OTP: wheesun

PROMPTs: Authornim can u do a wheesun where both their partners are cheating with one another and they found each other after learning about it.

Characters: Wheein, Yongsun

A/N to requestee: Very short. Idk what you really wanted and as much as I would assume it is something angsty and painful, that is not the type of wheesun I can serve well. So I hope if this wasn’t what you expected, the one similar to this gets updated!

A/N to all: To be honest, this isn’t the supposed next update. I disclosed on my feed the reason but I deleted part 2 of the cafe thing MS/WB and I’m not writing it anymore. I’m done. I’m tired. And honestly, I don’t know what I have to do to be respected here. Do I have to beta-read? If so, then it makes sense why each time I grant requests I don't get any ounce of respect from some people. Ha-ha-ha.

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“Hey.” Yongsun was finally tipsy enough to not give a and chat the nearest prettiest stranger at the bar.

The woman with blonde hair– wore a blazer with a shirt and baggy joggers somehow was able to look hot with the look– just hummed at her.

“Why do women cheat?” Yongsun asks, slow and slurred.

“Why do men cheat?” Was an instant response. So quick it felt like a slap. She wasn’t even sparing Yongsun a glance– eyes glued on her bourbon glass.

“Men are trash.”

“And trash,” The woman finally looked at her, lifting and circling wrist, the clink-clank of rocks were loud in her pause. And she drinks her whiskey in one go, if is burnt or damaged by that, she doesn’t show it. “Always take themselves out.” She smiles– it was bitter, a bit hateful. “All you have to do is close the door and never let them back in.”

“Sounds like you’ve been cheated on.” Yongsun looks at her own drink– she’s not one to drink hard liquor, or any liquor. So really she’s here for her pretty women and some good fruity drinks.

“Yesterday.” She answers, putting down her glass. She’s done drinking? “You?”

“This morning.” Yongsun answers, taking the fruit from her glass, nibbling it.

“That . How’d it go?”

“She told me she never planned to say it. But I guess she wanted the last laugh when I broke up with her, saying it was so easy to cheat on me.” Yongsun puts aside the nibbled fruit. Taking a sip.

“Wow. And she prefers easy? Talk about a bad investment.”

“You got cheated on too.”

“Yeah.” She laughs, a wicked– almost twisted dimpled smile reveals itself. “But it’s because he thought having a gives him the right to demand anything from me.”

“What?”

“He said, to justify his cheating, that I starved him.” She rests her cheek on her palm, eyes bored. “I told him, ‘sounds like a skill issue to me.’”

Yongsun choked– liquid went down the wrong pipe– breathing turned hard as she tried to laugh but not choke. The woman hands her tissue with a dimpled-smile, eyes dilat