## Marriage Discount. P. Sunghoon

## marriage discount. — p. sunghoon

from the world of buy one, take me.

synopsis: after endless of weddings that sunghoon attends to, he's been spending non-stop. so, upon hearing about a discount for married people even if it's just in the dry cleaners, sunghoon tells the employee that the girl, who happens to be you, walked in in the shop is his wife. even if he doesn't know you.

pairing: sunghoon x fem!reader

mentions of: botm!heey/n, botm!jay

content/genre: just a short one (i'm not sure if i will give part 2, but hey let me know), fluff, slight crack

warning(s): swearing. sunghoon jokingly calling heeseung 'daddy' 😭 if there's something, let me know. unproofread

note: this is rlly just short but i think its still cute lol,,, hopefully u guys enjoy this vv short piece HKVDBSHDF im sorry that its short, i rlly wanted it to be long, but yeah HBDSJHSF,, u dont need to read the smau, but for context, 'flower' is hee's nickname for mc in the smau

wc: 2k

sunghoon was annoyed lately. everyone he knows is getting married, so it annoyed the hell out of him. oh, don’t get him wrong. he’s not annoyed because everyone is getting married but him. he’s annoyed because of the fact that weddings are so much work and have to spend money for decency. speaking of money, he’s almost out of it.

sunghoon recently just got promoted in his job and had a raise, but the money just went by a snap because of the said weddings. he had to buy a tux, and it’s the only tux he’s been wearing in weddings. he just attended one the day before, now he’s here in the dry cleaning shop to have his tux cleaned. next month will be jay’s wedding.

he’s happy for them, he really is. and heeseung, too. heeseung recently reconnected with flower and he was insanely happy about it, but sunghoon can’t help, but think that it would heeseung’s wedding next and his money is out again.

“good morning, sir!” the employee greets. he was a bit younger than sunghoon, probably riki’s age or younger. sunghoon mumbles a hello, giving the boy his tux. “where’s your wife, sir?”

“what?” sunghoon asks.

“it’s just, we have a discount for married people.” the boy says and sunghoon, of course, will do anything for discounts. so, when the next person pushes the door open to get in, he wasn’t even thinking.

“there she is.” sunghoon says, pointing at you causing you to stop. he nervously looks at you as you just look between him and the employee.

“what?” you say, raising an eyebrow at him.

sunghoon’s doomed.

“i’m just asking him where his wife is, ma’am. he said it’s you?” the boy asks for confirmation and you look at the man who said that you’re his wife. hm. he’s fucking gorgeous, why not?

“he’s cute.” you mumble under your breath, but you knew they both heard when the man’s cheeks started to grow red. “sure, yeah!” you say and the boy raises an eyebrow. “i just like complimenting my husband. what is this even about?” you ask, chuckling nervously.

“we have discount for married people, ma’am.” he says and sunghoon swears he saw your eyes shine when you heard the word discount.

“really?” you ask and he nods. sunghoon softly smiles when he watches you. “how much?”

“20%.” the employee answers and you nod. “but ma’am, i don’t see any ring on either of you.”

sunghoon softly curses under his breath, but of course, just like sunghoon, you would do everything for discounts. “we pawned them last week.” you lie and sunghoon looks at you. “you know how tough life is lately.” 

“right, i’m sorry. is this tux and that gown all you have for dry cleaning?” he asks and you look at sunghoon.

“yup, that’s all.” he says as you give the gown to the employee. he immediately hangs it on the rack along with sunghoon’s tux and puts it together. “it will be ready in 24 to 48 hours. you can pay for it by then when we text you to pick it up. can i have any of your numbers?”

“sure.” sunghoon says as he takes the pen and paper that the employee gave. “okay, thank you.” he says and the boy says thank you as well. you and sunghoon come out of the dry cleaning shop, turning to the left right away.

“i’m sorry about that—”

“no, no! i needed the discount, too. i should be thanking you.” you say and sunghoon laughs, shaking his head. “you don’t have anyone, do you?”

“no, no!” sunghoon says, shaking his head. “you?”

“no,” you say, chuckling. sunghoon clears his throat, nodding as he doesn’t know what to say anymore, but he needs your number. he was about to speak when you beat him to it. “there’s this bakery that sells these insanely expensive cakes, but they’re good. they give discounts to married couples.” 

sunghoon smiles. “is it that bakery just downtown?” he asks and you nod, smiling. “we need rings, first.” he says and you chuckle. sunghoon talks to you as he drags you to an apartment building, exchanging names, numbers and information that you two need to know about each other until you two started talking about the most random things.

turns out, you were in the same university as he was.

“really? for discounts, you’re pretending to be married to someone you barely know?” sunghoon friend says, then he looks at you. “please don’t take offense, you seem like a lovely person.” he says and you laugh lightly, shaking your head.

“none taken, i know how it sounds.” you say.

“as if you didn’t take flower as a freebie in jay’s bouquet six years ago.” sunghoon says and his friend glares at him. “you barely knew her that time, yet you still did.”

“i didn’t take her as my wife!” he defended and sunghoon only raised his eyebrow at his friend. “and you know i can’t lend you their wedding rings, jay will fucking kill me.”

“how about the wedding rings you bought for you and flower?” sunghoon asks and his friend sighs. “i’ll return it safe and sound, not even a scratch. i promise. and like, let’s be real, you wouldn’t propose right away when you two reunite.”

“excuse me?” he says.

“come on, it took you a century to admit you like flower.” sunghoon says and he feels a poke on his arm. he looks through his shoulder to see you shaking your head.

“not helping.” you say and his friend sighs for the hundredth time. “and you know what? there’s an arcade somewhere where there’s a wedding booth for some reason, let’s just ask them for some fake rings.” 

“no, no.” his friend says, turning around to go to the nearby desk and pulling a drawer out. he grabs a velvet red box, giving it to sunghoon who is holding his hand out. but his friend pulls his hand back. “listen,” he says and sunghoon hums. “you’re going to be careful with this, you’re going to return it to me in the same state that it is, you’re not losing this, and you owe me, okay?”

“yes, daddy.” sunghoon says, jokingly, raising his eyebrows and his friend shakes his head, rolling his eyes as he gives sunghoon the box. “thank you!” sunghoon laughs as he turns around, exiting the apartment as he grabs your hand on the process.

“thank you by the way!” you exclaim and sunghoon’s friend nods. you jog along with sunghoon as you two stop outside of the building. sunghoon puts the ring on you as he puts the other on him. “wait, was that lee heeseung?” you ask. 

“yeah!” sunghoon says. “why?”

“i just remembered the one time i was in flower’s aunt’s shop. she was there with him helping her, but he wasn’t much of a help, actually. he was just goofing around and clinging on flower, trying to pull her away from her work. he kept saying he wanted to go to the movies with her.” you say, remembering six years ago as clear as a day.

sunghoon smiles. “i bet flower said something about kicking seungie’s ass?”

“she did. heeseung stopped and flower just glared at him, putting the flowers down and grabbing her coat, causing heeseung to smile widely.” you laugh, shaking your head. sunghoon chuckles. “anyway, bakery?” 

turns out, not only did the bakery give you a discount, they gave the cake for free and with some drinks. the employees were pretty convinced you two were recently married. sunghoon was just thanking the universe that you were the one who entered that dry cleaning shop.

“well, free lunch. that was great.” you said, walking out of the bakery with sunghoon holding your hand in his. he laughs, nodding. 

“and heeseung thought we were insane.” sunghoon says to which you nod, chuckling. “so… would you mind going around for a bit?” he asks, stopping as he faces you. “i kinda wanna see what more we can abuse with this thing.” he says, pointing at the ring on his finger. you laugh, nodding.

“sure, of course. you wanna see, i don’t know, there?” you say, pointing at an arcade. you look at sunghoon who was just looking at you to which you smiled.

that was the whole day. you two went around town to see if you can get any discounts, even with the stuff you don’t even know. you both acted like a married couple and it was honestly nice. and hey, sunghoon even got a discount for his wedding gift for jay. 

around 11 in the evening, you and sunghoon were silently walking on the way to your apartment. not that you two were tired of talking and got tired of each other, but it felt nice being in comfortable silence with each other as sunghoon softly holds your hand in his. he insisted on walking you home to which you, of course, did not decline. 

park sunghoon is pretty damn cute, after all.

you never know why you never noticed him back in college.

“this is me,” you softly say, stopping as you gesture on the building and sunghoon nods, smiling at you. “today was pretty fun.”

“it was nice being your husband for a day.” sunghoon says and you laugh, nodding. you remove the ring from your finger, giving it to sunghoon as he takes it and puts it in the box, along with his. “i’ll text you when we can get our tux and gown from the dry cleaning place.”

you nod. “thank you, sunghoon.” you softly say and he smiles. you sigh, nodding as you start to walk into the building, but sunghoon was quick to stop you.

“hey, y/n?” he calls.

you turn around right away. “yeah?”

sunghoon gives a soft gentle smile which he gives when he’s shy. “you maybe wanna,” he clears his throat, shrugging. “i don’t know, go on a date after we get them from the dry cleaning place?”

“sure, why not.” you softly say.

“i’ll pay this time.” sunghoon says with a smile. “no pretend marriage for a discount, but as two people on a date where we… get to know more about each other.”

you smile.

“and then, i don’t know,” sunghoon chuckles, shrugging. “from there maybe we can see where it goes.”

“i would love that.” you say, nodding. “um, you have my number, just text me.”

he nods, smiling. you keep your hands in your pocket, smiling as you nod. you were about to go inside, but you stop, turning around to sunghoon and walking up to him. you press a kiss on his cheek, smiling up to him through your lashes.

sunghoon, like the entire day, didn’t know what he was thinking. he leans in, pressing his lips against yours as impulsiveness takes over him. he pulls away, looking into your eyes filled with shock. he nervously chuckles, shrugging.

“i’m sorry.” he apologizes. “i just couldn’t wait for the date, you looked too beautiful up close.”

you chuckle, shaking your head as you bashfully look away, hand on your mouth to cover up your smile. a guy who you didn’t know went to the same university with whom you went around town pretending to be married to get discounts just kissed you.

the guy you know for less than 24 hours has kissed you.

and you wanted to do it again.

you looked at him, chuckling as a big grin grows on your lips. “one more,” you say, holding your hands out to cup his cheeks. sunghoon softly laughs, hands on your elbows as he presses his lips against yours as he feels you kiss back.

eventually, you two had to pull away as you two were smiling too wide, sunghoon resting his forehead against yours. “alright, good night.” you mumble and sunghoon smiles.

“good night.” he softly says and you smile as you pull away, turning around to go inside the building. sunghoon turns around when you’re out of sight, smiling to himself as he walks home.

he stops when he hears his phone ping, he takes it out and reads the message. it was from the dry cleaning place. they can get it tomorrow before lunch right away. sunghoon grins as he goes home.

too excited to see you again.

and who knows, maybe the next wedding he will attend after jay’s is finally his own.

a/n: if botm!heey/n is "she fell first, he fell harder", botm!hoony/n is "proof that you can fall in love within 24 hours". im sorry if this was boring ahbdsjksfhb but yas thank you for reading <3

All of the "Pro-lifers" that are celebrating right now I sincerely hope you or your daughters never have a Miscarriage that they cannot naturally pass, because a D&C is an abortion.

I hope you don't have a ectopic pregnancy, because the procedure that will save your life is an abortion.

I hope you don't have a still born baby that your body can't naturally pass because that induction is an abortion.

I hope you are never in a place where carrying a baby full term would mean your death (as mine would, my doctor looked me in the eyes and told me if I get pregnant again I WILL NOT MAKE IT, and fuck you all because my kids need a mom more than they need a sibling.)

I hope you don't find out your baby has a condition that will mean being alive for how ever long will cause them excruciating pain, that you don't have to birth your baby and watch them die a horrific, painful death in your arms.

I hope you aren't raped and forced to carry that baby to term no matter the detriment to your mental/physical health.

I hope you aren't forced to give birth to your abusers child, giving you no way out of the relationship.

I hope your 10 year old is never assaulted and have to carry a baby to term that will almost definitely will kill her.

I hope that you don't go to jail when they investigate your miscarriage and determine that something you did made it YOUR FAULT.

I hope you realize you and your daughters will die from laws you created.

I hope you realize the consequences of your actions because you may have to suffer through them.

AHHHHH omg omg im sobbing this was absolutely AMAZING 😭😭 AUTHOR YOUR WRITING STYLE IS SO LOVELY LIKE GENUINELY I CANT EXPLAIN IT BUT YOU’RE TRULY SO CREATUVE AND TALENTED. god this whole shifting au is so much fun and i loved ynwons dynamic 🫶 THE WHOLE BUILD UP AND STORY WAS JUST *chefs kiss* AUGHHH SUCH A FUN READ. EVEN THO IM SAD THERE WASN’T MORE ROMANCE IT WAS THE PERFECT AMOUNT FOR THIS STORY <3

MY FAVORITE SCENE WAS YN AND WON IN THE SONS DREAM FIGHTING? LIKE HOLY SHIT I WAS AT THE EDGE OF MY SEAT, YOU CAPTURED EVERYHTNIG PERFECTLY IT WAS SO SCARY AND INTENSE LIKE ksuhdhhdk jungwon what is wrong with you!! bro fr went insane 🧍 ANYWAYS I ENJOYED THIS SOOO MUCH THANK YOU FOR SHARING THIS DEAR !! 💖💕💗💕💖

— IN YOUR DREAMS!

synopsis: jungwon’s job is to turn people’s nightmares into dreams; you’ve got the power to turn dreams into nightmares. it’s no surprise that when you infiltrate jungwon’s dream, he makes it his mission to get revenge. except there’s one problem. he can’t exactly ruin dreams like you can, leaving him no choice but to get acquainted with you in real life. and he definitely won’t fall in love in the process… right?

pairing: jungwon x gn!reader

word count: 10k

genre: enemies to lovers, angst, superpowers, action, fluff

warnings: fighting, cursing, death, coma, politics </3, brief mentions of: cheating, depression, suicide, and hell, jungwon calls reader “pretty,” readers roommate calls them petnames platonically. please let me know if there are more !!

authors note: this is for @emeraldenha’s “unlikely collab” !! also very very special thank you to the lovely @giyyuzz for beta reading this for me i love you sooo much :(

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NOT JUST ANOTHER BLOODY MARY

part 1 ! [ you should probably read this for context and better understanding ]

PAIRING. older brother!jungwon x younger sister!reader, older brother!riki x younger sister!reader, older sister!oc x younger sister!reader

SUMMARY. you visit your siblings in juvenile a few months after the whole incident, though you wished you never had stepped inside the building in the first place.

WARNINGS. mentions of attempted murder, lots and lots of cursing, the siblings are off the rails (literally), yn deserves so much more then what she receives, mentions of emotional abuse + implied parent neglect

NOTES. Not the most satisfied with how this turned out, but hope you guys enjoyed nonetheless. This basically shines light to I guess why the siblings did what they did (though it’s no way justifying that any of it was okay), but it was implied that the parents were very shitty—and that eventually turned their children even shittier. Cycle repeats, but YN is able to escape it ? Idk LMFAO ENJOY !!

Truth is, you were supposed to die. When your three older siblings had rolled the car down the lake with you trapped inside, you were supposed to drown and die.

Supposed. But you didn’t.

Instead, you managed to break one of the windows, swimming up shore. Thank god your siblings had left way before that, or else they would’ve finished the job.

You obviously had reported them to the police. Your clothes drenched as water dripped onto the police department floor, your shoes creaked everytime you walked. But it was all worth it knowing your psychopathic siblings were going to be locked up—hopefully for a long time.

It wasn’t until a few months later that you decided to visit them in juvenile.

Maybe it was a bad idea, but at the end of the day, you were all still blood related.

“Yang YN?” Your older sister, Kyungha spoke up, her lips carved into a sly smirk. “No fucking way, you’ve came and visited us!”

There was glass that separated you and your siblings. The juvenile center had placed it there for visitors incase any of the criminals tried to do something.

She didn’t look as bad as you expected her and your brothers to be. In fact, her hair was all nice and clean, and sat perfectly on her broad shoulders. She looked like she didn’t regret a single thing.

“Come here Riki-ah,” Kyungha says, motioning over the youngest one between the three of them. “It’s our lovely little dongsaeng.”

Riki’s hair was fluffy and curled, covering his entire forehead. You would say he looked nice—but you couldn’t compliment him after he did try to murder you.

In fact, it seems like neither of them were regretful or damaged in anyway. They acted as if it was a casual thing they did; trap their little sister inside a car and push it into a river to sink all the way to the bottom.

“Where’s Jungwon?” You ask, looking around for your other brother. He was always the nicest one to you out of the three of them, though you knew it was all a coverup for how he really felt about you.

“I heard we had a visitor.”

Ah, there was Jungwon.

He still looked the same as he did before, though much skinner. All your siblings looked much skinner in fact—their faces almost draining away.

“It’s not mom and dad,” Kyungha rolls her eyes, “it’s YN. Goddamn fucking YN.”

The way she referred to you made you feel like you were some disgrace. Like it almost made her barf just mentioning your name.

Jungwon pushes Riki to the side, getting a closer look at you through the glass. His face turns into a huge grin.

“Oh sweet lord,” Jungwon mumbles, “have you gone fucking insane YN? Why are you visiting the people who tried to murder you?”

“You guys are still my siblings.”

“Siblings my ass!” Riki yells, his hands slammed against the glass, making you flinch. “You’re still here… trying to… trying to act like you’re some innocent heroine! God, the press would love this wouldn’t they? Sweet little Yang YN, visiting her murderous crazy siblings in juvenile, because her heart is so pure and innocent that she forgives them!”

You scoff, tears threatening to fall from your eyes, “why are you such a jerk to me?! All I’ve ever tried to do my entire life is please you guys! All I ever wanted was your acceptance! Even now, when you guys ruined my entire life, I’m still here, trying to talk it out!”

“Bull. Shit.” Riki glares at you, his eyes looked empty and cold, “we didn’t ruin your life. I know all the dance schools in Japan accepted you when they heard what happened. Poor little YN, getting everything she wants like she always does.”

“Ri, stop.” Kyungha says, pulling him back. “You’re fogging up the glass, idiot.”

Wow. For once, you thought maybe at least one of your siblings would have a little bit of compassion in their hearts, but now you realize that there is an empty hole where all the love is supposed to be.

“Just go,” Jungwon says, seemingly already bored with the conversation, “there is nothing we can offer you YN. This time, you win. Yet again.”

You sigh, placing your face inside your hands. To them, it was all about one thing. Winning. There was no sympathy or emotions, it was all about the last one standing. And it just so happens that it’s you, free and able to live your life while they’re the ones behind bars.

“I’m sorry mom and dad didn’t give you guys the help you needed,” you manage to whisper out.

Your siblings were mentally off the rails, and it was far too late to save any of them.

“Help? What help?” Kyungha laughs, as if it was the funniest thing in the world. “We don’t need help YN. We’ve got each other inside here, we don’t need any fucking expensive therapist.”

“You guys are sick, and you don’t realize it.” You say, starting to stand up from your seat, “you need mental help, and I’m sorry that our parents didn’t give you that when you were out here. I am sorry that you were all abused emotionally by them growing up. I realize that now that you were all just sick people who couldn’t get the help you needed.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” Jungwon says angrily, “leave! Fucking leave! We aren’t sick! You’re sick! You’re sick for even deciding to come here in the first place!”

His screams get drowned out when you leave the building, never once looking back.

Maybe their lives were entirely over, but yours was just beginning again, and you were never, ever, going to let anyone step over you again.

AHHHGG LOVE THIS SM UR WRITINGS SO NICE AND EASY TO READ! but yn.. girl 🧍if you know he plays w girls and treats them like shit why’re you giving in to him 🤨🤨 I WAS HOPING SHE’D BE LIKE FUCK OFF ‼️‼️ IM NOT FALLING FOR UR PLAYBOY BS 👊💥 but oh well, its niki so fair enough ☠️

( ✷ ) —

| RK. CONVERSE HIGH.

you stood at the water fountain, wiping your lips of the water you just drank from the fountain. your eyebrows furrowed at the flyer hanging on the cork board. simply tilting your head while shifting on your heels. the rugby tournament was soon.

your new converse were killing your feet slightly. even getting blisters from the red shoes. and despite how beautiful they were, they had unfortunately landed you in detention for violation of dress code.

more reason you were at the water fountain, letting off some of the steam that bubbled inside of you for the fact you worked for the shoes only to not getting to wear them. the stupid detention slip stuffed in your pocket, wrinkled.

“nice shoes pretty girl,”

a voice said behind you startling you. holding onto the fountain, you turned to the side seeing the boy everyone advised to stay away from.

nishimura riki, class a-2, the young troublemaker of decelis academy. he’d rather ditch class early than to sit, he’d rather attend parties with his older friends than do his homework. he had a way with girls, teasing them in an alluring manner for them to crawl back and he’d laugh in their faces calling them all sorts of degrading names.

“thanks?”

you thanked him, looking down at the bright shoes. he grinned, inching closer as you crept backwards.

“why do you look so nervous?”

his hands were stuffed in his slacks, he was largely taller than you, looking down on you. you shook your head with a creasing forehead.

“i’m not, i just i need to get back to class.”

turning your back, you tried leaving but he felt unsatisfied, grabbing your wrist to stop you.

“but i haven’t got to talk to you,”

he tugged you closer, his hand was still around your wrist with a lighter hold.

you could feel the heat rising to your wrist, the very wrist he held and his cold rings cooled the warm flesh. he had a taunting smile on his face, the corridor was empty, rid of students except you two.

“i already have enough detention as it is, let go please.”

you urge, using the other hand to pry him off but he stayed put. the sudden tug of your hand from his had you landing into his chest with the squeak of your sneakers.

“come on, i just want to have some fun with you.”

his fingertips met the ends of your hair, playing with them in the slightest. there was something that intrigued him about you that no one else could have the affect.

“riki, please just let me go.”

lifting yourself from his grasp, your hands settled upon his button up— looking up at him.

his other hand slowly made its way to rest on your jawline, eyes full of admiration for you. he had always watched you from afar— observing you closely.

he knew the kind of books you liked, the snacks you enjoyed, what subjects you excelled in and which ones you needed the extra help for. he knew you without even speaking to you.

“let’s go out today, i’ll make it fun.”

he darted his face closer, you felt his breath against your cupids bow. the heat that rested on your palms made its way to your cheeks.

riki left a tiny peck on the corner of your lips. running the pad of his thumb across your cheekbone. he smiled before leaving you by the fountain, a chuckle resonated in the air.

nishimura riki left you as red as your red converse.

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THIS SERIES (?) IS SO SO INTERESTING LIKE DAMN?! U ARE CREATIVE AF 😭 i wish these three could have a redemption arc but it’s most definitely too late for that 💀 poor yn honestly, what a messed up family it’s surprising she isn’t more crazy like them too tbh 😦😦 ANYWAYS I ENJOYED THIS SM, THANK U FOR SHARING AUTHOR <3

NOT JUST ANOTHER BLOODY MARY

part 1 ! [ you should probably read this for context and better understanding ]

PAIRING. older brother!jungwon x younger sister!reader, older brother!riki x younger sister!reader, older sister!oc x younger sister!reader

SUMMARY. you visit your siblings in juvenile a few months after the whole incident, though you wished you never had stepped inside the building in the first place.

WARNINGS. mentions of attempted murder, lots and lots of cursing, the siblings are off the rails (literally), yn deserves so much more then what she receives, mentions of emotional abuse + implied parent neglect

NOTES. Not the most satisfied with how this turned out, but hope you guys enjoyed nonetheless. This basically shines light to I guess why the siblings did what they did (though it’s no way justifying that any of it was okay), but it was implied that the parents were very shitty—and that eventually turned their children even shittier. Cycle repeats, but YN is able to escape it ? Idk LMFAO ENJOY !!

Truth is, you were supposed to die. When your three older siblings had rolled the car down the lake with you trapped inside, you were supposed to drown and die.

Supposed. But you didn’t.

Instead, you managed to break one of the windows, swimming up shore. Thank god your siblings had left way before that, or else they would’ve finished the job.

You obviously had reported them to the police. Your clothes drenched as water dripped onto the police department floor, your shoes creaked everytime you walked. But it was all worth it knowing your psychopathic siblings were going to be locked up—hopefully for a long time.

It wasn’t until a few months later that you decided to visit them in juvenile.

Maybe it was a bad idea, but at the end of the day, you were all still blood related.

“Yang YN?” Your older sister, Kyungha spoke up, her lips carved into a sly smirk. “No fucking way, you’ve came and visited us!”

There was glass that separated you and your siblings. The juvenile center had placed it there for visitors incase any of the criminals tried to do something.

She didn’t look as bad as you expected her and your brothers to be. In fact, her hair was all nice and clean, and sat perfectly on her broad shoulders. She looked like she didn’t regret a single thing.

“Come here Riki-ah,” Kyungha says, motioning over the youngest one between the three of them. “It’s our lovely little dongsaeng.”

Riki’s hair was fluffy and curled, covering his entire forehead. You would say he looked nice—but you couldn’t compliment him after he did try to murder you.

In fact, it seems like neither of them were regretful or damaged in anyway. They acted as if it was a casual thing they did; trap their little sister inside a car and push it into a river to sink all the way to the bottom.

“Where’s Jungwon?” You ask, looking around for your other brother. He was always the nicest one to you out of the three of them, though you knew it was all a coverup for how he really felt about you.

“I heard we had a visitor.”

Ah, there was Jungwon.

He still looked the same as he did before, though much skinner. All your siblings looked much skinner in fact—their faces almost draining away.

“It’s not mom and dad,” Kyungha rolls her eyes, “it’s YN. Goddamn fucking YN.”

The way she referred to you made you feel like you were some disgrace. Like it almost made her barf just mentioning your name.

Jungwon pushes Riki to the side, getting a closer look at you through the glass. His face turns into a huge grin.

“Oh sweet lord,” Jungwon mumbles, “have you gone fucking insane YN? Why are you visiting the people who tried to murder you?”

“You guys are still my siblings.”

“Siblings my ass!” Riki yells, his hands slammed against the glass, making you flinch. “You’re still here… trying to… trying to act like you’re some innocent heroine! God, the press would love this wouldn’t they? Sweet little Yang YN, visiting her murderous crazy siblings in juvenile, because her heart is so pure and innocent that she forgives them!”

You scoff, tears threatening to fall from your eyes, “why are you such a jerk to me?! All I’ve ever tried to do my entire life is please you guys! All I ever wanted was your acceptance! Even now, when you guys ruined my entire life, I’m still here, trying to talk it out!”

“Bull. Shit.” Riki glares at you, his eyes looked empty and cold, “we didn’t ruin your life. I know all the dance schools in Japan accepted you when they heard what happened. Poor little YN, getting everything she wants like she always does.”

“Ri, stop.” Kyungha says, pulling him back. “You’re fogging up the glass, idiot.”

Wow. For once, you thought maybe at least one of your siblings would have a little bit of compassion in their hearts, but now you realize that there is an empty hole where all the love is supposed to be.

“Just go,” Jungwon says, seemingly already bored with the conversation, “there is nothing we can offer you YN. This time, you win. Yet again.”

You sigh, placing your face inside your hands. To them, it was all about one thing. Winning. There was no sympathy or emotions, it was all about the last one standing. And it just so happens that it’s you, free and able to live your life while they’re the ones behind bars.

“I’m sorry mom and dad didn’t give you guys the help you needed,” you manage to whisper out.

Your siblings were mentally off the rails, and it was far too late to save any of them.

“Help? What help?” Kyungha laughs, as if it was the funniest thing in the world. “We don’t need help YN. We’ve got each other inside here, we don’t need any fucking expensive therapist.”

“You guys are sick, and you don’t realize it.” You say, starting to stand up from your seat, “you need mental help, and I’m sorry that our parents didn’t give you that when you were out here. I am sorry that you were all abused emotionally by them growing up. I realize that now that you were all just sick people who couldn’t get the help you needed.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” Jungwon says angrily, “leave! Fucking leave! We aren’t sick! You’re sick! You’re sick for even deciding to come here in the first place!”

His screams get drowned out when you leave the building, never once looking back.

Maybe their lives were entirely over, but yours was just beginning again, and you were never, ever, going to let anyone step over you again.