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Assistant: Title: Cherry Talk: What Comes After Love
        Author: babywav_sss babywav_sss 
        Chapter: 18/19 
        Summary: Some stories are yet to come to an end, others are worth to begin again after years of being apart from each other. Will Cherry Talk App work its magic this time?
        Contents: Chapter 18: A Looming Cloud
    

    


      
        
          happy reading... i guess?this chapter is not so happy...I hope you're glad with the fast updateyour gal is planning something so she can update all the drafts she had written ASAP xD
            
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    “So… both of us are clueless?” Jungeun’s voice was tinged with disbelief, a wry smile playing at her lips as she leaned against the kitchen counter.“Yes… I tried asking Jiwoo what happened, but she just told me it’s nothing,” Jinsoul’s sigh crackled softly through the phone, carrying a heaviness Jungeun could almost feel.Jungeun’s eyes drifted to the living room, her gaze softening at the sight. She was glad to be home, to be surrounded by the familiar hum of warmth that usually made this place feel alive. But today, something was off.The air was heavy, almost stifling. A strange tension lingered, clinging to the corners of the room like shadows that refused to fade.Soomin was sprawled on the sofa, her body sinking into the cushions as if she were trying to disappear. Her phone screen glowed faintly, reflecting in her vacant eyes as she scrolled mindlessly, fingers moving without purpose. There was no playful greeting, no goofy smile, not even a glance up when Jungeun had walked through the door. Just silence.Nien’s voice broke through the stillness, soft and hesitant, but Chaeyeon barely responded. She sat stiffly on the armchair, her shoulders tense, eyes fixed on a spot on the floor as if it held all the answers she refused to share. Nien’s expression faltered, worry etching lines across her brow as her words faded into the heavy air.It was suffocating, this unfamiliar quiet.Jungeun’s chest tightened. She hadn’t expected this. She had come home hoping to be greeted by laughter, by the usual playful chaos that made her feel grounded. But all she got was this… this silence that felt too loud.She gripped the phone tighter. “Jiwoo went to your place?”“Yes. Out of nowhere,” Jinsoul said, her voice lowering, carrying a note of concern that didn’t go unnoticed. “She didn’t say much. Just showed up and locked herself in the guest room. I tried to talk to her, but… you know how she is.”Jungeun’s heart sank.Jiwoo usually kept to herself, preferred to handle her own problems. But if she went to Jinsoul’s… then something must’ve been really wrong. It was her safe place, her escape when her thoughts became too loud to bear. Jungeun knew that all too well.She looked at the living room again, at the way Soomin curled up, trying to make herself small, at the way Chaeyeon’s jaw was clenched, her body rigid with unspoken tension. Even Nien—always so bright, so lively—seemed to have lost her spark, her shoulders sagging as her attempts at conversation fell flat.A cloud hung over them, heavy and unmoving. Jungeun could almost feel it pressing down, draining the air of its usual warmth.“What happened today…?” Jungeun’s voice was barely above a whisper, her brows knitting together. “Why are the kids in such a sour mood?”“If only they’d talk to us…” Jinsoul’s words were tinged with helplessness, the kind that came from caring too much but knowing you couldn’t force someone to open up. “We could help. But I don’t think pushing them will do any good. We might have to wait for them to come to us instead.”Jungeun felt a pang in her chest.She hated this—the waiting, the helplessness. She was supposed to protect them, to be there when they needed her. But how could she do that when they shut her out, when they put up walls she didn’t know how to break through?“I’m worried…” Jungeun admitted, her voice cracking slightly, betraying the vulnerability she tried so hard to hide. “I hate seeing them like this and not being able to do anything.”“I know,” Jinsoul’s voice softened, gentle and reassuring. “But they’re not kids anymore. We have to trust them… even if it’s hard. And if it gets worse, we’ll step in. Together.”Jungeun closed her eyes, letting out a slow, shaky breath. She knew Jinsoul was right. But it didn’t make it any easier.She looked at the living room again, at the way the sunlight slanted through the window, golden and warm, yet failing to chase away the coldness settling in her chest.“Okay,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. “We’ll wait. For now.”But deep down, the worry remained, gnawing at her like an ache that wouldn’t go away.“The class is about to start.” Soomin’s voice came out flatter than she intended, the words heavy on her tongue.Hyerin’s eyes sparkled, her face bright with anticipation. She was practically buzzing with excitement, her energy filling the room, vibrant and contagious. Soomin could feel it radiating from her, the warmth, the joy. Normally, she’d be grinning right alongside her, feeling the rush of excitement too. But today… today, her heart felt heavy.She tried to ignore it. Tried to swallow down the ache that settled in her chest, tight and unrelenting. But the words she’d overheard wouldn’t leave her alone, looping in her mind like a broken record.
  “They look so good together… Hyerin and that guy.”“They’d make such a cute couple.”“I can’t believe she’s still single. A guy like him is perfect for her.”
Each word felt like a needle, pricking at her insecurities, burrowing deep beneath her skin. It shouldn’t have bothered her. She knew better than to let idle gossip get to her. She trusted Hyerin—knew how fiercely she chased her dreams, how her focus was always on her performances. But even so, the jealousy gnawed at her, ugly and bitter.She hated it. Hated that it made her feel so small.“Soomin?” Hyerin’s voice was soft, a gentle nudge pulling her back from her spiraling thoughts. She was staring at her, brows knitted in concern, her smile faltering. “You okay?”Soomin blinked, forcing herself to meet Hyerin’s gaze. Her eyes were warm, searching, genuinely worried. It made Soomin’s chest tighten, guilt curling low in her stomach.She should’ve been happy for her. Hyerin was finally getting the recognition she deserved, a chance to stand on that stage and shine. She should’ve been cheering her on, matching her energy, hyping her up like she always did. But all she could think about were those whispers, those lingering stares, those stupid comments that made her feel like she didn’t belong by Hyerin’s side.It was ridiculous. She knew it was. But that didn’t make it hurt any less.“Yeah… I’m fine,” Soomin managed, but her voice was flat, hollow. The lie tasted bitter on her tongue.Hyerin’s smile wavered, her eyes searching Soomin’s face as if trying to find the truth in the cracks. Usually, Soomin would’ve grinned back, teased her, thrown an arm around her shoulder and made some dumb joke to lighten the mood. But today, she couldn’t find the strength to pretend.Something flickered across Hyerin’s face—confusion, worry, maybe even a hint of hurt. It made Soomin’s heart clench, made her want to reach out and apologize. But she stayed still, rooted to the spot, her hands curling into fists to keep herself from breaking.She wanted to ask. Wanted to know if Hyerin had heard those whispers, if she’d noticed the way people watched her, if she cared about what they said. But the words were lodged in her throat, heavy and stubborn.“Are you sure?” Hyerin took a step closer, her fingers brushing against Soomin’s arm, warm and gentle. “You seem… off today.”Soomin flinched before she could stop herself. The contact sent a shiver down her spine, electric and grounding all at once. She wanted to lean into it, to let Hyerin’s warmth melt away the cold knot in her chest. But the thought of those comments, of people looking at her and thinking she didn’t deserve to be here, made her pull back.“Yeah,” she said again, forcing a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “I’m just tired. Didn’t sleep well.”Hyerin’s concern didn’t ease. If anything, it deepened, her eyes softening with understanding. “Do you want to sit this one out? I can ask—”“No!” The word came out sharper than she intended, and Hyerin’s eyes widened in surprise. Guilt flooded Soomin, hot and heavy. She softened her voice, trying to ease the tension. “I mean… no. I’ll be fine. It’s just… one of those days, you know?”Hyerin hesitated, her fingers twitching at her side as if she wanted to reach out again. But she didn’t. Instead, she gave Soomin a small nod, her expression uncertain. “Alright… But if you need to talk, I’m here, okay?”Soomin’s chest tightened, warmth spreading through her veins, battling against the icy grip of her insecurities. She wanted to believe her, wanted to reach out and spill everything—her fears, her jealousy, her stupid, irrational insecurities. But the words wouldn’t come.“Thanks,” she whispered, barely audible.Hyerin’s smile returned, softer this time, but genuine. It was beautiful, lighting up her face in that way that always made Soomin’s heart skip a beat. She hated how much she loved that smile.“The class is about to start,” Hyerin said, her voice brightening again, her excitement slipping back through the cracks. “Are you ready?”Soomin forced herself to nod, even though her heart felt heavy, even though her mind was still tangled up in those ugly thoughts. “Yeah… let’s go.”Hyerin’s eyes lingered on her for a moment longer, as if she could see through the cracks, as if she knew that Soomin was lying. But then she turned, her steps light as she led the way, her energy infectious.Soomin watched her, feeling the ache in her chest grow heavier. She knew she was being unfair, knew that Hyerin didn’t deserve her jealousy, her doubts. But knowing didn’t make it easier.She followed her, her steps sluggish, her heart weighed down by thoughts she couldn’t shake.Soomin usually handled her insecurities like a champ. She was good at brushing off comments, at pretending that things didn’t bother her. But this… this was different. This hurt.And the worst part was that she didn’t know how to make it stop.Looking at Chaeyeon now, curled up on the edge of the couch with her knees pulled to her chest, shattered Nien’s heart into a thousand pieces. Her shoulders were slumped, her hair messy and tangled, her eyes staring blankly at the floor. She looked so small, so fragile, as if the slightest breeze could break her. Nien’s hands curled into fists at her sides, her nails digging into her palms as she fought the overwhelming urge to punch that b@st@rd in the face.The image of him yelling at Chaeyeon, belittling her in front of everyone, flashed through her mind. She could still hear his condescending voice, still see the way Chaeyeon’s face fell, her eyes dulling as the cruel words hit her like blows. It made Nien’s blood boil, anger burning hot and fierce in her chest. But no matter how much she wanted to storm into his office and make him pay, she knew she couldn’t. Not now. Not when Chaeyeon’s career was on the line.They were about to head to a new job—a fresh opportunity that could make or break Chaeyeon’s reputation. Any reckless move, any scandal or drama, would only make things worse for her. Nien couldn’t risk it. But she also couldn’t stand by and do nothing. That monster didn’t deserve to get away with what he did.She pulled out her phone, staring at the contact on her screen. Her thumb hovered over the call button, hesitation knotting her stomach. She didn’t want to interfere behind Chaeyeon’s back, didn’t want to betray her trust. But if she stayed silent, nothing would change. That man would keep hurting Chaeyeon, keep tearing her down until there was nothing left of her spark, her passion, her dreams.Nien chewed on her bottom lip, her chest tightening with indecision. She’d called her parents earlier, hoping they’d tell her what to do. Her father’s voice had been firm, unwavering. “You can’t let this go, Nien. She needs help, whether she admits it or not.” Her mother had agreed, her tone soft but resolute. “She’s strong, but no one should face this alone. Sometimes helping means stepping in, even when they don’t ask for it.”They were right. Nien knew they were right. But it didn’t make this any easier.She looked up, her gaze drifting back to Chaeyeon. Her heart ached at the sight of her, eyes hollow, face pale, shoulders trembling ever so slightly. It was like all the light had been sucked out of her. Nien’s chest tightened, anger simmering beneath her skin, hot and restless. Chaeyeon didn’t deserve this. She deserved to be happy, to be confident, to chase her dreams without fear or pain.A wave of protectiveness surged through Nien, fierce and unyielding. She wouldn’t let this continue. She couldn’t. Not when it was hurting Chaeyeon this much.Taking a deep breath, she made up her mind. Her thumb pressed down on the screen, the phone ringing as she brought it to her ear. Each ring made her heart pound faster, doubt clawing at her resolve. But the memory of Chaeyeon’s broken expression steeled her determination. She couldn’t back out now.The call connected, and a familiar voice answered, warm and gentle. “Hello? Nien, sweetheart, do you need anything?”Nien swallowed, her grip tightening on the phone as she forced herself to stay steady. “Hello, Momma Kim,” she said, trying to keep her voice from wavering. She glanced at Chaeyeon again, her heart squeezing painfully. “I’m sorry to bother you, but… I think you need to know something. It’s about Chaeyeon.”There was a pause on the other end, the concern evident in Jungeun’s voice when she spoke. “What happened? Is she alright?”Nien’s eyes burned, her throat tightening as she looked at the girl she loved, curled up and hurting. She took another breath, her voice soft but resolute. “No… she’s not. And I don’t think she will be if this keeps going on.”She heard the sharp intake of breath, the worry, the fear. But Nien kept going, her resolve firm. Chaeyeon needed help, even if she didn’t ask for it. And Nien would do whatever it took to protect her, no matter how hard it was.Because loving someone meant fighting for them, even when they didn’t have the strength to fight for themselves.“Here,” Jungeun said, sliding a sleek business card across the table. “This is the contact for my real estate agent friend. She’s based in Itaewon, but if you tell her what you need, she’ll find a quiet neighborhood perfect for you and Yooyeon.”Seoyeon’s eyes widened, her face lighting up with relief. “Attorney Kim! Thank you so much… I really appreciate this.” Her fingers curled around the card, gripping it tightly like it was a lifeline.Jungeun’s lips curled into a warm smile. “She’s a fellow lesbian, so she’ll definitely be down to help you and Yooyeon. Don’t hesitate to tell her exactly what you’re looking for.”Seoyeon’s cheeks flushed with gratitude, her smile so bright that it made Jungeun’s chest ache with a familiar fondness. She was just about to ask Seoyeon about her weekend plans when her phone vibrated on the desk, the screen lighting up with Nien’s name.Jungeun’s heart skipped a beat. Nien rarely called during work hours. Something must’ve happened. She shot Seoyeon an apologetic glance before picking up, her voice instantly softening. “Hello? Nien, sweetheart, do you need anything?”There was a beat of silence, then Nien’s voice came through, trembling ever so slightly. “Hello, Momma Kim…” Jungeun’s grip on the phone tightened, the unsteady tone sending a chill down her spine. “I’m sorry to bother you, but… I think you need to know something. It’s about Chaeyeon.”A cold weight dropped in Jungeun’s stomach, her pulse quickening. She glanced at Seoyeon, who was still beaming at the business card, completely unaware of the growing dread curling in Jungeun’s chest. “What happened? Is she alright?” Jungeun’s voice was barely above a whisper, her free hand instinctively clenching on her desk.There was a heavy pause before Nien’s broken voice answered, “No… she’s not. And I don’t think she will be if this keeps going on.”The words hit Jungeun like a punch to the gut, her body freezing as her mind raced. She felt the floor tilt beneath her, the room closing in as Nien continued, her voice cracking under the weight of worry and helplessness. Jungeun’s heart shattered, piece by piece, as she listened, her fingers trembling around the phone. She wanted to scream, to curse whoever was responsible, to protect her daughter from this pain. But she couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe.She barely remembered ending the call, her mind clouded with panic and anger and heartbreak. When she finally lowered the phone, her hand automatically went to her head, pressing against her temple as if trying to hold herself together. The ache was overwhelming, sadness crashing over her like relentless waves. But underneath the sorrow, something else burned, hot and vicious. Rage. How dare someone hurt Chaeyeon like this? How dare they break her spirit?Jungeun’s jaw clenched, her eyes burning as she looked up at Seoyeon, who had finally noticed her change in demeanor. Seoyeon’s brows furrowed in concern, her voice hesitant. “Is everything alright?”Jungeun sucked in a shaky breath, fighting to steady herself. “Seoyeon, reschedule the meeting with the client tomorrow. I need to go home. Chaeyeon needs me.” Her voice came out sharper than she intended, the urgency crackling like electricity in the air.Seoyeon blinked, taken aback. “Wait, what happened? I can try, but you know this client is very picky about—”“I don’t care,” Jungeun snapped, her eyes blazing. She was already grabbing her bag, shoving her belongings inside with trembling hands. “My daughter needs me. He can be picky about whatever he wants, but if he gives you trouble… record your call with him. We can sue him if he crosses the line.”Seoyeon’s eyes widened, stunned by the uncharacteristic fury in Jungeun’s voice. She opened her mouth to protest, then closed it, her expression softening as she realized the severity of the situation. “I’ll take care of it. Go to her.”Jungeun’s shoulders sagged in relief, gratitude flickering in her eyes. “Thank you, Seoyeon.” Her voice wavered, the vulnerability seeping through despite her best efforts to stay composed. She turned on her heel, her movements quick and desperate, her heart pounding as she rushed out the door.The hallway felt endless, each step heavy with fear and urgency. Jungeun’s mind raced, the image of Chaeyeon’s broken face haunting her. Her sweet, strong Chaeyeon, who always tried to handle everything on her own. Jungeun’s throat tightened, tears pricking at her eyes as she quickened her pace.No matter what it took, no matter who she had to fight, she would protect her. Because Chaeyeon was her daughter. And no one hurt her daughter without facing the consequences.
  
  

    
      
        
        
          JUNGEUN MOMMA BEAR MODE ACTIVATEDhow was this chapter :DDDDlet me know what you think in the comments!thanks for stopping by UwU'
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