jay stared at him, eyebrows pinched slightly. “a gesture? hee… she’s not just some friend. you know what they were.”

heeseung sighed, adjusting his tie. “they’re long over it, though. sunghoon’s moved on—he’s literally getting married later. inviting her shows there’s no bad blood. it’s just mature.”

jay hesitated for a long second.

“...man, i don’t know….” he muttered, shaking his head. his thumb scrolled through the other names on the list.

“dude, it’s okay,” heeesung said firmly, patting jay’s shoulder. “let it go.”

——

“shit—i’m nervous as hell.” sunghoon muttered, running a hand through his carefully styled hair. “this… fuck, this is really happening.”

the waiting room felt too small. the groom paced back and forth near the window, tugging at his collar even though it was perfectly fitted. the ceremony was starting in fourty minutes—his heart wouldn’t stop racing. 

jake watched him from the couch, eyebrow raised. “you good?”

“yeah—just—just nervous,” he sighed, putting his hands on his hips. 

jake stood up and walked over, placing a hand on his shoulder. “hey, it’s okay—big day and all. you’ve been through a lot, but you’re here now! you’re doing it, man!”

sunghoon let out a shaky breath, staring at the floor.

jake studied him for a second, then lowered his voice. his eyebrows furrowed in concern, jake was the best man, after all. “alright, look… do you need a hit? cig or something? just to take the edge off real quick.”

damn it—sunghoon was supposed to stop. but it’s so fucking hard. 

he didn’t even hesitate. “fuck, sure.”

they slipped out a side door that led to a quiet courtyard behind the venue. the evening air was cool, and the distant sound of guests and crews chatting inside felt muffled. jake handed him a cigarette and lighter, then clapped his shoulder.

“don’t take too long, yeah? i’ll cover for you.”

jake disappeared back inside.

he closed the glass doors.

sunghoon sighed before lighting the cigarette with unsteady fingers, taking a long drag. the smoke burned his lungs, but it didn’t calm the storm in his chest. he closed his eyes, leaning against the stone wall.

damn.

he’s really getting married today. 

in less than an hour, he would stand in front of everyone and make things official—vows, rings, signatures, the whole forever shit. a few minutes that would last the rest of his life. 

the thought made his stomach twist. every inhale of smoke felt heavier, like it was stuffing and pressing down on the weight already crushing him. 

sunghoon took another drag, longer this time, holding it longer than usual. the tip of the cigarette glowed bright orange in the dim courtyard light as he exhaled slowly, watching the smoke curl up and disappear into the night air.

this was supposed to be the happiest day of his life.

so why did it feel like he was standing at the edge of something… irreversible?

there’s no way he was getting cold feet on his wedding day. no, no—this was a normal feeling, wasn’t it? people get nervous all the time. sooha and him had planned this for months—almost a year. 

it’s fine.

he ran a hand through his hair, messing up the styled strands. his mind wouldn’t stop spinning. 

would things be different if it was with—

“sunghoon?”

he opened his eyes.

you were standing there, frozen a few meters away, holding a small gift bag. the silk, rose champagne dress hugged you nicely, in all the way he remembered. you froze the second your eyes met. 

sunghoon’s heart dropped to his tummy.

“...yn?”

your lips parted in surprise. “what are you doing here?” your voice came out quiet, almost hesitant. the wind almost took it away from him. 

he let out a weak, breathless laugh, smoke slipping past his lips. “i needed some air. couldn’t stay in there anymore.”

the silence that followed was heavy and awkward. you shifted on your pretty heels, glancing back toward the venue door like you wanted to escape. sunghoon couldn’t stop staring at you.

you’ve gotten prettier since the last time he saw you—almost 5 years ago. you looked beautiful, still the most beautiful girl he’d ever laid eyes on. and your eyes—behind those glittery eyelids, your eyes were glassier. 

he hated how familiar this felt. 

right, you thought.

“...i should go back insid—” you started softly. 

“wait.”

sunghoon stepped forward without thinking and gently grabbed your wrist. the moment his fingers touched your skin, something electric shot through both of you. he pulled you aside quickly without thinking twice, around the corner behind a tall flowering hedge where the lights didn’t quite reach.

just like all those secret nights before.

his eyes wouldn’t leave your face.

“why did you—? sunghoon,” your eyebrows pinched slightly, but you didn’t pull away your hand. “you’re smoking again.” 

a low, bitter chuckle slipped out of him, smoke curling between the two of you. he looked down at the glowing cigarette between his fingers, then back at you with heavy, longing eyes.

“it’s hard,” he admitted quietly. “if i don’t smoke… i think about you instead. and that’s a much worse habit.”

the words hung in the cool night. your breath caught, and for a second, neither of you spoke. sunghoon took another slow drag, but his gaze never left yours. 

it’s a lie, really. it didn’t matter if sunghoon smoked or not—because you were always on his mind. nonetheless. 

you averted your gaze, bringing your arms up to hug yourself. the champagne dress suddenly felt too thin under his stare.

“what are you talking about…” you whispered, voice shaky. “don’t be ridiculous, sunghoon. you’re getting married… you’re—you’re getting married.”

the cigarette burned between his fingers as he flicked the ash away, stepping just a little closer—not enough to touch, but enough that you could feel the warmth from his body.

“yeah, i am.” he said lowly, his fingers itching to cup your face. “doesn’t stop me from standing here wishing i wasn’t, though.”

your eyes flicked back up to his. there it was—that quiet pull. that look in your eyes was the same one you had five years ago when you were tucked underneath him, begging him to please give you a second chance.

you shouldn’t have come—but it still wouldn’t stop sunghoon from wishing he was married to somebody else today.

“sunghoon—just,” your voice cracked. you took a shaky breath, hugging yourself tighter. “just stop it. i’m here today because heeseung invited me, okay? i wasn’t even going to come at first—but i… i just wanted to see you off. properly. that’s all.”

sunghoon frowned, his expression darkened. the cigarette was long forgotten on the ground. he stepped even closer until the space between you felt almost nonexistent. 

“really?” he breathed, voice low and edging with something painful. “really, yn? you’ll just watch and let me get married to another woman that’s not you?”

the words hit hard. your lips parted, but nothing came out. before you could find your voice and the words to say, sunghoon’s hand moved—cuppung your face with a gentleness that didn’t match the look in his eyes. his thumb brushed your cheek once, then he backed you up until your shoulders met the cool stone wall behind.

your breath hitched. his other hand pressed flat against the wall beside your head, caging you in. he was so close you could smell the cigarette smoke, mixed with his cologne and his nervous sweat under his expensive tux.

“is that it, yn?” he whispered, forehead nearly resting against yours. his eyes dropped to your lips, fingers brushing your skin. “tell me right now that you’re fine watching me marry her—that we didn’t spend years loving and giving each other our firsts—and i’ll go.”

but you didn’t say anything. your hands trembled at your sides, fingers brushing against the front of his tux like you wanted to push him away, but couldn’t do it.

sunghoon leaned in slowly. so slowly. his nose brushed yours. his lips hovered just a breath away from your own, close enough that you could almost taste him. close enough that one tiny movement would close the gap and ruin everything. 

your eyes fluttered shut. his grip on your face tightened just a fraction.

“hm, yn? tell me you don’t love me anymore.”

the silence stretched for two heartbeats. 

then your fingers curled into his tie. you gripped the silk tightly, and slowly pulled him down. your voice came out shaky, barely above a whisper, but shattered what was left of his control.

“... what are you going to do if i still do?”

that was all it took.

sunghoon crashed his lips into yours with a wrecked sound, kissing like a man who was drowning and you were the only air left in his lungs. there was nothing gentle about it—it wasn’t a gentle, romantic, reunion kiss, it was years of guilt, longing, and frustration poured out as he tilted your head back against the stone wall and deepened the kiss instantly.  

his tongue slid against yours, hungry and familiar, while one hand slid down to grip your waist, pulling your body flush against his.

you kissed him back just as desperately, tugging harder on his tie like you could keep him here. a soft, broken whimper escaped your throat and he swallowed it whole, pressing you harder into the wall.

the taste of smoke and mint on his tongue was making your head spin. his body was burning against yours, the crisp tux doing nothing to hide how badly he wanted you.

after a few heated seconds, sunghoon suddenly pulled back just enough to speak, breathing ragged against your lips.

“not here,”

before you could respond, he grabbed your hand and pulled you along with him. he moved fast, leading you through a different back door further down the courtyard. it was a room used for wedding preparations—folded chairs stacked against the wall, extra table linens, vases, and a wooden table in the centre.

the door clicked shut.

the second it closed, sunghoon was on you again.

he pushed you up against the nearest wall, kissing even harder than before now that you both had your privacy. both of his hands were on your waist now, sliding down to grip your hips as he pressed his body into yours. 

you moaned softly into his mouth, hands flying up to his hair, ruining his wedding hair. he groaned at the feeling, the sound vibrating down your body.

“fuck, i missed you,” he muttered between kisses, barely pulling away long enough to speak. he wanted to make it up for all the time he couldn’t kiss you. “missed you s’much.”

with a low groan in his throat, sunghoon grabbed the back of your thighs and lifted you effortlessly. you gasped and instantly wrapped your arms around his neck. he set you down on the edge of the wooden table, stepping between your legs and pulling you right to the edge so your bodies were flush again.

the champagne dress rode up your thighs as he pressed closer, hands roaming up your sides, mouth never leaving yours.

sunghoon pulled back from the kiss just enough to look at you—lips swollen, eyes glossy, chest heaving. the sight of you like this snapped the last thread of whatever nonexistent control he had left.

without a word, he pushed you down.

his hand pressed firmly against your chest, guiding you until your back met the white tablecloth. you gasped softly as you laid flat, the movement made your dress ride up higher on your thighs, and sunghoon didn’t waste a second.

he stayed standing between your legs, eyes dark and hungry as they raked over you. his hands slid up your thighs, pushing the dress higher until it bunched around your waist. 

“fuck… look at that,” he breathed, fingers hooked into the waistband of your white lace panties—much like his future wife’s dress—then slowly dragged them down your legs. sunghoon shoved it in his pocket. 

you were completely exposed to him now, laid out on the table like a feast. 

you’re so wet, it’s glistening. you’re so wet for him.

sunghoon’s hands gripped your thighs, spreading them wider. your pussy twitched at the cool air hitting your soaked folds, and the sight made a guttural sound rumble in his chest.

“shit, yn…” he whispered, dripping with lust. “look how wet you are. and you’re telling me to stop?”

he didn’t wait for an answer. 

the groom leaned in and dragged his tongue slowly up your slit, collecting and scooping every drop of your arousal with a hungry groan. the moment his warm tongue touched your clit, your back arched off the table. he wrapped his lips around the sensitive bud and sucked, flicking it with the tip of his tongue at the same time.

“sunghoon!” 

one of your hands flew to his hair, gripping the dark strands tightly as he devoured you. he was relentless—licking, sucking, burying his face deeper between your thighs like he wanted to drown in your taste. the wet obscene sounds of his mouth against your pussy filled the small storage room, mixing with your broken moans.

sunghoon pulled back for just a second, lips shiny with your slick, and spat directly at your opening before diving back in messier. his tongue pushed inside you, fucking you with it—thrusting his muscle back and forth like a dick as his nose rubbed against your clit like a dog. 

he looked up at you through his lashes, lips glistening. 

“you taste so fucking good,” he rasped, the vibration making you whimper. “missed eating you out like this all the time.” 

your legs started shaking around his head. sunghoon tightened his grip, forcing your thighs open wider as he ate you like a man who was unsure when else he’d have this.

he flattened his tongue and licked along, slow stripes up your entire cunt before focusing back on your clit, sucking and flicking until your hips were grinding against his face. your back arched on the table.

“s—sunghoon—! hoonie—fuck!”

your thighs clamped around his head but he forced them open again, groaning into your pussy as he felt you trembling. he inserted his two fingers and began thrusting them back and forth—curling his digits while sucking on your clit till your whole body seized up.

you came hard on his tongue with a broken cry, hips jerking against his face as pleasure crashed through you. sunghoon didn’t stop—he kept licking and fingering you through it, drawing out every last shake and whimper until you were gasping, tears slipping from the corners of your eyes.

he stood up straight between your legs, quickly unbuckling his belt and unzipping his tux pants. his cock sprang out, hard and leaking as he stoked himself, eyes locked on you. 

when was the last time he’s gotten this hard?

sunghoon swallowed the lump in his throat, positioning his cock right between your folds where he slid the head between them back and forth. but before he pushed in, he leaned in slightly, sucking the inside of his cheek.

“...why didn’t you reply to me?” he whispered, chest heaving. “five years. i texted you, emailed you—reached out so many fucking times… and you just disappeared. if you still love me, why didn’t you tell me?”

you were breathing heavily from your orgasm, dress bunched around your waist, legs wrapped loosely around him. you looked up at sunghoon with glassy eyes.

“because we can’t be together, hoonie,” you breathed, voice cracking. “we… this… it was doomed from the beginning. we both knew that.”

his jaw clenched. 

“i don’t wanna hear that shit right now,” he hissed, then pushed inside you in one deep thrust.

you both moaned aloud as he buried himself to the hilt, your walls still pulsing from your orgasm. he didn’t give you time to adjust—started fucking you hard, the wooden table creaking under every brutal snap of his hips. 

sunghoon was getting married today, but he was still stuck up on the girl who made him felt like the world was his five years ago.

the groom leaned to kiss his ex-lover messily as he pounded into you, one hand gripping your thigh, the other tangled in your hair. the sound of skin slapping skin filled the storage room. 

“ah—ngh—!” you moaned, all high pitch and lewd as he fucked you hard and deep. your arms extended to loosely wrap around his neck, kissing him back just as needy.

sunghoon pulled back to rest his forehead against yours. “it’s because of him, isn’t it?”

you whimpered when the tip of his cock kissed your cervix. sunghoon snapped his hips harder.

“intak. it’s because of that fuckass intak—because you were guilty you were cheating on intak the whole time you were with me?”

your eyes widened, a broken whimper escaped your lips when he kept hitting that soft, good spot inside you that made your toes curl. “w—wait, wait—hah!”

sunghoon didn’t stop. he fucked you with punishing, jealous, deep thrusts as he spoke through his gritted teeth.

“i knew, baby. i always fucking knew. i didn’t care—i told you i didn’t care. i wanted you so bad i was willing to share you if that’s what it took… i kept hoping you’d finally choose me and leave him—but you never did.”

he thrust particularly hard, making the table legs scrape against the floor. it was hard to reply. it was hard to form words—not when each time sunghoon railed you deep, the words in your brain scattered like dominos and your mouth could only form moans and his name.

“you loved us both, didn’t you?” his voice cracked with bitterness and lust. sunghoon loved you more—he knew that. he knew he loved you more than intak could ever. even after five years, he doubted intak ever knew he was being double two–timed. 

“you left me cause you were guilty you couldn’t pick. instead of saying anything… you just disappeared. i could’ve—i would’ve—”

a particularly rough snap of his hips made you cry out, your nails digging into his broad, toned shoulders through his shirt. tears were slipping down your temples now, from pleasure, pain, years of guilt, and the fact that he just called you out like that.

sunghoon’s rhythm faltered for a second as he watched a tear fall. he leaned in and licked it off your skin before kissing you messily. “—i would’ve waited.”

he pulled almost all the way out and slammed back in, making you cry out his name. 

“but tell me how the fuck we’re supposed to be done when your pussy is still squeezing me like this.” 

sunghoon kept fucking you deep, hips rolling into yours with long, possessive strokes. the anger in his voice was still there, but it was melting into something heavier. 

“i’m sorry…” you choked out between moans, clinging to him. “hoonie, i’m so sorry—i didn’t know what to do then. i hurt you… and i couldn’t face it anymore. i’m so fucking sorry—”

“shh,” he cut you off. 

he slowed his thrusts, turning them into deep, sensual, intimate rolls that made you feel every inch, every texture of him. he leaned down, pressing his forehead to yours, eyes locked on you as he moved inside. 

“it doesn’t matter anymore,” he murmured against your lips. “i’ve missed you so much. you make up for everything that happened.”

sunghoon kissed you slowly, deeply, swallowing your whimpers as he rocked into you. one of his hands slid under your back to pull you closer so your chests were pressed together. the other cradled the side of your face, thumb brushing your tears. 

his lips moved from your mouth to your jaw, then down your neck where he sucked gentle marks into your skin like a proof he was here with you. he was here with you while waiting to be called up to the church. 

“i still love you,” the groom murmured against your throat, burying himself to the hilt, just feeling you pulse around him. “i never stopped.”

you wrapped your arms around his neck as you held him close.

“you were supposed to be my wife—you’re supposed to be wearing that wedding dress today.”

the words hit you like a knife. before you could even respond, he straightened up, pulling out of you almost completely before slamming back in with a brutal thrust. 

a sharp cry tore from your throat. 

he grabbed both your legs, folding them up and pressing them toward your chest. with one arm, he hooked them over his left shoulder, nearly bending you in half on the table. the new angle made him sink so much deeper that your eyes rolled back.

then sunghoon started fucking you hard again.

the sound of skin slapping skin echoed loudly in the small storage room as he railed into you, eyes locked on your face the entire time. 

“shit—” he groaned, sweat dripping down his temple, hair completely ruined. “you’re supposed to be my wife.”

every thrust was possessive and heartbroken. your mouth fell open in a silent scream of pleasure, hands scrambled—one gripping his arm, the other clawing at the white tablecloth. 

sunghoon reached into the inner pocket of his tux jacket with his free hand, pulling out a small velvet box—the ring he was supposed to give jake, the best man, to hold during the ceremony.

he didn’t even hesitate. 

while still fucking you mercilessly, he opened the box with his teeth, took out the beautiful diamond ring meant for his bride, sooha, and grabbed your left hand.

“hoonie—!” you gasped, eyes wide. you weren’t sure what to feel about it.

he slid the ring onto your finger, watched as it sat perfectly on your ring finger like it should have been.

“you’re mine,” he growled, pounding into you even harder, the ring glinting under the dim light with every thrust. you squeezed around his cock harder, the guilt turning into pleasure real quick. “—i’m yours too, baby. i’ve never stopped being.”

“this is your ring, this should’ve been your ring.”

your walls clenched hard around him at his words, a broken sob–moan ripping out of you as another orgasm started building dangerously fast. the sight of his fiance’s ring on your finger while he fucking you on his wedding day was so wrong it made your head spin.

but you also couldn’t deny the pleasure you were getting out of it. 

“i can’t—i can’t hold it, shit,” you groaned, gasping. sunghoon’s rhythm turned messy and desperate, losing all control. “oh my gosh, hoonie, ‘m cumming—!”

you moaned out loud, shaking as another orgasm crashed into you—your pussy clenched around him, pulsing and gushing as you came with a cry of his name.

sunghoon too, burying himself to the hilt with a wrecked moan, forehead pressed against your legs as he came hard. thick, hot spurts of his cum flooded deep inside you, filling you up as his hips jerked through every wave. he kept grinding into you slowly, pushing his release deeper. he needed you to keep every drop.

“take it… fuck, that all of me,” he panted, trembling slightly.

for a long moment, the only sounds in the room were both of you breathing heavily. sunghoon slowly lowered your legs, but he stayed buried inside, not wanting to pull out yet. he leaned down and kissed you—slow, deep, full of everything he couldn’t say. 

her ring on your finger glistened as you cupped his face. 

he finally pulled out carefully, watching as his cum leaked out of your swollen pussy onto the white tablecloth. sunghoon helped you sit up, fixing your dress with gentle hands—you too, tying his tie properly. 

his forehead rested against yours, eyes closed.

“...do you have to go back?”

——

“hey, is it true?” 

“hm?” you murmured sleepily, nuzzling closer to him.

the room was dark except for the light coming from his desk lamp. the two of you were naked underneath the blanket, tangled in his sheets. your head rested on his chest while his fingers traced hearts and his name up and down your bare arm.

sunghoon shifted slightly, looking down at you. 

“you’re dating intak?”

.

your eyes widened instantly. you say up so fast the blanket slipped down your chest and you had to quickly pull it up. “what?”

sunghoon didn’t move, he stayed laying on his back, one arm still loosely behind his head as he watched you. his voice stayed calm.

“i heard it from my friends. they said you two have been dating for a while… or at least that’s how it is.” he paused for a second, then added quietly, “well… i’m just asking. really.”

the silence that followed felt suffocating. you pulled the blanket up even more, wishing if it was visible, it would hide the way your heart was hammering against your ribcage. 

“um, hoonie, i—” your voice cracked. you didn’t know what to say. you’re not sure how to come clean. not sure how to react. the guilt was written all over your face. how were you supposed to say it?

yes. i’m dating hwang intak. 

“yn,” he said softly, cutting you off. sunghoon reached out and gently brushed a strand of hair behind your ear. “just be honest with me.”

he wasn’t angry. no—sunghoon was never an angry person. there was no rage in his voice, no accusation; just quiet disappointment and raw curiosity. his eyes searched yours like he was trying to understand what you were doing. 

“i’m not mad,” he continued, almost reassuringly. “i just… i thought i was the only one. that’s all.”

he let out a small breath, the corner of his lips twitching into a sad, half–smile that didn’t reach his eyes. 

“so… are you dating him?”

this was embarrassing. you were sitting there, naked in his bed, while the boy you were secretly seeing asked you about the other boy you were seeing. 

you stared at him, lips slightly parted. the way sunghoon was looking at you made the guilt twist even deeper in your tummy. would it have been better if he was mad? that way, you could reply with anger too.

you swallowed hard, gripping the blanket.

“...yeah,” you whispered, voice barely audible. “i’m dating him.”

sunghoon’s jaw tightened just slightly, but he didn’t look away. he simply nodded, taking a deep breath.

“i’m sorry,” you said quickly, the words tumbling out. “sunghoon, i’m really sorry. i didn’t know how to tell you. it started before… before what we have got serious—and i know—i know it’s fucked up… i know.”

you hugged the blanket tighter to your chest, eyes starting to water. gosh, you sounded like a manipulator. 

“i’m not even happy with him anymore,” you admitted, voice cracking. “it just doesn’t feel real with him.”

sunghoon was quiet. he was processing your words before he slowly sat up, the blanket pooling around his waist as he faced you properly. his hand reached out to gently hold yours.

“then why don’t you break up with him?” he asked, direct. “i’m right here, yn. you know how i feel about you. this isn’t going to change anythig—i’m not going anywhere.”

you looked down at your intertwined fingers, thumb brushing nervously over his knuckles. the silence stretched. 

“...it’s, um… it’s hard,” you whispered. 

sunghoon tilted his head slightly, thick eyebrows furrowed.

“why?” he asked. “if you’re not happy… if you say you want this,” he gestures between the two of you, squeezing your hand. “then why stay with him?”

you bit your lip, averting your gaze elsewhere. 

“because i feel guilty,” you confessed, another jab to your chest. “he’s been good to me. he really loves me. and i…i care about him too. i don’t know how to end it without completely breaking him. i don’t know how to do this without hurting someone.”

sunghoon sighed, his free hand went up to scratch the back of his neck—a habit he does often. 

he stayed quiet for a few seconds, just staring at your intertwined hands. 

then he asked,

“what about me?”

he looked up, meeting your eyes. when did you find it in you to look at him? “what do you feel about me?”

you squeezed his hand tiger, fresh tears sliding down your cheeks.

“i love you,” you whispered, but full of certainty. “i really do, hoonie. it’s not the same as what i feel for him, trust me. it even scares me how much i feel for you. i keep coming back to you even when i know i shouldn’t—because i love you so much. i’m in love with you.”

you leaned forward, pressing your forehead against his shoulder.

“i’m sorry i dragged you into this mess. i never meant to hurt you. i just… you’re the one i think about when i’m not with you.”

sunghoon let out a soft sigh, hand coming up to caress your hair. 

“i love you too.” he murmured, kissing the top of your head, then brought your face up to kiss your temple and cheek. he’d go for a smoke, but he promised you he’d stop. bad habits.

“way more than i should.”

——

“take it… fuck, that all of me,” he panted, trembling slightly.

for a long moment, the only sounds in the room were both of you breathing heavily. sunghoon slowly lowered your legs, but he stayed buried inside, not wanting to pull out yet. he leaned down and kissed you—slow, deep, full of everything he couldn’t say. 

her ring on your finger glistened as you cupped his face. 

he finally pulled out carefully, watching as his cum leaked out of your swollen pussy onto the white tablecloth. sunghoon helped you sit up, fixing your dress with gentle hands—you too, tying his tie properly. 

his forehead rested against yours, eyes closed.

the silence felt personal before his phone started ringing loudly on the floor where it had fallen out of his pocket earlier. the sharp sound shattered the moment.

both of you froze. 

before either of you could move, the door to the storage room swung open—

—jake, heeseung, and jay stood there with sooha right behind them.

time stopped.

sooha’s eyes widened like it was going to pop out of her sockets—her hand flying up to cover her mouth. the bouquet she was holding slipped from her fingers and hit the floor with a thud. her gaze dropped to your disheveled dress, your flushed face, the cum still dripping down your thighs, the marks on your neck, the stained lipstick… 

and the diamond ring—her engagement ring—sitting on your finger.

“sunghoon…?” she murmured like she was still trying to process it, her voice coming out a broken whisper.

the boys’ eyes widened as well.

“fuck…” heeseung muttered first, hissing through his teeth before he looked down on his shoes, pressing on his nose bridge. he looked down at his shoes, clearly stressed. “shit… sunghoon, what the hell…”

jake looked completely stunned, mouth slightly open like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. jay immediately went tight–lipped, his eyebrows pinched together. the three of them weren’t exploding in anger—it was worse.

pure disappointment mixed with exhaustion, like they… they had almost expected something like this might happen but still hoped it wouldn’t.

heeseung genuinely thought sunghoon was over it when he decided to email you the invitation. 

sooha’s lips trembled—she wasn’t sure what to feel. she knew there was someone in sunghoon’s life before—one he never fully talked about. but it was years ago! years ago. it was an ancient shit history that went on.

“what the fuck—?!” 

her voice finally broke through the realisation. she pushed past the three boys, forcing her way to the front. 

the second she moved forward, you and sunghoon scrambled off the table. you turned your face immediately, unable to look at her with the shame burning through your entire body. sunghoon stood in front of you on instinct. 

“what the fuck, sunghoon?!” she screamed, all heartbreak and rage. she shoved his chest hard. he stumbled back slightly, but not hitting you. 

“on our wedding day?!”

she hit his chest again, and again—frantic hits fueled by pain. “why the fuck is she here—?! why are you fucking her on our wedding day?”

jay looked at heeseung, he looked away.

“stop—sooha, stop,” sunghoon spoke. he grabbed both of her shoulders to stop her from hitting him, but she struggled, sobbing. 

“fuck… sooha, please,” sunghoon sighed, holding her shoulders tighter to steady her. “listen to me.” he continued, grabbing her wrists firmly to stop her from hitting him again.

she was crying. “listen to you? what the fuck do you have to say to me?!”

sunghoon glanced at you for a split second, then back at her. his grip on her wrists loosened, but he didn’t let go completely.

“i’m sorry that it happened like this—i really am,” he swallowed the lump in his throat. you shifted on your heels, darting your tongue out to wet your dry lips. “i… i can’t marry you, sooha. i’m so fucked up over yn—i can’t.”

sooha’s breath hitched. your eyes widened, and you found yourself tugging on the back of his blazer to hint at him—what? 

sunghoon disregarded both. 

heeseung, jake, and jay stayed completely silent by the door, unsure if they should step in or disappear. 

the groom swallowed the lump in his throat before fully letting go of her wrists, biting down his bottom lip. 

“i’m sorry—i really tried.”

without another word, he reached back and grabbed your wrist firmly, pulling you out of the storage room and storming past his stunned friends and sooha. you barely had time to react as he dragged you down the hallway, away from the hall, away from the guests and the disaster he’d just detonated.

neither of you looked back.

if the answer is yes, then this guide is for you!

we all know that the good, handsome, hot, kind, perfect ones usually are taken—at least when you first notice them… he has a partner. she’s pretty, she’s fine, she’s… there. 

you see them together at parties, her hand looped through his arm where it belongs—he smiles down at her the way boyfriends are supposed to, but sometimes—only sometimes his gaze drifts across the room and lands on you for a heartbeat too long..

but here’s the thing—”taken” isn’t, and never will be a permanent state! and i know that because i’m the best at ensuring that it’s not ♡ it’s just a current one, and current states can shift if the conditions change.

besides, girls help girls, don’t we? 

sometimes we just help ourselves to what was already halfway ours and the ending usually goes one way, right? the sad, heartbroken one—or the happily ever after one. 

we’re usually the latter.

so here’s a guide on how to steal the one for you—without making it obvious that you are the problem.

WARNING—you WILL 98% lose your bestfriend, but remember our goals, girls! the boyfriend, not the friendship! keep your eyes on the prize ♡ 

are you close to him? if not, first thing first—befriend him!

“oh—sunghoon?” you lifted your voice high just enough, startled to see him. your eyes were wide, small gasp, head tilting slightly for that extra touch of surprise. 

sunghoon turned, eyebrows raising when he registered that it's you.

“yn?” a soft laugh escaped him, half–confused, half–amused. “what are you doing here?” 

you blinked, holding up the limited–edition volume you’d been clutching since earlier. it’s your most treasured possession—kind of, but that’s beside the point. “to get it signed, obviously,” you chuckled, tilting the book so he could see the cover.

your smile was easy and teasing when you watched as sunghoon’s eyes trail the cover. “i never knew you were into this series too.” you continued, putting your hands down. sunghoon glanced back at you, something warm flickering in his expression. 

“yeah, been following it for years…” he murmured, the corner of his lips twitching into an amused smile. “i didn’t know you liked it.” he continued, emphasising the you just enough that it felt personal. 

you shrugged, letting a soft laugh slip out. “that’s just because nobody i know enjoys it! sooha definitely doesn’t, so i just have myself to talk about it with.” you hummed, words were light and playful, but you held his gaze a second longer than necessary. 

sunghoon huffed a quiet laugh, looking down at his own copy for a moment. when he looked back up, his voice was lower, almost conspirational. “yeah—she doesn’t,” he shrugged, wetting his lips. “which collection hooked you? 

you stepped a little closer—because the line shuffles forward (and something else)—and angled your book toward him so your fingers almost brushed when you pointed to the page you’ve bookmarked with a thin silk ribbon. 

“tomie…” you murmured shyly, heat rising up to your cheeks. “and i don’t like it performative–way, okay? i just…” you trailed off, biting your lip gently. “i like how she’s beautiful and terrifying at the same time. she’s so fascinating—especially the part where she comes back wrong over and over.”

you glanced up at him through your lashes, voice softening. 

“you?”

sunghoon smiled, chuckling. “i couldn’t tell. you’re opposite of her in a good way—” he said, looking at what you wear. yeah—you are opposite of her. white babydoll top, polka dot skirts, and calves–high socks with your mary janes…

everything’s sweet, delicate, doll–like.

he met your eyes again. “right—anyway, i like fragments of horror. blackbird’s in it, so it’s really really good.” he paused, then added quieter, almost like an afterthought he didn’t mean to say out loud, “but i also like shiver… didn’t bring that one today, though.”

your eyes lighted up—perfectly timed, perfectly genuine.

girls! always, always, always seize any opportunities that come your way!

“shiver? oh my god… i’ve always wanted to read that one!” you let your lips part adorably just slightly, like you’re surprised and delighted all at once. you glanced down at your own book, then back up at him, voice soft and a little shy—faux. 

“i could never find a copy that wasn’t insanely expensive. i’ve been looking forever.”

never push and never ask! just let the words hang there, hopeful, like a question you’re too polite to voice.

and let the rest unfold.

sunghoon looked at you for a second longer than necessary—then he smiled. “i have it,” he said simply, nodding.

“i could… lend it to you. if you want.”

your heart fluttered and you tilted your head, fingers lightly tightening around your book. “really? you wouldn’t mind it, sunghoon?” a tiny laugh escaped you, sweet and grateful. “i’d take such good care of it, i promise.”

he shrugged. now that he knows what kind of girl you are—surprisingly chill, calm, easy to talk to—sunghoon allowed himself to soften. “it’s just sitting on my shelf. so it’s better if someone actually reads it.”

tip#1: don’t be too much, too pushy, or too obvious! have patience—good things take time. 

you smiled, now hugging your book against your chest. “thank you so much, sunghoon. that’s really sweet of you. maybe you can pass it to jaeyun—? we share lots of classes together.”

sunghoon held your gaze before he nodded—the noise of the line and the crowd fading just a little. 

“...yeah,” he murmured, nodding. “i can do that.”

quite easy, isn’t it? you don’t need a grand plan or fake an entire personality. stay true to your roots and just have a common ground with him. it won’t look like you’re flirting or trying too much to be around him.

fake it till it’s real! it’ll start with the interest, but it will develop into something more, something deeper, something more personal. trust me—been there, done that! soon enough, it’ll feel like the most natural thing in the world.

p/s: the tomie book i have? it actually belongs to my brother~ :p i’m more of a cardcaptor girl ♡ 

2. become the better listener!

the pros about liking your bestfriend’s boyfriend is that nobody knows her better than you! so be there—text him whenever your bestfriend rants about her problems and time it perfectly.

don’t be suspicious—boys aren’t as dumb as we thought…

“hey… she was just telling me about what happened. are you okay?” 

sunghoon was on the far bench, the one half–hidden by the willow tree, elbows on his knees, head in his hands. his dark hair was messed up like he’s been running his fingers through it too many times to count.

he looked so tired…

“i’m so sorry for calling you out right now.” he sighed, running his hand along his face. you shook your head, sitting next to him but just close enough that your hoodie almost touches his’. “don’t mention it, you’re the one who came so far to my park.”

for a minute, neither of you spoke. just letting the wind in the leaves and distant teenagers laughing somewhere in the park. eventually, sunghoon cracked.

“she just… twisted everything i said. i wasn’t even mad, i just asked if we could talk about it calmly, and suddenly i’m the bad guy for bringing it up.” he rubbed a hand over his face again. “i don’t even know what i’m doing wrong anymore.”

you hummed, staring down at your flats. “tell me your side.”

sunghoon’s head lifted slowly. he cocked an eyebrow, surprise flickering his face—he genuinely didn’t expect anyone to ask. not her, not his friends—and definitely not his girlfriend’s bestfriend. 

“...you want to hear it?” he asked, almost cautious. you met his eyes, nodding. “mmhm.”

see—men aren’t used to being asked, to being believed at first. especially not when the story has a villain assigned, and especially not when he’s ranting it to his girlfriend’s bestfriend with the thought that she will side with her! 

but that’s where you come in. 

because the villain in this story is neither of them! if we’re being real, isn’t it us? 

he exhaled, slumped on the bench. 

“it’s stupid, really. she saw some texts from a girl in my study group,” he shook his head, bitter laugh escaping. “but she’s convinced i’m hiding something. all because the girl texts me so late asking for resources.”

sunghoon paused, glancing at you like he’s waiting for a judgement.

you didn’t give it. 

“she went through my phone while i was in the shower and found nothing, obviously. i confronted her ‘cause—cause why would you go through your boyfriend’s phone if you claim you trust him?” his voice cracked slightly on the last word.

“now she’s mad because of that.”

another silence.

you let it sit for a little while, just humming softly to let him know you’re listening. then, comfortingly—”that’s… really unfair to you.” 

tip #2: never call the girlfriend crazy, or toxic. don’t badmouth her! 

sunghoon’s shoulders visibly loosened. he looked at you again like he’s trying to find the catch that’s not in your eyes… oh, you got it… it is unfair for him.

“thanks,” he said quietly. “...i… i get it, to an extent that she’d have suspicions but i told her there’s nothing i’m hiding, yet, she doesn’t believe it.”

you gave him a tiny smile. “just give it some time. explain to her that it’s not like that, and let her be in her thoughts for now.” 

on the surface, it’s perfect bestfriend advice. but underneath laid the permission to pull back and to stop chasing for her reassurance. you purposely seep and frame it as patience—when really, you’ve planted the seed that trying harder for sooha might not even be worth it.

and sunghoon took the bait—nodding slowly, absorbing like it’s a sensible thing he’s heard all day, especially with all the bullshit around him. 

“yeah… maybe you’re right.” he exhaled, the burden hopping off his shoulders. “you can’t force someone to trust you anyway.” sunghoon continued, shrugging as he lightly kicks a pebble in front of his shoes.

you nodded, pursing your lips. “that’s on them, not you.”

another beat of silence follows.

sunghoon looked at you—really looked—and something quiet and comfort passed over his face. it’s like a relief, a gratitude, and a tiny flicker of warmth. 

“you always know what to say,” he said, almost to himself. even if the truth was that it’s what he wants to listen, and not something you truly mean. 

but that’s beside the point.

you let out a soft laugh, looking down at your hands, stretching them. “i just hate seeing you upset.”

he didn’t reply right away, just humming in agreement. what else was there to say, anyway? it’s when the wind picks up and you shivered slightly—that sunghoon speaks up. 

“you cold?” he asked, already shrugging out of his windbreaker before you could answer.

tip #3: always refuse and play hard to get! 

you started to protest—it’s okay—but sunghoon’s draping it over your shoulders, warm from his body, smelling faintly of his cologne and the night air. 

“better,” he said simply. 

there’s a high chance of him texting you to ask if you’ve reached home safely~ and he’ll thank you for lending him your ears to listen to his problems! if you’ve reached this point, congratulations! you are one step closer to stealing your bestfriend’s boyfriend! 

3. create private air & become the contrast!

i’ve decided to combine these two tips because it’s something you do simultaneously! it’s twice as deadly and half the effort. 

by now, he’s already comfortable with you. but that’s not enough just yet… we need to turn that comfort into something he craves for! 

“sunghoon! are you still at the library?!” 

you heard the rustle of pages, the zipper of his bag. “yeah, i’m just packing up. why? everything okay?”

“oh, thank god,” you exhaled, relief dripping from every syllable. “i think i left my ipad on the table—the pink case with little star stickers on the back. i’m already at my apartment and i have no idea how i forgo—”

you rambled, frustration and self disappointment laced in your tone. it’s cute! it’s human—it’ll make him want to fix it.

“yn—it’s okay,” sunghoon chuckled, slinging his bag around his shoulder. “i have her with me now.” 

you let out a tiny, breathy laugh. “you just saved my life, by the way. i have that presentation tomorrow and i’d be dead without it.”

sunghoon’s quiet for a second, and you could almost picture the small smile tugging at his lips. “it’s really no big deal. i’m leaving the library now anyway.”

you bit your lip, then softened your voice even more.

“would you… maybe be willing to drop it off? i know it’s out of your way, but i’d feel so much better if it was here tonight. i’ll transfer you the bus money—or buy you coffee to make up for it.”

another soft chuckle from him. “yn, i pass your building anyway,” he said, like he’s already decided he’s going. “but coffee sounds nice. i’ll keep your word for it.”

you smiled to yourself, biting the inside of your cheek. “i’ll buzz you in, just come up on my floor.”

sunghoon came by exactly the next fifteen minutes and you opened the door looking really fucking grateful, eyes bright. “hey…” you breathed, pushing the door a little wider. “thank you doesn’t even cover it…”

he shrugged, handing it over. your fingers brushed his as you take it, pressing it against your chest with a smile. “safe and sound,” he said, running his fingers through his locks.

you nodded, muttering another small and soft—thanks again—before your eyes flicked to the side, then back at him. “oh—i baked cookies, if you wanna have one. i can’t send you back out without something warm.”

sunghoon only hesitated for a second.

“yeah,” he said quietly, already shrugging off his bag. “five minutes sounds good.”

five minutes turned into an hour.

sunghoon sat on your couch, legs stretched out, tea steaming between his hands—talking about everything and nothing at the same time. you curled on the other end, knees tucked under you, laughing at his stories, asking questions that made him naturally open up more.

here’s the secret bonus point of liking your bestfriend’s boyfriend—you can act the contrast of her. just do the opposite effortlessly. she interrupts, you listen until he’s finished. she demands detail, you let him share what he wants (because let’s be honest, you’re not his girlfriend yet, who cares about details?) 

she fills silence with drama, you let him be safe in your silence. 

when sunghoon finally stood to leave, he looked lighter than when he arrived. 

“thanks for the cookie and tea,” he said at the door, leaning slightly against the frame. “and for… this.” 

you smile teasingly. “this what?”

sunghoon playfully rolled his eyes, shaking his head. “listening to me and all that.” you shrugged, telling him it’s not a big deal and that he can always come up to you for anything. sunghoon nodded, fingers brushing the doorframe.

“text you when i’m home?”

you both know it’s coming.

private air: officially created. contrast: full felt. 

now your boy just spent almost an hour in your world and didn’t wanna leave it! if i’m being honest, if you’ve reached up to this point, you can almost already hit it off. 

i’ll let you guys in on something~ the tension is there. you feel it everytime your fingers brush, he feels it every time you laugh at something he says. it should hum under every conversation and every shared glance.

trust me!

but here’s the secret~

if you want something more than just hitting it off—something that lasts, something he chooses completely, something he can’t imagine walking away from…

don’t rush the spark and follow this next step ♡

4. let him make the first. real. move. 

it’s a thursday in late november. 

sunghoon texted you an hour ago—asking if you’re still up, and that he kinda needs to get out of here for a bit. 

you replied with always up, and door’s unlocked if you want quiet. 

sunghoon showed up just twenty minutes later with his hoodie pulled up, cheeks pink and flushed from the cold, eyes tired in a way that had nothing to do with sleep. he kicked off his shoes and dropped onto your couch like how you would with someone you’re close with.

you sat on the opposite end—always—just close enough to feel him, but far enough that it didn’t make you look like a slut that wanted her bestfriend’s boyfriend.

for a while, the two of you just talked. nothing really important, and about everything that doesn’t involve sooha. he’s tired partly because of her and studying—so you quickly averted the conversation into something else.

you showed him the new playlist you made, leaning over to hand him one airpod. your shoulders touched, but neither of you moved away. 

“you always do this,” sunghoon said quietly, dropping his head back on the backrest of the couch. you tilted your head slightly, both confused and amused. “do what?”

the boy shrugged, exhaling, eyes dropping to your lips for half a second before flicking back up. “it’s like you have this energy to make things feel okay… or something,” he said, looking up at the ceiling. 

“it’s just easy talking to you.”

tip #4 important!: do NOT confess. do NOT tell him your true motive! this is NOT a moment of vulnerability! let him make the first move but play along!

your heart was loud in your ears, but your voice stayed soft.

“well, your presence makes everything fun.” you replied cheekily with a small giggle, shrugging like it’s not a big deal even though it means the world and more to you. sunghoon huffed a small chuckle, eyes crickling at the corners.

he shifted on the couch, letting a quiet groan as he stretched—arms stretching high above his head, hoodie riding just a little, before one arm dropped lazily behind you along the backrest.

his fingers didn’t touch you though.

“i think it takes one to know one, though,” he murmured, voice low, teasing—but there’s something else beneath. something steady and serious that makes your tummy pools with heat.

the room was quiet except for the soft hum from the tv and faint sound of your own heartbeat in your ears.

sunghoon’s gaze dropped to your mouth for a second—then back to your eyes, searching.

you didn’t say anything, eyes fixed on your lap before you moved your head to look at him. don’t say anything, don’t lean—just hold his stare, soft and open, letting him know that—

sunghoon’s hand moved first, sliding from the backrest to the nape of your neck, fingers threading gently into your hair. he pulled you in, not rushed, and the kiss started soft.

a brush of lips, warm and careful, like he’d been thinking about this for some time—longer than he’ll ever admit, and when he did it, he’s still thinking about it.

when you parted your lips just slightly, welcoming him, sunghoon exhaled against you and deepened it deliberately—shifting to face you, knees brushing against your bare one. “hngh—” you let out a soft moan, his lips on yours tasted faintly like the cinnamon tea you shared earlier.

your hands slid up his chest, curling into his hoodie, feeling his racing heart against your palm where he also let out a soft breathy moan. your lips molded and melted against his; sunghoon’s tongue flicked over your lips to ask for permission,

and that’s when you—

pull back.

slowly, gently, enough that your lips barely separate but still close enough that he could just dip for another kiss. your forehead still resting against his, breaths mingling in the small space between you.

his eyes fluttered open, dazed and confused, eyebrows furrowed.

you huffed—small, soft, a little shaky. “hoon,” you whispered, letting your hands fall on his wrist. your fingers traced down his arm, then rest on his thigh. “we shouldn’t…”

he froze, but didn't pull away. sunghoon’s thumb brushed your cheek, almost pleading. he almost leaned in for another kiss—when you pulled back entirely. 

you tucked your hair behind your ear, looking down at your lap, trembling just the right amount like you’re guilty of it. “...maybe you should go home…”

the words hang in the quiet space.

“what?”

no worries—! remember when i said we’ll end up with a happy ending? i’m not finished with my guide yet~ 

here’s the truth that ties everything together:

one thing about guys is that they only realise how good something is when they’ve lost it. or when they’re terrified they’re about to.

that’s why this final tip isn’t just a trick…

it’s the endgame.

5. the push and pull game.

after that kiss—after you pulled back and asked him to go home, and closed the door behind him—you didn’t disappear. 

you just faded. kinda.

sunghoon texted you like nothing changed the next morning, and you replied like usual—except it took you almost five hours to reply with one word, and it took him 2 seconds to reply to you instantly.

he wanted to call, but you rain checked him with the excuse of heading to bed early. 

you never went to bed early.

the third day, he tried again. 

sunghoon texted you about that one upcoming horror movie you mentioned before, and asked if you want to watch it together this weekend. you replied five hours later with a simple, “sounds fun! let me check my schedule and get back to you!” 

you never got back to him. 

day five, his texts got a little longer.

he asked if you were okay, and that he hadn’t heard from you much… he also hadn’t seen you around… you replied to him the next morning with another excuse of being swamped with work and family stuff.

except, you still liked his stories. still replied—eventually, never with questions, though, just answers to his texts. you still posted stories with your friends here and there. 

just never him. 

by day eight… his texts started carrying weight.

sunghoon: i can’t stop thinking about you.  sunghoon: i know you said we shouldn’t, but can we not pretend like it didn’t happen?

you read it but left it on delivered for the next seven hours.

yn: i think about it too. but nothing’s changed. yn: i don’t wanna be in the middle.

day ten, you purposely missed call him. when sunghoon called you back, you didn’t pick up. 

day twelve, the messages turned raw. 

sunghoon: this is killing me. sunghoon: i can’t talk to you like before and i hate it. sunghoon: can we talk it out??

yn: i miss you too but i don’t know how to do this halfway.

and then sunghoon’s slammed with another radio silence from you again. 

two weeks. fourteen days of minimal replies, excuses, and purposeful distance. fourteen days of him feeling the full weight of what life without you actually feels like—and fourteen days of sunghoon reflecting what he truly wants and doesn’t.

he found himself fighting with sooha even more when she asked what’s up with him being so gloomy these past few days? he slept less and stared at your call log more than he’d ever admit.

every time he got a notification, it felt like a punch when it’s not from you.

day fourteen, he broke. your phone buzzed at 02:00 a.m.

sunghoon: i ended it.

a pause, another text.

sunghoon: can i come over? please?

you waited fifteen minutes—just to get him on the edge, long enough for his heart to drop (yours did, though)—then replied.

yn: come here

he was there in nine minutes. hair messy, eyes red–rimmed, breathing hard as he ran his way all the way here. you opened the door in your nightgown, socked, looking small and soft and everything sunghoon had been aching for.

he didn’t speak at first—just stepped inside, closed the door behind him, and pulled you into his arms tightly because he couldn’t afford not being with you again. 

“i couldn’t do it anymore,” he whispered against your hair. “couldn’t breathe without you. couldn’t pretend i didn’t want this—want you.” sunghoon buried his face into the crook of your neck, having to bend down to match your height.

you smiled unknowingly, wrapping your arms around his neck. you felt him shaking a little, full of relief of finally having you again. “took you long enough,” you murmured, soft and teasing.

sunghoon laughed—kissed you like a man who’d just realised what he was worth.

ta-da~ this really is the end of guide ♡ happy ending is yours now, forever! 

try these guides and tips out and let me know how it goes, girls! 

best of luck,

yn xoxo 

miss_kikilala: WORKED LIKE A CHARM. you’re a genius ily forever!! 100% lost my bestfriend but nothing more i want than his boyfriend so whatever ( ;´ - `;) i lovelovelove him so much ugh your guide is dangerous in the best way possible <3

bobababy: followed exactly what you did, and he broke up with her just last week! he said he never realised how happy he’d been talking to me rather than being with her. thank u thank u thank uuuu  <3333

ikuekiss: this was hard t-t using these tips rn except he’s my sister’s fiance and he’s older! i’m still trying to look for more interests we can share together since i don’t know shit about football t-t … wish me luck girls!

bunnyhoon: yn i owe you my ENTIRE relationship! just had out two monthsarry last week! 

yurillit: day 11 of minimal replies and he just sent me a voice note that’s literally TWELVE minutes long of him saying how much he misses my voice and how empty his days feel without our talks… i’m shaking hold me!!

preyel replying to yurillit: fumbled my minimal reply on day 8 because i want him sooo bad… i thought i fucked it up, but he showed up just a few minutes later begging me to tell him everything i said over the texts to his face! got lucky but pls be strong…

heemunch: omg yn! your guide is literally magic >w< i did the forgotten item with my lipstick at a group hangout and now he’s been texting me goodnight every single night… the push and pull is killing me (it’s so hot it’s crazy)! update coming soon!!

sweetieyn (pinned) 📌 : reading these is making me kick my feeettt i’m so proud of everyone (∩˃o˂∩)♡ just remember to never chase! always attract ♡ keep the updates coming, i live for these success stories ♡ who’s next? what problem should i solve~?