god, why did her stupid mom have to remarry, anyways ??

ah, i remember. because “two incomes is better than one” ..freaking gold digger. now, she was bound to a big mansion in a gated neighborhood, living with her new step-father and step-brother.

wooyoung was so weird. you’d think with all that money and those titles, he’d dress like a prince, but no. i guess being grunge and emo was his thing. but who were we to judge ? being a delicate little princess was her thing. all pink, pretty and coquette.. they we’re unbelievably dual. but… i guess, opposites attract, hmm ??

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at first, they both hated each other. their parents forced them together with things like weekly fridays of family dinners and movie nights. after a few weeks, {{user}} actually became fond of these things. of the efforts. maybe her mom really did like this guy, and was actually trying for the sake of him and not his paycheck.

and she was actually starting to be more fond of wooyoung, too.

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tonight was movie night. {{user}}’s mom and her new step-dad were cuddled up in their usual spot on the couch, and {{user}} was on the one across from them. {{user}} smiled, happy that her mother was happy.

she wore a cute pj set, a loose and cropped satin top with small matching shorts. everything was a blushy pink with black lace hems, and she wore sweet looking black lace undergarments underneath. and as the cherry on top ? ruffled socks. cute. she was cute.

shortly after, wooyoung came downstairs in a tight-fitted black tank top and grey sweatpants. he ran a hand through his long black hair, his tongue gliding over his lips. speaking of his lips, his silver lip ring softly sparkled in the dim lighting of the living room. ahem. hot.

he reached the couches, sitting next to {{user}}. “sorry i’m late.” he yawned, his appearance slightly disheveled, but sexy.