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       me: waits all day for acceptances , also me: looks away for a bit *gets accepted* ANYWAY , aahhhhhh helloooo nice to meet yall and ty so much for the nice welcome dms!!! HI i am so excited to be here ( but you can call me ria 😉 i’m so sorry it’s like 1am she/her 21+ ) and jamie here is a beloved muse of mine she’s literally a puppy you guys we both love you all sm she owns your favourite local bar and also uh oh right is the daughter of the uber duber rich ahn family who own a chain of luxury hotels across the country but she’s chill dw  ANYWAY ( pt. 2 ) i’m gonna leave some links and also a lil bit about her under the cut so if you wanna plot just like this and i’ll come to you!! ( or you can also add me on discord at wyd ria #6334 bc tumblr ims hate me )

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( ... ) 

sabrina gets into the car, starts the ignition. she points to the glove compartment, like she’s telling jamie to reach in and get something. the feeling of being so close to someone that you can speak without speaking. next to it, the feeling of being so needed that people start to fear how much they need you pales ghost-white. being with her feels like living. jamie is the last breath of air in sabrina’s lungs when all the world ever does is suffocate her. if that sounds like a lovesick eighteen-year-old’s creative writing assignment, that’s because it is. she submitted that paper in just a month ago. cryptic as possible and so indirect-object. she got a 98 on it.

sabrina, you don’t stay alive by needing anything. but sabrina doesn’t have it in her yet to sacrifice living for being alive. she doesn’t have it in her yet to comply. she has it in her to be afraid, but jamie always makes her too brave. ( although, really, that’s not saying much. )

inside the compartment: a classic brown monogrammed louis vuitton card holder. inside the card holder: her driver’s license. 

the windows are dark, making afternoon look like night. sabrina eases them into the road. “my picture’s pretty, right?” she says at a red light.

  you don’t make homes out of people. it’s one thing she’s learned constantly. you don’t make homes out of people because people are the most uncertain future. you don’t make homes out of people because if there’s one skill each person has , it’s leaving. you don’t make homes out of people because when they do leave , you’re left with pieces that amount to nothing. you’re left with loose bricks and broken wood that never quite returns to how it used to be. 

   it’s the last valuable lesson her parents taught her. 

   it’s one that kept her safe for years. let people get close to you but don’t ever let them into you , it’s the only way. but this is jamie , and for jamie cynicism came with a grain of salt. life’s way of unfolding and her way of living in constant battle. it happened with her adoptive parents. it being the girl wanting to be unimaginably happy at the second chance of her new life and let strangers in without a second thought , call them the people she’d now trust. but... remember , you don’t make homes out of people. 

     and then suddenly you’re standing the face of a person who’s making you question every thing you believe in and then what do you do? --- you start smiling and genuinely feeling the happiness from it for the first time in a long time , of course. the burden of hurt barely at the back-burner because you’re too focused on living this new life with these new principles and you’re having a blast. 

     messaged received and jamie’s excitedly reaching for the mystery in the glove compartment --- is it weird to point out how everything involving the girl with her had jamie buzzing? is it weird to say that sabrina breathed realness into her life? ... is it weird to think about how her previous black and white life fell short in comparison to the rose-colored one she brought with her? is it... weird to say that she never wanted to go back to it?

      a wide smile that only grows when eyes zero in on the card , particularly the piece of art that resided in it and jamie nods without missing a beat. “ the prettiest picture i’ve ever seen on a driver’s licence , i feel like the people at the driver’s test place are gonna’ frame this one and put it up , y’know? they know it’s the best picture ever been taken. ” she gushes and you’d imagine something like this was only spoken with sarcastic connotations , the exaggeration of it all --- but , for her.. it was still underwhelming , if anything... and that’s jamie for you. 

      taking the advantage of the red light , the older quickly reaches over the console and places a rushed kiss on her girlfriend’s cheek before returning to her seat and being completely inconspicuous. looking out window , a little innocent whistle.. yeah , she didn’t do anything. --- okay so , the restrained smile and glances were not as discreet. “ sorry.. sorry , i just... you looked so cute i couldn’t help myself. i mean , i just realised that this total catch in this picture , ” she spoke , lifting the card up and pointing to said picture as if she was showing to her for the first time “ is my girlfriend?? --- i’m super lucky , aren’t i? ”

     you don’t make homes out of people.... but maybe we won’t tell anyone about this. about how along with every ounce of reluctance that sabrina shattered... she also managed the break that one rule. she made jamie.. the person who never needed anything , not even from her own parents , beg on her knees for a simple request. 

strawberry swing ; 

( ... )

clap. clap. clap — the sound shocks matthew. he jolts in place and almost drops his golf club. jesus, that’s 10,000 won, he scolds himself out of embarrassment, mostly because nothing, or nobody, should be able to surprise him.

he glares at the girl standing a little too close for his taste. she seems familiar and, uh… annoyingly cute.

taking a step back, he asks, “can i help you?”

     what even is golf? no really , what is the point of golf? who came up with this game , jamie wants to talk. how do you expect her to hit this tiny ball in a tiny hole so far away she can’t even see it?? okay so maybe jamie’s not good at it and now she’s just making excuses because she’s never not been at least half decent at a sport. humph. 

     the funnest part about golf? riding the little cart of course. she’s taken a self-appointed break from her father and his business friends who do business things over golf and make business jokes --- not that that was the boring part , jamie thankfully understands the business part of it -- what she doesn’t appreciate is the condescending laugh that comes with each shot she takes. you could practically see her father’s disappointment. easier than it is to see the damn hole at least. 

     although , she was all smiles because this meeting was important , these clients were important and jamie really needed to impress them , or she needed to prove to her father again but we won’t go there. but --- her mind was about to explode and a little break would’ve done wonders. so she excuses herself , takes the cart and goes for a drive. it’s no fast and furious but with every second there was distance being put between them and jamie was already enjoying the sport more.  

     a sudden halt as a fellow player comes into view and she’d swear the man was familiar. either way , now that looked like someone who could play. he just.. fit. the stance , the wind up and the drive.. he knew what he was doing. she follows him to watch the completion of the shot and claps almost unknowingly when the ball finds its place. 

to stay in your arms forever

( ... ) 

she reached over once again, her hand finding itself brushing a lock of jamie’s hair behind her ear. “i think a nice plum color would look good on you.” hyerin’s eyes fell to gaze at jamie’s lips. one last kiss. then maybe hyerin would be able to have the closure she desired. jamie would never have to see her again– at least that’s what hyerin convinces herself.

her hand pulls away, and so does the rest of her. yet another missed opportunity.

“i’ve missed you.” hyerin blurts out. the tone in her voice remained soft, almost as if she was internally pulling herself back from proclaiming any of this. “we should get together more, just me and you.”

    a perplexing paradox that jamie was yet to understand. her capabilities of hurting the people she wanted to protect the most -- the people she loved the most. those are the words that keep her up at night , you’re too good , jamie. no one deserves you , jamie. you’re too nice , jamie. --- no , jamie’s a fraud. jamie’s reverse midas touch ruining everything that it comes in contact with wasn’t something they deserved.. wasn’t something she deserved. 

     but does hyerin know? does she know that jamie’s aware of the smile that isn’t sincere? she should , shouldn’t she? it’s only natural after her mind had spent every waking moment doing it’s best in learning everything there is to know about her , trying to decipher every little glance and every little breath. maybe her mind was just an endless loop of hyerin! hyerin! hyerin! , and jamie’d wonder if it would ever tire. she says she doesn’t think so. 

       “ that’s good.. i’m glad you’re liking it here..” she smiled , truly happy with the thought that she was doing okay. hoping that she always was. -- maybe if jamie fell on her knees and sobbed and begged for forgiveness over and over again , would that provide any sort of catharsis? or would she really have to devise a plan to completely cut it off? let hyerin go and end her torment , end the struggle she was causing. it’s just the thought that causes her grip around the glass to tighten so forget actually being able to do it. 

     maybe.. someday she’ll be able to do it. maybe someday she’ll be able to stop being so damn selfish. but for now , she’s laughing and nodding before setting her own glass down after a big sip. “ of course i will! but hey, new line.. of... lip gloss.. that’s.. exciting...” her words spaced when she feels the fingers brush against and jamie tries really hard not to , but leans into the touch. almost doesn’t notice hyerin’s gaze shift. wishes she didn’t because now her own slips and that’s never good. 

      it makes her think about their last kiss. arguments were always hushed with lips on lips and she truly wishes things were different , that there wasn’t a need to avoid confrontation , that she could just bare her soul and not be afraid of the consequences. ---- but god was she terrified. jamie knew the last day she’d see hyerin would be the day all the cards were on the table and as we’ve established.. the woman’s very selfish. 

     either way , their last kiss shouldn’t have gone that way and how easy would it have been to reach closer and correct it. this time it’d be one with love and yearning and passion and honesty and one that’d tell her , ‘ hyerin-ah , i hope you know that you still have my heart.. and i hope you know that i never want it back. ’ 

     but then she loses the touch and it’s embarrassing how her face inches slightly closer , trailing after it when actions come to a complete halt at the following words. jamie just looks like a deer caught in headlights , eyes wide and all. how could this wonderful woman commit the sin of falling in love with jamie? hyerin deserved the world and here she was barely able to give her a moment of truth. the thought wrecks her. 

it’s hard to think straight when every fiber in your being thrums with want, settling upon her skin like an itch she can’t scratch, the supple nature of jamie’s lips gradually edging the sensation into need, a fervent hunger. her heart picks up speed, battering against her rib cage, and nabi doesn’t realize how crucial the state of her lungs were until the older throws her into a state of disorientation with the way she suddenly parts from her. the labored breathing is the only sound picked up within the hushed ambiance of the room aside from jamie’s exclamation, and it causes eyelids to flutter open in response, eyebrows raising. she’s confused, upset, wants to protest like a child who’s toy was harshly taken away ⏤ but the other is the first to speak, to explain, and the more she does, the more nabi’s attitude changes for the better.

( ... ) 

   it isn’t fair. nothing about this is fair... but in the best possible way. if it’s a test , jamie’s... well , she’s never been a straight a’s student so what’s another f? how cruel to think of morality in a such a convenient matter , but besides what everyone believes to be true ; jamie’s never really been the angelic and inlined persona that surrounds her reputation. because this? there’s nothing nice about this. nothing nice in the way eyes darken at her words and nothing nice in the way legs were giving out at her touch.. nothing nice in the way jamie was willing to get on her knees for more reason than one. 

    high school love. ---- it’s dumb and stupid and childish and everyone wants one. apparently for good reason too , because jamie here? well she hasn’t stopped smiling ever since hers walked into her life. god knows why the prettiest girl in school chose a fumbling.. teddy bear at best , but it’s done now and jamie wasn’t letting go. no take-backs!!

     in class and she’s thinking about her , back at home and she’s thinking about her , lost between guitar strings and she’s thinking about her.. even at basketball practice and she’s thinking about he--- ouch!! right.. ball to the head was what it took to realise that she’s at practice. -- ‘ yah !! you paying attention captain?? ’  she is , okay. she is. well.... that’s until she hears her phone go off with a personalised little noise , one that dinged with a text jamie couldn’t have possibly ignored. it’s funny how the basketball captain would’ve been thinking about her girlfriend all day only to call it fate when she actually hears from her. 

      perfect timing ( not really , they pretty much knew each other’s schedules at this point ) when sabrina says nothing more than a meet me in the parking lot away from our school after practice , but it’s enough to get jamie excited.. because , well.. jamie. one shower later , she’s in her jeans and oversized t-shirt , the varsity jacket that was usually paired with this outfit probably sitting on another set of shoulders and had to be replaced with a leather jacket of her own --- a particularly cold september this year , hmm. 

      skip to the important part , skip to sabrina leaned against an expensive looking car ( somehow managing to look way more expensive ) , skip to jamie’s dopey grin at the sight of her.. maybe skip past the part it takes a minute for her brain to register the situation. “ hey babe---- WOAH !! what is that???!?! --- i mean i know it’s a car but.. it’s yours??? no freaking way. ” all this happens in the time jamie takes to cover the distance and first it’s always a quick inconspicuous kiss and a ‘ i missed you.. ’ before she actually takes a lap around the automobile , gasping at the slightest of things. 

    i. probably one of the first true friends jamie made after she was adopted and although it started off with just awkwardly hanging around at either of their parents' parties , the two actually grew closer with time and jamie was just so thankful that she wasn't left alone in this whole new world. it was easy to say that taehyun helped a lot when it came to jamie getting accustomed to her new life. now that she thinks about it , wonders how taeyhun would've probably found her awkwardness a little odd considering he didn't know about just how new everything was to her.

    ii. taeyhun was jamie's first "dating-experience" and admittedly.. they looked super cute together. while it wasn't love or anything , the woman wouldn't have hesitated in admitting that she used to have feelings for him back then and even if it didn't last long , jamie wouldn't ever want to forget it. the awkward yet cute hand-holding and shy kisses still made her fondly smile.

    iii. they had a lot more in common than initially thought which made their bond stronger if anything. taehyun was probably the first person jamie "came-out" to and was actually just really really nervous but when he talked about himself too , she definitely let out a big sigh and gave him a big hug.

    iv. their transition from girlfriend and boyfriend to just good friends was actually smoother than she thought it'd be. maybe it was the realisation that their relationship had been just that all along... yes with a few additional perks and occasional butterflies because if nothing, taehyun was definitely a great boyfriend. but also an amazing friend.

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her grip tightened as she held onto jamie, the other hand reaching forward to brush a few strands of hair out her face. she was beautiful. and seoha wanted to see everything. 

she could hear jamie’s breathing hitch, paralleling hers, as she sealed the proximity. that was when she actualized the height difference; she was a lot taller, more than she had expected. and somehow, that made it all the more better, how the other fit snuggly under her chin, a figure made specifically for hugging. eyes dropped to the familiar curve of jamie’s lips as her hand then slid down the back to curl around her waist, pressing their bodies together and against the hard edge of the kitchen island.

“you know,” seoha murmured, “aside from breakfast, i can still think of a couple of ways to make this a perfect morning.” 

   she simply nods and follows , words probably wouldn’t have been the best thing in that moment anyway -- not unless jamie would’ve wanted to dive headfirst into making a fool of herself and whisper things like that it was pretty much unfair how the woman looked so good the morning after and how breakfast sounded great but jamie’d rather be eatin--- cut!! cut!! let’s not go there. she can’t go there right now. 

    so her gaze wanders , first it was fixed on their interlocked fingers and now it was doing it’s best to follow the directions and while picking up ingredients with her idle hand , the little smile on the emphasis of chocolate chips as she finally looked over. didn’t look away after that. 

     gaze moves upwards to meet hers as the distance closed in and jamie took her time now. there was no booze hindering her vision and dim lighting stopping her from admiring. it’s how every little detail is put under a magnifying glass and the bar owner wants to spend hours on every single little one. almond shaped eyes so perfectly crafted , it reminded her of last night when they narrowed so thin every time jamie made a dumb joke and she laughed. her cheekbones and jawline a work of art jamie’d say , so well crafted that it didn’t feel real until her hands encompassed them. the cutest nose you’d ever seen and lips... 

      well her train of thought was so wonderfully interrupted when she feels digits brush against her and jamie unknowingly leans into the touch , smiles warmly as eyes find hers again. but then , her breath hitches again and she finds stability in griping the front of her shirt as they meet in the middle and press into each other. seoha speaks and suddenly jamie’s objectives are clear , yes it takes a moment to recover from the whisper but then she’s smirking. hands unfortunately leaving her for a moment as they firmly grip onto the counter behind , a quick subtle lift and now their height difference lies in her court. 

   a familiar time , a familiar place and familiar friends was a good way to sum up jamie’s life. for someone so seemingly free-spirited , routine fell easily into her life and what’s more.. she didn’t mind it. because this? this she could do. bustling tables , big smiles , a little bit of small talk mixed in there with the professionalism of being able to manage her staff efficiently? -- all working like a well-oiled machine being executed perfectly. ( well , it did cost her sleep and sanity but we don’t go there... )  

    but see! that she could do.. unlike something else that needed to be done but.. wasn’t really happening. now , she loved sujeong okay? with all her heart. cared for the woman and would love to spend and spared second with her --- although , watching her live in turmoil while there wasn’t much she could do was probably harder than everything else happening right now combined. 

    the cold mystery vibes incorporated with hints of warmth that were speckled across was probably enough to get her curious , to go in deep and find out about some of the thoughts crossing her pretty little head ( and yes , she was really pretty but that’s not the point ). the point is that the more she got to know her , really know her.. however little and however spaced out , jamie so hoped there was more.. that she could be this pillar of a person for the younger where no sense of facade was required. it wasn’t hard to imagine how keeping up an act could’ve been exhausting and yet.. after everything , jamie had managed to see minor cracks. it was something.

( ... ) 

taehyun exits the car, bidding his driver a goodbye while he stares into the restaurant doors that the doorpersons have opened. he takes in a deep breath through his nose, picturing what girl could possibly be waiting for him at their reserved table. knowing his mother, it’s some tall model-like woman with long, flowing hair and legs that go on for days. demure and dainty, but striking enough to turn heads. the host shows him to the table and he fiddles around with his stemmed water glass as he waits, only looking up when he hears someone approaching. no, his mother wouldn’t. it couldn’t be-

“jamie?”

   an ideal daughter. it’s not who she was but who she had to be. truthfully , by no means was jamie a bad daughter but she did often wonder if that’s how it would’ve been if the ahn name was given to her by birth and any following action was not done through gratitude laced motives. because she was thankful , more than it was possible to put into words -- the life she now lived was a second chance.. and a rather generous one. 

    never having a clear goal in mind , her adoptive parents guided her to business. saw the potential and planted the seed. ‘ you’re really smart , you know that jamie? and a quick learner too! you’d do so well in handling our hotels... ’ if there was sincerity in those sentences or if it was spoken out of sheer necessity on account of her little adoptive sister not having a business bone in her body would forever remain a mystery. but jamie didn’t care , really. she basked in the attention. ---- maybe the hint of her never being really good in school until she heard those words would’ve given you the answer. or maybe those bright a.m’s spent between books only to get that recognition once again would’ve. 

   but jamie was human. she was bound to mess up... in her case , big time. ---- flashback to high school , to a girlfriend she loved and to the the stubborn stand she took in the declaration of it. to the first argument in the ahn household where jamie stood in the centre of it. caused it , in fact. lost it , too. ‘ if you don’t want to live on the streets again , i suggest you keep your mouth shut! ’ well how was a teenager bound by fear and responsibility to say more. 

     flash forward a few years to her mother choosing to address the sad smile on her face and the hoax in her words.. ‘ i know you’re still upset with what happened but it’ll be okay.. we’ll set you up with a nice boy who’ll keep you happy. ’ maybe her mother didn’t know but the smile was still sad and the tears weren’t out of happiness. 

     on humble request , she got a few years to herself. ‘ i have college! ’ and then it was , ‘ i need to focus on opening up my bar! ’ -- but they weren’t waiting any longer and she was fresh out of excuses. then it was just , ‘ you’re meeting someone tonight. our driver will take you. ’ was what she heard from her father , and of course , her mom couldn’t be more excited to help her get ready.

     much like everything else about the situation , jamie had no control over what she wore. and no , her striking suit or really anything less revealing was definitely not allowed. maybe you wouldn’t recognise her when you heard the distinct click of heels demanding the attention of every single soul in the room , and if that didn’t do it , sleek legs that peaked from the slit in the front of her long black dress might’ve done the job. bold red lip and perfectly waved hair carefully set down her shoulder was all a part of the plan. 

  oh please don’t make her say it. she already lives with it everyday , every second of every minute.. has been for years now but bringing it up with words , reliving the moment... the way every part of her would shiver and eyes instantly well up. “ well... uh... ” you’ve asked the question so have to wait for a good while until the woman can actually struggle through it. 

( ... ) 

luckily, it seems that the other is within the same frame of mind ⏤ and nabi can’t help the way teeth sink into the supple flesh of her lip at the words, her presence closing in, teasing, never enough. corners of her mouth quirk upwards as her words come out slow, dragging the moment, “really? you’re super cute when you play innocent like that, but i know what you want, jamie.” the chuckle that follows is low, deep, as a free hand moves forward to crook a finger within the material of her collar, pulling the other woman enough to extinguish the tension put there’s a sudden pause right before, a short stop. nabi’s breath caressing her lips as she whispers, purposely tantalizing, “you said you think about me too much before, hmm? show me how far we go when you do.”

it feels like a rubber band snapping once she closes the distance, kissing her. the satisfying release of tension, invitation of sweeping intensity, desire. all she can think about is jamie’s taste against the bite of liquor and how fucking wonderful it feels, free hand searching to pull her closer, a dire need to feel her body on hers once again.

   there were only so many times she could forgive. the gaze , the touch , the whispers--- whoops , three strikes and you’re out? seemed like it because her attention was now so blatantly being diverted to color-tainted lips as they’re trapped between and she wants.. needs to reach for them , soothe them with her own. at this point it was hard to tell if jamie had wished to have a couple more drinks or a few less...

    an asteroid was speeding , the ends burning up but the speed refusing to let up. --- that’s what it felt like , at least. her breath held as she let the other speak , incriminating words being whispered that seemed like jamie had been caught red-handed but there wasn’t time for shy blushes or surprised looks. maybe a huff of air in a form of a chuckle because god damn she couldn’t deny it even if she wanted to --- jung nabi was someone jamie undeniably wanted and she knew that. 

   she’s being pulled in , no signs of restraint , jamie followed.. god , she’d follow her to the ends of the earth. ---- speaking of which! the asteroid.. only seconds left , but of course there’s that tease.. that hesitance , that suspense.. for nabi it was in the form of a final blow of using her own words against and jamie has to smile-- smile because how the hell did the younger always say all the right things at the right time? 

    there it is , the impact-- that crash just as powerful as anticipated and it so clearly leaving an , what was imagined to be , irreversible effect. all you could do was stand by the sidelines and witness growing embers , completely and utterly mesmerized by them with no intention of dousing the fire. it’s one kiss and jamie’s knuckles are whitening with sheets bunched up under them , it’s one kiss and jamie’s light-headed with her legs running on reserve to hold her up , it’s one kiss but jamie wants so much more.. 

    funny how nabi tastes nothing like she imagined -- jamie thought strawberry lip gloss and freezing lips , but all she got was smoky liquor and burning desire. it was a thousand times more so you could imagine the struggle jamie faced when she had to force the distance between the two , eyes shut and her lungs quickly taking up whatever air they could find.. “ fuck...” profanities weren’t often something that fell passed her lips but let’s just say the situation called for it because geez , if their first kiss was anything to go by... yeah , she was probably already regretting her next move. 

( ... )

or, in plainer terms, seoha just didn’t know what the hell to do. how was she supposed to act? what was the next step? this wasn’t her usual “let’s do the deed and then maybe not see each other again” routine. all she knew (and that’s the truth) is that she didn’t really want jamie to leave, especially not like this. not a push out the door. not a resemblance of regret.

so god damn was she glad when the other offered to make breakfast; a relieved chortle escaped her and she took a couple of steps forward, closing the gap between them. “breakfast sounds perfect,” she laughed, a hand gently brushing against jamie’s hip, “but i’d feel bad asking you to make it in this state. do you wanna go out? with me?”

    it isn’t lost on her , not in the slightest. how could it be? --- it was there in the way the woman stood with a hesitant smile , in the way she ran her hands through her hair-- that jamie claimed was an unfair move because of how good she looked while doing it , in the way her face was glowing with a light shade of pink adding the perfect amount of color and in the way she spoke with the same voice that jamie remembered sounded so good whispering in her ear just a few hours ago. ----- it’s not lost on her how gorgeous kang seoha was.

     she’s immediately shaking her head , maybe buying some time before words could formulate. “ no.. no , not at all. -- i’m sorry to have overslept a little , wish i’d woken up sooner. seeing you first thing would’ve made for a perfect morning , i imagine. ” a sheepish smile as she rubs the back of her neck , how something like that would’ve chalked up to classic jamie at any other given moment.. but now , it was.. actually a little nerve-wrecking. --- perhaps she was more hungover than she thought and the filter was still setting in. 

     it’s restraint working at its finest as the bar owner did everything she could to stand stationary in her position , not reaching over and holding onto her in anyway , nope. the last thing the woman wanted was to encourage any awkward air between the two , overstay her welcome-- and while it would’ve been completely fine for the other to bid her farewell , when she accepted the invitation , a grin wide enough to fill half of her face spread instantly. 

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