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| ð, (ðŽððªðšð©ðµ) ð | ð¢ððºðð¿ððŒ, ð§ððð ððŒðððð / ð¢ðð ð ðŸððŸ ð ðŽ, ðððð ðð ððŸðºð ð ð ðððð ðº ððððð ð¿ðð ð ðð¿ ðºðððð
| ððªð¯ðª ððŠð³ðªðŠðŽ | Â
â³ Â ðð¢ðªð³ðªð¯ðš - ð€ððððð ð ð±ðŸðºðœðŸð
â³ ðð¶ð®ð®ð¢ð³ðº - ðð°ðš ðªð¯ðµð° ðºð°ð¶ð³ ð°ð¯ððªð¯ðŠ ð€ð©ð¢ðµ ð±ð³ð°ðšð³ð¢ð®.
ðð©ðŠð³ðŠ ðºð°ð¶'ðð ðŽðŠðŠ ðžð©ð¢ðµ ð¢ðð ð°ð§ ðºð°ð¶ð³ ð§ð³ðªðŠð¯ð¥ðŽ ð¢ð³ðŠ ð¥ð°ðªð¯ðš ð°ð³ ðŽð¢ðºðªð¯ðš. ð ð°ð¶ ð€ð¢ð¯ ð€ð¶ðŽðµð°ð®ðªð»ðŠ ðºð°ð¶ð³ ð±ð³ð°ð§ðªððŠ ð£ðº ð€ð©ð°ð°ðŽðªð¯ðš ðºð°ð¶ð³ ðµðŠð¹ðµ ð€ð°ðð°ð³, ð£ð¢ð€ð¬ðšð³ð°ð¶ð¯ð¥, ð±ð³ð°ð§ðªððŠ ð±ðªð€, ð¢ð¯ð¥ ðŠð·ðŠð¯ ðºð°ð¶ð³ ð£ðªð°. ðððªð€ð¬ ð°ð¯ ðºð°ð¶ð³ ð§ð³ðªðŠð¯ð¥ðŽ ðµð° ðŽðŠðŠ ðµð©ðŠðªð³ ð£ðªð°ðŽ ð¢ð¯ð¥ ð±ð³ð°ð§ðªððŠ ð±ðªð€ðŽ, ðµð°ð°. Â
ðð¯ ðµð©ðŠ ðŠð¢ð³ððº 2000ðŽ, ð§ððªð³ðµðªð¯ðš ð°ð¯ ððð ðžð¢ðŽ ðµð©ðŠ ð£ðŠðŽðµ ðžð¢ðº ðµð° ðšðŠðµ ðªð¯ ðžðªðµð© ðºð°ð¶ð³ ð€ð³ð¶ðŽð©.
ðð¶ð¯ðžð°ð° ðªðŽ ð°ð¯ðŠ ð°ð§ ð /ð'ðŽ ð§ð³ðªðŠð¯ð¥ðŽ. ððŠ'ðŽ ð¬ðªð¯ð¥ ð°ð§ ð¢ð€ðµð¶ð¢ðððº ð©ðŠð³ ð€ð³ð¶ðŽð©.
ðð¯ ðµð©ðŠ ðŠð¢ð³ððº 2000ðŽ, ð§ððªð³ðµðªð¯ðš ð°ð¯ ððð ðžð¢ðŽ ðµð©ðŠ ð£ðŠðŽðµ ðžð¢ðº ðµð° ðšðŠðµ ðªð¯ ðžðªðµð© ðºð°ð¶ð³ ðŽðŠð€ð³ðŠðµ ð€ð³ð¶ðŽð©.
ðð©ðŠ ðŽðµð°ð³ðº ð±ð³ð°ðšð³ðŠðŽðŽðŠðŽ ð°ð·ðŠð³ ð§ðªð·ðŠ ðºðŠð¢ð³ðŽ. ðð©ðŠð¯ ð /ð ð§ðªð³ðŽðµ ðŽðµð¢ð³ðµ ð€ð©ð¢ðµðµðªð¯ðš ðžðªðµð©  ðð¶ð¯ðžð°ð°, ð£ð°ðµð© ðŽðŠð¯ðªð°ð³ðŽ ðªð¯ ð©ðªðšð© ðŽð€ð©ð°ð°ð. ððŠð¢ð¥ ð°ð§ð§ ðµð° ð€ð°ðððŠðšðŠ, ð¢ð¯ð¥ ðµð©ðŠ ð³ðŠðð¢ðµðªð°ð¯ðŽð©ðªð± ðžðªðµð© ðð¶ð¯ðžð°ð° ð€ð©ð¢ð¯ðšðŠðŽ, ðµð©ð°ð¶ðšð©.
ðð©ðªð¯ðšðŽ ð /ð'ðð ðŽð¢ðº ð¢ð¯ð¥ ð¥ð° ð€ð¢ð¶ðŽðŠ ðŠð·ðŠð¯ðµðŽ ðµð° ð©ð¢ð±ð±ðŠð¯ ð°ð§ð§ððªð¯ðŠ. ðð©ðŠð³ðŠ ðžðªðð ð /ð ð¢ð¯ð¥Â ðð¶ð¯ðžð°ð° ððŠð¢ð·ðŠ ð°ð§ð§ ð¢ðµ ðµð©ðŠ ðŠð¯ð¥ ð°ð§ ðµð©ðŠ ð§ðªð·ðŠ-ðºðŠð¢ð³ ð«ð°ð¶ð³ð¯ðŠðº ðµð©ð³ð°ð¶ðšð© ð€ð°ðððŠðšðŠ ð¢ð¯ð¥ ðŽðŠðð§-ð¥ðªðŽð€ð°ð·ðŠð³ðº?
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| ð, (ðŽððªðšð©ðµ) ð | ð¢ððºðð¿ððŒ, ð§ððð ððŒðððð / ð¢ðð ð ðŸððŸ ð ðŽ, ðððð ðð ððŸðºð ð ð ðððð ðº ððððð ð¿ðð ð ðð¿ ðºðððð
| ððªð¯ðª ððŠð³ðªðŠðŽ | Â
â³ Â ðð¢ðªð³ðªð¯ðš - ð€ððððð ð ð±ðŸðºðœðŸð
â³ ðð¶ð®ð®ð¢ð³ðº - ðð°ðš ðªð¯ðµð° ðºð°ð¶ð³ ð°ð¯ððªð¯ðŠ ð€ð©ð¢ðµ ð±ð³ð°ðšð³ð¢ð®.
ðð©ðŠð³ðŠ ðºð°ð¶'ðð ðŽðŠðŠ ðžð©ð¢ðµ ð¢ðð ð°ð§ ðºð°ð¶ð³ ð§ð³ðªðŠð¯ð¥ðŽ ð¢ð³ðŠ ð¥ð°ðªð¯ðš ð°ð³ ðŽð¢ðºðªð¯ðš. ð ð°ð¶ ð€ð¢ð¯ ð€ð¶ðŽðµð°ð®ðªð»ðŠ ðºð°ð¶ð³ ð±ð³ð°ð§ðªððŠ ð£ðº ð€ð©ð°ð°ðŽðªð¯ðš ðºð°ð¶ð³ ðµðŠð¹ðµ ð€ð°ðð°ð³, ð£ð¢ð€ð¬ðšð³ð°ð¶ð¯ð¥, ð±ð³ð°ð§ðªððŠ ð±ðªð€, ð¢ð¯ð¥ ðŠð·ðŠð¯ ðºð°ð¶ð³ ð£ðªð°. ðððªð€ð¬ ð°ð¯ ðºð°ð¶ð³ ð§ð³ðªðŠð¯ð¥ðŽ ðµð° ðŽðŠðŠ ðµð©ðŠðªð³ ð£ðªð°ðŽ ð¢ð¯ð¥ ð±ð³ð°ð§ðªððŠ ð±ðªð€ðŽ, ðµð°ð°. Â
ðð¯ ðµð©ðŠ ðŠð¢ð³ððº 2000ðŽ, ð§ððªð³ðµðªð¯ðš ð°ð¯ ððð ðžð¢ðŽ ðµð©ðŠ ð£ðŠðŽðµ ðžð¢ðº ðµð° ðšðŠðµ ðªð¯ ðžðªðµð© ðºð°ð¶ð³ ð€ð³ð¶ðŽð©.
ðð¶ð¯ðžð°ð° ðªðŽ ð°ð¯ðŠ ð°ð§ ð /ð'ðŽ ð§ð³ðªðŠð¯ð¥ðŽ. ððŠ'ðŽ ð¬ðªð¯ð¥ ð°ð§ ð¢ð€ðµð¶ð¢ðððº ð©ðŠð³ ð€ð³ð¶ðŽð©.
ðð¯ ðµð©ðŠ ðŠð¢ð³ððº 2000ðŽ, ð§ððªð³ðµðªð¯ðš ð°ð¯ ððð ðžð¢ðŽ ðµð©ðŠ ð£ðŠðŽðµ ðžð¢ðº ðµð° ðšðŠðµ ðªð¯ ðžðªðµð© ðºð°ð¶ð³ ðŽðŠð€ð³ðŠðµ ð€ð³ð¶ðŽð©.
ðð©ðŠ ðŽðµð°ð³ðº ð±ð³ð°ðšð³ðŠðŽðŽðŠðŽ ð°ð·ðŠð³ ð§ðªð·ðŠ ðºðŠð¢ð³ðŽ. ðð©ðŠð¯ ð /ð ð§ðªð³ðŽðµ ðŽðµð¢ð³ðµ ð€ð©ð¢ðµðµðªð¯ðš ðžðªðµð©  ðð¶ð¯ðžð°ð°, ð£ð°ðµð© ðŽðŠð¯ðªð°ð³ðŽ ðªð¯ ð©ðªðšð© ðŽð€ð©ð°ð°ð. ððŠð¢ð¥ ð°ð§ð§ ðµð° ð€ð°ðððŠðšðŠ, ð¢ð¯ð¥ ðµð©ðŠ ð³ðŠðð¢ðµðªð°ð¯ðŽð©ðªð± ðžðªðµð© ðð¶ð¯ðžð°ð° ð€ð©ð¢ð¯ðšðŠðŽ, ðµð©ð°ð¶ðšð©.
ðð©ðªð¯ðšðŽ ð /ð'ðð ðŽð¢ðº ð¢ð¯ð¥ ð¥ð° ð€ð¢ð¶ðŽðŠ ðŠð·ðŠð¯ðµðŽ ðµð° ð©ð¢ð±ð±ðŠð¯ ð°ð§ð§ððªð¯ðŠ. ðð©ðŠð³ðŠ ðžðªðð ð /ð ð¢ð¯ð¥Â ðð¶ð¯ðžð°ð° ððŠð¢ð·ðŠ ð°ð§ð§ ð¢ðµ ðµð©ðŠ ðŠð¯ð¥ ð°ð§ ðµð©ðŠ ð§ðªð·ðŠ-ðºðŠð¢ð³ ð«ð°ð¶ð³ð¯ðŠðº ðµð©ð³ð°ð¶ðšð© ð€ð°ðððŠðšðŠ ð¢ð¯ð¥ ðŽðŠðð§-ð¥ðªðŽð€ð°ð·ðŠð³ðº?
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Y/NDaze:
Dongmin! Hey
ChaEunwoo:
Hi! And I told you to call me Eunwoo
Y/NDaze:
Trying to get used to it lol
ChaEunwoo:
That's okay
Though the most important thing is that we're seniors!Â
So what's up?
Y/NDaze:
Nothing much
What are you up to?
ChaEunwoo:
Nothing, just listening to some music :)
Do you like Coldplay?
Y/NDaze:
Yeah, totally!
Their last album was really good
ChaEunwoo:
It really was!
I'm so glad you like them, they're my favorite
Their lyrics are in my info
Oh! By the way
Are you going to Rocky's party tonight?
Y/NDaze is typing. . .
Y/NDaze:
Maybe, I haven't decided
ChaEunwoo:
You should go! It'd be no fun without you
It's crazy that we're already having end of school parties
Y/NDaze:
Yeah, it really is crazy
The time flew by this year, and college is close by
ChaEunwoo:
I know!
I'm excited to be done with this school if being honest
between you and me
Remember Minhae from our math class?
Y/NDaze:
Yeah, why?
ChaEunwoo:
She won't stop messaging me right now
Y/NDaze:
What is she saying?
ChaEunwoo:
That she wants to talk or something?
I'm not really playing attention. . .
ChaEunwoo is typing. . .
ChaEunwoo is deleting. . .
ChaEunwoo is typing. . .
ChaEunwoo:
Just one more month to graduate
Why does it feel like we're so old?
Y/NDaze:
Haha, I guess it is kind of weird
Did you pick a school yet?
ChaEunwoo:
Eh, I didn't get accepted to my reach
school, so I'm just going to one of the others
But that's okay! Anything's better than high school
Where are you going?
Y/NDaze:
Oh, I got accepted to an art school!
Not sure what type of art, but I've been reallyÂ
interested in animation lately
I'm sure I'll figure it out when I get there
ChaEunwoo:
That's awesome!Â
You've always been really talented
I'm sure whatever you end up, you'll be great
ChaEunwoo is typing. . .
ChaEunwoo is deleting. . .
ChaEunwoo is typing. . .
ChaEunwoo:
Hey. . .
Even though we're going to different schools,
do you promise you'll be there for me?
-
Y/N looked at the message with wide eyes. Her heartbeat was going faster than normal. She placed her hand on her chest to try and calm it down while thinking of what to say. Her bottom lip unconsciously tucked under her teeth and her hands went on top of the keyboard.
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Y/NDaze:
Absolutely!
Nothing could ever keep me from talking to you
You're one of my best friends
ChaEunwoo:
And you're one of mine too!
You always will be Y/N :)
Oh wow, it's getting late!
I hope JinJin gets here soon so we can head
to the party
Y/NDaze:
Oh. . .leaving so soon?
ChaEunwoo:
Yeah, as soon as JinJin gets here
Then we're both heading to Rocky's party
If you're coming too, you should probably
leave soon
Will I see you there?
Y/NDaze is typing. . .
Y/NDaze:
Yeah, I will
ChaEunwoo:
Awesome!
I'm going to go get ready and wait
for JinJin
Hopefully Minhae stops messaging me once
I put up my away message :p
See you soon!
Y/NDaze:
See ya
ChaEunwoo is away

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ðŽððð ðð ðð ðð ðð¢ | ð²ðððððð ðð ð

| ð, (ðŽððªðšð©ðµ) ð | ð¢ððºðð¿ððŒ, ð§ððð ððŒðððð / ð¢ðð ð ðŸððŸ ð ðŽ, ðððð ðð ððŸðºð ð ð ðððð ðº ððððð ð¿ðð ð ðð¿ ðºðððð
| ððªð¯ðª ððŠð³ðªðŠðŽ | Â
â³ Â ðð¢ðªð³ðªð¯ðš - ð€ððððð ð ð±ðŸðºðœðŸð
â³ ðð¶ð®ð®ð¢ð³ðº - ðð°ðš ðªð¯ðµð° ðºð°ð¶ð³ ð°ð¯ððªð¯ðŠ ð€ð©ð¢ðµ ð±ð³ð°ðšð³ð¢ð®.
ðð©ðŠð³ðŠ ðºð°ð¶'ðð ðŽðŠðŠ ðžð©ð¢ðµ ð¢ðð ð°ð§ ðºð°ð¶ð³ ð§ð³ðªðŠð¯ð¥ðŽ ð¢ð³ðŠ ð¥ð°ðªð¯ðš ð°ð³ ðŽð¢ðºðªð¯ðš. ð ð°ð¶ ð€ð¢ð¯ ð€ð¶ðŽðµð°ð®ðªð»ðŠ ðºð°ð¶ð³ ð±ð³ð°ð§ðªððŠ ð£ðº ð€ð©ð°ð°ðŽðªð¯ðš ðºð°ð¶ð³ ðµðŠð¹ðµ ð€ð°ðð°ð³, ð£ð¢ð€ð¬ðšð³ð°ð¶ð¯ð¥, ð±ð³ð°ð§ðªððŠ ð±ðªð€, ð¢ð¯ð¥ ðŠð·ðŠð¯ ðºð°ð¶ð³ ð£ðªð°. ðððªð€ð¬ ð°ð¯ ðºð°ð¶ð³ ð§ð³ðªðŠð¯ð¥ðŽ ðµð° ðŽðŠðŠ ðµð©ðŠðªð³ ð£ðªð°ðŽ ð¢ð¯ð¥ ð±ð³ð°ð§ðªððŠ ð±ðªð€ðŽ, ðµð°ð°. Â
ðð¯ ðµð©ðŠ ðŠð¢ð³ððº 2000ðŽ, ð§ððªð³ðµðªð¯ðš ð°ð¯ ððð ðžð¢ðŽ ðµð©ðŠ ð£ðŠðŽðµ ðžð¢ðº ðµð° ðšðŠðµ ðªð¯ ðžðªðµð© ðºð°ð¶ð³ ð€ð³ð¶ðŽð©.
ðð¶ð¯ðžð°ð° ðªðŽ ð°ð¯ðŠ ð°ð§ ð /ð'ðŽ ð§ð³ðªðŠð¯ð¥ðŽ. ððŠ'ðŽ ð¬ðªð¯ð¥ ð°ð§ ð¢ð€ðµð¶ð¢ðððº ð©ðŠð³ ð€ð³ð¶ðŽð©.
ðð¯ ðµð©ðŠ ðŠð¢ð³ððº 2000ðŽ, ð§ððªð³ðµðªð¯ðš ð°ð¯ ððð ðžð¢ðŽ ðµð©ðŠ ð£ðŠðŽðµ ðžð¢ðº ðµð° ðšðŠðµ ðªð¯ ðžðªðµð© ðºð°ð¶ð³ ðŽðŠð€ð³ðŠðµ ð€ð³ð¶ðŽð©.
ðð©ðŠ ðŽðµð°ð³ðº ð±ð³ð°ðšð³ðŠðŽðŽðŠðŽ ð°ð·ðŠð³ ð§ðªð·ðŠ ðºðŠð¢ð³ðŽ. ðð©ðŠð¯ ð /ð ð§ðªð³ðŽðµ ðŽðµð¢ð³ðµ ð€ð©ð¢ðµðµðªð¯ðš ðžðªðµð©  ðð¶ð¯ðžð°ð°, ð£ð°ðµð© ðŽðŠð¯ðªð°ð³ðŽ ðªð¯ ð©ðªðšð© ðŽð€ð©ð°ð°ð. ððŠð¢ð¥ ð°ð§ð§ ðµð° ð€ð°ðððŠðšðŠ, ð¢ð¯ð¥ ðµð©ðŠ ð³ðŠðð¢ðµðªð°ð¯ðŽð©ðªð± ðžðªðµð© ðð¶ð¯ðžð°ð° ð€ð©ð¢ð¯ðšðŠðŽ, ðµð©ð°ð¶ðšð©.
ðð©ðªð¯ðšðŽ ð /ð'ðð ðŽð¢ðº ð¢ð¯ð¥ ð¥ð° ð€ð¢ð¶ðŽðŠ ðŠð·ðŠð¯ðµðŽ ðµð° ð©ð¢ð±ð±ðŠð¯ ð°ð§ð§ððªð¯ðŠ. ðð©ðŠð³ðŠ ðžðªðð ð /ð ð¢ð¯ð¥Â ðð¶ð¯ðžð°ð° ððŠð¢ð·ðŠ ð°ð§ð§ ð¢ðµ ðµð©ðŠ ðŠð¯ð¥ ð°ð§ ðµð©ðŠ ð§ðªð·ðŠ-ðºðŠð¢ð³ ð«ð°ð¶ð³ð¯ðŠðº ðµð©ð³ð°ð¶ðšð© ð€ð°ðððŠðšðŠ ð¢ð¯ð¥ ðŽðŠðð§-ð¥ðªðŽð€ð°ð·ðŠð³ðº?
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ChaEunwoo:Â
Y/N! Hey!
Y/NDaze:
Hey! How is it going?
ChaEunwoo:Â
It's going okay I guess?Â
I'm just doing some homework and listening
to music, you?
Y/NDaze:
Just some homework too
What kind of music are you listening too?
ChaEunwoo:
Snow patrol!
They just came out with their new album
final straw, have you heard of it?
Y/NDaze:
I have the other day!
Another great album as always
ChaEunwoo:
You did hear about it!
What's your favorite song from the album?
Y/NDaze:
I did like run out of all the songs
Fell in love right away
ChaEunwoo:
Oh, yeah, I fell in love with that song too
They weren't kidding when making that song
the featured song of the album
So, how are you liking art school?
Y/NDaze:
It's actually harder than I thought
Always having a lot of work, but at least
I'm learning a lot
ChaEunwoo:
Well, that's good at least!
My classes have all been boring freshman stuff
Got any plans tonight?
Y/NDaze:
Yeah, I've to go to the library in a few
Massive group project due tomorrow
Cha Eunwoo:
Why did you wait until the last minute?
Y/NDaze:
Ah, well. . .
My group kept putting it off until
one of us decided tonight was the best
for us all to do the project
Do you have any plans tonight?
ChaEunwoo:
No, Minhae has band practice so I'm
just hanging out in my dorm
Y/NDaze:
Minhae?
ChaEunwoo:
Yeah, my girlfriend
Remember her?Â
From high school?
We've been dating for a couple months now
Y/NDaze is typing. . .
Y/NDaze:
I'm happy for you
How did you two get together?
ChaEunwoo:
Well, remember that grad party we went
to last year?
While I was away, Minhae sent me a ton of
messages about how she felt
At first I thought it was really weird
But after I realized it was kind of brave
We started talking again over the summer and
realized we were going to the same school
Once we got here we just kind of hit it off
Y/NDaze:
So, what's she like?
ChaEunwoo:
Well, she's smart, funny, and she understands me
Sometimes she can be a jerk but when it's
good it's really good
Y/NDaze:
Hang on
How is she a jerk to you?
ChaEunwoo:
I just mean we get into arguments sometimes
We're both very stubborn people so we can
go back and forth a lot
But like I said, when things are good they're
really good
Dongmin : Y/NDaze
Dongm| :Y/NDaze
:Y/NDaze
Eunwoo
You deserve better than that
ChaEunwoo is typing. . .
ChaEunwoo:Â
I think you're blowing it out of proportion
She's no abusive or anything
Y/NDaze:
Okay. . .
Just know there are people who
really care about you
ChaEunwoo:
Listen, I think we're fine
I don't want to talk about this anymore
Y/NDaze:
I'm sorry
I just want you to be happy
ChaEunwoo:
But I am happy! I promise
It's getting pretty late
You need to go meet your group don't you?
Y/NDaze:
I mean, I can stay
ChaEunwoo:
Haha, that's very nice of you but I don't
want you to miss anything
I'll talk to you later
Y/NDaze:
See ya
ChaEunwoo is away
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â³ ðð¶ð®ð®ð¢ð³ðº - ðð°ðš ðªð¯ðµð° ðºð°ð¶ð³ ð°ð¯ððªð¯ðŠ ð€ð©ð¢ðµ ð±ð³ð°ðšð³ð¢ð®.
ðð©ðŠð³ðŠ ðºð°ð¶'ðð ðŽðŠðŠ ðžð©ð¢ðµ ð¢ðð ð°ð§ ðºð°ð¶ð³ ð§ð³ðªðŠð¯ð¥ðŽ ð¢ð³ðŠ ð¥ð°ðªð¯ðš ð°ð³ ðŽð¢ðºðªð¯ðš. ð ð°ð¶ ð€ð¢ð¯ ð€ð¶ðŽðµð°ð®ðªð»ðŠ ðºð°ð¶ð³ ð±ð³ð°ð§ðªððŠ ð£ðº ð€ð©ð°ð°ðŽðªð¯ðš ðºð°ð¶ð³ ðµðŠð¹ðµ ð€ð°ðð°ð³, ð£ð¢ð€ð¬ðšð³ð°ð¶ð¯ð¥, ð±ð³ð°ð§ðªððŠ ð±ðªð€, ð¢ð¯ð¥ ðŠð·ðŠð¯ ðºð°ð¶ð³ ð£ðªð°. ðððªð€ð¬ ð°ð¯ ðºð°ð¶ð³ ð§ð³ðªðŠð¯ð¥ðŽ ðµð° ðŽðŠðŠ ðµð©ðŠðªð³ ð£ðªð°ðŽ ð¢ð¯ð¥ ð±ð³ð°ð§ðªððŠ ð±ðªð€ðŽ, ðµð°ð°. Â
ðð¯ ðµð©ðŠ ðŠð¢ð³ððº 2000ðŽ, ð§ððªð³ðµðªð¯ðš ð°ð¯ ððð ðžð¢ðŽ ðµð©ðŠ ð£ðŠðŽðµ ðžð¢ðº ðµð° ðšðŠðµ ðªð¯ ðžðªðµð© ðºð°ð¶ð³ ð€ð³ð¶ðŽð©.
ðð¶ð¯ðžð°ð° ðªðŽ ð°ð¯ðŠ ð°ð§ ð /ð'ðŽ ð§ð³ðªðŠð¯ð¥ðŽ. ððŠ'ðŽ ð¬ðªð¯ð¥ ð°ð§ ð¢ð€ðµð¶ð¢ðððº ð©ðŠð³ ð€ð³ð¶ðŽð©.
ðð¯ ðµð©ðŠ ðŠð¢ð³ððº 2000ðŽ, ð§ððªð³ðµðªð¯ðš ð°ð¯ ððð ðžð¢ðŽ ðµð©ðŠ ð£ðŠðŽðµ ðžð¢ðº ðµð° ðšðŠðµ ðªð¯ ðžðªðµð© ðºð°ð¶ð³ ðŽðŠð€ð³ðŠðµ ð€ð³ð¶ðŽð©.
ðð©ðŠ ðŽðµð°ð³ðº ð±ð³ð°ðšð³ðŠðŽðŽðŠðŽ ð°ð·ðŠð³ ð§ðªð·ðŠ ðºðŠð¢ð³ðŽ. ðð©ðŠð¯ ð /ð ð§ðªð³ðŽðµ ðŽðµð¢ð³ðµ ð€ð©ð¢ðµðµðªð¯ðš ðžðªðµð©  ðð¶ð¯ðžð°ð°, ð£ð°ðµð© ðŽðŠð¯ðªð°ð³ðŽ ðªð¯ ð©ðªðšð© ðŽð€ð©ð°ð°ð. ððŠð¢ð¥ ð°ð§ð§ ðµð° ð€ð°ðððŠðšðŠ, ð¢ð¯ð¥ ðµð©ðŠ ð³ðŠðð¢ðµðªð°ð¯ðŽð©ðªð± ðžðªðµð© ðð¶ð¯ðžð°ð° ð€ð©ð¢ð¯ðšðŠðŽ, ðµð©ð°ð¶ðšð©.
ðð©ðªð¯ðšðŽ ð /ð'ðð ðŽð¢ðº ð¢ð¯ð¥ ð¥ð° ð€ð¢ð¶ðŽðŠ ðŠð·ðŠð¯ðµðŽ ðµð° ð©ð¢ð±ð±ðŠð¯ ð°ð§ð§ððªð¯ðŠ. ðð©ðŠð³ðŠ ðžðªðð ð /ð ð¢ð¯ð¥Â ðð¶ð¯ðžð°ð° ððŠð¢ð·ðŠ ð°ð§ð§ ð¢ðµ ðµð©ðŠ ðŠð¯ð¥ ð°ð§ ðµð©ðŠ ð§ðªð·ðŠ-ðºðŠð¢ð³ ð«ð°ð¶ð³ð¯ðŠðº ðµð©ð³ð°ð¶ðšð© ð€ð°ðððŠðšðŠ ð¢ð¯ð¥ ðŽðŠðð§-ð¥ðªðŽð€ð°ð·ðŠð³ðº?
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ChaEunwoo:
Hey Y/N!
Y/NDaze:
Eunwoo! Hey!
ChaEunwoo:Â
How's life?
I feel like we haven't talked in a while
Y/NDaze:
It's pretty boring
How's yours?
ChaEunwoo:Â
Eh, it's fine
Got any plans this weekend?
Y/NDaze:
Oh, just hanging out with my
friend Myungjun
ChaEunwoo:
That sounds like fun!
Who's Myungjun?
Y/NDaze:
He's one of my friends
ChaEunwoo:
Oh cool
I don't think I've heard you talk about
him before
How did you two meet?
Y/NDaze:
I thought I did mention him before. . .
I probably said MJ since I call him that
for short
But he's in one of my classes
He's an art student just like me
ChaEunwoo:
So, what's he like?
Y/NDaze:
He's a sweetheart
Full of sunshine energy
ChaEunwoo:
Wow, Y/N, sounds like things are going
really well
That's just so great
-
Y/N felt weird with the message Dongmin had sent her is he okay?
-
Y/NDaze:
Do you have any plans this weekend?
ChaEunwoo:
Well me and Minhae were supposed to
go to see a show but that's not happening
We broke up last week
Y/NDaze:
Oh, Eunwoo, I'm so sorry
How are you?
ChaEunwoo:
I'm okay
It's been really weird since
Me and her had the same group of
friends so things are messy
I just feel really alone, you know?
Y/NDaze:
Well, you know I'm here for you
ChaEunwoo:
I know and thank you for that
I just feel really abandoned
Y/NDaze is typing. . .
Y/NDaze:
Why did you break up?
ChaEunwoo:
I guess we just kind of grew apart?
I feel like Minhae changed a lot over
the summer
And things were just different when we
got back
Shit, I feel like crying
-
"No, no, no, please don't cry," Y/N muttered.
Her hands quickly moved without a second thought.
-
Y/NDaze:
I'm so sorry Min
It's her loss, you're an amazing person
ChaEunwoo:
Haven't heard you call me that in a while
Haha
Thanks, though
I'm sorry for being such a mess
Y/NDaze:
It's okay Min
I'll always be here for you
ChaEunwoo:
Thank you
It's nice to be able to talk about this
I haven't really had the chance to vent yet
Y/NDaze:
I know you'd do the same for me
Cha Eunwoo:
I want to ask you something but I'm afraid
you'll hate me after
Promise me you won't hate me?
Y/NDaze:
I could never hate you
ChaEunwoo:
At Rocky's party senior year
Remember how we got bored and went
for that walk?
We stopped at that playground for a bit
And we just layed there and looked
at the stars
ChaEunwoo is typing. . .
ChaEunwoo is deleting. . .
ChaEunwoo is typing. . .
ChaEunwoo:
Well
Why didn't you kiss me?
-
Thump, thump, thump, thump
-
Y/NDaze:
I. . .
I didn't know you felt that way
ChaEunwoo:
I've just always wondered how things
would be if you did
I don't know, it's kind of stupid I guess
Y/NDaze:
I've wondered that too
ChaEunwoo:
Hey! I have an idea
Maybe I could come visit this weekend?
I could really use some time away from
this school
And we always said we would visit each other
What do you think?
Y/NDaze:
I would really love to see you
Please come visit!
ChaEunwoo:
Great!Â
I'm really excited!
Oh, what about your plans with Myungjun?
Y/NDaze:
I'll talk to MJ about it
ChaEunwoo:
Okay, I just don't want to mess things up
What do you want to do this weekend?
Y/NDaze:
We can just hang out here in my dorm
ChaEunwoo:
Sounds good to me!
Should I bring my alcohol?
Y/NDaze:
Nah, I don't think we need any
And I don't drink
ChaEunwoo:
Oh, right
That went over my head haha
I'm just so excited to finally come and visit
Oh shit, I actually have to run
But I'll see you this weekend, okay?
Y/NDaze:
See you soon!
ChaEunwoo:
Bye!
ChaEunwoo is away
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| ððªð¯ðª ððŠð³ðªðŠðŽ | Â
â³ Â ðð¢ðªð³ðªð¯ðš - ð€ððððð ð ð±ðŸðºðœðŸð
â³ ðð¶ð®ð®ð¢ð³ðº - ðð°ðš ðªð¯ðµð° ðºð°ð¶ð³ ð°ð¯ððªð¯ðŠ ð€ð©ð¢ðµ ð±ð³ð°ðšð³ð¢ð®.
ðð©ðŠð³ðŠ ðºð°ð¶'ðð ðŽðŠðŠ ðžð©ð¢ðµ ð¢ðð ð°ð§ ðºð°ð¶ð³ ð§ð³ðªðŠð¯ð¥ðŽ ð¢ð³ðŠ ð¥ð°ðªð¯ðš ð°ð³ ðŽð¢ðºðªð¯ðš. ð ð°ð¶ ð€ð¢ð¯ ð€ð¶ðŽðµð°ð®ðªð»ðŠ ðºð°ð¶ð³ ð±ð³ð°ð§ðªððŠ ð£ðº ð€ð©ð°ð°ðŽðªð¯ðš ðºð°ð¶ð³ ðµðŠð¹ðµ ð€ð°ðð°ð³, ð£ð¢ð€ð¬ðšð³ð°ð¶ð¯ð¥, ð±ð³ð°ð§ðªððŠ ð±ðªð€, ð¢ð¯ð¥ ðŠð·ðŠð¯ ðºð°ð¶ð³ ð£ðªð°. ðððªð€ð¬ ð°ð¯ ðºð°ð¶ð³ ð§ð³ðªðŠð¯ð¥ðŽ ðµð° ðŽðŠðŠ ðµð©ðŠðªð³ ð£ðªð°ðŽ ð¢ð¯ð¥ ð±ð³ð°ð§ðªððŠ ð±ðªð€ðŽ, ðµð°ð°. Â
ðð¯ ðµð©ðŠ ðŠð¢ð³ððº 2000ðŽ, ð§ððªð³ðµðªð¯ðš ð°ð¯ ððð ðžð¢ðŽ ðµð©ðŠ ð£ðŠðŽðµ ðžð¢ðº ðµð° ðšðŠðµ ðªð¯ ðžðªðµð© ðºð°ð¶ð³ ð€ð³ð¶ðŽð©.
ðð¶ð¯ðžð°ð° ðªðŽ ð°ð¯ðŠ ð°ð§ ð /ð'ðŽ ð§ð³ðªðŠð¯ð¥ðŽ. ððŠ'ðŽ ð¬ðªð¯ð¥ ð°ð§ ð¢ð€ðµð¶ð¢ðððº ð©ðŠð³ ð€ð³ð¶ðŽð©.
ðð¯ ðµð©ðŠ ðŠð¢ð³ððº 2000ðŽ, ð§ððªð³ðµðªð¯ðš ð°ð¯ ððð ðžð¢ðŽ ðµð©ðŠ ð£ðŠðŽðµ ðžð¢ðº ðµð° ðšðŠðµ ðªð¯ ðžðªðµð© ðºð°ð¶ð³ ðŽðŠð€ð³ðŠðµ ð€ð³ð¶ðŽð©.
ðð©ðŠ ðŽðµð°ð³ðº ð±ð³ð°ðšð³ðŠðŽðŽðŠðŽ ð°ð·ðŠð³ ð§ðªð·ðŠ ðºðŠð¢ð³ðŽ. ðð©ðŠð¯ ð /ð ð§ðªð³ðŽðµ ðŽðµð¢ð³ðµ ð€ð©ð¢ðµðµðªð¯ðš ðžðªðµð©  ðð¶ð¯ðžð°ð°, ð£ð°ðµð© ðŽðŠð¯ðªð°ð³ðŽ ðªð¯ ð©ðªðšð© ðŽð€ð©ð°ð°ð. ððŠð¢ð¥ ð°ð§ð§ ðµð° ð€ð°ðððŠðšðŠ, ð¢ð¯ð¥ ðµð©ðŠ ð³ðŠðð¢ðµðªð°ð¯ðŽð©ðªð± ðžðªðµð© ðð¶ð¯ðžð°ð° ð€ð©ð¢ð¯ðšðŠðŽ, ðµð©ð°ð¶ðšð©.
ðð©ðªð¯ðšðŽ ð /ð'ðð ðŽð¢ðº ð¢ð¯ð¥ ð¥ð° ð€ð¢ð¶ðŽðŠ ðŠð·ðŠð¯ðµðŽ ðµð° ð©ð¢ð±ð±ðŠð¯ ð°ð§ð§ððªð¯ðŠ. ðð©ðŠð³ðŠ ðžðªðð ð /ð ð¢ð¯ð¥Â ðð¶ð¯ðžð°ð° ððŠð¢ð·ðŠ ð°ð§ð§ ð¢ðµ ðµð©ðŠ ðŠð¯ð¥ ð°ð§ ðµð©ðŠ ð§ðªð·ðŠ-ðºðŠð¢ð³ ð«ð°ð¶ð³ð¯ðŠðº ðµð©ð³ð°ð¶ðšð© ð€ð°ðððŠðšðŠ ð¢ð¯ð¥ ðŽðŠðð§-ð¥ðªðŽð€ð°ð·ðŠð³ðº?
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ChaEunwoo:
Hey
Y/NDaze:
Hey!
ChaEunwoo:
I know it's been a while since we last talked
Y/NDaze:
No worries
ChaEunwoo:
I've just been going through a lot lately
Y/NDaze:
Is everything okay?
ChaEunwoo:
 Yeah, everything is fine
So listen
I was hoping we could talk about things
Y/NDaze:
Of course, what's up?
ChaEunwoo:Â
I just feel like things are weird between us
Have you felt like that?
Y/NDaze:
I don't think so?
ChaEunwoo:
I think it's because of last year
Things have been weird since I cam to visit
Y/N please be honest with
Did you plan that we would hook up?
Y/NDaze is typing. . .
Y/NDaze is deleting. . .
Y/NDaze is typing. . .
Y/NDaze:
I. . .
I guess I hoped that we would
in the back of my mind
ChaEunwoo:Â
I retrospect, it all just seemed so planned out
I mean, we spent the whole time hanging out
in your dorm
And we only really left to go get food and stuff
ChaEunwoo is typing. . .
ChaEunwoo is deleting. . .
ChaEunwoo is typing. . .
ChaEunwoo is deleting. . .
ChaEunwoo is typing. . .
ChaEunwoo:
You must have knowing how vulnerable I was
Y/NDaze:
I didn't know
You seemed fine
. . .
I don't know
ChaEunwoo:
Okay, I just
I don't know
Y/NDaze:
Did I do something wrong?
ChaEunwoo:
No, you didn't
Just a lot happened really quickly
It's just made me feel differently
Y/NDaze:
Different than what?
ChaEunwoo:
Just from how things were before
Y/NDaze:
Do you think we'll ever be the same?
ChaEunwoo:
I really don't know
I'm sorry, things are just really weird
for me right now
But thank you for talking to me about it all
Y/NDaze:
We can talk any time
ChaEunwoo:Â
So, how is school and everything going?
Y/NDaze:
It's alright, just same old same old
ChaEunwoo:
How's your friend Mary?
Y/NDaze:
She's not really my friend anymore
ChaEunwoo:
Yeah, it sucks when people change
What about your other friend, Myungjun?
Y/NDaze:
Haven't seen him in a while
ChaEunwoo:
Oh, okay
ChaEunwoo is typing. . .
ChaEunwoo is deleting. . .
ChaEunwoo is typing. . .
ChaEunwoo:
I'm sorry, I don't think I can do this right now
Y/NDaze:
Is something wrong?
ChaEunwoo:
No, talking is just kind of hard
I've got to go soon anyways
But we'll talk again later?
Y/NDaze:
Yeah. . .of course
See ya
ChaEunwoo is away
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â³ ðð¶ð®ð®ð¢ð³ðº - ðð°ðš ðªð¯ðµð° ðºð°ð¶ð³ ð°ð¯ððªð¯ðŠ ð€ð©ð¢ðµ ð±ð³ð°ðšð³ð¢ð®.
ðð©ðŠð³ðŠ ðºð°ð¶'ðð ðŽðŠðŠ ðžð©ð¢ðµ ð¢ðð ð°ð§ ðºð°ð¶ð³ ð§ð³ðªðŠð¯ð¥ðŽ ð¢ð³ðŠ ð¥ð°ðªð¯ðš ð°ð³ ðŽð¢ðºðªð¯ðš. ð ð°ð¶ ð€ð¢ð¯ ð€ð¶ðŽðµð°ð®ðªð»ðŠ ðºð°ð¶ð³ ð±ð³ð°ð§ðªððŠ ð£ðº ð€ð©ð°ð°ðŽðªð¯ðš ðºð°ð¶ð³ ðµðŠð¹ðµ ð€ð°ðð°ð³, ð£ð¢ð€ð¬ðšð³ð°ð¶ð¯ð¥, ð±ð³ð°ð§ðªððŠ ð±ðªð€, ð¢ð¯ð¥ ðŠð·ðŠð¯ ðºð°ð¶ð³ ð£ðªð°. ðððªð€ð¬ ð°ð¯ ðºð°ð¶ð³ ð§ð³ðªðŠð¯ð¥ðŽ ðµð° ðŽðŠðŠ ðµð©ðŠðªð³ ð£ðªð°ðŽ ð¢ð¯ð¥ ð±ð³ð°ð§ðªððŠ ð±ðªð€ðŽ, ðµð°ð°. Â
ðð¯ ðµð©ðŠ ðŠð¢ð³ððº 2000ðŽ, ð§ððªð³ðµðªð¯ðš ð°ð¯ ððð ðžð¢ðŽ ðµð©ðŠ ð£ðŠðŽðµ ðžð¢ðº ðµð° ðšðŠðµ ðªð¯ ðžðªðµð© ðºð°ð¶ð³ ð€ð³ð¶ðŽð©.
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Y/NDaze:
Howdy
ChaEunwoo:
Hey Y/N
Y/NDaze:
What's up?
ChaEunwoo:Â
Not much
How are you?
Y/NDaze:
Things could be better
ChaEunwoo:
Oh, I'm sorry to hear that
Y/NDaze:
How've you been?
ChaEunwoo:
Everything's been really good
Y/NDaze:
So what's new in your life?
ChaEunwoo:
Not a whole lot really
Just finishing up college
Oh, I don't know if you knew
Me and Minhae got back together
Y/NDaze:
Oh, good for you
ChaEunwoo:
Thanks
How's your friend Myungjun doing?
Y/NDaze:
Well
He started dating Mary, so now I barely see him
ChaEunwoo:
Oh, I'm sorry
Y/NDaze:
Yeah, well, it's whatever I guess
ChaEunwoo:
Well, college is almost over anyways
Y/NDaze:
Can you believe we're almost adults?
ChaEunwoo:
Nope
It definitely doesn't feel like it's been four years
Y/NDaze:
We had some good times in college
ChaEunwoo:
Yeah, kind of
I'd rather not think about the past though
Y/NDaze:
Oh, sure
ChaEunwoo:
I'm just tired of reliving memories
Y/NDaze:
So do you have plans for graduation?
ChaEunwoo:
Oh no, not really
I know my family's coming up and stuff
Y/NDaze:
Are you going to move back home?
ChaEunwoo:
Not immediately
I have this lease until August
Can we talk about things :Y/NDaze
Can we talk abo| :Y/NDaze
Can we| :Y/NDaze
Y/NDaze:
Do anything fun recently?
ChaEunwoo:
Not really, I've just been working
Can I see you this sum| :Y/NDaze
Can I see you| :Y/NDaze
Can I| :Y/NDaze
Y/NDaze:
Are you doing homework?
ChaEunwoo:
Yeah, just some stuff due tomorrow
Do you ever miss things between you| :Y/NDaze
Do you ever miss thing| :Y/NDaze
Do you ever| :Y/NDaze
Y/NDaze
How are classes?
ChaEunwoo:
They're good
Same old same old
Do you miss me| :Y/NDaze
Do you| :Y/NDaze
Do| :Y/NDaze
Y/NDaze:
Gone to any concerts lately?
ChaEunwoo:
Not really
I'm busy with school
Will we| :Y/NDaze
Y/NDaze:
What any good movies lately?
ChaEunwoo:
No, not really
Is this it| :Y/NDaze
Y/NDaze:
How's the weather been there?
ChaEunwoo:
It's been alright
Y/NDaze is typing. . .
Y/NDaze is deleting. . .
Y/NDaze is typing. . .
Y/NDaze:
Okay
I think I'm going to go
Goodbye, Dongmin
ChaEunwoo:
I though I said you canâ
Y/NDaze is away
thinking about this rocky MmmmMMmMmMmMmMmM



The Wolf and his Coyote - Part 3
Part 3 for you! This one is a little longer! Enjoy :)
Summary; Jungkook is the leader of the biggest biker gang in Korea. He is never interested in people unless they can benefit him in some way. That is until he runs into a girl who is the only person who appears to not be afraid of him. New to Korea, Amalia is an artist who spends most of her days working on her comics at her friend Minhyuks diner who also happens to be Jungkooks favourite hang out spot. What will happen when Jungkooks, a man who's heart seems to be frozen in ice, interest is peeked for the first time since he can remember?
Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4
Pairing: Gang leader jk x Tsundere, artist Amalia
Rating: 18+ do not interact if you are a minor!
Word count: 2.5k
Genre: Biker gang bts, action, romance, there will be smut down the line, angst, violence, humour.
Warnings: Flirting, Mentions of past, Mentions of smut (if you squint), sex dream, biting, marking, bruising, poverty, immigration.
Amalias pov:
Big hands run over my body, starting from around my neck, down the side of my chest. I gasp as I feel the sensation of lips and cold metal on my navel, making itâs way down, lower and lower, ever so slowly.
I feel myself losing control as I beg for more, running my hands through fluffy raven black hair. All I can think of is the feeling of those plush lips on my skin. Not even the fact that I donât know whoâs lips they belong to.Â
Then I feel it on my inner thigh, teeth sinking into my skin and bruising it. I yelp at the sensation, still confused about the situation but not caring one bit due to the overwhelming pleasure.Â
Just as they start approaching where I want them the most, I suddenly jerk up, blinking the blur out of my eyes. A dream. Thatâs all it was.Â
I sigh as I sit there, in my bed, covered in sweat.Â
âItâs been too long Lia.â I say out loud to myself.Â
After shaking myself awake, I finally get out of bed. My deadline is coming up and I didnât get much work done yesterday because of that thug at the diner. Today is going to be different. I still feel bad for Minhyuk tho, getting attacked in his own place. Maybe I should bring him some breakfast to cheer him up.Â
Finishing up my morning routine, I start cooking my breakfast, making sure to make extra for Min. I know how much he dislikes the food at his own diner, tends to find it too greasy for his liking. Home cooked meals are what he lives for.
I pack up the food once itâs done and start making my way out. It smells delicious, I hope this cheers him up at least a little.Â
As I step out into the alleyway, I turn the corner and head down the street. I notice the owner of my favourite ramen shop outside setting up his signs for the day.
âHi Mr. Park! Howâs your morning so far?â I say stopping next to him.
âOh Lia! Good morning! Itâs going great so far, how about you?â He responds.
âGood! Same as usual.â I say with a laugh.Â
Mr. Park has been kind to me since I arrived here. When I first got here, I didnât have much money to my name so all I could eat for meals was food from the convenience store. I always stopped by the shop tho, the smell of the delicious ramen pulling me in. I would watch from the outside with my stomach grumbling, wishing for just one bowl.Â
One day, I had been looking as usual when Mr. Park had been outside. I had no idea he was the owner at the time, he was just sitting at one of the tables.Â
âIt looks delicious, doesnât it?â I had said as I noticed his eyes on me.
âWhy donât you go inside and try it for yourself? I heard itâs the best ramen in town!â He had said with a small laugh.
âI wish. Unfortunately, I just moved to the country and canât really afford meals like this. One day I will tho!â I replied, while smiling back.
âWell, If youâd like, you can go inside and pick something you like. Itâs on me.â He replied.
I stared at him in shock, wondering why some random man was suddenly offering me food. It had made me a little uncomfortable and I guess it had shown on my face because he immediately followed up by telling me he was the owner and had noticed me looking into the shop several times before. Although I tried to refuse, he said I didnât have a choice so I graciously accepted. It was the most delicious bowl of ramen I had ever tasted.Â
After that, Mr. Park had fed me a couple times a week. At first I thought there would be some kind of catch as I was not used to being treated with such kindness but turns out it was all out of the kindness of an old mans heart.
I spoke to him for a little bit before heading out again to the diner.Â
âMinhyukshiiiii!â, I call out as I arrived.Â
He turns to look at me, from the door as he switches the sign from âClosedâ to âOpenâ.
âGood morning nuna.â He responds with a soft smile.Â
âGood morning to you.â I say as we both walk past the door.Â
I go to my usual booth and set down my bag. I unzip it and pull out the meal I prepared.Â
âI have a surprise for you!â I say, with the packed up food in hand, spinning on my heel and presenting it to him with a wide smile.Â
He looks down at it, then back up, and a smile spreads across his lips.
âYou cooked for me?â He asks.
âI did! I hope you like it!â I say, pushing it towards him.
âThank you, I will if itâs your cooking.â He says as he takes it.Â
âYouâre welcome! I thought you might need a little pick me up after what happened yesterday.â I say as I roll my eyes with the thoughts of that thug.Â
As I'm thinking of that, for some reason, his face pops into my mind. Not the thug, but the other one. Jet black hair and two lip rings.Â
âNuna, are you ok? You look like a tomato, are you sick?â Minhyuk reaches out to touch my forehead.Â
A tomato? Why am I blushing? Why did his face appear in my mind and make me think ofâŠ
No. I must be crazy. I canât think of some stranger like that. Especially not some cocky gangster. If thereâs one thing I despise, Itâs cocky people. I mean, I have to admit, heâs very good looking but the cocky attitude is such a turn off. It really has been too long.
âNo.. no Iâm fine, itâs nothing.â I say as I take a step back towards my booth.Â
He looks at me seeming unsure but then just shrugs his shoulders and sits in front of me.Â
We enjoy our meal together, talking about everything and nothing. until the customers start showing up, he stands and attends to them. The rest of the staff arriving an hour later as per usual.Â
Minhyuk likes working alone to open the restaurant. He wants things set a certain way and doesn't trust anybody to do it the way he likes so he always comes in an hour early to prepare on his own. I call him my rock or rocky sometimes because of his personality. Iâm all over the place while heâs set and steady. I love our friendship. I couldnât ask for a better best friend.
The hours flew by as I sat there drawing on my tablet. Working on this series is demanding but very fun. The fans love it so even if itâs exhausting, I work hard for them. Thereâs nothing else Iâd rather be doing.
Jungkooks pov:
âYeah, Iâm headed there now.â I say to Yoongi on the phone.
âOk, weâll meet you in a couple hours. We have some things to take care of first.â He replies, knowing I know what âthingsâ he means.
I hang up and get on my motorcycle. I start to head towards the diner for lunch. The fact that a member of the hummingbirds was on our turf is bad news. They all know we donât step on each others land. Is he a rogue? Just doing it because he wants to? Is he a spy? Planted by Mr. Kim to keep an eye on me? Either way, I canât just let this slide. My boys will take care of it. I havenât eaten all day and Iâm starving.Â
I pull up to the diner and park my bike. Pulling off my helmet, I shake my hair to get rid of the helmet head. I sit there for a minute thinking of yesterday. Stop it Jungkook. Youâre here for food. Thatâs it.
I step off my bike and head for the door, opening it and walking inside. Minhyuk greets me, as usual and my eyes just scan the place. They then fall on the girl, sitting in the same booth, seemingly lost in her thoughts, staring at the tablet on the table.
I smile and walk towards her booth. I stand next to her, her eyes not moving from the tablet. I take a peak and see beautiful artwork. What looks like a webtoon in the making. A guy with black hair and a lip ring being drawn. A speech bubble saying âAnd what if I said I love you?â Coming from this character that was half drawn.Â
I laughed at the small resemblance and her eyes then shot up at me as she hurried to cover the screen.
âWell, hello again.â I said looking her in the eyes.
She just stared at me.
âI have to say, you draw very beautifully.â I say, meaning every word.Â
She continues to just stare.Â
âIs there something on my face?â I ask, bringing a hand up to touch my cheek.
âNo, Iâm just wondering why youâre talking to me.â She replies in a cold tone.
I pause, a little taken aback by her response. Should I really be surprised at this point?
âIs there a reason why I canât?â I respond, feeling my lips pull up in a smirk.
âApart from the fact that you donât know me?â She questions.
âI mean, we can change that.â I say as I step forward and sit in the booth across from her.
âHmm, Iâm ok thanks. As you can see, Iâm a little busy.â She says looking down at her tablet then back up at me.
This is the first time Iâve been rejected.Â
âWell, how about when youâre not busy?â I say.
âIâm always busy.â She replies firmly.
Wow, gotta accept rejection Jungkook.
This girl is definitely interesting. I put my hands up in mock surrender.
âIf you say so-â I stand and look down at her. âHave a nice day, pretty girl.â I say as I walk away to sit at another booth.
No means no. Even for me. However, this girl makes me want to keep trying.
Minhyuks pov:
I look from Jungkook, to Lia as they speak. I have no doubt that she wonât be interested based on how cocky Jungkook is. Knowing him and how competitive he is tho, he wonât just stop. However I also know he respects women, so itâs not like I have to step in. I watch her deny him just as I thought she would, and him walking away. From here I canât hear whatâs being said, however I do notice her blush as he walks away. I donât like it one bit but itâs none of my business. She can do what she wants.Â
My eyes follow him, my old friend, to the booth he chooses on the other side of the restaurant. I notice a smile on his face that looks different from his usual cocky grins. He looks deep in thought. Lia nunas attitude is not something heâs used to.Â
As I look at him, I notice his eyes on me. He waves me over to his table.Â
âWhat will it be Mr. Jeon?â I say taking out my pen and pad of paper to take his order.
âThe usual, but also, sit I want to talk to you. Also, stop with the Mr. Jeon. Weâre friends.â He says.
âWe were friends.â I reply, emphasizing the past tense.
Jungkook and I grew up together. Our parents were close friends and so we also were friends growing up. Not just friends but brothers. Until that day. I can never look at him the same way.
âCommon Minhyuk, I still donât understand why you hate me so much. Anyways, just take a seat please.â He asks.
I sigh feeling resigned and take a seat across from him. I look back at Lia and notice her lost in her world of drawing as usual. I smile then look back at the man in front of me.
âWhat is it?â I ask.
âThat girl over there, you said sheâs your friend right?â He says.
âI did.â I respond.
âIs she always that cold?â He replies.Â
This irritates me for some reason. Lia? Cold? Never. She is the warmest person I have ever met. Only to people she deems worthy however.
âThat depends on who you are to her.â I simply say.
âSo, no?â He catches onto my words quickly.
I stare at him unmoving.Â
âWhy doesnât she like me? Am I not her type?â He asks me, sneaking a peak at her from across the restaurant.Â
Actually speaking physically, he very much was her type. However Lia was always more focused on personality than looks. She might have liked the guy he used to be but she definitely would not like this version of him.
âWhy should I help you?â I respond feeling annoyed.
âOh common Minhyuk, Iâm just asking as an old friend. You said sheâs new to the area right? She must not have many friends. You know Iâm not a bad person.â He said looking down at his hands on the table.
Heâs right. Although I canât forgive him for that day, I know that heâs not a bad person. He just does what he has to do. I can hate him all I want but Jungkook has been through hell and back. There is a reason heâs changed. Deep inside, that guy I grew up with is probably still in there.
âFor the sake of our old friendship Iâll just tell you one thing Jeon. She hates your type.â I say honestly.Â
âOh now itâs just Jeon? How about Hyung like the old days?â He says smiling.
I stare at him unresponsive and he laughs.
âWhat exactly is my type?â He says a cocky grin on his face.
âThe cocky type. The type that thinks theyâre a gift to this world. She despises those type of people. Also, sheâs not easy. She has high standards and doesnât let just anyone into her inner circle.â I rise from my seat as I finish my statement and start to walk away.
âMinhyuk.â He calls my name.
I turn and look at him.
âYou really think Iâm like that?â He says looking at me. I see an emotion I havenât seen in him in a long time.
âLook in the mirror and ask yourself that question.â I say with a cold tone.
He looks down, a sad smile on his face.Â
âOne last thing. Whatâs her name?â He questions, looking up.
âYou can ask her that yourself hyung.â I say as I turn and walk away.
The Wolf and his Coyote - Part 4

Part 4! Things are starting to look up!
Summary; Jungkook is the leader of the biggest biker gang in Korea. He is never interested in people unless they can benefit him in some way. That is until he runs into a girl who is the only person who appears to not be afraid of him. New to Korea, Amalia is an artist who spends most of her days working on her comics at her friend Minhyuks diner who also happens to be Jungkooks favourite hang out spot. What will happen when Jungkooks, a man who's heart seems to be frozen in ice, interest is peeked for the first time since he can remember?
Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4
Pairing: Gang leader jk x Tsundere, artist Amalia
Rating: 18+ do not interact if you are a minor!
Word count: 2.3k
Genre: Biker gang bts, action, romance, there will be smut down the line, angst, violence, humour.
Warnings: potential triggers, signs of trauma, Jungkook is SMITTEN, mentions of past, motorcycle ride, voice raising, arguing.
Amalias pov:
The roaring sound of engines cut through my thoughts, effectively snapping me out of my hyper fixated state. I look out the window to my right and notice 6 guys on motorcycles pull up. As they take off their helmets one by one, I notice itâs the guys from yesterday. Jungkooks gang. I guess this is the end of my peaceful day.Â
Well, it had been very peaceful apart from the moment he decided to come talk to me. I still donât know what he wants with me. I wish he would just stay away. At least heâs not too pushy. Like him.
I shake my head, not letting those thoughts creep up on me. Youâre safe Amalia. Itâs all in the past now.
The doors to the diner fly open as one by one those guys start piling in. Starting with one handsome man, black, long hair, cat like eyes, resting bitch face. He looks around the restaurant for his âownerâ I assume. His eyes land on me as I look at him and he snickers before walking towards the other side of the restaurant as he spots Jungkook.Â
What was that? Anyways, itâs time for me to go. I start packing my tablet and research materials back into my bag. I finish my cup of tea that Min had brought me earlier and get up to let him know Iâm leaving.Â
The restaurant is pretty busy for dinner time so I just manage a wave as I step out and head towards my bus stop. The bus arrives not too long after that and I start my commute home.Â
The route is pretty long. I start with one bus, then a train and another bus. Itâs better than sitting at home by myself all day tho, so itâs worth it. I read a book with my headphones on as per usual. About 20 minutes later, I arrive at the train station. As I wait for my train, I hear an announcement being made so I move my headphones to the side to listen.
âTrain towards blue lines are all cancelled for the day due to technical issues, sorry for the inconvenience.â
Oh, well hell. I start to think of other ways to get home. A taxi would cost way too much from here for my broke butt. Itâs too far to walk as well. I wonder if thereâs other buses that lead close enough.Â
I start to walk towards the street, where all the buses are and scan the signs to see where they went. Ah, there is a bus that leads close to the other bus I have to take, however it only comes every hour. I look at the time and, of course, the last one left 6 minutes ago. I guess Iâll be waiting here for a while.Â
I sit at the stop by the street and take my book out again, getting ready for this long hour.Â
Jungkooks pov:
âIâll see you tomorrow.â I wave at my group before heading off on my bike.Â
The breeze hits my body as I zigzag through the streets of Seoul. As I drive, there only one thing going through my mind. âShe hates your typeâ. My type. What is my type? According to Minhyuk I have become self absorbed. It shows that he doesnât know me like he used to. Although the boy he knew is now dead and gone, I still donât really know the man I have become. All I know is the hatred I feel towards him.
I shake my head, attempting to shake off these negative thoughts and feelings, heading towards my usual patrol.Â
As I pass by the train station, I notice something that makes me instantly turn my bike around. Is that..?
I make my way back to the bus stop where a girl is resting her head on the side of the bus stop, sat on the bench with a book in her lap. As I approach her, I notice that it is indeed her. The girl from the diner. Minhyuks friend.
I park my bike in front of the stop, there being barely any cars that pass at this time, and walk up to her sleeping form. I look at her for a minute and she doesnât even flinch. I kneel down in front of her and look over her features. Long lashes, small but plump lips and a beauty mark right below her left eye.Â
She really is nothing special.
Then, her eyes suddenly shoot open, dropping the book in her hand and letting out a scream.Â
âHey hey, itâs just me.â I say, still on one knee before her.Â
I take my helmet off so she can see me more clearly.
She looks down at me and then at her surroundings as if analyzing the situation.Â
âWha- what time is it? Why is it dark? Why are you here?â She says as she pulls out her phone and checks the time.
âOh no! I missed the last bus!â She gets up frantically looking around.
I take my time standing and take a guess as to what had happened.
âWell considering you left the diner quite a while ago, Iâm guessing you fell asleep here waiting for your bus until now, did you not? As for why Iâm here, I was just driving by when I noticed you and just had to come say hello.â I say with a smile.
âWay to state the obvious.â She says as she rolls her eyes and sits back down.
She appears to be thinking, and as she said she missed her last bus, I guess she doesnât have a way home.
I roll my eyes right back at her before heading to my bike. I feel her eyes on the back of my head. I lift the seat, pull out my spare helmet and turn back to give it to her.
âHere, Iâll take you home.â I say.
âWhy would I trust a stranger with my address?â She says crossing her arms and legs and looking down.
âOh so you donât trust me with your address but you trust everyone else enough to fall asleep at a public bus stop?â I say, raising my voice.
I could see her visibly flinch as I did.Â
âWho are you to tell me what I can and canât do? You donât even know me!â She says, visibly upset.
I sigh and take a deep breath. Arguing with her will get us nowhere.
âLook, Iâm sorry I raised my voice. I know youâre new to town, but this area is very unsafe. Especially for woman. So when I saw you sleeping here without a care in the world for your safety I..â I cut myself off.
âYou what?â She asks, turning to look at me in the eyes for the first time.Â
âI know you probably wonât believe me considering what Minhyuk has probably said about me, but Iâm not a bad guy. I care about him a lot and youâre his friend. So no harm will come to you around me, ok?â I say truthfully, avoiding what I was going to say before.
She continues to sit there and stares at me. I see the gears shifting behind her scared eyes that she tried to pass off as anger.
âFine then, you can stay here.â I say as I turn to place the helmet back in my bike.Â
Then I feel a tug at my back. It takes me a moment, but I turn to see her looking at the floor with her hand grasping the hem of my leather jacket.
âIâm sorry. I just.. I..â She stuttered. I could tell she was trying to say something very difficult for her.
âIts ok, you donât have to tell me.â I said gently.
She nods and I turn to hand her the helmet. She takes it and puts it on like she already knows how.
âHave you ever been on a bike before?â I ask.
âI have. I can drive one too.â She says matter of factly.
My eyes grow wide as I stare at her in shock.
âWhat? Is it that shocking? Is it because Iâm a woman?â She says crossing her arms and staring me down.
âNo, I just⊠I didnât expect it.â I say while sheepishly rubbing the back of my neck. I quickly put on my helmet. Why does my face feel warm?
I get on my bike and look towards her. She still seems unsure, looking down and fidgeting with her hands.
âCommon, I donât bite.â I say, reaching my hand out towards her.
She looks at my hand for a few seconds before reaching out and taking it in hers.Â
My heart skips when our skin touches. What was that? Get a hold of yourself Jungkook.
She then comes closer and throws her leg over, taking a seat behind me. I feel her trying to push back and turn my head to see her grab a hold of the bars on the back.
I sigh in frustration.
âJust hold onto me please? Itâs much safer that way.â I say revving my engine.
âAre you sure?â She says shyly.
This girl goes from shy to attitude to shy in an instant huh?
I smile, âYes Iâm sure.â I reach back and wrap her hands around my waist.
With her front pressed against my back, I head off in the direction of her home.
As we drive through the streets, I feel her looking around as if my hometown is all new to her. I hear her little gasps as we come into view of beautiful sceneries. I could feel her loosen and tighten her grip on me as we turn and speed up and slow down. Itâs funny, I usually donât like people riding behind me but I donât mind it with her. Sheâs not purposely trying to grab a feel as she holds onto me, like the other girls Iâve taken for rides passing it off as just holding on for safety, no sheâs different. She keeps her hands tied together across my stomach and doesnât move them an inch.Â
We approach her street and I come to a full stop. Strangely, I feel slightly upset at having arrived already. She gets off first and then I do the same, kicking the stand up to park. I turn to see she has already taken off her helmet and has the widest smile on her face.
Woah. What a beautiful smile..Â
What was I just thinking? Snap out of it! Luckily, my helmet was still on.
Her hair blows in the breeze as she looks at me.
âThank you for the ride home. Itâs been a while since Iâve been on a motorcycle, I forgot how great it feels. Oh and Iâm sorry I was so rude.â She says while fiddling with her fingers.
I take my helmet off and give her a smile.Â
âDonât worry about it. Itâs good that you donât easily trust people. That intuition will keep you safe around these parts.â I say genuinely.
All of a sudden her eyebrows furrow as if she just thought of something.
âWait.. I never gave you my address. How did you know where I live?â She says while taking a step back.
Oh right. She still doesnât know I was there that night.
âYeah about that, I mean, I didnât want to just say I know where you live. Probably would have sounded creepy at the time.âÂ
âWell itâs sure creepy now, so can you answer my question?â She says with her hands on her hips.Â
I guess the attitude is back.
I laugh at her ever changing personality, which for some reason, I find adorable.
âThe truth is, these are the streets I usually patrol at this time a night. I donât know what Minhyuk has told you, but my gang is not like the usual gang. We like to watch over our city and keep the innocents safe.â She just stands there looking at me as if urging me to continue. So I do.
âOne night, I was patrolling as I usually do, when I crossed by this alley and saw a man following a girl. I was about to step in when suddenly, this girl turned and smacked the guy in the balls with her bag.â I laugh at that last part, still finding it funny.
I see her eyes light up in recognition.Â
âOh! You were there that night? I did find it odd that he didnât try to follow me.â She pondered with her hand on her chin.
âYeah, donât worry, he wonât be following you again.â I smirk.
She stares me down.Â
âWhat?â I ask.
âYou didnât kill him, did you?â She says.
I look at her, my eyes then turning serious.
âI donât kill people. Not unless I have to. Itâs not my place to take lives.â I say stuffing my hands in my pockets.Â
Although the question stings, I do understand why she would ask. I am the head of a gang after all. Itâs true that I donât like to kill people, but it would be a lie to say I never have.Â
âOk well, thanks again for the ride.â She pauses,â and for protecting me that night I guess.â She says, looking up at me.
She hands over the helmet.
âYouâre welcome.â I look down at her smiling softly.Â
âHave a good night.â She simply says as she starts walking down the alley towards her home.
âHey!â I say before she reaches her door.
She turns and looks at me with a questioning raised eyebrow.
âWhatâs your name?â I ask.
She looks at me for a moment before answering.
âItâs Amalia, but you can call me Lia. Consider that an honour.â With that, she turns and heads inside.
I can't help but laugh at her last comment.
Amalia.. thatâs a different name. I like the sound of it.
I start walking down the street, beginning my patrol. Unable to wipe this stupid smile off my face.









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