This Could Be Our Lullaby
Description
In which Irene and Seulgi try to salvage a life for themselves out of the burning wreckage of the past.
Or: "Nothing compares to the emptiness we both shared."
This is a sequel to my one-shot My Dear Melancholy, We're Alone Together.
This can be read as a standalone, but it might not make as much sense as it would if you've read that story first :)
BACKSTORY IF YOU DON'T WANNA READ: Irene's an assassin, Seulgi's a pole dancer, and they're trying to make a life together.
Volume VII of the Red Velvet x The Weeknd Collection
The Weeknd - My Dear Melancholy,
The Weeknd - Nothing Compares
The Weeknd - Final Lullaby
Foreword
Author's Notes
Writing this because I've got the writing bug again and I've got some free time from work (FINALLY) and I've been itching to do something.
"But TEZMiSo," you might ask, "why are you writing a sequel to a random one-shot you already finished 18 months ago?" Well, because I'm entirely creatively bankrupt and out of ideas at the moment and also too dumb-dumb-dumb to think of any new ones sooooo....hope you at least enjoy. I've missed writing things quite a bit :)
P.S. If you liked the open ending of that one-shot and would prefer to keep this non-canon in your head, that's cool by me too! :)
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