#admin jae

Summary: YN is a smart but lonely girl with a million secrets, some of which are so hidden, they’re hidden from herself. When she gets the bittersweet opportunity to move into a countryside family home, she leaps at the chance to be herself in a home that already holds so many wonderful and loving memories. However, she never could have guessed what, or who, would have come out of the experience.

Rating: Mature 

Warnings: abuse; heavy smut (proper warnings beforehand); mental illness; A/B/O dynamics; if you squint it’s a soulmate AU; a ton of angst

Author’s Note: if long, slowburn, werewolf AU’s with sprinklings of smut and soulmate-esque themes are something you’re interested in, this is the fic for you! 

Part 1- Posted: 10 Dec 2020 

Part 2 - Posted: 12 Dec 2020

Part 3 - Posted: 23 Dec 2020

Part 4 - Posted: 30 Dec 2020

Part 5- Posted: 16 Jan 2021

Part 6- Posted: 17 Jan 2021 (heavy content warning)

Part 7

Part 8

Cody: ...

Cody: As a child, I was forced to-

Touma: I automatically trust anyone who has words like cool friendly nice friend buddy guy etc. in their username

-'Mori' has changed her username to 'cool friendly nice friend buddy guy'-

Word Count: 5162

Warning: Emotional Train Wreck 

Author: Admin Jae

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He was gone for good and he was never coming back. 

You closed the door behind you and fainted. Your dad caught you in his arms before  your head hit the hard floor. Your dad carried you back into your room and laid you to rest. 

After a few minutes, you woke up. “Thank God, you scared me again” your dad sighed in relief. 

Realizing what you just witnessed, in denial. You still asked “Dad, is this a bad dream I’m having?” 

His voice cracked. “No baby girl, It’s not. I’m so sorry. He’s really gone”. 

You fell back into the bed letting everything soak in. “I can tell you loved him very much” you dad acknowledged. 

You nodded, having tears stream down your face. “Very much”. You burst into tears again. Your dad quickly pulled you into his arms to comfort. You cried for a while longer. Grief settled and it planned on staying. 

You heard a knock at the door. It was his mother. 

You dad knew to leave and walked out quietly. 

You opened your mouth to speak. His mom cut you off immediately. “I know she did it”. “I’m so sorry” you apologized. 

She sighed trying her hardest not to cry again. “It was her. He told me everything about her. I didn’t like her from the moment I met her but this….”. She sat next to your bed. 

Detective Hwang slowly walks in. “I hope I am not disturbing you ladies. Is this a good time?” he asked politely. 

“It’s now or never. Detective Hwang. Come in” she spoke, wiping the tears off her face. 

“Ladies, I am sorry for your loss”. 

“Thank you” she said. 

“What happened?” you cut him off. 

“When you both left the hospital. We followed you two fearing Christina would make an attempt to reach out in some way. We just didn’t expect it to be that way”. 

He continued. “We heard a gunshot as soon as we broke the door open. We saw you on the floor bleeding. He was by your side. As soon as we aimed for Christina, she took it upon herself and shot him in the back. It was an exit wound straight through the….heart”. He paused. 

“He died in minutes”. 

You felt yourself become flooded with anger. 

“At the moment, Christina has been arrested and will be tried for murder and attempted murder in all counts. She may even serve time here if American authorities permit it.” 

“Finally some good news.” you mumbled under your breath. 

“When is the trial?” she asked. 

“In two weeks” Detective Hwang replied. “That’s all the news for now. I will leave you ladies be.” He left the room. 

“I should get going too, I need to call everyone and plan…...she paused. “The funeral” she teared up again. 

“This is hard for the both of us. Let me help you” you offered. 

“No, sweetheart. I’m just happy you made him happy. And now I need you to rest. I will handle everything. I need you to get better.” she said. 

You nodded and leaned back into the bed. 

“I’ll let you know if anything happens,” she said before saying good-bye. 

Your dad came back into the room. “Is everything ok?” he asked. 

“I guess. She just left to start planning for the funeral.” you answered. 

He nodded. “And Christina?” 

“She’s being tried for murder. Trust me. You’ll get to meet her soon enough” you guaranteed.

“Focus on recovering.” you dad insisted. “Once, you’re better the sooner I can take you home”. 

You knew what he meant. “I’m not going home yet” you said. 

“What do you mean?” he raised his eyebrow. 

“I need to stay to see if justice will be served, Dad. Christina deserves every bit of it after what she put us through.” 

“I understand that but it’ll put a strain on you”. 

“Dad, I don’t care. Finals are next week. The funeral then the trial. I’m not leaving until I see her in prison.” you folded your arms.

He sighed in frustration. “Fine. Until the doctors discharge you. I’ll take you back to your apartment”. 

“Thank you Dad.” 

You were in the hospital for the next couple days. Jackson, Bambam, Mark came to see you and offer their condolences. The doctor came to check your wound. “You’re healing quite perfectly. No sign of infection. I think you’ll be able to go home tomorrow, I will prescribe you with pain medication”. 

You were released from the hospital, your dad took you back to the apartment. It didn’t feel right. It felt hollow, cold, and quiet. You stared into the refrigerator and sighed. “What’s wrong?” your dad asked. 

“He still didn’t eat the food he left here.” you replied. You grabbed the bag of leftovers dumping it into the trash. He’s not here to eat it. 

“I’m gonna sleep on the couch.” you dad said. “When do finals start and how many do you have?” he asked. 

“The day after tomorrow. I only have two finals on the same day.” you said. “Tomorrow, can we go visit his mom? I’m worried about her” you said. “Sure” he smiled. 

For the rest of the day, you relaxed and studied. You couldn’t stop thinking about him. You laid in bed staring at the ceiling wishing he was here. Every memory and every touch you craved. You missed him. 

The next morning, he took you to her house. You knocked on the door but no answer. “That’s weird, she’s usually home” you said. “Then where could she be?” your dad asked. 

You remembered. You walked around the house with a concrete walkway. You peeped a straw hat in the garden. “There she is” you smiled. You yelled. She stood up smiling and made her way to you. “You came to see me. That’s so sweet of you” she gave you a bear hug. “This must be your dad” she assumed. “You look just like him.”

“Hi, it’s very nice to meet you,” he introduced himself. “Likewise, please come inside. I’ll fix us something to eat”. 

When you three, you told your dad to remove his shoes at the door and walk in slippers or socks. She stormed into the kitchen making more racket, it reminded you of him. 

You both seated yourselves at the dinner table as she bought out some kimbap and kimchi. “I hope you guys enjoy everything, I know he would love this.” she said with a soft smile. You ate quietly with your thoughts, you saw his childhood through each picture frame into his adulthood. 

“I know you miss him.” she observed. “I do too.”

“Dad, this is him” you grabbed a frame. Your dad looks down and smirks. “He’s very nice-looking. I would have loved to meet him.” 

“How’s the funeral coming?” you asked. 

“I guess it’s ok. The funeral is this Saturday. He’s going to be cremated and put it in a urn and buried behind my garden and Detective Hwang just told me the trial will begin Monday morning at 10am.” 

“I was wondering if you could say something at the funeral” she asked, “If it’s not too much.” 

“I would be honored” you smiled softly. She smiled back and gave you a bear hug. 

“You should get going, I know finals start tomorrow. You need to rest” she said. “I’ll see you Saturday and I will text you the address”. 

The next morning, you took some medication for your shoulder pain. You were happy you could still move it. “Good luck with finals today sweetheart.” 

“Thanks Dad”. 

You headed to the classroom. You walked in with students gathered in a huge crowd restudying notes and cramming. “Hey” you heard, you looked in the general direction. It was Mark. You huffed, walked up the steps and sat next to him. “Are you ready?”. “I guess.” you said. “I would wave but my arm” Mark chuckled a bit. “How are you going to write your answer?” you asked. “I guess I would bubble in the answer with my left hand.” he laughed. “I hope it works.” you smiled. “Yeah me too.” Mark smiled. 

The teacher walked and everyone became quiet. “Alright class. Take your seats” he instructed. I will be giving you guys three hours for this exam. Best of luck to you.” He walked up the aisle to each row  and passed the exam papers down. 

“Good luck” Mark smiled. 

“Thanks. You too” you smiled. You took a deep breath and began to work. 

2 hours later….

Mark left within an hour and half. You tripled checked your answers and kissed the paper hoping to pass. You handed your exam over to your professor.  Mark waited for you outside. “Hey, I was wondering when you would come out”. “Yeah me too”. you said. “How do you think you did?” he asked. “I don’t know, you?” you questioned. “No idea, some were hard and easy” Mark answered. “Same” you agreed with him. 

“Hey Y/N---” Mark stumbled. 

“So the funeral is Saturday, you know he'll want you to be there” you cut him off. 

“I know, are you busy this evening?” Mark asked shyly. 

“Ummm…..not really” you hesitated. 

“I was wondering if you would like to have dinner with my parents and I. I know the past several days haven't been easy for you. We just want you to know that if you need us, we're always here for you.” Mark held your hand expressing his sincerity. 

“I understand. I'll come" you nodded. 

“Will you bring your Dad too?” Mark asked. 

“Sure" you said. “Just text me the address. We'll meet you guys there. I have to go to my next final exam. I'll see you later.” 

“No problem. I'll see you later.” 

You arrived at your destination to take your next exam. Pretty confident in yourself, you were positive you passed with flying colors. After your exams, your dad picked you up, you sat in the passenger seat immensely quiet. 

“What’s wrong?...Is something bothering you?” your dad asked. 

“Mark and his parents want to have dinner with us tonight” you said. 

Your father’s eyebrows perked. “Really? What for?” 

“I’m not sure, Mark said they wanted to show they are here to always support me” you said. 

“That’s nice,” your dad remarked. “I guess so,” you said. 

You both arrived back at your apartment. You decided to take that time to write Jaebeom eulogy for the funeral. As you wrote, you started to cry a bit. You had to pull yourself together. It was so hard to continue to write. You glared at the time of the phone as Mark texted the address, it was time to get ready for dinner. 

You showered and dressed comfortably, so you wore a simple dress, white tennis shoes and a jean jacket. You finally came out the room and saw your dad ready. 

“Hey kiddo, you ok?” your father spoke with concern as he saw the look on your face. 

You attempt to cover your feelings with a shadow of a slight smile and nod. “I’m ok, at least I will be.” 

“It’s going to get better,” he smiled. “ Let’s go”. 

You and your father arrived at the restaurant, to be greeted by Mark waiting for you both at the front. 

“Hey, Thank you so much for coming” Mark smiled and gave you a hug. Mark saw your father peering behind you. “Hello Sir, it’s nice to finally meet you” he gave your father a handshake. “Likewise” your father smiled. 

Mark walked you both to the table where his parents were seated. Ray sat across from you. His arms were folded and had a stern look on his face. He obviously looks like he’s been drinking prior to arriving. You had a feeling this was not going to be good. “Well Ray say something,” Mark’s mother insisted. He remained silent. “I’m sorry, he’s been acting like this since we got here. We don’t know what’s wrong with him.” Mark whispered in your ear. 

The waitress brought your drinks and took your orders. Mark’s mother was having a conversation with your father about what he does for a living. You and Mark looked at each other awkwardly. Before Mark could utter a word, Ray cut in. “So Y/N, I’m happy you came” he said arms folded. “Thanks for having me,” you said. 

“I asked for you to come because I want to understand why?” 

Your eyebrow rose. “Why what?” 

“Why did you have to tell him?” 

“Because it was the right thing to do,” you said. 

“But it wasn’t your secret to tell” he seethed. 

“No one should have to be a secret, you’re just upset because your trifling ass got exposed” you folded your arms as well. “Let me guess, you had no intentions on telling Mark did you? or even try to meet Jaebeom for once in your life. He is your son and you abandoned them both. How can you sleep at night?” you asked. 

He huffed. “I sleep just fine”. 

“You bastard” 

“You had no right to pry into someone else’s business, that is not yours” he stood up. 

“IT IS MY BUSINESS IF IT’S SOMEONE I CARE AND LOVE IS INVOLVED” you shouted out your seat. The restaurant became extremely quiet, all eyes were on you. You bowed in apology and took your seat. 

“Keep it together Y/N” your dad advised. You knew you can’t lose your cool around this crowd, but you could care less, you just lost the love of your life to a psycho bitch and now his “father” has the audacity to question you. 

“You’ve got some nerve questioning me and my motives” you seethed “He deserved to know. And you if you don’t like it, well that’s a “you” problem.” 

“Dad, now is not the time,” Mark said. 

“On the contrary, now is perfect timing” Ray remarked. 

“Ray, honey. This girl just lost her boyfriend and you just lost your son. Please I hope you arrange this dinner to bring some peace” Mark’s mother sighed. 

“That boy was no son of mine and never will be!” Ray answered. 

“You are an ass! I hope you know that. I hope you live with guilt for the rest of your life. Jaebeom really wanted to meet you, to have a relationship with you, to be a good son to you. You never even gave him a chance!” you pound your fist against the table so hard both everyone jumped. 

“Mark, I’m sorry that you and Jaebum never had a good relationship with each dealing with Christina and I. I wish things turned out different” you started to tear up. 

Mark gently placed his hand on your shoulder. “I know and it’s ok”. He smiled. 

You have already lost your appetite, the waitress came back with your food. You were only able to nibble at a time. 

You looked at Ray in disgust. How can he do this and still not care. He doesn’t care about no one else except himself. 

You pushed your plate away. 

“Why aren’t you eating?” Ray asked. 

“I’ve lost my appetite” you answered. You stood up, you motioned to your dad you were ready to leave. 

“Mark, I’ll see you at the funeral, Saturday” you said. “Ray, as much as Jaebeom wanted to meet you. I’m actually happy he didn’t” you said calmly. 

“Oh really? why?” he asked. “Because he would have become you” you replied. You stood up and straightened your dress. “Dad, I’m ready to leave,” you motioned. Your father walked behind you as you exited the restaurant. Mark ran behind you. “Y/N, Y/N wait” he grabbed your hand. “Y/N, I’m sorry that my dad is being an asshole”.

 “Please don’t ever become like him. I know you are a good guy, both you and Jaebeom”. Mark nodded. 

“I’ll see you at the funeral”. He released your hand and headed back into the restaurant. 

“That was eventful” your dad sighed. “I know”. 

Your dad drove you back to your apartment. Your father tried his hardest to cheer you up with tv and food. Nothing was working. “Dad, I appreciate what you have done for me so far since you’ve been here. I’m just going to need some time to process”. Your dad nodded his head in agreement. “Let me know if you need anything,” he said. “Thank you” you smiled softly. 

You went back into your bedroom to get ready for bed. As you closed the door, you silently cried to yourself. You were hurting so much. Your heart was aching. You didn’t know how you were going to keep going without Jaebeom. You wiped the tears away from your eyes and started the shower. Minimal comfort came from the hot running water streaming off your skin. 

You imagined him slowly wrapping his arms around you, holding you close and embracing you from behind. He’s kissing your neck. Skin to Skin. He wouldn’t let you go. You turned around, facing him. He was in front of you. Tears started to form again. “I miss you” you said. “I miss you too”. “How am I going to do this without you?” you asked. He answered back, “You are going to still have to live your life babe”, he continued “I love you so much” as he placed his hand on your face. You missed his touch. “Please don’t go” you whispered crying again. “I’m sorry babe. I have to” he whispered. He kissed you one last time and vanished. 

Tears continuously streamed down your cheeks. 

You stepped out the shower and saw yourself in the mirror, your eyes were puffy and red. You just wanted the pain to end, you wanted it to stop with every fiber of your being. After dressing you collapsed on the bed looking at your phone. You knew you needed to write a sentiment about Jaebeom for the funeral. You grabbed a book, sheet of paper and a pen. You began to write. Tears formed again staining the paper as it rolled off your cheeks. You kept playing everything you remembered about him in your head and how much he meant to you. Your phone buzzed disrupting your concentration. It was Mark. 

Mark: Y/N, I’m worried about you. Let me help you. Talk to me. I’m here. I know I shouldn’t say this but I still love you. I know you don’t feel the same. But I want to be a friend to you again. 

You read his message wondering if you should reply back. You were in no mood to talk to anyone. A friend, you thought to yourself. 

Another text message came in, it was Bambam. 

Bambam: Hey, I’m sorry to hear about what happened to Jaebeom. I can’t imagine how you are feeling right now. I can tell he loved you very much. I always saw him like a big brother. I hope you are doing alright. I would like to pay my respects at the funeral. Can you send me the address? 

You texted Bambam back with the address and the time to arrive. You texted Mark back that you’ll see him at the funeral and you guys can talk then. You placed your phone on do not disturbed. 

You placed your sentiment down on the desk in your room and crawled into bed. Succumbing to the weight of the comforter, you immediately fell asleep. 

The next day, you stayed in your room for the majority of the day. Your dad brought your food when you needed to eat. You just wanted to sleep. You wanted this nightmare to end. You kept envisioning Jaebeom being with you; holding your hand, kissing your forehead, cuddling you in his arms, telling you everything was going to be okay. Each vision vanished after the next. You laid in bed with your tears staining the pillow. Before you knew it, it was night again. You fell asleep again and didn’t want to wake up. 

You felt a hand tap your shoulder as you slept. You woke up in a panic.. “Hey baby girl, it's time to wake up. We need to get ready.” your dad said. 

Today was the day. HIs funeral. 

You sighed. Grief is a bitch. 

You wore a black dress, black pointed flats with a black cardigan. You stepped out of the room. You helped your dad tie his tie. “Are you ready?” he asked. All you could do was nod your head. “I’m ready” you sighed. 

It was cloudy, rain is possibly coming. You stared out of the window on the way to the funeral. You never felt so drained, you felt an entire weight on your shoulders. 

When you arrived you saw the entrance covered with funeral wreaths with Jaebum’s name written on all of them. You arrived in a small room with a window placed for everyone to view Jaebum’s body. You spotted Bambam offering his condolences to Jaebum's mother. Your heart sunk to the pits of your stomach as you saw she began to cry. You felt a gentle touch on your shoulder. You turned to see your father trying to calm your nerves down. “Take it easy” he whispered. You nodded your head. Bambam saw you at the entrance. He approached you. “I’m sorry about everything Y/N?” he apologized. 

“Thank you Bambam, you know he was like a brother to me”. “ I know” you said. “He cared about you alot”. Bambam gave you a hug and placed his seat with a new girl he seems to be seeing. You turned and looked at his mother who was escorted to her seat.

 You walked up to the window to see Jaebeom one last time. You felt tears stream down your face. You stared off into space reminiscing. You felt someone stand next to you, from the corner of your eye it was Mark. Mark sighed. “Hey” he said. “Hey” you whispered. “Y/N, I’m so sorry” he apologized. “This was all my fault” his voice cracked, tears began to stream down his face. . “All of this could have been prevented if I-”he continued. “Mark” you softly spoke. You placed your hand on his shoulders. “I’m angry Y/N, I had a brother I didn’t know. I didn’t even have a chance to” he choked”. He couldn’t hold his composure. He was in tears. You immediately grabbed him into an embrace. You held him tightly to you and whispered in his ear, “It’s not your fault”. “If everything was different” he continued to choke. “I would have-”. 

“I know Mark,” you said. “Jaebeom would have wanted to have a relationship with you too” you assured him. “My brother died before I could have got to know him” he continued to cry. You felt Mark’s agony with the situation, pushing you to cry harder. “Mark everything is going to be ok” you said. Mark wrapped his arms around you holding you closely. 

“Y/N” you heard Jaebum’s mother speak. You pulled away from Mark. “Mark, I’m happy you were able to come. Thank you” Jaebum’s mother said. Mark bowed and began to walk away. “Don’t you think you should sit with us?” she suggested to him. Mark stopped and replied, “I didn’t think it would matter”. “You’re his brother, you need to be here with us” she said. Mark took his seat behind you both. Your father sat next to you for emotional support as you began to cry again. After everyone viewed the body and took their seats. The cremation ceremony started. 

The mortician stood at the podium. “We have gathered here today to say good-bye to Jaebeom. This young man was not only a son, he was a lover, a fighter, a helper, and a brother”. Mark's head rose as soon as he heard the word brother. He was taken too soon, he had so much to live for. May God rest his soul”. He continued. “Before we burn the body before, is there anyone who would like to share a few words?” he asked. 

You looked over at Jaebum’s mother. She stood at the podium, she had a piece of paper in her hand, she was beginning to tremble. Her voice cracked. “Jaebeom was my sweet baby boy. The best thing that ever happened to me. He used to eat me out of the house and home. He always took other people’s problems on his shoulders, he loved to help people. He was thoughtful and understanding. My son acted when no one else would act. He helped those that he could, including me. I will see to it my son will get justice. His death was not in vain.” she choked forming more tears. She stepped from the podium. 

The mortician came up to the podium. “Anyone else?” 

You finally stood with a paper in your hand as well. You stood to the podium. Your hands were shaking. You swallowed hard and began to read. “I would have never thought to run into someone like Jaebeom. When we met, I didn’t think it would turn into something more. It did. I fell in love with him. Slowly gradually. When I was at my most vulnerable, he was there. He always took care of me. I wanted a future with him, it was cut short before it could even begin. He accepted all my flaws and loved me for me. Jaebeom knew things about me that I didn’t know about myself. I have no regrets being with you. I cherish every moment with you from your laughs to your scolding. You were the best thing that happened to me. I will always love you". You quickly folded the paper together and hurried back to your seat before you bursted into further tears. 

The mortician stood back up to the podium. "If we do not have anyone else to share, we will now prepare for the burning of the body". 

You felt his mother squeeze your hand tightly, you turned to her. She was trembling hard. She wanted to burst. You lightly placed your hand above her hand to calm her down. The mortician stepped in the chamber standing above Jaebum's body. He revealed his face one more time before placing him in a wooden casket. The mortician placed his wooden casket into the cremation chamber. As his casket burned, the viewing room remained ever so quiet. You wanted to cry even harder but there were no tears left. 

The cremation was completed, his body was placed in an urn and given to his mother. You all were escorted to the reception room afterwards. 

“I’m gonna bury him in the backyard behind the garden,” his mother told you as you sat with her. “Thank you for coming”. “It’s no problem” you shyly smiled.

Detective Hwang approached the two of you with a well dressed young man. “Excuse me ladies, I know this is a terrible time. Before Monday, I would like to introduce Prosecutor Jeong. He will be leading the case against Christina” he introduced. 

“It’s a pleasure to meet you both. I would like to offer my condolences.” he said. He seemed very young to be a prosecutor. 

“He’s the best of the best. He graduated top of his class and he wins every case.” Detective Hwang continued proudly. 

“I hope to win this one” Prosecutor Jeong humbly spoke. “I compiled enough evidence to put her behind bars for many years. Even if she denies these claims and refuses to confess it wouldn’t matter.” he explained. 

“That’s great news. I just hope the judge rules in our favor.” you sighed.  

“Well see that’s the thing, we don’t have a jury here. The judge decides on what kind of sentence the person deserves for their crimes. But I don't see why the judge wouldn’t rule in our favor.” Jeong softly smiled. 

“I could. All she has to do is sit pretty and cry crocodile tears.” you folded your arms. 

“Speaking of which, sitting pretty. I would like to call both of you to testify against her.”  he asked. 

You looked at his mother. She sighed contemplating. She looked unsure. “I don’t think she would be able to. The trauma we both experienced.” you cautioned. 

“I understand. But if you ever change your mind. Let me know.” he handed you his card. “I will keep in touch until Monday,” he said. Him and Detective Hwang left. 

“We’re going to get through this.” you said. 

“I know,” she said. 

Your dad approached you. “How are you holding up?” he asked. You sighed. “I’m doing okay. a little tired”. “I’ll be in the car whenever you are ready to leave” as he left the room. “I’ll be there in a few minutes Dad”. 

Mark approached you after speaking with Jaebum’s mother. “Hey” you said. “Hey, can we talk in private?” he asked. 

“Sure” you asked. 

You found a quiet hallway around the corner from the reception room. “How did everything go talking to his -” before you could finish your sentence. “They asked me to testify” Mark cut you off. “Well, are you going to?” you asked. “Yes, I am”. 

“Thank you” you smiled. “We can finally get her out of our lives”. 

“There’s something else, I need to say to you” Mark swallowed. 

“What?” 

“I know that we have not been on the best of terms between me and you, ” Mark said sincerely. 

“Mark, I told you I forgive you” you said. 

“It’s not that,” he corrected. 

“Then where is this coming from?” you asked. 

“It’s because I still love you” 

“Mark” you sighed. 

Mark pulled you towards him and kissed you. He didn’t give you a chance to breathe. You felt if you kissed him back, you felt you were betraying Jaebeom and your love for him. But Jaebeom wasn’t there anymore. This was too sudden. You cared for Mark, but you weren’t too sure of returning the same feelings.. You felt your mind become cloudy. You stammered back shaking your head and softly whispered. “Mark, I can’t, not right now. I’m just-”. 

“Jaebeom is gone” you continued “Mark, I care about you a lot, but I can’t” you started to tear up. 

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that. That’s not fair to you” Mark apologized. “I just figured that if I told you how I felt, maybe-”. 

“I’ll feel the same way” you finished his sentence. He just nodded his head. 

“Mark, I have to go, my dad is waiting for me in the car. I’ll see you at the trial” you quickly walked away. 

As you entered the car, your father asked if you were ok. You slightly nodded advising him so. On the drive home, you left wondering if you still loved Mark after everything that has transpired between the two of you. 

Should I still give him a chance?

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hey there! here’s a pretty decently sized list of some fc’s that can be used, most of them are chinese as well! i’ve included the drama(s) that best suit the vibe as well, and many of them are period dramas!

Chinese Males (1986-1994)

ma tianyu in ice fantasy (1986 /  hui chinese )

luo yunxi in ashes of love ( 1988 / chinese )

lin gengxin in god of war,zhao yun  (1988/ chinese)

dai zu in the legends (1989 / chinese)

kido gao in legend of fuyao (1989 / chinese)

liu ruilin in eternal love of dream (1990 / chinese)

cheng yi in love and redemption ( 1990 / chinese )

lu han in fighter of destiny (1990/chinese) 

xiao zhan in the untamed and douluo continent (1991 / chinese)

deng lun in ashes of love and princess agents (1992 / chinese)

vin zhang in The Kings Woman (1993/chinese)

qu chuxiao in Bloody Romance (1994/Chinese) 

wan yi hua in various photos ( 19?? / chinese )