bloody thorns,

Sunhwa’s eyebrows rose at Zach’s words; she had known he would go deeper into acting before, even if he wasn’t good at it. He had the popularity and looks for it, the rest would be handled by fangirls. It didn’t actually bother Sunhwa at all, because she knew about Zach’s life and how it would be, after all those years of friendship. “I don’t really care about media or whatever, actually,” she started, letting her hair fall behind her so she can look at the model clearly. “I’ll support you by laughing at your dramas.” She smiled lightly, still feeling like this might be a fleeting moment.

Zacharie hated being forced to act, sometimes even purposefully being an impossible asshole on set jsut for the off-chance that they would send him home. Part of the reason was that he knew how terrible he was at it, and the other was his absolute refusal to have anything to do with his father. People kept in on anyway, putting up with his problematic behaviour as long as they kept a pretty boy cast. “I’d actually much rather you didn’t watch at all,” he sighed, “The next thing you know, they’ll be shoving me into one of my father’s films. I’d sooner kill myself.”

“I’ll want to watch, though, even if you don’t want me to,” she murmured, smiling lightly. She would at least want to see his face, even if it would be on the screen and not next to her. As long as he didn’t kiss anyone or... She shook away the jealousy and looked at the man in front of her. “We’ll run away together if that happens, rather than you doing something to yourself.”

Sunhwa looked at the man in front of her eyes with a small sense of despair. He doesn’t know, the voice in her head supplied helpfully, yet she knew she couldn’t let go even if it meant the end of her. She didn’t deserve him, she didn’t deserve the happiness he brought in her life. It was for obvious he didn’t deserve the sadness she had brought about, but how could she step away from this person that meant world to her? 

It was like a brief moment of calmness and Zacharie did his best to forget the pain of the past few months, the argument that had erupted just before and the itching of his hands for aggression. His nose brushed against her skin, slowly inhaling her sweet scent. He missed that and, honestly, hoped that she would forever be his but happiness was fleeting and he knew not to count on it. “I missed you too,” Zacharie responded, kissing her cheek, “More than you can imagine.”

Sunhwa’s eyebrows rose at Zach’s words; she had known he would go deeper into acting before, even if he wasn’t good at it. He had the popularity and looks for it, the rest would be handled by fangirls. It didn’t actually bother Sunhwa at all, because she knew about Zach’s life and how it would be, after all those years of friendship. “I don’t really care about media or whatever, actually,” she started, letting her hair fall behind her so she can look at the model clearly. “I’ll support you by laughing at your dramas.” She smiled lightly, still feeling like this might be a fleeting moment.

Who’s the real you? The person who did something awful, or the one who’s horrified by the awful thing you did? Is one part of you allowed to forgive the other?

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Sunhwa wiped the wetness off as much as she could, but the uncomfortable feeling lingered. She huffed lightly as she fixed her hair, listening to the guy while he talked. “Oh, that’s why I have seen you before. I guess you’re around here often?” She asked, letting the towel stay around her shoulders as she looked at the man-boy standing in front of her. 

“We do a lot of service… I mean not just funeral, but marriages and other kind of ceremonies you know, it’s cheaper to drag us along than ask someone else anyway.” She might not want a change but dam his shoulders are really getting cold by now. “You sure? Well just tell me if you change your mind.” He took off his cassock in one swift motion. 

“Funerals are my thing, actually, literally.” She laughed lightly, playing with the hem of her jacket. “I arrange them, I attend them, I take care of them. You get used to it.” She looked at the door with a small smile that lingered on her lips before she let out a sigh. It wasn’t easy, though. Getting used to death meant you gave up a lot of things in your head. She then shook her head and looked up at the young man. “Ah, true. The family are great people but well, the situation...” She shrugged lightly, indicating the state of the family was obvious from the cries that came from the funeral. It was always painful to hear those.

She couldn’t help the way her eyes widened at his words, her lips reaching for his as he leaned in. The way their lips moved together made her heart jump in her chest, her hands reaching to pull him closer to her. She sincerely hoped that it wasn’t a dream and she wasn’t going to wake up in her bed, alone. It scared her, losing Zach again and making him upset. 

There had been countless nights that he’d dreamed of kissing her, holding her in his arms and refusing to ever part. For months, Zacharie had thought that it wouldn’t be possible, that he might never feel that sense of bliss again, but here she was. He ran his fingers lightly through her hair, brushed stray strands away from her eyes to get a better look at her – thin, sad but beautiful. Always beautiful.

Sunhwa looked at the man in front of her eyes with a small sense of despair. He doesn’t know, the voice in her head supplied helpfully, yet she knew she couldn’t let go even if it meant the end of her. She didn’t deserve him, she didn’t deserve the happiness he brought in her life. It was for obvious he didn’t deserve the sadness she had brought about, but how could she step away from this person that meant world to her? 

Sunhwa blinked dumbly when Zach pushed her down on the couch, her throat tightening as she tried to comprehend what was happening. Was Zach..? She looked at the model’s face, her expression clearly showing her shock. “I would still want to be with you, because there’s not one thing about you that I hate.” She replied seriously, though the words bothered her deeply. She couldn’t help it when she continued. “Though, I’d try to stop you from doing those unhealthy things, for sure.” She nodded lightly.

Having Sunhwa around in the past did change him for the better – although ever arrogant and defensive, Zacharie had learnt that he was capable of being a decent person. For now though, he doubted that she could fix him. He didn’t even want to be fixed. Not when he was still unsure if she would leave again. “You’re really fucking good at that, you know? Keeping secrets from me,” he responded, voice hushed and their faces were inches away, “Though I’m not one to talk either. Isn’t that just we we do? We keep secrets, we fuck up trying to make things work.”

She couldn’t help the way her eyes widened at his words, her lips reaching for his as he leaned in. The way their lips moved together made her heart jump in her chest, her hands reaching to pull him closer to her. She sincerely hoped that it wasn’t a dream and she wasn’t going to wake up in her bed, alone. It scared her, losing Zach again and making him upset. 

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“Are you seriously keep insulting me even though you told me not to leave?” She asked him incredulously, her hands falling to her sides idly. Her eyes followed the smoke that left his lips, her head aching from all the confusion she felt in that moment. She didn’t know if it would be better if she left. She had done the worst thing she could have done, already. She wanted to make sure Zach continued without a hitch, but that seemed like a far reach, seeing the situation. She took a step forward, “You can’t act for shit, Zach. I know you.”

“If I wanted to insult you, you’d have broken down already,” he grumbled, taking another deep inhalation of the cigarette, “So quit complaining when I’m actually being nice.” Even in only the past two weeks, there had been a countless number of girls he’d reduced to tears. Not necessarily out of heartbreak, though that was common too, but out of the sheer brutality of his sharp words. Zacharie could be cruel. It was just that Sunhwa had never been made aware of it.

“I know we were perfect, Zach, but I am not good enough for you, even if I want to hold onto you.” She replied silently, her eyes meeting his for a moment and she felt her heart beat painfully in her chest. He still had this power over her. He meant the world, and if he wanted it, she would get the moon for him. That was the reason why she had ran away. She was scared of how strongly she felt for him, even if their relationship was not defined. She was so scared of losing him or hurting him that she had managed exactly that. 

Sunhwa was quick to wipe away her tears, but sobs didn’t stop even as her tears did. She took in a shaky breath, frowning at Zach. “I am not crying so you’ll forgive me when I know I don’t deserve it.” She replied with fever, even if her anger was at herself. She let out a sigh, but the bang from the side made her flinch once again. Her eyes snapped to where Zach’s fist had connected with the wall, her lips falling open. Her surprise having taken over, she stood there without a word. 

His hand ached, but he’d be damned if he’s let his ex-girlfriend mother him – an ex-girlfriend, was that even the right term for the situation? He cursed himself and his ambiguous relations. “Don’t flatter yourself,” he lied, “I’m the same jackass I’ve always been. All you had to do was stop being around to see through that knightly image you had of me.” Rummaging through one of his drawers, he finally found a new packet of cigarettes and a lighter – it would hold him off for now. With the stick between his lips, he lit up casually before inhaling.

“Are you seriously keep insulting me even though you told me not to leave?” She asked him incredulously, her hands falling to her sides idly. Her eyes followed the smoke that left his lips, her head aching from all the confusion she felt in that moment. She didn’t know if it would be better if she left. She had done the worst thing she could have done, already. She wanted to make sure Zach continued without a hitch, but that seemed like a far reach, seeing the situation. She took a step forward, “You can’t act for shit, Zach. I know you.”

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