FORTUNEâS FOOL
seventeen tender, she wears her heart on her sleeves and a smile brighter than the sun. the past, soojung decidedly tries her hardest to put behind her, convinces herself the only way to any possible better life is to strengthen that resolve. that sheâs perfectly capable of redeeming herself in her own eyes, and that that, is worth more than than her âfamilyâsâ, the wicked brotherâs, vile stepmother, and uncaring father. here, she hopes and pines that not everyone will look down on her, not everyone will think sheâs unlovable or wretched ( dirty and rotten and meant for the cruelties of earth ).
at least, not sehun.
but heâs always been different.Â
â SEHUN-AHHHH-- â loud, squeaky, a laugh slips past her smiling mouth as she rushes toward the taller, hands resting on his shoulders and pushing forward with her own weight ( clumsily so, as her nose collides with the nape of his neck with a small âoofâ shortly after ). â --what are you doing? did you come all the way out here to pick me up? âÂ
the grin on her lips indeed infectious, soojung wastes little time to step back and turn the boy around, hands pulling back to rub at her nose absently. they had agreed to meet on the other side of the park where he usually parked, but who was she to complain if he decided to greet her at the entrance itself?
â or are you just getting here? whereâs jaehun? holding down the fort? â eyes gleaming, soojung reaches out to quickly smooth out the fabric of his shirt she rumpled, adorning a sheepish expression paired with the slightest bit of a flush to her cheeks as she utters a quick apology.
she had never been good at containing excitement. though it is a trait amplified by the fact that sehun exists, good-looking, good smiling, good everything in the way that affects her heart bizarrely ( it flutters and pounds and dances within her chest ).




















