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69. Jeon Somi X Reader

• First Snow •

1000+ words

A little bit of fluff and a hint of nsfw

Your breath evaporated in small clouds as you stood on the curb, hands deep in your pockets in a weak attempt to combat the cold, thank god you had remembered to wear your beanie otherwise your brain would have frozen to the point of impairing thought, and at the moment all you could do was think about how your girlfriend was characteristically not on time. You were about to face the cold and pull your phone out of your pocket to check for any updates when familiar headlights peeped down your street, the huge white Mercedes stopping precisely in front of you.

“Babyyy!” You weren’t even fully in the car when a pair of excited arms wrapped around your frame, Somi’s loud squeals of joy reverberating in the confined space, her sweet perfume filling your senses as she dragged you over the console, your face pressed against her warm body, she let you go for a second just to grab your cold face in her welcoming hands and litter it with feathery kisses, a grunt of disapproval tumbling out of you as she pecked everywhere but where you wanted her the most. In a bid to overpower her excited being you brought your hands up to hers, pulled them away from your lipstick stained face and brought them to your chest. She was about to retaliate when you pressed your lips softly against hers, humming in approval as you started the familiar dance, her lips moving delicately against your own, you pulled away only as your chest burned for air, foreheads touching, you couldn’t help but close your eyes and just feel, something you hadn’t gotten the chance to do in weeks due to your girlfriend being wildly busy promoting her latest single.

As if reading your thoughts Somi’s sinuous fingers came up to your face, lightly tracing a pattern from your brows, down to your jawline and finally pressing against your now lightly swollen lips,

“I missed you so much.” Her excitement had clearly dissipated as she revelled in the moment, she had suffered this time apart from you more than she had expected to, so being finally able to hold you like this felt like what she imagined the first sip of water after being stranded in a desert for days must feel like.

“I missed you too, so, so, so much…” gently grasping a lock of her soft hair between your index and your thumb a small toothed smile spread across your face,

“You’re so blonde.”

Somi found herself smiling with you, her heart beating so fast she was afraid you might hear it. She never knew love could feel this visceral, just seeing you smile made her stomach do backflips, and your laugh, God no matter how much she tried, there was no way she could put into words how your laugh made her feel, it was almost embarrassing how hard she had fallen.

“I’m watching all your stages you know, my mom is getting tired of seeing you on tv, she said once you finish this round of promotions you need to wait at least two weeks before stopping by, she’s so sick of seeing you everywhere.”

A boisterous laugh echoed through the car as Somi pulled away from you, her eyes sparkling, “I’m glad you don’t feel the same babe, that would be tragic.” Settling in the leather car seat you buckled your seatbelt, your girlfriend’s gaze stuck on you, “I’m so proud of you sometimes it feels like my chest might explode when I watch you performing.” A dark blush dusted her cheeks at your words, making sure the heating was high enough for you, she passed you her phone, giving you the responsibility of being designated deejay, and she drove off. She just drove, not sure where you were going, but getting lost in conversation, catching up on everything she had missed out on during the past few weeks, her hand occasionally finding your thigh, squeezing it gently, reminding yourself that you were there, with her, real and beautiful and happy.

Somi was in the middle of telling you about some prank her dancers had organized backstage at her latest performance, words tumbling out of her mouth in a dramatic tone when you noticed the first snowflake, the sky had gone dark, and the city lights had come alive, and as one fell another followed, a small gasp of wonder falling from your lips. In no time Somi parked the car, you watched her carefully as she geared up, first the face mask, then the bucket hat, then you helped her put on the scarf you had bought her not too long ago, wrapping it gently around her neck before pulling her closer to you just to steal another few kisses, her warm breath fanning your lips, “You sure this is alright?”

“Of course, it’s perfect.” You scanned her chocolate orbs for any trace of doubt, not finding anything you made your way out. The snow was falling heavier than ever as you walked along the river bank, the taller girl’s fingers intertwined with your own, you walked in silence, every once in a while encountering a couple who had thought to do the same as you, you couldn’t help but marvel at how nice it felt to do something so ordinary with Somi, it wasn’t often you got to walk around Seoul hand in hand, not being terrified of people taking photos or pointing fingers.

The stroll came to an end faster than what you would have liked when you found yourself in front of her car again. The blonde girl in a swift move had her hands around your waist, pushing gently until your back hit the snow-covered hood of her car, her name tumbling from your lips in a gasp as she pressed her body close to yours. She brought one of her hands to her face and swiftly pulled her mask down, waiting for you to the same, she glanced wearily to the side before melting into you, your warm breaths mixing together in the cold night, your fingers toying with the soft baby hairs at the back of her neck as your lips crashed together in a desperate manner. Somi’s right hand made its way to your inner thigh, pushing hard enough to create a space for her thigh to slip into, you couldn’t help but moan into her mouth at the feeling of her against your core. Her tongue moved against your own in a bruising kiss, a sense of dizziness overtaking your senses as she pressed her thigh impossibly closer to you, your hips rolling against her, another moan came from deep within you, loud enough for Somi to immediately snap out of the spell your body had her under, she pulled away so fast she almost gave herself whiplash, her eyes darkened with lust scanned you from head to toe, your cheeks were flushed, teeth digging into your swollen lower lip, she was fully aware of heat in the pit of her stomach, oh how she had missed you, she wanted it to show you how much, she wanted you to feel the immense fire you had started within her. She could never put into words what she felt, but for now, this would suffice. “Let’s go to my place, I don’t have to be anywhere before noon.”

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I'm glad you're back!

Hahaha thanks❤️‍🔥

Imma stay for a while too

Just gotta get into the rhythm

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Still here, still gay.

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68. Hwang Yeji x Reader

•Three Words•

789 words

Short, I felt like writing

Warnings: cursing

“I love you.”

Three simple words that convey probably the most simple and simultaneously complicated state of being a person can experience.

Words that to some people came easy, while you on the other hand, well all you could do is repeat them in your head like mantra, every moment of the day, since that evening in your apartment, when Yeji had whispered those words in your ear, arms wrapped tightly around your frame, your favourite quiz show playing in the background.

Background is the most appropriate word to use since as soon as you had locked eyes with her, there was only her. Everything else had disappeared, your heartbeat beating so hard in your ears you were certain she could hear it, and the painful anticipation swimming in her chocolate orbs. Yet as your lips parted no sound came out, why couldn’t you just say it back?

Why did it feel like your throat was closing, chest tightening, both of you holding your breath, Yeji’s gaze shifting almost immediately in response to your behaviour, a flash of regret was gone as fast as it came, and suddenly it felt like you were watching everything from a third point of view, Yeji’s slim fingers grazing under your shirt, her forehead touching yours.

Your name slipping of the tip of her tongue in the gentlest way you had ever heard your girlfriend speak. At that one word you were back in your body, fully focused on the wonderous woman that was holding you close to her, your fingers delicately tracing the outlines of her features, heat pooling in your fingertips.

“Please don’t feel pressured to say it back y/n, I just really needed you to know it, to say it… to...” you felt the corners of your mouth raise slightly as she stumbled on her words, Yeji always thought so hard on how to put her feelings into a coherent sentence, , something you both loved and hated , her eyebrows furrowing, her eyes suddenly closed . She often held back, but that night was different.

“…Fuck. I just love you, and I know how you’ve been hurt before, but these feeling of mine, they’re not going anywhere, and I just need you to know. Or… I don’t know… let’s just act like I never said anything in the first place.”

The slight panic in her voice made your heart twist, before she could pull away you drew her in even closer by bring her lips to yours, hoping that was enough for her to understand, you had never been good with words, but hopefully this would be enough. “I’m sorry I…” once more her soft lips where on your own, “It’s okay baby, take your time.”

Days had passed since, and it was so hard for you to think about anything else, of course Yeji had noticed the shift in your behaviour, and it scared her, not being able to tell what was going on behind those eyes she adored, but she also trusted you would figure it out, she trusted you, she loved you.

You were sitting side by side on the underground, you had walked from the bar you worked at to the JYPE building as you often did when Yeji trained at night, so you could go back to your apartment together, it had become a routine that you loved, seeing her face light up as soon as she spotted you waiting for her, you loved just being around Yeji, and as her warm hands held yours, squashed between both of your outer thighs, your head resting on her shoulder, it just came out.

“I love you too.”

You couldn’t help but laugh as you caught her eyes widening in shock from the reflection on the windows opposite where you were sitting, even with her beautiful smile hidden behind her black face mask, her eyes were more than enough for you to see the joy. Her hand squeezing yours so hard you almost yelped.

“Why the hell would you say that here?”

“It just came out!”

Yeji felt her heart swelling at your words, electricity flowing through her entire body, from head to toes, she almost felt as though she could cry, but of course, you were in public, so instead she resorted to punching you hard in the arm,

“You have no idea how hard it is to just sit here and not kiss you right now.” She whispered in your ears, trying her hardest to act as collected as possible,

“This is not fair.” Yeji noticed your cheeks reddening at her statement, you looked up to her holding so many emotions in your eyes she almost felt overwhelmed, “Good job you love me then.”

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67. Lisa x Reader

*The Job of a lifetime*

2000+ words

Warnings: cursing

When you had first shared your plan to move to the capital with your mother, for some reason the first words that left her mouth were: “Spring days in Seoul are the most enjoyable period of the year, when the cherry trees blossom and the air is crisp.” Her eyes melting into small crescent moons, a kind smile illuminating her soft features, she knew it meant that from that moment on she would find herself alone in your once always loud and full childhood home, but she didn’t mind, in fact she was proud, the youngest of three leaving the nest just after graduation. Ever since you were a toddler your mom had done everything possible to make sure you and your two brothers could live a life that made you happy, money and success had never meant much to any of you, it was always about doing something you loved. That’s why your mom had spent fifteen years of her life picking you up from dance class in her rusty old green beetle from Monday to Friday, attending every recital, sewing your clothes together, applying cream to your bruised legs. She knew that’s how you wanted to live, always on your tiptoes, sometimes on your knees, often on your backside, and so she supported you.

Now her kind words were replaying in your head on a loop, your heartbeat ringing in your ears echoed by your feet hitting the concrete at full speed. You struggled to find a reason as to way karma was battering you so hard, on the morning of probably the most important day of your life so far, not only had you poured spoiled milk onto your cereal, you had also been left stranded by your bus because of a punctured tire. You hated running, you truly believed there was a specific ring in hell for those who enjoyed the satanic activity of jogging, yet on this day you were running like no woman had ever run before. By some divine miracle you had managed to push through to the final interview round for a position as first dance assistant to one of the most renowned choreographers in the country, hundreds of extremely talented dancers had applied for the sought after position, today only twelve were left, eleven if you didn’t make it before the doors to the dance studio closed. By a stroke of luck you reached those doors as attendance was being called, bowing as you entered the room you zoomed pass the examiners, swiftly joining the eleven other girls, their gazes on you like starving vultures, you tried to control your breathing as you sat down on the last free plastic chair, in the corner where the huge dance mirror met the wall, you held your tattered dance bag to your chest, trying to regain your composure.

You dared to lift your eyes from the ground only as your name was called, a crystal clear voice cutting through the tense atmosphere, raising your hand you tried to muster up some confidence, failing as soon as your eyes met the ones of the owner of said voice. Lisa Manoban, in a simple white crop top and high wasted jeans her lean figure seemed to glow, a strict expression plastered on her stoic face, she scanned you from head to toe, you thought you heard her kiss her teeth at you as she sighed, “Give me one reason not to kick you out this second for arriving late.”

Tilting your head slightly you bit back a smile, Lisa’s eyebrows lifting in surprise,

“You haven’t seen me dance.”

A sharp gasp came from one of the girls sitting next to you, Lisa’s lips pressing in a thin line, eyes piercing through you, she gave you a quick nod, sitting down herself on the wooden floor,

“You’re going last Y/SN.”

You couldn’t hide the small smile that appeared on your face as you heard your surname coming from her mouth, and unknowingly to you, it had also caught someone else’s attention. Being last was never fun, your nerves rising as you carefully observed every girl stand in the middle of the room, performing a freestyle dance to a song of Lisa’s choice, you could read the anxiety in their eyes as the most complicated tunes poured out of the speakers, unrecognizable beats filling the space, Lisa’s eyes wouldn’t leave their body for one millisecond, her dark pupils following every single movement, as if she was looking for something very specific. Once the girl finished, she would be sent back to her place with a court nod, not a word coming from the stone-cold figure of Lisa Manoban.

It didn’t seem to go any differently as you stepped up to the small white X taped onto the floor, your fingers trembling as they played with the laces hanging from your sides, your mom had helped you pick out the outfit last night via video call, her encouraging words coming back to your mind, you took a few steady breaths as the older woman in front of you pressed play on her phone, you closed your eyes as the melodic notes typical of south Asian music filled your ears, your feet seemed to move even before your mind told them to, letting your nervousness fall off your body in fluid movements you focused on the strange melody that seemed to run through your veins, your focused gaze falling on Lisa after every twirl, you felt your body as light as a feather as you made the small space around you your own, ending your moves inches away from Lisa and her team. As the music came to halt you found yourself on the ground, slightly out of breath, your fingers hanging delicately from your collarbones, you smiled widely, bowing twice before making your way back to your seat, aware of a pair of eyes glued to your figure.

A woman in her late fifties took you quite by surprise as she invited all of you to wait outside, the selected candidate would be informed straight away. You all made your way out, a few girls breaking down in tears as soon as the door was shut behind you, others calling their parents, you made your way to the water dispenser just at the end of the corridor, pouring yourself a cup, you couldn’t help but chew on your lower lip, your nerves slowly coming back, the cool water alleviating your stress ever so slightly, you hadn’t even finished the cup when a tall figure appeared next to you, patting you on the back, Lisa didn’t even stop as she made her way out of the building, her words making you lose your grasp on the half empty cup of water that slipped through your fingers,

“See you on Monday in my studio, 9 am sharp Y/n, you’re late, you’re fired.”

Your name was echoed by the same woman who had asked you to leave the room, her gaze falling on you as also did that of eleven girls who had just missed out on the opportunity of a lifetime.

Monday morning you opened the doors to your dream job precisely at half past eight, wanting to avoid at all costs any sort of tardiness, you knew you had a lot to make up for, you greeted the two young girls at the reception desk with a big smile, you introduced yourself briefly, which seemed to take them by surprise before making your way to the fourth floor, a welcome email had described pretty well what your job entailed, where you had to go and the hours you were required to put in, passing by your boss’s office you were quite surprised to see it empty, as you knew classes didn’t start until half nine. Curiosity got the best of you as you started exploring the various studios and classes on the floor, all of them more modern than any dance studio you had ever practiced in, that was to be expected knowing how much these kids payed to enter the dance academy. As you walked along the empty corridor the faintest of sound reached your ears, following it once again driven by sheer curiosity you opened another door onto the biggest practice room you had seen yet, in the middle of it a slim figure sat on the ground, long legs sprawled out in front of her, enveloped in a pair of black cargo pants, you could tell she was out of breath by the way her back raised at a fast pace, head hanging low, a cascade of raven hair falling along her shoulders.

“Doesn’t tying your hair up sound like a good idea while practicing?”

The older girl didn’t even flinch at the sound of your voice, her head moving slightly to peek at her watch, not even sparing a quick glance in your direction,

“You’re early, I wasn’t expecting that.”

Shuffling in front of her you held your hand out, your eyes searching for hers, she finally looked up at you, the faintest of smiles on her face as she grabbed onto your hand, your palm almost tingling at the feeling of her warm skin against your own.

“I’m full of surprises miss Manoban.”

Struggling to keep up with her fast pace, you followed her all the way to her office, your gaze following her every movement as she sat down gracefully, wiping her slightly damp face with a small white cloth, she pulled out a lipstick from one of her drawers, reapplying it carefully, she smacked her lips twice before leaning back into her chair, her intense gaze scrutinizing your still standing figure from head to toe.

“You know Y/N, you’re the first ever dancing assistant in the history of the academy not to actually have graduated from here, some people aren’t very pleased with that, so I hope you will prove yourself.”

Taken aback by the sudden statement you smiled at the teacher, almost feeling sorry for her, you could see the hardships she had gone through just by looking into her chocolate eyes,

“You see miss, I have nothing to prove, I am not here to prove myself, I’m here to work hard, and earn your respect, but let me get this straight, I don’t have to show to anyone that I deserve to be here, because I could tell, that those eleven girls at the interview last week had no idea what having to build yourself up from zero means. If people actually got into the academy because of talent and perseverance, then rest assured that I would have been top of the class, but since one can enter only because of money, background and privilege, I have had to find other ways to learn.”

Lisa’s eyes widened at your words, her mouth opening slightly before she shook her head, keeping her opinion to herself she got on her feet, her hands resting on her hips, her whole aura expressing pure confidence,

“That’s why I chose you Y/n, I think you and I will get on great.”

Sauntering towards you her arms crossed in front of her chest, she stopped just mere inches away from your face, the smallest of smiles painted on her kind features, her long fingers delicately moving a strand of your hair behind your ear, your cheeks burning at the closeness,

“And you can call me Lisa.”

Working with Lisa proved itself harder than you had first imagined, although the job itself was physically demanding it was Lisa’s attitude that seemed to tire you out the most, the girl was the most hot and cold person you had ever met. She could go from messing around with you in her office for an entire hour to becoming an impenetrable fortress during her lessons, never allowing herself to smile in front of the younger students, her stone cold face and harsh criticism making it very easy for them to dislike her.

It’s because of that exact reason you found yourself staying in the almost empty studio with a handful of kids after midnight, not feeling comfortable enough to ask Lisa for help they would come to you, knowing the older woman would only accept perfection, some of the kids needed an extra hand, a friendly smile and some encouraging words to achieve that. The late hours unfortunately started to take a toll, your mom had been the first to point it out, she had come to visit you one weekend and immediately noticed how your cheeks seemed more hollow than the last time she saw you and you were dragging your feet more than you used to, laughing it off you blamed it on the city’s food, because nobody could ever cook like your mother, of course she hadn’t bought it, but you had managed to send her back home before she got too inquisitive on the matter.

The second person to notice your exhaustion was none other than your boss. Lisa had come to pay a lot of attention to you in the last couple of months, more than she would ever like to admit, she had noticed how your feet suddenly didn’t seem as light as they were a couple of weeks prior, your twirls weren’t as precise, and your smile not as bright as the first time she saw you dance. The situation unfortunately escalated one morning in the middle of august, the city heat had rendered life quite unbearable, and the fatigue that rattled your bones felt heavier than ever before. Lisa had asked you to help her come up with a new routine for one of her advanced classes, and so you found yourself spinning around the studio at seven in the morning, Lisa’s eyes trained on your figure, she was about to tell you to slow down when she noticed your moves get sloppier, your legs shaking, your vision started going blurry and just before your legs gave out underneath you, strong arms wrapped around your waist, her sweet scent overpowering your confused senses as she slowly pulled you to the ground with her. Lisa tried her best not to go into panic mode as she held your limp body in her arms, she rested your back against her chest, one of her hands stroked your soft hair gently as her other passed you a bottle of water.

“It’s okay Y/N just drink some water, don’t try to get up yet.”

As your vision got clearer, so did your mind, and soon enough you were very aware of Lisa’s heart beating against your back, her fingers shaking ever so lightly as she caressed you.

“I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to scare you.”

Your soft voice made Lisa’s insides tingle, resting her forehead against your shoulder a sudden wave of emotions seemed to crash onto her, all she could think about, all she could hear, see and feel was you, her lips millimetres away from your bare shoulder blades. Overwhelmed, she got up on her feet, ignoring your lost gaze trailing after her,

“Damn Y/N you need to look after yourself, I can’t always be on the look out for you, making sure you don’t pass out during my lessons. Just imagine the shit show if you were to leave me to do these classes on my own.”

She hated herself for the venom that spewed out of her mouth sometimes, she didn’t quite know why her mind seemed to find the worst way possible to deal with her emotions, it was usually bratty teens that would face the rear end of her bitterness and that didn’t affect her as much, but in that moment, as you struggled to lift yourself off the floor, tears brimming in the corner of your sweet eyes, Lisa absolutely loathed herself.

“If you weren’t so busy being an ice-cold bitch and actually let your students be students I wouldn’t have to spend every fucking night working extra hours to make up for your lack of professionality.”

Your words bounced off the mirrors of the practice room, Lisa froze in shock at your revelation as you stormed out of the studio, regretting your harsh words as soon as you had said them, you told the girls at reception that you would be taking a couple of days off due to personal reasons. Once at home you gathered your thoughts, realizing the only reason Lisa’s words had gotten to you was because you really, really liked her, you loved being by her side every day, spending your lunch breaks together in her office, dancing so close to her that your bodies almost became one. You had fallen, pretty hard, and by the way she had spoken to you earlier, you figured it was a one-sided kind of thing, and that hurt pretty bad.

You spent the entire day doing absolutely nothing, you wanted to rest but your thoughts were racing at a hundred miles per hour, it was late at night when you actually managed to settle down, wearing your favourite sweatpants and a sports bra you hacked away at a tub of vanilla ice cream, watching some random nature documentary on Netflix. The insistent ringing of your doorbell interrupted your much needed chill time, and unwillingly you trudged to the front door, your face turning pale as the person who had occupied your mind for the entire day stood in front of you, her usual Jansport bag hanging from her shoulder, black bangs sticking to her forehead due to the heat outside, her chocolate eyes staring apologetically out you.

You tried to shut the door immediately, trying your hardest to avoid the imminent confrontation, but Lisa jammed her foot inside, a small yelp escaping her as the door trapped her leg. Swinging it back open immediately to check if she was alright, Lisa took advantage of your moment of weakness and stormed in, trapping you between the wall and herself, her eyes staring directly into your own.

“Let me apologize please.”

The fast rise and fall of her chest gave away the fact that she was just as nervous as you were, her pearly white teeth sunk into her lower lip, your pupils following her every move, Lisa took a big breath, trying to steady her nerves,

“I’m sorry, the kids explained to me what has been going on, and I’m truly sorry, you were right, I was being unprofessional.”

Her sincere gaze suddenly became hard for you to hold, your head lowering as her face inched closer,

“But there’s a reason for that Y/N.”

Her fingers shook ever so slightly as they caressed your face, reaching your chin she tilted your head, her lips so close to yours you could feel her warmth breath,

“I like you like crazy.”

You couldn’t stop yourself even if you wanted to, closing the gap between your two faces, your lips enveloping Lisa’s soft ones, fingers tangling in her silky waves, you sighed into the kiss, eliciting a small hum of appreciation from the taller girl, whose arms wrapped around your waist tightly, her cold fingers grazing the small of your back. You pulled away from her just when breathing became an issue, your lips tingling. Lisa’s fingers desperately searching for yours, bringing them to her lips and placing the softest kisses on each of your knuckles, a huge smile spread on your face, your cheeks almost hurting.

“I think I might like you too.”

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Hi hi, are you writing at all?

Yes I am, but I am also working mornings and evenings, waitressing, which sucks, but I still love writing so just stick w me for a little longer guys ❤️

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I’m a little gay

I’m a little monster! 🖤

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which country do u live in?

Atm Italiaaaa 🇮🇹

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wait how old are you

20

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i would date u 🙋‍♀️ but im a potato

Good job I love potatoes then 😉

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Today is a good day

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