genre: black cat familiar! san x witch!reader, sort of of angst?, suggestive, overprotective san
warnings: drunk man harasses reader, implied smut, blood (nothing super gorey)
a/n: this is the most spiciest thing ive ever written and it’s not even that hot lmfao also pls lmk if i missed any warnings!
the moon shone brightly in the starry night sky as you wiped off blood from your familiar’s face in your old pick up truck.
“san, how many times have i told you to not get into fights for me?” you scold as you dab an alcohol pad on his face.
a hiss erupted from your familiar, “too many times.”
“then why do you still do it?” one of your hands holds san’s chin between your fingers as you tilt his head to examine for more cuts.
“he kept touching you, miss.” he answered, the same firey glint in his eyes still there. “he would’ve kept doing that to other women or you, if i didn’t come in.”
“i had the situation under control san.”
you opened another band aid to place on his cheek, your mind drifting back to what happened a few moments ago.
Word count: 4.2k (i may’ve gotten a bit carried away)
Summary: You are used to see this cute guy on your to work and back home, but after a migraine makes you miss train on friday and not saw him its almost as if the universe jinxed you, for him.
Warning: migrains, headaches, san like appears but not?, fluff, clumsiness as it best, Reader has a job and is this close to gradutaing?, overall bad day.
Request by anon: choi san; H & 8.
H. Don’t cry, you know I’ll cry if you cry.
8. Falling for a stranger who’s common in your life.
A/N: I tried my best to do it without making it exxageradetly long and failed. I’m really sorry. And I didn’t knew if you liked it like GN or Fem but I realized about that at the end and doen¿t know id¿f I have to change but if anything, please contact me to either make another request or if you want me to change it to GN!Reader.
The way his skin glowed when the afternoon sun rays shone against it was actually mesmerizing, giving him an aura of perfection. The kind and warm type of perfection that you found in his eyes, in his defined jaw, in his kind little smile and the way a rebellious strand that didn’t hold along with the rest of his styled hair rested against his forehead. And you, you were used to all the perfection he had, his radiant presence part of your routine ever since he appeared randomly in your daily life.
You still recalled the first time you saw him, a year and a month back when you had to change your whole schedule to do your internship in the company that contacted you, managing to balance your new work with your college lessons, waking up a bit earlier to catch the 7:35 train to your work and then the 5:45 one back home.
That first day you were late, you ignored the alarm and those 10 minutes you overslept made you hurry a lot that morning, giving you firsthand adrenaline to start your new job all in. Rushing up the stairs of the station with a bag of crackers on one hand, your lunch bag on the other while slumping your bag upper in your arm without dropping the folder that held your final essay pressed under your armpit, all while trying not to collide against anyone in your way.
You had arrived along with the train; just as your foot stepped on the platform the train came in, door opening immediately and letting you in, taking the spot you used to take for when going to college. You managed to finally get your folder in your bag, slide the strip over your shoulder and finish the cracker in your mouth, swallowing it dry; and there, right there was when you saw him, sitting two seats away from you on the opposite row, his backpack resting his lap as he sipped from the cup of coffee on his hand, black hair styled neatly back, not a single strand poking out.
Word count: 4.2k (i may’ve gotten a bit carried away)
Summary: You are used to see this cute guy on your to work and back home, but after a migraine makes you miss train on friday and not saw him its almost as if the universe jinxed you, for him.
Warning: migrains, headaches, san like appears but not?, fluff, clumsiness as it best, Reader has a job and is this close to gradutaing?, overall bad day.
Request by anon: choi san; H & 8.
H. Don’t cry, you know I’ll cry if you cry.
8. Falling for a stranger who’s common in your life.
A/N: I tried my best to do it without making it exxageradetly long and failed. I’m really sorry. And I didn’t knew if you liked it like GN or Fem but I realized about that at the end and doen¿t know id¿f I have to change but if anything, please contact me to either make another request or if you want me to change it to GN!Reader.
The way his skin glowed when the afternoon sun rays shone against it was actually mesmerizing, giving him an aura of perfection. The kind and warm type of perfection that you found in his eyes, in his defined jaw, in his kind little smile and the way a rebellious strand that didn’t hold along with the rest of his styled hair rested against his forehead. And you, you were used to all the perfection he had, his radiant presence part of your routine ever since he appeared randomly in your daily life.
You still recalled the first time you saw him, a year and a month back when you had to change your whole schedule to do your internship in the company that contacted you, managing to balance your new work with your college lessons, waking up a bit earlier to catch the 7:35 train to your work and then the 5:45 one back home.
That first day you were late, you ignored the alarm and those 10 minutes you overslept made you hurry a lot that morning, giving you firsthand adrenaline to start your new job all in. Rushing up the stairs of the station with a bag of crackers on one hand, your lunch bag on the other while slumping your bag upper in your arm without dropping the folder that held your final essay pressed under your armpit, all while trying not to collide against anyone in your way.
You had arrived along with the train; just as your foot stepped on the platform the train came in, door opening immediately and letting you in, taking the spot you used to take for when going to college. You managed to finally get your folder in your bag, slide the strip over your shoulder and finish the cracker in your mouth, swallowing it dry; and there, right there was when you saw him, sitting two seats away from you on the opposite row, his backpack resting his lap as he sipped from the cup of coffee on his hand, black hair styled neatly back, not a single strand poking out.
Word count: 4.2k (i may’ve gotten a bit carried away)
Summary: You are used to see this cute guy on your to work and back home, but after a migraine makes you miss train on friday and not saw him its almost as if the universe jinxed you, for him.
Warning: migrains, headaches, san like appears but not?, fluff, clumsiness as it best, Reader has a job and is this close to gradutaing?, overall bad day.
Request by anon: choi san; H & 8.
H. Don’t cry, you know I’ll cry if you cry.
8. Falling for a stranger who’s common in your life.
A/N: I tried my best to do it without making it exxageradetly long and failed. I’m really sorry. And I didn’t knew if you liked it like GN or Fem but I realized about that at the end and doen¿t know id¿f I have to change but if anything, please contact me to either make another request or if you want me to change it to GN!Reader.
The way his skin glowed when the afternoon sun rays shone against it was actually mesmerizing, giving him an aura of perfection. The kind and warm type of perfection that you found in his eyes, in his defined jaw, in his kind little smile and the way a rebellious strand that didn’t hold along with the rest of his styled hair rested against his forehead. And you, you were used to all the perfection he had, his radiant presence part of your routine ever since he appeared randomly in your daily life.
You still recalled the first time you saw him, a year and a month back when you had to change your whole schedule to do your internship in the company that contacted you, managing to balance your new work with your college lessons, waking up a bit earlier to catch the 7:35 train to your work and then the 5:45 one back home.
That first day you were late, you ignored the alarm and those 10 minutes you overslept made you hurry a lot that morning, giving you firsthand adrenaline to start your new job all in. Rushing up the stairs of the station with a bag of crackers on one hand, your lunch bag on the other while slumping your bag upper in your arm without dropping the folder that held your final essay pressed under your armpit, all while trying not to collide against anyone in your way.
You had arrived along with the train; just as your foot stepped on the platform the train came in, door opening immediately and letting you in, taking the spot you used to take for when going to college. You managed to finally get your folder in your bag, slide the strip over your shoulder and finish the cracker in your mouth, swallowing it dry; and there, right there was when you saw him, sitting two seats away from you on the opposite row, his backpack resting his lap as he sipped from the cup of coffee on his hand, black hair styled neatly back, not a single strand poking out.
You remember the way his lips frowned when he burned his tongue on the coffee, eyes staring at the cup as if it had done it on purpose before smiling to himself. He was way too handsome to be true, to be real right in front of you. You didn’t even realize you were staring at him until he looked up, eyes wandering around before locking into yours, making you stare away as fast as you could, focusing on anything you could spot except him.
Then, that afternoon you had totally forgot of the incident until once again, taking the train back home you had to go standing, spotting his now not so styled hair a few feet away from you, gaze on his phone and backpack on his shoulder, a cup of iced coffee on his hand.
Now, a year and a month later you got used to seeing him every single weekday on the train, each morning having a cup of coffee in his hand and every afternoon an iced one.
You never asked his name, nor crossed a word with him, far to accustomed with the way your two schedules intertwined to be in the same train most of the days. For you, he’s just coffee guy, you never were in the need of knowing more, kind of insecure of weirding him out and messing up your comfortable routine.
But it wasn’t like you didn’t saw him again, your eyes unconsciously searched for him every morning and every afternoon, being able to count with your fingers the days you hadn’t seen him in the past laboral year. You knew he apparently loved coffee and had a decent job to be able to pay for the ones he consumed on daily basis. You didn’t know what he worked on though, sometimes spotting him with casual business clothing, or sometimes rocking a three-piece suit. He was very versatile with his style, always managing to look fashionable in any color and aesthetic, you could almost be jealous of it.
You also knew on Thursday once every two or three weeks he got off the train and station earlier than on the one you two use to, always having the wonder of why but never the guts of asking.
Anyways, you knew about coffee guy what he let you superficially know, it wasn’t like you stalked him or anything, you just happen to share train with him, every single day.
The train arrived at the station at the usual time, opening up the doors on this particularly overpopulated day, thankful enough of taking one of the last seats before they ran out, absolutely abhorring the idea of having to go standing in the train, over touched against other sweaty bodies of strangers. Setting your bag and work folders over your lap you let your head fall back against the windows of the train, today has been exhausting with all the upcoming deadlines and the change of season.
The surprisingly sunny Thursday midday just made the day a lot hotter and the train to feel like an oven. Opening your eyes, a bit you finally looked to your side, a familiar chiseled jaw being the first thing you spot, now, eyes wide open you realize that for the first time in the past year of taking this train you are sitting next to coffee guy. And dear lord did he looked even more handsome up closely. His skin glowy because of the thin layer of sweat the afternoon heat produced, your eyes now able to notice how long his eyelashes are and the bunch of little beauty marks spread on his skin.
How could someone have such a beautiful skin? You think, seriously debating if you were to ask for his skin care routine.
You look away when his eyes glance up his phone, not wanting to be caught staring like that first time months ago. Aside the fact that he was now right beside the guy you had admired from afar on multiple times your routine for the day doesn’t change much.
The train starts moving, and on each station, it stopped the flow of people didn’t seem to change, neutralized by the amount of people getting on being quite equal to those getting off. And with that, the annoying heat today’s train had not soothed one bit.
The heat, added to the exhaustion you felt through your whole body and the incessant noise of the people in the train as well as the train itself just caused you a horrible headache that you felt pulsing from the back of your head to your temples.
This was NOT the time for a migraine, especially with the amount of work stuff you had to at home parallel to preparing your thesis presentation.
Resting your head back with a small groan you closed your eyes, focusing on anything but the throbbing pain you felt slowly forming. Failing to catch the pair of chocolate eyes that looked at you, concerned and confused.
Coffee guy was now staring at you, remembering a couple of time he had seen you sport such a dreadful look and body language, knowing you were exhausted, but he, as someone who was just another stranger in your life, didn’t dared to do nothing.
The next day, you didn’t went to work, the headache you felt on the train followed you home and stayed all the evening as you worked on your stuff, the light of the computer screen not helping at all with it, instead, transforming into a really painful migraine that didn’t let you work more, forcing you to lay down in your dark apartment, fighting with your own head to try and fall asleep, hoping it would work.
On the morning you woke up to your phone buzzing, your department boss confused and concerned as where you were, the hands of the clock that rested against the wall over your desk resting a bit past 8 o'clock, meaning you were an hour late to work, but the migraine was still there, not even the painkillers you took at midnight helping it tune it down.
“I’m really sorry, I’ve got a terrible migraine I don’t think I can go to work, sorry for not calling earlier.” You had to say, your boss warning you how this one would not be discounted of your midyear vacations but still won’t be paid, letting you rest at home.
You couldn’t help but be thankful of Seo Eunkwang being such a compasive man and your boss at the same time.
The rest of the Friday you spent it between the bathroom throwing up the little food you had on you and trying to sleep everything away on your bed, not pleasant at all, you could say, feeling a bit less bad on the evening and sleeping throughout the whole night on some more painkillers and without throwing them up again.
On Saturday morning the migraine had almost faded completely thanks to heaven, allowing you to sit down and work the last of your graduation thesis while munching on some leftover fruit on your fridge, you were in need of buying more, buy pay didn’t come through your account until Monday so you could just wait a bit more.
Monday finally rolls in but in in the best of ways, the light of the whole street got cut off, so your phone didn’t charge and the alarm didn’t went off, meaning that you got up later that intended and had to shower in freezing cold water, you rushed out of your apartment to the train station after rushingly fitting on the last pair of clean jeans you had, a white T-shirt and your hands trying to tame your hair. You had already missed your 7:35 train, so you just hoped to catch the one that passed at 7:41 and not make it too late for job.
Dodging the multiple slow walkers, you finally made it before the doors closed, grabbing a seat and finally checking up what you brought. Bag, pear, phone, the weekly chart, lunch bag and… fuck, the folders with the work you did on Thursday night that were on the kitchen counter. But it was too late to turn back, eyes fixed on the sign with the station name, slowly getting further and further until you couldn’t spot it out of the window anymore.
Walking in your company’s building, you made your way to your department, letting yourself fall on your chair.
“Tough morning?” Seonghwa, your desk mate said from the other side of the desk, looking at you over his glasses, a quizzing but comforting look on his eyes.
“Don’t even say it, I don’t want you to jinx the rest of it.” You warned, sitting up properly. “I forgot last week report on my apartment, but I was already too late to turn back, and I can’t just arrive that late after not coming on Friday.”
“Yeah, about that, why didn’t you?” He asked, gaze now fixated on the computer in front of him.
“I got the worst migraine of the month, and the train was so noisy, and it was all so heated my brain wanted to jump out of my cranium.” You exaggerated your words with your hand, making gestures of an explosion that just made Seonghwa laugh at you.
Seonghwa was one of the things that you enjoyed of work besides the work, he was your first work friend, entering as an intern a week before you and helping you get on track with everything. He was just the kindest person you knew, and even after you had to part ways with your college friends last semester, he tried his best to keep you with a good mood, for both your and his sake.
“Here, have a granola bar, you need it.” He said, sledding it until it bumped with your bottle of water making it wobble.
“Yes, mom.” You teased while smiling at him, chuckling as his eyes turned jokingly. “Oh, you love me.” You say to him, before reaching out for the bar, hitting your water bottle over and, very fortunately to you, it opened up, falling all over your shirt and pants, and wetting some papers on the folder on your lap.
“Shit.” You said just as Seonghwa got up, going to grab some toilet paper from the bathroom on the hallway, coming back with a bunch of it in his hands, giving you half of it to dry yourself and using the other half for the desk and the floor.
“Well, I may’ve jinxed it.” He says, throwing the wet paper in the paper bin, standing up.
You just chuckled, trying to keep your composure, breathing in, breathing out. Well, maybe this wasn’t just your morning, maybe the rest of the day will go smoothly as usual. But oh, were you wrong?
The clock hands sat not on 5:12, Mr. Seo made an excuse to the CEO about the report you forgot, giving you a warning and letting it pass, and that may be the only good thing that happened today. You had to redo all the papers the water damaged, putting you behind on today’s work, later on, the longest chart of them all got screwed up on the printing and you sat for 25 minutes trying to fix it.
When lunch break arrived and you thought you could have some peace Seonghwa had to leave earlier for a doctor appointment, leaving you alone, you took your laptop with you to the café down the block, to work on your thesis just to find that all your weekend work got lost somewhere or was just erased, making you feel like crying right there and then, you had to use your emergency money to buy lunch after realizing your rice and beans had spilled all over the lunch bag.
And around 3:30 p.m. you were asked by another superior to go to the post office two blocks away to drop by some letter since Jungwon, the guy they hired to do outside tasks, called in sick. And you did happily, dropping by the bag of mail, breathing in the breeze today had around, the breeze that announced spring; but on the way back to work… it rained, the goddamn deluge had to happen and you were forced to run back to the building, arriving soaked from head to toe, making a slight headache appear.
It just wasn’t your day, apparently.
“Y/N, I got your email with the reports, you can leave for today.” Mr. Seo said, dropping by your office to give you that news and a spare sweater from lost and found so you could cover your wet clothes and maybe not catch a cold.
“Thank you, Mr. Seo.” You say, passing the hoodie over your head.
“No problem, and please, take care on the way back home, I don’t want you to get run over by a car or something.” He said smiling teasingly.
“Don’t jinx it~” You sing song, packing your stuff up, smiling back to him and waving him goodbye.
Please don’t rain again, please don’t rain again. You repeated to yourself over and over again while walking to the nearest supermarket, wanting to buy some stuff you were missing back home and then catch on your usual train, and maybe, see coffee guy again, you were starting to think not seeing him in the morning had been the thing that jinx your Friday and today.
“No, no, I can’t blame it on someone I don’t know.” You said in a mutter, putting some apples behind the variety of vegetables and fruits you had picked, and the carton of eggs, it had been like a week since they ran out and you were missing them on your lunch.
Later on, on the way to the train station your phone fell of your bag, screen shattered after an old guy stepped on it and never looked back. Gosh, today was really getting on your nerves.
Breathing in and out multiple times you made it to the station 3 minutes early, balancing all the paper bag with your groceries on one arm and your work bag on the other.
You looked around, not finding coffee guy around anywhere, making you sigh. Maybe you weren’t going to see him today either. Gaze looking up to the big black and white clock of the station you decided to walk nearer the boarding lane, 1 minute away from the train arriving.
“Oh sh-” You heard a mutter before someone bumped into you, making you step forward and making the paper bag in your hands rip, apples rolling on the station floor. “I’m so sorry.” You heard the male say, not even daring to look up, your eyes fixed on the apple that was still rolling just before it was kicked by a lady on accident.
You felt like that apple, you started you day brightly, red and shiny, and now you felt like the whole universe had stepped on you multiples times today and the whole weekend.
Your sight got crystally, eyes watering after all the frustration you had bottled up throughout the day finally broke, you may be emotional, but this was the final straw of it all, you felt like crying since your phone broke and now you couldn’t hold it in anymore.
“Here’s some of- hey, are you okay?” The man that bumped into you asked, crouching down to see better your face, panicking at the sight of the tears that silently fell down your cheeks on the old hoodie. “Oh no, oh no.” Your ears picked him say, making you snap out of your turmoil of all these overwhelming emotions in your chest, plus the headache.
Looking up your met with the sweetest and most panicked eyes you’d seen, coffee guy looking at you in pure panic, searching for something in his backpack before tending his hand out for you, a white handkerchief in it. “Here, please don’t cry, I’m really really sorry, I didn’t saw you and bumped into you and now you are crying, and I don’t know what to do.” He ranted, his voice a bit higher pitched than you imagined, but really nice to ear, fitting his perfection.
Grabbing the handkerchief, you tried to dry your tears, failing miserably and getting more frustrated, making you let out a small really frustrated sob.
“Here, let’s seat on the bench.” He said, picking up all your groceries and stuffing them in his backpack, before grabbing you gently by the wrist and pulling out of the crowd into one of the benches on the side, letting you sit down first. “Hey, are you really okay? Did I bump too harshly on you? Did-”
“I’m okay.” You answered, finally looking him in the eye, his looking at your tears-stained cheeks, gosh, he was standing there, effortlessly pretty, and here you were, crying in front of him, nose and eyes red. He wanted to believe you, but he couldn’t, not when your voice sounded so broke, and your eyes looked so stressed.
“I know we don’t know each other, but please, don’t cry, I’m going to cry if you keep crying.” He said, grabbing the handkerchief out of your hands and dabbing your wet cheeks in his own attempt to make you stop crying, his words bringing a teary chuckle out of you, his voice soothing you slightly as his eyes looked finally into yours, his own chest feeling a weight taken out, looking attentively at the way you gently pulled his hand away, taking the hoodie sleeves to dry your last tears and sniff your snot away.
“I don’t want you to start crying, so I guess I have to stop.” You mutter, making him smile with you. In that very moment he decided for himself he liked you better smiling, rather than crying. “I’m really sorry I started crying, it just hasn’t been my day.” You say, starting to laugh at yourself, God, you felt so stupid. “And now you missed your train.”
“We both missed our train, but there are next ones, don’t worry about it.” He said, this whole crying situation breaking all the barriers you two had. “Want to talk about it?” He asks in a kind voice.
“I don’t think you want to hear it; I’m just going to jinx yours too.”
“Nah, it has already been jinxed, but yours seemed way worse than mine.” He dismissed with his hand, now taking his own time to look at your face from up close, he had always looked at how pretty you are from afar, a few meters from you while waiting for the train, or a few seats away when in the train, but ever since he sat next to you he felt enchanted by the beauty your face held in all its small details.
“You had a bad day too?” You ask, just to see him nod. “You had an already bad day and I just come and burden you more?” You can help say, feeling the frustration build up again and your tears weld up in your eyes, his warm eyes panicking again.
“No, no, no, no, don’t cry, you know I’ll cry if you cry.” He says, grabbing you gently by the chin to wipe his thumb under you eye, trying to make you look at him but you were looking to the ceiling.
“I’m sorry, is just that my day has not been really nice to me.” You sniff, looking up to try and stop crying. “I lost part of my thesis, and some work reports, and got rained down, and I’m overall frustrated bcause I don’t know why I am crying anymore.” You finish your rant, breathing deeply to try and not burst again in frustration.
“You didn’t make my day worse, you actually kinda made it better, I didn’t saw you on Friday, nor this morning, so I was kinda bummed.” He admits, not realizing what he said until your amused eyes meet his. “Oh, I-”
“You noticed me in the train too?” You ask, now smiling between the glassy eyes, a cute kind of heat spreading inside of you at the look of his blushed cheeks.
“No, I-, yeah, yeah I kinda do.” He sighs, hand passing though his black hair. “I got used to see you every day that now not seeing you is like missing my morning coffee…”
“It’s nice to know I wasn’t the only one expecting the other.” You feel like saying, happy that you now have his full attention on you. “But it’s almost as if we jinxed the other.”
“You could say that, or you could say that seeing the other unjinxes it all.” He says all smiley, eyes hidden by his cheeks. “But well, I guess we should now head to catch the train.” He says, standing up and lending his hand out for you to grab and stand up too. “Then, maybe, we can talk about our day, folder girl.”
“Folder girl? Really?” You ask, amused by the nickname, but happy to be noticed by your public transport crush.
“You are always carrying folders around, what can I say.” He excuses himself.
“My name is Y/N, coffee guy.” You say, standing up too and grabbing your stuff, blinking multiple times to take the feeling of dry tears off of your eyes.
“Coffee guy… makes senses, I’ll grant you that.” He says, his shiny smile never wiping off his face. “My name is San, nice to meet you Y/N.”
“Same to you, San.”
When taking the next train the two of you managed to seat next to the other, apparently he works as a software intern in a company a few block away from you, but he also models every once in a while with a friend and you couldn’t help but nod to everything he said, he looked so beautiful when talking about it that you felt like enchanted to him.
“Where’s your iced coffee tho?” You ask, noticing just now how his hands were empty.
“I got out late and couldn’t pass through my friends’ café for it.” He shrugged. “Maybe, if you want, we can go for some when we arrive at our station.” He suggests, a bit of nervousness in his voice.
“I’d like that, yeah.” You nod, smile wide. “When did you noticed me?”
“That day when it was so so full both of us went standing, you had your hair in a bun, so it was really easy to spot.” He says, he always wondered if you always took the same train at him, sometimes burdening himself into not noticing you earlier. “Why didn’t you come on Friday?”
“I had a horrible migraine, so I couldn’t get out of my apartment. But I’m kind of glad it was a bad day, because if it wasn’t today probably wouldn’t either, and we wouldn’t have talked.” You say, making him nod along with you. “By the way, where are my groceries?”
“Oh, they are in my bag, we can later see where to put them.” He says shrugging it off as he patted his backpack in his lap.
Now, talking to him, you wondered how you never approached him before, breaking your routine didn’t seem so bad.
“It’s nice hanging out with you, San.” You mutter, waiting in line for your beverages.
“You know? I was really bummed on Friday when you didn’t came.” He starts, eyes looking at nothing in particular before glancing at you.
“I heard you mentioning that, yeah.” You nod, receicing your hot chocolate from the café barista as he recieved his iced latte.
“On the morning I just though you were late as you use to, but then on the afternoon you didn’t showed up either. After the noon before on the train when we sat together I decided I wanted to talk to you, so on Friday I bought you a milkshake so I could like, force me to talk to you and not coward like other times?” He says, earning your whole attention as you to sit down on the corner table.
“No way, you are that sweet?” You say amused, damn, now you abhorred migraines even more. “What did you did with the milkshake?”
“I drank it later.” He shrugged, taking a slurp of his coffee before smiling sweetly at you. “I’m just glad this happened today, even if we lost an apple on the go.” He joked, making you laugh, and now San had a sound he enjoyed more than you voice, your sincere laugh.
And you just thought, maybe your jinx day wasn’t that bad after all.
This is a work of fiction, people mentioned or involved are actual human beings and none of this work is based on actual facts over the celebrities mentioned nor is intented to portray them in a realistic way.
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