she is definition of perfection


I suffer from depression and anxiety, and having a show and having a character that portrays a young woman who is dealing with that and the consequences of it — how it affects her friendships and her relationships with her mom and her sister — it’s beautiful to see that. Someone who’s seemingly so perfect on the outside is very much broken on the inside and trying to piece themselves back together. That’s what Betty is doing in Season 1. She puts a lot of pressure on herself, and her mom puts a lot of pressure on her to be perfect, and it’s overwhelming for Betty. She definitely hits some breaking points. She’s just a young girl trying to navigate today’s world, and that’s hard. It’s hard for all of us.

lil vanessa and lil nina have never had a fight ever because they are the worlds most perfect friends and you can fight me on this


This song really hits my heart. Also can we appreciate the fact that she chose a female guitarist? Hani is the true definition of girls supporting girls

Two perfect Videos, One fulfilled heart

Hwarang :: Sam Maek Jong x Reader :: Part II

Thanks to everyone who waited and sent me nice encouraging messages! :) I felt bad for making you all wait so I made sure this chapter was extra long! 6505 words for you! I hope you enjoy :) 

Read Part 1 here!

The sun seeps through the translucent film of the screen walls, it was warm. Really, really warm. I opened my eyes and I realized that the heat was not only radiating off the rising sun but also from Ji Dwi who was cuddled at my side. His arm was folded under my head, serving as a pillow while his other arm was wrapped around my waist holding me close to his body. I could feel the blood rushing to my cheeks at his close proximity, his chin rested on top of my head while mine was nestled into his neck. He was so warm and cuddly…if only I could see his cute sleeping face. Carefully and very slowly I peel myself away to get a peep but instead I received a surprise when his grip tightened and pulled me closer into his chest. “Just stay for a moment longer,” he mumbles into my hair. I smile into the collar of his hanbok, “I wasn’t leaving. I just wanted to see your face.” At that he shifts lower so that we were face to face. Being so close I could admire how perfect his face really was. From his long lashes, perfectly round almond eyes, sharp sculpted jaw and shaped eyebrows. “Wow,” I breathed out loud which he smirks at, “What’s wrong? First time seeing a handsome man?” I roll my eyes, quickly turning over so that he faced my back. His breath fans across my neck as he chuckled, “I’m just teasing.” “No, you’re just annoying,” I correct as his arms found their way around my form again, pulling me back towards him, “And really cuddly” I muse allowing him to nuzzle his nose against my ear. “We should get up. It won’t be long before the intensive training starts to prepare you for that stupid…really stupid unnecessary spar in a weeks time,” I explain but it falls on deaf ears since he made no effort to pull away. “Ji Dwi!” I whine with a laugh trying to sit up but the man-child was not having it as he playfully flops on top of me. “G-Get off! Stop!” I scream with giggles in between the kisses he placed on my face and along my neck. Let’s just say it was a very compromising position to get caught in when the wooden door flew open to reveal a very alarmed and ‘ready to kill a man’ aura radiating off of Seyeo. Besides the embarrassing situation it was funny to see his shocked face with his sword ready in his hand when he realized what he interrupted. “I told you it was time to get up,” I teasingly scold Ji Dwi which he replies with a small smile. He rolls off of me and into a seated position then he proceeded to stare intensively at Seyeo, almost impatiently waiting for him to leave. “Seyeo, you are going to catch flies if you don’t close your mouth,” I casually say with a stretch. To my surprise, he doesn’t even reply or say a sarcastic remark before turning on his heel and hastily running off to god knows where. “Now where were we…” Ji Dwi hums, gently pushing me back onto the floor. “Hmmm…waking up to go to practice?” I suggest which he immediately tuts at, “Then what?” I smile knowingly as he lowers his face towards mine, planting a firm and sweet kiss onto my forehead. He pulls back slightly and looks up with knotted brows as if in deep thought, “I can’t seem to remember.” “Wow…such a dork. Just kiss me properly,” impatiently I cup his cheeks to pull him forwards. “Okay,” he agrees planting a kiss onto my nose. “Not there.” “Over here?” he inquires placing one onto my cheek. “No!” I laugh squishing his cheeks. “How about here?” he tries again with my other cheek. “Ji Dwi!” “One more try?” he chuckles, finally placing a firm one onto my lips. I laugh hugging his neck tightly, “I wish we could wake up every morning like this.” He nods in agreement, “I’m sure I can do something to make that happen.” “Then I’ll look forward to it! But let’s get you to practice now, okay?”


I join beside Seyeo who was watching the Hwarang set up for their sword practice. “So this is where you ran off to,” I tease taking a seat closely beside him. The male rolls his eyes and pulls out a parchment of crispy rice from his hanbok. “I wanted to surprise you with your favourite but I guess you surprised me instead. You know you could’ve told me so I wouldn’t have barged in like that!” I burst out laughing, realizing how embarrassed he was about the whole over deal, “You know we didn’t do anything right?” He breathes out almost in relief, not before quickly snapping a, “Yeah you better haven’t done anything!” I groan at his brotherly protectiveness, but all was forgotten when I remembered the crispy rice in my lap. Which I happily and quickly ate. Taking my last bite the Hwarang finally started their more intensiveness training in preparation to the fight taking place next week. Seyeo whistled beside me, “Wew, look at your man go!” I look up to find Ji Dwi showing off some really impressive moves, “Oh shut up you!” “Oh, he’s looking his way!” Seyeo exclaims excitedly and with no shame started waving at Ji Dwi which caused the corner of his lips to pull up. Not missing a beat Ji Dwi flashes me a wink before focusing on his sparring partner. “Oh what a cutie,” Seyeo sighs mockingly which I easily ignored since growing up with this annoying child that seemed to be the best option to shut him up. Observing the Hwarang carefully it was obvious as to who were the most skilled of the group, and much to my dismay I could easily tell that the sweet younger member, Han Sung, struggled to keep up. He wasn’t particularly horrible, he just needed a bit more practice. It was difficult to watch his sword constantly fly out of his grip since in a real situation that would’ve meant that he died…at least seven times in the last fifteen minutes. I couldn’t possibly watch him get killed at the sparring event, sending him with his current skills would just be suicide. So by the end of practice I thought of a solution to help Han Sung out, and importantly not to accidently hurt his feelings.

As the males started to put away their swords on their respective racks I walk towards Han Sung who sat defeated on the dirt ground. He was panting and out of breath but what took me back were the tears that started to well in his eyes. “Han Sung, you did great today!” I smile patting his head gently. He looks up with a pout, “Really?” I hum in agreement, “Of course! I was actually wondering if you could show me a few moves.” He blinks in confusion, “But you are already so good. I saw you the other day beating the other Princess and Ji Dwi.” He had me there, I guess I should give him a little more credit for being sharp when he wanted to. After a short moment of silence I nervously scratch at my temple, “But there’s always room for improvement right Han Sung?” Which to that he nods with his usual bright large smile. I nod contently, “Now that’s the spirit! Come on teach me something!”

Sam Maek POV

After practice I was looking forward to spend some time with (Y/n) seeing that we had the day off to relax. Apparently, it was part of the new practice regimen, practice intensively for three hours straight and rest for the remainder of the day. However, she seemed to be occupied. After putting away my practice sword I walked towards her usual observing spot but only her personal care taker was there. I follow Seok Hyeon’s line of vision to see (Y/n) gently patting Han Sung’s head. “What’s she doing?” I ask curiously plopping down beside Seok Hyeon. He cocks his head a bit in acknowledgement of my presence and explained, “(Y/n) couldn’t stand watching Han Sung fight like that. She knows he’s going to get hurt or worse, killed, at the spar so she’s trying to help him practice. Obviously without being obvious that he sucks.” I chuckle at the situation, that was something she would do, “So even when the situation is so dire she’s scared to hurt his feelings?” Seok Hyeon laughed with a scoff, “Yeah, so she’s using the excuse of asking him if he could show her some of his awesome moves.” I watch her and I found myself smiling like usual. From the way she watches Han Sung lovingly, the elegant sword movements, how she tenderly held Han Sung’s arms to help him get in proper position…it was all so perfect. She is definitely the Queen every Kingdom was waiting for. “Hmm…you are staring intensively are you jealous of the boy?” Seok Hyeon mused and I chuckle at that, “What? No of course not.” “That’s good. She already made up her mind that she wont be marrying the King so if that doesn’t prove her loyalty to you then I don’t know what will.” For once I broke my gaze from (Y/n) to look at Seok Hyeon with evident shock, “She said that?” To which he nodded at, staring intensively into my own eyes, “She told me that after her fourth encounter with you. She is extremely fond of you. You know if you end up hurting her I will kill you.” I chuckle at his threat, “I wouldn’t dream of hurting her, ever.” “I’m serious. I will kill you…excruciatingly slowly and painfully. Like I will skin you piece by piece,” Seok Hyeon explains never breaking eye contact. I was glad that (Y/n) has someone like him to watch over her, she was strong and smart but it put me at ease knowing that there will always be Seok Hyeon closely beside her to protect her if I wasn’t there. If she ever needed protecting that is, everyone here knows she’s deadly with her bare hands, let alone with a blade. Well maybe everyone but Han Sung as I could see how excited he was on the field to show (Y/n) some of his moves. “Look (Y/n)! I will teach you this move next!” The young Hwarang will exclaim before presenting some very off technique slash, which would then follow a, “Oh what if we did this instead? I think it would be much cooler!” (Y/n) would add just as excitedly. Call me blinded by love but she was absolutely perfect no matter what light you shine on her there was no imperfection to be seen. I didn’t even realize that they stopped sparring until the Princess started walking towards me. No wait towards Seok Hyeon. I wasn’t upset or anything. “Seyeo! Do you mind if you could go get Han Sung some jerky from town for doing so great?” She asks with a hand on Seok Hyeon’s shoulder, which he immediately accepts and gets up. Now that he was gone I look up from my seated position to see her smiling at me, “What’s up with your face?” “W-What’s wrong with my face?” I nervously ask attempting to cover it with my long sleeves which caused her to giggle and pull my hand away. “You look bothered, Ji Dwi.” Which I immediately reply with, “Why does he have a cute nickname?” (Y/n) snorts and slaps me upside the head, “Don’t be like that…my King~” she sings planting a soft kiss onto my cheek. I could hear my blood pumping in my ears and my heart skipping a beat at what she just called me. I couldn’t even reply as she quickly gets up and returns to help with Han Sung’s training. If only she knew the weight of her words.

Normal POV

Now knowing Han Sung’s strengths it was easy to help him hone into techniques that he could naturally execute. To be very honest I was just as out of breath as he was, “Do you want to take a break Han Sung?” He excitedly shakes his head with a gigantic grin plastered on his face, “No I’m having so much fun! We can take a break once Seok Hyeon is back with the jerky!” I return his smile genuinely happy that he was finally getting into the spirit of sword fighting and finding his confidence, “Okay, that sounds like a plan!”

Practice ensued for probably half an hour more before Seyeo returned with a large parchment of jerky, probably enough to fill up the entire Hwarang. Sitting under the shade of a tree I asked Han Sung to start unpacking the food while I went to invite Ji Dwi over to join us. To my surprise he had plans, “Sorry, I have to go see someone. But I will see you in the evening okay?” I frown but nodded nonetheless, “Okay…sorry that I didn’t get to spend more time with you on your day off.” He chuckles at that and combs my hair back with his long slender fingers, “Don’t be sorry. You were working hard with Han Sung. Enjoy the rest of your day, I’ll see you tonight.” Reluctantly I pull away from his embrace to allow him to go on about his day, “Bye be safe, okay?” To which he nodded with that charming smile. By the time I made it back to Han Sung he was already happily enjoying his share of jerky. I plop down beside him in the shade, safe away from the blazing afternoon sun. It was a nice comfortable silence that enveloped us, so I was quite taken aback when Han Sung spoke up suddenly. “Thank you for helping me,” he shyly smiles scratching his cheek, “I know you were just trying to help me and it makes me really happy.” It’s not even an understatement if I said that my heart just about exploded. “Han Sung…it’s no problem at all. I wanted to help you. I don’t like seeing you upset over something so trivial like sword fighting.” He pulls a funny face, something between a pout and a smile, “Can I tell you a secret?” I quietly nod and he sighs, nibbling on his jerky. “I wished I was born a half blood instead of my brother.” My heart swells up at his confession, “May you tell me the reason why?” “He’s great at everything unlike me…but he isn’t allowed to do anything because of his blood. While I have the blood but I’m useless I can’t do anything right. Maybe if he was the true blood our family’s lineage wouldn’t disappear. God knows it’s going to end with me.” “Oi! You aren’t allowed to speak of yourself like that!” I scolded with a frown, “You will succeed if you keep trying hard and so will your brother! I promise, once I take my throne I will remove all hierarchy and allow anyone to work at the palace as long as they are passionate and hard working. Please continue to try your hardest with your brother, the time will come very soon.” Han Sung’s face lights up, “Wow so cool!” I laugh and pat his head gently, “No…it’s the right thing to do and about time. Blood shouldn’t decipher what an individual can or cannot do. Their actions should be accounted not something that no one has control over, like blood lineage.” He male hums with a closed eye smile, “I can’t wait for you to rule then. Serving you would be really fun with my brother, (Y/n).” I tut at that, “Silly, you won’t be serving me. We are equals, friends even. I just wish for everyone to work along side one another…no serving of any sorts.” “Ji Dwi is very lucky to have you love him (Y/n),” Han Sung suddenly states changing the topic. “J-Ji Dwi?” He hums with a nod in approval, “Although the King would miss out on someone like you, you make Ji Dwi very happy and he’s usually like a rock.” I laugh at that, “Like a rock?” Han Sung nods and joins in with the laughter. “I’m glad you are feeling better, Han Sung. Shall we continue to train for the days coming?” The male nods happily, “I would love that!” “Alright then. Just on one condition, always try your best.” With that we sealed our deal with our pinkies.

Sam Maek POV

Even though it was tempting to stay with (Y/n) and Han Sung I couldn’t ignore the nagging feeling I had that I needed to talk to my mother. Although our talks usually end up fruitless I still found myself trying to reason with her anyways. I walk into the empty throne room to see her perched on her throne…my throne. “Sam Maek, what are you doing here?” she asks surprised at my random visit, “It’s still light outside someone can see you.” “Mother, I wasn’t happy with you trying to marry me off to one of the Princesses, but I made my decision,” I say ignoring her previous inquiries. Mother chuckles softly covering her mouth, “Oh Sam Maek…” she coos getting up from her seat. She started talking again once she walked up to me, “You never had a choice as to whom you were going to marry.” She says with knotted eyebrows but I knew her enough to know that there was no concern behind her actions. “Then why did you bring Princess (Y/n) here if you wanted me to marry my sister.” She smiles shaking her head, “I honestly thought she would just make Princess Sook Myung look even better, besides a friendship to guarantee an alliance with Goguryeo is intelligent. I’m surprised that you could take a liking to someone like Princess (Y/n).” My blood started to boil but I knew I had to keep my anger at bay, “Emotions aside, marrying Princess (Y/n) makes perfect sense. It creates a stronger alliance with the Kingdom of Goguryeo. Your narrow minded decisions has lead Silla to being the smallest of the three Kingdoms.” Mother furrows her eyebrows and reaches out a hand to cup my cheek, “Get rid of such silly thoughts regarding Princess (Y/n). It’s not going to happen. You are to marry Princess Sook Myung and it’s not up for discussion.” I turn my head away from her touch, it felt toxic, “For my entire life I obeyed your every order, however this time I cannot follow through of what you ask of me. You can send me away again, isolate me, deprive me of my throne, but you will not take her away from me.”

The walk back to the Hwarang house took longer than it should have, maybe because I took my time thinking about the event that just unfolded. The talks with Mother were usually like this but I felt uneasy that I told her so much about my feelings. She was controlling and consumed by fear which makes the most dangerous of people. “I missed you!” The sweet voice I learned to love called out. I look up from the ground to see a small blur running towards me, instantaneously engulfing me into a bone crushing hug. “I know you were only gone for only a few hours but I missed you already…can we go to Okta together? A bunch of the Hwarang are going!” she grins up at me excitedly. I gaze into her large round eyes and I found myself smiling as well, “I will accompany you anywhere, but I think it’s better if we stay inside tonight if that’s alright with you.” Without further questioning she nods contently and pulls me along to the small pond located at the back of the Hwarang house. I lower myself and sat down on the rocky surface beside the water, “Come here,” I softly coo pulling her into my lap. She quietly snuggles herself into my hanbok and rests her cheek against my shoulder.

Normal POV

Being so cozy and warm I started to drift off, but the nagging feeling regarding how strangely Ji Dwi was acting tugged at the back of my mind. “You know if something is bothering you Ji Dwi, you can tell me. I’m here to listen.” He momentarily remains silent threading his slender fingers through my locks, it took a few seconds of silence before he collected his thoughts and found his words, “I’m alright…just promise me one thing, okay?” I lift my face away from his neck to clearly into his face, it was obvious that something was tugging at the back of his head as well, “That really depends on the promise. If I can’t keep it I won’t lie to you.” He chuckles at that, “What I ask of you is quite simple, I wish for you to stay on Hwarang property. If you leave I will personally accompany you. That’s all I ask.” His proposal was strange indeed. It wasn’t something he would usually say, especially since he clearly knows how capable I am of protecting myself. “I have to be accompanied by you? Not even Seok Hyeon?” I inquire causing Ji Dwi to immediately nod his head, “I know you are capable of protecting yourself but I need you to do this for me. Please.” I silently nod, wrapping my arms around his now relaxed form, “Thank you (Y/n).” He strokes my back in slow circles, relaxing me enough to doze off.

I lost count of time, only realizing that it’s evening when the sun started to set into the horizon. Pulling back from Ji Dwi I stretch popping multiple joints, and I groan contently at the shift of tight muscles in my back. “Sorry I fell asleep,” I groggily chuckle getting off his probably now numb lap. Ji Dwi softly smiles, “That’s alright. I don’t mind being your pillow if that means that you are well rested.” I scoff with a shy smile in response, “No matter how sweet that was it was also excruciatingly cheesy.” Holding out my hand Ji Dwi takes it and pulls himself up and I was definitely correct about his legs being numb. The next second I knew we were both tumbling into the pond screaming, although the screaming didn’t last long as loud hearty laughter took over almost instantly. “You should’ve seen your face!” I exclaim pinching his cheek between by thumb and index. A mischievous glint sparkled in his chocolate brown eyes, before I could warn him not to he scooped water into his hands and splashed my face with it. “Bleh! Don’t you guys clean your bloody laundry with this water?” I spat but it was fruitless as he ignored my complaint and legitimately showered me. “Oh you’re on!” I growl tackling him into the pond where he slips and ended up pulling me along with him. “I’m soaking wet thanks to you!” I frown, “I just took a shower a few hours ago too…” “Come then let’s go take one together,” he winks cheekily causing a loud gasp to leave my wide hanging jaw, “Aish! Ji Dwi ah you can’t just say those things!” I stutter evidently flustered by his dirty teasing. He chuckles softly, caressing my cheek with the pad of his thumb, “You are so innocent it’s adorable.” “What? No!” I shake my head vigorously, “It’s all your fault for thinking such impure thoughts!” Throwing the blame onto him I cover my flushed face with the now wet sleeves of my hanbok. “Well we are going to get married no? Won’t we do so eventually? I’m just suggesting a head start,” he smiles innocently and I shake my head with a tut, “Please say you are joking!” Ji Dwi chuckles and leans forward, planting a soft warm kiss onto my forehead, “I’m just teasing. You are so easily flustered it’s quite precious.” I shake my head stubbornly never once breaking the intensive eye contact from him, “I’m not easily flustered! I am a proper Princess who is aloof and wears a face of unchanging stone!” “That sounds like something you can read from a scroll in etiquette lessons given from your mother or nanny.” “Well…you’re not wrong,” I burst out laughing and it was music to my ears when he joined in.


After taking a shower, alone, I must add. I snuggle into my mattress with Ji Dwi closely beside me. “Are you really going to stay the night with me?” I ask hopefully which he nods in confirmation, “You mentioned this earlier on the day that you wanted to wake up every morning like this.” I nod contently holding him close to my body as did he to mine. “Can you tell me stories about yourself so I can fall asleep listening to your voice?” I ask closing eyes. His index finger drew circles into my shoulder blade while he pondered, “There’s nothing really interesting about me. How about I tell you about my favourite story that I heard growing up?” Without opening my eyes I nod and snuggled closer into his chest so that my ear was pressed against his chest, so close that I could hear his even breathes and the strong beat of his heart.  

There was once a boy who was born with powers. Powers that allowed him to do whatever he wanted and everyone had to listen to him. His mom didn’t want him because of that so she sent him very far away where his powers couldn’t touch her. Growing up he never knew love or where he belonged as he never had a home. One day he finally decided to embrace his powers and return home. When he went home he finally met the girl that showed him what love meant. Even though he kept his powers hidden he ended up getting many killed just by getting near them, so he’s terrified that he will hurt her one day. Despite the paranoia he opened his heart to her much against his mother’s wishes. He finally found happiness and he was terrified.


Throughout the story I could feel his heartbeat quicken and in all honesty it made me curious, “Was that by any chance a real story?” I quietly ask and he shook his head with a light chuckle, “Of course not. It’s just a story I heard growing up.” I nod thoughtfully and in relief, “That’s good…I don’t know what I would do if that was really happening to someone. That’s so sad.” “What would you do if it was true?” Humming in deep thought I tightened my hold on him, “I would hug him sooo tightly!” Ji Dwi hugs me just as tightly, “You have a good heart.” For all my life I always heard that from others but I never really understood what made me different from the rest, “No I’m only human…I don’t understand why people always tell me that. Doesn’t it make sense though? Why treat someone poorly based on circumstances that they were born with. They can’t help it!” Ji Dwi pats my head in a soothing manner attempting to calm me down, I don’t understand why my emotions were bursting left and right I was usually pretty good at holding it in. Maybe the talk with Han Sung earlier made me feel more defensive about the topic. “Having a good heart should be the norm but it isn’t. That is why you are praised (Y/n). We need more people like you in this world. Especially those who will be leaders,” he explains warmly caressing my (h/c) locks, his voice cracks, “I need people like you in this world.”

“I shall make a promise with you like I did with Han Sung, once I take my throne I will make it all right. I’m going to destroy the True Bone hierarchy, it’s only good for dividing people within a Kingdom and we don’t need that when true success is where everyone is equal,” taking a deep breath I continued, “Does that sound promising?” Ji Dwi never gave me a verbal response but the sealing of our lips meant much more than a ‘yes’. “How can you just break away from traditions so easily? Don’t you fear the results in doing so?” He questions showing his genuine concern but peaking interest to my proposal. “There is nothing more to fear than the injustice that is ruling our every action and thought. I will take the risk of being hated and threatened to make my Kingdom right.” Ji Dwi nods satisfied with my answer, “Very well, then I’ll be there with you every step of the way to make that happen.” “Then I cannot be anymore sure that everything will work out with you by my side!”

I wasn’t sure when I accidently drifted to sleep but when I opened my eyes it was already bright out. That was strange that I ended up sleeping until this late, the sun was already high up in the sky. What was even stranger was that Ji Dwi didn’t wake me up…and importantly Seyeo who never let me sleep past two hours after sun rise. Over sleeping I was groggy but I needed to get ready to help Han Sung with sword fighting, and hopefully be able to get a quick meal in before that. Throwing on a navy blue hanbok and some gold accented embellishments I quickly left my single room, no matter how much I didn’t want to admit it I wanted to dress better to impress Ji Dwi even though it was silly. He would never care about such materialistic factors but nonetheless it made me happy to wear nicer clothes once in a while. Running into the dinning hall I quickly grab a steamed bun before joining the last few minutes of the intensive sword training. My eyes caught Ji Dwi glancing over to me so I waved gleefully at him which he responded with a small smile and a nod. When they ended I quickly joined Han Sung to keep up with my promise. What I didn’t expect was his dramatic pouty face, and that he didn’t voice his problems immediately. “W-What’s wrong Han Sung?” I nervously ask dipping my head to get a better view of his face. He whines with scrunched up features, “You weren’t here to watch me at practice! I was so good!” I laugh whole heartedly in relief that he wasn’t upset over something serious, “I’m sorry Han Sung, I slept in. I’ll watch you tomorrow okay? I promise.” He raises a brow and holds out his pinky finger, “Promise?” “Promise.”

After practice Han Sung mentioned jerky and that’s when I realized that I haven’t seen Seyeo all morning. Which was very odd since he was usually always by my side unless I was with Ji Dwi. Slightly concerned was an understatement I searched the entire Hwarang house for my best friend to no luck. Even asking around no one had a clue to where he went. Sighing in defeat I returned back to my temporary room to collect my thoughts that were spewing with, very unlikely, but worse case scenarios regarding the mysterious disappearance of Seyeo.

Plopping down by the small table I noticed a small envelop on the usually empty surface. Cautiously I opened the envelop to reveal a folded note that held two sentences that immediately caused my blood to run ice cold. If you want him back in one piece go to the Inn. Fear not, every hour you make me wait I will send a piece of him back to you so you won’t be lonely. I couldn’t hear my surroundings as my quickening pulse drowned out any sound in my ears. Scrunching the note I threw it back onto the table along with all the accessories I wore. I was going in for a fight regardless of this person’s intentions, there would be no room for treaty after having the nerve to send me such a letter. Strapping on two swords at my hip I didn’t waste any time dashing out of the Hwarang house. There was a nagging at the back of my brain saying that I should’ve told someone, someone like Ji Dwi but I didn’t have time to dwell on it as I already weaved my way through half of the capital nearing the Inn. Out of breath I made it to the entrance, it was hard to calm down as anxiety took over. What a waited for me on the other side of the paper wall? I just prayed that Seyeo was in one piece and alive. Taking deep breaths I wrap my hand around the hilt of one of my swords and it instantly evened out my ragged breaths. With both swords in hand I slammed the door open with the hilt of my sword stepping in and I saw red, literally. A ceramic pot collided with my temple and blood quickly bled down into my vision. With my impaired I blindly waved my sword, allowing me to slash my assaulter’s arm. It was hard to process anything with a blurring vision but I could make out a bounded Seyeo on the ground. “Let him go,” I order pointing my sword at the man who stood behind him as he drew his sword and held it against Seyeo’s throat. “Drop your weapon or I’ll drop his head,” he hisses. I was reluctant to, of course, I was a fighter and I wasn’t one to be cornered helpless. But I instantly dropped my swords when Seyeo winced when the blade at his neck dug into his skin. Instantly I was shoved into the ground by the man I attacked earlier, successfully smacking my injured forehead into the ground. I held back my scream and took deep breaths, I had to collect myself, if I let fear consume me now I would be useless to Seyeo. With my cheek pressed against the ground I steal a glance at him and I was relieved that he wasn’t missing any body parts. Our eyes lock momentarily and he whispers, “You shouldn’t have came.” “And you shouldn’t have gotten kidnapped you idiot,” I spat back. We could’ve continued to bicker for another ten years but we both fell silent when the sliding door opened.

Biting my lip I raise my head and sat up straight, trying my best to ignore the plitter platter of blood droplets on the hardwood ground that continuously oozed out of my head. “Sorry I had to do that, I know it would be hard to keep you still if you didn’t suffer a serious injury,” a familiar voice coos. A soft hand lifted my chin and there was the Queen in all her glory. “What’s the meaning of this?” I ask evenly and she smiles her usual smile that never reaches her eyes. “My son wants to marry you and I can’t have that. He insists that he will follow you to the end of the world so the only way I could think of to solve this issue is to remove you, completely.” I scoff with a light chuckle, “That is absurd, I never met the man.” The Queen tilts my head side to side which really didn’t help with my pounding headache, “I really don’t see what he sees in you Princess…no Queen (Y/n).” I smack her hand away and instantly I felt cold steel against my neck, “And I demand you to let me and my servant go.” It was the Queens turn to laugh, “That’s where I have the upper hand. He’s not your servant, he’s like a brother to you,” she waves her hand and one of the men swung his sword towards Seyeo’s neck. I scream and grasp onto her hands, “No please! I’ll do anything. Just kill me he has nothing to do with this. Send him back home, he won’t tell anyone about this. He will say that I got sick and passed…just…don’t hurt him.” The sword never met with Seyeo’s neck and hot tears streamed down my face in relief, I could see him in my peripheral and he was shaking his head begging for me to just leave him. I close my eyes so I couldn’t see his tears, I never seen him cry before and I didn’t want to now. “I offer you my head, hang it up wherever you please. Just promise me that you won’t hurt him.” The Queen smiles, “Of course, I’m understanding. Just be good for me and I won’t hurt him. But I warn you, pull anything and his head will hit the floor faster than you can beg.” Gazing at her unwavering face I nod and sit up confidently, “I understand.” “However,” she starts, “Since you caused me so much trouble I won’t kill you so easily.” I silently stare into her eyes as she tugged at my hanbok causing the fabric to slide off my shoulders, “My son always listens to me, and it upsets me that he will ignore my orders for someone like you.” I grasp the fabric against my chest to keep it closed, trying to save the little dignity I had left. Seyeo pleads for the Queen to stop when she held a whip in her hand. “Please your Majesty, can he leave the room before we start?” Without an answer she flicks the whip, surprising me when the skin on my back split. I squeeze my eyes shut, biting my lip. Not allowing me to catch a breath she threw back her whip and slashed again. I grit my teeth, refusing to show weakness, refusing to cry or scream. By the sixth slash I felt light headed, by the tenth I started to shake but I still refused cower away. She stops for a moment, “Why aren’t you afraid?” Sitting up right once more I try to speak evenly, “I don’t fear death, the only fear I have is to see people like you rule.” I say lifting my head and turning slightly so that I could see her fuming face, I smirk at her, unwavering as she brought her whip down once more. Out of anger she grabs the discarded sword from the ground and brings it over her head. Spitting out the blood that collected in my throat I smirk up at her once more, “People who live in fear are the most dangerous. And you are the perfect example of that your Majesty. I feel sorry for Silla and it’s faceless King.”

She lowers the blade and I finally allowed fear to consume me, I closed my eyes.

Metal clacked against metal, the final blow never came.


Stares and glares - Jughead x Reader

Request: I was wondering if you could do one where jughead hangs out a lot with Betty and distances from the reader and the reader gets sad?

Warnings: Swears n fights, angst

Word count: 2162

A/N: I’m going to release the start of a NEW series soon after posting this, so feedback will be wanted!!!!

Jughead Jones had been your best friend for as long as you could remember, but only recently did you want more than a friendship with the raven haired boy. You would sit in a booth at Pop’s and unknowingly stare at him, remembering every little feature of his face, and then blush brighter than one of Betty’s pink tops when you realised, praying he hadn’t.

Until one day…

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Archie Andrews x Reader


Was this requested? No. Am I still going to write it? Yes, yes, I am.

“you moved away when we were in elementary school and moved back when we’re in high school and dear lord have the years been kind to you.”


Part One.

Ah, the horrible sound of your 5:30 AM alarm for a new school year. What could be worse right?

I hit the snooze button a total of four times before I pulled my sorry arse out of bed and did something with myself to make it look like I had put at least an ounce of effort into my physical appearance for the first day. I chucked on some high waisted skinny jeans, a striped crop top and an oversized black jacket and paired this with my black and white converse. I did my hair how I did it most days, and slapped on the minimal amount of make-up I could manage to do at such an ungodly hour.

I walked downstairs to be met with my overly-excited mother.

“Oh, Darling! A new school year, how exciting!” she practically yelled.

“Yes mum, another year of pure hell and torture” I grumbled.

“Oh, come on, lighten up! You’ll get to see all your friends! Now eat up, we have to leave soon.” She instructed. I sat down at the table and ate the pancakes she cooked for me. My mother must be a godsend at times like these.

I finished what was left on my plate and grabbed everything I needed for the first day, and then I was out the door and on my way to prison. Or school, as some like to call it.


I got out of my mum’s car and walked myself to an available bench near the front doors of the school. I sat peacefully for a few moments before I was met with my best friend, Betty Cooper. She was basically the definition of perfect! She got good grades, is the nicest person I’ve ever met, and not mention she’s gorgeous. Basically, everything I’m not.

“Hey, (Y/N)! How have you been? I haven’t seen you all summer!” she yelled.

“I’ve been good! How are you?”


We walked through the doors and headed to homeroom. I was greeted with my homeroom teacher, Ms Grundy. Our homeroom teachers were someone who also taught us for another subject, meaning Grundy would be my music teacher for the year. Great. Something about her just seemed off, but I couldn’t put my finger on it.

“Morning class, how was your summer?” she asked. I barely had time to even process her question when my head snapped towards the door of the classroom.

“Sorry I’m late! I missed the bus,” a tall, redheaded boy sheepishly spoke. I thought for a moment,

‘I know this kid from somewhere…’ I muttered to myself. And then it hit me, Archie Andrews! From back in elementary!

‘that’s weird… he moved. I wonder what brings him back here?’ I pondered.

My thoughts were interrupted by the loud ringing of the bell, signalling that we had to move to first period. I had music first. I heaved myself out of the chair and made my way through the busy halls. I wonder when I’ll be seeing Archie again?

Sk8er Girl Ch 3 (Trixya) - Squeaky Pink

Trixya!HS AU. Trixie is a nerdy, girly girl with bows and frills. Katya is a skater chick with scuffed knees and a flazeda attitude. When they’re assigned as lab partners, can they discover chemistry together?

Or: She was a sk8er girl. She said see you later girl. She wasn’t good enough for her (or was she?).

[AN: Pink Shrooms aka Squeaky Pink. We’re writing this together but alternating chapters and POVs. Pinky is mainly Trixie’s POV and Squeaky is mainly Katya’s POV. The first part of this chapter very heavy and /real/ but the ending is fluffy cuteness to make up for it!]

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11 reasons why Vorona is amazing

1. She has her own unique perception of the world 

“All I wanted was to test the limits of human strength. A question I couldn’t resolve just by reading books. Before I knew it, it had become my reason for living.” 

Vorona emerges as a unique female character with her perception of the world. Volume 5 delves into her past and her goal of life which gives her perception of the world. She is an information collector since a young age, and along with her abnormal impulse to test human strength and fragility, fighting and killing is just a form of information collection for her, one she has dedicated her life to.

2. She has relatable human weaknesses

“I am weak. Which means, everything I’ve done up till now, has been……”

Vorona is a shell of her former self for most of Volume 7. The cool freelance assassin image throughout Volume 5 and 6 is gone, and she’s revealed to be not flawless and definitely not perfect. After failing in her goal, she becomes depressed and doubtful despite her individuality and uniqueness as a human being, and finds it hard to look to the future - and has human weaknesses. She glares at Shizuo, but the anger is directed towards herself.

3. She has a strong will independent of other people

“Stronger……I want to become stronger. Stronger even than that man, harder than a diamond, and more grand than the tundra! If only I could destroy Heiwajima Shizuo……Surely…… Wouldn’t I be able to obtain unwavering perfection?” 

For someone who had their life goal destroyed right before their eyes, Vorona picks herself back up quickly. When an opportunity comes to her, she is adaptable and resourceful, using it as a chance to remember her life goal. She had just been defeated, lost Slon and saved by her father whom she cut ties with and her image took a beating for the worse. While she wallows in her feelings for some time, she recovers in less than a day and finds her resolve and objective back in defeating Shizuo.

4. She doesn’t acknowledge her strength and beauty 

“…… Negative. I am not beautiful, or smart, and I am certainly not stro-……” 

Intelligence, beauty, strength - Vorona doesn’t care for any of these. She doesn’t read books because she wants to be smart, she does it because she likes books and likes gathering information. She cares for neither the stereotypical feminine quality of beauty nor the stereotypical masculine quality of strength. Physical strength for her is a way for her to satisfy her abnormal impulse to test human strength and fragility. Beauty for her is non-existent in the scheme of things. She doesn’t care for her naturally attractive physical appearance in her goal.

5. She doesn’t let herself be defined by societal expectations of her gender

“…… When it came to death, I was to be first. I had firmly believed this…… In the motherland, as I was a woman, my more foolish enemies would let their guards down. As a result, Slon and I were able to survive.” 

While Vorona cares less for feminine qualities like beauty, she is aware that she is a woman. Yet she doesn’t let herself be defined by her gender. When Simon and Dennis didn’t want to teach her skills for killing because she was a young girl, she went to get experience on her own by fighting gangs and eventually defeating an enemy organization. When faced with her enemies underestimating her because of her gender, Vorona does not allow their perception to affect her. She’s opportunistic and takes advantage of the fact in order to survive in their harsh world. She even believes that if they were in danger of death, she should be the first to die, completely subverting the notion that women were to be protected. 

6. She accepts people’s actions even though it goes against her logic

“…… Why are these two even doing this? Denis and Samya… Setting up a shop in a place like this, I can’t help but think there’s something wrong with them. No, I won’t pry into it.” 

Despite being a logical-minded individual, Vorona doesn’t pry into Simon’s and Dennis’s business even though their actions contradict with her logic. To her Dennis could have made a killing under Lingerin and she doesn’t understand why he and Simon chose to live in the peaceful country to the extent of spending all their savings in their new business. Yet Vorona who has only known a life of fighting and killing alongisde Dennis and Simon has enough respect for them who didn’t pry into her business, to return the favor and accept their choice.

7. She makes bookworms look cool

“Half work, half hobby. Satisfying my own desire. Obtaining monetary reward on top of that. No problem exists. The world today is still permanently beautiful.” 

Vorona is unlike the stereotypical bookworm girl. Even though she loves reading and can answer people’s questions she’s not portrayed as the stereotypical bespectacled nerdy bookworm girl. She shows that spending time with books gives you knowledge. While she is a twisted character with her notions of knowledge, she can satisfy her own desire, is an experienced fighter, took a job as a freelance assassin to confirm her knowledge - and brings a cool factor into the notion of bookworm.

8. She learns to care for people and shows it 

“Shizuo-senpai - is human. The need to become a beast - is nil.”

For someone isolated since young and grew up fighting and killing for a goal only she could understand, Vorona has a kind heart. Although it was more of her physical weakness that caused her frustration at Slon being taken away, she is still genuinely glad to see that he is alive. Even though Shizuo had become her objective and killing him became her goal for living, when she had spent peaceful days with him, she found herself missing them. She chose her way of life over the peaceful life with him but saved him from the crane even though she knew firsthand his durability. And for the first time, she wanted to kill someone, Izaya, not for herself but for someone she cared about; Shizuo. 

9. She acknowledges her way of life

“I don’t have the right to live a peaceful life in a peaceful country.”

Vorona doesn’t try to be someone she’s not. She knows she’s a bad person, and doesn’t give herself excuses for her actions. She runs away because she doesn’t want to face Shizuo and feels lonely because he is not in her old memories, but she ultimately acknowledges and accepts the twisted human being she is. The culmination of her character development occurs in the scene where she tries to kill Izaya so Shizuo would not become a monster, saying she has been from the start a beast that enjoyed killing. She recognized that Shizuo is not a monster from their peaceful days. In returning to her identity and abnormal impulse, she protected Shizuo’s peaceful life at the same time.

10. She doesn’t have a love interest

“Ikebukuro, I like. Half disappointment, half jealousy. A shred of hope. That, is precisely love… I decided on loving Ikebukuro. I affirm.”

Durarara is a story of twisted love, and Vorona is the only female character, woman in Durarara who doesn’t/didn’t have/had a love interest. Anri has Mikado, Celty has Shinra, Mika has Seiji, Saki has Masaomi, Akane is still a kid, Sayaka had her husband, Mikage liked Izaya in high school, Haruna loves Nasujima, Non likes Chikage, Mairu and Kururi like Kasuka and each other, Namie loves Seiji, Ruri loves Kasuka, Earthworm likes Lizard (Nakura), Erika may have Yumasaki, Manami could have had a failed relationship, Kujiragi loves Shinra. 

In contrast, Vorona’s story is not about romantic love. She cannot love anyone because she doesn’t even love herself. She doesn’t understand love, familial or romantic. She reflected that she couldn’t determine whether love was a necessity for her life because she never felt the feeling of love, but acquired peace with Shizuo instead of love. Her story is about a female character finding her identity and struggling between it and the peaceful life she could have with her first friend outside her job, who gave her ‘a strong connection to the world’ - the fulfillment from the situation of being alive itself. 

Her motivation is herself, her desire to test human strength and fragility, including that of herself. Her source of conflict is also herself, who had experienced a peaceful life for the first time. Her story is purely about herself, which is rare for a female character. She goes against the trope that a woman has to have a love story or love interest. In a story of twisted love, she holds twisted love not for a man but for the city of Ikebukuro itself.

11. She’s a unique individual

No quotes needed. She just is.

She’s the girl who always looks like she’s in a movie, the way she dances around the city, the way her hair flips as she turns back around to see if I’ve caught up, the way she twirls around because the air is so fresh on the mountain top, the way you see her nose so red she could be Rudolph from the frost because she leans in so close to the camera grinning, her cute little laugh on the cold Seattle nights we spend cuddled up on the couch watching movies, the way she dances it out with her best friend is just so refreshing that you really do want to get it on tape, but she actually is the girl you want to chase around the world with a camera because she is the definition of the not so perfect girl who you want to show the world to. Maybe everyone is secretly filming her and she’ll never know that she’s destined for the screen.
—  @frenchiiebean </3 AnaCarina
EXO Scenario - I Love You ~ Byun Baekhyun

Hey thanks for the request and I hope you like it! <3


There she was. Standing there with her group of friends, laughing at whatever that was said, her smile so cute. She was just the definition of beauty, in my eyes, she’s perfect head-to-toe, and her personality, just WOW. How can someone so perfect be my best friend? Though, it kills to think that she’s JUST my best friend. Y/N has always been the only girl I have ever truly loved, and she doesn’t dare to find out that I love her more than a best friend, she’ll probably most likely hate me for like, forever.

Not even Chanyeol knows how much she means to me, I don’t mention my feelings in case of being thrown into a pit full embarrassment, not just for him, but also the rest of the boys. At any time, she could just look at me and I would just fall even more in love with that girl than before, it was possible.

“Baekhyun pabo!” She shouted, running past me, with a huge smirk on her face as she belted it straight out of the gates. Grabbing my stuff and saying my goodbyes to the others, I chased after her. It was all quiet, as I crept up behind her and threw my arm around her, “You’re such a bitch you know that?” I laughed at her sudden scared reaction to it, slapped me on the chest playfully before harshly moving my arm from around her, before she gave me such a dirty look, “Yes, yes I am,” Slowly, she broke into a fit of laughter, I knew that it’ll get her sooner enough, “You’re still coming out tonight right?” she asked, as I shook my head, and tried to keep a straight ass face to see how she’d react, but as my bitchy-sassy but funny best friend, she won’t take the ‘no’ as an answer, “Tough, I know you’re joking Byun Baekhyun, you’re coming out tonight got it?”. After dropping her off at hers, I made my own way home, and once again, only she, only my best friend would be stuck in my head.

My bag landed with a thump on the floor next to my door, before I slammed it shut with my foot. I stood at the foot of my bed for turning around and falling backward lazily on it.

I looked up at the ceiling, and the next minute, my phone vibrates in my pocket, waking me up from what seemed to be a faint sleep, “H-Hello?” I answered huskily, not looking at the contact as I was still half asleep, “Come on Baek, stop sleeping and come meet me outside your house.” The sudden realization of who t was struck me as I tumbled out of bed and rushed down the stairs, leaving a quick goodbye to my mother before bolting it out the door, and getting tripped up only by my best friend at the end of the drive. “Hey!” playfully I shouted as I managed to get back my balance.

As usual, we started to make our way to our hang out right at the back of the public park. Our hang out was a small hut, all done out to look like a miniature house, two huge soft cushion seats, a coffee table and fairy lights. On the way up, Y/N ran over to the closest fast food place and came back with a pizza for us to share, she’s a keeper.

I slowly followed behind her as she sped walked up to the hut, All that was going through my mind was how to tell her about how I really feel, I can’t keep it in any longer, and if I do, I’d implode. If I don’t do it now, I wouldn’t ever do it. But my worst nightmare is ruining us as best friends completely, it’ll tear me apart more than rejection could ever do and that’s saying something.

Her voice became louder and clearer as she called my name, telling me to hurry my ass up or she’ll eat the pizza to herself. Bitch no! I laughed as I ran up, going in and a smile spread across my face seeing that she’s already set everything up, but not only that, it’s just me and her.

Just before her, my legs gave in as I crashed onto the cushion seat and started to dig in to the pizza, it wasn’t completely silent but it wasn’t the loudest atmosphere ever, it was just right. A few laughs here and there as we made faces at each other and pretending to take each other’s slices. 

Suddenly we just fell completely silent and still. I looked her deep into her beautiful eyes that looked right back at me, must of been embarrassing for her to have a bit of pizza sauce on the corner of her mouth as gently I rubbed my thumb over it to get rid of it, before cupping her face and slowly inching closer for a kiss. The feeling of her small twitch of shock made me back away, regretting it instantly, “I’m… so sorry.” I apologised, breaking the eye contact instantly and getting up ready to walk off, thought I had messed everything up. “Baek wait!” Y/N called as I spun on my heals to face her again but still my eyes were on the ground. Then, two arms snaked through my arms and around my torso, and her head was right under my eyes, hugging me tightly as my arms hesitantly wrapped around her, pulling her closer.

Moments went passed, nothing was said until I broke the silence, “Y/N, I love you, always have, always will. Take this anyway you want but I guess yo-”. Before I could finish my sentence, her lips found mine, my eyes shut instantly as I held her close, taking in this moment as I kissed her back. “You pabo, I know you do, I love you too.” She spoke sweetly as my small smile turned into a grin, I have finally got the girl I love the most.


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R o s e: 

- she would be the proudest girlfriend
- literally anything you do, she will cheer you on
- making breakfast, cheerleader rosie
- waking up in the morning, cheerleader rosie returns
- she would also be really chill at the same time
- tries to act cool and fierce
- like how she is onstage
- but one look at you and
- she starts giggling and fails
- ‘babyyyyy you’re so cute!’
- you both start to fangirl about each others cuteness
- endless snapchats
- sends at least 1 everyday
- endless compliments
- dressed up
- or not, you’ll get praise
- speaking about praise
- it’s one of her kinks
- she prefers to praise you, kissing all over your body
- sweet and loving kisses
- she’s not rough or very controlling
- more of a sub
- loud af in the bedroom
- if shes not moaning she’s rambling
- rosie would be such a proud and caring girlfriend
- always putting your needs first
- always putting you first
- she would overall be the definition of a perfect girlfriend and is an actual cute squishy

miyakokurono  asked:

Hey, are the requests still open? If so could I get a request plz. Where MC and Echo girl get into a fight (physical or not u choose) because Echo was making fun if Zen and calling him weak/pathetic and also messed up 10x on a scene they changed just so echo would get it right(Zen was doing great) and MC has had enough. So how would Zen stop the fight/clam MC down and how would he react to it? (This is when MC is Zen's manager) Also I love your blog. 💞

damnnnn I have never liked Echo Girl but seeing this makes me hate her even more xD
enjoy this one-shot of a totally badass MC
and thank you so much ^^

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Zen was offered to be the lead male role in the musical ‘Men Over Flowers’. He was so excited to finally get into a highly anticipated musical until it was announced that Echo Girl was the lead female actress. MC told him that it was okay if he wanted to back out and the management would understand, but Zen didn’t want to give up his role. He had been waiting far too long for this opportunity to simply not take it. MC did warn him that things might get too complicated but Zen said it would be fine. He assured MC he won’t let Echo Girl in his way.

Being Zen’s manager, that was all MC had to take note of - not let Echo Girl disrupt Zen’s career again. But as Zen’s wife, there were tons of things MC had to worry about. She knew Echo Girl was far from done with her revenge and MC had a very strong feeling Echo Girl had something up her sleeve.

For the first script-reading session, the production company had wanted both Zen and Echo Girl to come down to the studio to rehearse the first scene together. When MC got the news, she was reluctant to let Zen go but that was selfish of her. She told Zen that she wouldn’t get angry or overreact but she couldn’t make any promises.

As soon as they arrived at the studio, MC already regretted it. Seeing Echo Girl’s face early in the morning made her feel sick. Echo Girl didn’t change at all. Her face was still bitchy and her voice was still as annoying. Okay, MC, be professional. MC gave her nicest smile she could manage and greeted Echo Girl but all she got was her greasy hair in MC’s face. If Zen hadn’t pulled her back, she would’ve definitely said a snarky remark.

While Zen was practicing his own lines, MC watched the stage area from the audience seats. She was positive Zen would definitely nail his lines flawlessly because he was the perfect fit for the role. She couldn’t wait to watch his stage but unfortunately she had to watch Echo Girl say her lines as well. The session begun and straight away, Echo Girl was causing trouble. The first time she messed up, she blamed the bright stage lights which distracted her. Then, she messed up again, criticising the writer instead. Her list of excuses kept going on and on and the producers finally decide to change her lines to suit her better. This meant that some of Zen’s lines had to be cut and adjusted as well. MC was definitely not happy about it because Zen was doing absolutely wonderful. MC’s patience was running out very quickly but she still kept her calm for Zen’s sake.

But all hell broke loose when Echo Girl messed up big time on one of her easy lines and blamed Zen. She called Zen ‘pathetic’ for ruining the ‘perfect’ scene. She was being too unreasonable when she scolded Zen to take out her anger, just because she got mad for not being able to deliver her lines properly. MC, being unable to watch any longer, went straight up on the stage to confront her. MC wasn’t having any more bullshit but Echo Girl didn’t want to back down either.

Zen was just surprised at the whole situation. MC and Echo Girl were arguing back and forth and Zen had no idea what to do. Until, Echo Girl started being more physical. Not only did she push MC, she slapped her face hard. Zen stepped in immediately to stop the nonsense. Zen had never expected Echo Girl to be this crazy after pulling the scandal stunt not too long ago. There were no words that could describe how angry Zen felt. Echo Girl was not getting her way of things nor was she going to get away. 

“You can disrupt the whole practice and I wouldn’t even care. But you dare hurt my wife. You better apologise or I’ll tear down your entire career and make sure you never step foot in the entertainment industry ever.”

If that didn’t give Echo Girl the chills, it definitely did for MC. No one had ever heard Zen’s threatening voice before. And thankfully, Echo Girl got the message and mumbled an apology before running off in tears. Zen turned back to MC and helped her up.

“I’m sorry you got hurt because of me. I promise she’ll never be near you anymore.”

MC couldn’t help but hug him. As long as Zen never had to work with Echo Girl again, it’s fine by MC. Although getting slapped by Echo Girl hurt a lot, it was worth it.