© hanjisdoll

Bloody fucking bastard.

You always knew there was something amiss with Heeseung, and no, it wasn't just best friend instincts. Yunjin was the prettiest girl you knew. And if Heeseung, asshole Heeseung had even a bit of common sense, he would've known that him dating Yunjin had been a glitch of the universe.

Who would even think of cheating on pretty, kind, cute Yunjin?

You slam the main door open in your thoughts, car keys ready in your hands before you stop. She would appreciate some snacks, you thought, she probably burnt a gazillion calories crying and analysing every inch of her relationship.

Getting in your car, you're on autopilot as you drive toward the supermarket, ready to storm in there and get her favourite seaweed-packs and yoghurt. (It's gross, you know, but she likes it so whatever)

After obtaining the goods, you almost speed over to her house. You check your bag.

Snacks, check.

Tissues, check.

Your anger, check.

You knock on her door, already predicting her state right now, and of course you were right. As she opens the door, you already feel yourself softening from your angry mood. Her eyes are bloodshot, her mascara ruined, nose red. She lunges forward, gripping you tight in a hug as she sobs into your shoulder.

"5 years, Y/N. 5 years he just threw away.." she mumbles into your shoulder.

You drop the bags of seaweed and yogurt onto the entryway floor, wrapping your arms tightly around her. The weight of her grief makes your chest ache, but also fuels the rage simmering under your skin. 5 years. 5 years of you putting up with his quiet, hard-to-read ass, convincing Yunjin he was the one for her, only for him to pull the ultimate ass move.

"I've got you," you murmur, rubbing her back as she shudders against you, slightly choking on her sobs. "I've got you, baby. Let it out."

After a solid few minutes of letting her ruin your shirt with mascara, you gently guide her into the living room and push her down onto the couch, handing her a fresh tissue from your bag while you rip open a pack of seaweed.

"Eat," you command softly, shoving the snack into her hand, knowing she would've "forgotten" to eat. "You need the fuel if we're going to properly curse his entire lineage. Now, tell me exactly what happened from the start. How did you catch the asshole ?"

Yunjin blows her nose, her shoulders shaking as she takes a ragged breath. "I... I went to that new upscale restaurant downtown, God's Menu, the one with the insane reservation list, because I wanted to surprise him for lunch." You held your breath, surely he wasn't fine-dining with his side chick there, was he? Cause that would be some crazy level of dedication.

"And I saw him, Y/N. He was sitting at a corner table with this gorgeous woman. She's everything I'm not." A smack from you at that.

"STOP HITTING ME! Anyway, they were leaning in close, whispering, and then... then she handed him an envelope, and he smiled. That smile, the one he only gives when he's happy. ." You nod, Yunjin had many times described Heeseung's smile in detail when they were dating, and you did NOT want to hear about it again. "Okay, and then?", you rush her.

She chokes on a sob, crumpling a piece of seaweed in her fist. "He looked up and his face went fucking pale. The face of someone who'd been fucking caught. I didn't even let him speak. I walked straight up to the table, threw my iced coffee right at his chest, and told him he was a disgusting, cheating liar before I stormed out!"

You leaned back a little bit. Hmm… No matter how much of an asshole Heeseung was, he wouldn't outright cheat on Yunjin… I've been seeing them for 5 years, and while he might be fucking slow, he WAS in love with Yunjin. Doesn't make sense.

"Wait… what did the woman look like?" you ask, a weird knot suddenly tying itself in your stomach.

Yunjin wipes her nose with a fresh tissue, hiccuping. "I don't know! She had short hair, totally effortlessly chic, wearing this oversized blazer. She looked like she could buy the whole restaurant. Honestly… I don't even blame Heeseung for taking a liking to her, if I swung the other way, I would totally do so too…."

Your heart stops.

Short hair, high-end restaurant. Fuck.

"Yunjin..." you start, your voice dropping an octave as a horrifying wave of realization washes over you. "Did this girl happen to have brown-ish hair? And was the envelope thick and kind of light green?"She blinks through her tear-clumped lashes, her sobbing coming to an abrupt halt.

"How... how do you know that? Did he post her on his story already?!" She gasps, her face twisting in anger "That absolute piece of-"

"No, baby, stop! Listen to me," you say, grabbing both of her shoulders to anchor her. "That wasn't a side chick, it's Chaewon."

Yunjin stares at you, blankly. "Who the fuck is Chaewon?"

"Kim Chaewon! My cousin's friend?"

She tilts her head. Obviously someone hadn't paid attention to your rants these days, too busy thinking aout her boyfriend.

"The one who works as a VIP concierge and luxury event planner?" Squeezing her shoulders, you desperately try to de-escalate the bomb that has clearly already detonated.

"She literally texted me 3 hours ago complaining about how she had to pull three different strings just to get a prime weekend booking at God’s Menu because the waitlist is six fucking months long."

Yunjin's mouth opens slightly, but no sound comes out.

"She told me some desperate, whipped boyfriend had been hounding her agency for weeks because he wanted to surprise his girlfriend for their five-year anniversary next month," you explain, watching the color drain from Yunjin’s face.

"I think she was meeting him at lunch today to hand deliver the reservation voucher in a secure envelope so the girlfriend wouldn't find it on his phone or email."

"And… I think that boyfriend might have been—"

"Heeseung", Yunjin finishes for you.

The silence in the living room becomes heavy.

"So... he wasn't cheating?" she whispers, her voice cracking.

"He was trying to get you into a restaurant you've been talking about visiting for the last two years, baby," you say gently, though a part of you is screaming. Yunjin didn't need to see that part though, she already looked like she was going to throw up.

She looks down at her hands, at the couch, and finally at you, her eyes wide with an entirely new kind of terror. The anger she had been harboring completely evaporates, leaving behind pure, unadulterated fear.

"I threw an iced americano at him," she whispers, horrified. "Y/N... I threw a full, sticky, 2-extra-shots iced americano at his chest. In public. In front of a concierge."

"Yeah..."

"AND I called him a disgusting, cheating liar."

"More than that, probably, if I know you."

"And then I blocked him and didn't even give him a chance to explain." Yunjin buries her face in her hands, letting out a groan. "Oh my god. Oh my god, I’m a monster. He’s going to break up with me. What do I do? Y/N, what do I do?!"She grabs the front of your shirt, shaking you desperately.

"I can't text him, I’m too embarrassed! I can't even look at his contact photo without wanting to throw up. You have to go fix this."

You blink. "Excuse me?"

"Please!" Yunjin begs, her eyes practically turning into saucers. "Meet him! Give him a formal apology. Tell him I’m a psychotic, insecure bitch who loves him and that I will cook him lasagna every single week! I literally cannot face him right now, Y/N, I will actually pass out from shame. And I really fucking can't look at his doe eyes. Might kill myself."

"20 bucks and I'll do it"

"Fuck that, I'll pay you 20 bucks an HOUR, just do it for me. Please"

There are a hundred ways to say 'I'm sorry,' but none of them are quite as awkward when you're being paid twenty dollars an hour to say it to a stranger.

It pays well though, you can't complain. And you're going to make sure Heeseung forgives Yunjin. Because goddamnit you reallly do not want to hear one more word about his "charming doe eyes and smile".

neighbour!chan who keeps his curtains half-open on purpose just so he can watch you walk around your apartment in those tiny shorts and tank tops after you get home from work. he tells himself he’s just “checking if you’re safe,” but his hand is already slipping into his sweatpants the second you bend over to grab something off the floor

neighbour!chan who times his evening runs so he “accidentally” bumps into you when you’re coming back from the gym, all sweaty and flushed. he loves the way your sports bra clings to your chest and how your breath hitches when he leans in a little too close to apologize, inhaling the scent of your skin

neighbour!chan who installed a ring camera on his balcony that just so happens to have the perfect angle into your living room. he jerks off to the footage later, moaning your name under his breath while rewatching the part where you stretch on the couch and your shirt rides up, showing your inner wear

neighbour!chan who “borrows” your packages from the lobby so he has an excuse to knock on your door. he always stays a little longer than necessary, eyes shamelessly dragging down your body while he asks you innocent questions about your day but iff you’re wearing anything thin, he’s hard before he even gets back to his apartment

neighbour!chan who jerks off with your stolen panties pressed against his face. he took them from your laundry basket when you left it in the hallway for a second. he cums so hard he sees stars, then carefully washes and returns them like the perfect neighbour

neighbour!chan who listens to you through the thin walls when you touch yourself at night. he matches your rhythm, biting his lip bloody to stay quiet, imagining it’s his fingers, his tongue, his cock making you moan like that instead :(

neighbour!chan who offers to help you “fix” things in your apartment just so he can stand behind you while you’re reaching for something, pressing his hard-on against your ass “accidentally”

neighbour!chan who has an entire private folder labeled “gym” that’s actually just pictures and videos of you. the way your tits bounce when you run on the treadmill, the sweat sliding down your neck, the little sounds you make when you’re tired… poor baby watches them on loop while fucking into his fist

neighbour!chan who leaves anonymous notes in your mailbox telling you how fucking hot you looked last night, how he wants to bury his face between your thighs and make you scream his name, just to see you look flushed. then he acts completely normal and sweet the next time he sees you, he can't get caught ofcourse

neighbour!chan who is one “come over for a drink” away from losing all control and bending you over his kitchen counter the second you step inside — especially after you’ve been dropping those little hints lately, like biting your lip while staring at his arms, wearing the shortest shorts when you know he’s around, and casually mentioning how you’ve been thinking about him at night in that breathy tone that makes his cock twitch instantly

neighbour!chan who keeps his curtains half-open on purpose just so he can watch you walk around your apartment in those tiny shorts and tank tops after you get home from work. he tells himself he’s just “checking if you’re safe,” but his hand is already slipping into his sweatpants the second you bend over to grab something off the floor

neighbour!chan who times his evening runs so he “accidentally” bumps into you when you’re coming back from the gym, all sweaty and flushed. he loves the way your sports bra clings to your chest and how your breath hitches when he leans in a little too close to apologize, inhaling the scent of your skin

neighbour!chan who installed a ring camera on his balcony that just so happens to have the perfect angle into your living room. he jerks off to the footage later, moaning your name under his breath while rewatching the part where you stretch on the couch and your shirt rides up, showing your inner wear

neighbour!chan who “borrows” your packages from the lobby so he has an excuse to knock on your door. he always stays a little longer than necessary, eyes shamelessly dragging down your body while he asks you innocent questions about your day but iff you’re wearing anything thin, he’s hard before he even gets back to his apartment

neighbour!chan who jerks off with your stolen panties pressed against his face. he took them from your laundry basket when you left it in the hallway for a second. he cums so hard he sees stars, then carefully washes and returns them like the perfect neighbour

neighbour!chan who listens to you through the thin walls when you touch yourself at night. he matches your rhythm, biting his lip bloody to stay quiet, imagining it’s his fingers, his tongue, his cock making you moan like that instead :(

neighbour!chan who offers to help you “fix” things in your apartment just so he can stand behind you while you’re reaching for something, pressing his hard-on against your ass “accidentally”

neighbour!chan who has an entire private folder labeled “gym” that’s actually just pictures and videos of you. the way your tits bounce when you run on the treadmill, the sweat sliding down your neck, the little sounds you make when you’re tired… poor baby watches them on loop while fucking into his fist

neighbour!chan who leaves anonymous notes in your mailbox telling you how fucking hot you looked last night, how he wants to bury his face between your thighs and make you scream his name, just to see you look flushed. then he acts completely normal and sweet the next time he sees you, he can't get caught ofcourse

neighbour!chan who is one “come over for a drink” away from losing all control and bending you over his kitchen counter the second you step inside — especially after you’ve been dropping those little hints lately, like biting your lip while staring at his arms, wearing the shortest shorts when you know he’s around, and casually mentioning how you’ve been thinking about him at night in that breathy tone that makes his cock twitch instantly

Bloody fucking bastard.

You always knew there was something amiss with Heeseung, and no, it wasn't just best friend instincts. Yunjin was the prettiest girl you knew. And if Heeseung, asshole Heeseung had even a bit of common sense, he would've known that him dating Yunjin had been a glitch of the universe.

Who would even think of cheating on pretty, kind, cute Yunjin?

You slam the main door open in your thoughts, car keys ready in your hands before you stop. She would appreciate some snacks, you thought, she probably burnt a gazillion calories crying and analysing every inch of her relationship.

Getting in your car, you're on autopilot as you drive toward the supermarket, ready to storm in there and get her favourite seaweed-packs and yoghurt. (It's gross, you know, but she likes it so whatever)

After obtaining the goods, you almost speed over to her house. You check your bag.

Snacks, check.

Tissues, check.

Your anger, check.

You knock on her door, already predicting her state right now, and of course you were right. As she opens the door, you already feel yourself softening from your angry mood. Her eyes are bloodshot, her mascara ruined, nose red. She lunges forward, gripping you tight in a hug as she sobs into your shoulder.

"5 years, Y/N. 5 years he just threw away.." she mumbles into your shoulder.

You drop the bags of seaweed and yogurt onto the entryway floor, wrapping your arms tightly around her. The weight of her grief makes your chest ache, but also fuels the rage simmering under your skin. 5 years. 5 years of you putting up with his quiet, hard-to-read ass, convincing Yunjin he was the one for her, only for him to pull the ultimate ass move.

"I've got you," you murmur, rubbing her back as she shudders against you, slightly choking on her sobs. "I've got you, baby. Let it out."

After a solid few minutes of letting her ruin your shirt with mascara, you gently guide her into the living room and push her down onto the couch, handing her a fresh tissue from your bag while you rip open a pack of seaweed.

"Eat," you command softly, shoving the snack into her hand, knowing she would've "forgotten" to eat. "You need the fuel if we're going to properly curse his entire lineage. Now, tell me exactly what happened from the start. How did you catch the asshole ?"

Yunjin blows her nose, her shoulders shaking as she takes a ragged breath. "I... I went to that new upscale restaurant downtown, God's Menu, the one with the insane reservation list, because I wanted to surprise him for lunch." You held your breath, surely he wasn't fine-dining with his side chick there, was he? Cause that would be some crazy level of dedication.

"And I saw him, Y/N. He was sitting at a corner table with this gorgeous woman. She's everything I'm not." A smack from you at that.

"STOP HITTING ME! Anyway, they were leaning in close, whispering, and then... then she handed him an envelope, and he smiled. That smile, the one he only gives when he's happy. ." You nod, Yunjin had many times described Heeseung's smile in detail when they were dating, and you did NOT want to hear about it again. "Okay, and then?", you rush her.

She chokes on a sob, crumpling a piece of seaweed in her fist. "He looked up and his face went fucking pale. The face of someone who'd been fucking caught. I didn't even let him speak. I walked straight up to the table, threw my iced coffee right at his chest, and told him he was a disgusting, cheating liar before I stormed out!"

You leaned back a little bit. Hmm… No matter how much of an asshole Heeseung was, he wouldn't outright cheat on Yunjin… I've been seeing them for 5 years, and while he might be fucking slow, he WAS in love with Yunjin. Doesn't make sense.

"Wait… what did the woman look like?" you ask, a weird knot suddenly tying itself in your stomach.

Yunjin wipes her nose with a fresh tissue, hiccuping. "I don't know! She had short hair, totally effortlessly chic, wearing this oversized blazer. She looked like she could buy the whole restaurant. Honestly… I don't even blame Heeseung for taking a liking to her, if I swung the other way, I would totally do so too…."

Your heart stops.

Short hair, high-end restaurant. Fuck.

"Yunjin..." you start, your voice dropping an octave as a horrifying wave of realization washes over you. "Did this girl happen to have brown-ish hair? And was the envelope thick and kind of light green?"She blinks through her tear-clumped lashes, her sobbing coming to an abrupt halt.

"How... how do you know that? Did he post her on his story already?!" She gasps, her face twisting in anger "That absolute piece of-"

"No, baby, stop! Listen to me," you say, grabbing both of her shoulders to anchor her. "That wasn't a side chick, it's Chaewon."

Yunjin stares at you, blankly. "Who the fuck is Chaewon?"

"Kim Chaewon! My cousin's friend?"

She tilts her head. Obviously someone hadn't paid attention to your rants these days, too busy thinking aout her boyfriend.

"The one who works as a VIP concierge and luxury event planner?" Squeezing her shoulders, you desperately try to de-escalate the bomb that has clearly already detonated.

"She literally texted me 3 hours ago complaining about how she had to pull three different strings just to get a prime weekend booking at God’s Menu because the waitlist is six fucking months long."

Yunjin's mouth opens slightly, but no sound comes out.

"She told me some desperate, whipped boyfriend had been hounding her agency for weeks because he wanted to surprise his girlfriend for their five-year anniversary next month," you explain, watching the color drain from Yunjin’s face.

"I think she was meeting him at lunch today to hand deliver the reservation voucher in a secure envelope so the girlfriend wouldn't find it on his phone or email."

"And… I think that boyfriend might have been—"

"Heeseung", Yunjin finishes for you.

The silence in the living room becomes heavy.

"So... he wasn't cheating?" she whispers, her voice cracking.

"He was trying to get you into a restaurant you've been talking about visiting for the last two years, baby," you say gently, though a part of you is screaming. Yunjin didn't need to see that part though, she already looked like she was going to throw up.

She looks down at her hands, at the couch, and finally at you, her eyes wide with an entirely new kind of terror. The anger she had been harboring completely evaporates, leaving behind pure, unadulterated fear.

"I threw an iced americano at him," she whispers, horrified. "Y/N... I threw a full, sticky, 2-extra-shots iced americano at his chest. In public. In front of a concierge."

"Yeah..."

"AND I called him a disgusting, cheating liar."

"More than that, probably, if I know you."

"And then I blocked him and didn't even give him a chance to explain." Yunjin buries her face in her hands, letting out a groan. "Oh my god. Oh my god, I’m a monster. He’s going to break up with me. What do I do? Y/N, what do I do?!"She grabs the front of your shirt, shaking you desperately.

"I can't text him, I’m too embarrassed! I can't even look at his contact photo without wanting to throw up. You have to go fix this."

You blink. "Excuse me?"

"Please!" Yunjin begs, her eyes practically turning into saucers. "Meet him! Give him a formal apology. Tell him I’m a psychotic, insecure bitch who loves him and that I will cook him lasagna every single week! I literally cannot face him right now, Y/N, I will actually pass out from shame. And I really fucking can't look at his doe eyes. Might kill myself."

"20 bucks and I'll do it"

"Fuck that, I'll pay you 20 bucks an HOUR, just do it for me. Please"

There are a hundred ways to say 'I'm sorry,' but none of them are quite as awkward when you're being paid twenty dollars an hour to say it to a stranger.

It pays well though, you can't complain. And you're going to make sure Heeseung forgives Yunjin. Because goddamnit you reallly do not want to hear one more word about his "charming doe eyes and smile".