“You were flirting with him.” “I’m married, not dead, Jimin.” “You’re married,” Jimin said calmly, “and you’re in public.” Aeri raised an eyebrow. “Relax. I’m still wearing your ring.”

A man who believes in tomorrow.

A man who believes in tomorrow.

This was originally meant to be a Valentine's Day fic, but in the end I decided to split the fic into parts because it's simply too long

What the practice room gave, the pool deck takes.

A towel drops. Two bodies fall. A morning unravels.

She shows up somewhere she shouldn't be, wearing something she shouldn't be wearing, having left someone she shouldn't have left. He doesn't send her back.