been checking his profile from time to time. You’re aware he’s not the same person anymore—quite the opposite from what you can judge—but you didn’t expect him to be that straightforward.

“What do you mean?” you ask, a bit confused. That’s how he makes you feel. You’re sure it’s not the alcohol since the cola and water are currently successfully fighting against your tipsy state.

“What’s his name?” Hyunjin suddenly wants to know.

“Who?”

“The guy who broke your heart,” he says, tilting his head and scooting a bit closer with his stool.

“How do you–“

“A shot of vodka. You’re usually drunk from a sip of beer. At least that’s what it was like when we were teens,” he reminds you.

Fuck. He still knows you better than you know yourself, huh?

“I can handle a lot more nowadays. You’d be surprised,” you say with a grin on your face.

Hyunjin chuckles, “So, why are you upset, pretty?”

Why is he flirting with you? Is this some kind of revenge for him?

“None of your business,” you reply with a stern look but probably fail. He’s gotten even closer—sitting on the seat that was empty mere seconds ago—which allows you to take in the beauty of his face—those wonderful dark brown eyes, his soft skin and those plump lips. God, how many times you’ve dreamt about kissing them again.

“Is it because of a man?”

You scoot back and reach for your beverage, almost accidentally spilling the liquids out of it because the man in front of you draws all your attention to him. 

“No,” you lie. You don’t want any pity from him. Especially not for what Philippe did to you. All you want is to forget this day has ever happened.

“Alright. Work issues?”

You almost choke on your cola, when you take another sip. “Yeah. You could say that.”

Hyunjin knows you’re not overthinking work related things. He can tell that there must be a man behind this. After all, he’s one, too. And he’s broken many hearts in his life, which he’s not really proud of. But it’s also the reason he said goodbye to his fuckboy era a year ago, when he was the one to go through heartbreak for the second time in his life.

He’s learnt from it, talked a lot to his best friend Felix and a therapist to resolve his issues. He agreed to leave romance and anything sexual out of his life for a while and it has been hard. Well, literally.

So, can he really blame himself, when his brain short circuits seeing you here in a tight green dress. You, Y/N, of all people in this world?

He’d be dumb to not take the chance.

Right?

“Need to get your mind off of it?” Hyunjin asks with a big smirk on his face.

Your eyes are widening, “What are you saying?”

“The pub is pretty empty. The bathroom is pretty huge. We could go there,” he explains with a wink.

“I… wow. I didn’t expect that,” you chuckle, staring at the ice cubes in your soft drink. You adjust your posture, feeling that certain sensation erupting in your lower stomach. What the fuck? After all these years, Hwang Hyunjin still has this effect on you?

You shouldn’t do this.

But… he’s here. He’s back. You’re single and he’s too. This could be a fresh start, right?

But fucking your ex—well, ex situationship, you hate that word so much—is like heating up pizza in a microwave. You lose all the vitamins and it tastes bland.

You shake your head, realising your thoughts aren’t making any sense.

“You don’t have to say yes, pretty. But the offer stands,” Hyunjin says, before he places his finger under your chin and makes you look up at him.

You grin, “That… easy?”

“We have a history, after all. We don’t have to start from zero,” he adds, his eyes glancing to your lips. That dark red lipstick has always suited you so much. You wore the same shade when you were with him that night, he can definitely recall it.

“I’d prefer to start from zero, though,” you tell him and his gaze snaps up.

“Yeah? Why’s that?”

“I just want to forget. Everything that happened,” you tell him.

He doesn’t question it. Tonight is not about rationally. Tonight is about making mistakes he needs to make and tomorrow is about regrets he’s ready to handle.

“We can pretend. Just for tonight. Start over. I’ll make you feel good,” he promises.

This is not the option you should go for. But you’re not thinking rationally anymore despite being fully sober again. It’s just the effect Hyunjin has on you. This is your fate, as it seems.

“I’d like that, actually,” you confess, scooting closer again.

“Hm, I knew,” he says with a smirk. “Your eyes tell me. You’ve got stars inside them whenever you look at me.”

“I don’t–”

“Shh, it’s okay,” Hyunjin whispers. “Let’s pretend we don’t know each other, yeah? Forget my name. Forget all that ever was. My only goal for tonight is to make you come. How’s that sound?”

It sounds like I’m in heaven.

“I’m in. But we can’t go to my place.”

Hyunjn doesn’t question it. Although his stomach does a weird twist that it’s because you’ve got a boyfriend at home or even a husband. However, he didn’t notice a ring on your finger.

“I’m staying at a hostel with other people. I’m moving into my flat next week. So—the bathroom it is?”

A minute later you find yourself pressed against the tiles, while Hyunjin is placing rough kisses on your neck. You swear, this happened in an instant. You’re already losing control and you’re thankful for it. He’s got you placed on the surface next to the sink, spreading your legs so he can stand right between them.

Hyunjin is way more experienced than five years ago. He knows what he’s doing and he’s absolutely aware of it. There’s no cell in his body holding back, he’s already devouring you like his favourite meal and you’re only making out. The man has got you fully under your spell, without anything but his lips grazing over your skin.

“Make that sound again, pretty,” he tells you, referring to yet another moan that you failed to hold back.

He’s gonna be the death of you, for sure.

“Right there,” you shamelessly let out when his kisses erupt on your collar bones, after he’s drawn a pathway leading to them. You wouldn’t be half as responsive if the two of you didn’t agree on this being a one time thing. Hyunjin knows that once you’re done tonight, he’s gotta walk out and pretend it didn’t happen.

Right?

Well, that’s the best option for his silly little heart. Although this might be too late for it now.

And he’s only got himself to blame. In a moment of weakness, he gave in. No, he initiated this. Because he needed you. He needed closure and comfort. And there’s only one person who can grant him this. You.

You’re nothing better. Which is why you hope for him not actually meaning it—this whole ‘let’s pretend to not know each other’ so you’ll hold on to the idea of this being the start of something new. No hard feelings about the past.

“I need more,” you state, ripping Hyunjin out of his trance. He stares up at you, his gaze finding your own and you swear he looks the same like all those years ago.

“You’re sober, aren’t you?”

Time stands still for a second although he’s just doing the bare minimum. But for a quick moment it feels as if this isn’t all pretence—as if this is what could have been all these years ago.

“I’m sober, yeah,” you tell him. You’ve already forgotten you had some alcohol earlier—the feeling bubbling inside your veins has been replaced with a single sensation: utmost desire for Hwang Hyunjin, as desperate as it sounds.

“Then beg for it, princess,” he whispers.

You raise one eyebrow. Oh, that’s new. He hadn’t really been like this the last time you saw him. Quite the opposite, if you’re precise.

“You want me to beg, Hwang?” you ask with a smirk.

He shakes his head no and places his index finger on your lips in order to shut you up. “Nah, don’t call me by my name. Remember, we’ve never seen each other before.”

Oh, he’s really attached to it. Maybe it’s some kind of kink he’s developed these past years. However, it’s just his last silly little attempt to protect his own heart from getting destroyed by you again.

It’s some fucked up logic, sure. He’s mostly driven by regret from the past and revenge from the present. Hyunjin has known ever since he stepped a foot inside this pub, spotting you right at the bar.

He’s doomed. So absolutely doomed. But he can go on and reflect on his bad decision making tomorrow.

“Right. You want me to beg, baby?”

He grins, “Good girl. You’re a quick learner.”

Fucking hell. He's gonna be the death of you.

“Touch me, please,” you demand and he follows suit like a puppy. Some things don’t seem to change, after all.

You spread your legs further and the man finally has the courage to let his hands wander under your dress. You’re making it easy with no tights underneath and when Hyunjin’s fingertips brush right between your thighs, finding a damp patch, he grins.

“Already so wet for me, hm?”

He hovers the dress up, revealing your lingerie to him. Hyunjin knows you didn’t dress up like this for him. It must have been for whatever asshole stood you up. But this is about pretending—so, in his hopeless mind he will imagine that you’re wearing it just for him.

Contrary to your expectations—but not that you mind at all—he instantly pushes the ruined fabric away, two of his fingers spreading your pussy lips apart. It’s going fast but you don’t care. You’ll take whatever he gives you. There’s not a single rational thought inside your head anymore.

Hyunjin makes quick work, when he immediately finds your clit, drawing sweet circles around your sensitive area. You let out another shameful whimper, as you throw your arms around his neck.

He continues with his movements, while rough kisses and bites appear on your throat again, making sure you’ll remember tonight despite his idea of this being just a one time thing.

Deep down he knows that this won’t work. You’re not someone he can have once and not crave more after that first touch. He’s never felt something like this with another person in all these years. This is as good as it gets.

But then—suddenly—you hear a loud vibration coming from your purse.

“Shit, what’s that sound?” Hyunjin asks, totally caught up in the moment.

“My phone, duh. Wait, I’ll turn it off,” you tell him.

“Better be quick, pretty,” he chuckles, continuing to kiss you, until you take a step back. His lips disconnect from your skin, only a string of saliva connecting your bodies now until it breaks apart as well.

It’s a few messages from your roommate. Fuck. Usually, you would just reply later but catching a quick glimpse of your screen, you’re sure it’s best to handle him now.

Unfortunately, when you check his exact wording, you don’t notice Hyunjin—not on purpose, his eyes were just looking in the same direction—witnessing the texts.

And you can be sure he’ll interpret it the absolute wrong way:

[ Minnie 🩷 ]: where are you?

Well, who saves their roommate in their contacts like this, anyway? You. Because there’s not a single percent of attraction between Seungmin and you although the name in your phone might tell otherwise.

[ Minnie 🩷 ]: you’re coming home now or i’ll pick you up. no discussion.

Hyunjin rolls his eyes but you don’t see him. After all these years, you still seem to have two strings to your bow. Cool. You’ve got a boyfriend. This is unbelievable. Perhaps, you got in a fight with said guy and went to the pub. This would explain things.

Sure, he shouldn’t have gone to the bathroom with you. Hyunjin knows that. But he couldn’t resist.

Seeing you here after all these years, made him lose his temper. He should cut you off before he can get his heart demolished a second time. You’re not in for the long run. That’s just what you are like. You’re what made him become this man who’s afraid of commitment after all, when you decided to use him for your own sick little games.

Meanwhile, you’re quickly typing a message to shut Seungmin up and ease his mind. You’re safe. There’s nothing to worry about.

[ You ]: Chill. I am at a pub. I’m coming home now, Dad.

You look at Hyunjin, not even noticing the anger in his eyes or he’s better nowadays to hide it. “I’m sorry… I have to go home.”

All he does is nod, helping you adjust your clothes and his own, while fighting for his life to not lose his mind. It seems as if he’s already facing the consequences of his impulsive mistakes tonight.

“I’m bringing you home,” he announces, before he reaches for your wrist and drags you out of the bathroom.

You follow him, as you ask, “Why?”

“It’s night. You’re alone. And a woman,” he explains the obvious. You like this dominant behaviour he’s got nowadays. It’s new. But also confusing for your stupid little heart.

Fucking hell. Only a few hours ago you thought you’d never be happy again after what Philippe did to you and then the one and only Hyunjin Hwang spawns in some Parisian pub and conquers your heart and soul in a split second?

You’ve always made fun of Princess Camille falling so easily for the villain—Prince Claude—in the Miroh books. Or basically any other princess story. Cinderella. The little mermaid. Snow White. You name them. They’re all the same and you’re one of them. Just worse.

“It’s okay… you don’t have to,” you still tell Hyunjin, once you arrive at what you guess is his car and he opens the door for you. You plop down on the passenger seat, before he appears next to you.

His jaw clenched. “Y/N, please don’t argue with me and just let me bring you home.”

You sigh, “O-Okay. Fine.”

He starts the engine, telling you to type your address in his phone and you do as you’re told.

You’ve got some time to check your own device again, while Hyunjin pays attention to the street.

[ Minnie 🩷 ]: you’re alone?? ryujin said she’s not with you. and her and i are your only friends.

Ouch. Thank you, Seungmin.

[ Minnie 🩷 ]: are you okay? I can pick you up, you know?

You text a quick reply.

[ You ]: It’s fine. I’m close by. I’ll be there in a few.

The whole drive is silent and you wonder if this is still about Hyunjin playing pretend. If so, you hope he stops soon. This is getting annoying. How are you two supposed to start over if he’s making it this hard?

“This house right here,” you say, when you spot the building where your apartment is located inside.

“Alright,” he says, stopping the car at the side of the street. God, he’s so bad at parallel parking. You won’t be surprised if his car will have at least ten bumps by the end of the week.

You give him a quick look but his face remains emotionless. Can he stop playing this stupid game?

“Goodnight, Hyunjin,” you say, leaning closer but he stops you. So, you scoot back again and grab your purse.

What on earth?

You did read everything the wrong way, apparently. Your breath hitches and you feel embarrassment wash over you.

He meant it.

This was a one time thing.

God, what kind of monster did you create when you broke this poor boy’s heart all those years ago?

“Goodnight and goodbye forever,” he says, trying his best to hide the pain in his low voice. This is too much for him. He was so stupid to assume something like this wasn’t gonna affect him.

“W-What? I… I thought this would be… a fresh start and all,” you hold onto your hopes.

Hyunjin sighs, before he turns around to you, “Y/N, come on. We don’t know each other, remember?”

He’s serious. You can tell. This isn’t part of some game.

“I don’t understand,” you say, because you genuinely don’t get it. Or you don’t want to get it.

“That’s what we agreed on. We played pretend. Get out of my car now. Please,” he tells you, bringing his gaze away from you again.

You nod, opening the car’s door, before you step out.

“Okay. S-Sorry. Thanks for bringing me home. Stay safe, okay?”

And then you run. You don’t look back, when you reach for your keys and sprint up the stairs. When you arrive on the highest floor and look out the window, Hyunjin is long gone—vanished with the memories of tonight.

Your phone vibrates again and you’re already rolling your eyes, knowing it must be a text from your roommate.

But when you open it, your heart stops.

[ Unknown number ]: Dear Mlle Y/L/N. Here are a few information for your job starting on Monday. Your shift begins at 15:00. Get ready to meet your coworker who is going to portray your Prince Claude—Hyunjin Hwang!

Your phone falls out of your hands, landing on the hard wooden floor, as the screen breaks and turns into a copy of a spiderweb.

You’re truly the main character, aren’t you?

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JIMIN  Set Me Free Pt.2

ive wanted to draw yaoshi for a painfully long time but i literally just couldnt think of a pose that could accommodate 6 arms 💀👍

So tiktok got flooded with Hunger Games videos and I reread all three books in 24 hours and now we’re here.

Steve Harrington was the first reaped male in District 4 in nearly two decades who wasn’t replaced by a volunteer.

He wasn’t particularly surprised by that. He was only seventeen, not of the accepted age to go to the Games by 4 standards. But he was also the mayor’s son, and the mayor would find it highly disrespectful if someone were to steal Steve’s glory. Ultimately it didn’t matter; he would have been expected to volunteer next year anyway.

What he really cared about was Robin. His goofy, nerdy best friend Robin who had never been very coordinated and got misty-eyed when she had to slaughter anything with more personality than a fish. For another year she remained unreaped, and he knew next year was Tammy Thompson’s designated volunteer year. So she would be safe then, whether he came back or not.

She’d cried when she hugged him goodbye. It was supposed to be an honor, being picked for the Games. A way to bring pride and wealth to your district. Steve had believed that for a long time. Robin had never once believed it. And now, two years after they’d made friends during their early-morning crab pot checks, she’d nearly convinced him that the games were barbaric and evil, and nothing good would ever come from them.

But he was going whether he was convinced of that or not. So it was time to set morals aside and get down to business.

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So uh, Agnes Montague fan art 🥰 I honestly don’t really like how it turned out, the dress doesn’t really look right but thats probably cause I’ve been staring at it for 3 hours so I’m gonna let my eyes rest and see if I like it more another time lol :,)

WHAT IN THE ACTUAL FUCK???????????

TW// gore, blood, mild body horror(?)

sorta inspired by @lower-east-side ‘s fic “Circumpolar”

read it here!!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/12340344

welcome back to episode 481 of "I made too many versions of this and all of them rock"

closeups under the cut as usual :3

There’s a poetic thought about Octo Expansion and overcoming the indomitable human spirit in here somewhere, I just haven’t had it yet

i saw the crescent. you saw the whole of the moon.