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Six...
❤️ Chapter: Six...
❤️ SoojinxMaleReader
❤️ Words: 1.467 words
❤️ Warnings: Cursing, mention of sex, murder, death, angry.
Six…
They say that the first impression is the one that lasts. But they also say that your attitudes can change how people credited you in the beginning. I've always been the type of person who faithfully believed the first statement until I found it.
Ezekiel Young.
I went to Salt Lake City to visit a cousin who had just gotten engaged, and my spirits were high. She then decided that we had an obligation to walk around town shopping.
And even though it was one of the coldest weeks of my life, my cousin's smile and animation warmed my mood - and her incredibly large and shiny engagement ring in the brunette's hand also warmed my heart.
That's when I found him. And I'm not using the word in a romantic sense, where the two of them have a romantic moment at complete randomness. Our bodies literally met in the middle of the path, in a collision so violent, that my bags flew, and my clothes scattered on the sidewalk.
"Are you all right?" Despite having beautiful blue eyes, and being kind, I was possessed, so no, it wasn't okay. And I made sure he saw that.
"Do you think I'm fine?" I complained, refusing his outstretched hand and getting up on my own, observing some of the damage that was still on the street, as my cousin was supportive in putting my pieces together. "Watch that! Don't you watch where you're going?! You could have killed me!"
I confess that exaggeration is a talent of mine, and I could have easily continued yelling at him in the street, but my cousin stopped me.
So I went two days without remembering the chance, but it was almost impossible when he came to me. Calmer this time - and interested in the coffee he insisted on paying for - I couldn't let myself be carried away by his apologies, blue eyes, and brunette hair. He had this habit of biting his bottom lip whenever I was too quiet, which caught my attention even more.
By the end of the trip, we were already dating. And it wasn't long before we moved into a house.
I was happy, living my movie romance, day after day. We spoke almost always because Ezekiel always managed to be present in my day: he sent me flowers, chocolates, and little notes were hidden in my things… When we got home, I didn't mind cooking and serving, not just his dinner, but also his Whiskey, just the way he always loved it.
But then everything changed.
Six…
The hugs and caresses decreased, the gifts decreased, the notes became smaller, until there were almost no more… And that started to bother me. Not even our nights, which were hot, could stand it and it got colder and colder.
Six…
"I don't know, something stinks here" I comment in a cafe with my cousin, who this time, came to visit me.
"Maybe it's the bad milk" she jokes, laughing to herself at her own joke, but stops when she sees my impassive face. As soon as we arrived at the restaurant, I started to tell him everything about my relationship with Ezekiel, and how it all fell apart. "Calm down cousin, it might be nothing"
"Okay, but what if it's something? What could he be hiding from me?" I retort, uncomfortable with the idea that my almost-husband might be doing it behind my back "I'm Seo Soojin! I'm not born to be deceived by anyone!"
"Okay, okay, since you're suspicious, I think I have an idea…"
My cousin's idea had a name: Charles Hamilton. He was nothing less than a top private detective, apparently uncovering the hairiest secrets of married men in Salt Lake.
That same afternoon we spoke on the phone and agreed on all the terms and details. And I made it very clear that he should tell me everything he found out, regardless of the amount, I had enough money for that. And so, six months passed.
Six…
When I first met Charles Hamilton he was completely different from the old, white-haired, hunchbacked, and wrinkled man I imagined him to be. He was just the opposite, tall, square-faced, clean-shaven, starting to gray now. And incredibly fragrant. God!
"Good morning, Miss Young!" He greets me, smiling briefly, which gets my attention even more. Without wasting time, I lift my hand, so he can take it - which he does, smiling bigger.
"Please, Soojin," I ask smiling and sitting in front of him. We got down to business without much delay.
Turns out Ezekiel Young had not just one wife, not two, not three. Ezekiel Young kept six wives.
Six fucking wives.
Six…
All the business trips he claimed to be taking all this time were to see his wives again…California, Colorado, Arizona, New Mexico, Kansas, and Nebraska. Six women in six states.
"I'm sorry Miss Soojin, but apparently your husband is a Mormon," Charles says after handing me all the pictures of Ezekiel with his women. My stomach did a flip, and I felt sick.
"Motherfucker" I complain, still in disbelief, and Charles looks at me with pity, scratching his throat. I look at this incredibly handsome man and decide I'm not going to come out at the bottom of this situation, and I prepare for the biggest performance of my life. "What do I do now?!"
I start to cry softly into my napkin, the most forced tears, and the last ones I've ever shed. Charles sits in the chair next to me, handing me his handkerchief to replace the napkin, and speaks again:
"Apparently, Ezekiel is a Mormon… it's common for them to…"
"Am I ugly?" I cut him off, putting on my best silly face, and it had an effect. Five more minutes of dramatic theatrics, mixed with some well-veiled seduction, and I fucked Charles Hamilton in the bed I share with Ezekiel Young.
As soon as the detective left, with promises that he would return to help me with whatever I needed, I decided that I would make it very clear to my husband that he should never have tried to deceive me.
Everything goes on as a normal day. I clean our house, prepare our food and take a special bath, making sure I smell better than usual. I wear my best outfit and do amazing makeup.
Six…
My efforts clearly didn't go unnoticed by the brunette, who smiled happily when he saw me. Ezekiel grabs me, trying to kiss me, but I deflect by pretending to be charming. And he falls for it.
We sit down to dinner normally, and when he sits down to watch his TV, I hand him his special whiskey. I make a point of sitting on his lap and caressing his face.
"Want to know a funny thing that happened today?" I ask using a velvety voice, I see I've got his attention and I continue, but only after he takes a big gulp of alcohol. "I had sex with a guy named Charles in our bed."
As soon as I say my last words, I see them make sense in Ezekiel's brain, who jumps to his feet, practically throwing me away as if he hadn't expected it. And that's why I recover so quickly.
"What did you said, bitch?" he asks, and I see his anger rise to his face. I smile to tease him.
Six…
"Didn't you hear honey? Your wife fucked another guy in your bed!" I speak louder and stronger. Ezekiel finishes his drink in one gulp and laughs. Dumb.
"Stupid bitch!" The empty glass is tossed towards me and he's under my neck, squeezing to knock the air out of me, which only works for a few minutes, and he notices it too.
"What's wrong baby? Are you weak?" I raise an eyebrow smiling and pushing him hard. Ezekiel falls.
"You should call one of your other six wives to save your life, honey." I approach her already extremely pale body and smile holding her face "messed with the wrong bitch"
Six…
I had a perfect escape plan, and I was just about to make it out of the house when the police arrived. Apparently, my neighbor heard Ezekiel's screams and feared for my life. And in the end, even Charles Hamilton never appeared to say anything. Motherfucker.
Six…
[Transcript of Defendant's Apprehension]
Let's start. Your name, please.
Seo Soojin, love.
Your age?
24, will this take a long time?
Why were you arrested?
My son of a bitch, of a husband, cheated on me with six women. I offered him a drink. Too bad he was always such a weakling…
And what is your motivation?
Ask one of his wives.
How do you declare?
Guilty, mon amour. He used me like I was a fucking concubine!
⍉ 𝒞𝓇𝒾𝓂𝑒 𝒫𝒶𝓈𝓈𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁 ⍉
Six...
❤️ Capítulo: Six...
❤️ SoojinxMaleReader
❤️ Palavras: 1.432
❤️ Avisos: Xingamentos, menção de sexo, assassinato, envenenamento, morte.
Six...
Dizem que a primeira impressão, é a que fica. Mas dizem também, que suas atitudes podem mudar como as pessoas te creditaram no princípio. Eu sempre fui o tipo de pessoa que acreditava fielmente na primeira constatação, até encontrar ele.
Ezekiel Young.
Fui para Salt Lake city visitar uma prima que tinha acabado de noivar, e estava com as animações nas alturas. Ela então, decidiu que nós tínhamos a obrigação de andar por toda cidade fazendo compras.
E apesar de ter sido uma das semanas mais frias da minha vida, o sorriso e a animação de minha prima, esquentaram meu humor - e seu anel de noivado, incrivelmente grande e brilhoso na mão da morena também aqueceram meu coração.
Foi quando o encontrei. E não estou usando a palavra em um sentido romântico, onde os dois passam por um momento romântico ao completo acaso. Nossos corpos literalmente se encontraram no meio do caminho, em um esbarrão tão violento, que minhas sacolas voaram, e as roupas se espalharam pela calçada.
"A senhorita está bem?" Apesar de ter belos olhos azuis, e ter sido gentil, eu estava possessa, então não, não estava nada bem. E fiz questão que ele visse isso.
"Você acha que estou bem?" Reclamei recusando sua mão estendida e me levantando sozinha, observando parte do estrago que ainda estava na rua, já que minha prima foi solidária em juntar minhas peças. "Olha isso! Não olha por onde anda?! Poderia ter me matado!"
Confesso que exagerar é um dom meu, e poderia facilmente continuar gritando com ele na rua, mas minha prima me impediu.
Passei dois dias sem me lembrar do acaso, mas foi quase impossível quando ele veio até mim. Dessa vez mais calma - e interessada no café que ele insistiu em pagar - não pude deixar me levar por suas desculpas, olhão azuis e cabelos morenos. Ele tinha essa mania de morder o lábio inferior sempre que eu ficava quieta de mais, o que me chamou atenção mais ainda.
Ao final da viajem nós já estávamos namorado. E não demorou muito para então nos mudarmos para uma casa.
Eu estava feliz, vivendo meu romance de cinema, dia após dia. Nós falávamos quase sempre, pois Ezekiel sempre dava um jeito de estar presente no meu dia: me mandava flores, chocolates, pequenos bilhetes escondidos nas minhas coisas... Quando chegamos em casa, eu não me importava de cozinhar e servir, não apenas sua janta, mas também seu Whisky, do jeitinho que ele sempre amou.
Mas aí tudo mudou.
Six...
Os abraços e carinhos diminuíram, os presentes diminuíram, os bilhetes foram ficando menores, até quase não existirem mais... E aquilo começou a me incomodar. Nem as nossas noites que eram quentes aguentaram e foram esfriando cada vez mais.
Six...
"Eu não sei, tem alguma coisa fedendo aqui" comento em um café com minha prima, que dessa vez, veio me visitar.
"Talvez seja o leite estragado" ela brinca, rindo sozinha da própria piada, mas para ao ver minha feição impassível. Assim que chegamos no restaurante, comecei a contar tudo sobre minha relação com Ezekiel, e em como tudo foi se esvairindo. "Calma prima, pode não ser nada"
"Ta, mas e se for alguma coisa? O que ele pode estar me escondendo?" Rebato incomodada com a ideia de que meu quase marido pode estar fazendo pelas minhas costas "Sou Seo Soojin! Não nasci pra ser enganada por ninguém!"
"Tudo bem, tudo bem, já que você desconfia, acho que tenho uma ideia..."
A ideia da minha prima tinha um nome: Charles Hamilton. Ele era nada mais nada menos, do que um detetive particular de ponta, aparentemente descobriu os segredos mais cabeludos de homens casados em Salt Lake.
Naquela mesma tarde nos falamos pelo telefone e acertamos todos os termos e datalhes. E deixei bem claro que ele deveria me contar tudo o que descobrisse, independente do valor, eu tinha dinheiro o suficiente pra isso. E assim, se passaram seis meses.
Six...
Quando conheci Charles Hamilton pela primeira vez ele era completamente diferente do homem idoso, cabelos brancos, corcunda e enrugado que imaginei que ele seria. Ele era justamente o contrário, alto, rosto quadrado, barba bem feita, começando a ficar grisalho agora. E incrivelmente cheiroso. Deus!
"Bom dia, senhorita Young!" Ele me comprimenta, sorrindo brevemente, o que chama ainda mais minha atenção. Sem perder tempo, erho minha mão, para que o mesmo a pegue - o que ele faz, sorrindo maior.
"Por favor, Soojin." Peço sorrindo, e me sentando a sua frente. Começamos o assunto sem muita demora.
Acontece que Ezekiel Young, tinha não apenas uma mulher, nem duas, nem três. Ezekiel Young mantinha seis esposas.
Seis esposas.
Six...
Todas as viagens a trabalho que ele dizia fazer todo esse tempo, eram pra rever suas esposas...Califórnia, Colorado, Arizona, Novo México, Kansas e Nebraska. Seis mulheres em seis estados.
"Sinto muito senhorita Soojin, mas aparentemente seu marido é um mórmon" Charles fala após me entregar todas as fotos de Ezekiel com suas mulheres. Meu estômago deu uma volta, e me senti doente.
"Filho da puta" reclamo ainda sem acreditar, e Charles me olha com pena, coçando a garganta. Olho esse homem incrivelmente bonito e decido que não vou sair por baixo nessa situação, e me preparo para a maior atuação da minha vida. "O que faço agora?!"
Começo a chorar baixinho no guardanapo, as lágrimas mais forçadas, e as últimas que já derramei. Charles se senta na cadeira ao meu lado, me entregando seu lenço de linha, para substituir o guardanapo, e tornou a falar:
"Aparentemente, Ezekiel é um mórmon... é comum que eles..."
"Eu sou feia?" O interrompo, fazendo minha melhor cara de boba, e surtiu efeito. Mais cinco minutos de teatro dramático, misturado com uma boa sedução velada, e transei com Charles Hamilton na cama que dívida com Ezekiel Young.
Assim que o detetive se foi, com promessas de que retornaria para me ajudar no que precisasse, decide que iria deixar bem claro para meu marido, que ele não deveria jamais ter tentado me enganar.
Tudo se segue como um dia normal. Faço arrumo nossa casa, preparo nossa comida e tomo um banho especial, tendo certeza de que ficarei mais cheirosa que o normal. Visto minha melhor roupa e faço uma maquiagem incrível.
Six...
Meus esforços claramente não passam despercebidos pelo moreno, que sorri feliz ao me ver. Ezekiel me agarra, tentando me beijar, mas desvio fingindo ser charme. E ele cai nessa.
Nos sentamos pra jantar normalmente, e quanto ele se senta para ver sua tevê, lhe entrego seu whisky especial. Faço questão de me sentar em seu colo, e acariciar seu rosto.
"Quer saber uma coisa engraçada que aconteceu hoje?" Pergunto usando uma voz aveludada, vejo que peguei sua atenção e continuo, mas só após ele tomar um grande gole do álcool. "Eu transei com um cara chamado Charles na nossa cama."
Assim que digo minhas últimas palavras, vejo quando elas fazem sentido no cérebro de Ezekiel, que se levanta rapidamente, praticamente me jogando longe, se não estivesse esperado por isso. E é por isso que me recomponho rápido.
"O que disse vadia?" Ele indaga, e vejo sua raiva subir ao rosto. Sorrio para o provocar.
Six...
"Não ouviu benzinho? Sua esposa fodeu outro cara na sua cama!" Falo mais alto e forte. Ezekiel termina sua bebida em um gole só, e rio. Burro.
"Vadia estúpida!" O copo vazio é lançado em minha direção e ele está sob meu pescoço, apertando para me deixar sem ar, o que só funciona por alguns minutos, e ele percebe também.
"Qual o problema? Está fraco?" Ergo uma sobrancelha sorrindo e o empurrando forte. Ezekiel cai.
"Deveria chamar uma das suas outras seis esposas pra salvar sua vida, benzinho." Me aproximo de seu corpo já extremamente pálido e sorrio segurando seu rosto "mexeu com a vadia errada"
Six...
Eu tinha um plano de fuga perfeito, e eu estava prestes a conseguir sair de casa quando a polícia chegou. Aparentemente minha vizinha ouviu os gritos de Ezekiel e temeu pela minha vida. E no final, nem Charles Hamilton nunca deu notícias de nada. Filho da puta.
Six...
[Transcrição da Apreensão da Ré]
Vamos começar. Seu nome, por favor.
Seo Soojin, amor.
Sua idade?
24, isso vai demorar muito?
Por que a senhora foi presa?
O filha da puta do meu marido me traia com seis mulheres. Ofereci uma bebidinha pra ele. Pena que ele sempre foi um fracote...
E qual a motivação da senhora?
Pergunta pra uma das esposas dele.
E como a senhora de declara?
Culpada, mon amour. Ele me usou, como se eu fosse a porra de uma concubina!
⍉ 𝒞𝓇𝒾𝓂𝑒 𝒫𝒶𝓈𝓈𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁 ⍉
Six...
❤️ Capítulo: Six...
❤️ SoojinxMaleReader
❤️ Palavras: 1.432
❤️ Avisos: Xingamentos, menção de sexo, assassinato, envenenamento, morte.
Six...
Dizem que a primeira impressão, é a que fica. Mas dizem também, que suas atitudes podem mudar como as pessoas te creditaram no princípio. Eu sempre fui o tipo de pessoa que acreditava fielmente na primeira constatação, até encontrar ele.
Ezekiel Young.
Fui para Salt Lake city visitar uma prima que tinha acabado de noivar, e estava com as animações nas alturas. Ela então, decidiu que nós tínhamos a obrigação de andar por toda cidade fazendo compras.
E apesar de ter sido uma das semanas mais frias da minha vida, o sorriso e a animação de minha prima, esquentaram meu humor - e seu anel de noivado, incrivelmente grande e brilhoso na mão da morena também aqueceram meu coração.
Foi quando o encontrei. E não estou usando a palavra em um sentido romântico, onde os dois passam por um momento romântico ao completo acaso. Nossos corpos literalmente se encontraram no meio do caminho, em um esbarrão tão violento, que minhas sacolas voaram, e as roupas se espalharam pela calçada.
"A senhorita está bem?" Apesar de ter belos olhos azuis, e ter sido gentil, eu estava possessa, então não, não estava nada bem. E fiz questão que ele visse isso.
"Você acha que estou bem?" Reclamei recusando sua mão estendida e me levantando sozinha, observando parte do estrago que ainda estava na rua, já que minha prima foi solidária em juntar minhas peças. "Olha isso! Não olha por onde anda?! Poderia ter me matado!"
Confesso que exagerar é um dom meu, e poderia facilmente continuar gritando com ele na rua, mas minha prima me impediu.
Passei dois dias sem me lembrar do acaso, mas foi quase impossível quando ele veio até mim. Dessa vez mais calma - e interessada no café que ele insistiu em pagar - não pude deixar me levar por suas desculpas, olhão azuis e cabelos morenos. Ele tinha essa mania de morder o lábio inferior sempre que eu ficava quieta de mais, o que me chamou atenção mais ainda.
Ao final da viajem nós já estávamos namorado. E não demorou muito para então nos mudarmos para uma casa.
Eu estava feliz, vivendo meu romance de cinema, dia após dia. Nós falávamos quase sempre, pois Ezekiel sempre dava um jeito de estar presente no meu dia: me mandava flores, chocolates, pequenos bilhetes escondidos nas minhas coisas... Quando chegamos em casa, eu não me importava de cozinhar e servir, não apenas sua janta, mas também seu Whisky, do jeitinho que ele sempre amou.
Mas aí tudo mudou.
Six...
Os abraços e carinhos diminuíram, os presentes diminuíram, os bilhetes foram ficando menores, até quase não existirem mais... E aquilo começou a me incomodar. Nem as nossas noites que eram quentes aguentaram e foram esfriando cada vez mais.
Six...
"Eu não sei, tem alguma coisa fedendo aqui" comento em um café com minha prima, que dessa vez, veio me visitar.
"Talvez seja o leite estragado" ela brinca, rindo sozinha da própria piada, mas para ao ver minha feição impassível. Assim que chegamos no restaurante, comecei a contar tudo sobre minha relação com Ezekiel, e em como tudo foi se esvairindo. "Calma prima, pode não ser nada"
"Ta, mas e se for alguma coisa? O que ele pode estar me escondendo?" Rebato incomodada com a ideia de que meu quase marido pode estar fazendo pelas minhas costas "Sou Seo Soojin! Não nasci pra ser enganada por ninguém!"
"Tudo bem, tudo bem, já que você desconfia, acho que tenho uma ideia..."
A ideia da minha prima tinha um nome: Charles Hamilton. Ele era nada mais nada menos, do que um detetive particular de ponta, aparentemente descobriu os segredos mais cabeludos de homens casados em Salt Lake.
Naquela mesma tarde nos falamos pelo telefone e acertamos todos os termos e datalhes. E deixei bem claro que ele deveria me contar tudo o que descobrisse, independente do valor, eu tinha dinheiro o suficiente pra isso. E assim, se passaram seis meses.
Six...
Quando conheci Charles Hamilton pela primeira vez ele era completamente diferente do homem idoso, cabelos brancos, corcunda e enrugado que imaginei que ele seria. Ele era justamente o contrário, alto, rosto quadrado, barba bem feita, começando a ficar grisalho agora. E incrivelmente cheiroso. Deus!
"Bom dia, senhorita Young!" Ele me comprimenta, sorrindo brevemente, o que chama ainda mais minha atenção. Sem perder tempo, erho minha mão, para que o mesmo a pegue - o que ele faz, sorrindo maior.
"Por favor, Soojin." Peço sorrindo, e me sentando a sua frente. Começamos o assunto sem muita demora.
Acontece que Ezekiel Young, tinha não apenas uma mulher, nem duas, nem três. Ezekiel Young mantinha seis esposas.
Seis esposas.
Six...
Todas as viagens a trabalho que ele dizia fazer todo esse tempo, eram pra rever suas esposas...Califórnia, Colorado, Arizona, Novo México, Kansas e Nebraska. Seis mulheres em seis estados.
"Sinto muito senhorita Soojin, mas aparentemente seu marido é um mórmon" Charles fala após me entregar todas as fotos de Ezekiel com suas mulheres. Meu estômago deu uma volta, e me senti doente.
"Filho da puta" reclamo ainda sem acreditar, e Charles me olha com pena, coçando a garganta. Olho esse homem incrivelmente bonito e decido que não vou sair por baixo nessa situação, e me preparo para a maior atuação da minha vida. "O que faço agora?!"
Começo a chorar baixinho no guardanapo, as lágrimas mais forçadas, e as últimas que já derramei. Charles se senta na cadeira ao meu lado, me entregando seu lenço de linha, para substituir o guardanapo, e tornou a falar:
"Aparentemente, Ezekiel é um mórmon... é comum que eles..."
"Eu sou feia?" O interrompo, fazendo minha melhor cara de boba, e surtiu efeito. Mais cinco minutos de teatro dramático, misturado com uma boa sedução velada, e transei com Charles Hamilton na cama que dívida com Ezekiel Young.
Assim que o detetive se foi, com promessas de que retornaria para me ajudar no que precisasse, decide que iria deixar bem claro para meu marido, que ele não deveria jamais ter tentado me enganar.
Tudo se segue como um dia normal. Faço arrumo nossa casa, preparo nossa comida e tomo um banho especial, tendo certeza de que ficarei mais cheirosa que o normal. Visto minha melhor roupa e faço uma maquiagem incrível.
Six...
Meus esforços claramente não passam despercebidos pelo moreno, que sorri feliz ao me ver. Ezekiel me agarra, tentando me beijar, mas desvio fingindo ser charme. E ele cai nessa.
Nos sentamos pra jantar normalmente, e quanto ele se senta para ver sua tevê, lhe entrego seu whisky especial. Faço questão de me sentar em seu colo, e acariciar seu rosto.
"Quer saber uma coisa engraçada que aconteceu hoje?" Pergunto usando uma voz aveludada, vejo que peguei sua atenção e continuo, mas só após ele tomar um grande gole do álcool. "Eu transei com um cara chamado Charles na nossa cama."
Assim que digo minhas últimas palavras, vejo quando elas fazem sentido no cérebro de Ezekiel, que se levanta rapidamente, praticamente me jogando longe, se não estivesse esperado por isso. E é por isso que me recomponho rápido.
"O que disse vadia?" Ele indaga, e vejo sua raiva subir ao rosto. Sorrio para o provocar.
Six...
"Não ouviu benzinho? Sua esposa fodeu outro cara na sua cama!" Falo mais alto e forte. Ezekiel termina sua bebida em um gole só, e rio. Burro.
"Vadia estúpida!" O copo vazio é lançado em minha direção e ele está sob meu pescoço, apertando para me deixar sem ar, o que só funciona por alguns minutos, e ele percebe também.
"Qual o problema? Está fraco?" Ergo uma sobrancelha sorrindo e o empurrando forte. Ezekiel cai.
"Deveria chamar uma das suas outras seis esposas pra salvar sua vida, benzinho." Me aproximo de seu corpo já extremamente pálido e sorrio segurando seu rosto "mexeu com a vadia errada"
Six...
Eu tinha um plano de fuga perfeito, e eu estava prestes a conseguir sair de casa quando a polícia chegou. Aparentemente minha vizinha ouviu os gritos de Ezekiel e temeu pela minha vida. E no final, nem Charles Hamilton nunca deu notícias de nada. Filho da puta.
Six...
[Transcrição da Apreensão da Ré]
Vamos começar. Seu nome, por favor.
Seo Soojin, amor.
Sua idade?
24, isso vai demorar muito?
Por que a senhora foi presa?
O filha da puta do meu marido me traia com seis mulheres. Ofereci uma bebidinha pra ele. Pena que ele sempre foi um fracote...
E qual a motivação da senhora?
Pergunta pra uma das esposas dele.
E como a senhora de declara?
Culpada, mon amour. Ele me usou, como se eu fosse a porra de uma concubina!
⍉ 𝒫𝒶𝓈𝓈𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁 𝒞𝓇𝒾𝓂𝑒 ⍉
Six...
❤️ Chapter: Six...
❤️ SoojinxMaleReader
❤️ Words: 1.467 words
❤️ Warnings: Cursing, mention of sex, murder, death, angry.
Six…
They say that the first impression is the one that lasts. But they also say that your attitudes can change how people credited you in the beginning. I've always been the type of person who faithfully believed the first statement until I found it.
Ezekiel Young.
I went to Salt Lake City to visit a cousin who had just gotten engaged, and my spirits were high. She then decided that we had an obligation to walk around town shopping.
And even though it was one of the coldest weeks of my life, my cousin's smile and animation warmed my mood - and her incredibly large and shiny engagement ring in the brunette's hand also warmed my heart.
That's when I found him. And I'm not using the word in a romantic sense, where the two of them have a romantic moment at complete randomness. Our bodies literally met in the middle of the path, in a collision so violent, that my bags flew, and my clothes scattered on the sidewalk.
"Are you all right?" Despite having beautiful blue eyes, and being kind, I was possessed, so no, it wasn't okay. And I made sure he saw that.
"Do you think I'm fine?" I complained, refusing his outstretched hand and getting up on my own, observing some of the damage that was still on the street, as my cousin was supportive in putting my pieces together. "Watch that! Don't you watch where you're going?! You could have killed me!"
I confess that exaggeration is a talent of mine, and I could have easily continued yelling at him in the street, but my cousin stopped me.
So I went two days without remembering the chance, but it was almost impossible when he came to me. Calmer this time - and interested in the coffee he insisted on paying for - I couldn't let myself be carried away by his apologies, blue eyes, and brunette hair. He had this habit of biting his bottom lip whenever I was too quiet, which caught my attention even more.
By the end of the trip, we were already dating. And it wasn't long before we moved into a house.
I was happy, living my movie romance, day after day. We spoke almost always because Ezekiel always managed to be present in my day: he sent me flowers, chocolates, and little notes were hidden in my things… When we got home, I didn't mind cooking and serving, not just his dinner, but also his Whiskey, just the way he always loved it.
But then everything changed.
Six…
The hugs and caresses decreased, the gifts decreased, the notes became smaller, until there were almost no more… And that started to bother me. Not even our nights, which were hot, could stand it and it got colder and colder.
Six…
"I don't know, something stinks here" I comment in a cafe with my cousin, who this time, came to visit me.
"Maybe it's the bad milk" she jokes, laughing to herself at her own joke, but stops when she sees my impassive face. As soon as we arrived at the restaurant, I started to tell him everything about my relationship with Ezekiel, and how it all fell apart. "Calm down cousin, it might be nothing"
"Okay, but what if it's something? What could he be hiding from me?" I retort, uncomfortable with the idea that my almost-husband might be doing it behind my back "I'm Seo Soojin! I'm not born to be deceived by anyone!"
"Okay, okay, since you're suspicious, I think I have an idea…"
My cousin's idea had a name: Charles Hamilton. He was nothing less than a top private detective, apparently uncovering the hairiest secrets of married men in Salt Lake.
That same afternoon we spoke on the phone and agreed on all the terms and details. And I made it very clear that he should tell me everything he found out, regardless of the amount, I had enough money for that. And so, six months passed.
Six…
When I first met Charles Hamilton he was completely different from the old, white-haired, hunchbacked, and wrinkled man I imagined him to be. He was just the opposite, tall, square-faced, clean-shaven, starting to gray now. And incredibly fragrant. God!
"Good morning, Miss Young!" He greets me, smiling briefly, which gets my attention even more. Without wasting time, I lift my hand, so he can take it - which he does, smiling bigger.
"Please, Soojin," I ask smiling and sitting in front of him. We got down to business without much delay.
Turns out Ezekiel Young had not just one wife, not two, not three. Ezekiel Young kept six wives.
Six fucking wives.
Six…
All the business trips he claimed to be taking all this time were to see his wives again…California, Colorado, Arizona, New Mexico, Kansas, and Nebraska. Six women in six states.
"I'm sorry Miss Soojin, but apparently your husband is a Mormon," Charles says after handing me all the pictures of Ezekiel with his women. My stomach did a flip, and I felt sick.
"Motherfucker" I complain, still in disbelief, and Charles looks at me with pity, scratching his throat. I look at this incredibly handsome man and decide I'm not going to come out at the bottom of this situation, and I prepare for the biggest performance of my life. "What do I do now?!"
I start to cry softly into my napkin, the most forced tears, and the last ones I've ever shed. Charles sits in the chair next to me, handing me his handkerchief to replace the napkin, and speaks again:
"Apparently, Ezekiel is a Mormon… it's common for them to…"
"Am I ugly?" I cut him off, putting on my best silly face, and it had an effect. Five more minutes of dramatic theatrics, mixed with some well-veiled seduction, and I fucked Charles Hamilton in the bed I share with Ezekiel Young.
As soon as the detective left, with promises that he would return to help me with whatever I needed, I decided that I would make it very clear to my husband that he should never have tried to deceive me.
Everything goes on as a normal day. I clean our house, prepare our food and take a special bath, making sure I smell better than usual. I wear my best outfit and do amazing makeup.
Six…
My efforts clearly didn't go unnoticed by the brunette, who smiled happily when he saw me. Ezekiel grabs me, trying to kiss me, but I deflect by pretending to be charming. And he falls for it.
We sit down to dinner normally, and when he sits down to watch his TV, I hand him his special whiskey. I make a point of sitting on his lap and caressing his face.
"Want to know a funny thing that happened today?" I ask using a velvety voice, I see I've got his attention and I continue, but only after he takes a big gulp of alcohol. "I had sex with a guy named Charles in our bed."
As soon as I say my last words, I see them make sense in Ezekiel's brain, who jumps to his feet, practically throwing me away as if he hadn't expected it. And that's why I recover so quickly.
"What did you said, bitch?" he asks, and I see his anger rise to his face. I smile to tease him.
Six…
"Didn't you hear honey? Your wife fucked another guy in your bed!" I speak louder and stronger. Ezekiel finishes his drink in one gulp and laughs. Dumb.
"Stupid bitch!" The empty glass is tossed towards me and he's under my neck, squeezing to knock the air out of me, which only works for a few minutes, and he notices it too.
"What's wrong baby? Are you weak?" I raise an eyebrow smiling and pushing him hard. Ezekiel falls.
"You should call one of your other six wives to save your life, honey." I approach her already extremely pale body and smile holding her face "messed with the wrong bitch"
Six…
I had a perfect escape plan, and I was just about to make it out of the house when the police arrived. Apparently, my neighbor heard Ezekiel's screams and feared for my life. And in the end, even Charles Hamilton never appeared to say anything. Motherfucker.
Six…
[Transcript of Defendant's Apprehension]
Let's start. Your name, please.
Seo Soojin, love.
Your age?
24, will this take a long time?
Why were you arrested?
My son of a bitch, of a husband, cheated on me with six women. I offered him a drink. Too bad he was always such a weakling…
And what is your motivation?
Ask one of his wives.
How do you declare?
Guilty, mon amour. He used me like I was a fucking concubine!
⍉ 𝒫𝒶𝓈𝓈𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁 𝒞𝓇𝒾𝓂𝑒 ⍉
Uh uh...
❤️ Chapter: Uh uh
❤️ Words: 1.417
❤️ Warnings: deadly fall, death, injustice, profanity, blood
❤️ A/n: Hi! Just want to say two things real quick: I didn't had time to see if there's mistakes at the writing, so it probably have a lot, please try to ignore; and I do not speak Mandarin/Chinese, so I also don't know if these words are correct. Please let me know if not so I can correct. Have a nice reading!
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, NO!
It's all a big mistake! You can't imagine what they did with two innocent lives. I lost the great love of my life, and the blame still fell on me, as if it were some kind of 傻屄¹ (shǎ bī)!
Liu Yan was the love of my life! We met when we were still kids in Taoyuan County, everyone always said that we were destined to be together. Our families have always been best friends, which means there hasn't been a day in my life when Yan hasn't been there. We knew we had no choice but to like each other, so despite being slightly forced, our friendship has been sincere since the 1st.
We went to school together, we had the same cycle of friendships, and we always told each other everything, but none of that sparked the love between us. Well, my love for him, as I found out years later, was that Liu had always loved me, but I was the blind one.
After a 6-month trip, I realized that he is missing in my life when he is not there. The days seemed endless, and the time zone he was in made our almost endless communication difficult. And I confess that despite being practically dying of homesickness, I only realized my feelings for the brunette when one of our friends wondered if he would find love in the country where he was.
The thought of seeing Liu Yan, my Liu Yan with someone else, doing everything we've always done, not being by my side all the time, without your displays of affection, without your lame jokes…
In the end, we got married, and for our honeymoon, Yan wanted to bring me to the United States, where he had been visiting for six months. And even with my language barrier, I believed in her local language skills and her knowledge of Chicago. If I could, I would never have come.
uh uh!
We had a perfect schedule of what we were going to do that day. Everything perfect. But as we walked across a bridge, Liu noticed that the lake was completely frozen over, which would be an excellent opportunity for us to go skating.
"But we're out of skates" I tried to be rational, but he opened his excited smile, held my face with both hands, and assured me, looking into my eyes "Nothing bad will happen while I'm here, 我的宝贝²! (Wǒ from bǎobèi)"
uh uh...
Liu then took my hand and led us to that side. I was still very uncertain about the idea, so I took uncertain steps to the edge of the site. I stood there as I watched Yan glide carelessly across the crust of ice.
"Yan, I don't think this is a good idea…let's go, please!" I ask without any courage to step on the ice and try to convince him to get out of there. The shiver that crept up the back of my neck was not from the cold. "宝贝³(bǎobèi)! Nothing will happen! Look at me!" and I looked. But I wished I hadn't.
Uh Uh...
Liu Yan to demonstrate that the ice was firm, took a very strong impulse to jump and roll in the air. That's when I saw, in the most torturous slow motion of my life, he lose his balance and fall backward, hitting his head on the ice.
I then freeze for like five seconds, which felt like an eternity. Immediately the blood that came out of his head, began to spread across that wet surface, creating bloodlines on the ice.
No.
When I look around, I don't see anyone who can help us. Everyone who passed through the bridge was no longer there. There was nobody. I was completely alone, with Liu Yan's body unconscious and losing blood very fast. I had no choice anymore, I was being forced to step on the ice, to reach out to him to help him. But I was stopped.
Uh Uh...
I felt them before I heard or saw them. Two pairs of very strong arms held me firmly in place as I finally made my way to him. They were men and they were holding me and rocking me hard while they were yelling at me, but I didn't understand what they were talking about. I pointed at Liu, trying to make them understand that I should help us, but everything I said only made them squeeze me tighter. I look once more and see other men pulling Liu off the ice, and I breathe a sigh of relief.
My face quickly fills with tears, I thought we would get help, I thought they would take him to the hospital, that they would help us, but my beliefs were quickly proven wrong.
Uh Uh!
"You killed him!" One of the men who held me, squeezed me more, when I tried to reach my husband, I screamed in pain, but he didn't care at all. Another man shouted the same thing at me, but I couldn't make it out right away. I blink then try to clear my mind, and face from the tears.
I need to say I didn't do anything, I need to say it was an accident!
"不! A-a-accident!" I say, pointing to the ice and then to the body full of people wrapped around it. My Liu Yan. I try one more time to get to him, but the men keep squeezing me tighter and tighter, still yelling. They didn't understand me and it started to annoy me. I just wanted to reach Liu, I just wanted to hug him…
"Accident! Accident 二百五! Accident!"
I start pushing and scratching them to let me get to my husband, but that seems to make them even angrier. Liu Yan. I just wanted to get to him, I just wanted to hug him, and remind him that he had to be okay, as he promised me. Prometheus!
Many people started to approach me, I started asking for help, desperately. I just wanted to get to my husband, that's all. I didn't do anything, nothing! They couldn't deny me coming close to his!
Uh Uh...
Even with me shouting profanities to the winds, begging them to help me, nothing made them understand me. All they did was yell at me, shake me, squeeze me, and take me away from him. I was getting exhausted, but I relaxed more when I heard sirens, and even more so when I saw the authorities arriving.
Once again I tried to reach Liu Yan who was still on the ground, but I was stopped. I was forced to watch from a distance, the rescuers reach him, try to revive him, and then cover him with an aluminum blanket. not.
I then grabbed by the police, who continued to shake me, I believe they were asking a question, but I didn't understand them, I couldn't understand what they were saying. I could only see them take the lifeless body of my love.
I was then taken to a police station where I was asked thousands of questions. I only managed to understand when they asked my name and age, and I think they understood me because the frowning man wrote something down when I answered. He asked more questions and repeated them, but my answer didn't seem to be enough. "Accident" and "Innocent" was all I could manage to reply, pissing him off more and more.
I didn't do anything, Liu Yan fell through the ice, and if they had tried to understand me and not condemn me, maybe he would still be alive. Now I would have to live and die with a sentence that didn't fit me. I will have to die, without Liu Yan growing old with me, without being able to give him the family we wanted so much, and without our last moments together.
Uh Uh…
(Glossary)
傻屄¹ (shǎ bī): From my research, in addition to meaning "stupid female reproductive system", it is one of the most used swear words in China, and can mean "stupid cow"
我的宝贝² (Wǒ de bǎobèi): In Chinese, it is translated as "my dear" or "my dear".
宝贝³ (bǎobèi): Can be translated to, "darling" or "baby" in a romantic way
不 (Bù): means "no"
二百五 (Èrbǎiwǔ): its literal translation is "250", but it is understood as "foolish people"
Studio Slip-Ups
Requested By Anon: "okay so can i request a minnie scenario where the reader is 7th member and they both like each other but are obvious and scared of confessing? the other members already know that they’re into each other. and then one night they have a studio date where they’re writing/messing around and somehow one of them confesses. please make it fluffy :)"
Pairing: Minnie x Fem!Reader
Word Count: 2,257
Warnings / Misc. -- Pining, Teasing, Fluff
Disclaimer: This writing is a work of fiction, and no disrespect is meant for those mentioned herein.
A/N: Anon, I'm so sorry for the long wait! This crazy winter storm has left me without power for a few days, so I've had to deal with that; but, on the bright side, it did give me the opportunity to get a little writing done. It's worth noting that I'm not as familiar with (G)I-DLE as I am with Blackpink, but hopefully I was able to get their personalities right. Keep an eye out for more content coming soon :)
Key: "Y/Ship/Name" = Your ship name with Minnie
♡ Happy reading ♡
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Minnie can't take her eyes off of you.
Your fingers glide along the smooth surface of the piano keys, tying the notes that ring out into a beautiful composition. She hears the low tones of you humming along with it, constructing new layers to the song in your mind, your eyes closed to help you focus. Occasionally you stop to scribble something on your notepad, toying with your lip in thought. She admires you from her spot on the floor, leaning against the mirror with a smile when she sees the lightbulb go off above your head and your subsequent excitement.
She wonders if you've ever written anything about her. She's practically written symphonies for you, staying up late into the night after rehearsals in order to put her feelings on paper. Everything about you inspires her, and it's times like these that make her wish she had the courage to confess to you. She knows you could be so good together, and yet every time she thinks she's convinced herself to go through with it, she always chickens out. So, for now, she's reluctantly accepted the idea of just staying friends and loving you in silence.
You lean forward, resting your elbows against the polished piano top as you cradle your head in your hands. Memories swirl in your mind, flashes of smiles and laughter as you search through them for the perfect lyric to add to the song. And then, there she is. Minnie. It's a simple memory, only really consisting of the two of you telling each other stupid jokes back at the dorm, her head resting in your lap. It was the kind of moment where you were both loopy -- completely exhausted from performances and interviews -- so just about anything made you laugh. Anytime you'd crack a new joke, she'd be thrown into another laughing fit, filling the room with that sound that you love so much. That sound. Without even knowing it, Minnie's been the star of most of your songs; ever since you fell for her all those months ago, it's been hard to find the same level of inspiration in anything other than her.
Your pleasant reminiscing is interrupted by two of your other members, Soyeon and Yuqi, deciding to spend this free time being chaotic. They had been bearable enough up until now, but you had to draw the line once they decided to start screaming the newest Blackpink song at the top of their lungs. Had you been doing anything else at the moment, you would've gladly joined them -- there's a time and place for that, though, and this is neither of those.
Soyeon catches the warning glance that you send and quiets down a little, but Yuqi narrows her eyes at you playfully.
"Yuqi, if you don't stop screaming in the next five seconds I'm gonna tackle you."
"Bet." She scoffs.
"I'm in the middle of writing something. You don't wanna know how far I'll go for my creative processes…."
With a cocky smirk plastered on her lips, she clears her throat and bellows out, "I'M SOUR CANDY!"
"You leave me no choice," you sigh dramatically, rolling up your sleeves before you charge at her. She lets out a squeal as you make contact, and soon your bodies collide with the soft cushions of the couch with a quiet noise of impact. The other girls cheer from the opposite side of the room, shouting praises at you for getting her to shut up.
Yuqi wiggles underneath you, pulling out all the stops to free herself from your determined grip. "Are you done now?" You raise an eyebrow, keeping her wrists secure in your hands despite all the fighting she's doing. Your knees sit on either side of her torso, keeping her locked in place. Her eyes dart behind you, conveying some hidden message that your brain doesn't have time to decipher before she yells out, "NEVER!"
It doesn't take long for you to realize what -- or rather who -- she was signalling to: in an instant, Soyeon pushes you off of her, sending you flying to another part of the couch. You don't even have a chance to catch your breath before they pounce on you, turning the tables by starting a tickle fight.
As much as you try to hold it in, laughter soon bubbles up in your chest and echoes out across the practice room. "Ah- NO!" You giggle, thrashing around beneath them. "This is what you get when you keep us from stanning the girls." Yuqi says, twisting her fingers into the most ticklish part of your side.
"Minnie, help me!" She's your only hope at this point; there's no way you can beat both of them alone.
Minnie's been watching the disaster unfold from the moment it began with a smile tugging at her lips; now, though, a wave of nervousness hits her. She hadn't expected you to call out for her. Nevertheless, she'd never leave you hanging like that. In two seconds flat, she's on her feet and running to your aid.
"This is for Y/N!" She declares, prying Yuqi off of you and putting herself in the line of fire. Soyeon proves to be much easier of an opponent, and you have her tapping in no time. Eventually, Minnie seems to get the upper hand and Yuqi gives up with a defeated sigh. She crosses her arms with a huff, looking eerily similar to those baby pictures she's shown you in the past.
You pull your teammate in for a tired hug, smiling as she sinks into your embrace. "In your face! Team Y/Ship/N is superior, losers." They roll their eyes, already busy pouting at their loss and muttering objections under their breath. In your arms, Minnie is silently freaking out; your body's warm from all the moving you just did, and she revels in the feeling of being held by you. She usually doesn't let herself give into what she wants -- in any other scenario she'd be finding some excuse to step away and retreat back to her seat, putting distance between herself and the one person she wants most in the world. But this time is different for some reason unbeknownst to Minnie, and she lets herself get lost in the sweet smell of your perfume as you run a hand through her hair soothingly.
After what could've been 30 seconds or 5 minutes, (Minnie's still trying to figure that one out), you give her a final squeeze before stepping away and announcing, "I'm gonna run to the break room for some snacks. Do you guys want anything?"
Shuhua briefly pauses her conversation with Soojin and Miyeon to respond: "Candy, please." You already had a sneaking suspicion that she'd want something, so the confirmation puts a smile on your face. Her appetite is something else.
When no one else requests anything, you exit the room and make your way down the hall.
As Minnie watches you leave, a small grin works its way onto her lips; something she loves about you, just one of the many reasons that come to mind, is how courteous you are. It's a simple thing -- offering to grab snacks for everyone -- but it just goes to show how much you care about your members. In this industry, being close isn't a guarantee by any means, so it makes her all the more grateful for having someone like you in her life. She pads her way back across the room, silently thanking whatever forces were behind putting both of you in the same group.
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"Y/N, don't freak out. You've got this, it's just a drink. Totally not the end of the world." You tell yourself, attempting to get rid of the relentless anxiety you feel. With a deep breath, you open the door.
"Here you go Shushu." Being careful to avoid spilling the hot beverages on yourself, you toss her the candy bar you promised. She catches it with ease, and you smile at how happy she looks now that she's eating again.
During your time away, Minnie had migrated over to the piano and settled in to play a comforting tune of her own. You take note of the way her lips press together, her throat tightening and relaxing as she hums along, harmonizing effortlessly. She's utterly gorgeous, looking right at home; she was made to be a star, and the sight before you takes you back to your trainee days. Back then, even before your group was formed, you knew she'd go all the way. Her talent speaks for itself, and it always takes your breath away.
Soyeon nudges you, effectively pulling you from the stupor you didn't even realize you were in. "Y/N, you're staring." She informs, voice dripping with amusement as she teases you. You deliver a light stomp to her foot to put her back in her place before approaching Minnie, chuckling to yourself at the whine that leaves her lips.
"Hey, I made your favorite."
She smiles as you lean over the piano to retrieve one of the wooden coasters and set the cup on it. When she notices what's on top, though, she gasps.
In the whipped foam of her drink, you drew a heart with the word, "Cutie" scrawled next to it. The colors are beginning to mix together now as the steam continues to rise, but nothing has ever looked so special to Minnie before. There wasn't enough room to add anything else, so you had to settle for that. Although, come to think of it, maybe writing out a love poem for her on top of a drink isn't the most ideal way to confess.
"I know you didn't ask for it, but you've been working hard and I thought you deserved a little treat." You say, taking a sip of the tea you made for yourself. You peek at her over the rim of your mug, patiently waiting for her response. The look in your eye is so pure and genuine that Minnie can't find it in herself to contain her feelings any longer.
"I love you," she releases the words gently, sick of holding those three words in for so long. This sweet gesture truly served as the final straw for her; you know how to make her favorite drink just right, and you left that little message? You really know the way to her heart.
"H-huh?" You stutter out, stubbing your toe on the edge of the piano bench with how quickly you raise up. That's definitely the last thing you saw coming.
Worry flashes across her features in a millisecond, her brain already convincing her that you don't feel the same, and she begins rambling. "I don't-- I do! It's just…"
"I love you, too." You crack a dumbfounded smile, thinking it's adorable how flustered she is right now. All this time you thought you were the only one, so seeing her like this is a totally new thing.
You can see the tension leave her body once she registers your words, no longer having to stress about coming up with an excuse for her slip up. She shyly reaches for you, gripping the material of your shirt in her fists as she pulls you in closer. Gently, you cup her cheeks with your hands and lean down to press a bashful kiss to her lips.
"Jesus, it took you guys long enough." Soyeon jests, seemingly already over the pity party she was throwing earlier. After kissing Minnie again, you glance at the rapper with confused look.
Yuqi laughs at your baffled expression, filling the room with the happy sound. "You're oblivious. You guys have been pining forever."
"Yeah, Y/N. Minnie told me she had a crush on you like 4 months ago," Soojin says quietly from her place on the floor. Your eyebrows instinctively raise at this, and you turn to see Minnie ducking her head down to avoid your gaze.
"Is that true?" You ask gently, unbelieving.
Her eyes slowly scan up to yours, partially afraid to see your reaction, but she nods nonetheless. "That's the cutest thing I've ever heard." The blush on her cheeks is undeniable now, making her skin look hot to the touch.
"I told you guys it would happen eventually," Miyeon grins, giving herself a pat on the back. She holds her head a little higher knowing that you two finally confessed.
"Well, since we're telling our secrets, I might as well say this: you know that song I was writing earlier?" You ask, nervously reaching down to toy with Minnie's fingers.
She nods for you to continue. "Well… it's about you." You breathe out, still scared to hear what she has to say about that despite what just happened.
Wordlessly, she takes her phone out of her pocket and opens a folder in it, titled, "♡Y/N♡" before showing it to you. It's full of random lines of lyrics and candid pictures, some of which you didn't even know Minnie had snapped of you. She really is in love with you; and she always has been.
"Okay, I lied earlier. This is the cutest thing I've ever seen, hands down." A smile spreads across her lips at your words, and she leans into you to bury her face in your neck and hide her embarrassment. You kiss her temple and wrap your arms around her, happy and content in a way you've never been before.
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