#‹ featuring › — ❝ miyeon go. ❞

[prael]

A Bargain To Remember

Kinktember Day 13: Car sex

(G)I-DLE Miyeon x male reader smut

words: 4,950 Kinktember Masterlist

"Finally, a face to the name."

You know all about Miyeon, of course. She's the type of girl whose face is plastered on every screen and every street in every corner of the galaxy, a darling of the interplanetary conglomerates. From the spaceports to even the most downtrodden of back-alleys, you can probably find her face on some poster or flyer or some massive digital billboard high above you—those corporate powers that be sure want to squeeze as much out of her as possible.

The surprise is that she knows you.

Of course, it's on those screens, or the ones at home, or the ones in their pockets, that most people become acquainted with a girl like Miyeon. Those glossy eyes, her effervescent smile, her delicate but fierce features, of course, they leave an impression. They sell you dreams, products and promises. That's why you can find her all over the place—but the versions of her you can interact with— ones to purchase and enjoy—are another beast altogether.

"Can I help you, miss?" you feign ignorance of her identity as she takes the chair at the other end of your desk.

"I would like to make a purchase."

"A purchase? From me? What could I possibly offer to someone like you? I sell scrap electronics to junkies and fix the broken implants of low-life thugs. How could that possibly interest you?"

She crosses her legs, and says, "Don't play with me. I have seen your work, quite the artist you are, though I wouldn't say you exactly have my mannerisms down. The curve of my mouth, the cadence of my voice—not exactly up to par with the real deal. But as fakes go, you do well with what you have."

You scratch at the back of your head and then catch a bead of sweat forming at your temple, "Think you have the wrong guy, miss. You're talking AI and Virts here. Not my thing, definitely not my forte."

She's quiet as you look around at anything but her face. The grey concrete walls and steel beam of the roof are awfully fascinating suddenly, and then the holos playing on loop above the screens of your makeshift booth—really anything than to have to admit that your life's work consists of making and selling forgeries of people like her. She knows why she's here—the least you could do is be brave and admit to your craft.

"I tried your work myself. Quite the experience. Can't say I ever planned on fucking myself—but well, there's a first time for everything I guess."

There's enough power across your desk to not only shut you down and make it so the only tech you would ever touch again is a pair of electrified cuffs at best, and at worst she could have you put down and silently disposed.

Miyeon continues, "As I say, it wasn't entirely accurate, I'm not actually that loud or aggressive, for the record. But it was fun, so if you're thinking I'm about to expose you, not the case—I'm actually here to invest in your skill. Your art is fun, and I dare say your tastes in women, are spot on."

You let out a small nervous laugh and then say, "I don't usually take requests."

Her pink-painted lips, the gloss shimmering slightly from the bright fluorescent overhead light, form into a delicate, mischievous grin. "I'm willing to make you an offer, one you won't refuse. You get me what I want, and I'll license your work. Think about it. An official Miyeon VirtueX™, think of how lucrative an asset that could be. The whole galaxy's lining up to get a taste—and you would be the only real supply."

You lean forward in your chair to peer at her and ask, "Let's say I was who you think I am, what is it that you want from me?"

"What I want from you," she pauses and tilts her head, her eyes glance across your features briefly and her tongue traces the edges of her teeth. "Is to show me the past." She places a drive on the desk—old-tech, the kind that would never run on any kind of systems that are sold today. "You can get this working, right?"

"Is that a government stamp?" You point to the symbol on the drive. "I plug that in and I'll have execution squads here in under a minute."

"It's all above board. Officially disposed and untracked. I just need to live it, once." Her voice is quiet and pensive.

"Alright. Deal. But those two lumps of metal you call bodyguards have to stay out there, and you're coming through to my studio. If I'm gonna help, you have to play by my rules."

She flashes you a winning smile. You thought you had her pegged down but all this has proved you wrong—there was more to Miyeon than the flashy clothes and the blinding lights, a lot more. And your curiosity is getting the better of you now.

"You know, you're only the third person to ever step in here," you open up the secret passage into the back room, and gesture for Miyeon to step in.

You close the door behind you both and feel the heavy metal slide lock with a hiss.

"The first was me, naturally, and the second left it in a body bag a few years ago."

She doesn't flinch, just brushes past you and sits on the edge of your desk, running a finger along the steel as if surveying the conditions of your equipment. "Hard to imagine you make the stuff you do from a place like this," she says.

"The drive," you say as you hold out a hand.

She passes it over and you examine the shape and material. Most drives these days are designed to interface with neural implant ports or organic docks directly—this is true vintage work. It might have been what some would have called groundbreaking tech a hundred or so years ago. You hook the little device up to your primary work machine and start running tests.

She slides off the table, her hands resting on your shoulders. She bends down, her body pressed into yours as she murmurs near your ear. "How is it?"

"A mess. But a fixable mess. Should have something you can use soon enough."

Miyeon breathes gently in your ear before placing a hand on your arm, "Please, whatever you do, do not look at the contents. It's personal, just let me view it, and live it, one last time. Then you can lock it away again for all eternity and erase the copy from your server. And then you get exactly what you want from me."

You breathe in deeply, a mixture of her perfume and the thick oily scent of hot electronics flooding your brain. "Whatever, it's none of my business anyway. Now take a seat will you." You nod to the chair on the other side of the room.

The drive whirrs softly and a data scan runs to gather all the fragmented encryptions left behind on the device. Miyeon lies flat back on your chair and waits for you to connect her—she holds out her forearm expectantly.

"Come on then," she smiles sweetly and pulls a loose curl behind her ear.

You clamp your eyes tight and inhale. "Here goes nothing." You run the system at the push of a button and all the data you scraped compiles in a memory, one for Miyeon and Miyeon alone to relive. You walk over, drawing the connection from the chair and readying to insert it into her arm. "Connections like these, they can hurt, okay? Are you ready?"

"Do it." She's insistent.

A quick stab of your fingers later and the tiny prongs slide into the barely visible organic slot on her skin. Her head tosses violently and for the first time, there's fear on her face. But as soon as you have her connected, her eyelids begin to flutter. You sit a while, watching her as a million synapses all spark to life behind rolling eyes—whatever the moment is, she is in it. You leave her in peace and sit back at your workstation, waiting.

There's an artificial sensation of the atmosphere becoming slightly humid all around, the lights are a soft pastel blue, and the world is swathed in cotton wool. Silent. You find yourself completely frozen in time. It drags and yet somehow comes to a finish just as you're still adjusting to the quietude.

Miyeon's connection beeps and you turn around, removing the port from your system. She pulls the connection from her arm.

"So, tell me, was it worth the trip down memory lane? You get everything you wanted?" You unplug the old-school hardware and await the confirmation that all the corrupted data's safely expunged from your hard drives.

"Almost everything. But most things, in the end, never get a happy ending, do they?"

"Sounds heavy. The stuff that happened on there, pretty rough, huh."

Her pupils are dilated, the whites of her eyes flooded red. "Like you wouldn't believe." Miyeon climbs from the chair, finding her feet back in the real world after living in another for a precious few minutes. She blinks twice and there's a distinct film over her corneas.

"So that's it? My end of the bargain was fulfilled. And I get my licensed content?"

Miyeon turns and you wonder if that's a tear that's been cast down her cheek. "Sealed and guaranteed. Now let's give you some real data to work with. The right anatomical model, an authentic Miyeon behavioural pattern, every single unique vocal calibration, every erogenous spot, every subtle expression in real-time—have it all. One more condition. I have another memory, a real one in my head, if you make me relive that, you can record it and scrub every detail you need. Are we agreed?"

You nod. "Done. Sit there and we'll connect."

"You're going to manually record?"

"How do you think I get it all so accurate?" you tell her with a smug smile.

She sits and gives a nod. "If it's got to be done." You take a seat behind her, and you both reach over your shoulder to pull the neural connector into your napes and slot them in.

A brief flash of many realities as you slip into her consciousness and she welcomes you to her memory.

A calm setting, sitting in a car, you were driving and she's in the passenger seat. You're parked beside a winding hillside road and looking out over a city. A city you don't recognise. Miyeon's fingers dancing across your thigh with a suggestive gentleness, a sly smile.

"Where are we?" you ask.

"Seoul." Miyeon smiles.

"When are we?"

"2024."

"2024? That's over seventy years ago!"

She laughs. "Yeah? You wanted the real authentic Miyeon, didn't you?"

"Sure, but in 2024? That's just unbelievable. You look the same. How are you so—"

She leans close and traces a finger across the line of your jaw. She stares directly into your eyes and says, "We'll worry about the details later. Right now, you want what I've promised, and you've come this far, so you know what has to be done. We're already where we need to be."

Your senses are engulfed in an emotion and memories that are not your own. All a simulation and all a vivid and overwhelming experience. You're in love with her, that's the overriding feeling—the feeling of whoever she was really with at this time.

"This is the memory of the best sex of my life." She leans close to whisper to you. "So do try your best."

"This is just..." You don't get to finish, she's grabbed your shirt and pulled you close. She kisses you deeply. There is nothing of the daintiness or composure that you're used to, you've lost all your will and she is dragging you out of control. You find yourself consumed with an overwhelming and perplexing ecstasy and the idea of restraint or of reason seems unimportant now. You're driven purely by passion and by instinct—she has to have you and you have to have her, it's almost a compulsion. She's yanking off her seatbelt and reaching for your trousers, clawing at them desperately.

And just like that, you're scrambling at each other's clothes, almost frantic. You have the sensation of her breath across your face, the heat of her lips against your skin. Hands, everywhere. Exploring the curves of her body. A hungry desperation to peel back every layer of fabric to feel more, and more of her. She bites your bottom lip and looks at you with pleading eyes.

"I want you and I want you now." Her lips move like liquid lust and her hand like electricity, the energy tingles when she wraps her fingers around your cock and pulls it free from your pants.

She gasps and then giggles as if pleasantly surprised, a cute and kittenish squeal, she hums with her own approval of her actions.

"I'll be gentle," she whispers, her eyes shining with mischief. She rubs you from tip to base, taking the full length, slowly and teasingly over and again until the blood's pumping and you're at full salute. She's on her knees in the passenger seat and leaning over you. A smirk on her lips, she goes lower and lower still, her tongue warm and wet. Taking your crown into her mouth and enveloping you, her pace slow but sure.

Your hand in her hair, not to control or pressure, just to feel her in the moment. Encourage her, caress the back of her neck and appreciate every moment of pleasure. She takes you deep, deeper into her throat, the heat of her lungs, the power in her movements as she comes off and plunges again and again. It's effortless and instinct, and not for anything other than her own desire to please, and that itself is thrilling, you have to admit.

It's a strange new world for you to have sex without the enhancements of technology. It's so raw.

You sigh and whimper at every suckling pull, your nerve endings raw and singing. Her palms firmly pressing down onto the tops of your thighs, her movements grow slower, more sensual but she sucks harder, the vibrations from the moans of her enjoyment humming through the root of your shaft—fuck, it feels so fucking good, too good. She releases you with a slight gasp for air and a drooling line of spit.

She wipes her lips with a knowing glint in her eyes. "Outside, now." Miyeon doesn't hesitate. Her shirt pulled off and tossed into your face and she's leapt over to the rear passenger door, flinging it open wide, the warm night air rushes in to greet you, along with the sound of crickets. She slams the door shut and you open yours.

You climb out and head to meet her at the front of the car, she's already leaning against the metal hood. The car is one of those muscle cars from back at the time, a real classic ride that suits a woman like her. "Hey you," she rubs her hands against the metal as she leans forward and sprawls herself over it. "Get behind me already," her tongue dancing across her red-stained lips, her chest heaving in excitement, you're as hot and as hard as you'll ever be.

Miyeon tilts her head, watching you closely with half-opened eyes, her pretty pink tongue sticks out between her perfect teeth, and a teasing wink follows. She wiggles her hips, an inviting gesture, her skirt raised to reveal the gentle wobble of her cheeks—she doesn't have underwear, what a perfect minx she is—all bare for you.

She runs a hand down over the hem of her skirt and then raises it fully up over the top of her ass. As glorious as the very stars overhead. You have an overwhelming urge to run your hands across her bare flesh and as you take the first steps towards her, you find your arms reaching and touching and tracing every inch of skin that's exposed.

You run your hands over her cheeks, spreading them, kneading them, Miyeon's letting out soft little noises, encouraging you, inciting you—but fuck, this view... it's exquisite. It's so clear now, that all those fakes, the painstaking hours of recreation, simply did not live up to the real deal, and not just the view, everything is magnitudes superior.

You smooth your palm between her thighs and you part them, pulling her ass to the edge, sliding her legs open, watching as her wetness shines. "Just how badly do you want me?" you ask her.

"Look at me, how can you say something like that? Of course, I fucking want you. I hate having to wait. Come and fuck me."

You guide your cock to sit between her cheeks and rock into it gently, enjoying how those perky cheeks cradle your length and the way her whole body rocks with every movement. "Is it wrong that I love watching you squirm?" you ask, running the palm of your hand over the bare skin, digging your fingers in, grasping a handful and appreciating how it yields under your fingertips.

"Only wrong if I mind, and I don't," Miyeon groans, lifting her hips against you and smothering your dick in her deliciously juicy flesh. She is irresistible. "So what are you waiting for," her voice soft and suggestive. "Go on, you know you want to. You know how much I need it."

You grit your teeth and trace her lips with the tip of your cock, and it's like lightning flashing between you both. Fuck. Her lips are so wet and hot—they're so tantalisingly puffy. She wiggles and gyrates against you as you rest inside her opening. She groans and you're shuddering.

You slide the first few inches and gasp. You both moan softly together as you glide in, she's so much tighter than you had imagined she might feel—every inch that slides inside makes her clench you more.

"Yes," Miyeon is urgent and breathy, her muscles are contracting as though attempting to swallow your entire length. And she's hungry for it. "That's it baby, nice and deep," her words as electrifying as the sensation of her snug walls quivering as she clings on with greed.

"Like this?" you whisper in her ear as you lean over and pin her petite frame against the metal, letting her feel you, all of you. Every inch. And as she moans and shivers under the weight of your body. Your hands reach her shoulders and your fingertips find her neck, circling and caressing and massaging in all the right places—she turns her head as far round as she's able to gaze at you as she hums and gasps with each rolling movement of your hips.

Her teeth biting her bottom lip, her cheeks flushed pink, a complete dream in motion. Her body arches as she urges and wills herself back on you. You groan in return. Everything about her feels unreal in its perfection. She's squeezing against your cock, and her most hidden recesses begin to melt for you.

Miyeon cums like this, and it's without warning. She tenses, her eyes go wide and her mouth hangs open—her silky tunnel clamps tight as a vice grip. And the way she gushes all over you, covering you, she can barely breathe, she can barely let out a cry or a single noise, only ragged breathing as you hold her firmly in place and fuck her through it.

You fuck her without shame or inhibition. She whimpers, a feeble cry, every thrust powerful and deliberate. Miyeon moans what feels like your name and you give another forceful snap of your hips, both hands firmly on her slim and shaking waist. There are no words that can possibly encapsulate her.

"That's it," her breath erratic and shaky. She grinds her ass into you with every forward push, working into a perfect rhythm and going balls-deep with each pump. "Hard." You slam against her ass, the clapping sound of skin against skin—it fills the warm and humid air.

Miyeon cums again. So fucking easy to make her cum. Her beautiful brown eyes are desperate with desire. She shakes, she is panting, "Just like that, keep doing exactly that and I'll lose my damn mind. God, you feel so fucking big."

She's limp now, just taking rough, powerful and blissful strokes—her cries a series of hoarse grunts and weak moans.

You grab her by the waist, hard, she lets out a yelp, and then you're manhandling her, throwing her delicate figure over onto her back. There they are, those perfect little tits, grown red being forced against the metal of the car. Her soppy mess drips out from her thoroughly fucked hole.

"This, is all you wanted right?" You gather her legs and thrust them roughly up and over your shoulders, sliding easily back inside. Her pussy gushing and absolutely soaking. "A good rough fucking. You just love to be used don't you, baby. This is the side of you I've been missing, seeing how you have always been so prim and proper in front of everyone."

"That was your problem, all those homemade VirtueXs made me all commanding when I really just love to be taken." Her breaths are ragged.

"Maybe that's just how I'll be selling you in future then," you say.

She gives a throaty chuckle. "Do whatever the fuck you want, but for now," Miyeon takes a tight hold of her knees, and draws them against her chest. "Make me cum again, please."

You have her absolutely filled with every inch of cock and stretched tight with every savage drive of your hips, again, and again, and again. Sweat forms a light film over every curve and groove of her form. She's gorgeous, she's taking it, and she's loving it. "Let me feel you cum," she breathes between pumps and thrusts, her fingers kneading the flesh of her thighs as she spreads herself as open as is physically possible.

A combination of pressure and adrenaline, you're hammering deep. Miyeon is groaning and pleading. A loud moan, a series of short sharp exhales and whimpers. Those narrow hips are trembling, her slim thighs shake, toes are curled. Her orgasm and invitation for you to join her come as a surge.

You explode. Locked, sheathed so deep and full, you fill her. "Cum so much..." Miyeon sighs in awe. Your climax is euphoria.

Both a sweating, quaking mass of interlocked limbs, you pull away and your drenched cock slips out. "How are you real," you exhale. "Never felt anything like you."

"I am one of a kind." Miyeon laughs gently to herself. "Now let's get back in there and you can fuck me some more."

You're in the backseat now, Miyeon's slender body climbing all over you. She leans in and takes your lips, her sticky lip gloss and the sweet taste of her mouth as she invades with her tongue and leads yours into a frenzy. Her fingertips drag down across your chest. She's positioning herself over your cock.

The beauty of simulation is there's no recovery, only the chasing of the next orgasm, and she's keen to provide the means. She takes you with her eyes closed, a small, grateful moan and she slides herself slowly up and down. Your head arches back with a cry as she holds onto your shoulders and glides her lips down over your shaft.

"Gonna ride you," she whispers as she rocks herself in time with the rise and fall of your breaths. "Ride you until you explode again." Your fingertips squeeze into the supple curves and muscles of her torso.

It is a euphoric ecstasy. Miyeon looks perfect riding a dick. She sinks down low, grinding back and forth. She moves like waves, her hair stuck against her cheek. You take hold and move the strands out of the way, before trailing down the bare skin of her neck and to her tits, groping them firmly.

"Been so long since I last got to do this. Missed how big you are." She grasps the headrest as the speed and intensity of her motions increase. "Yeah, that's it, baby."

Her eyes flutter and her head starts to fall further and further back. Erratic, out of control, wild—she starts slamming her ass down hard. Fucked-slack and oozing, her juices dripping down. She's growing quiet and you watch her expression transform, her eyes turn glassy. You watch her face strain in her pleasure, it's a wonderful sight—pure bliss. Then she erupts into moans as her body convulses and spasms, and all you can do is hold her steady, her hole throbbing tight around you. She gasps, desperate for oxygen, every fibre and nerve singing in harmony.

From one, right into chasing the next, Miyeon lifts herself, turns, presents her ass to you and sits back on your cock. You watch it slip up between her cheeks and disappear inside her cunt once more, she hums a content sigh and leans forward. Miyeon braces herself against the window of the car, looking over her shoulder as she moves.

Her groin rocks and grinds on your shaft in a rolling motion and it's heaven itself. That cute, perky ass smacks on your groin in a sensual motion. Her hand snakes between her legs. Her moans grow in strength and volume. Wet, slippery, soft, Miyeon's fucking you and riding herself to her own orgasm. She starts to tremble. You start to tremble. She's squirming wildly, desperate for her climax, that gorgeous cunt squeezing every inch and driving you crazy.

And you lose it. Another intense explosion that makes you clasp onto her ass and hold it steady. A groan rips through your entire body, and you empty everything you have. She cums the instant she feels the heat spread through her. A unified orgasm. Pure heavenly relief. The energy seems to drift into the air and the car rattles beneath you both. It is incredible. The euphoria is otherworldly.

"Tell me that was good," she asks softly.

"Like you wouldn't believe."

"Again. Again. Please, one more time?"

"It's your head, sweetie. Have at it."

"Hmm, I suppose it is. Then I want to sit on you, and I want it in my ass." Miyeon giggles and slips herself off you, a mixture of your cum and hers falling down her thighs.

"Whatever the fuck you want," you groan, delirious as Miyeon pulls you up to the seat and then takes her place on your lap, she spread her legs out over yours and you take her hips, guiding her ass onto your cum-soaked cock. Everything is a fucking blur but the sensations are turned up to eleven, and there is nothing else that is comparable.

You plant kisses on her hot, sweaty back as you slide her down onto your length. She's twitching, and squirming. You hear her let out a soft gasp of delight at the invasion. The tightness, the constricting squeeze is just...

"Oh yes..." Miyeon breathes softly. "Let me... let me do the work now, let me fuck this big hard dick with my tight ass." She circles her hips, drawing on your cock with a slow, tight, merciless motion. Your world starts spinning all over again. She's slick with sweat, her cheeks grinding on your thighs, the scent and the sex drives you fucking wild. "What a perfect dick. I could do this all day."

You lean your head forward, and sink your teeth into the muscle of her shoulder—a flurry of loud moans from Miyeon as she bounces on your shaft. The sloppy sounds, the music of her pleasures, the clapping slap, it's insane and exhilarating. You lick her sweat from her flesh, tasting her.

She's slick and stretched, clamping around your cock as her pace quickens and turns ragged and urgent. It's a whole other level, it's unparalleled and all-consuming. You're just about ready to blow inside her ass.

"Hold onto me," She pants, grasping your left wrist and bringing it over to her mouth, placing your fingertips upon her tongue and sucking. It is lewd and erotic and exciting and your insides begin to churn and ache.

There's no stopping you now, you erupt again, gripping her waist as your hips buck up on instinct, jamming yourself deep and blowing. Miyeon moans around your fingertips—taking your load while still rubbing her swollen little clit.

"Yes, I love it when I make you cum like that," she murmurs, sliding herself slowly off your half-mast cock and crawling off your lap. She throws herself down on the seat in a heap, peering down at the thick mess of cum dripping out of her freshly fucked orifices, a dazed smile, satiated.

You blink and try to get her into focus but it's to no use—she blurs and vanishes before your eyes. And soon, you're back. Your workshop, in your chair, and still hooked into Miyeon. Still sitting back-to-back, your foreheads damp, breathing hard and ragged. The lights flickering a bright electric blue.

"Incredible," you breathe.

Miyeon sighs. "Yeah..." She detaches the link from behind her ear. Miyeon climbs to her feet, shakily making her way around your workspace. "I'm such a mess," She says, touching under her dress.

"Fuck, yeah me too," you sit there trying to process what just happened.

"I want a copy. The whole thing." Miyeon places a card down on the desk.

"I'll get started."

[rvp32]

The Extents We Reach for Friendship

This is super messy. I honestly wrote this in between writing another series that I will upload soon but I really hope the person who put in an ask for this enjoys it. Sorry for the delay. As always any and all feedback is appreciated! No trigger warnings it is pretty chill.

You're in the dimly lit living room of your Seoul apartment, the soft glow of the cityscape through the window casting shadows on the walls. Sana sits next to you on the couch, her eyes fixed on the TV screen but her mind clearly elsewhere. Her hand rests gently on her lap, fingers occasionally tapping nervously.

"Honey," she begins softly, breaking the silence that had settled between you, "I've been thinking a lot about what we talked about last week."

Your heart skips a beat as you turn to face her, knowing exactly what she's referring to. The conversation was about starting a family, her inability to conceive, and the difficult decisions that followed. You nod, encouraging her to continue, your voice cautious when you reply, "I know, Sana. It's a lot to process."

She sighs, her shoulders slumping slightly, "I just... I want this so much, you know? A part of me feels like it's all slipping away, and I don't know how to hold onto it."

Reaching out, you take her hand in yours, squeezing gently, "We'll find a way, Sana. We always do."

Her gaze shifts towards the door, where a soft knock interrupts the moment. You both glance at each other, confusion etched on your faces before Sana stands up, smoothing out her dress as she walks towards the entrance. She opens the door to reveal Miyeon, her best friend, standing there with a hesitant smile.

"Hey, guys," Miyeon says, her voice soft as she steps inside, closing the door behind her. "Sana, you texted me earlier?"

Sana nods, her expression serious as she leads Miyeon to the couch, sitting down beside you again. "Yeah, I did. There's something important we need to talk about."

Miyeon's eyebrows furrow in concern, "What's going on?"

Taking a deep breath, Sana looks directly at Miyeon, her voice steady despite the weight of the topic, "It's about our situation. About us wanting a child, and... well, my doctor said it's nearly impossible for me to conceive naturally."

Miyeon's eyes widen, her hand flying to her mouth in surprise. "Oh, Sana, I had no idea. That's... that's really tough."

Sana nods, her eyes glistening with unshed tears, "It is. But there's another option we've been considering. Something... unconventional."

You watch as Miyeon processes this information, her gaze flickering between you and Sana, uncertainty clear in her expression. "What are you thinking?"

Sana takes another deep breath, her voice barely above a whisper, "We were wondering if... if you'd be willing to help us. To carry our baby."

The room falls silent, the weight of Sana's proposal hanging heavily in the air. Miyeon looks stunned, her lips parted as she struggles to find words. After what feels like an eternity, she finally speaks, her voice trembling, "You mean... like, surrogacy?"

Sana shakes her head, her eyes pleading, "No, not exactly. More like... well, we were thinking if you'd be open to... to being impregnated by Y/N. To have our baby together."

Miyeon gasps, her hand covering her mouth as she stares at Sana, then at you, her mind racing. "I... I don't know what to say. This is... it's a lot to take in."

Sana reaches out, taking Miyeon's hand in hers, "I know it is. And it's okay if you need time to think about it. But please, just consider it. For us, for the family, we want so badly."

Miyeon looks down, her fingers intertwining with Sana's as she contemplates the offer. The room is thick with tension, each second stretching out as they wait for her response. Finally, Miyeon lifts her head, her eyes meeting Sana's, "I... I need to think about this. Can I give you an answer later?"

Sana nods, relief washing over her features, "Of course, take all the time you need. Just... let us know when you're ready."

Miyeon stands up, her movements slow as she gathers her things. "I'll call you soon, okay? I just... I need some space right now."

You and Sana nod, watching as Miyeon heads towards the door, her footsteps heavy with contemplation. As the door closes behind her, Sana turns to you, her eyes filled with a mix of hope and anxiety.

"Do you think she'll agree?" she asks softly, her voice tinged with desperation.

You pull her into your arms, holding her close, "I don't know, love. But whatever happens, we'll face it together."

As you hold each other, the weight of the decision looms large, the future uncertain but hopeful. The night stretches on, each second filled with thoughts of what might come next, of the possibilities that lie ahead.

*****

The following day, the sun filters through the blinds of your apartment, casting a warm glow across the room. You're in the kitchen preparing breakfast when the doorbell rings. Sana, who's still in bed, sends you a sleepy glance as you head to the door. Opening it, you find Miyeon standing there, her expression a mix of determination and nervousness.

"Hey," she says softly, stepping inside. "Can we talk?"

You nod, leading her to the living room where Sana joins you a few minutes later, her hair tousled from sleep. The three of you sit down, the air thick with anticipation.

Miyeon clears her throat, meeting both of your eyes before speaking, "I've thought about what you asked, and... I want to help."

Sana's face lights up, her eyes glistening with tears of gratitude. "Are you sure? It's a big decision."

Miyeon nods, her voice firm, "I am. I care about both of you and if this is what you want, then I'm willing to do this for us."

You reach out, taking Miyeon's hand in yours, squeezing gently. "Thank you, Miyeon. We don't know how to thank you enough."

She smiles, her cheeks flushing slightly, "Let's just say it's for the sake of our friendship and creating something beautiful together."

The conversation shifts to practicalities, discussing medical procedures and timelines. But as the discussion winds down, the atmosphere changes, becoming charged with a different kind of energy. Sana looks at you and Miyeon, her eyes filled with a mix of desire and tenderness.

"Maybe... maybe we should start now?" she suggests, her voice barely above a whisper.

Miyeon glances at you, her eyes questioning, "Is that what you want?"

You nod, feeling your heart race as you stand up, extending your hand to Miyeon. She takes it, standing up as well, her body brushing against yours. Sana stands too, her hands reaching out to cup your faces, pulling you into a soft kiss.

The kiss deepens, fueled by the emotions swirling around the room. You wrap your arms around Sana, feeling Miyeon's hands on your back, her touch electric. The three of you move as one, heading towards the bedroom, each step a promise of shared intimacy.

In the bedroom, the lights are dimmed, casting shadows that dance along the walls. You lie down on the bed, Sana beside you, Miyeon between you. Her fingers trace patterns on your chest, her eyes locked onto yours. Sana kisses your neck, her tongue flicking lightly, sending shivers down your spine.

Miyeon leans in, her lips meeting yours in a passionate kiss. Her tongue explores your mouth, the taste of her sweet and intoxicating. You feel Sana's hands on your thighs, slowly moving upward, her touch gentle yet insistent.

You break the kiss with Miyeon, turning to Sana, and capturing her lips in another fiery exchange. Miyeon moves down, her hands sliding under your shirt, her fingertips grazing your skin. You gasp, the sensation overwhelming, your body responding to their combined touches.

Sana pulls away, her eyes dark with desire, "Take off your clothes, all of you."

You obey, shedding your clothes quickly, revealing your arousal. Sana and Miyeon follow suit, their bodies exposed, each curve highlighted by the soft light. You stare, your breath catching in your throat, the sight of them together more erotic than anything you've imagined.

Sana lies down, pulling Miyeon with her, their bodies intertwining. You kneel beside them, your hand reaching out to stroke Miyeon's thigh. She moans, arching into your touch, her eyes closing briefly in pleasure.

"Touch me," she whispers, her voice husky.

You do, your fingers finding her sensitive spots, eliciting gasps and moans from her. Sana watches, her hand moving between her own legs, her breathing quickening as she pleasures herself. The sounds of their breaths and moans fill the room, the air thick with the scent of their arousal.

Miyeon turns, her back to you, her hands reaching behind to guide you inside her. You enter her slowly, watching her face contort with pleasure. Sana moves closer, her lips meeting Miyeon's in a deep kiss, her hand stroking your arm, encouraging you.

You thrust deeper, the rhythm building and each movement met with a sigh or a moan from Miyeon. Sana reaches between you, her fingers finding Miyeon's clit, rubbing in circles. Miyeon cries out, her body tensing, her orgasm hitting her hard.

You continue, your pace increasing, the heat between you intense. Sana moves, kneeling behind you, her hands on your shoulders, her mouth on your neck. She bites gently, the sensation driving you wild, pushing you closer to your own release.

Miyeon recovers, her hands guiding you to change positions. You lie down, Sana straddling your face, her wetness right above you. You lick, tasting her, the flavor is intense. Miyeon lowers herself onto you, her warmth enveloping you completely.

The room fills with the sounds of your moans and sighs, the intensity building with each passing moment. Sana grinds against your face, her movements synced with Miyeon's on top of you. You feel the pressure coiling inside you, the climax approaching fast.

Miyeon senses it, her movements becoming erratic, her body trembling. Sana reaches down, her fingers joining your efforts, pleasuring herself faster. The sensations overwhelm you, your release hitting you like a wave, Miyeon following soon after, her body shuddering with her orgasm.

Exhausted, you lie there, the three of you entangled, the air still heavy with passion. Sana kisses your forehead, her voice soft, "Thank you, both of you."

Miyeon smiles, her eyes sleepy, "No, thank you. For everything."

You pull them closer, the night wrapping around you like a blanket, each heartbeat slowing down to match the other's. The future might be uncertain, but for now, in this moment, you're complete, surrounded by the ones you love, the possibilities are endless.

*******

As the morning light filters through the curtains, Miyeon wakes up with a start, she feels sick, she immediately goes to the washroom and pukes. After which she takes a pregnancy test. Her eyes scan the kit, her heart pounding in her chest as she reads the result of the pregnancy test. A smile slowly spreads across her face, her relief and joy palpable. She turns to you and Sana, who is still asleep, and gently shakes you both awake.

"I'm pregnant," she screams, her voice trembling with emotion.

You sit up immediately, your eyes wide with excitement, while Sana lets out a soft cry, tears of happiness streaming down her cheeks. You pull Miyeon into a tight hug, the three of you embracing each other in a moment of pure joy.

Over breakfast, the conversation turns to celebration plans. "We should go somewhere special, just the three of us," Sana suggests, her eyes bright with anticipation.

"How about a weekend getaway? Somewhere secluded where we can relax and enjoy each other's company without any distractions?" you propose.

Miyeon nods enthusiastically, "I know just the place. It's a cabin by the lake, very private. We can even stargaze at night."

The plan is set, and within the week, you find yourselves driving along a winding road that leads to the secluded cabin. The air is crisp, filled with the scent of pine trees, and the silence is only broken by the occasional chirp of birds.

Upon arrival, the cabin exceeds your expectations—cozy, rustic, and perfectly equipped for a weekend of relaxation. The interior is warm and inviting, with a large window overlooking the serene lake.

As evening approaches, you prepare a simple yet delicious meal—grilled fish, fresh vegetables, and a bottle of wine. The dining area becomes a hub of laughter and storytelling, each memory shared deepening your bond.

After dinner, you decide to take a walk by the lake. The moon casts a silvery glow over the water, and the stars twinkle above like tiny beacons in the sky. Sana takes your hand, and Miyeon links arms with you, the three of you walking in comfortable silence, savoring the peacefulness of the night.

Back at the cabin, you build a fire in the outdoor fireplace, the flames dancing merrily as they chase away the chill. You settle onto a blanket spread on the ground, Sana nestled between you and Miyeon. The night sky stretches endlessly above you, a canvas of glittering stars.

Miyeon points out constellations, her voice soft and soothing in the quiet night. As she talks, you feel Sana's hand tracing small circles on your thigh, her touch sending shivers up your spine. You glance at her, catching her eye, and see the desire burning brightly in her gaze.

You shift closer to Sana, your lips meeting hers in a gentle kiss. The taste of her, sweet and familiar, sends a wave of heat through your body. Miyeon watches you, her eyes dark with passion, and leans in to join the kiss, her lips brushing against yours.

The world around you fades into insignificance as the three of you explore each other's mouths, the kisses growing deeper, more urgent. You reach out, your hands finding the hem of Miyeon's shirt, lifting it over her head. She helps you remove your clothes, the cool night air a stark contrast to the warmth of your skin.

Sana follows suit, her movements languid and sensual, her nakedness revealed under the starlight. Her body is a masterpiece, every curve highlighted by the flickering firelight. You admire her, your fingers trailing down her sides, eliciting a soft moan from her.

You lie down, the blanket beneath you soft and comforting. Sana lies between you and Miyeon, her back to you, your front pressed against her. Miyeon kneels beside you, her eyes locked onto yours, her hand reaching out to stroke your cheek.

"Make love to me," she whispers, her voice thick with desire.

You nod, your heart pounding as you position yourself above her. She guides you inside her, her warmth enveloping you completely. You move slowly at first, watching her face for signs of discomfort or pleasure. Her eyes close, her mouth forming a silent 'O', her hands gripping your arms tightly.

Sana turns, her lips finding Miyeon's in a deep kiss, her hand reaching between you to stroke Miyeon's clit. The sensation is overwhelming, Miyeon's moans filling the air, her body arching into your thrusts.

You increase your pace, the rhythm building, each movement met with a sigh or a moan from Miyeon. Sana reaches between you, her fingers finding Miyeon's sensitive spots, rubbing in circles. Miyeon cries out, her body tensing, her orgasm hitting her hard.

You continue, your pace increasing, the heat between you intense. Sana moves, kneeling behind you, her hands on your shoulders, her mouth on your neck. She bites gently, the sensation driving you wild, pushing you closer to your own release.

Miyeon recovers, her hands guiding you to change positions. You lie down, Sana straddling your face, her wetness right above you. You lick, tasting her, the flavor is intense. Miyeon lowers herself onto you, her warmth enveloping you completely.

The room fills with the sounds of your moans and sighs, the intensity building with each passing moment. Sana grinds against your face, her movements synced with Miyeon's on top of you. You feel the pressure coiling inside you, the climax approaching fast.

Miyeon senses it, her movements becoming erratic, her body trembling. Sana reaches down, her fingers joining your efforts, pleasuring herself faster. The sensations overwhelm you, your release hitting you like a wave, Miyeon following soon after, her body shuddering with her orgasm.

******

As the sun rises over the lake, casting a golden glow through the bedroom window, you awaken to the soft sounds of gentle moans and whispered words. Blinking away sleep, you see Sana and Miyeon entangled in each other's arms, their bodies moving together in a slow, sensual rhythm that fills the room with an erotic symphony.

Miyeon is on her back, her hair spread out like a dark halo on the pillow, while Sana hovers above her, her breasts swaying gently with each movement. Their eyes are locked, filled with a depth of emotion that speaks of shared secrets and unspoken desires. The air is thick with the scent of their arousal, a heady mix that mingles with the faint pine aroma from outside.

You watch, transfixed, as Sana lowers her head to kiss Miyeon, their lips meeting in a tender yet passionate exchange. The sound of their breathing, slightly ragged, fills your ears, stirring a deep longing within you. You reach out, your hand brushing against Sana's thigh, feeling the warmth of her skin under your touch.

Sana shifts slightly, making space for you, her eyes inviting you to join them. You move closer, your body fitting perfectly between Sana's legs as you lean in to kiss Miyeon, your tongue exploring her mouth with eager strokes. The taste of her, sweet and intoxicating, sends a surge of desire coursing through your veins.

Your hands roam over Miyeon's body, tracing the curves of her hips, the softness of her breasts, and the smoothness of her skin. Each touch elicits a soft moan from her, her fingers digging into the sheets beneath her. Sana watches you both, her hand moving down to stroke herself, her gaze hot with desire.

Encouraged by her response, you deepen the kiss, your tongue dancing with Miyeon's in a rhythm that mirrors the movements of your bodies. You feel the heat building between you, the tension coiling tighter with each passing moment.

Sana leans forward, her lips trailing down Miyeon's neck, leaving a trail of kisses that make Miyeon arch her back, her breath coming in short gasps. You take advantage of her momentary distraction, positioning yourself between her legs, your hardness pressing against her entrance.

Miyeon gasps as you enter her, her body welcoming you with a warmth that makes you shudder. You begin to move, slowly at first, watching her face for any sign of discomfort or pleasure. Her eyes close, her mouth forming a silent 'O', her hands gripping your arms tightly.

Sana moves around, her lips finding Miyeon's once more in a deep kiss, her hand reaching between you to stroke Miyeon's clit. The sensation is overwhelming, Miyeon's moans filling the air, her body arching into your thrusts.

You increase your pace, the rhythm building, each movement met with a sigh or a moan from Miyeon. Sana reaches between you, her fingers finding Miyeon's sensitive spots, rubbing in circles. Miyeon cries out, her body tensing, her orgasm hitting her hard.

You continue, your pace increasing, the heat between you intense. Sana moves, kneeling behind you, her hands on your shoulders, her mouth on your neck. She bites gently, the sensation driving you wild, pushing you closer to your own release.

Miyeon recovers, her hands guiding you to change positions. You lie down, Sana straddling your face, her wetness right above you. You lick, tasting her, the flavor is intense. Miyeon lowers herself onto you, her warmth enveloping you completely.

The room fills with the sounds of your moans and sighs, the intensity building with each passing moment. Sana grinds against your face, her movements synced with Miyeon's on top of you. You feel the pressure coiling inside you, the climax approaching fast.

Miyeon senses it, her movements becoming erratic, her body trembling. Sana reaches down, her fingers joining your efforts, pleasuring herself faster. The sensations overwhelm you, your release hitting you like a wave, Miyeon following soon after, her body shuddering with her orgasm.

Exhausted but content, you lay there, the three of you tangled in each other's arms, the afterglow of your passion wrapping around you like a warm blanket. The morning light filters through the window, illuminating your sweat-slick bodies, the room still filled with the echoes of your shared ecstasy.

"I love you both," Miyeon whispers, her voice hoarse with emotion.

"Forever," Sana adds, her fingers intertwining with yours.

You nod, unable to speak past the lump in your throat. The bond between you feels stronger than ever, a connection forged not just in passion but in love and trust. As you drift back to sleep, the world outside fades away, leaving only the three of you in your private paradise.

Sana's idea of filming this relationship sparks a mix of excitement and nervousness within you as she sets up the camera on a tripod near the bed. The room is bathed in the soft, natural light that filters through the curtains, creating a warm, intimate atmosphere. Miyeon watches her with a playful smile, her eyes twinkling with anticipation.

"Ready for this?" Sana asks, her voice a seductive whisper as she checks the camera angle.

You nod, your heart pounding in your chest, while Miyeon bites her lip, her hands moving to adjust the straps of her lingerie. The click of the camera starting up echoes softly in the room, capturing the moment.

Sana joins you on the bed, her fingers gently brushing against your skin as she leans in to kiss you. The taste of her lips is electric, sending shivers down your spine. You wrap your arms around her, pulling her closer, your bodies melding together seamlessly.

Miyeon watches the two of you, her gaze heated, before she crawls towards you, her hands gliding over your thighs. You shift slightly, making space for her between you and Sana, the warmth of her body pressing against yours. She kisses your neck, her tongue flicking out to tease the sensitive skin there, causing you to gasp.

The camera captures every detail—the way Sana's hair falls across her face, the flush on Miyeon's cheeks, the intensity in your eyes. It's both voyeuristic and deeply personal, a private glimpse into your shared world.

Sana breaks the kiss, her breath hot against your ear as she whispers, "Let's make this unforgettable."

Her hands move down, undoing the buttons of your shirt, revealing your bare chest to the cool air. You shrug it off, letting it fall to the floor as Miyeon's hands take over, her fingertips tracing patterns on your skin that ignite a fire within you.

You reach for Sana, your hands cupping her breasts, thumbs teasing her nipples until they harden under your touch. She moans, low and deep, her head tilting back as Miyeon continues her assault on your senses, her mouth now trailing down your chest, leaving a path of heat in its wake.

The camera records the scene, the lens capturing the flicker of desire in your eyes, the flush of arousal on Sana's skin, and the concentration in Miyeon's expression. It's raw, real, and incredibly erotic.

Miyeon looks up at you, her eyes dark with passion, and whispers, "I want you inside me."

Her words send a surge of urgency through you. You nod, shifting positions so that you're hovering above her, your hardness pressed against her entrance. She guides you in, her body welcoming you with a tight, hot embrace that makes you groan.

Sana moves to kneel beside Miyeon, her hand reaching out to stroke Miyeon's hair, her eyes locked on the scene unfolding before her. The camera pans, capturing the intimacy, the connection between the three of you.

You begin to move, slowly at first, watching Miyeon's face for any sign of discomfort or pleasure. Her eyes close, her mouth forming a silent 'O', her hands gripping your arms tightly. The sensation of being inside her, surrounded by her warmth, is overwhelming, each thrust met with a sigh or a moan from Miyeon.

Sana leans in, her lips finding Miyeon's once more in a deep kiss, her hand reaching between you to stroke Miyeon's clit. The added stimulation pushes Miyeon closer to the edge, her body arching into your thrusts.

You increase your pace, the rhythm building, each movement met with a sigh or a moan from Miyeon. The sound fills the room, mingling with the soft hum of the camera, creating a soundtrack to your passion.

Sana reaches between you, her fingers finding Miyeon's sensitive spots, rubbing in circles. Miyeon cries out, her body tensing, her orgasm hitting her hard. The sight of her climax sends you over the edge, your release hitting you like a wave, intense and all-consuming.

Exhausted but content, you lay there, the three of you tangled in each other's arms, the afterglow of your passion wrapping around you like a warm blanket. The camera continues to record, capturing the moment, and preserving the memory of this intense, intimate encounter.

Sana looks at the camera, a satisfied smile playing on her lips, and whispers, "Cut," her voice hoarse with emotion.

You turn to Miyeon, her eyes still closed, a serene smile on her face. You brush a strand of hair away from her face, your fingers lingering on her cheek. She opens her eyes, meeting your gaze, her smile widening.

"That was... incredible," she murmurs, her voice soft and dreamy.

Sana nods, her hand intertwining with yours, "A moment we'll never forget."

You agree silently, the weight of the experience settling over you. The camera, now silent, stands as a witness to your shared ecstasy, a testament to the bond between you. As you drift into a peaceful slumber, the room filled with the echoes of your shared passion, you know that this memory will stay with you forever, a cherished part of your journey together.

[givrgia]

❝  you're  absolute  correct.  my  go-to  is  the  bachelor  —  i've  watched  all  the  versions.  makes  me  feel  much  better  about  my  own  love  life,  really.  ❞

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐃 :    @nepofmstarters 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 :    undecided  who  knows 𝐖𝐇𝐎 :    miyeon  go   &   your  muse

                      “   sometimes   all   you   need   is   a   mega   cringe   show   to   binge   watch   to   make   you   think   life   isn't   too   bad   .   ”

[flwrstqr]

𖠵 ⌇MY LOVE GUIDE FOR A NERD — TEASER

SYNOPSIS: as the stubborn older sister of the one and only kang sooha, the school's perfect golden girl, your life was a constant shadow compared to her shining light. one day, you find a heartfelt letter in your locker, only to realize it's from heeseung, the school's notorious nerd or loser, and it's meant for sooha. a brilliant idea strikes—you'll offer heeseung a deal: test answers and homework help in exchange for your guidance to win over soohab But as you dive deeper into the plan, you start to see heeseung in a new light, and your heart begins to betray you. who knew if heeseung felt the same?

featuring loser!heeseung x fem!reader (feat cho miyeon from gidle, choi yeonjun from txt)

genre high school au, romance, one sided enemies to lovers, she falls first he falls harder, long fic, fluff, angst, oblivious x oblivious, tutor au ish

word count teaser is 500, (fic est about 9k-10k wc)

warnings sooha dating your ex, yn being compared to sooha, yn kind of using heesseung in the beginning, profanity, kissing (no suggestive stuff or nsfw), small grammar errors (sorry), sooha using heeseung later on, yn being a bit stubborn in the beginning

disclaimer i am not saying this is an accurate representation of these idols or trying to sexualize them at all. this just something i do for fun.

release date by the last week of jul hopefully

taglist open! send an ask or comment to be added @seuliecore @isa942572 @txtlyn @immelissaaa @isabellah29 @korok127-not-nct127 @heeheeyeoiizz01 @heelee-01

danielle note so i kind of like had this idea for a few months for now. lowkey i fell in love with the plot while thinking of this so i thought it was a must to write this. so here i am >o<

YOU GO TO YOUR LOCKER AND NOTICE A LETTER, its envelope adorned with colorful stickers and cute doodles. The sight alone makes you curious. With a quick glance around to make sure no one is watching, you rip open the envelope and unfold the letter inside.

The paper is thick and slightly scented, and the handwriting is neat and careful, clearly written with a lot of thought and effort. As you begin to read, your eyebrows shoot up in surprise.

"Dear Sooha,

I hope this letter finds you well. I’ve admired you from afar for so long, and I can’t keep my feelings to myself any longer. Your kindness, intelligence, and beauty have captivated me, and I find myself thinking about you constantly. I know this might come as a surprise since we don’t interact much, but I see you every day, and each moment I do, I’m struck by how incredible you are.

Your smile lights up the room, and your laughter is like music to my ears. I find myself daydreaming about what it would be like to be the reason behind that smile, to share in your joy and be a part of your life. You are not only beautiful but also kind-hearted and intelligent. The way you treat everyone with such warmth and respect makes you stand out even more.

I’ve wanted to tell you this for so long, but I never had the courage. I’m not the most outgoing person, and I often find myself lost in the background. But every time I see you, I feel a little braver, a little more hopeful. I’ve decided it’s time to take a chance, to step out of the shadows and let you know how I feel.

Thank you for taking the time to read this letter. No matter what your response is, I’m glad I finally mustered up the courage to express my feelings. You deserve to know how truly special you are.

Sincerely, Lee Heeseung"

Your jaw drops. Lee Heeseung, the school’s infamous nerd, likes you? The very thought is almost laughable. But then you notice the name again: Sooha. You roll your eyes as realization hits. This love letter wasn’t meant for you at all; it was intended for your younger sister, Sooha, the popular golden child of the school.

You glance across the room and spot Heeseung just as he walks into the classroom. He’s the epitome of a nerd, with his oversized glasses slipping down his nose, a mountain of books clutched in his arms, and an awkward shuffle in his step. He pauses to push his glasses up, and you can’t help but notice the way his eyes dart nervously around the room

And then, an idea strikes you. A mischievous grin spreads across your face as you tuck the letter back into its envelope.

Your eyes follow Heeseung as he makes his way to his seat, and you feel a strange mix of excitement and anticipation. This could be interesting.

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[svt-rosalie]

. . . ♡ ROSIE’S ! ? 🎨 CREDITS ★ ﾟ๑

ׁ ׅ ୨ ❪ career overlook! ❫ ୧ ⊹ ࣪

© 2023 , svt-rosalie rosalie masterlist!

୭ৎ ࣪ ׅ ACTING CREDITS —

True Beauty ❪ lead role, 2020 ❫

Rosalie was offered the role of Jugyeong Lim, the main protagonist of True Beauty. She debuted at Saebom High School as the pretty girl, hiding her true face from the rest of the school.

All Of Us Are Dead ❪ lead role, 2022 ❫

Rosalie auditioned and played the part for Choi Nam Ra, the tritagonist of the first season of the All of Us Are Dead. Choi Nam Ra is considered the top student of Hyosan High School, and subsequently became the class president due to the influence of her rich family. She also shares a mutual romance with Lee Su-hyeok.

Mean Girls, The Musical ❪ side character, 2023 ❫

Rosalie scored the role of Karen Smith, one of the most popular girls at North Shore High School. She is the third member of the clique known as "The Plastics", a group of girls who dominate with their beauty and general aura of intimidation.

୭ৎ ࣪ ׅ ENDORSEMENTS — Calvin Klein ❪ 2020 ❫, Vivienne Westwood ❪ 2022 ❫, Dior ❪ 2019 ❫, Nike ❪ 2022 ❫, Cartier ❪ 2021 ❫, Sanrio ❪ 2023 ❫, LOVE & shelter ❪ 2023 ❫

୭ৎ ࣪ ׅ SONG/LYRIC CREDIT —

SEVENTEEN. beautiful ❪ going seventeen, 2016 ❫, don’t wanna cry ❪ Al1, 2017 ❫ thinkin’ about you ❪ directors cut, 2018 ❫, thanks ❪ directors cut, 2018 ❫, holiday ❪ YMMD, 2018 ❫, our dawn is hotter than day ❪ YMMD, 2018 ❫, hug ❪ YMMD, 2019 ❫, say yes ❪ love & letter, 2016 ❫, healing ❪ love & letter, 2016 ❫, pinwheel ❪ teen age, 2017 ❫, 247 ❪ an ode, 2019 ❫, second life ❪ and ode, 2019 ❫, snap shoot ❪ an ode, 2019 ❫, my my ❪ heng:garæ, 2020 ❫, kidult ❪ heng:garæ, 2020 ❫, heavens cloud ❪ your choice, 2021 ❫, ready to love ❪ your choice, 2021 ❫, darl+ing ❪ face the sun, 2022 ❫, shadow ❪ face the sun, 2022 ❫, bout you ❪ face the sun, 2024 ❫, f*ck my life ❪ fml, 2023 ❫, super ❪ fml, 2023 ❫, dust ❪ fml, 2023 ❫, april shower ❪ fml, 2023 ❫, rock with you ❪ attacca, 2021 ❫, headliner ❪ seventeenth heaven, 2023 ❫, yawn ❪ seventeenth heaven, 2023 ❫, god of music ❪ seventeenth heaven, 2023 ❫

SOLO. into the i-land ❪ single 2020 ❫, breathe ❪ single 2022 ❫, what was i made for ❪ english single, 2023 ❫ eight ft suga ❪ seoul searching, 2023 ❫, seoul ❪ seoul searching, 2023 ❫, lovin me ❪ seoul searching, 2023 ❫, good night my princess ❪ seoul searching, 2023 ❫, underwater ❪ seoul searching, 2023 ❫, new dance ❪ seoul searching, 2023 ❫, love wins all ❪ single, 2024 ❫, together forever ❪ japanese single, 2023 ❫, winter flower ft rm ❪ single, 2024 ❫

OTHER GROUPS. beautiful monster ❪ stayc, 2022 ❫, drive ❪ miyeon, 2022 ❫, basics ❪ twice, 2022 ❫, movie star ❪ mijoo, 2023 ❫, OMG ❪ new jeans, 2023 ❫

୭ৎ ࣪ ׅ FEATURES — so far away ❪ agust d, 2016 ❫, wild flower ❪ RM, 2022 ❫, people pt. 2 ❪ agust d, 2023 ❫, seesaw ❪ suga, backup vocals, 2018 ❫, sweet night ❪ v, backup vocals, 2020 ❫,

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[wewerelikefools]

you're toxic (consume me)

sana/jihyo (sahyo)

one shot | 3k | E

rough, very angry sex

plot: jihyo and sana fight, so they settle their differences in bed. jihyo takes many creative liberties to help resolve it.

All. Night. 

Sana had been playing in Jihyo’s face all fucking night. 

Every subtle attempt to check Sana had been met with indifference, sometimes belittlement. “Relax, Ji. You’re overacting,” she’d said at one point. Jihyo would try to explain that she’s not, that she wanted Sana to be more present for her, with her, only for Sana to blow her off and go back to doing… shit like she was doing now. 

The muscles in her face worked tirelessly to make herself seem unaffected—no, unassuming—of the way Sana sauntered back up to a woman other than her. Because how could Jihyo not be affected by that?

This was Jihyo’s celebration party, the feature of her directorial debut winning every category it was nominated for. Instead of her girlfriend spending it by her side, she thought it a better idea to flirt with other people. Her latest pick? The film’s lead actress.

Jihyo had to tell herself that her problem wasn’t with Miyeon. The woman was unilaterally talented and gorgeous; Jihyo had her casted as the lead for a reason. She was also very single, and Jihyo and Sana weren’t exclusive. Least of all tonight, according to Sana. All because of a stupid argument that Sana started and made herself mad about.

She watched Sana glance her way whenever she’d whisper something in Miyeon’s ear, the latter giggling incessantly. Sana shamelessly moved a strand of hair from Miyeon’s face, slow enough where Miyeon’s eyes could follow the path of her finger down to her bare shoulder. Miyeon responded to it in such a way that said she’d jump into bed with Sana the first chance she got. That’s what Jihyo got from it anyway, even if she couldn’t hear what they were saying. Jihyo wasn’t even possessive like that; it was a matter of respect. Sana was only doing this to get under her skin. 

It was working.

Jihyo was on her fourth glass of champagne in the last 10 minutes, sat on a love seat in full view of Sana’s show, sporting the overly expensive dress Sana had bought her and a defeatist pout to go with it. She wanted to be more festive, but she couldn’t help brushing off every person who had come up to her, likely to congratulate her.

“Jihyo.” 

Aggrieved, she looked over, up past her shoulder.

Jihyo gave the nth offending person a small, curt smile. “Hey, Jeong.” She didn’t wait for a reply. She just turned back around.

Sana had since pulled Miyeon further into the crowd to dance. Obscured by other moving bodies, Jihyo caught glimpses of Sana with her back flush to Miyeon, pulling the girl’s hands around her waist, tilting her head to let Miyeon nose at her neck. 

Jihyo’s nose flared. Her left leg crossed over her right and bounced heavily. She clenched the fist leaning on her knee.

“You okay?” Jeongyeon asked.

“I’m fine,” Jihyo bit out. 

Jeongyeon, ignoring her, moved behind the couch, hands on either of Jihyo’s shoulders. Jihyo closed her eyes and breathed out hard, ready to say something to get Jeongyeon to back off until her fingers began digging into bunched muscles.

She’d been friends with Jeongyeon long enough to know she was tipsy—she only got this touchy when she was. Jeongyeon knew her long enough to be unaffected by her attitude, and was especially good with her hands. Which was exactly why Jihyo didn’t need this right now.

“You’re quite the life of the party after sweeping an entire award show,” Jeongyeon quipped. 

Jihyo merely hummed, trying and failing to not let Jeongyeon relax her. She was admittedly growing less focused, more in tune with the way Jeongyeon worked through stiff muscles, massaging the hem of her neck. 

When Jeongyeon paused, Jihyo opened her eyes, not realizing she’d closed them at some point. Jeongyeon slid her hands down her arms and leaned down to speak in her ear. Her breath tickled Jihyo’s skin and made her giggle quietly, warmly.

“You know I charge for these kind of services,” she whispered. Jihyo chuckled. “Now you have to let me get you a drink.”

Jihyo nodded, less upended. She let Jeongyeon choose for her, trusting her. A few moments later, she was sipping a heavy cocktail, a sweet one, just how she liked. She smiled into the glass.

“What are you thinking about?” Jeongyeon, sitting next to her.

“Have I told you how much I love ‘Lost in Time?’”

Jeongyeon burst into laughter. “Too much. I’m starting to question your judgment.”

“Okay, Ms Producer of the Year.”

“For your film. You practically forced my hand.”

Jihyo shrugged. “Your pockets aren’t complaining.”

“Because you’re my top listener, right?”

Jihyo chuckled. “Guilty as charged.” She tipped her glass to her.

Jeongyeon clinked hers against it before drinking what was left in her glass. She set it down and regarded Jihyo a little more seriously. Jihyo avoided her eyes. 

“Ji.”

“Look, I know what you’re going to say, so don’t.”

Jeongyeon hummed and placed an indignant hand on Jihyo’s leg. “Talk to me.”

Jihyo huffed. She could offer nothing less offensive than, “ask Sana.” 

The second Jihyo looked up, she spotted Sana, encircled in Miyeon’s arms, tongue down her throat like it was nothing. Miyeon’s hands were on her ass, grabbing possessively like Jihyo didn’t exist. Jihyo set her glass down quickly, sure her grip would break it otherwise.

Jeongyeon followed her line of sight, then to Jihyo’s heavily bouncing knee, back up to her face.

“So you two are fighting again.”

Jihyo crossed her arms and said nothing. 

Silent for a beat, Jeongyeon stood up. “Come dance with me.”

“I don’t want to, Jeong.”

“Oh come on, Ji.” She held her hand out. “Sitting here miserable is doing nothing for you.”

“I’m fine,” she muttered, looking down.

“Really? They’re playing your favorite song.” Jihyo lifted her head and actually listened. She frowned at her. “Okay, okay, second favorite.”

“More like third,” Jihyo corrected.

Jeongyeon rolled her eyes at her and grabbed her hand gently. “Come on.”

At that moment, Sana looked over Miyeon’s shoulder, locking eyes with Jihyo. They were scrutinizing, knowing, daring. Jihyo, not wanting to think about all the ways she could charge up to Sana and embarrass the both of them, let herself be lifted off the couch.

---

Begrudgingly, even if to get back at Sana, it became a nice, needed distraction. Her tipsiness helped accept the attention of Jeongyeon. Her hands were in the right places. She moved with her in a way that made her feel lighter. Hell, her breath tickling her skin and her lips tasting it had her considering taking Jeongyeon home instead. It had surfaced on the tip of her tongue for a while, but too soon, Jeongyeon held her still at the end of a song, letting her know she’d probably be leaving.

“You’d think I’d be used to staying out later,” she said leading Jihyo back out of the still bustling crowd. 

Parties like these usually lasted all night, but Jeongyeon wasn’t one to hang around to see the end of them. Jihyo knew that, she just forgot. She glanced at her watch—2am. She was surprised to see Jeongyeon hadn’t said something sooner.

“I’m sorry,” Jeongyeon said, requesting her belongings at the coat check.

“Don’t be. I had fun.”

“Good.” Jeongyeon smiled, shrugging it on. “You know, it’s been a while since we got to do this.”

Jihyo huffed, chuckled. “Yeah, I know.” She ran a hand through her hair.

Jeongyeon placed a hand on her hip. “I wanna see you again. When our schedules line up.”

Jihyo bit her lip. “Yeah.”

Jeongyeon placed a kiss on her cheek. Jihyo felt the warmth of it.

“Ji, I’m ready to go.” 

All that warmth drained at the familiar voice behind her. Jihyo watched Jeongyeon wave, a dry, sardonic smile on her face.

“Hey, Sana.”

“Hi,” Sana half-regarded her. “Jihyo.”

Jihyo kept her back to her.

“Just a moment, Jeongyeon and I were—”

“I’m not going to tell you again.”

Jihyo closed her eyes and breathed out slowly through her nose. She turned around.

“Where’s Miyeon?”

“Why?”

“You can leave with her.”

“She already left for the night.”

“That’s a shame,” Jihyo said flatly. “I can give you her number so you can catch up to her. I’m sure she wouldn’t mind.”

“Already got it. Now can you go get my stuff so we can go?”

Jihyo was fighting the urge to tell her to fuck off, but with Sana draining any semblance of a good time she had left, she didn’t care much to stay either. It didn’t help that they lived together. She could possibly call a hotel and score a last minute booking, but she was too tired to deal with that. She pursed her lips then turned to request their things from the coat check. 

“I’m sorry,” Jeongyeon said again.

“It’s whatever. Really.” She looked at Jeongyeon. She seemed unphased, unfortunately used to this, but Jihyo was no less frustrated. “I’ll text you?”

“Call me,” she corrected. “You know I don’t answer texts.”

Jihyo let a smile free even if she knew it would piss Sana off. “Get home safe.”

“You too.” She waved over Jihyo’s shoulder. “Bye, Sana.”

Sana said nothing in return.

The second their belongings were placed in Jihyo’s hands, Sana was dragging Jihyo outside to their driver she’d apparently already texted to be ready.

Jihyo’s growing frustration bubbled hotly, ready to erupt throughout the silent ride home. To make it worse, Sana made sure to place as much space in between them as possible. Jihyo managed to hold herself back until the apartment door closed behind them.

“Sana.”

Sana ignored her. She removed her shoes, unzipped out of her dress and left it in the middle of the floor knowing that it was one of Jihyo’s biggest pet peeves. 

Jihyo breathed in hard, stepped over it, and followed her into the kitchen. 

“Sana.”

Sana still wouldn’t acknowledge her. She poured herself a glass of water from the fridge filter. She didn’t bother asking Jihyo if she wanted any. She drank it slowly, aggravatingly so.

Wound tightly with the need for an explanation, Jihyo grabbed her arm, making her almost drop the glass.

“Sana!”

“Let go, Ji.” She yanked her arm away, set the glass on the kitchen island and pushed past Jihyo, heading toward the winding staircase.

“Hey!” Jihyo, in tow, called after her. Through the bedroom and cornering her in their walk-in closet, Jihyo pulled at her again, urging her to face her. “We need to talk.”

“We don’t.” Sana swatted her away and turned her back to her to take off her bra, then her underwear.

Even in the midst of all her anger, Jihyo’s mouth went dry, which only served to frustrate her more.

“I’m sick of these games, Sana.”

“I said I don’t want to talk.”

“What is your fucking problem?”

Sana, fully naked, uncaring, turned around. It was the first time she looked Jihyo in the eye since they walked in the house.

“Fuck you,” was all she said before she attempted to push past her again. 

The coil in Jihyo snapped. Not a second later, she pushed Sana into the nearest wall, indignant lips on her. She gripped at her hips, hard and possessive, and bit her lip roughly—“fuck you too.”

She felt Sana smile into it, knowing she’d won. Because of course this was what she wanted. She sighed and moaned despite how rough Jihyo was being with her. 

Pulling at her hair to mouth at her neck. 

Letting her dull nails dig into her skin.

Biting down to leave solid bruises, not letting up when Sana squirmed, trapped against the wall. 

Whispering degrading filth in her ears, listening to Sana whimper and groan in response.

The more receptive Sana was to it all, the angrier Jihyo got. And Sana showed her better than she could tell her that she wanted Jihyo to take every single frustration she had out on her.

---

“Jihyo, please.”

The hours had pushed into early morning, birds chirping distantly outside. Sana’s words barely made it out of the silk that her face was pushed into. She was struggling to stay still; a wet, overstimulated mess. Jihyo chuckled relentlessly, drunk on her power trip, feeling Sana drip down her fingers and onto the sheets. Sana shook heavily while Jihyo pressed on the ever swollen pad inside her.

“I think you’ve got another one in you.”

Sana didn’t lift her head. Her red, sensitive ass was a testament to the last time she did. Jihyo let her fingers flutter a little longer, working her slower, drawing out the remnants of her most recent climax, feeling her twitch uncontrollably, daring her to say anything else. Sana could only whimper and forced herself to try to stay still. Jihyo smiled.

“Good girl.”

She licked and kissed up her spine, reveled in the barely held tremors of her body, then kissed the skin at her shoulder blade before whispering, “Lift.”

Sana weakly did as she was bid. Jihyo raised herself on her knees, held her strap in place, and slid in with no resistance. Sana was loud about it, but Jihyo didn’t care. She set a pace so hard and constant that Sana was arching forward and whimpering in sensitivity.

“Unh uh, don’t run from it.” Jihyo grabbed her hair possessively and harshly pulled her back.

“F-fuck, baby! Please!”

Jihyo still didn’t relent. She thought back to hours before, Sana picking that fight with her, then ignoring her, disrespecting her multiple times, effectively ruining her night. She ruminated on it; each thought made Jihyo pound into Sana harder. Her hips blurred and Sana sobbed uncontrollably, dripping everywhere and soaking the sheets that Jihyo would surely make her clean up later.

“Ji- Jihyo! Y-you’re— I’m— It’s s’much."

“How you acted earlier wasn’t too much?”

“I-I’m sorry baby–I should’ve— you were— fuck — that feels—”

“What?” Jihyo smacked her more than tender ass.

“Listened to y-you–shit— baby, I’m sorry!”

“I bet you are,” Jihyo chuckled, uncaring at this point. “Just look at you, you’ve been shivering so much—” she slowed herself, only briefly. The slightest hint of her fingers on her back made Sana squirm and clench. “You’re pathetic.” She smacked her ass again, hard. Sana yelped. 

When Jihyo felt her pussy start to push her out, she maneuvered her flat to bed, making sure she stayed inside. She covered her mouth with one hand and held herself up on her elbow with the other.

“Mmmf!” She began to pound into her again. Jihyo felt Sana’s tears stain her hands.

“I want you to remember this the next time you want to try me in public,” she leaned down and hissed in her ear. “You’re lucky I waited until we got home. Next time, I’ll have you like this in the next room and I dare you to make a single fucking sound.”

Only then did she remove her hand from Sana's mouth, only to snake it underneath Sana. Sana screamed hoarsely with Jihyo drawing sloppy circles around her clit. The way Sana writhed underneath her, Jihyo wished she could feel how hard Sana had to be bearing down on her strap. Sana was clawing at everything and nothing. Her body was lined with sweat, hair clinging to her face and neck. Red and purple marks decorated her skin. Her bruised ass shook every time Jihyo drove into her. Jihyo almost lost herself just watching, the beautiful debauchery of it all. Sana froze for a moment, then yelled in silence, pushing Jihyo out and wetting her hips copiously. Jihyo moved to sit on her knees next to her, watching Sana twitch violently. Jihyo pushed her hair back with both hands, trying to catch her breath, only realizing now that she needed to. Soon after, she removed the strap and lay on a drier side of the bed, rubbing Sana's back. It took Sana a few moments to recover, meticulously rolling over onto next to her, careful of the sore spots on her body.

She looked over Jihyo and at the clock on the nightstand. Jihyo’s eyes followed her. It was pushing seven in the morning. Jihyo was starting to feel it, eyes getting heavy. 

Sana laid down on her chest, throwing her arm over Jihyo’s waist. Jihyo tensed despite being tired. 

“Fuck, Ji, that was–”

“You’re not done.”

“Wait, what?” Jihyo quelled the worry in her voice, needily pulling the hand on her waist down between her legs, urging her to feel– “Oh.”

Jihyo sucked in a breath as Sana slid two fingers between pliant lips.

“Did I do this?” Sana whispered, breath hot on her chest.

Jihyo laid her hand on top of Sana’s, urging; she wanted relief and she wanted it quickly. Sana seemed to be done with her games, moving with purpose and Jihyo rolling her hips with her. Sana pushed one finger inside, then a second, pushing in and up and hitting the spot Jihyo needed. Jihyo was panting throughout it all, holding onto her wrist while Sana worked inside. Sana urged her along by kissing her chest, her neck, her cheek, then finally leaned up to taste her lips, sealing a whine in Jihyo’s throat at the feel of a soft thumb on her clit. It contrasted with Jihyo’s treatment of her, but she knew Sana had been okay with it, and that she was okay with this–waving her fingers and rolling her thumb and slipping her tongue in between Jihyo’s lips as Jihyo cried in her mouth, coming, body arching then falling, shaking and shaking until her body grew slack. Jihyo’s so sated and tired she could barely watch Sana slip out and suck her slick-coated fingers. Her eyes were closed, fast asleep by the time Sana was back on her chest. 

She woke late in the day with them still wrapped up into each other like that, not wanting to move in case she were to disturb Sana.

The slow laze of Sunday, with the sun only caressing their feet and the sound of cars too far to disturb them, but close enough to provide a comforting, rumbling lull, made her forget most of what happened the night before. But with Sana snoring soundly atop her, peaceful, content, Jihyo was as so to fall back asleep with her.

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{21} - Hotel California - Yandere!Demonic Entities!Ateez X Reader

Yandere AU & Demon AU - Based off of This ask and Hotel California by Eagles

Genre: Mature, Horror, Angst, Fluff, Slight Humor, Smut

Pairing: Ateez X Reader (Slight focus on Wooyoung & Jongho)

Words: 9,260

Warnings: Exhibitionism/Voyerism, Oral (Fem. receiving), a shit ton of praise. This is a Yandere story, it will contain themes such as stalking, violence, obsession, possessive natures, and just general overall creepiness and swearing. You have been warned.

A/n: This is my first time writing a smut like this, so please bear with me. I really hope you all enjoy it, I didn’t actually end the chapter how I thought it would end, but I'll just end the next one how I originally planned this chapter to end. That being said, I don’t think the next chapter will be extremely long then, but I will warn you, shit is about to go down. For now, enjoy this fluffy smut! As always, feedback is greatly appreciated! Enjoy~

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A low hum escapes your lips as you bury yourself deeper into the comfort of your warm blankets. It’s been about two weeks since you made up with Seonghwa, and currently, you’re taking things one day at a time. Now, they seem to have a council meeting every few days to see if any news has appeared regarding Miyeon and her two dangerous male partners. You don’t know why, but you have this ominous feeling that she’s going to act soon.

Just as you feel your subconscious fading once more into the land of dreams, you are reminded of what woke you in the first place.

The sound of buzzing coming from right beside your head has you groggily reaching towards your phone. Blinking a few times, you register faintly who’s calling you before you’re answering on the third ring.

“Reina?” Your voice is somewhat strained as you press your phone to your ear. “What’s wrong?”

A moment of silence before you hear her sniffling on the other end.

Immediately, your eyes are flinging open as you sit up in bed. Worry pulls at your features as you hear her crying over the phone.

“What happened?” You move the covers off of yourself, standing to your feet in an instant as you shove your slippers on.

“I-“ she sobs, “I-“

“Reina-“

“NCT!” She sobs into your ear, and you find yourself breathing a sigh of relief.

“For fuck’s sake, Reina!” You playfully scold her. “Don’t scare me like that!”

“WayV’s comeback!” She continues. “It’s… it’s… immaculate!”

“And here I was thinking your ex tried contacting you again.” You huff, shaking your head.

“Have you seen the Phantom music video, yet?” She asks, completely ignoring your statement.

“No, I’ve been sleeping.” You retort, sitting back onto the edge of the bed. “You know, like I usual do at this time.”

“Oh, shut up. It’s already noon.” The way she rolls her eyes at you is clear in her tone. “You need to go and watch this music video right now.”

“Babes, I-“

“Winwin has lines,” she cuts you off.

A moment of silence passes over you once more as you blink.

“The fuck! Why didn’t you lead with that?” You’re back on your feet in an instant, speeding to the cinema room down the hallway.

“Now, do you understand why I called you in tears?” She hums, and you can just tell she’s quirking a brow at you as she sniffs through the line again. “Actually, hold that thought. I’ll ask you again once you’ve watched it.”

“Okay, okay, hold your horses,” you trap your phone between your cheek and shoulder as you begin to set everything up. “I’m just pulling up YouTube now.”

“Oh, I can’t fucking wait for you to watch this,” she cackles maniacally. “Just wait until you see your biases.”

“Oh, no,” you chuckle.

“Oh, yes,” she cackles again. “Put me on speaker, I want to listen to the song again, too.”

“Okay, okay,” you say, doing just that. Taking a deep breath, you select the video. “Here we go.”

The opening sound of the drums fills your ears, and immediately you’re greeted by Ten appearing on screen. You blink.

“Okay, he looks mighty fine,” you comment.

“Oh, just wait,” she replies, and you can hear the grin in her voice.

Little do you notice the three males who have now appeared in the room, watching the screen along with you as the scene unfolds before their very eyes. Only Jongho dares to get close to you for the moment. A fact which you take every advantage of as soon as you hear one of the males on screen start singing.

“Winwin has lines.” Your mouth falls open in shock, turning to grab Jongho’s shirt as you begin to shake him frantically. “Winwin has more lines!”

Who the fuck is Winwin? Seonghwa grumbles as he steps into the room, Hongjoong following in his wake to see you continuing to cling onto the front of Jongho’s shirt while both San and Yunho stand off to the side of the room.

I’m assuming the one that just sung with the low voice. Yunho replies, arms crossed in front of his chest.

“Reina, you bitch!” You turn on your phone in the next second, hearing her laughing on the other end. “You didn’t tell me Kun is living his gothic vampire fantasy in this!”

“I knew you’d appreciate it!” She replies giddily.

Your eyes go wide just as the second verse starts, hand coming up to be placed directly over your heart in shock, “Yangyang?”

“He looks good, doesn’t he?”

“Have you seen my son?” You blink, quite a few times. “What happened to my son?”

“Your son has become a man, Miss Girl,” Reina teases. “Ah! Winwin!”

“It is too early for this shit!” The hand over your heart grips desperately at your shirt. “I woke up, only to be attacked.”

“WayV always delivers,” she agrees.

“The theatre kid in me is screaming,” you comment.

“And the throne of swords? Bitch, I will gladly sit in any one of their laps in that throne,” her voice comes through loud and clear, and you cackle. “You know I would.”

“I know you would,” you grin, shifting your position so you’re holding your one elbow in your hand for support as you continue to grasp your phone in your opposite one. “I’m just mesmerized by the metal claws.”

“Oh, yeah, you did have a thing for that, even with Lion by G-Idle,” she says. “I’m just surprised you haven’t commented on the eyes yet.”

“I was getting there,” you sit on the edge of the couch just as the bridge hits. “Oh, we stan Xiaojun’s high notes once more.”

“You’re honestly acting much calmer than I thought you would be right now,” Reina notes.

“Well, to be fair, I just woke up,” you tell her. “Still, doesn’t mean I’m okay.”

More maniacal laughter can be heard from the other end as the song comes to an end.

Taking a brief glance around the room, you notice all eight of them standing around with pouts on their faces. Some, like Wooyoung, San, Yunho, and Hongjoong all stand with their arms crossed, too.

“Now do you understand why I called you in tears?” Reina repeats her question from earlier, a knowing tone to her voice.

“Yes, yes,” you reply, waving her off slightly. “You still scared the shit out of me.”

“Oh, believe me, if it was my ex I wouldn’t have been in tears,” she jokes.

“I would hope not, but you never know,” you reply.

“So,” she continues, “tell me your thoughts.”

At her words, you notice eight pointed looks sent your way. You quirk a brow.

“WayV never disappoints,” you begin, sitting yourself further back on the couch for the moment. “Though I will say, completely missed opportunity with not putting them in corsets.”

A loud cackle is heard on the other end as you watch both Seonghwa and San practically stumble over in their spots.

“You and I both know they would have been too powerful in corsets.” Reina’s voice rings out.

“Still, fucking SM strikes again,” you tut, shaking your head. “The chorus reminds me of Seulgi’s solo.”

“Oh god, this better not be another ‘Sticker sounds like a revamped Don’t Call Me’ thing.” She teases.

“It did!” You argue. “The beat was just sped up!”

“Don’t talk to me about the recorder trill song.”

“Says the ‘Two Bitches’ apologist.”

“At least that song was good!”

“In what fucking universe is ‘Two bitches’ better than ‘Sticker’?” You reply, eyes wide despite the fact she cannot see you right now.

“Um, in every universe, bitch,” she scoffs, clearly rolling her eyes at you. “Anyways, as much as I’d love to hear more about what is sure to be your hour long rant on men in corsets, I have to go to work.”

“Reina!” You sigh, exasperatedly. “You phoned me!”

“Yeah, because you needed to be aware of the absolute masterpiece that is Phantom.” She replies, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

“And it seriously could not have been sent in a text?” You huff.

“Clearly not!” She sasses back. “I may not be able to see you, but I know for a fact you’re sitting down right now.”

“Well, yeah, but-“

“Which part was it? Was it the flashing eyes? Ten? Kun’s gothic look? The metal claws? All of the above?” She giggles.

“Sounds like someone is projecting,” you mutter, leaning forward to hide your head in your hands.

“Guilty!” She laughs once more. “Anyways, I really have to go cause I may or may not have actually called you on my break. Talk to you later! Ciao!”

“Reina-“

However, before another word of protest can leave your lips, she ends the call.

Little does she realize the storm she left you sitting in as eight males continue to stare you down in the cinema room. You let out a long sigh.

“Um, good afternoon?” You attempt a greeting.

“Winwin, huh?” Yeosang is surprisingly the first one to break the silence, his arms crossed in front of his chest as he looks at you expectantly.

You shrug in your own defence, “he got fucking lines, finally.”

“Yes, I’m well aware,” Jongho grumbles, pouting as he sits beside you on the couch.

“Whoops,” you chuckle, somewhat nervously. “Sorry about that, bubs.”

Reaching over, you pat his arm comfortingly, noticing how he immediately seems to relax the slightest bit beneath your touch.

“Is this a common occurrence?” Yunho quirks a brow, leaning against the wall.

“With WayV and Reina? Oh, yeah,” you nod. “I’m honestly surprised it took her this long to call. Last time she called me ten minutes after the music video dropped because she ‘needed time to watch it again first.’”

“You seem much calmer than she is, though,” Wooyoung observes.

“I am still processing in my semi-awake state,” you reply honestly, touching the tips of your fingers together as you lean forward, resting your elbows onto your knees. “Then again, it’d be a lot worse if it were a VIXX comeback, or SHINee. Still, oof.”

“Oof?” Mingi repeats, eyebrows raised.

“It’s a good song!” You shrug, defending yourself. “The concept is great, and it’s been a while since the last WayV release, so…” Then, more to yourself, “I wonder what the b-side release will be…”

“B-side?” Hongjoong quirks a brow.

“It’s usually also a banger,” you nod to yourself as if remembering something. “Mmmh, Action Figure.”

Taking a look around the room, you let out a sigh.

“Look, if you’re going to be jealous about it, can you go and do it somewhere else?” You spare a glance at all of them and notice how Jongho, Mingi, Yunho, and Yeosang seem to relax the slightest. “It’s been a while since I’ve been this excited over an NCT comeback.”

The way you see both San’s and Wooyoung’s pouts deepen causes you to let out another sigh.

“Just because you don’t like them, doesn’t mean I don’t like them,” you remind them all.

“We know, Darling,” Jongho replies, leaning further back into the couch. “It’s just difficult to watch you practically drooling over other men.”

“Do you honestly all think I’ve never thought about any of you in such ways before?” Your question has an immediate silence settling over the room. “Why would I want people who don’t even know I exist over eight highly powerful, extremely attractive Kings?”

Eight pleased growls echo around the room.

“Look,” you exhale a long sigh, standing back to your feet, “if there’s one thing I need you all to understand, it’s that despite wherever it may seem that we are in our individual relationships, I am committed to you, not anyone else. Yes, I joke, and yes I tease, but I would never act on such things. Loyalty is something I value above anything else, and you’ve all had mine since I started falling for all of you.”

“You’ve had ours since before you came to us,” Seonghwa voices the thought on all of their minds.

You turn to face him, a soft upturn to your lips. “I know. That’s why I don’t get jealous. I mean, I usually don’t, anyways, but you don’t think I’ve realized that you all probably have your own little fan clubs of demons pining for your affection?” You chuckle, arms crossed in front of your chest. “Just because I have interests, doesn’t mean I’m going to up and leave you all at the drop of a hat.”

They remain silent for the moment.

“Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go change, and then I’m going to come back and spend the day either binging anime or music videos because it’s been a while since I’ve done either.” You say, already moving towards the door. “You’re all welcome to join me-“ at the way Wooyoung’s eyes gleam, you’re quick to add, “not while I’m changing.” Your narrowed eyes zero in on the way his pout is immediately back on his face. “As I was saying,” you continue, “you’re all welcome to join me when I get back. I would be more than happy to finally share some of my favourite things with you.”

Before you give any of them a chance to respond, you’ve left the room.

Not even fifteen minutes later you walk back into the cinema room to see all eight of them sitting in different spots, seemingly waiting patiently for your return. You smile, a fact which immediately brightens the room.

“I’m glad you all stayed,” you say, nothing but honesty dripping from your words as you make your way back over to the one couch to sit between Jongho and Yeosang, much to the other’s disappointment.

“We are always happy to learn more about you, Dearest,” Yeosang replies as he watches you sit beside him.

“Then, I think it’s time to show you all of my favourite songs,” you grin, already cuing up the next video on screen. “Warning: not all of them are happy.”

“We would love that,” Yunho smiles at you from across the room.

“Good,” you return the look, “because my favourite songs reveal more about me than I ever could.”

Little do you realize how each male straightens the slightest bit at your words. The significance and meaning of you opening yourself up in such a way washes over each and every one of them, hearts swelling in their chests. Attentively, they watch the screen.

For the next two and a half hours, you show them your favourite songs and music videos. Sure, a few of them, like Wooyoung, Seonghwa, and Hongjoong all still get jealous when you praise certain people on screen, but you notice it’s nowhere near as bad as it was before. Looks like your words truly did reassure them more than you’ll ever know.

“You seem to have a thing for dancers,” Yunho quirks a brow at you from across the way, and you notice how Wooyoung perks up immediately.

“Do I?” You hum knowingly. “I thought I mentioned how I appreciate good dancing before.”

“Once or twice,” Mingi grins, shooting a look towards San, whom then both turn towards Wooyoung in the next moment.

“I’d be more than happy to dance for you sometime, Gorgeous,” Wooyoung meets your gaze, and you notice how he rests his head on his one arm as he turns his whole body to look at you from across the room.

“I’d love that,” you smile back, and instantly Wooyoung can feel his heart absolutely pounding in his chest.

Just then, your phone pings, and you notice it’s a message from Reina. Only, when you open it, your eyes nearly bug right out of your head. That is, until the corner of your lips are quirking upwards.

Subtly, you shift your phone to show Yeosang the picture that is now displayed on your screen, seeing as you’ve taken the liberty to lean against him as more time had passed.

His reaction is immediate, and you can feel the way his breath hitches in his throat as his whole body tenses beneath you. His grip around your waist tightens ever so slightly, and you don’t even need to look at him to know that his eyes are glued to your screen.

Fucking hell, she’s trying to kill me. With each second that passes by, Yeosang finds it harder and harder to control himself around you, his gaze still never leaving your phone.

Out of the corner of your eyes, you notice Jongho glancing towards you with a curious gleam in his own. So, of course, you turn your phone to show him now, too.

This time, his reaction is instantly verbalized as a low curse escapes his lips.

All heads turn to look at you. You quirk a brow, a knowing smirk pulling at your lips.

“Here,” you shift slightly, choosing your next target carefully, “catch.”

In an instant, you’ve tossed your phone at San, noticing how both Yunho and Wooyoung surround him on either side. Wooyoung’s eyes nearly bug right out of his head as he sees the photo onscreen, practically snatching the phone from San’s grip as he stares at the picture presented to him.

“What? What’s going on?” Mingi, oh so innocently, asks, sitting forward in his spot.

“See for yourself,” Yunho clears his throat, snatching the phone from an overly eager Wooyoung who whines as soon as the picture disappears from sight.

You notice San still sits frozen in his spot, hand still in front of his body as if he’s still holding onto your phone. You giggle.

I think the correct term is she’s trying to kill us. Mingi has to stop himself from physically panting once he sees the image appear onscreen in front of himself.

If one of you don’t tell us what’s going on right now- Hongjoong begins before being cut off by Mingi in the next second.

See for yourself, Mingi tosses your phone at his Captain, who catches it with ease.

Again, his reaction is immediate. Hongjoong’s breathing deepens, and you notice his eyes swirling with that all too familiar blackness as he glances up at you. Even the eldest fairs no better, a low growl escaping his lips as he leans over to see what his brothers have had the pleasure of observing before him. No wonder they’re all reacting this way.

There, shining on the phone’s screen rests your figure, posing for the camera in the most intricate corset they’ve ever seen in their lives. The way a sultry grin pulls at your painted lips only adds to the image, captivating them at every glance.

“You can swipe right, you know,” you chuckle.

“There’s more?” Seonghwa practically moans out, grip deadly on the cushion beneath his hand.

Your nod is all the confirmation they need.

Instantly, San, Mingi, and Wooyoung are all on their feet, practically stumbling over each other as they race to see the other photos in the set. Jongho and Yunho are more subtle about it, but you can tell there’s an eagerness to their steps as they surround the two eldest still sitting on the couch. Hongjoong still holds your phone in his hand, grip trembling the slightest bit as he begins to swipe through the photos onscreen.

Turning your head slightly, you notice how Yeosang hasn’t moved a single inch yet. You can tell how badly he wants to go look, though, for his entire body is the most ridged its ever been beneath your touch.

Catching his eye, you simply quirk a brow at him, shifting your weight so he can move. Instantly, he’s stood from the couch, shoving his way through his brothers to see the images on your phone.

“Now, who are the one’s drooling?” You chuckle once more, shifting yourself so that you’re laying on your side on the couch.

“My Love, you cannot blame us,” Hongjoong meets your gaze, his eyes flashing black for the briefest of moments.

“I never said I did,” you grin, supporting your head in your one hand as you prop yourself up by your elbow. “Gives me a huge confidence boost knowing I can affect you all in such a way.”

“Oh, you have no idea,” Mingi breathes out, both him and Jongho looking towards you out of the corner of their eyes.

“We’ve never-“ Seonghwa clears his throat. “We’ve never seen you like this before.”

“And you’re the only ones that have,” you reply, a devious grin to your lips. “Well, other than Reina, of course. She’s the one that took the photos.”

“You mean…?” Yeosang turns to look at you next.

“I’ve never shown those photos to anybody,” you confirm with a slight nod to your head. “Granted, I almost forgot they existed until she sent them to me again just now.”

“How…?” Wooyoung trails off, glancing between you and your phone, as if he cannot decide where he wants to keep his gaze. He swallows thickly.

“She dragged my ass to a renaissance fair, demanded we try on corsets, and then begged me to take photos for her portfolio,” you explain. At the questioning looks they continue to send you, you chuckle once more. “Reina is a photographer.”

“You mean there’s more photos of you like this?” San sounds a little too eager as he says this.

“Perhaps,” you smirk.

“Where?” Hongjoong’s eyes are near wild as he shifts his gaze to yours once more. “When?”

“Woah,” you giggle, and it does nothing to help the way each male feels in this very moment, “you’re all acting like I showed you my nudes or something.”

“You have nudes?” Mingi’s mouth goes dry, lips parting as he attempts to control his breathing for the moment.

Your eyes widen dramatically, raising your one hand in front of you in your defence as they all turn to look at you eagerly. “No, I do not have nudes. Don’t go snooping through my phone trying to find them, either. You will be severely disappointed.”

The way their shoulders all visibly seem to droop has your eyebrows raising even further.

“I show you several photos of me in a corset and you all decide to start asking for nudes,” you tut teasingly. “And here I thought I was the needy one.”

“You know,” Yunho clears his throat, “if you need any help sorting out those needs, we are more than happy to assist you.”

If your eyes go any wider, and you think that your eyeballs will fall right out of your head.

Then, a teasing grin is pulling at your lips as you quirk a brow. “All of you?”

“All of us.” San replies, breathlessly.

“At the same time?”

An air of stillness settles over all of them as you watch them stiffen.

“At the same time.” Seonghwa confirms, voice barely above a whisper as he meets your gaze.

“So, you would be okay with that?” You inquire, nothing but curiosity reflected in your tone. “If I wanted more than one of you at a time?”

“If that is what you so desire,” Hongjoong confirms, chest rising and falling dramatically as he meets your gaze. “As long as it was us, and only us."

“We only want to please you, Dearest,” Yeosang breathes, voice low and airy.

You nod, the corner of your lips tugging upwards in a smirk. “So, if I said only one of you could touch me while the others watched, you’d all be okay with that?”

Eight low growls reach your ears as their eyes flash.

“If that is what you wanted, Baby, we’d be more than happy to oblige,” San’s voice is but a low drawl on his lips, nothing but desire shining within his eyes as he trails his gaze over your figure laying on the couch. Of course, he’s hoping that he’ll be the only one able to touch you right now while the others watch, if that’s truly what you’re implying is about to happen.

“Seeing you experiencing pleasure would be enough for any one of us, as long as we got to experience it with you.” Seonghwa breathes, eyes locked on your figure as his tongue darts out to wet his lips.

You cannot help it, your breath hitches in your throat, and you find yourself immediately sitting up. Crossing your legs over one another, you take the time to meet each one of their gazes, seeing nothing but sincerity and desire for you shining within their orbs. You swallow the sudden dryness in your throat.

“Whatever you want,” Mingi rumbles out.

“Whenever you need it,” Yunho adds, just as lowly.

Cautiously, Wooyoung takes a small step towards you. His eyes are the darkest you’ve ever seen them as he trails his gaze shamelessly over your body, locking in on the way your legs shift subconsciously the closer he gets to you.

“Please, won’t you let us experience you like this, Angel?” His voice is low, desperate as he comes to stand directly in front of your sitting form on the couch. Slowly, he begins to lower himself onto his knees in front of you, shaking hands reaching out to place them gently on your crossed legs. “I promise we’ll make this worth your while.”

“All we want is to please you,” San’s chest heaves with every breath he takes, dark eyes watching your every movement carefully.

“Say the word, Darling,” Jongho cannot tear his eyes away from yours as he slowly begins stalking towards you. “Say the word, and we’ll do everything in our power to please you.”

You lips part the slightest as you find yourself uncrossing your legs. The whole time, Wooyoung’s hands never leave your body, fingers subtly pressing into the skin of your lower thighs as his palms rest over your knees. His chest rises and falls dramatically as he can hear your heartbeat racing in his ears, along with the way your scent spikes with arousal. His eyes flash once more, and he knows for a fact that he isn’t the only one this affected by you right now.

“Please,” the word is a near whimper on his lips as he looks up into your eyes, “won’t you let us?”

You blink, swallowing thickly as you are surrounded by their lustful stares. You cannot deny the way your entire body heats beneath their gazes, a fire lighting in your veins as they continue to stare at you with nothing but desire in their eyes. This is just as intense for them right now as it is for you, and you cannot help the way need courses through you.

“Okay,” your response is but a whisper on your lips as you stand to your feet.

Collectively, their breaths all catch in their throat as they watch you shift your hand to undo the button on the front of your jeans.

“You mean…?” Seonghwa’s mouth goes dry, eyes flashing as he watches you meet his gaze.

“Yes,” you confirm, your own eyes flashing. “Two of you may touch me while the others watch.”

Wooyoung’s grip on you tightens, and he can feel his whole body tense. None of his brothers have to hear his thoughts to know that he’s just daring them to try and move him from his spot kneeling before you right now.

“Who-“ Wooyoung can barely get the words out to ask you which two of them you want to touch you. His whole body begins to tremble at the thought of being so close to you, yet you choosing someone else.

The grin that pulls onto your features says it all, “whoever else can get to me first.”

The way their gazes all flash black is instantaneous, growls resonating throughout the room as they spare glances at each other out of the corner of their eyes. You have half a mind to quirk a brow at them all until you feel a warmth standing at your back, pressing himself further into you as his arms wrap around your waist.

You notice Wooyoung smirk.

“Like hell I’m letting you have all the fun,” Jongho’s voice is low, right beside your ear as he leans into you. “If we do something you don’t like, you let us know right away, Darling.”

Your heart warms as a soft smile paints your features, “I will.”

Jongho’s hands begin to toy with the hem of your shirt as you feel Wooyoung slide his own up your thighs. Slowly, the elder of the two begins to drag the zipper of your jeans down, eyes locked on your own and searching for any signs of hesitance or discomfort. He finds none.

“May we?” Wooyoung’s voice is low, and you can feel the way his fingers shake against your skin as he barely hooks the tips beneath the waistline of your jeans.

Six pairs of eager eyes watch you closely from around the room, each male settling into a spot where they can see you clearly. They will savour this moment for eternity, for as long as you will allow them to indulge.

“You may,” you confirm. However, your hand on top of Jongho’s pauses his movements of stripping you of your shirt. “But, my shirt stays on. I’m not being the only one naked in a room full of eight men. Sorry boys, that’s one power dynamic I do not like.”

“As you wish, My Queen,” Jongho’s voice is low, nothing but a drawl on his lips as he releases the material of your shirt from his grip.

“Whatever makes you most comfortable, Dearest,” Yeosang smiles softly at you from across the room, and you notice all of them staring at you with such fond looks in their eyes.

“We are just happy to be sharing such a moment with you,” Yunho says, lips parting as he watches Wooyoung drag the material of your jeans down your legs.

“Our Queen,” San’s voice rumbles out, eyes flashing as he trails his gaze over your body.

Eight pleased growls reach your ears, causing a shiver to run up your spine. A fact of which both males holding onto you feel, making them smirk.

Jongho’s hands settle on your waist, thumbs gently stroking over your skin as Wooyoung helps you step out of your jeans. In the next moment, he hooks his fingers through the waistline of your panties, eyes shining as he meets your gaze once more. As soon as he sees you give him a nod of confirmation, he slowly begins to drag the offending material down your legs.

Again, a shiver caresses your spine at the feeling of his fingers trailing over your skin.

The full scent of your arousal begins to fill the room, echoed only by the low growls you can hear as they all take a deep breath. You can practically feel Jongho’s chest humming against your back as he pulls you the slightest bit closer into him for the moment.

“Fuck, you smell so good, Darling,” Jongho begins to nip at the skin of your ear, his voice but a low rumble. Several growls of agreement echo throughout the room. “Makes me desperate for a taste.”

The way your breath hitches is music to all of their ears.

“You’re not the only desperate one here, brother,” Seonghwa practically growls at the youngest, dark eyes trained in on the apex of your thighs.

Out of the corner of your eyes, you see Yunho smirk, licking his lips knowingly.

“What I wouldn’t give for a taste right now,” San pants, tongue darting out to wet his lips as he clings onto the couch he’s sitting on for dear life.

Never would you have expected the effect of feeling all of their hungry gazes on you like this. The desire alone you can see swimming beneath the blackness of their eyes sets your heart racing, feeling yourself clench around nothing the more comments that keep slipping passed their lips.

Glancing down once more, you see Wooyoung bring your panties up to his nose, inhaling deeply as a low groan escapes his lips. His whole body shudders as his eyes flash open, instantly captivating you at the darkness swirling within.

“Fuck,” he breathes, “just as perfect as I remember.”

You cannot deny the way your stomach twists in pleasure.

Slowly, you reach a hand out to cup the side of Wooyoung’s face in your palm, noticing how he immediately leans into your touch. You smirk.

“How about we let someone else enjoy these for now, hmm?” You hum, shifting your grip slightly to snatch your panties out of his one hand.

As soon as you right yourself, you see six pairs of eyes locked intently on your figure. Stepping out of the two youngest’s hold, you begin walking towards one male in particular who straightens in his seat.

Hongjoong can feel his heart absolutely pounding beneath his chest as you come to stand in front of him with those hooded eyes of yours. He swallows thickly, watching you with dark eyes of his own as you gracefully drop your panties into his lap.

You flick a brow at him teasingly, that damned smirk pulling at your lips as you drawl out an, “enjoy, Captain.”

Hongjoong has half the mind to pull you into his lap right this very second, and claim you in front of the others like he’s always desired. Oh, so badly does he want to grab you by the hips, and kiss you until you’re breathless, pleasing you until he is the only thing on your mind.

Alas, Hongjoong is a patient man, and he is more than content with this turn of events. Besides, he knows that when the time finally comes where he can finally make you his in every meaning of the way, it will be that much more sweeter.

Reaching down, he’s quick to grasp your panties in his one hand, feeling the jealous stares of his brothers on him as he shamelessly raises the material to his nose and inhales deeply.

A shuddering moan escapes him as your scent fully surrounds him, his fingers tightening subtly on the material in his hand. Hongjoong can feel his already semi-hard cock twitching beneath his slacks, dark eyes locked on your figure as you situate yourself between the two youngest once more.

As soon as Jongho’s hands are back on your waist, you feel him pulling you down onto the couch behind you. His chin rests on your shoulder, back pressed against his chest as he holds you in his lap. He smirks, hearing you let out a small gasp as you feel his hard cock pressing against your ass.

Out of the corner of your eyes, you notice Wooyoung shift the slightest bit forward.

In the next second, Wooyoung’s hands are back on your knees, his thumb gently stroking over your exposed skin. You notice how your legs seem to be hooked around Jongho’s for the moment, and you have to swallow the sudden dryness in your throat as you feel them both beginning to spread you open for all to see.

The feeling of Wooyoung’s hands running up your inner thighs has another shiver caressing your spine, lips parting in a silent moan. The way Jongho’s thighs tense beneath you has you practically keening against him as you look down to see Wooyoung staring, completely transfixed, at your weeping entrance.

“Fuck, what a pretty pussy you have, Angel,” Wooyoung moans, fingers pressing that much firmer into your skin as he spreads you even further apart.

You cannot help the way you clench at his words, hearing several other low moans echo throughout the room.

“So fucking beautiful,” Mingi growls out, chest rising and falling dramatically with each breath he takes.

“So fucking perfect,” Yeosang groans, eyes fluttering shut as he absolutely revels in this moment right here, right now, with you.

“And all ours,” San practically snarls, eyes flashing black along with all of his brothers’.

“Our Queen,” Hongjoong’s voice is but a low growl as he continues gripping onto your panties for dear life, black eyes locked on the way your dripping entrance clenches around nothing once more.

An unabashed moan tumbles from your lips as your eyes flutter closed, leaning your head back to rest against Jongho’s shoulder.

“My Kings,” your voice is breathless as you practically whimper out those two simple words, but the effect is still immediate.

Eight pleased snarls fill your ears, hearing their breathing all deepen in the next moment. You even feel Jongho twitch beneath you, a fact which makes you smile.

This is everything they could have ever asked for, and so much more. The fact that you trust them enough to indulge in such fantasies with them, that you are allowing them to even see you in such a state, means more to them than you’ll ever know.

“Fucking hell, she looks so good like this,” Mingi pants, his whole body visibly shaking. “All spread out for us to see.”

“Look at her,” Seonghwa moans, fingers digging harshly into the couch beneath him as he attempts to maintain some form of control over his body for the time being. “She’s practically dripping, and we haven’t even touched her yet.”

“Just how wet is she?” Hongjoong asks the question on all of their minds, gaze focussing in on that pretty pussy of yours on full display for every single one of them.

Wooyoung meets your gaze for the briefest of moments, noting how you nod ever so subtly as he leans even further into you. As soon as he has your consent, he’s shifting his one hand, running a tender thumb over your dripping entrance and feeling just how wet you are.

Shamelessly, a moan tumbles from his lips, eyes fluttering shut as his hands begin to shake. The way your own chest rises and falls dramatically does nothing to help any of them right now.

“She’s soaked,” Wooyoung groans, eyes flashing once more as they settle on your weeping entrance.

“Pretty Baby,” San hums, drawing your attention to him to see him practically devouring you already with his eyes. “Are you enjoying this as much as we are right now?”

“Yes,” your answer is immediate, nothing more than a moan on your lips.

They all groan in response, and you feel Jongho twitch once again beneath you.

“Tell us, Petal,” Yunho’s voice rumbles out, low and seductive, as he draws your attention to him next. “Have you thought about this before? Have you fantasized about one of us touching you? About one of us pleasing you while the others watched?”

Your breath catches in your throat, and you swallow thickly. “Yes.”

Eight pleased snarls sound around the room.

Wooyoung licks his lips, inhaling your scent deeply once more as he slowly begins to lean into you. His hands shamelessly trail up your thighs, fingers digging into the soft flesh there as his eyes dart to your own briefly. 

“Then, let me make all your dreams come true, Angel.” The warmth of his breath ghosts along the skin of your entrance, causing your whole body to tremble in anticipation. Yet still, he waits for your nod of confirmation.

The feeling of Jongho trailing his hands up your sides and beneath the material of your shirt makes it increasingly harder to think. Still, you manage to nod your head, a breathless ‘please’ falling from your lips in the next second.

The word has barely finished falling from your lips when Wooyoung’s are on you, tongue darting out to finally taste you after so long of simply fantasizing about it. At the same time, Jongho takes this opportunity to cup your breasts over your bra, giving them an appreciative squeeze.

Your reaction is immediate. Your eyes flutter shut as a low moan escapes your parted lips, head being tossed back onto Jongho’s shoulder. Your one hand instantly moves to tangle in Wooyoung’s hair, fingers tugging at his roots as he lets out an appreciative groan.

The second swipe of his tongue between your folds is synonymous with the way Jongho practically tears your bra off of you, tossing it somewhere in the room in the next moment. Your protest practically dies in your throat as you feel Wooyoung beginning to suck your clit into his mouth at the same time Jongho’s hands return to your breasts, kneading the tender flesh beneath his grip. In the next moment, his fingers move to pinch at your hardening nipples, eliciting another of the sweetest moans from your lips as he rolls them between his thumb and forefinger.

Your breathing comes in jagged pants, a low curse escaping you in the next moment as you feel Wooyoung laving his mouth over your entire pussy. He pulls you closer, moaning shamelessly into you as his eyes flutter shut.

“Is she as sweet as she looks?” Seonghwa licks his lips, eyes darting between the way Wooyoung devours your dripping entrance, and every beautiful expression you’re giving them right now.

“Sweeter,” Wooyoung moans, feeling you clench around his tongue in response.

“Fuck- look at you,” Jongho groans lowly in your ear, his teeth finding purchase on the skin of your neck in the next second. “Look at you getting lost in the pleasure only we can provide for you.”

Another whimper escapes your lips, fingers tightening their hold in Wooyoung’s hair as you pull him closer into you. A fact which he is more than happy to oblige.

“So fucking beautiful, Starlight,” Mingi growls out once more.

“No idea what you do to us,” Hongjoong snarls, gaze never leaving your figure for one second as he indulges in this moment right alongside his brothers.

“Our perfect Queen,” Yeosang’s voice rumbles out, low and sultry as you just manage to meet his gaze.

Wooyoung moans against you, feeling you clench once more around his tongue at his brother’s words. Greedily, he continues to lave his mouth over your wet cunt, tongue delving between your folds before coming up to flick at your clit. He can feel your sweet nectar flooding his every sense, absolutely loving the way you begin to drip down his chin as he sucks your clit into his mouth yet again. This is everything he could have ever wanted, and so much more.

Nothing could have prepared them for the next word that falls from your lips.

“Yours.”

The eight snarls that greet your ears are unlike anything you’ve ever heard before.

“I don’t think I will ever grow tired of hearing you say that, Petal,” Yunho groans, his entire body visibly shaking as he continues to watch your face contort in pleasure.

“Oh, fuck- Wooyoung-“ your breath hitches as you toss your head back, thighs twitching slightly as both your hands now bury themselves in his hair. “Just like that.”

A pride unlike any other fills his chest as his eyes flash black, a pleased rumble reverberating against your core as he feels you pull him in closer. Wooyoung has to see you fall apart because of him. He just has to. So, he does what he does best. He pulls you even closer, redoubling his efforts as his tongue delves between your folds once more.

You find you can barely keep your eyes open, the pleasure thrumming through your veins drowning you in an ecstasy unlike anything you’ve felt before. The added fact that you can feel their heated gazes on you, noticing how most of them begin to stroke themselves over their pants in time with your breaths has your stomach twisting in pleasure. Never have you ever felt so desired before in your entire life, and you wouldn’t want it any other way.

What makes this moment all the more intense is the love you can see dripping within their eyes as they continue to stare at you. You can feel it in your bones: they don’t view you as some object to them, but as their equal. Always, and forever, you are theirs, just as much as they are yours.

So, you decide to remind them.

“My Kings,” your voice is low, airy as you can feel your release building within you. You know you have their complete and utter attention as that coil continues to tighten within your lower abdomen, seconds away from snapping. “You’re mine.”

The words are barely out of your mouth when you feel your release washing over you like a wave upon the shore. Your eyes squeeze shut, a loud whine escaping you as your whole body trembles within both Jongho’s and Wooyoung’s hold. 

The grip you have on Wooyoung’s hair is deadly as he continues to ride you through your high, tongue greedily devouring every last drop you have to offer him of your sweet nectar. Even Jongho finds it difficult to catch his breath, chest rising and falling right alongside your own as he gently strokes his hands over your sides for the moment.

All that can be heard throughout the room is the sound of heavy breathing and your muted whimpers as Wooyoung laves his tongue lazily over your folds.

Slowly, Jongho begins to trail his lips over the side of your neck, placing tender kisses against your skin and muttering subtle praises into your ear.

“So beautiful,” he whispers, fingers digging into your hips. “So perfect.”

“You did so well for us, Angel,” Wooyoung hums, slowly trailing kisses over the skin of your inner thighs as he helps to calm you further, grounding you back to reality with every press of his lips against you. “For me.”

“Our Queen,” Seonghwa hums, looking towards you through hooded eyes. “Thank you, for letting us indulge,”

You smile faintly, still attempting to catch your breath as you are more than content to rest in Jongho’s arms for the moment.

“I didn’t realize that would be so intense,” you manage to get out, resting your one hand over your stomach. Briefly, you spare a glance around the room as a heat blooms on your cheeks. “Did you all, uh-“ you swallow the sudden dryness in your throat as you feel all eight pairs of eyes on you, waiting patiently for you to continue. “Did you all enjoy it?”

You can feel the way Jongho smiles against your skin as you see the others all glancing at you with nothing but a tender fondness in their eyes.

“More than you’ll ever know, My Love,” Hongjoong is the one who answers, speaking the thoughts on all of their minds. “Now, if you’ll excuse us, some of us need to change.”

Your lips part in mild shock, heart fluttering in your chest as you realize the implications behind his words. Now that you think about it, you do feel a small wet patch against your ass right where you had previously felt the press of Jongho’s hard cock.

“Oh,” you giggle, and again, the sound is like music to their ears.

In the blink of an eye, all of them except for both Wooyoung and Jongho disappear from your sight.

“Are you okay, Darling?” Jongho keeps his voice low as he leans into your ear for the nth time this afternoon.

“We didn’t push you too far, too fast, did we?” Nothing but concern is reflected in Wooyoung’s eyes as he lovingly runs his hand over the skin of your one thigh.

“Not at all,” you shake your head, a smile tugging at your lips. “I rather enjoyed that.”

The brilliant smile that paints Wooyoung’s features sets your heart racing in your chest. A look you’re sure is mirrored on Jongho’s face as he tightens his arms around your waist, hugging you to him as he buried his nose into the side of your neck.

“Next time, don’t tear my bra, though,” you poke Jongho’s one thigh, feeling the way he chuckles beneath you as he slowly closes your legs.

“I can just buy you a new one, Darling,” his voice playfully rumbles out.

“Or I can just make one for you,” Seonghwa reappears instantly, drawing your attention across the room. “I have quite a few ideas after today, anyways.”

“Let me guess,” you grin knowingly, “there’s a corset in there somewhere, isn’t there?”

“Guilty,” he chuckles, just as Mingi appears with a glass of water held in his hand for you.

Taking the glass, you thank him lightly. “Then, there better be one for each of you in that order of yours.”

Immediately, all of their eyes are on you.

“What?” You grin. “I’m not wearing one unless all of you wear one. Make them matching for all I care, but I’m serious about absolutely loving men in corsets.”

You notice all of them swallowing thickly.

“But of course,” Seonghwa breathes, just as the rest of his brothers reappear in the room.

“Anything for you, Dearest,” Yeosang smiles as he hands you a fresh pair of pants and underwear.

“Hehe,” you giggle as you take the clothes from Yeosang’s outstretched hands, “yay!”

A moment of silence settles over the nine of you as you move off of Jongho to slip your fresh pair of panties on.

“Oh, so you don’t want these back?” Hongjoong quirks a brow, your other pair held in his one hand.

You meet his gaze, blinking a few times at him in response. That is, until a devious grin is tugging onto your lips. “I told you to enjoy, didn’t I?”

The way you quirk a brow knowingly at him has him disappearing instantly, hiding your panties somewhere safe in his room before he reappears in the next second.

“No fair!” San whines just as both Wooyoung and Jongho reappear in the room with a fresh set of clothes on. “I want a pair, too.”

A laugh escapes you just as you slip your new pants on, noticing how he’s not the only one who wears a large pout on his face.

“Oh, relax, will you,” you tut teasingly at Mingi, San, and Wooyoung. “I have more panties, you know.”

At your words, all three of them instantly perk up, and you notice Jongho attempting not to look too eager out of the corner of your eyes. You laugh once more as you sit back on the couch, muttering about your damn horny Kings all the while. A fact which makes pleased growls build in their chests yet again.

“Speaking of, you all really do owe a lot to Reina,” you chuckle. “How many times now has she instigated something between us without knowing?”

“So, she’s a photographer, huh?” San inquires, a grin tugging at his lips.

“How many more shoots have you done for her portfolio?” Yeosang asks, oh, so innocently.

“What other types of pictures has she taken of you?” Mingi inquires, an eager look shining in his eyes.

You quirk a brow, noticing how they all stare at you intently.

“Where’s my phone?” You chuckle, shaking your head slightly. “I’ll just get her to send me all of the photos when she has a chance.”

Instantly, Hongjoong has your phone in his hand, tossing it to you in the next second. A moment later, and you’ve sent the message off to Reina, telling her to send you all of your past photoshoots with her when she gets a chance.

The excitement you can feel radiating off of them alone has a smile tugging at your features.

“Now, we wait,” you hum, tucking your phone beneath your one thigh as you lean back on the couch.

“Well, hopefully she doesn’t call you crying about WayV again,” Wooyoung jokes, plopping down on the couch beside you and wrapping his arms around your waist.

“She might,” you tease back, a playful quirk to your brow as you lean into him.

Little do you see the brilliant smile that takes over his features as you do so.

“You mentioned something about her ex making her cry?” Mingi’s brow furrows as he recalls your words from earlier.

Immediately, your expression is darkening. “That good for nothing bastard cheated on her. Twice. And then, had the audacity to both blame her for it, and then beg for her back in the next breath.”

“He still contacts her?” Seonghwa’s brow furrows in confusion.

“Sometimes, he tries to,” you reply. “But then he is, oh, so kindly reminded about what I would do to him if I ever saw his face again.”

“More of those delightful violent thoughts of yours, My Love?” Hongjoong grins, knowingly.

“The bloodiest,” you smile, not so innocently back. Then, more to yourself, “serves him right after what he did to her.”

At the few looks you see them sending you, you let out a small sigh.

“I have no sympathy for people like that. People who fall under the categories of the three worst things I believe you could do to another person.” You explain.

“Which are?” Yunho inquires.

“Cheating, for one.” You begin, holding up your finger in the air for emphasis. Then, you’re raising another finger as you list the second, “any form of sexual assault, or rape. I absolutely despise people who feel entitled to another person in any way, shape, or form.”

They nod, waiting patiently for you to continue.

“And the third thing?” Yeosang voices softly, swallowing the sudden dryness in his throat.

You meet his gaze, “making someone believe you have feelings for them, or are in love with them when you couldn’t care less about them.”

A silence settles over the room as the eight males all share a worried glance. They can tell from your body language alone that something happened which made you believe this. Something bad.

“Not even murder?” San jokes, attempting to lighten the mood.

You grin, “nope. Different circumstances. Sometimes, it’s in self defence. I would never despise someone for killing their abuser, or their rapist. Though, on the scale of things, it’d be close fourth, but again, depends on the circumstances.”

“Literally, you could not be more perfect,” Wooyoung sighs dreamily as he rests against your side.

“That being said,” you add, and you notice how you have all of their attention on you once again. You just want to know something, and your curiosity is getting the better of you for the moment. “If I ever wanted you guys to kill someone for me-“

“Done.” Hongjoong replies, a little too eagerly.

“Say the word, and its yours,” Seonghwa breathes.

“Woah,” you raise your hands as much as you can while being held by Wooyoung. “I was just curious, is all.”

“You know we would do anything for you,” Yeosang reminds you. “That includes disposing of or protecting anyone you tell us to.”

You blink, clearly caught off guard for the moment. “Duly noted.”

San takes this opportunity to sit on your opposite side, sliding his arm around your waist where Wooyoung’s hold is scarce.

“Whatever you want, whenever you need it,” he whispers lowly into your ear, successfully causing a shiver to run down your spine.

“I’ll keep that in mind.” You reach over and pat his knee, a smile tugging at your features all the while as you shift your attention back to the screen in front of you “Now, if you don’t mind, a certain red-haired emperor of the sea is calling my name.”

[asraxfile]

Minnie gf! headcanons !!

genre: fluff pairing: Minnie x fem!reader warnings: established relationship

miyeon, minnie, soojin, soyeon, yuqi, shuhua

Gf!Minnie who loves to take pictures of you with her cam.

Gf!Minnie who spoils you by buying you gifts and clothes.

Gf!Minnie who makes you Thai food and she will gladly try food from your culture too(if you're a foreigner).

Gf!Minnie who makes the most beautiful songs written about her love for you.

Gf!Minnie who loves your presence.

Gf!Minnie who remembers little details about you.

Gf!Minnie who likes to go shopping with you and see what kind of clothes you keep an eye on

Gf!Minnie who is not afraid to show you off in public.

Gf!Minnie who is a passionate kisser.

Gf!Minnie who loves admiring your features

Gf!Minnie who loves it when you hug her first.

Gf!Minnie who loves it when you give her jewerly, she keeps them as a lucky charm when she performs.

Gf!Minnie who puts her hand on your thigh if you're feeling overwhelmed at an event to try and calm you down.

Gf!Minnie who loves to go on amusement park dates with you, especially taking a ride on a ferris wheel.

Gf!Minnie who loves to take you on dinner with her members.

Gf!Minnie who makes you playlists with songs that remind her of you.

Gf!Minnie who gets really sad when she's away from you for too long like you are her energy battery.

Gf!Minnie who really likes to listen to ballads with you while laying on your chest listening to your heartbeat.

[biniminisblog]

Good Boy Gone Bad | Lee Felix SMAU

pairing: lee felix x f!reader

synopsis: felix gets caught smoking by you, the school’s regina george, and gets blackmailed to help you pass chemistry in exchange for keeping his secret.

genre: fluff, angst, smau (with written parts), strangers to frenemies to lovers

featuring: stray kids, karina from aespa (face claim), somi, yeji from itzy, miyeon from g-idle, and other idols

status: completed

a/n: hello!! this is the very first smau that i will be posting on tumblr so pls go easy on me 🙏 anw hope you enjoy and pls look forward to more updates soon!

profiles: 6 baddies one porsche 🏎️🔥🥵, hottest people in jyp, priv acc

chapters:

chapter one

chapter two

chapter three (written part)

chapter four

chapter five

chapter six (written part)

chapter seven (written part)

chapter eight

chapter nine (written part)

chapter ten

chapter eleven

chapter twelve

chapter thirteen

chapter fourteen

[lovetaroandtaemin]

A Bit of Fun

Jung Sungchan x Reader

Word Count: 3,622

This fic is NSFW! Minors DNI!

Content warnings: Smut (Unprotected sex, some dirty talk, biting, creampie, blowjob), Some angst, Sungchan is a tad possessive at the end, suggestive conversations. If there are any that I missed please let me know!

Author's Note: This fic was inspired by this ask that I got a few months ago. I'm so sorry it took so long for this fic to come out, but I hope that you like it if you're the anon that sent the ask! Even if you're not, I hope you have as much fun reading this as I did writing it. Feedback is always appreciated! I also want to add that this fic is not beta read.

Fic is under the cut.

You were starting to regret going shopping with your best friend, Yeji, and her roommate, Miyeon. Yeji was insistent that she needed a new dress for her boyfriend’s party that night. In truth, however, she and Miyeon were trying to help you forget about your ex. The problem with that was that everything reminded you of Donghyuck. The dress that Miyeon had picked out was his favorite color. The shop’s speakers played your song. No matter what it was, every little thing made you think of the man that had broken your heart.

“(Y/N), are you coming to Eunseok’s party tonight?” Miyeon’s question pulled you out of your thoughts.

“Oh, yeah, I am. I haven’t been out without Donghyuck in a while, it’s gonna be fun.”

“You should try to hook up with somebody,” Yeji interjected, “You know, get over Donghyuck by getting under someone else.”

“Yeji!” you and Miyeon said at the same time.

“What? It’s how I got over Jaemin. Plus, the guy that I ended up hooking up with was Eunseok. And now we’ve been dating for almost a year.”

“I have seen how happy Eunseok makes you,” you said.

“Just please be careful,” Miyeon added. “I know that you really wanna get over Donghyuck, but I don’t want you to get hurt. The guys you used to hook up with didn’t exactly have your best interest at heart.”

“Thanks, Miyeon. I appreciate you looking out for me.”

“I really hate to break up this sweet moment of my two best friends bonding, but if you’re going to the party tonight, you should also probably pick a new dress, (Y/N),” Yeji said.

“Good idea, I really wanna catch people’s attention tonight.”

After you picked a dress, Yeji dropped you off at home. As you started to get ready you decided to take Yeji’s advice. Your roommate was out of town for the week, so tonight was the perfect time to try to meet someone to have a little fun with. Hopefully, the extra care you took while doing your hair and makeup would mean that you’d catch the eye of a handsome stranger.

It took you longer than usual to get ready, so when you showed up at Eunseok’s apartment, the party had already started. You never liked being late, but tonight you didn’t mind since it seemed to work in your favor. All eyes were on you, and people liked what they saw. The bright pink dress you had bought earlier hugged your curves perfectly and showed off just the right amount of cleavage. Your makeup was simple but still flattered your features. The best part of your look, in your eyes, was your hair. It was styled in loose waves, framing your face.

It wasn’t a handsome stranger that caught your attention at the party. It was someone that you already knew. Well, you kind of knew Sungchan, but the two of you weren’t close. He was the drummer in Eunseok’s band. You had seen him around a lot going to shows with Yeji, but he never usually caught your eye. Tonight, however, he looked too good for you to not be interested. He was dressed casually, but it was obvious that he knew he looked good. His red t-shirt suited him perfectly, and the jeans he was wearing fit him just right. After staring at him for what felt like forever, you decided to walk over and strike up a conversation.

“Hi, Sungchan right? I’m (Y/N).”

“Yeah. I’ve seen you around before, you’re Yeji’s friend, aren’t you?”

“Yes, I am. She actually invited me tonight.”

“Well, I’m happy that she did, you look fucking sexy.”

“You don’t look too bad, yourself. Red is definitely your color.”

“Based on the blush on your cheeks, I’d say that red looks good on you too,” he said with a wink.

You smiled at the compliment and said, “Do you wanna dance?”

“Sure, lead the way.”

Grabbing his hand, you led him to where other people were dancing. You started to sway your hips in time with the song, and if the look in his eyes was anything to go by, he was extremely interested in the way you moved. He wrapped his arms around your waist and started to sway with you. It was obvious to anyone that saw the two of you that there was chemistry. He was looking at you like you were the sexiest woman he’d ever seen, and you were looking at him like nothing else in the world mattered.

After a few songs, his hands found their way to your ass, and you felt a shiver run up your spine. He leaned into your ear and whispered, “Do you like that?” You nodded, and he squeezed gently. The gasp that slipped out of your mouth made Sungchan chuckle.

You decided to return the favor by kissing him with everything you had. He let out a small noise of surprise, and when you pulled away it was your turn to laugh. The smile on his face when you laughed made your heart feel like it was on fire. You wanted him, and you wanted him now. So, you leaned closer and whispered, “We should take this back to my place. I think we’d have a lot more fun there.”

“What kind of fun did you have in mind?”

“Whatever you want.”

“Well in that case, let’s go.”

You quickly found Yeji and Miyeon to let them know you were leaving with Sungchan. Yeji cheered, and Miyeon looked worried. You reassured her that you would be safe, and that seemed to make her feel better. Before you knew it you were leading Sungchan to your car, desperate to get home as soon as possible.

The drive back to your apartment was filled with anticipation, especially with Sungchan teasing you as you drove. He made comments about how seeing you so focused on driving was a turn-on, and how he couldn’t wait to see what you had in mind when the two of you got back to your apartment. His hand on your thigh also didn’t help with the arousal between your legs that was almost too much to bear.

When you finally got back to your apartment, you practically dragged Sungchan to your room. Once you were there, however, he took full control. Within seconds he had you pinned to your bed, his lips quickly finding their way to your neck. You let out a small moan, which only egged him on. After a few more minutes of teasing, he pulled away just long enough to admire the small hickeys left along your collarbone before he leaned in and kissed you.

His lips felt like heaven, and you almost felt like you could stay just where you were and be content. Almost. You could feel how hard he was through his pants, and it was starting to drive you crazy. Plus, it had been months since the last time you had been fucked properly.

“Please just do something already,” you whined.

“I am doing something, I’m kissing you.”

“But I want more.”

You didn’t need to say anything else before Sungchan pulled your dress off, unhooked your bra, and threw your clothes on the floor, Then he started kissing all over your chest, leaving hickeys wherever he wanted. You loved the feeling of his mouth on you, but you still wanted more.

“Oh my god, just fuck me already!” you cried out in desperation.

As soon as the words left your mouth, something snapped. Sungchan needed you, and he needed you now. He stood up just long enough to rip clothes off while you made quick work of the little clothing you were still wearing. Before you knew it, he was on top of you again. His lips found their way back to your neck, and he aligned his tip with your pussy.

“Are you sure you want this?” he asked, lifting his head so the two of you were making eye contact.

“I’m sure. I want you inside me.”

He gently pushed his hips forward, and you gasped at the feeling as you threw your head back. It took a moment for Sungchan to adjust to the feeling of your walls around his cock, so for a minute he was still. Then, he grabbed your chin, making you look at him as he started to thrust in and out.

The room was filled with the sounds of your moans, Sungchan’s groans, and skin slapping skin as the two of you lost yourselves in pleasure. You had to admit, he was sexy like this. His mouth hung open, allowing you to hear just how you were making him feel.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he groaned, “You’re taking it so well, baby.”

You could only moan in response. Something about the way he called you baby turned you on more than it probably should have. This man knew exactly how to drive you crazy, and you loved it.

It didn’t take much longer before you felt a familiar knot in the pit of your stomach. Based on the fact that you could feel Sungchan’s thrusts getting sloppier, it seemed like his own climax was approaching as well.

“I’m close,” you whimpered.

“I know, baby, me too,” he said, “Cum for me.”

The moment the words left his mouth he pulled you into a kiss and you felt your orgasm wash over you. Feeling you cum around his cock triggered Sungchan’s orgasm, and all you could think about as you felt him unloading inside you was how badly you wanted him to do it again. You were far too tired for that tonight, however. Once the two of you came down from your highs, he helped you clean up and held you until both of you drifted off to sleep.

The next morning, you were startled to find another person in your bed. Then, you remembered the events of the night before and started to relax. You rolled over and looked at Sungchan as he slept, smiling as you remembered the way he had made you feel the night before. You couldn’t linger, however, since you had plans to get coffee with Yeji and Miyeon in an hour. So, you got up and started to get ready for your day.

Once you were done brushing your teeth, you returned to your room to find Sungchan getting dressed. For a moment you considered looking away, but considering you had seen everything the night before, you weren’t too concerned. When he turned around and saw you, he smiled and said, “What are you looking at?”

“You. Why? Is that a problem?”

“No, I was just gonna ask if you like what you see.”

“Was last night not enough of an indicator that the answer to that is yes?”

“No, it was, I just like hearing you say it.”

You rolled your eyes at that and decided to ask if you could see Sungchan again soon. He happily agreed, handing you his phone so you could put your number in. You sent him a quick text so that he had your number as well, then finished getting ready for coffee with your friends.

You and Sungchan ended up leaving your apartment around the same time. He left to go home so he could get ready for band practice with Eunseok, and you left for your favorite café. When you got there, you found Yeji and Miyeon sitting at your usual table discussing the party the night before. Miyeon greeted you when she saw you, and Yeji excitedly asked what happened after you left with Sungchan.

“I don’t know if I should say,” you mumbled as you remembered what had happened.

“Oh, come on, now you have to tell us!” Yeji said, louder than she should have.

“No, she doesn’t,” Miyeon said. “If she doesn’t feel comfortable with it you shouldn’t make her.”

“It’s ok, Miyeon.” You turned to Yeji and smiled, adding “I won’t go into detail, but I will say that you were right about getting over Donghyuck by getting under someone else. Sungchan is incredible in bed.”

Yeji cheered, and Miyeon smiled. Both your friends were happy to hear that you were finally moving on. Miyeon voiced her concerns about you getting your heart broken again, but you assured her that you weren’t looking for anything serious with Sungchan.

The three of you continued to chat and drink coffee until Yeji had to leave. After she waved goodbye, Miyeon turned to you and said “I’m happy to hear that you’re getting over Donghyuck. Just be safe, please.”

“You got it!” you said, pulling her into a hug. The two of you parted ways, and you got a message from Sungchan. It simply said, “We’re playing a show tonight, will you come?” You smiled and sent back a message promising to attend.

That night when Sungchan was preparing to perform, he was full of anxiety. Usually he had no problem performing, but he had to admit that knowing you were in the audience was making him nervous. He liked you a lot, and he really wanted to impress you.

You got to the bar with Yeji and Miyeon shortly before the show was about to start, and Yeji quickly found the three of you a spot near the stage. When Sungchan, Eunseok, and the rest of their band came onstage to perform, the crowd that had gathered erupted into cheers. Eunseok quickly introduced the band, then they started to play.

The second the show started; you couldn’t keep your eyes off of Sungchan. His charisma was already evident when he wasn’t on stage, but when he was on stage anyone that saw him could tell that he was passionate about music as well. He loved playing, and you loved to watch him.

When the concert ended, you quickly found Sungchan to say hello. The moment he saw you he grinned and asked what you thought about the show.

“You guys are incredible. It’s obvious that you love what you do, and your energy onstage is infectious.”

“Thanks,” he mumbled as he blushed, “you look good tonight.”

“Thank you, you don’t look too bad yourself.”

“Would you like to come back to my place? Eunseok is sleeping at Yeji’s tonight, so we’ll have the apartment to ourselves.” Sungchan could only hope that he didn’t look as nervous as he felt.

“I’d love to, I just need to let Yeji know since she drove me here.”

You quickly found your friend, letting her know that you didn’t need a ride home. She gave you a knowing smile and told you to have fun. Once the two of you got in the car, you felt a familiar tension. Based on how he looked at you when he parked, you guessed that Sungchan felt it too.

The moment you were through the door he pushed you against it and kissed you. After what felt like eternity, he pulled away for air. When he did this, he briefly let go of you, so you took the opportunity to drop to your knees. You looked up at him and said, “Can I?” He quickly nodded and started to unbutton his pants.

You gently moved his hands back to his sides and finished removing his pants and boxers. After ensuring he was ok with it once again, you quickly took him in your mouth and started to move your head along his shaft. He groaned and moved his hands to your hair, pulling slightly.

As you continued sucking his cock, it was obvious that Sungchan was enjoying it. He was quieter than the last time you had slept together, but he had started to gently thrust into your mouth. The more he reacted to your movements the more you realized you loved watching him lose himself in pleasure.

Eventually his thrusts got faster and sloppier. In response you decided to toy with him a bit, swirling your tongue around the head of his cock. He let out a loud moan and tried to warn you that he was close. Before the words came out, however, he was cumming in your mouth, a combination of various swear words and moans of your name leaving his lips.

Once you swallowed all of it, Sungchan helped you off the floor and finally led you to his room. However, you decided to end your activities there for the night, instead opting to get to know each other better. You learned that his dream was to be a famous musician, and that his friendship with Eunseok went back to when the two were in elementary school. He learned that you had known Yeji basically your entire life since your parents were close friends, and that your dream was to own your own café instead of working in someone else’s like you had been. The two of you continued to learn new things about each other until you were too tired to continue talking, at which point you drifted to sleep holding each other.

For a while, this was your relationship with Sungchan. The two of you hooked up after every show, plus whenever one of you was lonely late at night. The arrangement was fine, but over time you started to want something more. Sure, Sungchan was incredibly attractive, but he was also kind, funny, and confident. You considered telling him about your feelings, but you didn’t want to drive him away if they weren’t reciprocated.

Then something happened that took you by surprise. It started just like any other time. You texted Sungchan asking him to come over. He did, and he fucked you until you could barely walk. Then came the aftercare. In the months since you had started hooking up, this had become your favorite part. He helped you get cleaned up every time you two slept together, no matter how tired he was after. Then the two of you settled into bed, and you talked about whatever silly things had happened that day. Except this time, before you could share your typical stories about work and spending time with Yeji and Miyeon, Sungchan said something that you never expected to hear.

“I think I want more than this.”

“What?”

“I want more than this. I don’t wanna just be the guy that you fuck when you’re bored. I wanna be able to call you mine.”

His words made your heart do backflips in your chest, and you were speechless. He actually felt the same way that you did.

“(Y/N)? Was that too much? I’m sorry, I guess I shouldn’t have said- “

“No, no, no, it’s ok, really. I’ve wanted something more for a while now, I was just surprised that you did too.”

“So, does this mean- “

“That I’d like to be your girlfriend? Yes, it does,” you said with a grin.

He smiled and pulled you into another kiss. This one, however, felt different. Rather than the lust that had fueled his earlier actions, this kiss felt full of love. You pulled away with a smile, then the two of you settled into a comfortable silence as sleep overtook you.

A few weeks after you and Sungchan made it official, you decided to go to the club together for a bit of fun after a difficult day. When you got there the music was blasting, and all you wanted was to drag your boyfriend to the dance floor. However, you were interrupted by an all too familiar voice calling your name.

“(Y/N), hi!”

You turned around and your expression changed to one of surprise upon seeing who it was. “What do you want, ‘Hyuck?” you asked.

“I just wanted to say hi and catch up. You look gorgeous tonight by the way.”

“Thank you.” You couldn’t help but smile a bit at his words. You still hated his guts, but he had always been a smooth talker. “How are you doing?”

“I’m doing a hell of a lot better now that I’ve run into you.”

Sungchan immediately wanted to beat the shit out of Donghyuck. He held back, however, because he refused to get arrested on your first proper night out as a couple. Donghyuck seemed disinterested in Sungchan, however, as he continued looking at you like you had come to the club alone.

“Would you like to dance?” Donghyuck asked as he held his hand out to you.

Before you could answer, Sungchan piped up and said, “She’s here with me, asshole. Go find someone else to dance with.”

“I wasn’t talking to you; I was talking to (Y/N).”

“I’m not interested, ‘Hyuck, leave me alone,” you said.

He scowled at you and walked away, finding someone else to flirt with. You turned back to Sungchan, but before you could ask him to dance, he asked “What the hell? Why were you smiling at him like that?”

“I was trying to be nice!”

“You were flirting with him.”

“No, I was not.”

“Then why were you looking at him like you wanted to fuck him?”

“I was just smiling because he said something nice! What is with you?”

“Maybe I just don’t like when my girlfriend is visibly interested in someone else.”

“Sungchan, I was not interested in him! Donghyuck is my ex!”

“Whatever, we’re leaving,” Sungchan said as he dragged you out the door of the club.

“Why are we leaving?”

“We are leaving so I can fuck you until the only name you can remember is mine.”

This was going to be a long night, but you were never one to complain about that. Seeing your boyfriend so jealous was hot.

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[fanfiction4sooya]

Proud to be yours (Rosé x Miyeon)

Mommy kink, fingering, nsfw, oral and vaginal sex, fluff.

This request ended up more fluffly than kinky, I just think they are too cute together (Rosé is 30 on this story btw). Anyways!!

Hope you like it!! 💖💖

Rosé had finished the last show of the tour with Blackpink, crazy to wrap things up to go home and surprise her baby, Miyeon. It wasn't really a relationship, but she found herself growing fonder and fonder of the cute girl.

She got home, immediately turning on the TV as the M Countdown had just started. Miyeon's blonde hair was down and she was wearing a light pink dress, high heels and a necklace with a small diamond on the shape of the letter "R". Rosé smiled upon seeing that, thinking to herself how good her baby looked, her heart swelling with how much she missed her.

She had an idea. A great one.

The Countdown had ended and just when she was about to text Rosie, she saw her driver waiting outside the changing rooms. Miyeon's eyes lit up as she knew exactly what that meant: Rosé was back home.

"Ms. Park asked to pick you up as soon as you got off stage" He told her and she eagerly nodded. He rapidly drove her to the designated place, on behalf of Rosé's orders.

Her heart was pounding on her chest as she approached the skyscraper, immediately jumping out of the car to the elevator. Soft music hit her ears as the doors rang open into the top of the building, Rosé's beautiful back turned to her as she lightly pressed the piano keys. The sky above them felt like a painting due to so many stars, same as the wind seemed carefully heated by the divine only for their skins to feel.

As in a slow motion she turned to see her lover, getting up. They looked similar, yet were so different. Blonde hair, soft features, same star sign and also MBTI. Yet the difference was in the dominance Rosé displayed so naturally over Miyeon, her not so colorful taste as she wore a black dress, both feminine with completely different energies.

Looking at her smile she just thought how she would not mind one bit spending anything and everything she had only to make her princess happy like she was at that time.

"Mommy!" She cutely ran over to her lover, hugging her. "I've missed you so much I seriously thought I was going to die" She looked up as the other woman was a bit taller than her.

"Don't say that, princess" Rosé kissed her forehead, inhaling her scent. "I've missed you too, a lot" They looked at each other as time stopped, the whole city went quiet to their ears. "You look beautiful as always" Rosé finally said, caressing her face.

"Thank you, mommy" Miyeon blushed a bit. "I'm wearing the necklace you gave me, see?" She took a step back, blinking cutely as she showed Rosé her pale neck adorned by the beautiful jewelry. "I wanted them to know I belong to you" Her voice dropped an octave, breathier. She batted her eyes, her intention very clear.

Rosé touched her neck, making her shiver. Her eyes darker as her fingers ran from Miyeon's neck to her chest over the tight dress just to stop at her waist to bring her close.

"You do belong to me, don't you princess?" Her other hand caressed her head, stopping at her neck too and gently holding it. Rosé took a deep breath, her face closer now. "You missed my touch too, I see" Looking down, she saw goosebumps on Miyeon's skin.

"y-yes, mommy" Her eyes were hooded, full of desire. "I miss you all the time..." She gulped as Rosé's nose touched hers.

She didn't say anything anymore, her lips ghosting over the younger one's as she squirmed. As they kissed, their bodies flushed against each other, all the desire they were unable to get rid of because of the time they spent away fulling surfacing now.

Miyeon whimpered as Rosé easily picked her up, her ankles crossing naturally behind her back as they kept kissing. She walked a few steps, placing the younger woman on top of the piano. Rosé kissed her neck, squeezing her ass to make her clothed core hump her abs under the black dress.

"I am always looking at you, you know?" Miyeon moaned when the other blonde kissed her neck, her lips puffy and swollen from the passionate kiss. "I love when you dress all cute for me, grabbing everyone's attention when you walk by" She smiled, Miyeon pulsed as she heard her mommy's voice. So enticing and distinct she was sure Rosé was some sort of angel.

"Don't you feel jealous, mommy?" Miyeon frowned a bit.

"Jealous?" Rosé brought her hand over her panties, making her hiss. "I am the one who make you feel like this whenever I want to, princess" She carefully pulled her panties down her legs, taking them off. "If I ever feel something about their eyes on you, that something is pride" She said, circling Miyeon's pussy with her fingers to collect her wetness.

Hearing that made her clench hard, her heart beating fast. Her ego going up into the sky.

"Mommy I miss you, please" She pleaded and Rosé lightly chuckled.

"You are so cute, my love" She said, kissing her lips again. "I'm going to show you how much I've missed you too, princess" She kissed down from her lips to her collarbone, pulling the straps of her dress to suck one nipple while her fingers kept circling her clit.

"God, Rosie" She rolled her eyes, tempted to press Rosé's head even further to her chest. "mommy"

Rosé didn't say anything, only answering her by going down her body to kiss her milky thighs, pulling her even more to the edge of the piano and kneeling. Her tongue felt hot and soft like never before, adoring the younger woman. She kissed her clit making Miyeon slightly jump, as she smiled.

Her pussy was beautiful as her whole body, pulsing and clenching in need for attention. Rosé didn't wait any longer, licking from her slit to her clit as it poked out of the hood in the most delicate way.

Using one hand to spread her pussy lips she pressed her tongue inside, fucking Miyeon with her tongue. Her mind was dizzy, she was sure her soul was about to leave her body was her spread thighs started to tremble. The older woman switched her tongue with two of her fingers, getting up to kiss her lover's mouth.

"I'm so proud of you, princess" She said as she fucked the other one a little more roughly, just enough to get her closer to her climax. She knew how Miyeon loved that type of praise and attention. "You've been working so hard" She whispered against her lips, eyes locked on each other.

"Oh my god" She closed her eyes, scratching the other's back as she held her tight against her body. "Th-thank you mommy" She stuttered, clenching as her orgasm started to wash over her.

"Don't thank me yet, sweetie" She said, reaching deep into Miyeon's pussy. slamming her fingers inside the other one. Rosé was also wet, seeing her lover after so much time made her head spin with arousal but she always put her needs first.

"I love you so much, mommy" Miyeon blurted out, too caught up on the moment to realize what she just said. "I'-m c-coming, god"

She came with a scream, repeating those words as a mantra until she lost every ounce of breath on her lungs.

She shivered, trying to even her breath with her eyes closed as Rosé pampered her with butterfly kisses, carefully taking her fingers. Miyeon hugged her waist with her legs and circled her neck with both her arms.

"You always make me see stars" She blinked, cheesy. Rosé smiled, shaking her head.

"Come here, princess" She pulled Miyeon, taking her to the edge of the skyscraper and carefully putting her on the ground. "Look down, there" She said, turning Miyeon around and hugging her waist with one arm, handing her a pair of binoculars.

"Look wha-" She started saying but was completely cut off by the sight ahead.

At the horizon the words 'I love you' written on the floor with hundreds, maybe thousands of red roses; by the side a brand new black Lamborghini with pink leather seats.

That took her by surprise by many different reasons, but knowing now that Rosé loved her too changed everything. Every single little thing...

"You love me?" Miyeon sniffled, turning around to hide her face in the crook of Rosé's neck as she smiled. "Thank you mommy, I don't even know what to say"

"Just keep being mine, princess" She said, pulling her in for a passionate kiss, their tongues beautifully dancing with each other. "Now show me how much you love me too" Her voice was a bit darker, as her hand lightly pushed Miyeon to her knees.

[slowlydifferentbluebird]

Hey zazá, do u know sohee from the group alice ? I think she kinda remembers miyeon in some angles, so I thought about a smut of G1P Minnie fucking miyeon and Sohee

Of course I know her. She's too hot to be out of the radar. The timing for your ask is perfect because she just posted some sexy pics and those really gave fuel to my brain. Also, loving a request with members from different groups.

G!P Minnie X Miyeon and Sohee

(My eyes can't stop looking at that yummy ass)

The fun part for many fans in kpop are the collabs between artists of their favourite groups: sometimes they can be featuring, others partecipating in some variety shows together. This time it was simply a photoshoot: in fact (G)I-dle Miyeon and Sohee from Alice were scheduled for a summer set.

Miyeon was not there alone, in fact her member Minnie decided to support her because she wasn't busy that day. Since from the start it was a hard day for the thai girl. Seeing the sexy body in those revealing outfits was too much to bear.

She already fucked her friend some times, but Sohee was for sure her next target, so a question popped in her mind: why not both? Miyeon and Sohee already seemed to become close, and maybe more, on the set, so it should have been easy for her.

In fact at the end of the day Minnie kindly proposed to the two girls to have a drink to her place, and that's what they made...for like 10 minutes. A drink was enough to make them act in a more flirty way.

"Miyeon, I can read on your face you want to kiss her, just do it", Minnie teased and the older girl seized the opportunity. She pulled the short hair girl by her neck and put her tongue in her mouth, starting to making out, clearly relieving the sexual tension of the photoshoot.

Sohee was too excited to refuse, so she just let herself go...before feeling something poking her cheek. When she checked, she gasped seeing the already hard cock of Minnie in front of her face. "You won't let me out, right?", Minnie asked, ironic, while smirking. "You're so naughty, you know?", Miyeon answered, before taking once again the control of the Alice member.

She took the cock of her friend and pushed the head of the other girl against it, making her gag on her lenght. From there Minnie took control of the situation, face-fucking an helpless Sohee, while Miyeon was on her knees, sucking her balls with loud sounds.

But that was just the start of the night. After cumming a big quantity directly in Sohee's throat, she brought her to her queen-size bed and started undressing her with the help of the older girl. Minnie was basically merciless with her new catch, treating her just like a body to fuck...and Sohee was loving that feeling of helplessness.

"On your tummy, bitch", she said to a now fully naked Sohee, who just followed her order, laying on her stomach and sticking her butt in the air, ready to be taken. In few moments Minne was already inside her, her fat cock fucking her pussy as if was a matter of life or death.

Miyeon, who was not a lover of being left out, decided to also have fun with the poor girl, putting her head between her own thighs. Sohee, already slave of the pleasure, didn't lose a second to starting her out, as if it was just natural to do that.

Minnie continued to thrust into the poor girl pussy, till she maked a mess of it. It was all swollen and full of various load of sticky cum, but once again, it was not enough for Minnie's hunger. "You bitches from the nugudom need to learn your position", she growled at the end of the night in the ear of an almost passed out Sohee, while Miyeon was cleaning her cock with her tongue, her eyes still full of lust.

I hope you liked it, Anon 💙

Zazá

[mi-rae07]

Song Mingi : Chance (Part 2/3)

Pairing : Song Mingi (Ateez) and named character (Jung Miyeon)

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Miyeon opened the door to her house, mingi still grunting against her at every small movement. She stepped inside her house before closing it behind them, bringing mingi to the living room before laying him down on the couch. She hoped minho and minji were asleep. Because she had zero idea as to how she could explain anything to either of her kids, or mingi if they were to see each other.

Miyeon : stay here, I'll bring the first-aid kit.

Mingi nodded as miyeon rushed to a nearby cabinet, trying to find the first aid kit. Soon she was sitting next to mingi on the sofa, cleaning up his wound and taking care of it with the utmost care. Mingi just continued staring at miyeon all throughout it, not knowing what to say.

Miyeon : was this another fight of yours? One that you do not want to explain?

Mingi bit his lips, looking at his wound before saying

Mingi : something like that. I just…I was walking around the street with no protection whatsoever, I should've expected this to happen.

Miyeon : why were you walking alone in the streets at this time of the night then?

Because he felt suffocated back at home.

Mingi : I just wanted fresh air.

Miyeon : well, now you've definitely got it.

Mingi : miyeon.

Miyeon : yes.

Mingi : have you been happy?

Miyeon looked up at mingi, her hands pausing whatever it was doing.

Mingi : it's been 7 years, I just wanted to know whether you're living a happy life now.

Miyeon : I am living a happy life, mingi.

Mingi smiled, nodding his head.

Miyeon : and you? Are you-

Mingi : leading a happy life? Miyeon, I do not even know if I am leading a life, let alone a happy one. It is why I said you should leave me, so that you wouldn't have to lead such an unhappy life as mine. I-

Minho : eomma?

Miyeon's eyes widened at that, a frown falling on mingi's face as it dawned upon him that he was right after all. Miyeon did have kids now.

Minho : who…is this ahjussi?

Mingi : ahjussi? I'm only 34-

Miyeon : he's my patient.

Both minho and mingi's face contorted into a frown that was hilariously similar.

Mingi : patient?

Minho : patient?

The both of their heads turned to face each other as they said the same word together, a small glare on both their eyes. Miyeon sighed, giving mingi a look before saying

Miyeon : yes, patient.

Minho : since when did you start bringing patients home? What ever happened to hospitals?

Miyeon : this one…is special, you can say.

Minho eyed mingi up and down before saying

Minho : he does not look special.

Mingi : yah!

Minji : what is going on?

Miyeon shut her eyes tightly, mingi letting out a breath as he leaned against the sofa exasperatedly

Mingi : how many of these are going to keep coming out?

Miyeon sighed and stood up, bringing both minho and minji close to her before saying

Miyeon : mingi, meet minji and minho. And the both of you, this is song mingi, my patient.

Mingi stared at minji for a long second, making her frown. And that was when miyeon realized with a start, minji was very much like mingi in her facial features. Fuck, she hadn't thought of that.

Mingi : how…old are they?

Miyeon : mingi-

Minji : also eomma, why does he look so similar to our appa that you mentioned?

Mingi let out a shaky breath and stood up, buttoning up his shirt before walking towards the door. Miyeon cursed under her breath and turned towards the kids before saying hurriedly

Miyeon : minho-ya, minji-ya, go back to your rooms and sleep, okay? You have school tomorrow.

Before either of them could say anything, miyeon ran towards the outside of her house, her eyes landing on mingi who was walking away hastily. Miyeon ran towards him, calling out his name.

Miyeon : mingi stop! Listen to me!

Mingi : yeah? About how you hid my children from me for 7 whole years?

Miyeon : wow, so you're blaming me now?

Mingi paused on his tracks, turning around to face miyeon as he asked

Mingi : who else am I supposed to blame then?

Miyeon : yourself! You're the one who abandoned us, song mingi! You're the one who asked me to leave!

Mingi : I did not know you were pregnant, miyeon!

Miyeon : YOU DID NOT EVEN BOTHER TRYING, MINGI! YOU…you said I was a burden to you. How do you think that made me feel, huh?

Mingi looked away, running his hand along his hair.

Miyeon : just stay away from us.

Mingi : what-

Miyeon : you said you never wanted children, you said you were never going to have a family. So then do it. Pretend we do not exist.

Miyeon turned around and left, not giving mingi a chance to say anything more.

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Minho : is he our father?

Miyeon choked on the breakfast she was having, minji quickly giving her a glass of juice as she smiled. God, what even were these kids.

Minho : try not to choke this time, eomma. Is song mingi our father?

Miyeon sighed, keeping the juice away before saying

Miyeon : he is.

There was no point in hiding anything from them now. Her lies had all crumbled down the second her kids had seen mingi.

Minji : then why did he run away from us?

Miyeon : he didn't.

Minji : he did.

Miyeon let out a breath in resignation. It was hard to win against song minji.

Miyeon : fine, he did. But that's not because he doesn't love you, it's because he doesn't love me.

Minho : he's stupid if he doesn't love you, eomma.

Minji : and you can't say he loves us either. The guy barely even knows us.

Miyeon : you're his children. Love is something that comes naturally towards your own children.

Minho : then bring him home, eomma. We can finally be a happy family, can't we?

Miyeon : min-ah, it's more complicated than just that.

Minho sighed, going back to eat his breakfast. He had said what he wanted to say. He hadn't been immune to jealousy when he watched other kid's fathers picking them up from school, or playing with them at the park. His mother was wonderful, but she couldn't replace a father.

Minji : we want an appa too, especially when that appa is right in front of us. And eomma, you need someone by your side as well. You've done all this alone for so long, I wish you could have someone that you can lean on sometimes as well.

Miyeon pressed her lips together, looking back at her food before whispering

Miyeon : I wish so too.

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Jongho : sir, there's someone who wishes to meet you.

Mingi : jongho-ya, if they have an appointment-

Jongho : no this is…Jung Miyeon-shi.

Mingi's eyes widened in shock as jongho sighed and opened the door wider for miyeon to step in. she had decided all this last night, that she was going to give minho and minji their appa no matter what.

Miyeon : hello.

Mingi stared at miyeon as jongho closed the door behind miyeon, her walking towards mingi before saying

Miyeon : you must be wondering why I'm here.

Mingi : yes I am, especially when you asked me to forget you existed.

Miyeon sighed, sitting down on the seat opposite mingi's.

Miyeon : well, my…our children, disagree with my opinions, unfortunately.

Mingi : they aren't our children, are they? You raised them alone. I do not think I deserve the title of their father.

Miyeon : mm. Which is why you must earn it.

Mingi : miyeon-

Miyeon : I do not care about your work, mingi. These are my children, and I want their happiness first and foremost. And if their happiness lies with you, then you must do what is required. You are their father, even if you never wanted to be one. It takes two to make a child, so please. Talk with minho and minji, get to know them.

Mingi : and you? Us?

Miyeon : us, doesn’t exist anymore does it? You said it yourself.

Mingi sighed, leaning back against his chair before whispering

Mingi : fine, fine I'll do it.

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Mingi was now sitting in a café with minho and minji, the both of them staring at him with pure scrutiny. His eyes weren't so much different either. Miyeon sighed.

Miyeon : we did not come here for a staring competition.

Minho : what do you work as?

Minji : please tell me you're not unemployed.

Mingi : I am not unemployed?? I…run a company.

Minji : so he's unemployed.

Mingi : I am NOT-

Minho : I can’t believe we have a jobless man for a father. Eomma, come on-

Mingi : yah! I actually run a company!

Before either of them could say anything, mingi pulled out his business card, putting it on the table for the kids to see. They scrutinized it for a few minutes, and then leaned back against the chair. Damn, mingi thought. Why were these 7-year-olds so intimidating?

Minho : so you're a mafia.

Mingi : yes, sort of.

Minho : that's why you were wounded the other day.

Mingi : yes.

Minji : so what if someone hurts us because of you? Eomma, this man is dangerous-

Mingi : no one's going to hurt any of you. I won’t let that happen.

Minji : you better.

Mingi stared at his kids with shocked eyes, looking back at miyeon who sighed and nodded before saying

Miyeon : this is what you gotta deal with, song mingi.

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A month later :

Mingi had never done something so hard, and he had never thought he would either. Things came easy to him ever since birth, his parents were both super rich, and he went to a luxurious school where everyone listened to him no matter what. Song minji and song minho were completely different, however. And although in some ways they reminded mingi of himself and miyeon, god were they infuriating.

Sometimes mingi would want to throw them off han river, and sometimes he would almost want to cry realizing how much of them he had missed, and the things he could do for his own children. For some reason, that side of him came almost naturally. The desire to protect his children, and give them all his love until he took his last breath.

But it had been a month, and safe to say, things were getting better. At least a little bit. Minho seemed less questioning towards mingi and minji was less hostile now. Miyeon remained the same, however, cold and bland towards mingi. But to her children? She was amazing.

Mingi was now washing dishes along with miyeon in her house, the kids already having gone to sleep.

Mingi : do you think they would ever actually…like me?

Miyeon : they already like you, mingi. It's just that they have a hard time showing it since you're new to them. They've gotten that from you, minji's hostility and minho's protectiveness.

Mingi : and if I hadn't left at all? If I'd have stayed with you?

Miyeon sighed, keeping the plates away. God knows the amount of times she herself had thought about that question.

Miyeon : well. Then I suppose things would've turned out different. But it's not like we'll ever know, is it?

Miyeon turned around and froze as she realized mingi was right behind her, the proximity between them too close. Except his eyes, they looked…scared.

Miyeon : mingi.

Miyeon blinked as mingi's breathing started to quicken, his hands clenching on his sides as he said

Mingi : I don’t wanna go back home, please don't ask me to go back home, miyeon.

Miyeon : mingi, what-

Mingi : I can't, miyeon. My mother she's…she keeps asking me to do these things…I-

Miyeon suddenly felt anger filling her body. What had that woman done to him.

Miyeon : what things? What does she ask you to do, mingi?

Mingi shook his head, holding miyeon's hand as he whispered

Mingi : I don’t wanna be a mafia anymore. You were right, god, you were always so right and I was utterly fucking wrong. I can't kill people and laugh at their state, yeon-ah, and I…I don't wanna do this anymo-

Mingi cut himself off as his breathing got even heavier, stepping back shakily as he blinked his eyes to stop the tears from clouding his vision.

Miyeon : mingi?

Miyeon's eyes widened as mingi lowered himself to the floor, tears forming in his eyes.

Miyeon : oh no no no.

Miyeon quickly bent down and held mingi's arm, forcing him to look at her as she said urgently

Miyeon : don't close your eyes, mingi you're going to be fine.

Mingi : I-I can't breathe, miyeon. Am I-am I dying-

Miyeon : no! no no, you're just having a panic attack. It's going to be fine, just breathe for me.

Mingi gasped for breath, holding onto miyeon as tears streamed down his eyes. What was happening to him so suddenly. This wasn't supposed to ever happen, mingi thought.

Mingi : I-I can't.

Miyeon cupped mingi's cheeks, making him look at her with wide teary eyes. Was that…worry in her eyes? Someone actually worried for me, mingi thought.

Miyeon : you can. You can breath, you have to trust me.

Mingi slowly followed miyeon in breathing normally, finally regaining his composure after a few minutes. Mingi crashed into miyeon's arms right after, sobbing against her shoulders as she felt his entire body tremble in her hold. Miyeon felt her heart drop at the state mingi was in right now, she realized he was hiding from her.

Mingi : pl-please help me. Please take me out of this mess, yeon-ah.

Miyeon patted mingi's back, holding him close to her as she kissed the top of his head with teary eyes. She was going to kill song jina.

Miyeon : shh, I won't let anyone hurt you, love. You're going to be okay.

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[mandu-17]

Miyeon as your girlfriend

Requested by: Anonymous

Request: hey!! idk if ur taking requests but I found your blog yesterday and have been binge-reading pretty much everything, you're so talented 🥺 so incase your requests are open, can i request miyeon as your girlfriend headcanons?🥰

A/N: so sorry this took so long! since it’s still Miyeon’s birthday here please enjoy this little piece nonetheless🤍

I seriously don’t think there’s even a need to talk about her looks because we all have eyeballs and a brain

Miyeon’s visuals are literally top tier, congratulations for being able to make eye contact with her without having heart palpitations

Really likes skinship with you and is naturally very cuddly, even before dating which actually confused you a lot

Especially likes it when she can lean her body on yours and just let you take her whole weight

Or if you’re laying down on the couch or bed she’ll throw herself all over you almost dramatically

But besides that, let’s focus on her sense of humor cause she’s HILARIOUS

You’ll never be bored with her or not smiling because there’s just something about her presence and personality that melts your insides instantly

You always very openly admire how hardworking she is

This feature of hers is usually the cause of her body being sore and stiff

That's when you come in - her masseur

Your soft hands on Miyeon feel divine, there's nothing more she needs after coming home

Obviously it works both ways

You have a bad day or something made you upset? Miyeon is right by your side

Your own therapist who luckily accepts kisses and hugs as payment

Serious when she needs to be and very mature

Just as much as you’re her biggest fan, she’s also your loyal supporter

In any case she’s there to help, give you advices or simply to listen

Literal heart eyes whenever you’re not looking

So so fun to text with

Sends you meme material selfies a lot

Despite having such a interesting job, Miyeon truly wants to listen about your day and how it made you feel

You can’t miss any details, I’m afraid she wouldn’t forgive you if you did

She’s very subtle with flirting and smooth compliments- it makes your heart burst

Has a cute habit of singing love songs from the radio to you when you’re in the car

You’re on her mind almost all the time, Miyeon never fails to inform you whether or not she’s already coming home or staying longer at work 

Kinda clumsy and often confused about things but you love this surprised look on her face

Terrible at games!

But you secretly loved it, sometimes you’re almost convinced she’s doing this bad on purpose

Spends long hours while doing handcrafted gifts for your birthday or anniversary, such a sweetheart

Couple clothes/phone cases/slippers!! Literally everything bc Miyeon thinks it’s cute

You’re her private photographer by now, half of her instagram pictures were taken by you

Rehearsing her lines from dramas with you, especially the cringey ones that make you two laugh your lungs out

Miyeon's laughter is so contagious, even if you’re mad at her you can’t help but crack a smile at the sound of it

She’s usually soft and gentle but has some episodes when she’s randomly slapping your butt or kissing you roughly

When it comes to jealousy, Miyeon was more jealous of you before you started dating

Now she truly trusts you besides why would you even want to look at anybody else when this goddess is in front of  you

Both of you treat it rather as a joke, your girlfriend would sulk only because you passed Shuhua her favorite bag of chips

She just LIVES for the attention you’re giving her seconds later

This is usually when Shu's already out of the room or occupied by her phone because she can't stand you two

Miyeon has her moments as a princess, likes to be the apple of your eye

When it comes to you being jealous, it also doesn’t really happen

Of course your girl is beautiful and there are many people who’d do anything to be you but Miyeon shows you that it’s only your interest that’s pleasing to her

Your clothes are halfway gone by now btw

There’s nothing Miyeon enjoys more than having your clothes with your smell on her

And if you try to address the issue of your closet apparently emptying itself, one look at these precious, shiny eyes is enough to end the discussion

Don’t worry, Miyeon knows the effect she has on you

She’s already used to it

Summing up, you got the girl with the biggest heart out there

Miyeon’s incredible and as her loved one, you’ll stay happy no matter what

[justimajin]

The Profit & Love Statement » Pt. 12

↠ Pairing: Seokjin x Reader

↠ Genre: Fluff, Comedy, Angst

↳ 6.4k / Office AU (lowkey E2L vibes) 

↠ Summary: The workplace isn’t for everyone. It can be mundane and repetitive, with some describing it like a nuisance and others as a blessing. You’re the kind that leans more towards the latter and while it does make you an ideal candidate for many things, nothing could have prepared you for the whirlwind that is the new employee.

↠ Warnings: borderline fake dating au, so much bickering, a whole lot of confusion and chaos

↠ A/N: We've reached the half point for the series! From here on, things are going to move forward very fast.

↠ Next Update: Tuesday, September 19 (series masterpost here)

“Would you like some bags for your groceries?”

“Huh?” You whirl around to see the cashier has already scanned all of your belongings, gazing at you with expectant eyes. You immediately nod with a small smile, and she turns, taking out a handful of plastic bags before assisting you with bagging the items.

After wishing you a nice day, you collect the bags with one hand and check the time on your phone with the other, showcasing that it was around 7pm. 

Luckily with the looming threat of paying your rent resolved, things had finally started shifting to the brighter side for you. Your work life had been especially better, with Soyou noticing your efforts more than she ever did after you took on the role of training Seokjin. As a result, you felt like your spirits had been brought up and decided to head out for some groceries straight after work this Friday evening. 

You walk out of the store with a giant grin, heading over to the bus stop to get home. However, something catches your eye. 

There’s a young woman leaning down, a small bump on her stomach that she holds as she tries to pick up her fallen bags. Your eyes widen and you put your phone away, walking over in an instant.

Bending down, you retrieve the bags and hand them over to her. 

“Oh my god, thank you so much.” She latches onto your arm in pure relief, “I was okay in the store, but then the bags just slipped out of my hands and–“

Her breath hitches upon looking up. Your brows contort, eyes concentrating on her features. 

She blurts out a name in recognition.

“Y/N?” 

You blink, taken aback. “Do we know each other?”

“Y/N, right? Y/N L/N.” She points out, “You majored in business, back at East College?” 

Your eyes are as wide as ever, recognition hitting you like a truck. 

“Wait, Miyeon?” You whisper in astonishment, only to watch her eyes brighten. She propels herself forward, tackling you into a hug.

“Oh my god, it is you, Y/N!” Although you’re still suspended in shock, you raise your arms to hug her back, “It’s been so long! How have you been?!”

“I’ve been alright.” You chuckle underneath your breath. “I never thought I would run into you here.”

Miyeon lets go of you with a giggle and you warmly smile. 

All the memories were coming back piece by piece. You had met her back in your college days, having gone quickly from mere acquaintances to friends. However, as the handles of time progressed and you had gotten accepted into your internship, you had soon departed from college without another look back. 

But from the warm glow she emits, you can tell things haven’t changed much. “Were you planning to take the bus?” You wonder, still gripping onto her bags.

“Oh, no! I actually live nearby and wanted to go on a walk, but then I saw they had peaches on sale and couldn’t resist.” She lightly laughs and you grin.

“Which direction do you live in?” You ponder, “I can walk you back if you’d like.”

Her eyes brighten. “Of course, I’d love to catch up!” She points towards the pathway, “I live a couple of houses down from here.”

You grin. “Well then, lead the way.”

***

Trailing behind Miyeon, there’s two sets of bags within your hands – both your own and hers. Miyeon had continuously insisted that you’d let her hold something, but you simply waved it off and told her it was alright. You were keen on catching up with her, surprised to find out an interesting tidbit she reveals.

“You got married?” You ask, and she furiously nods, flashing the ring on her third finger.

“It was around roughly three years ago,” Her hands come around to rest on her belly, “And we’re expecting our first child in four months.”

“I’m so happy for you, Miyeon...” From her smile to the brightness in her eyes, you can tell she’s overfilled with joy. “Your husband is lucky to have you.” 

“Oh, please.” She waves off the compliment, fondly smiling. “He’s great and all, but sometimes his confidence and self-praises makes him so full of himself, you know?”

A laugh escapes her, “–but at times I feel like I’ve gotten lucky with him. He’s just so sweet and kind, Y/N.”

A smile tugs at the corner of your lips. “What about you? How have you been?”

“Oh, I got accepted into an internship right out of college and stayed there for a while.” Your irises shift, a lopsided smile on your lips. “Unfortunately right after, my parents got into an accident and passed away.”

Her eyes enlarge. “I-I’m so sorry to hear that.”

Your smile strains. “It was really difficult the first couple of months, but then I had bills and a younger sister to look after. Thankfully, I soon got my current job and I’ve been working there ever since.”

Now that you’re stating it out loud, it’s a little strange to hear how different your route was from Miyeon out of college. Both of you were the same age, and graduated around the same time, but instead of having life milestones like getting married or having a family on your checklist, you were occupied with simply surviving and ensuring that Yuna could be happy to your best ability.

You’re incredibly happy for her, but in a way, it feels like you’ve missed out. 

“I think it’s incredible you were able to stay strong during such hard times.” Your eyes snap over to her somber expression. “Where are you working now?”

“Oh, I–“ 

The words die in your throat. 

Your line-of-sight strays away, pupils rounding as they land on the humongous property in front of you.

The ‘house’ Miyeon indicated is actually an expansive mansion – with a handful of luxurious cars parked in the lengthened driveway, a tended to garden outside and a sidewalk littered with precious stones.

It has you gaping like a fish and Miyeon peers over at you. “Y/N?”

“Huh?” You snap out of your awe-filled daze, glancing at Miyeon who doesn’t even seem fazed from the place.

You point towards it with a shaky finger. “T-This is where you live?”

She warmly smiles, “Yeah, it is! Nice, isn’t it?”

Nice? More like it’s the most luxurious place you’ve ever seen and can afford to be near.

Before you can say anything else, Miyeon gestures to the bags in your hands. “Why don’t we head inside?”

You gulp, slowly nodding and following Miyeon meekly into the house.

The moment you step in, you’re struck with even more awe.

The ceiling is up high, a gorgeous silver chandelier hanging down from the spiralling staircase below it. From the bottom, you can see the multiple rooms the wooden doors lead into and the floor is spotless, appearing like it was made out of the finest of marble.

“Come on.” Miyeon gestures, and you trail behind her like a helpless puppy.

Surprisingly enough, the kitchen seems to be the only place that looks the most normal. It’s reminiscent of one you would have in your own home – a few countertops with a stove and a fridge tucked away in the corner. Miyeon heads straight for it, taking the bag filled with peaches and placing them inside.

She peeks out from the fridge as you cautiously slip into a chair next to the counter. “Oh, you never told me where you’ve been working!”

Realizing it’s when you stumbled on your words, you clear your throat and focus back in.

“I work at Kim Electronics.”

Miyeon pauses, closing the fridge door completely and staring at you with wide eyes.

A small smile tugs at her mouth as she repeats your words. “You…work at Kim Electronics?”

You hum, “You must have heard about it.”

Miyeon sheepishly chuckles, like she knew something you didn’t. “The same Kim Electronics who didn’t do so well on their last product and their CEO is planning to retire?”

“Uh, yeah…” You quirk your head to the side, knowing that only someone who kept on track with the company would only know those facts. “Do you work there?”

She shakes her head with a grin, letting you in on a certain tidbit that has the air leaving from your lungs, “No, but my husband is the son of the CEO.”

“Y-Your husband…?” 

“Yep.” She giggles, reaching out to clasp onto your hands. “Aw, this is wonderful Y/N! I can’t believe you’re working at the company now.”

“Y-Yeah…i-it’s great…” You stutter out.

Your mind is complete chaos, wracking around for any mention of your dear intern telling you he was married or was expecting a child. But then it occurs to you that aside from knowing who Seokjin’s father was, there was nothing surrounding his personal life that ever came into topic.

Miyeon grins at you and although you reciprocate her actions, but there’s only more and more questions blooming from you at the discovery.

You end up spending a couple of hours at Miyeon’s house, still having your mind spin around the revelation. However, when the sky turns dark outside and you realize how much time has passed, you decide it’s time that you head on home.

But the moment the door opens, there’s bullets of heavy rain splashing down. 

“Great…” You mumble, avertedly glancing around. Miyeon appears behind, wide eyes taking in the scenery. 

“That doesn’t look so good…” She whispers, turning to you. “Will you be okay?” 

“It’s fine, a little rain won’t hurt anyone.” You take a step out, holding an umbrella within your hand. The rain hits against it, splattering off. 

“See? It’s not so bad.” You take a step out, glancing at Miyeon. 

Thunder roars, electricity sparking through the clouds as the wind picks up. 

You immediately jolt, shoulders hitching up. 

Miyeon reaches out, tugging you back in with concern deep in her eyes. “Why don’t you just stay for the night? You don’t have work tomorrow, right?”

She was right – it was supposed to be your day off tomorrow and you were keen on taking some of the time to spend with Yuna, who you haven’t been able to see much of lately thanks to work.

Speaking of which, she’s the one factor that shifts your reasoning. “My sister is by herself at home…”

Miyeon’s eyes round. “Oh.”

Your pupils linger again outside. Truthfully, the weather was absolutely awful outside and there was no way you could go back in this weather to catch a bus. 

With a sigh, you turn to her. “Let me give her a call and see.”

Miyeon nods and heads back into the kitchen as you plant the phone against your cheek. Yuna picks up on the second ring and after you tell her about the situation, the first thing on your mind are her thoughts.

“It’s really bad out there.” You mention, “Would you be okay if I came back in the morning?” 

“I think I’ll be fine.” Yuna replies. 

You hum, glancing at another flash of lightning strikes through the sky. “Remember what I always tell you–“

“Keep the door locked and have dinner on time.” Yuna states. “I know already Y/N, don’t worry.”

You let out a relieved exhale with a smile. “I’ll see you tomorrow then.”

Turning the phone off, you swivel around to see Miyeon curiously darting her eyes over.

You shrug, “Looks like I’m staying for the night.”

***

The heavy weather dwindles into the night and at one point the thunder pulls a flinch out of you. After having dinner together, Miyeon guides you towards one of the guest bedrooms that you gratefully take, but your eyes are substantially wider at seeing the room.

It’s about twice the size of the one you have at home, paired with wide windows whose length just showcase the ill weather outside. The bed looks like it can accommodate at least three people and is lined with fur pillows and draped with satin dark teal sheets.

She mentions that she can get someone to drop you off in the morning and after giving you some clothes for the night, you easily slip into bed and stare at the ceiling. Everything from the house down to the bedrooms feels incredibly foreign for you, like you weren’t meant to be here in the first place.

Thankfully those thoughts don’t dwell through the later parts of the night and within an hour, you find the stress slipping away and yourself relaxing.

Sunlight pours through the now clear clouds, seeping into the windows and reflecting onto the green sheets you’re wrapped up in. You stir when its rays meet your eyes, blinking a little confused only to see the shifted weather outside.

Sitting up, the sheets pool around you as you stretch your arms out. You slip out of the bed, finding a pair of slippers nearby. You suppose you shouldn’t idle around for long in the house, knowing that letting you stay over was enough generosity from Miyeon’s side.

You let out a low yawn, turning around to head towards the door. But that’s when you freeze mid-way, breath hitching and eyes increasing in size.

There’s a chair placed in the far corner of the room, right next to the door, and on that chair sits Seokjin.

Well, kind of. His head is leaned down and his eyes are screwed shut, making you realize that he must be asleep. But what you can’t understand is a) what on earth is he even doing in this room in the first place and b) how did he manage to just fall asleep on a chair?!

Shaking your head, you cautiously shift closer until you’re standing directly in front of him. Although his self-praises have a tendency of getting annoying eventually, your current view almost makes you understand why he does it so often. His features are both soft and yet sharp, making you almost chuckle that he really is handso–

“Take a picture, it might last longer.”

You jolt back, planting a hand against your heart as his eyes flutter open. There’s a hint of amusement in them, but it’s soon coupled with a glare being sent in your direction.

He smiles in a way that’s not at all sweet. “Mind telling me what you’re doing sleeping in my house?”

You wince at his question. “Right, you live here….”

Seokjin is still staring at you, waiting for some kind of explanation. “Well, I’m good friends with Miyeon and last night the weather was terrible, so she offered I’d stay the night and gave me the guest bedroom.”

You’re expecting him either not to believe you, or at least be suspicious of the situation, but surprisingly enough, his eyes soften.

“You’re the friend Miyeon was talking about?”

You nod, “We’ve known each other ever since college.”

He hums. “I didn’t realize you lived here until it was too late, and I didn’t want to miss the opportunity of catching up with her.” A low sarcastic chuckle leaves you. “Though, it was certainly interesting finding out she’s your wife now.”

Seokjin nearly chokes on air and you tilt your head, raising an eyebrow.

“Are you okay?”

“My what now?!” He nearly screams, his eyes wider than ever.

“Your wife!” You repeat, “You guys are married, right?”

“No!” He lets out an exasperated exhale, “You seriously thought I have a wife?!” 

“I also thought the kid in her stomach was yours too.” You chime in.

“Y/N!” He plants his hands against his face and paces around much to your confusion.

He swivels around, “I have an older brother!” 

You frown at that, the lightbulb in your head finally starting to flicker.

“You have a brother….” You whisper in realization, only for Seokjin to nod exaggeratedly, “How was I supposed to know that?! She literally said she was married to CEO Namjung’s son!” 

“The other son!! I’m not married to someone!” He pokes your shoulder, emphasizing his words, “I am single. SINGLE.”

You push his hand off, “Yeah, yeah, I can see why now.” 

He scoffs in offense and you shake your head, connecting all the dots.

“It was all just a misunderstanding….” You mutter thoughtfully, “I get that now. She’s not your wife.” 

“Thank you.” Seokjin softly replies, “Now that confusion has been cleared up, didn’t you need a ride home?”

Your eyes light up. “Oh yeah, I would really appreciate that.”

“Okay, get changed and I’ll grab my keys.” He walks closer to the door and your eyes widen, realizing that aside from the borrowed pj’s, you don’t have anything to brush your teeth or comb your hair with. 

“Wait, Seokjin–“ He turns around in time, but it’s too late when your foot snags against the thick carpet, sending you spiraling downwards.

Seokjin luckily reacts in time, catching you before you go face first onto the ground. But that’s when the door creaks open, a familiar face emerging.

“Hey Y/N! Are you awake ye– oh.”

Miyeon falters at the door, her wide eyes landing straight on you and Seokjin.

You immediately scamper away from him, raising your hands in defense.

“It’s not what it looks like!”

Seokjin pitches in, “She’s right! There’s no way she would have landed someone as handsome as me.”

You whip your head around. “Excuse me?!”

“Oh come on, you know it’s true.”

“Seokjin!”

“You two know each other…?” Miyeon crosses her arms, eyes still darting between you two.

“We worked together at the company.” Seokjin mentions. “She’s an employee I shadowed.”

Miyeon hums. “Right, we’re just coworkers. Nothing else.”

Seokjin nods in approval and you meet his gaze with a reassured smile. Miyeon is still standing in between the two of you, watching your interaction with suspicion glimmering in her eyes.

She straightens up. “I think I know what’s going on here.”

Your brows raise and in her most accusing tone ever, she says– “You two are in a secret relationship, aren’t you?!”

You stare at Miyeon in absolute horror and Seokjin chokes on air for the second time of the day.

“It’s okay, you don’t have to hide it.” Miyeon remarks. “All this time, I was wondering how you still managed to stay single, Y/N!” She adds with a giggle. “I can’t believe you managed to snag my brother-in-law!”

“Snag him?!” You point to the space between you and Seokjin. “There’s been a misunderstanding, we’re not–

But before you can spew out the undeniable truth, there’s an arm swinging around your shoulders.

“Ah, what can you do, Miyeon?” Seokjin dramatically announces, shaking his head with a sigh. “You’re right, we’ve been caught! How much longer could we have hidden it?”

You stare at Seokjin like he’s insinuating the worst possible thing ever and before you can drive a wedge in the conversation, Miyeon speaks up.

“I knew it! I’m so happy you two are together!!”

She chuckles and Seokjin looks at her warmly, while you’re simply sending daggers with your eyes in his direction.

“Well, I came here to check if you were awake yet but it seems you already are.” She smiles. “Why don’t you join us for breakfast and then you can head home?”

“Oh no, there’s no way I could possibly–“

“Hey, it’s no worries! Besides, wouldn’t you want to spend more time with your boyfriend?”

Your face immediately sours at that but Seokjin smiles brightly. “Of course she would love to! I’ll drop her home right afterwards.”

“Great!” She grins, “I’ll see you two soon downstairs, don’t take too long!”

Seokjin continues to smile as you scowl while she leaves, but the moment the door shuts, you spin around in frustration.

“What the heck?! We are not together.”

“Listen, I know.” He coaxes, surprisingly serious. “Miyeon must have just considered we were based off of what she saw, but this could actually work out.”

You raise a brow, “What do you mean?”

“Ever since my brother got married, everyone’s been waiting for me to show up one day with someone.” He explains, “That’s why I just quickly went along with it.”

“Okay….” You murmur, already aware of the tedious process thanks to Hoseok’s shared stories.

However, one question lingers in your mind. “But why do I need to pretend to be your girlfriend?”

He could have chosen anyone he wanted, why drag you into this? 

He shakes his head, like you weren’t properly understanding, “It’s because you can actually be really convincing as my–”

“What?”

Seokjin abruptly blinks, not realizing the words that were escaping him. “–Uh nothing, just pretend we’re together for a while and then you can go home. Sounds fair?”

You let out a sound of discontentment and Seokjin chuckles, peeking out the door. “Should I take that as a yes?”

“I don’t know… I’m not much of an actress.”

“Just pretend to be madly in love with me,” He gestures to himself, “Like are you seriously going to have any problems with that?”

“Oh my god.” You cover your mouth, trying to stifle down your laughter. “You can be so shameless sometimes.”

He winks in your direction. “Good to know that I’m boyfriend material.”

You playfully rolls your eyes and his brighten. “Okay, I’m going head back downstairs. I’ll see you soon.”

He closes the door behind him and you let out a deep sigh, reminiscing that getting back home was going to be a lot harder than you expected.

After freshening up a bit and changing back into your clothes, you start to feel better, especially when Seokjin managed to find an extra comb and toothpaste that you were extremely grateful to accept. Sending a quick text asking Yuna how she is, you head down the spiraling staircase, noticing loud noises coming from where the kitchen end is.

Upon entering, you notice there’s a set of chairs lined alongside one of the tables, with Miyeon sitting along one side across from a man and woman you don’t recognize.

Well, this is going to be awkward. 

Everyone’s heads turn and you raise your hand, waving in their direction. “Hello.”

The man turns his head first, appearing closer to your age and having the exact same eyes as Seokjin. The woman on the other side is older, but her features are nearly identical to his.

“Y/N!” Miyeon calls, snapping your daze and gesturing for you to come closer. “This is my husband and mother-in-law. They just got back this morning.”

“Oh.” You raise your brows, reaching your hand out politely. “It’s nice to mee–“

“Y/N!!” 

You frown at the voice, knowing who exactly it belonged to. Suddenly, there’s two arms wrapping around your form, encasing you into a back hug.

“Y/N! My darling!” Seokjin dramatically shouts. “We’ve been apart for far too long!!”

You whisper underneath your breath. “Seokjin, I swear to god–“

“Shh, acting 101. You have to make it believable.” He lets go of you and smiles brightly, but that’s when you notice the spatula in his hand.

You frown, “What are you doing?”

“Cooking, what else does it look like?”

Your eyes nearly bulge out. “You can cook?”

“Yeah, why?” He raises a brow, “Can’t you?”

There’s an awkward silence that lingers that Seokjin can’t quite place his finger on, but thankfully Miyeon comes over and joins the conversation with a smile.

“Y/N, you should come over and sit with us!”

“Sure.” You glance over at Seokjin, “I just need to talk to my…significant other…? For a minute.”

She nods and you’re impressed that you managed to somehow say it properly, but then Seokjin is sweeping you away into the kitchen.

Once you’re away from prying ears, you voice your thoughts. “You have to stop being so dramatic!”

“Dramatic?” He frowns, flipping something on the stove. “I’m just acting the way couples do!”

“Couples don’t act like that!” You falter, “Well, not the normal ones, at least.”

“How am I supposed to know?!”

“You should know! You–“ Your trail off at his words, “You’ve…never been in a relationship before….?”

He shakes his head, “Nope.” 

“Woah, really…?”

“Why are you surprised?”

“I don’t know, I just thought someone like you would be…”

“Is this your way of calling me handsome?”

“Oh my god, no!” You shake your head, “Just tone it down, will you?”

“Fine.” He mutters, eyes lighting up. “Oh, and just call me Jin. It’ll be better that way.”

You wrinkle your nose. “You make it sound like we’re so close.”

“What? Don’t you think you should at least try to be close to your fake boyfriend?” He whispers, shaking his head in grievance. “Wow, Y/N. I don’t know if I can even salvage this relationship any longer.”

You chuckle at that and he joins in with a smile, but then Miyeon’s voice pitches through. “I hear laughter~”

“Shoot, okay, I’m going back.” Seokjin nods in agreement and you head to the table everyone is at, getting yourself a seat.

From your corner of your eye, you can already see Miyeon grinning.

“So, you were training Jin, hmm?”

“Uh, yeah.” You nervously smile, “He’s actually been trained by a couple of employee’s before I became the sole person to do it.”

“Oh, so it was personal.”

The way she says it makes it sound like you and Seokjin fell in love with each other the moment you met, but in reality it consisted of a lot of pestering and running around on your part, and rigorous hard work from Seokjin’s end.

“Right…”

“How did the training go?” She wonders. “Did you find yourself liking him more?”

“It was okay…at first.” If you constitute him barely understanding anything and the fact that you couldn’t agree on anything. “But over time, our relationship developed for the good and I guess I would consider that we’re very close now.”

The negotiation arises in your mind, alongside times where you were genuinely so happy with his progress.

“Aw, that sounds so romantic!” Miyeon gushes and it takes every fiber of your being not to recoil at the statement.

“He didn’t give you too much trouble, did he?” The question comes from a voice on your left, noticing his mother staring at you curiously.

Your eyes widen, “O-Of course not! He was a very good worker!”

She warmly smiles, almost reminding you of Seokjin’s own smile, “That’s good to hear.”

“She’s asking because he’s worked at the company before,” His brother mentions, “It was through an internship a while ago, and he wasn’t accepted.”

Your brows contort in puzzlement, “Oh…”

“But it’s great to hear that he’s been doing well!” His brother’s eyes spark, “And that you’re together now too.”

“Yeah it is….” Although you’re cringing, you attempt to return his smile, a tad surprised by the news.

Seokjin suddenly emerges out from the kitchen with a tray in his hands, “Food’s ready!”

He begins to set down dishes and you rise from your seat, offering to help but he waves you off.

“You’re a guest. Sit down.” You frown at that and Miyeon giggles, causing you to quirk a brow at her.

Once there’s a plate full of food placed before you, you grab your fork and decide to take a bite of the noodles. In an instant, there’s a burst of flavours in your mouth and you nearly drop your utensils in surprise.

From the corner of your eye, Seokjin notices your reaction and has the smuggest smile you have ever seen on him.

With a cheeky tone, he asks for your opinion, “How is it?”

You clear your throat, “It’s alright.”

He grins, “Oh please, you loved it.”

“I guess…it’s not bad…”

“It’s not bad.” He sarcastically mimics, “What a compliment.”

You playfully glare at him, but Miyeon breaks out in a cluster of coughs and furiously waves her hands in front of her face.

“Miyeon?” You ask in alarm. She shakes his head, features scrunched up.

“I don’t think I can’t eat this, it’s making me nauseous.”

Both you and her husband rise up, but Seokjin is much quicker, swiftly taking the dish away and heading over to the kitchen. He returns within a couple of seconds after Miyeon’s husband is checking on her, bringing a glass of water in his hands and a broth-like soup in his hands.

She gratefully accepts it, taking a couple of sips and reassuring all of you that she was okay. He sets down the soup in front of her.

“I made this just in case the fried food was too much.”

You watch with rounded eyes as a wide smile stretches on Miyeon’s lips and Seokjin softly smiles in return.

He slips into the seat at the far end of the table, which is right next to you, pointing to your food with a thumbs up that just had your head shaking with a smile.

***

Having breakfast with Seokjin and his family is an action you were never expected to have done, but you can definitely say you were more than glad to do so. The best words to describe them would have to be warm and welcoming, as well sharing the same business mindset that’s been drilled into your head. Aside from the fact that they believe you and Seokjin are a thing, you don’t find yourself minding thanks to the familial atmosphere.

You begin to wonder if it’s something you’ve truthfully missed over time, so used to a table that just had you and Yuna.

After everyone’s done eating, you slip out of your seat and begin to collect the plates, heading into the kitchen to place them by the sink.

Seokjin lifts his head up with a smile, “Thanks.”

“What are you doing?” You tilt your head, noticing he was hunching over the counter.

“Oh, I was cutting some cabbage to use later.” He explains, “If you don’t make something out of it fast, it starts to go bad.”

You hum, glancing around. “I’m surprised you were cooking for your family, do you do it every time?”

He shrugs, “Not all the time, but whenever I feel like it. We do have chefs,” He points out, “–if that’s what you’re wondering, but I just like cooking so I’ll make breakfast or lunch sometimes.”

You nod, “I’m impressed.”

He grins lopsidedly, “By what? That I can probably wield a knife better than a business deal?”

“Oh come on, I didn’t say that!” He loudly laughs and you stare at the perfectly cut cabbage next to him, a pout rising on your lips. “I’m just saying…that cooking is a good skill to have. There’s a lot of people that take it for granted and it isn’t as easy as it looks–“

He swivels around with wide eyes, “Oh my god, you can’t cook, can you?”

“I can cook!” You protest in defense, “J-Just not as well…”

His eyes flicker in recognition, offense written all over his features, “Wait, and you said my food’s ‘not bad’?”

“Well yeah, but–“ He turns around, rummaging around the kitchen. “What are you doing?”

“Hold on.” After a moment passes, he faces you again, a spoon in his hands that he gently blows on.

“I was making this for lunch, but I want you to try it.” He brings it up to your mouth and you almost flinch from the proximity, but cautiously take a sip.

It’s incredible, even better than the noodles he served everyone and you hum in contentment.

He looks at you with expectant eyes and it’s beginning to get harder and harder to dodge the truth.

“I-It’s good…”

He beams, “That’s nice to hear, because you’re getting some of it to take home too.”

“What?! Seokjin, it’s fine! You don’t have to–“

He abruptly turns, a knowing look in his eyes that’s accompanied with a warm smile, “Didn’t I say you can call me Jin?”

You blink wide-eyed, rendered speechless.

He raises a brow, “What? Finally discover I’m handsome yet?”

You instantly scoff with a smile, “Just give me the damn food.”

He grins, completely overjoyed. 

You encase Miyeon into a big hug.

“Thank you for letting me stay over for the night.” 

“It’s no worry at all, Y/N!” She releases you, “I’m just so happy we were able to reconnect again.”

A warm smile pulls at your lips. Aside from your workplace relationships, you didn’t really have any other significant friendships. 

It makes you feel even more so grateful to have met her again. 

“We should do something…like maybe go out during the weekend.” You suggest, and she beams. 

“I would love that!” 

You warmly smile, turning your attention over to the staircase. You recall Jin had told you to wait for him as he grabbed his keys.

“I also have to mention–“ You swirl around and Miyeon has a glint to her eyes, “You and Jin…you two make a good pair.”

You instantly scoff, having heard many remarks about the two of you throughout the day with the only recollection being the times you were training him. 

“I don’t know, he can really be loud and obnoxious at times.”

“Really?” Miyeon blinks and you raise a brow.

“Yeah, don’t you think so?”

She places a finger against her lips, deep in thought. “Well there are times where he makes a lot of jokes, puns, even.”

You don’t even need to know him too long to wholeheartedly agree with that. “–but Jin can be very sweet and caring, I just feel so lucky to have him around.”

Your brows knit together at that. You wonder if being around him so much within a work environment has almost desensitized you to his presence, not having really paid attention to any of his actions.

“Don’t worry though, I’m definitely sure Jinnie loves you a lot!” She exclaims and before you even have a chance to blink at that nickname, the sound of jingling keys greets your eyes.

Jin emerges from behind you, “Hey! Are you ready to go?”

You nod, glancing at Miyeon quickly, “I’ll see you soon.”

She eagerly smiles, waving at you as you follow Jin back to his car. You slip into the passenger seat, letting out a relieved sigh once he turns the keys and the engine roars.

“I’m so glad all that pretending to be in a relationship is finally over.”

Jin chuckles, looking behind him as he reverses the car, “Hey it wasn’t so bad now, was it?”

“It wasn’t…” You mention as he pulls fully out of the driveway, “But someone’s dramatics didn’t exactly help.”

“That’s it, I think we need to break up.”

You laugh and he glances at you with a smile before driving ahead. 

“By the way, what were you and Miyeon talking about before I came down?”

“Oh, nothing really. She was just convincing me on how great you are and that we would make a good pair.”

“She’s not wrong about the first one.” He pitches in.

You roll your eyes, “‒that and I discovered the fact that she calls you ‘Jinnie’.”

His head whips around, not quite expecting to hear that answer to leave you.

You laugh at his expression, “Why did she call me that in front of you?!”

“Oh come on, I think it’s cute!” You respond, “Right, Jinnie?”

He lets out a groan and your shoulders begin to shake with the rate at how much you’re laughing.

“Alright, I’ll stop.” You bring up when he just seems to look more and more deflated, “I have to admit though, your family’s really nice.”

“Sure, I bet they told you a bunch of awful and embarrassing things about me.”

You shrug, “I’m not going to spill, so I guess we’ll never know.”

He sends a glare in your direction and your voice pipes down, “You know, your brother did tell me something….”

“Was it about my limited-edition Mario collection?”

Your eyes round. “What? No…”

Jin nervously laughs, “Oh uh, good. Because it isn’t true.”

Somehow you think he’s not telling the truth, but you skim over the fact, “He actually told me you worked for the company before through an internship….and that you didn’t get accepted.”

His voice drops a tone, “Oh…”

“It was just something he mentioned really quickly–“ You hurriedly say, his reaction telling enough of his experience. “I was just surprised and–“

“No, he’s right. I got the opportunity with an internship and ultimately, wasn’t hired.”

You slowly nod, taken aback with his honesty. “I think at the end of the day….I wasn’t ready. I still don’t think I am.” He lowly chuckles, “I used to think someone like me could never possibly work in the office and I compared myself to my brother a lot, who I still think would be a far better CEO.”

Your eyes widen, staring at him with a mix of surprise and concern, “But my dad wanted me to take up the role instead of Seokjung. I tried convincing him, saying that I wouldn’t make for a good CEO, but he was persistent and told me to just believe in myself and his choice.” 

He lets out a long drawn out sigh, “I’ve been just trying my best and by the looks of it, it seems like I’m making progress.” 

He glances over at you with a small smile and you feel a bit touched with the gesture.

“So we’ll see how things go…” He whispers, voice suddenly pitching up. “I mean, I certainly have the look of the CEO, but the skills….ehhh….”

“Oh please, don’t sell yourself so short.” You chide and he grins.

“Why not? Don’t you think I'm the type of person who should be married with a kid?”

Your mouth falls agape and he bursts out laughing.

“Oh come on, that was a one-time mistake!”

“I’ll remember it the next time you think I’m married to my sister-in-law.”

You cross your arms, “There isn’t going to be a next time!”

“Right, you’ll probably just find someone random and assume I’m married to them.”

“Jin!”

Despite your efforts for him to stop his teasing, he keeps laughing and whispering something along the lines of ‘this is just pure gold’. Eventually, you can’t help yourself and join in, relieved that he was smiling once again.