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She’s not in the best shape, not for running and especially not for push ups, so she attempts to work hard and still hurry to her least favorite class. She can’t stand PE for two reasons. The first reasons is her aforementioned lack of physical aptitude. The second reason is because of her fear to see... him. 

Youngji has had a small crush on Woohyun since her first day of freshman year, but how could she admit to her herself or anyone for that matter with him being who he is. Talented, good looking, fans on social media, the works. It didn’t make sense for a quiet girl obsessed with he music classes to even have a chance with a guy like that. 

When she feels the baseball on her foot, she nearly jumps, but still picks it up and throws it back, taking a few extra seconds to realize who she is throwing it to, and when she does she gasps a little to herself, covering her mouth with her hand. When she lifts her arm, she sees the zeros, and another rush of panic fills her body. 

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☠: Your muse has died, this is how mine reacts.

The way he died was really what really god her. It was so mundane. The man who had given her snow and fire and love- simply run over by a drunk drive on his way to meet her for a move night. Her eyes were still dry when she was at his funeral, dressed in black and frowns. The ceremony was small, nothing too extravagant, but it was something that broke her heart. They all used words like lovely and sweet and kind but it just wasn’t enough. Maybe there just weren’t any words in the dictionary to explain the man who was kind and fierce and handsome and good hearted- and yet so much more. He was more than words, but actions and heart and soul- one of the most beautiful men she’d ever met. 

Everyone left, but of course she stood behind. She thanked everyone for coming, eve though it wasn’t her who organised it... Everyone could see that her eyes were a little heavier than most. Maybe they just didn’t understand. He was her best friend- the man she loved so much sometimes it overwhelmed her. And now he was gone, just dust in the wind. Nothing she could say or do would bring him back and that’s what really hurt the most. If only she cancelled on their date, if only she didn’t want to him so badly that night- maybe he would be with her right now, holding her hand and laughing with her. That laugh. She would never hear it again. 

It wasn’t until everyone was gone when she finally cried. Archie knew that she refused to cry, a strong willed stubborn girl. But here she was bawling, her hands tried to cover her face but they were coming out without warning. She was drowning in them, unable to breathe now. “Oh fuck, Archie, I miss you so much... Archie, I don’t want to be without you,” she mumbled stupidly, knowing nothing was going to bring him back. She was screaming and wailing- thrashing about. Heartbroken and hurt. Destroyed. He was her protector- but who was protecting him? All her life she would live with this guilt, knowing she was the reason for his demise.

Hearing the silent cry of her child and the weight of her tiny young body, Seolhyun smiled to see her hungry daughter begging for food. “Good morning angel, time for food?” she kissed the girl’s forehead, then cheek, thankful to have such a beautiful person in her life. “I’ll make your favorite.”

♣ My muse is terminally ill and breaks up with yours so that they don’t have to mourn them.

First thing Seolhyun felt was anger. How could Sona keep this from her? It was her life- her goddamn fucking life. A part of her was angry that Sona kept this from her, but another part was angry at herself. How had she not seen it sooner? She had spent months dating the ill girl, and hadn’t realised how fragile she was. She hadn’t even noticed how difficult it was for her do certain things. And here Seolhyun was, forcing her to go out on dates- to go bungee jumping, to go on roller coasters, to go skinny dipping. 

Seolhyun was never the smartest tool in the shed, but with her limited knowledge, she knew that she had to take care of Sona and keep her inside and keep her as safe as possible. At first, Sona loved being taken care of and doted on. At first, Sona couldn’t help but smile knowing that Seolhyun was always going to be there for her. Always going to be doting and watching over her with a smile, doing anything and everything for her.

And then it got hard. With Seolhyun’s job and the pity party she always had for Sona was getting exhausting. Soon after, they learnt to detest one another. Seolhyun tried to do everything for Sona and the ill girl hated it. Seolhyun’s friends soon noticed how difficult it was for her to keep with Sona’s needs and how hard it was to keep the girl happy. After a long while, she finally came into terms with it. Sona was going to die. She would no longer be with her- no matter how many chicken soups she tried to force feed her.

One day, as she was fixing up some coffee for the pair, her words came out like vomit. “I can’t… I can’t do this anymore,” she couldn’t even look into her eyes. “I can’t live like this, though I try hard- it’s all going downhill, isn’t it? Nothing’s going to matter. You’re still going to…” die. The word never left her lips. “I’m sorry. I love you. But I can’t. I just can’t!” she shouted, frustration and fear obvious in her eyes. She took her coat, one more look towards Sona before running out. 

▲ My muse breaks up with yours because they feel they’re holding yours back from happiness.

It had been an eventful couple months of dating. Having met in the most cliches of places- a coffee shop- it was bitter sweet that she was going to end their relationship in the same setting. Seolhyun could see it. He would pretend to hide it behind his strained smiles- but damn, she could see it. His wavering smile, the light going from his eyes... Anyone who looked close enough, who knew Myungsoo enough knew that he was lying. 

Every ‘I love you’, every ‘I miss you’ was no longer filled with the same warmth as before. It was painful to see and even more heart breaking to feel. He would never text her or call her first, never just want to see how her day was like. The light and love had gone from their relationship. He no longer cared for her and straining out this relationship out longer was something she never wanted for them. 

With her hands clutched around the coffee cup, she looked over at her boyfriend who was paying more attention to his cellphone than her. It was more than likely work- he had been so busy lately. She tried not take his distant nature as lack of passion, but rather tiredness. But it was undeniable. He wasn’t happy with her. She cleared his throat to gather his attention, doing it a few more times before he finally looked up at her with a questioning and forced smile. 

“I wanna break up,” she said, the words coming out of her lips like acid. “You’re not happy with me. You’re trying to keep us together but I can tell. I’m not blind and I don’t want to remain silent anymore. We’re not good together and... And I can’t be your girlfriend anymore, okay?” she took a deep breath. Not letting him respond, she stood up abruptly from her seat. There were no tears, but the pain in her eyes was obvious. “Let’s remain friends,” she mumbled, spitting out the last word bitterly before running out of the cafe post haste. 

Barom sighed and held out his wrist, showing the other. In thin black handwriting is the others name. "Its your name, its always been your name engraved into my wrist." He bites his lip. "I just didn't want you to reject me for it."