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WHEN LIFE GIVES YOU TANGERINES (2025) Dir. KIM WON-SEOK If She Can't Even Ride A Tricycle, She'll Just

WHEN LIFE GIVES YOU TANGERINES (2025) dir. KIM WON-SEOK If she can't even ride a tricycle, she'll just live in the kitchen the rest of her days. I want Geum-myeong to have everything.

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purple and green strobes light up the dimly lit basement, people mesh together in a blurred blob of grey. the party is in full swing, music loud and sweaty bodies grinding and dancing on each other. i was off my head. completely drunk. after downing many shots, winning multiple rounds of beer pong and successfully out drinking my friends i could barely see straight. my best friend Kai slings an arm around my shoulder from where i’m sitting in the corner of the room, her dark skin beautifully contrasting my own pale complexion.

‘you enjoying the party babe?’ she shouts over the music, giving me a squeeze.

‘most fun i’ve had in weeks,’ i yell back, my words slurring together.

Kai and her boyfriend Felix had organised the party, a final farewell gig after we had finished exams. Kai had been begging me for weeks to come out partying with her but i had declined each time opting to stay home with my boyfriend Oliver.

‘where’s Fifi?’ i question, using our silly nickname for her boyfriend.

‘probably somewhere with Farleigh and Venetia,’ she replies, taking a sip of her brightly coloured drink.

as the words leave her lips Felix can be seen making his way through the sea of sweaty bodies toward Kai and i. when he is beside Kai he ducks down and gives her a chaste kiss on the lips, slipping his hand down her back and onto her ass in the process.

‘ey,’ she warns, breaking the kiss, ‘behave.’

‘i am,’ he smirks, dipping his head back down and kissing her once more.

‘i’m here Fifi. stop stealing my girl,’ i stand and almost fall but he grabs my elbow and steadies me.

‘don’t call me Fifi,’ he warns, moving his hand from my elbow when i am standing on my own, ‘are you okay y/n? you look… rough.’

i scoff, ‘yes Fifi, i’m,’ i hiccup, ‘great.’

‘right,’ he stretches out the ‘i’ and rolls his eyes.

‘i am,’ i turn to Kai, ‘tell him Kai.’

‘babe you are off your head. have some water.’

‘i’m fine,’ i assure the both of them but i soon need to sit down as the room begins to spin.

i get huddled up in the seat and my eyes begin to shut. before they close i see Felix pull his phone out of his pocket but i think nothing of it.

what feels like two seconds later i am being shaken awake, the music has now stopped and the room is still lowly lit. Oliver stands in front of me. my Oliver. his blue eyes filled with worry, brown hair a mess, he’s wearing a suit. he looks delicious.

‘y/n, baby, are you okay?’ he asks, panic sounding in his voice.

‘Oliver, you’re here,’ i smile but it soon fades, ‘why are you here?’

‘dinner finished early, Felix texted me. you passed out my love,’ panic is still evident in his tone but it has lessened significantly.

‘i missed you,’ i shoot forward and crush him in a hug.

‘i missed you too,’ he stumbles a little when i collide into him but he steadies himself quickly, ‘lets go home baby.’

i nod my head and he picks me up, manoeuvring me so i’m situated comfortably, and carries me to his car.

when we get home it’s as if all the alcohol i had consumed during the party had come back into my system for a round two. my head was spinning and i was stumbling when i walked with Oliver to the front door.

‘go to bed baby, i’ll be there in a minute,’ he takes my shoes off of my feet, kisses my head and leaves me to go into the kitchen.

i don’t listen to him however, opting instead to pulling the pink dress off of my body, my bra and thong following it quickly. i make my way towards the kitchen when Oliver is stood in front of the open fridge.

‘Oliver,’ i call out his name, ‘can you help me please?’

‘yeah baby what’s up?’ he turns to me, his eyes immediately widening when he sees the lack of clothing on my body.

‘i need you Oliver,’ i continue walking towards him.

‘baby we can’t, you’ve been drinking,’ he averts his gaze from my breasts and looks into my eyes.

‘please Oliver. touch me,’ i can feel my stomach swirling with need, ‘you look so good in your suit. i want you to do things to me.’

when i reach him he has side stepped away from the fridge and shut it.

‘i’m craving you Oliver. i need you to fuck me,’ i all but beg, placing my hand on his shoulder.

‘go to bed y/n,’ he brushes me off, not even looking at me.

i feel my stomach drop. he doesn’t want me. my eyes get glassy and i turn from him, hugging my arms around my body. i go up to our bedroom and crawl into bed. i silently cry til i hear him open the door, i pretend to be asleep. he moves over to the dresser drawers across from the bed and begins taking off his suit, neatly folding them and putting them on top of the dresser no doubt to put them in the washing machine tomorrow. he comes over to my side of the bed and i flinch when she gives me a kiss on the forehead.

‘you’re still awake?’ he crouches in front of me, boxers are the only thing he wears.

i don’t open my eyes, still faking sleep.

‘baby,’ he murmurs, dragging a finger down my cheek, ‘i know you’re awake.’

i open my eyes and look at him, the only light coming from the lamp beside him. he studies my face and gives me a light frown.

‘you’ve been crying,’ he sounds disappointed.

at his tone a few more tears escape my eyes, his lips part and he wipes the tears away with the pad of his thumb.

‘why are you crying baby?’

‘you don’t want me,’ i choke out, closing my eyes and moving my head away from his hand.

‘i do want you, i want you so bad my love,’ he assures, ‘it just doesn’t feel right having sex with you when you’re drunk. that’s all. do you understand?’ i open my eyes as his hand cups my jaw to tilt my head up so i am looking at him.

i nod my head, the alcohol still fogging my thoughts. he gives me a slow kiss on the lips and releases my jaw from his hand, moving to his side of the bed and sliding in. he grabs me and pulls my body into his own. i curl up to him and he presses a kiss to the top of my head.

‘i love you y/n,’ he whispers into my hair, his hands fiddling with the ends.

‘i love you too Oliver,’ i reply, my eyes suddenly feeling heavy.

‘i’ll tell you what,’ he pulls away from my head and i look up at him, ‘as soon as you’re fully sober, we can do every dirty little thought in that pretty head of yours.’

i don’t respond to him, instead pulling him into a kiss.

i love Oliver Quick.

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ofc i had to include @lovandr as Felix’s girlfriend 🙏🙏