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Exceptions
Genre: smut, pwp if you squint, sub Soyeon, dom Reader
Pairing: Soyeon/Female Reader, side of Yuqi/Reader
Warnings: 18+ (please do not read this if under 18), mommy kink, use of a strap on, voyeurism (consensual), exhibitionism, cunnilingus, mentions of blowjobs, nipple piercings
Synopsis: You’ve wanted Soyeon from the moment you saw her. But after seeing her hook up with guy after useless guy, you’d given up on ever getting to have Soyeon yourself. That is, until she asks to watch you with another lady.
Note: I guess I’m doing female Kpop idol imagines now? Idk lol just got weird inspiration for this one and wrote it out as quickly as I could. I may do more of these. I probably won’t take requests at this time, but do let me know if there’s an idol you’d like me to do.
You had Soyeon right where you wanted her. On her back, her schoolgirl skirt falling between her open thighs and her shirt pushed up to reveal her tits. They were pierced with perfect little silver balls on each side. You let your tongue run over one, eliciting an appreciative mewl.
Ever since you met her, you knew you wanted her. You first met Soyeon has a friend of a friend when you all went out to the club together.
You watched as she shook her ass for a guy way below her league. The next morning you had to hear about how he took her into the bathroom and stuffed her throat with his cock and came all over her face. It only made you think about riding her face and leaving her a mess afterward.
There was no indication that Soyeon was interested in you—or girls even—until about a month later at another trip to the club. You’d finally given up on Soyeon ever having any sapphic realizations and decided to find a girl for the night.
Within an hour you spotted a cute girl with a bob hair cut and hearts painted under her eyes. You started dancing and only learned her name was Yuqi after your hands had wandered to her ass.
Soon, the two of you were on one of the couches in the back. Yuqi straddled one of your thighs as you made out, and you could feel her clothes cunt clenching when you stuck your hand up her shirt.
As Yuqi kissed your neck, you caught a pair of eyes watching you. Soyeon sat at a table a few feet away, a drink in her hand. She didn’t have disdain or disgust in her eyes, but rather something you recognized as curiosity. It must have been what led her to walk over to you.
“Yuqi,” you said, getting the girl to pause. “Let’s take this to a hotel.” Yuqi nodded and was able to climb off you when she noticed Soyeon.
“Hey Soyeon,” you said. “What can I help you with?” You looked over at Yuqi who looked slightly annoyed by the interruption and the hold up.
“C-Can I watch?”
“You want to watch me fuck her?” The light thump of music filled the silence. After a few beats, you looked down at Yuqi. “I don’t care. Do you?”
Yuqi shook her head.
***
You weren’t sure if it was because you wanted to put on a show for Soyeon or because Yuqi was the type of sub that demanded it, but you ended up tying her to the bed. Like you had imagined doing to Soyeon all those weeks ago, you rode Yuqi’s face until you came.
You hummed and pulled off, smoothing down her hair and admiring the painted hearts that had since smeared.
“Mm, such a good girl for mommy aren’t we?” You hand dove down to where her panties were already drenched. She squirmed and let out little whines, begging you to take her further.
It was when you got out the strap on that Soyeon’s eyes went wide. While her interest has been waning after you came, the appearance of such a toy suddenly cause her to perk up.
Yuqi, too, seemed anxious. As you strapped on the dildo and lined yourself up, you watched Yuqi fall apart beneath you.
You looked up and saw the front of Soyeon’s jeans open, her hand forced down the fabric of her panties which you could just barely make out the color of: red.
You went harder.
***
“How did you first find out you liked girls?” Soyeon asked about an hour later after Yuqi cleaned herself up and left.
“I don’t know. I never really had to. From day one I sort of just found myself more into girls. Then I made out with a girl at summer camp once and it sorta just solidified it.” You took a sip of the beer the two of you sipped. “Why? You thinking you might be into girls?”
Soyeon shifted. “I mean, I definitely like guys, but—“ She glances back towards the bed. “That was one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen.”
You chuckled and finished off your drink, satisfied for the night. “Well, if you’re ever interested—“ You stand up to get ready to leave and look back, pointing at the bed. “I can always do that you, you know?”
***
Soyeon was on a mission that night. At first, you thought nothing of the way she bumped against you while dancing, her curves seemingly accidentally sliding against your own.
You had noticed the lacy black crop top that offered little more coverage than a bra, paired with a school girl style skirt that just barely covered the curve of her ass. Paired with boots, an industrial looking belt, and her flowing dyed blonde hair, she looked sexy as hell.
Through the top you could see the ball ends of her nipple piercings which wetted your panties with just a look. If she was your girlfriend, you’d take her into the nearest dark corner and punish her for that.
After a while, Soyeon lost herself in the music and didn’t notice the way her skirt came up when she danced sometimes. Allowing you a brief look at her almost bare ass, save for the small red strip of fabric of her thing.
You had to dive into the bathroom and rub one out after that. Trying to be quick and quiet, you froze as you heard someone enter the bathroom.
“Y/N? You in here?” Soyeon’s voice asked.
You almost didn’t say anything, but found yourself answering her anyway. You were working on getting yourself cleaned up, disappointed that you didn’t get to your release.
“Will you let me in?”
You don’t know what possesses you to let her in before you’ve fully pulled up your jeans, but when she sees you, she smirks.
“Looks like you’ve got yourself into trouble,” she said, chuckling. It almost enraged you the way she took over the conversation, but it also made you quiver with the need for your release even more.
“Yeah, with no thanks to you.”
Soyeon gets on her knees then, her hands coming to your hips and the the top of your jeans. She goes to pull them down, but you stop her.
“You’re drunk.”
“Mm, no,” she said. “Perfectly sober. I just know what I want now.”
“And, what do you want?”
“To do what I do best.” This caused you to raise an eyebrow as she looked up at you. “Give oral in dirty club bathrooms.”
She pulled down your jeans so they rested around your knees and slowly went for your panties. With little hesitation, she brought her lips to your clit and sucked on it.
For never having gone down on a pussy before, Soyeon was a natural. It took a bit longer than usual, but you found yourself coming against her lips with your hand in your hair.
“Fuck,” you said. “We’re leaving. Now.”
***
You’d waited what felt like years for this. Seeing Soyeon as she was now, all spread out just for you.
Unlike most hookups, you actually brought her back to your place. You weren’t one to develop feelings so quickly, but something about Soyeon made you want to keep this moment as private as possible.
“Mm, you’ve been so bad today, baby girl. Finally deciding on what you want and thinking you can just take it.”
Your hands roamed across her body. Her shirt—once pushed against her neck—now laid on the other side of the bed. The belt too was thrown somewhere.
Reaching up her skirt, you wrap a finger through the waistband of her panties. You feel her tense as you slowly begin to ease them down her thighs. You stop just before they lose contact with her core, peeling them ever so slowly from her soaked pussy.
“Mm, you get this wet for that guy you went down on?”
She shook her head and you had her panties down to her knees now. “Use your words, baby girl.”
“No,” she said. “I don’t think I’ve ever been this wet.”
You bring her thong down to her ankles and promptly toss them aside. She started to sit up to unzip her skirt, but you placed a hand in the center of her waist.
“Keep it on,” you said, reaching down fo breach the hem of the skirt and touch her wet cunt. You start her off with two fingers, curling them and keeping a steady pace.
Occasionally, you allowed you tongue to graze over her nipple or her clit. Always earning you appreciative moans that you wish you could play back later.
Soyeon cums soon after you add a third finger. You make a show of pulling out your hand, slick with cum and sweat. You put two fingers in your mouth and lick them dry, letting Soyeon watch as you reveled in her orgasm.
Discarding your own clothes, you go to the closet to retrieve your strap on. You knew it was what she wanted since the moment you saw her wide eyes when you used it on Yuqi.
“This what you wanted, baby girl?”
Soyeon nodded almost frantically and sits up on her knees in anticipation. “Yes.”
You hum in disapproval as you step into the straps and bring them up to your hips. Fastening it, you eye her.
“Yes, what?”
Soyeon blushes. Though, you could tell she loved it by the way a spark seemed to go through her body at your reprimands.
“Yes, Mommy.”
You give an approving sigh as you approach the bed. If this were one of your normal hook ups, this is where you would press her back on the bed, either face down or face up, and rail her until she came.
With Soyeon, you wanted to prove to her that this could be just as good, if not better than anything she’d ever done with a man.
“How do you like it? Missionary? Doggy?”
Soyeon’s gaze flit from you to the bed and back to the dildo strapped to your hips. She seems to understand the control she has in the moment and points to the couch along the wall.
“I wanna ride you.”
You comply and sit down, positioning the dildo just right so that she could sink down on it. You imagined how many others had this view before you and how there was no way they fully appreciated it.
Soyeon kisses you as she straddles your thighs first before eventually aligning herself with the dildo. You watch as she sinks down and begins to bounce.
You’re absolutely enraptured by the way her tits bounce perfectly to the rhythm she’s established. Her hair falls just in front of them, the edges collecting the sweat that forms along her face.
She’s gorgeous and you’re the luckiest woman in the world.
You don’t make her do all the work. After she set the pace, you thrust up into her and reach down to massage her clit. This seems to be just what she needed as she lets out a moan and her head falls back.
“Come on, baby girl. You’re so close. Cum for Mommy.”
With just a few more deep thrusts, Soyeon’s over the edge again. Her body shakes and rattles and she reaches out to hold you as she comes down.
You don’t normally find yourself the cuddling type after sex. Normally, you help your lady clean up, make sure she has a safe way home, and see her out. But, like how Soyeon is an exception to almost every rule, you find her wrapped around you in the afterglow.
“I didn’t you off for a second time though.” She pouts and is reaching for your pussy under the covers.
You chuckle and grab her hand, bringing it up to your lips where you leave a sweet kiss.
“It’s all right, baby girl. I didn’t want to move to fast for you. I know you probably have some things to learn.”
Soyeon chuckles and wraps her arms around your waist, her chin coming to rest in the crook of your collarbone.
“I’m a good student though. I’m sure I’ll pick it up quickly.”
“Yes,” you said. “I’m sure.”
Open For Female Idol Smut Requests - Reactions/Drabbles
I’m working on a larger smut piece with a female idol, but would love to do some shorter pieces in the interim for practice and inspiration. A few rules/disclaimers:
1). I am a busy adult. Your request may take some time.
2). I reserve the right to deny any request for any reason.
3). Only 18+ idols.
4). Male idols can be involved.
5). Reactions/drabbles only.
6). These are written for adults only.
Please feel free to ask any questions (privately or as a comment) and you can request through ask or DM.
⍉ 𝒞𝓇𝒾𝓂𝑒 𝒫𝒶𝓈𝓈𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁 ⍉
Pop!
❤️ Capítulo: POP!
❤️ Minnie x Leitor!Homem
❤️ Palavras: 849
❤️ Avisos: Xingamentos, assassinato, morte, raiva.
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Não, nossa relação não era ruim, ou péssima. Na verdade acho que éramos casal mais saudável da nossa rua, ou até do nosso bairro.
Mas a questão é: como seres humanos, indivíduos...todos nós temos nossos defeitos. Eu mesma admito que tenho algumas falhas, como quando leio uma revista e deixo algumas orelhas em páginas aleatórias, ou até não lavar meus pratos assim que termino minhas refeições. Mas claro, são defeitos relevantes.
Bernie David era um amor de marido em um painel geral, mas ele tinha esse defeito... Bernie amava estourar bolhas de chiclete. Não importa o momento, e muito menos o quanto você peça, ele sempre irá te olhar e estourar uma bolha.
Eu geralmente deixo passar, com um comentário ácido e humorado ao mesmo tempo, mas então, eu não pude mais ignorar...
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O trabalho aprecia me consumir cada dia mais. Os papéis não paravam de chegar aos montes, os homens viviam gritando comigo por motivos fúteis, "Você não colocou a vírgula corretamente!", minha vontade foi de jogar aqueles papéis na cara do meu chefe e mandar enfiar no cu, pois o erro foi cometido por Tony, e não eu. E quando não me censuravam, me olhavam estranhamente ou tentavam me provocar, duvidando de minha posição. Eu estava a um ponto de estourar.
Mas é finalmente sexta-feira, e em tese, poderia descansar o fim de semana inteiro, se não fosse por uma outra pilha de documentos que devem ser corrigidos. Mas tudo bem, eu sei que consigo. Tudo o que preciso, é de paz e silêncio.
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Assim que chego em casa, encontro meu marido na sala, assistindo algum jogo qualquer que não me interessa. Tiro meus sapatos e deixo minhas chaves e bolsas no local correto.
"Vou tomar banho" Informo Bernie, o olhando de soslaio, mas o homem está aparente em um bom dia, já que vira de sua cadeira em minha direção, limpa suas mãos nas calças e abre seus braços com um sorriso no rosto.
"Que isso meu amor, vem aqui e comprimente seu marido que tanto ama!"
Rolo meus olhos, mas sigo em sua direção, afinal, sei que meu dia péssimo não é sua culpa, e ele sempre teve esse perfume de roupa limpa e sabonetes que me lembravam casa, e me confortavam. Quando nos desvencilhamos e subo para em direção ao banheiro, escuto sua bolha de chiclete estourar em seus lábios.
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Banho tomado, papeis na mesa, decido fazer um lanche para meu jantar, já que não quero muitas dificuldades e Beom está muito satisfeito com seus amendoins, cervejas e é claro, seus chicletes.
Conforme vou focando na revisão dos papéis, percebo erros e mais erros cometidos por aqueles canalhas, e deixo meu 'jantar' de lado. Ainda não acredito que passei a semana inteira sendo inferiorizanda por homens medíocres que sem acham incrivelmente melhores que eu, por que alguém lhes disse isso. Qual é, uma criança de cinco anos sabe escrever inconsequente. Bom, talvez não, mas nesse caso acredito fielmente que sim.
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Homens idiotas, burros, paus no cu. Quem foi o sem noção que os fez acreditar que são realmente melhores que nós mulheres por que têm um pau? Veja bem, nos sangramos todos os meses e continuamos vivas. Isso é impressionante!
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"Bernie querido, pode por favor parar com as bolhas? Estou tentando trabalhar aqui!" Uso minha voz mais calma e doce ao gritar, a última coisa que quero, é que ele me provoque infantilmente.
"Minnie querida, pode por favor, parar de gritar? Estou tentando estourar bolhas aqui!"
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É claro que ele ia me responder assim, maturidade nunca foi seu forte. Mas deixo passar dessa vez.
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E dessa também.
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Ele só pode estar fazendo propositalmente... "Bernie é sério!" Tento soar mais séria, preciso de paz, preciso terminar isso hoje e ficar livre de todos, pelo menos nos meus fins de semana.
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Não consigo mais pensar, não consigo mais focar, e deixo que a raiva e frustração deixem minha visão vermelha e eu não tenha o completo controle sobre meus próximos atos.
Vou até a sala, com passos decididos, pesados, raivosos, e passo por Bernie e seu sorriso brincalhão e comentário ridículo.
"Você não gosta tanto de estourar? Vamos ver o que acha dessa estourada?"
Nossa espingarda de caça está em minhas mãos, e apontando em sua direção na cadeira, quando ele se vira. Toda a raiva e impotência que sentia antes, se dissipou e então explodiu. Assim como o sangue do crânio de Bernie com o tiro certeiro em sua cabeça.
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[Transcrição da Apreensão da Ré]
Tudo bem vamos começar. Me diga por favor, seu Nome.
É Nicha Yontararak, mas prefiro que me chamem de Minnie.
Sua idade?
24 anos
Por que a senhora foi presa?
Por que matei o idiota do meu marido com provavelmente o tiro mais certeiro que já viu.
E qual a motivação da senhora?
A porra da bolha de chiclete!
E como a senhora de declara?
Culpada. Mas eu avisei a ele! Eu pedi pra ele... Mas não... Ele sabia o que caralhos estava fazendo!
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Pop!
❤️ Chapter: POP!
❤️ Minnie x Leitor!Homem
❤️ Words: 849
❤️ Warnings: Cursing, murder, death, angry, blood.
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No, our relationship wasn't bad, or terrible. In fact, I think we were the healthiest couple on our street, or even in our neighborhood.
But the point is: as human beings, individuals… we all have our faults. I myself admit that I have some flaws, like when I read a magazine and leave a few ears on random pages, or even not wash my dishes after I finish my meals. But of course, these are major flaws.
Bernie David was a husband's sweetheart on a general panel, but he had this flaw… Bernie loved popping bubblegum bubbles. No matter the moment, let alone how much you ask, he will always look at you and burst a bubble.
I usually let it go, with a sour and humorous comment at the same time, but then, I couldn't ignore it anymore…
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Work keeps consuming me more each day. The papers kept arriving in droves, the men were always yelling at me for futile reasons, "You didn't put the comma correctly!", I wanted to throw those papers in my boss's face and have them shoved up his ass because they mistake was committed by Tony, not me. And when they didn't blame me, they looked at me strangely or tried to provoke me, doubting my position. I was on the verge of bursting.
But it's finally Friday, and in theory, I could rest the entire weekend if it weren't for another pile of documents that must be corrected. But it's ok, I know I can. All I need is peace and silence.
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As soon as I get home, I find my husband in the living room, watching some game that doesn't interest me. I take off my shoes and leave my keys and bags in the right place.
"I'm going to take a shower" I inform Bernie, glancing at him sideways, but the man is apparently having a good day as he turns from his chair towards me, wipes his hands on his pants, and opens his arms with a smile on his face.
"What? No, my love, come here and say hello to your husband that you loves you so much!"
I roll my eyes, but head towards him, after all, I know my bad day isn't his fault, and he always had this scent of clean clothes and soaps that reminded me of home and comforted me. As we break free and I head upstairs to the bathroom, I hear her bubble gum pop on his lips.
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Showered, papers on the table, I decide to have a snack for my dinner, as I don't want too many difficulties and Bernie is very satisfied with his peanuts, beers and of course, his gum.
As I focus on reviewing the papers, I notice mistakes and more mistakes made by those scoundrels, and I put my 'dinner' aside. I still can't believe I've spent the entire week being made fun of by mediocre men who think they're incredibly better than me because someone told them that. Come on, a five-year-old knows how to write inconsequential. Well, maybe not, but in this case, I truly believe so.
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Idiot men, donkeys, dicks in the ass. Who was the clueless one that made them believe they're actually better than us women because they have a dick? You see, we bleed every month and we are still alive. That's impressive!
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"Bernie dear, can you please stop the bubbles? I'm trying to work here!" I use my calmest, sweetest voice when yelling, the last thing I want is for him to tease me childishly.
"Minnie honey, can you please stop screaming? I'm trying to pop bubbles in here!"
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Of course, he was going to answer me like that, maturity was never his strong point. But I let it go this time.
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And this one too.
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He can only be doing it on purpose… "Bernie it's serious!" I try to sound more serious, I need peace, I need to finish this today and be free of everyone, at least on my weekends.
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I can't think anymore, I can't focus anymore, and I let the anger and frustration turn my vision red and I don't have complete control over my next actions.
I walk into the living room, with purposeful, heavy, angry steps, past Bernie and his playful smile and ridiculous comment.
"You don't like to pop so much? Let's see what you think of this poping?"
Our hunting rifle is in my hands, and pointing toward him in the chair, as he turns around. All the anger and helplessness he'd felt before dissipated and then he exploded. So was the blood on Bernie's skull from the well-aimed shot to his head.
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[Transcription of Defendant's Apprehension]
Alright, let's get started. Please tell me your name.
It's Nicha Yontararak, but I prefer to be called Minnie.
Your age?
24 years
Why were you arrested?
Because I killed my idiot husband with probably the most accurate shot he's ever seen.
And what is your motivation?
The fucking bubble gum!
And how do you declare yourself?
Guilty. But damn it! I warned him! I asked him… But no… He knew what the fuck he was doing!
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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.
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"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 ⍉
Pop!
❤️ Capítulo: POP!
❤️ Minnie x Leitor!Homem
❤️ Palavras: 849
❤️ Avisos: Xingamentos, assassinato, morte, raiva.
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Não, nossa relação não era ruim, ou péssima. Na verdade acho que éramos casal mais saudável da nossa rua, ou até do nosso bairro.
Mas a questão é: como seres humanos, indivíduos...todos nós temos nossos defeitos. Eu mesma admito que tenho algumas falhas, como quando leio uma revista e deixo algumas orelhas em páginas aleatórias, ou até não lavar meus pratos assim que termino minhas refeições. Mas claro, são defeitos relevantes.
Bernie David era um amor de marido em um painel geral, mas ele tinha esse defeito... Bernie amava estourar bolhas de chiclete. Não importa o momento, e muito menos o quanto você peça, ele sempre irá te olhar e estourar uma bolha.
Eu geralmente deixo passar, com um comentário ácido e humorado ao mesmo tempo, mas então, eu não pude mais ignorar...
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O trabalho aprecia me consumir cada dia mais. Os papéis não paravam de chegar aos montes, os homens viviam gritando comigo por motivos fúteis, "Você não colocou a vírgula corretamente!", minha vontade foi de jogar aqueles papéis na cara do meu chefe e mandar enfiar no cu, pois o erro foi cometido por Tony, e não eu. E quando não me censuravam, me olhavam estranhamente ou tentavam me provocar, duvidando de minha posição. Eu estava a um ponto de estourar.
Mas é finalmente sexta-feira, e em tese, poderia descansar o fim de semana inteiro, se não fosse por uma outra pilha de documentos que devem ser corrigidos. Mas tudo bem, eu sei que consigo. Tudo o que preciso, é de paz e silêncio.
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Assim que chego em casa, encontro meu marido na sala, assistindo algum jogo qualquer que não me interessa. Tiro meus sapatos e deixo minhas chaves e bolsas no local correto.
"Vou tomar banho" Informo Bernie, o olhando de soslaio, mas o homem está aparente em um bom dia, já que vira de sua cadeira em minha direção, limpa suas mãos nas calças e abre seus braços com um sorriso no rosto.
"Que isso meu amor, vem aqui e comprimente seu marido que tanto ama!"
Rolo meus olhos, mas sigo em sua direção, afinal, sei que meu dia péssimo não é sua culpa, e ele sempre teve esse perfume de roupa limpa e sabonetes que me lembravam casa, e me confortavam. Quando nos desvencilhamos e subo para em direção ao banheiro, escuto sua bolha de chiclete estourar em seus lábios.
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Banho tomado, papeis na mesa, decido fazer um lanche para meu jantar, já que não quero muitas dificuldades e Beom está muito satisfeito com seus amendoins, cervejas e é claro, seus chicletes.
Conforme vou focando na revisão dos papéis, percebo erros e mais erros cometidos por aqueles canalhas, e deixo meu 'jantar' de lado. Ainda não acredito que passei a semana inteira sendo inferiorizanda por homens medíocres que sem acham incrivelmente melhores que eu, por que alguém lhes disse isso. Qual é, uma criança de cinco anos sabe escrever inconsequente. Bom, talvez não, mas nesse caso acredito fielmente que sim.
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Homens idiotas, burros, paus no cu. Quem foi o sem noção que os fez acreditar que são realmente melhores que nós mulheres por que têm um pau? Veja bem, nos sangramos todos os meses e continuamos vivas. Isso é impressionante!
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"Bernie querido, pode por favor parar com as bolhas? Estou tentando trabalhar aqui!" Uso minha voz mais calma e doce ao gritar, a última coisa que quero, é que ele me provoque infantilmente.
"Minnie querida, pode por favor, parar de gritar? Estou tentando estourar bolhas aqui!"
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É claro que ele ia me responder assim, maturidade nunca foi seu forte. Mas deixo passar dessa vez.
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E dessa também.
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Ele só pode estar fazendo propositalmente... "Bernie é sério!" Tento soar mais séria, preciso de paz, preciso terminar isso hoje e ficar livre de todos, pelo menos nos meus fins de semana.
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Não consigo mais pensar, não consigo mais focar, e deixo que a raiva e frustração deixem minha visão vermelha e eu não tenha o completo controle sobre meus próximos atos.
Vou até a sala, com passos decididos, pesados, raivosos, e passo por Bernie e seu sorriso brincalhão e comentário ridículo.
"Você não gosta tanto de estourar? Vamos ver o que acha dessa estourada?"
Nossa espingarda de caça está em minhas mãos, e apontando em sua direção na cadeira, quando ele se vira. Toda a raiva e impotência que sentia antes, se dissipou e então explodiu. Assim como o sangue do crânio de Bernie com o tiro certeiro em sua cabeça.
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[Transcrição da Apreensão da Ré]
Tudo bem vamos começar. Me diga por favor, seu Nome.
É Nicha Yontararak, mas prefiro que me chamem de Minnie.
Sua idade?
24 anos
Por que a senhora foi presa?
Por que matei o idiota do meu marido com provavelmente o tiro mais certeiro que já viu.
E qual a motivação da senhora?
A porra da bolha de chiclete!
E como a senhora de declara?
Culpada. Mas eu avisei a ele! Eu pedi pra ele... Mas não... Ele sabia o que caralhos estava fazendo!
⍉ 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.
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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.
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"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.
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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.
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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.
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"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.
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[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 ⍉
Pop!
❤️ Chapter: POP!
❤️ Minnie x Leitor!Homem
❤️ Words: 849
❤️ Warnings: Cursing, murder, death, angry, blood.
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No, our relationship wasn't bad, or terrible. In fact, I think we were the healthiest couple on our street, or even in our neighborhood.
But the point is: as human beings, individuals… we all have our faults. I myself admit that I have some flaws, like when I read a magazine and leave a few ears on random pages, or even not wash my dishes after I finish my meals. But of course, these are major flaws.
Bernie David was a husband's sweetheart on a general panel, but he had this flaw… Bernie loved popping bubblegum bubbles. No matter the moment, let alone how much you ask, he will always look at you and burst a bubble.
I usually let it go, with a sour and humorous comment at the same time, but then, I couldn't ignore it anymore…
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Work keeps consuming me more each day. The papers kept arriving in droves, the men were always yelling at me for futile reasons, "You didn't put the comma correctly!", I wanted to throw those papers in my boss's face and have them shoved up his ass because they mistake was committed by Tony, not me. And when they didn't blame me, they looked at me strangely or tried to provoke me, doubting my position. I was on the verge of bursting.
But it's finally Friday, and in theory, I could rest the entire weekend if it weren't for another pile of documents that must be corrected. But it's ok, I know I can. All I need is peace and silence.
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As soon as I get home, I find my husband in the living room, watching some game that doesn't interest me. I take off my shoes and leave my keys and bags in the right place.
"I'm going to take a shower" I inform Bernie, glancing at him sideways, but the man is apparently having a good day as he turns from his chair towards me, wipes his hands on his pants, and opens his arms with a smile on his face.
"What? No, my love, come here and say hello to your husband that you loves you so much!"
I roll my eyes, but head towards him, after all, I know my bad day isn't his fault, and he always had this scent of clean clothes and soaps that reminded me of home and comforted me. As we break free and I head upstairs to the bathroom, I hear her bubble gum pop on his lips.
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Showered, papers on the table, I decide to have a snack for my dinner, as I don't want too many difficulties and Bernie is very satisfied with his peanuts, beers and of course, his gum.
As I focus on reviewing the papers, I notice mistakes and more mistakes made by those scoundrels, and I put my 'dinner' aside. I still can't believe I've spent the entire week being made fun of by mediocre men who think they're incredibly better than me because someone told them that. Come on, a five-year-old knows how to write inconsequential. Well, maybe not, but in this case, I truly believe so.
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Idiot men, donkeys, dicks in the ass. Who was the clueless one that made them believe they're actually better than us women because they have a dick? You see, we bleed every month and we are still alive. That's impressive!
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"Bernie dear, can you please stop the bubbles? I'm trying to work here!" I use my calmest, sweetest voice when yelling, the last thing I want is for him to tease me childishly.
"Minnie honey, can you please stop screaming? I'm trying to pop bubbles in here!"
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Of course, he was going to answer me like that, maturity was never his strong point. But I let it go this time.
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And this one too.
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He can only be doing it on purpose… "Bernie it's serious!" I try to sound more serious, I need peace, I need to finish this today and be free of everyone, at least on my weekends.
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I can't think anymore, I can't focus anymore, and I let the anger and frustration turn my vision red and I don't have complete control over my next actions.
I walk into the living room, with purposeful, heavy, angry steps, past Bernie and his playful smile and ridiculous comment.
"You don't like to pop so much? Let's see what you think of this poping?"
Our hunting rifle is in my hands, and pointing toward him in the chair, as he turns around. All the anger and helplessness he'd felt before dissipated and then he exploded. So was the blood on Bernie's skull from the well-aimed shot to his head.
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[Transcription of Defendant's Apprehension]
Alright, let's get started. Please tell me your name.
It's Nicha Yontararak, but I prefer to be called Minnie.
Your age?
24 years
Why were you arrested?
Because I killed my idiot husband with probably the most accurate shot he's ever seen.
And what is your motivation?
The fucking bubble gum!
And how do you declare yourself?
Guilty. But damn it! I warned him! I asked him… But no… He knew what the fuck he was doing!
⍉ 𝒫𝒶𝓈𝓈𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁 𝒞𝓇𝒾𝓂𝑒 ⍉
Cicero...
❤️ Chapter: Cicero...
❤️ Words: 1.223
❤️ Warnings: fight, cursing, mention of sex, sex, murder, blood, death, shooting, gun, shooting gun.
❤️A/N: Posting once again since tumblr hates me. But anyway, enjoy!
Do not be silly. I might even have liked Charlie, after all, he knew how to appreciate the great star and woman that I am… The problem is, he thought it was a good idea to appreciate my sister. As if she were as excellent as I am…
Cicero!
I knew I was destined for greatness from a very young age, but it all started to take on big proportions when I turned 15. Yes, my body had already started to develop more than other girls, so I attracted more attention from boys. I realized that I got some favors if I wore more revealing clothes, and I have to be honest, the feeling of power that these little moments gave me was indescribable!
My sister, Veronica, didn't have a voluptuous body, but she had charisma and charm, and she also managed a few things in her favor, just by blinking her beautiful eyes and leaning in slightly. Basic flirting.
Our father wasn't a flower that smelled, and our mother we didn't know, so I had to start working early. But no place wanted a 15-year-old girl with huge cleavage and tight skirts to work. None but "Chicago's Fire Ball". I started at the bottom, of course, but waiting tables just wasn't for me. So I soon learned to dance like the women there, I learned to sing, and then I worked my way up to the stage.
Cicero!
I had a conversation with the owner of the bar, and he assured me that if Elô, the "head" of the dancers, approved, I could be on stage. It was then that I had a brilliant idea: what could be better than one me, dancing? Two 'I'!
That day, I came home, made my sister my copy - a lesser version of me, but still similar enough - and taught her one of the choreographies that I memorized just by looking at it, adding acrobatics in the sequences. The next day we had a job.
On that day, "The Kelly Sisters" was born. Two perfect girls dancing as one. We were identical, perfectly in sync, flexible, and on top of that, we were hot. We gained fame fast, and then we were in every bar and club that called us. We slept with every man (and even women) until I met Charlie.
Cicero!
Charlie became some kind of partner and adviser. He was amazing! Hot, good-looking, ambitious, and most importantly, he was obsessed with me. He always made comments about how I was doing, and how he would like to "fuck me right". Yeah, I liked being appreciated as I should.
So we were called to perform at a big bar, and we stayed at the nearest hotel, Cícero, just until the show started. We bought drinks to celebrate, and we stayed in my room.
Veronica brought out some specialty cigarettes, and we were making the most of it. We talked about everything, which was pretty much nothing for someone sober, and Charlie kept his kisses and groping blatant and sassy.
We ran out of ice, and as we all know, I'm the real star, so I should be at least a little soberer than Veronica, so I volunteered to go to the big shed behind the building to get some more.
I put on my robe and went. It ended up taking a little longer than expected, as a group of men met me on my way, and mind you, they were fans! I shouldn't leave them thumb-sucking when they see… well when they see me! I answered them calmly, I laughed charmingly, and I let them touch me discreetly, but not deliberately, I invited them to go watch at the bar, and then I went to my room.
Cicero!
That's when I found them. Charlie and Veronica were rehearsing one of our acts, apparently number 17, the "inverted eagle".
While Charlie was sitting in the chair, with his pants down, Veronica balanced herself, with her hands on the man's thighs, head down, sucking him, while keeping her legs wide open, so that he could also suck her.
Cicero!
To say I lost my mind is putting it mildly. I slammed the door, and pushed Veronica's legs, making her fall to the floor.
"What the hell is that?!" I spit in disbelief. The ice bucket that was in my hands, soon flew towards the two, who were trying to protect themselves, cover themselves and hold on at the same time, not getting much of anything.
"Calm down Soyeon!" The bitch who shares the stage said, eliciting a snarky laugh from me.
"Calm down?! How long have you guys been fucking? Huh?!" I confess that I started screaming while throwing everything I saw ahead at the two.
"We've never…" Charlie tried to say, but it was obvious I was lying. They probably followed the stunt sequence, in the perfect order. I remembered that he carried a pistol for 'our protection', I run towards it, and as soon as I take it from his suitcase, I point it at the two, who are trying to protect themselves without success.
"Soyeon, think about it…" Once again my sister speaks, with her hands raised, but seeing her skirt falling, made me angrier than before.
"Think? Think about what? How you two were fucking behind my back this whole time?!" I ask, shocking even myself with my outward calm. My blood boiled, but my handheld was still like a rock.
"You forget that I created you. I created you." I look at my sister before continuing to speak, already deciding what needs to be done. "I made you a copy of me. A very nasty and less hot copy of me!" I let out a snarky laugh, seeing the tears roll down my sister's face, and Charlie calculating how long he had to get out of there.
Not a lot.
"I am the real attraction! I'm the one they want!" I say, unlocking the gun, watching them both freeze in place. "you've always been a setback in my life. I hope the fuck was worth it."
Cicero!
I don't know how many times I fired, but I know it was enough to get my face dirty, more than half of the room, and still draw attention from the whole hotel. I need to be quick, so I practically fly to my suitcase, stuffing all the clothes that were outside, and hiding the gun among the pieces. I put on an overcoat over my clothes, and I run out of the hotel and run to the bar where the performance was going to take place.
I never needed Veronica, and it won't be now that that fucker is going to pass me by.
I keep walking, taking some shortcuts and alleys. When I arrive, I'm late, so I can only hide the bag and wash my hands with their blood and introduce myself.
Cicero!
When I reach the backstage of the bar, I'm late, and I run so I can get on stage on cue. That's when I realize my hands are dark, dirty, and sticky.
Blood. In my hand. Veronica and Charlie's blood. They died. I killed them…
I don't have time to focus on that, so I get onstage, and I'm even sexier and hotter than ever. The audience is more receptive than ever, I can feel everything. But you can hear the sirens - lots of sirens - approaching the place. And I knew there was no more time.
I enjoyed every minute of that performance, and when I'm done, I see the cops walk in the front door, and they point those guns at me. In the end, I am taken under thousands of flashes of journalists who arrived at the bar seconds later, I may even be arrested, but I never lose a single moment under the spotlight.
Cicero!
[Transcript of Defendant's Apprehension]
I think that's enough rambling, what's your name?
Don't you know my name baby? Damn, I'm going to be upset…
Ma'am, please just tell me your name.
Jeon Soyeon, baby!
And how old are you?
But my God! Is that something you ask a lady? Where are your manners?!
Your age, my lady?
23, and if you put your sarcasm aside, we can have some fun, what do you think?
Ma'am, please cover up. Anyway, why are you being arrested?
Because I shot my sister and my husband, but don't worry, I'm harmless to you!
And what was your lady's motivation?
They both thought it was a good idea to cheat on me. Do you think it was a good idea for them to fuck behind my back, baby?
Okay, okay… how do you declare?
What do you think? Innocent. They should know better than that!