#fawncrest

" Keith, what's wrong? " Dark eyes focus, concerned. " Did something happen with Kiko? "

"you've been gone for so long and all you have to say is 'hi'?"

Chloe watches him in disbelief, huffing quietly while standing between him and the door. "I'm pretty sure I made it clear I don't want to see your face when I threw most of your clothes out." She may have gone overboard when Miguel's clothes were tossed on the street, but it was done in the heat of a moment. And even when she said she doesn't want to see him, she knows somewhere in the future ( in a couple days ) she will be missing him and the need of seeing him will be there. But hey, maybe things are different this time?

jieun  has  faced  more  than  a  few  uncomfortable  situations  as  a  wedding  planner  —  handling  emergencies  comes  with  the  job  —  but  she  never  thought  one  day  she  would  have  to  be  the  one  to  shatter  someone’s  world  like  this.  “do  i  look  like  i’m  trying  to  be  funny?”  there  are  hundreds  of  things  more  hilarious  than  the  subject  matter.  no,  thousands.  jieun  isn’t  a  fool  that  would  say  something  so  inappropriate  just  to  get  a  reaction  out  of  someone,  but  she  can  also  understand  the  disbelief  in  her  friend’s  eyes.  she  would  react  the  same  if  the  roles  were  reversed.  “but  he  wasn’t  at  work...”  with  another  sigh,  she  takes  out  her  phone  and  clicks  on  a  photo  from  her  album  before  sliding  it  over.  “  —  does  this  look  like  business  to  you?”  the  picture  shows  two  people  in  a  tight  embrace  at  the  corner  of  a  dim-lit  bar,  before  the  next  captured  them  in  a  kiss.  not  of  the  best  quality,  but  enough  to  distinguish  who  was  who.  she  didn’t  imagine  her  reunion  with  her  friend  from  university  to  get  the  twist  it  did  last  night,  but  she  feels  too  attached  to  let  it  slide.  “i’m  sorry.”  not  sorry  that  she  saw,  but  sorry  that  she  had  to  be  the  one  to  tell  her.

                   ❝    i    mean   ,    can    you    blame    me    for    being    done   ?    even    us    nice    guys    have    our    limits   .   

❝    let's    be    honest   .    if    you    were    really    all    that    bothered  by   my    line    of    work    ―    you    wouldn't    still    be    finding    your    way    into    my    bed    every    night   ,    would    you    ?    ❞

"i scratched your car. so what? what are you going to do about it? cry?"

❝    i    won't    lay    another    fucking    finger    on    you   ,    until    you    end    it    with    him   .    ❞