Ashley knew that she should have never stalked Cash's social media. She couldn’t help it though, their divorce was sudden and she was not ready to let go. In all honesty, she would never be ready to let go. It was those thoughts that led her to obsessively going through all his social media pages, deep diving into comments and conversations, the more she scrolled the more that she was getting upset.
There became a repeating name and face. The more that Ashley stalks this girl the more red that she sees. How dare he? It’s been only three months since their divorce, Cash has no right moving on so quickly from their relationship. Especially with someone that wasn’t nearly as cute as she was. These thoughts make it easy for her to convince herself that going over to talk, looking her best, will be more than enough for Cash to forget about whatever new girl this was, and fall in love with herself all over again.
It’s with this in mind that she’s carefully getting ready, doing her hair and makeup in the way that she knows that Cash likes, hair tied into pigtails and wearing a short skirt to match. Ashley’s hopes are high, even with that anger that’s simmering just below the surface. She’s confident in her plan as she drives to the familiar building, a place she still considers home even while she’s not currently living there anymore.
But all of those thoughts are shattered almost the instant she arrives and gets out of the car, lurking just around the corner with the front door in sight, heart breaking while the rage simultaneously grows. It’s that girl from his instagram, leaving his place at ten pm, clad in one of Cash’s hoodies, kissing all on him as if that was something that she ever deserved to happen to her. All that Ashley can think about as she watches is how much that Cash has betrayed her with this, how horrible of him to have moved on so quickly, as if she was nothing, as if their relationship meant so little.
It’s infuriating, it has her practically melting into her anger, the angriest that she’s ever felt in her whole life. Cash belongs with her, with only her and no one else. She was Ashley Shon, and no one else would ever get to carry his last name besides her, she’d make sure of that.
When she deems that enough time has passed she sneaks her way up to the door, inputting the code and letting a sense of victory wash over her when it opens up, pleased that Cash never changed it. Ashley doesn’t turn the lights on, and silently thanks whoever is listening that the animals don’t signal her arrival, don’t make any noise at all. Which ends up being a moot point anyway, because in the next minute she stumbles over a stray dog toy outside of the kitchen, freezing in her spot to make sure that she hasn’t been heard, that Cash doesn’t come out to see what made the disturbance, heart pounding in her ears.
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[ REST ] for the shorter muse to lean forward and press their forehead against the tall one’s chest/shoulder while they stand in front of each other. //go ahead and make it hurt too lol
'TOL AND SMOL' PROMPTS
It was somber.
"I'm just lookin' out for you, that's all..."
Seeing Cash take away a little piece of himself broke her heart. It was as if every time they saw each other again, there was something missing of him. And every time, she wasn't sure if she should take him seriously when he says 'it's okay'.
So she finds a way to lure him in. To make herself the self-appointed mistress just to save him from a failing marriage. Have everyone talk about her behind her back as a home-wrecker so to take him away from a toxic environment. For himself. For their friendship. And everything in between.
"I'm tired too... you know," Minseo leans on his chest, in which she could tell he avoided for a minute before giving up his defenses and lets her be. She felt anger coming from him. The fight had escalated and they now saw each other as enemies. For a moment, they weren't close. They were far apart from what they knew. "I can help you, you can come to me..."
"Would you have given me an answer, anyway?" she asks, though already knowing how stubborn Cash would be, she wasn't expecting one for any question.
The wound on his brow was being treated with a gentle hand, but quick to make sure that he doesn't suffer anymore unnecessary pain. Her eyes follow the trail of his blood down his arm and between his fingers, splatters also covering half of his body.
"I feel like lately you've been out and about getting in to trouble," she tries again, "I'd know, because I'm in the same boat."
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"Is that right?" she announces, her hands in front of her in tremor as the flour had exploded all over her form after he had collided with the other. Her eyes open slowly, seeing Cash emotionless had made her one too. "And to think that I'm the clumsy one here, I am not starting another batch of the croissants. Open the cafe late."
He tried to say something in between, but she didn't give her a chance.
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Their footsteps hurry down the street, the grip on Cash's hand was tight. Her thoughts were empty as they just continued to run, particularly no where at three in the morning. The neighborhood was quiet, only the sounds of their soft giggles echo along with the street light's electrical noise. It was one of those nights where a memory is stored for the pure purpose of looking back at it when you have missed someone. Still, his words from earlier bothered her. She didn’t question much knowing he’s been doing things on his own lately.
“My god, Cash, you’re in trouble again, aren’t you?” She muses, trying to pry once again as she takes him to an arm. “Nothing good happens past this hour, you and I both know that.”
ft. petricur, jinteopark, spoiledsins, anterocash // drug usage, violence, animal abuse
Her body stumbles around the house, barely managing to get through the hall without her body being flung to one side for support. Someone’s hand holds her up, her memory hazed as she hears a chuckle. Minseo couldn’t help but laugh too. Because she was heavy on the cannabis that was going through her too fast. Too fast. Suddenly, she sees her younger self. The one that she came to know very, very well.
Her eyes shift and if felt light. Her body was hot from it-- but she thought it might just be the drugs.
I knew who I was at a young age. But I’ve changed since then.
Minseo’s hands were warm. It was wet. She looks at the damage, there was a rabbit whimpering in pain before its body stops moving completely. It’s fur coat was stained red just as much as herself. The weapon of choice was a branch forced to its stomach. Only then she can feel, she too, was hurt. Her eyes avert to her hand, it fascinates her to look at her injury. She was unsure what was real at that moment.
It only hurt when I heard the voices.
~
29
“You’re almost 30, this should’ve been the right time to take the company,” Yohan muses, finishing the final steps of her false identifications in a document. From IDs to passport just in case things go awry, everything was prepared. “You’re really ready to leave everything behind if things don’t go as planned?”
“They’ll be fine without me.” She responds, taking another pill. There was a soft chuckle heard on his end. “They did it once, they can do it again.”
“Again?” His words were laced with curiosity. His hands expertly presses buttons here and there. In an instant, her identity changes on paper.
“Trust me, this wasn’t the first time.”
A hum to respond, he was able to finish the last of her documents, placing everything neatly in an envelope. He placed the passport on top for to take a look at, as she exchanged a lump sum of money in a different envelope. It was thick and he had trusted her as this wasn’t the first time she had asked such favor. The only difference is that it was for her. Yohan jokes of how the name was boyish, suggesting a much gentler sounding name.
“Pleasure doing business with you, as always.” He tips his head while she reads her new identity. “Until then, ‘Seojin’. I look forward to seeing you again.”
~
“You are not ready!!” His voice echoes throughout the hall, herself being stubborn as ever. “You can barely walk and you expect yourself to go off to carry out your plan?! What’s this? A suicide mission??”
Punch him.
“Matteo, I asked you to carry out everything if I failed.” She retorts calmly but her anger is already filled to the brim. “I told you to protect me.”
“I can’t do it properly if you constantly put yourself in danger when I’m not around.” He argues, also angered at the situation. “At least let your senses heal first and we can carry it from there.”
“I have to move as quickly as I can—“
“You barely got it together—“
“Don’t speak to me that way!” Her voice rises. It was an out burst that catches Hyejung’s attention, she comes into view to witness it all. “I’m still your boss—“
“Then act like one!!” His voice was stern, also raising at the peak of his anger. “You think this is easy for me?! I’ve known you my entire life—! This isn’t you—!!”
This person is a threat. Hurt him.
There was a pause. Her face softens. She felt sorry. Having Hyejung near by prevented her from lashing out completely. Before she walks away from it all.
~
Before she can even place a pill on her mouth, the doorstep opens.
“Are you sure you wanna do that?” Hyejung’s by her side soon enough, their hands touch and she couldn’t feel the warmth. “You were in the brink of an overdose, and I hate to agree with him, but he’s right.”
She might hurt you.
Minseo’s annoyance rises once again, closing the cap of the pills and hands it over. She was quiet, the two share a comfortable silence before she tosses the pill on her hand to the ground.
“We’re here for you—“
“Stop saying that—“ she huffs out, “I get it— I’m not mentally stable to be doing anything right now. Can we just move on?”
“No, because you wouldn’t.” Hyejung frowns. She understands this difficult period and was trying her best not to trigger anything further. “It’s hard I’m sure. But there’s no reason to be this destructive.”
“This is me. This has always been me.” Destructive. Full of deceit and pain. Every time she chased love, it ends up being taken away from her. Minseo finally accepted that she can never have love like the rest. It wasn’t for her.
Have your defenses up.
~
“Since when did you smoke again?” Cash’s voice echoes between the loud music he played, opting to lay his head on her lap. His eyes were bewildered but the blunt was on his mouth. “You’re a ‘pop-a-pill’ kind of girl as far as I remember.”
“I dont-- and correct,” she responds, her line of sight in the ceiling as her hand fluff his hair. The smoke alone was already making her feel things. “Be careful smoking that around here. Aren’t you worried?”
“About?~” He chuckles, tugging her chin down to look at him. The face of someone who’s mourning faces her, too. “Try it once.”
“No--”
“Once.” He bugs. He gets up, invading her personal space once more as the little roll is on her face. She shakes her head no again. He decides to push his luck one more time.
“What do you have to lose, little miss perfect?”
Her head tilts, she wasn’t new to things like this. But the habits she came to know were learned because of her surroundings. Of course things were more of a grander scale or she was impressing someone she needed to get a hold of. All of that changed when she was able to find the love of her life. But now it’s gone again, she couldn’t help but feel reckless. What do you have to lose? Her hand reaches for it, and she smokes after a long decade of avoiding them. Cash’s amusement of Minseo actually taking it all in made him laugh. She still had it in her, being able to hold it in her lungs well enough to blow it out of his face. And then came another round. It didn’t take long before the effects began. On top of the alcohol previously, and other drugs that was on her system already… the combination was not the best.
What?…. To lose…. what do you have to lose…?
“Cash... I feel sick...” She whispers, while the younger one observes. He held her hand gently. “I wanna go home.” She rises, despite his protests.
There was a chuckle as she was being tugged back to the couch. She started hallucinating about little things. She was looking at her hand, but it looked like a child’s. Her head feels lighter, and it looks like she’s in a brink of passing out.
She apologizes as he holds on to her, and the tears come.
~
19
Screams fill her room as the house staff listen to it. There was no warning, there was no stopping it. They’ll just let her emotions out considering she never once lashed out publicly — understanding that it’s not her place to do it in front of others. Her room was trashed, glass shards sprawls danger on the floor. She hurts herself from gripping her hair in an action to pull them out. Her throat dry from the endless shrieks she let out. She didn’t even remember why she was angry. All she knew is that it had already built up for this week that she needs to make room for more.
So she lets it out.
“20 minutes, ma’am.” She hears, continuing to let out her rage. It was a timer, before her father comes in the house.
She calms down at how close the time was. Minseo regains composure, as if nothing happened just now. The staff took this chance to begin cleaning up as she huffs out her breaths.
“10 minutes.” A car was heard pull up in their home, followed by the garage being felt open beneath her feet. She wipes her tears, before being handed a pill. It controlled her to be calm— worked right away like always. There was a staff that fixed her hair, made her look presentable, and ensured there were no traces of the “ugliness” she labeled her self when she was like this.
Step on it, it’s your punishment.
They send her off, leaving her room pristine and clean. Her footsteps try to make sense of which direction to go. Her father enters the home with his guards as they greet the heiress when she walks past. Minseo is standing in front of her father with a mute expression.
Jungnam takes a deep breath, suspicious to his daughter as his eyes bore to hers. “I spoke to the university directors about your status. You’re going there for business.” Her files were handed, defeated inside as she looks over that her designated route of her studies will be business. “You got in on your own, which is great. That’s not a problem when the school interviews you.”
She can only bow before his father sees that there were little droplets of blood trailing from her foot. Jungnam sighs heavily, knowing there was something she destroyed— whatever it was, it seemed like a frequent occurrence.
“Clean it up, whatever it is.” He was stern. “I didn’t raise you to be filthy.”
“Yes, papa.”
Weakling.
~
09
There was a hot breeze that entered the family home. Jungnam sat by his mother’s side as she drank tea.
“I read Minseo’s file from the child psychologist,” it tensed him up because he knew what was in it too. “You’re being too harsh on her. That’s not gonna be good for her in the future.”
“Mother, I’m not being harsh. I’m preparing her for this. All of it— just as much as I have been with Hyeseo.” He mentions, the scene below catches their eyes. He stands up to watch but the matriarch at the moment remains calm. “I treat them fairly just in case either one takes the company off of me.”
“That’s because you like Hyeseo,” she muses. Minseo comes into view with their family house staff in distress. Jungnam furrows his brows at what he was seeing. “You treat Minseo like a spare tire, she goes off discovering things on her own because she’s not given the same chances as Hyeseo. It doesn’t seem fair, no?”
They bring out the dead rabbit to discard, while someone tends to the young heiress’ wound. Her hand was cut from the branch. Her father watches, wondering why she isn’t crying like most children would’ve. Her grandmother stands up and turns around to leave the premises with the intent to comfort the child.
“Be careful, son. She might surpass your control one of these days.”
smoke and mirrors: the obscuring or embellishing of the truth of a situation with misleading or irrelevant information.
And for every hand dealt, one must deal with the consequence. She knew better than to push others. She had a good hand in making everything worst. But she was also good at fixing things.
In her head, at least.
~
“Go ahead and say it, 'I told you so' I have the worst taste on the planet, yada yada yada...” Cash’s words slur, his head resting against the window of Minseo’s car as he looked out.
Their friendship was put to the test for the night, and she thought it was a good way to cool off his emotions. She didn’t think alcohol would come along. Her nervousness spikes as she thought Cash would probably throw up and break the glass in her vehicle. She would have to pull over at some point.
“You already know, so it'll be a waste of breath to say it again.” Her eye rolls, continuing to drive and was hostile to him. “Drinking wont make shit better you know.”
“Who said I’m trying to make anything better? it's Friday night, don't people drink on Fridays?—why are you being such a bitch right now?”
“Excuse me—,” that does it. “Last time I checked, I warned you about that girl. And what did you do? And don’t bullshit me about people drinking right now.”
“You aren't excused, when you're going through shit do I act like you are? no, everyone has their issues and what do I do? Find solutions, try to cheer them up but when it's me?” His voice was booming so loud— it made her even more nervous considering she knew Cash may go haywire any moment. “I don't get the same, do I have 'use me' on my fuckin’ forehead or what? Because that's all I get, used and I’m not allowed to cope with that in my own way. You know what? Pull the car over I'm getting out I'll walk home, fuck this—“ He had already reached over and takes off his seatbelt, all while holding the drink in his hand.
Her voice resonated against his and she immediately turned into a fight or flight situation as soon as she heard something click. “Because I know this is how you act when everything's said and done-- do you think I wanted this for you? You could've just listened to me! Did you ever do that for me?? Because I always listened to you— Cash put your fucking seatbelt on, I am not joking around-- !!”
It wasn’t safe— arguing in a moving vehicle. They were driving late into the night and her choice of drive was on the Mapo bridge. She always went there when she needed to clear her head. Perhaps not this time around. She thought this is what’s best for him.
She thought.
“No, stop the god damn car, you’re a shitty friend, you think I want to hear “you should have listened to me” right now?” Be calm Minseo... it’s okay... he didn’t mean it. “I don’t pull that shit with anyone I never judge anyone but everyone wants to be mean to me? Nope, I’d rather be at home than deal with this.”
And the door was flung open. His body thrown out to the pavement, her foot slamming on the break as she instinctively turns the car to avoid hitting his body as he made his way out. The car hits a post and gets totaled but she miraculously didn’t get hurt... not bad of an injury, at least— that she was able to walk out of the car and chase after Cash. She was confused at what was going on, can barely walk straight as her body is signaling it was injured. Her head was pounding when she reached over to his form, his screams echoing out into the night. It took her awhile to realize that it probably wasn’t from pain. His breathing was ragged— he was panicking— an attack that she was familiar of. Cash had vomited on the pavement from the trauma, the pain of the past surges through him. On top of the hurt he felt tonight, it was too much.
Minseo didn’t know what to do. She wanted to save her friend from the hurt. She wanted to be hurt so he didn’t have to hurt. She knew that feeling all too well...
The loneliness, the emptiness.
The times where she felt unimportant and was used... she knew. But unlike how Cash handles situations, she had gotten good at shutting down her emotions and doesn’t have much empathy on herself. A façade of perfectness and “always strong” was implanted to her that her terrible coping skills started destroying anyone that got close, and he was no exception.
Is it why what he said earlier hurt so much? Because it was true? You’re not good at letting others cope. Why? Is it because you’re like that to yourself?
Her arms stabilize Cash, a fight between the two ensues as all she could do was hug him. She didn’t care he thrashed around, even if she was thrown too. The sirens are heard in the distance as a couple of people break up the two. Now, Minseo could only watch from the cold ground as her face hits it, feeling herself about to pass out as her sight fades. She reaches out to his form who was also almost on the same state. Her hand reaches out, it was coated red but she was unsure who’s blood it was. She felt sad this happened, she couldn’t help someone important to her.
“You’re okay... I got you— okay..? I’m here... okay..? ... I’m here.” Her voice comes to a whisper, grasping of what she could reach of Cash’s arm. She was afraid. Afraid for him to die, and afraid of what will happen to this. It wasn’t so much of death, because she kissed death too many times to be afraid of it now. Her words come out desperate, making sure they don’t get separated if they did die.
