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HONNE, TATEMAE & THE OTHER ONE

male reader x shin yuna

9k words

Yuna shuffles into your office with the same sneaky smile, the same easy slouch, and she settles into one of the chairs across the table. There is, apparently, more to talk about.

It's a matter of image, of perception, is what she believes. 

You know every good lie starts with the truth.

So you swallow. You pause. Some other part of you understands Yuna can't ignore who she really is, and you’re not sure you can either.

-

Look - Shin Yuna is the kind of woman that turns heads, even with the best of intentions. A long, lithe silhouette; an easy, rosy sort of youthfulness clinging to the swell of her cheekbones, the curve of her waist. Take a dress that's cut to show a little thigh, or a hairstyle pushed back on one side - earrings, or heels, or just the subtle swipe of red over her lip - it doesn't take much for men (or anyone else) to figure that out. A girl who, more times than not, really ought to have a boy's hand planted on her ass, in possession.

So the opportunity to capture such a form perfected - all toned and graceful and flush for curves, her legs never seeming to end, the slithering fit of the dresses - these were the things they wanted. Package it, put a logo on it - better yet, a ribbon or a bow - and ship it straight to the consumer.

Somebody everyone wants, somebody no one can ever have.

“So,” Yuna asks from the other side of your desk, lips slanting halfway coy. “Are you going to treat me like an adult?"

Her fingers play idly with the hem of her skirt, and she lets a long, slender leg slowly slide out from beneath her.

“In what way,” you answer, half paying attention.

"The photos." She doesn't have the slightest qualms about lifting it higher. The soft creak of leather, and a deepening smile. "Am I not allowed to be a little racy?"

"That's certainly... one way of looking at it."

You glance away from where her stockings wrap around the soft curve of her thighs to flip back through the photos in your lap, one after the other, each a little different from the last. The beach, the sun, a flimsy white slip of a bikini top that hides exactly nothing, her muscles wet and glistening and perfect. Beyond suggestive, it's considerably inappropriate.

But then to a lot of people, Yuna is a lot of things. 

She’s more clever than anyone gives her credit for. And she’s fucking gorgeous, sure. That’s definitely not up for debate, but god is she young - she's barely twenty. And here’s some rather uninteresting food for thought: you couldn't even technically take her for a drink without faking an ID or breaking some law or another, like a real one. So go ahead, chew that down. Girls her age are typically studying, or working a retail job and getting wasted on the weekends. And they aren't typically making six, seven figures turning their head to the camera and asking how much more skin?

You have some thoughts.

Prudently, you’re her publicist, and it’s your job to make sure that the public gets a good look at her and sees exactly what you want them to see. It's unfair. She wields sex like a weapon. She's got the face, the body; it's an easy sell, commodified and commercialized down to the finest detail, the softest curve, the slightest arch of her brow. The idea's to not let anyone look too long, should they catch something you haven't approved yet, or the fact that she's quite possibly a real person with a real life and real feelings, which could easily fuck up her brand, so unfortunately, that's a bit of a no-go.

Sign of the times maybe, no ethical consumption under another something, yadda yadda - it's a shitty business, really, and the whole thing usually leaves a sour taste in your mouth.

(And just to be upfront, as an important disclosure: you are fucking her brains out on the side, which is a different kind of ethical dilemma, with a different kind of flavor to it. 

You’re supposed to be something of a role model - and she’s gone and fucked up bad by falling for you. From her perspective, it probably makes sense. Girl gets boy, bespoke song, credits roll and it's fine. No sin to atone, no 'after'. 

It was supposed to be a one time thing. It’s metastasizing into something you’re not even going to attempt to put into words. It’s a lawsuit waiting to happen, you know that. And you know the girl has daddy issues, but then you've never had a problem whatsoever playing into it. The possessiveness, the control - she gets off on it. You're pretty sure that she'd do just about anything if you asked her, and you'll admit that the thought alone makes your stomach stir, your mouth run dry.)

Yuna taps her knuckles on the wood of your desk. “What’s the verdict?” 

"Well, professionally," you say, caveat in hand, and you give the photos one last flip through. "I'd say they're fine.”

"Oh?" Yuna cocks her head to the side. Her long, blonde hair curtains over her shoulder, and the smile that shadows in at the corner of her mouth is almost wicked. She leans forward, chin propped on a palm, and you see that her expression is bright, glittering with interest. "And unprofessionally?"

Sure. It's a fair question.

Though she's wearing her stage face, the one that looks all big eyes and doe lashes, a hint of a pout on her plush bottom lip, and she's staring at you expectantly, the way she might look at a man she's just asked for the time.

You've seen her look a million other ways. You've seen her with her knees spread, her cheeks flushed, on all fours, straddling your lap, face pressed into the sliding glass door of your shower, her eyes screwed shut as she chokes out your name. And god, doesn’t she look good in all of them.

Your fingers tap against the photos.

“Unprofessionally," you tell her, and the smile on your face is tight - unknowable. "I think they’re a little… gaudy."

Yuna frowns, and it's just a flash before her expression is carefully blank again, the stage face back in full swing. She's been doing this since she was a teenager, so the mask is impeccable, but you know her, and you know that she's thinking: about the photo shoot, the way the photographer was looking at her, and the way you had looked at her later, too.

She knows what you've seen. She's wondering if that's why.

"Really," she asks, a note of disappointment in her voice.

"Really," you confirm with a small sigh, though you're still smiling. It's a small, private sort of smile, like you're remembering a joke. You don't miss the way she glances down at your mouth either. "Let me be clear, you have a shot at real success. I mean, you have a chance at a career. A real, sustainable career.”

She's sitting there with her legs crossed, her foot tapping restlessly, and when she's silent for a moment too long, the way her eyes narrow just a smidge, her head tipped slightly, you realize how it sounds. Patronizing.

"Look," you amend. You're not the best at apologies, but you try. "I just mean - I think that you could be doing something that you actually enjoy."

"Who says I don't enjoy this," she says, and there's a bite in her tone, a challenge. She's leaning back in her seat now, arms crossed.

"What, taking your clothes off for the camera?" You laugh, a quick bark. Isn’t that a cruel question, and you can see it in the way her eyes flash. "You could do a lot more than that, I'm just saying."

"Right," she says, and she doesn't blink, doesn't even move. Her gaze is fixed, unwavering. "Because I'm not pretty enough."

You open your mouth. Close it.

It's not a question. It's a statement.

"That's not what I'm saying-"

"Do you know what makes me different from the IT-girl-of-the-month? The Jang Wonyoungs, the Bae Irenes, the Kim Jisoos of the world?" Yuna cuts in.

"Yuna, this isn't-"

"You should know. " She laughs. "It's your job, knowing things, isn't it?"

The silence stretches thin between you. She's not wrong. There’s the quintessential beauty, the timeless classic, the fantasy-wrapped-up-as-a-daydream - oh, it's all sexual, but the product there is palatable (read: marketable). An idea the general public wants to take home to their mother, not take to bed. A beauty so docile and innocent, you feel guilty harboring those untoward thoughts it makes you have.

Yuna is somewhere possibly, someway probably the opposite. You’ve sold her as such, as fantasy in sheep's clothing. She's neither afraid to put the images to words, nor speak her desires aloud. It's her own brand of sensuality, and it's what the public wants - has always truly wanted, since the dawn of man and of popstars fucking their publicists - what the public wants but turns itself in knots just to pretend they don't. The only way it’ll end up in anyones’ parents' home is under the guise that it will be smuggled upstairs and held down into the springs of a mattress. Hand over her mouth, or maybe around her throat, just so she'll shut up.

She's not a nice girl, or the girl-next-door, a bride-in-a-box, but you'd known that before. The line between fact and fiction is fine indeed.

"You're different," you tell her, finally.

"When I first came in here, you had no qualms, no issue to raise, and now all of a sudden, everything is too much," she says, and she's not smiling, her tone flat. "If it was a problem from the jump, you would've said so."

“I just think a little subtlety would be a nice change of pace. It could go a long way, I mean, I could show you the data- "

"So you're going soft on me, is that it?"

You blink, and the realization hits.

"Just where was this noble version of you when we first started out? You had no problem then, remember? Put a sixteen-year-old in front of a camera, in this industry, and all of a sudden-"

"Don't."

“And suddenly it's all 'oh no, that's a little too much, we need to dial it back'." She sighs, a single sharp burst. "Why is that? Is it because you think that now you own me? I fuck you, swallow your cum and call you daddy, and now these are your decisions? Is that it?"

She’s standing now, her chair shoved back so fast it nearly clatters to the floor. There's a storm on her face, almost a rage. This now become a familiar story. The one where the girl's too pretty for her own good. Too much, too soon.

"I'm not a child," she tells you, her tone measured, a sharp contrast to the fire in her eyes. "I know what I want. I know how to get it. You're not telling me anything I don't already know. I'm different. You're right."

She's different, but the girl's clever, too. And she's stubborn. It's a dangerous combination.

You breathe slow. "Then why don’t you act like it."

“If they’re going to call me a slut,” she hisses, and she's walking forward. Her palms land on your desk, hard, and you glance down at her clenched fists, at her neatly kept nails, "you know, after we leak them all those steamy photos online-"

Your mind clicks. You reach to slam the cover of the photo book shut. She's caught your hand, though, in hers, holding it firmly to the desk.

Yuna glances at the photos over again, at the tight fit of the swimwear, or how the ties slip in an invisible breeze. And she's biting her lip, trying not to smile, you can tell. "You know it might be worth it for once," she says, slipping a finger between the buttons of her shirt.

There's a long, tense moment, and before you can register it, Yuna has rounded your desk; she’s closing the distance, fast. 

And she’s lowering her eyes. Putting her lips on yours.

It knocks the wind from your sail, for just the instant. You're speechless.

Because her fingers. Her mouth. Her hair. Yuna's everywhere, and she's warm. It's utterly selfish, you understand: you want her to be yours. You want her to be yours and no one else's.

She’s realizing she might be.

You feel her grabbing for more of you. Wanting. She tilts her head, her breath hot, and you kiss her back, her mouth slick against your own, and the kiss is a fast, deliberate kind of messy. Your teeth catch her bottom lip, and her tongue slips past yours, licking into your mouth, her hands clutching at the collar of your shirt. It's not like it is when you're fucking, which is slow and hot, and she's on her back, legs around your waist, her nails biting into your skin, or when she's bent over the arm of the sofa, her ass in the air and her back arched, her breathless moans a chorus of yes, yes, please. This kiss is more battle, more heat, less gentle and less finesse. It's the kind of kiss that's just short of an argument.

"You're an asshole," she breathes into your mouth, and it's not a compliment.

You smile against her.

"So are you," you murmur, and her lips are parted, her eyelids fluttering shut, her breath coming quick and hot.

"Then maybe you should just fuck me," she says. She's not asking. “Yeah.” You press your words right into her neck, her collarbone. “Maybe I should.”

Your hands are on her hips faster than you can realize what it is they’re doing, palms pressing into her, and then you're walking her backwards, shuffling a few steps until the small of her back collides with the edge of your desk, and you're lifting her up onto the surface, the photographs falling to the floor, scattering.

"I thought we weren't supposed to do this here," she murmurs, pulling away for just a moment, her mouth swollen and wet, her eyes dark. She knows exactly what it does to you: the goading, the taunting - the looks of faux-innocence later over a bare shoulder, her ass in the air. How it can get you to fuck her within an inch of her life. What it’ll get her, the return on investment.

"And I thought we agreed to longer skirts."

Her thighs are smooth, silky, and they part, the lace of her underwear stark against her skin. You slide a hand beneath the elastic band, sinking down, and down, until she inhales sharply.

"The fuck do you end up doing going up the stairs?" you add, and your fingers are tracing the swell of her hip, and you can feel the goosebumps on her skin.

She bites her lip. You sink down to press a kiss to her thigh, and then the other.

"Nothing," she tells you, and her eyes are wide. "I guess it all just hangs out."

She simply smirks right back into you, throws her arms over your shoulders. You’re snared, caught - she’ll always be able to fuck what she wants right out of you.

"Jesus, Yuna." Your hand curls around her wrist, thumb pressed to her pulse, and her shoulders roll back.

You push her down, and she's sprawled across the desk, legs stretching wide, her head tilted back and her chest heaving. “God, you’re so fucking wet, and I've barely touched you. That turns you on? Being a brat?"

She sucks air past her teeth, and you can measure each rise and fall of her chest. The lace under her hips is soaked, her pussy swollen and pink. Like if she doesn’t get your hot, open mouth on her clit this instant, you’re both going to have a problem.

You slip two fingers into her instead, and Yuna keens.

"I know it does," you say, and your voice comes out lower, drier than you expect. She's hot, so wet around you, her pussy fluttering. "It fucking turns me on, too."

"Please," and “god,” is what all you receive back in half whispers, while her legs are spread, her heels now really dug into the square of your back, and she's got a fistful of your hair like she owns it. Her voice is high, her eyes squeezed shut. “Don’t be such a fucking tease."

You're not going to make it easy. She's not going to make this quick.

"What, and you aren’t?"

You curl your fingers inside her, and the noise that leaves her is positively obscene. She's grinding against your palm, her hips bucking, and her lips are parted, her eyelashes dark and thick, fanning her cheeks. She's panting, her thighs trembling.

"No," she breathes. If she’s shaking her head, you can’t tell. "I'm exactly what you tell them I am."

Your hand stills, and it takes a moment for her to realize that the pressure inside her is gone. Her eyes snap open, her mouth twisted.

"Fuck you," she spits. "Put them back."

You're already sinking down to your knees, and you've got her skirt shoved up, the lace panties pulled aside, her hips canted, her pussy glistening. The stockings can stay, fuck, the heels, too. She's so fucking hot, her legs spread apart and her lips red. Her palm shoved into her brow, and her breath just barely more than a ragged huff of air. You can feel her body wound tight and ready, her eyes on the ceiling.

You put your tongue against her, flat and slow. Inaccurate, indiscriminate, licking up her wet cunt. And her whole body arches off the desk, a cry leaving her mouth with her head thrown back. Her thighs are shaking, and her heel presses into your shoulder, and god, she tastes incredible.

"Please." It comes like music, really, a song of desperation. You can hear it. She's singing it for you now. "Oh god, please, fuck-"

So you do her one better. You put your whole mouth over her, and she fucking shivers. You don’t even try to ease into it - you're devouring, ravishing her, working your lips and tongue all over her pussy, lapping the length of her in broad, hot strokes, and she's almost shrieking, her body going taut. You suck on her lips, pressing your tongue into her clit, and when you pull off her, your hand takes over the place where your tongue can't quite reach, her wetness slick around your fingers. Yuna's close - you can see that she is, you can hear that she is, and it's her gasp that lets you know.

"I'm -" she says, her voice reaching higher, her nails digging into the flesh of your shoulders, the wood of your desk. The sound she makes is wretched and beautiful. "God, I'm cumming, I'm cumming - fuck!"

The licking, the lapping, the fucking fingering. You can feel her slicked cunt pulse and throb in a satisfied, anticipatory kind of way. Even if she wasn’t audibly wet around your knuckles, you’d read Yuna like a map.

Your thumb taps across her clit, once - twice, thrice, and it’s just that.

She arches off your desk, thighs trembling as your tongue works her over, This hard, hungry kiss, and she tastes as sweet as she looks - as filthy as she acts, too. Her pussy is slick, her hips rolling, her body trembling, and she's making soft, little ah, ah, ah, sounds into the wet seal of your mouth. She's trying to keep it quiet, because she knows as well as you, everyone in the damn office does, probably - it's one thing to play at being a slut. A complete other to really fuck like one.

Your finger slips in and out of her pussy, and then another. They fill her up. The knuckles bending and pushing deeper. Yuna's fucking ruined - your desk is ruined.

But then there you are, complicit, and perhaps a little evil: licking and licking and licking right into her, making her grip twist in your hair and her thighs clench around your face. You can feel it in how her breathing is coming fast, faster, her whole body growing taut, and it was never going to take long, you figure, the way her hips were rolling the moment you got your hands on her. You can tell. She's close, and she's so pretty, all flushed and writhing, her skirt hiked up, her ass perched on the edge of your desk, and when her mouth falls open and her breath catches in her throat, you pull yourself up to watch her, the heel of your hand pressed against her clit, and she's shaking.

"Look at me,” you tell her, a kiss trailing unsatisfyingly into the crease of her thigh, your voice running coarse.

She does, her gaze glassy, and the sound that leaves her mouth is a sob. That’s all it really takes.

“Show me. What face you make when you cum on my fingers sweetheart, show me what a slut you actually are-"

You can watch it all in real time, the panting, the heaving. The sculpted lines of her pretty face screw up, real tight, and she lets out another moan, breathier this time, her mouth hanging open. She does it again when you press down. And Yuna fucking shakes, her hands balled, white-knuckling, and the desk rattling beneath her.

It's all a matter of slight degradation, you’ve learned, the barest humiliation. Like the paradoxical freedom she knows she can find in a hand clenched tight around her throat or her hair pulled and twisted into a fist or the sharp sting of a smack across her ass. Her pretty face. She likes a little something that burns. Something sinewy, visceral, raw: you call her a whore, a filthy fucking cumslut and it makes her body curl like she has hot metal pressing into her skin. Makes her breathless, like she wants you to own her.

Sometimes it's better than being fucked.

(Sometimes.)

Because just look at her: she’s in the middle of coming apart, mouth fallen slack, brow furrowed - and she gets real quiet when she cums, the absolute opposite of the journey she’d taken to get there, all those loud little, uh-uh-ah, fucking please god, her moans, her whimpers - her orgasm ripping right through the middle of her, the hourglass of her entire body stiffening on borrowed time as it washes across her features.

You let out a loud sigh, something she can moor herself to that isn’t your fingers, the desk, or your hair at the roots. Yuna can be every bit as uncomplicated as she can be complex, but god, you love her most like this: an unrehearsed, beautiful mess.

"Baby," you tell her, because it's easier to just call her that, and because you don't know how else to end the statement, because you know if you ask, she'll let you - hell, she'll beg for more, and that’s got your brain feeling rather mushily incoherent at present.

"Daddy," she responds - because of course she fucking does; she’s gasping, and her cheeks are still so pink, her body sated, and your heart leaps into your throat. 

It's a problem; you've been trying to work it out for a good few months now, and by this, you mean the little moment you have right after you're done, where your eyes meet, and you smile at her. A problem, too, her lips. A problem, because she kisses you, soft, and slow, and easy. A problem, because her heart's probably already yours.

If anyone were to ask, you would have said there's no greater pleasure than knowing a girl that's almost died to take your cock, but maybe that's the point: it's just supposed to feel a bit better if you're a little head over heels, a little stupid about it too.

"I'm going to use this perfect pussy now," you warn her - just simple formality - because you're already rolling her down onto her back, your cock hard and aching against your trousers.

You've got your hands on her stockings, tugging them down to her ankles, the lace of her panties around her thighs, the neat garter of her garter belt wrapped around her hips, her cunt bare beneath it. You unzip, too slow. You tug yourself out.

“I’ll be good,” she says to you, a promise.

“Yeah,” you return to her, “I know.”

And you slip your cock into her cunt, just barely - maybe an inch, maybe more - and you hear a little noise leave her throat, low. Broken. 

“Fuck,” she murmurs, and god, you just can't help it, it's easy; you sink deeper, nice, slow, everything smooth inside her, until another broken sort of gasp spills off her lips. 

And then another: "oh my fucking god."

You snap your hips back in, bottoming out this time in the wet heat of her perfect cunt, and she just fucking collapses. Yuna looks like an absolute dream in this state of half-dress, half-distress: black suede around the ankles, stilettos, with just the perfect heel. There are worse things, you can imagine, and she looks perfect sprawled out against your notes and portfolios, all this hot, aching want. As gorgeous as she is fucked. You tear into her stockings, a little. You’ll tear more. 

You already know you're going to hell. Or at least that’s where you should already be, but you hips crash into hers again, fucking her legs wider apart, spreading her open across your desk for you, getting her slick all over the photos, her career - it’s all so perfectly unfair.

"You have no idea, the things I want to do to you right now," you breathe, your tone hushed, and you're talking again, like you often do. There goes your mouth - but your hips drag back, and then again, her pussy clenching, vice tight and impossibly wet.

It's a long, torturous, lazy sort of a pull, that draws these pretty thin moans from the very center of her.

And the way that feels, your cock buried deep in her cunt: better than good - heaven, if you care enough about labels for it, or the names of things. You haven’t any real way to tell; the gates haven't opened or anything, so all you're working from here is an educated guess. From the fact that Yuna’s eyes have slid closed, her lips parted, and her whole body starting now to tremble gently with it.

"Jesus, this perfect, tight pussy grips me so good, god - such a good girl, always so fucking wet for me," and your mouth is pressed to the arch of her ear, whispering every last thing you know will make her cum again, like a dream.

And she is, she does.

She's twisting up to grip at your hips, her head falling to one side. When you drag your cock through her cunt, slowly, you watch her lips purse and the way the flush moves all the way down the column of her neck, past her collarbone, her shirt half undone and her tits heaving against the white, sheer fabric. You fuck her for a little, and then you roll your hips slow, so slow. 

Until your pace is fucking punishing, deep, and so hard. You can’t help it.

Because it's unbelievable - she's so perfect, so tight around you. Fit snug like a glove, like she was made to take your cock, to whimper and mewl at your mercy. Her lips part further and she keens, her brows twisting in similar disbelief as you pound your length into her. The heat pooled in your belly, the way she looks under your desk: fuck, she's so beautiful like this, properly fucked. 

You'd let her ruin you for life - it's that simple.

"Yuna, you - fuck," you barely say, and you sound more than slightly stunned, so she’s filling in the gaps, elaborating in the spaces you cannot - that she loves it, that you’re so good for her, and so is that, and that, and that - the way it hits, right there, keep fucking her just like that, because right there, right there, right there, right there - the way she props herself up on her elbows to tell you, "you're fucking me so deep, oh my god - yes, oh my god, fuck."

By the time Yuna shudders through another orgasm, a silent ghost of a wail leaving her pretty frozen mouth, her lashes are batting against her cheeks, and she's biting her lip, so hard you're certain she's going to break the skin, her back strung like a bow. It's the look on her face, that soft sort of reverence, and how her lips are swollen and spit-slick, the pretty hollow of her throat. Your thrusts become faster, shorter - your own moan thick in your throat, your jaw hanging slack.

“Here,” you say, and she’s just putty between your fingers, on your cock.

You’re flipping her around, onto a different angle. You know she likes it, the way her tits are pressed against your desk, and it's hot the way her ass tilts right into your hips, arched. Proffering. "Be good for me, and spread yourself open."

She's already so meek when she complies. "Anything, sir. Stretch me out; I want you to make me yours."

God, she's practically purring when she talks like this. She knows exactly what that fucking does to you. Knows that when her eyes draw back, big and watery and full, you're a goner - if your cock wasn't deep in her pussy, fucking her open and raw, the view would nearly be enough. And all of this, the pretense, the pantomime, she knows how to bend the line of your body to her own, because when she turns, and presses her red mouth to the crest of her shoulder, you are hers.

You could probably cum, right now, deep down into the molten hot of her cunt: if your hips keep up their ruthless pace, if her ass was sticking up the slightest bit more - the sound that would come from her.

"Take that perfect cock - and fuck my pussy up," Yuna mewls, her voice saccharine and slurring, a touch whiny. She rolls her hips. Your cock grinds, still, though it stutters now - shallow and quick.

"All this pussy, for daddy's cock," and you're sure that the entire office can hear her now, the moans that escape from her mouth - but you can't even find it in you to care. You're caught, all of her a net you've willingly been ensnared by, and here you figure that's the slightest bit appropriate; you're so fucked, and it's funny, too. Funny enough to laugh about, later. "Nobody fucks this tight little pussy the way you do, sir."

It's a smile she hears in your voice when you say, "is that right? Go on then, let’s hear all the things you'd have me do to your slutty little cunt."

The line's crossed again, in some indecipherable direction. Where, again, exactly, does it matter? There are lines and lines, and none of them quite mark the beginning, the end, the periphery. This time you don't pull back; you dig deep, and it makes Yuna cry out like you’re killing her. Which, in a way - you already have.

So your hips stutter forward again, once more, and you lean into the slant, so fucking deep it's practically impaled. There’s nothing quite like holding this girl’s hips and pounding her from behind. Her pussy alone is fucking incredible. And the sound her ass makes against the flat of your stomach, the crease of your thighs - it's unimaginable, the way Yuna makes these little squeaks of a noise, like half-broken moans, when you fuck deep, deep, deeper into her. The way her arms splay wide and search frantic across your desk. And as you grab her slim, dainty wrist, pin it back and pull her tight - fixing her upright until you have her head lolling back against your chest - you simply fucking pound away.

Fucking all these little curses and sounds of appreciation out of her throat. Your cock forcing out each syllable, "yes," and "fuck," and "god, oh my fucking god - I cannot believe," now on repeat, how her tone grows tighter. How she moans - a lot, like something's being worked loose.

"Uh-uh," and you're holding her steady now, with one broad, strong hand at the back of her neck. "Keep telling me, and maybe I'll let you cum."

Your free hand finds purchase in her hair. Yuna's groan coming out pathetic and wanting, her mouth half open. You wrap her silky golden locks around your fist, her hair thread neatly through your fingers, and then give the slightest of yanks.

Christ, her pussy just fucking soaks onto you. Greedy. Needy.

"Shit," and Yuna gasps when she can, where she's allowed to.

"Oh, is my little girl into getting her hair pulled?" and you can see the signs of affirmation: the muscles inside her flexing, grasping you as you roll in, a small, soft nod, and the way she sighs your name, like a prayer on her lips.

Listen, she can barely speak, the way you're fucking her apart. Yuna's body is wound like a bow, like string and taught wire. Bent into the side of the desk and open for you, her pussy pulsing tight around you with every stroke.

"Sir, I'll do - whatever you need, just - just - let me have your cum, please -" and there, she's begging now, and her voice is tinny, breaking, breathless and airless.

Then it’s her fucking hair. You pull so much on it harder this time, with another measured thrust inside her, your body flush against her ass. Fingerprints searing down onto where her hips flare and taper, impossibly narrow.

You’re probably hurting her. You’re probably ruining her for anyone else - nothing will ever satiate her more than the way she sobs as your fingers twist tighter through her hair. Around her fucking miracle of a waist. It's an obscene sound that echoes down to your cock, as deep, hot and fucking filthy as her cries when she cums for the third, fourth?

"Just," Yuna barely makes, her eyelids heavy, her gaze flitting somewhere behind her. "Just look at you, fucking me so hard, filling up my tight little pussy, making me take everything your cock has to give. God, you love wrecking my perfect little hole, don't you?"

No, or yes, or probably. You’ll figure out the details later.

"God, I love it when you get real messy, when I get you like this-" your words run seamlessly into the searing heat between your bodies, like punctuation, like the end of days -

"Use me." She doesn't just say it. "Take me, and cum in me, wherever you want. Daddy, you can have my mouth, or, or, you can - you can finish inside me."

And god, you could, you really could: just the timbre of her voice does things to you, the way that it curls around the words daddy, and sir, and you're fucking me so goddamn good. She's saying them now, her whimpers breaking into outright moans and all: shit, please, please - you're gonna make me cum - oh - oh fuck! And when she's wound that tight, a quivering, sopping mess of a girl, you put your fingers against her clit, circling and pressing in tempo to the thrust of your cock.

The cruel metronome that makes. Hell, it fucking sends her.

She’s begging you to finish inside her. It's fucked up - and she knows it. She wraps her heels around the square of your back, and the tension rises, and rises, the coiled spring tight and waiting - just a push away, so you slam into her once, then twice more, the push of a hand splayed between her tits and your fingers digging into the muscle of her thigh. She wants you to cum in her pussy, fill her right up; she tells you that, again, that she wants it, and her voice is raspy, high. That she wants you now, as if she didn't before, and how does this compare, because she needs it now.

You hold out for just a little. You’re holding your breath. Just a little, just until Yuna’s eyelashes flutter open over her shoulder and she says your name, so sweetly, and says, "please, just, inside."

You shouldn't.

You can't.

So here, barely able to think at all, you end up doing the unthinkable - thinking all the while of pumping her right to the finish and draining your balls straight into the deepest reach of her cunt, how fucking tempting it may be - you muster an ounce of good judgment still adrift in a sea of lust. Your throbbing cock draws out of that wet, inviting heat and into your fist, and watch how that makes her begin to unspool: the way she tries to press her knees shut. She's sobbing for it, pleading, her lashes dark with tears. "No, no, fuck me, please, I'm begging you. Please, I'm going to be so good - god, please -"

You tug her back, look her in the eye, and let out a loud, shaky exhale. "Knees, princess."

She's too wracked with need to do anything other than comply. Her jaw drops. “But-”

"Mouth," you cut in, sharp enough that her gaze lifts, and you're right there - on the precipice, so close, watching her tongue dart out of her mouth to run across the swell of her bottom lip.

Watching her knees fold into the carpet, her stockings down loose around her thighs, her underwear hanging off an ankle. The rise and fall of her chest like rolling waves, and you can see her hands fisting on her knees, and her face: you watch the emotion flash over, like water on glass, and a moment is all it takes. She leans her face forward to your hand, as you wind her hair into your fist, her lips parted and her gaze lowered. She's obedient, taking the weight of your cock with her pretty pink mouth like the fucked-up-little-fantasy that she is, opening so nice and wide.

Her eyes flit up to yours, her mascara-ringed lashes fanned against the pink of her cheeks.

"My face," she tells you, or something close to it, "fuck my face. Go ahead, use it - cum all over me."

Your cock slides halfway home, her cheeks hollowing, and when it presses to the back of her throat, she gags. You curse and tip your head back, the wood of your desk digging into the flesh of your palm.

"What did you say," you half groan out. "Baby," you add, just for good measure, just to play along, "c'mon."

The tip of Yuna's tongue sweeps and swirls just beneath your cockhead, and she moans her answer around your length, lapping at a leak of precum. "I said," she's repeating now, her cheek brushing across your shaft, and you shudder. "Fuck, what I said was I want you to cum all over my face."

Jesus.

You bury your cock into her mouth once, twice. Let it sit there. Let her really struggle for it, the angle just a tad awkward from above. Let her lips stretch wide, and her shoulders shake a little - tears start to gather, pricking her eyes, her lipstick a mess, the way your cock fits, plugging up her throat so full. You hold her like that for just a second, a little less - until Yuna's moaning, the vibration low in her mouth, and her eyes flutter open, closed.

"Fuck," you spit out, and "perfect," and your voice is shot, your whole face warm, and you're going to cum on her - everywhere on her. Yuna, who’s been staring up at you in wide-eyed submission, gives you a little nod, like she means it.

Like she’s earned it.

And maybe she has: it only takes one last look to seal it - her hand curled around your cock, her cheek matted with her own spit and lipstick, the bright smudge of her own cum from the point of her chin to the cleft of her cupid's bow, and her eyes are locked on yours, eager and hot. Maybe she hasn't - and maybe you should make her beg, fuck her mouth some more - it's almost cruel, how she looks. A perfectly pretty picture, poised and pliant and waiting, and she's right there, beneath you, and fuck - this is so wrong, and you'll ruin her, you'll mark her up like this. She'll be painted like a work of art.

Your pulse thickens. Stands right up in your veins.

Then, your control, snapping: her pretty lashes flutter, her mouth gone slack, her jaw still tilted up like she expects a gift, an offering, her palm wrapped so nice and snug around the base of your cock, her expression dazed, and so easy, and perfect, so eager. You tilt your hips just a fraction further, and she fucking swallows, her tongue tracing the underside where you throb harder, heavier - her body lilting up as you press in so deep.

“God,” you breathe in, out. It hits hard. It hits fast. “Yuna-”

A tensing of your stomach coils up through like smoke, and your grip tightens on the edge of your desk, the other in her hair, a helpless, desperate thrusting, and there - it's a wonderful, brilliant sort of explosion, like light, the white-hot burn of a fever breaking. You cum all over her face and into her hair, spilling out streaks of hot, filthy white onto her sculpted features and the sweet line of her throat, and god, there's so much, she's taking it so easily, all her breathing hot and heavy and loud.

Her skin alabaster and porcelain; cotton and canvas; she lets you fucking paint her, all messy and ruined.

In fact she’s even smiling like she’s holding in a laugh, all gooey-soft with satisfaction, and you're jerking your cock slow through her slender fingers, even after there's nothing else left to give and every inch of her face is marked - the way she wears your cum like new skin. You feel the shockwave tear your nerves open, and then the calm, right on its heels, spreading out from your core to your fingertips, out through the roots of your hair.

"Ah," you exhale, a tight gasp. Yuna takes the entirety of you into her mouth, sucking down your length - harder - as she swallows back a final, sticky load, her own hair sweat-slick to her face.

Just look at the damage: that’s a story not even you’d be able to spin. There's cum on her nose, dribbling past her cheek. On her jaw and on her cheek. Filthy white streaked all over her parted lips, her neck. Down her shoulder blades, and soiling her hair, and leaking down past her collarbones.

(Christ, was this better or worse? You can't even tell. Every version of her that's been served on a plate for you has seen fit to make you sweat.)

When the dust begins to settle, you’re left panting and spent. Yuna, the collateral on this fine, whiny, disaster of a deal. A collection of photos, and some thoughts and ideas, that now sit disheveled on the ground. There's a scathing voice inside your head that's demanding to be heard, reminding you all-too-casually that this is not any way to manage a client. She could snap her fingers, call out to that sycophant at the top floor, and your career would be over - she could do anything she should ever desire.

You know, on a baser level, this, and worse: the duality of the thought. Her tight cunt on your desk, you on your knees; the sharp gasp you can steal from the top of her throat, perhaps when she feels the gentle pressure of teeth around one rosy nipple. The pinch of your thumb and index finger around the other. Her nails down your back in ten angry lines, and the throb in her throat, while you slide the whole width of a hand, rough, over the flesh of her ass.

Maybe the desk, like everything else, can just join the pile on the floor.

"Yuna," you say, the vowels pitching like a sigh.

Her palms find the sharp crease in your pants and slide upward. She's gazing up at you, bright, her face sticky with you.

"You can't send me out like this," she tells you, matter-of-factly, letting a smile cross the lines of her lips - or a smirk. A wordless extension of the previous sentence - of a few.

You pull out and away from her: a white and gray dotted tie hanging loose, unknotted; a button still fastened somewhere mid-center, your trousers pulled off and loose down just below your knees, the fly gaping open. She's in a similar state, the cups of her bra slipping loose, her mouth flushed, lips swollen and red, the outline of how she’d let you use her in a smeary, runny stain across her cheek.

"Maybe let your manager know," you tell her, pulling your belt in place, and you think you catch her eye rolling. "That you're going to be late."

Yuna doesn't hesitate.

"Tell her yourself," she responds, "I'm sure she'll be relieved to hear I'm not actually dead - just having gotten fucked stupid on my PR person's cock."

"I might forget to include a couple details."

"You shouldn’t." Her eyebrows jump. And she's chewing, lazily, on the full curve of her lower lip, her teeth glinting like razors. "Here, before you throw all this to the sharks -"

So, so very dramatic, and with this: her thumbnail pressed beneath your chin. It draws your gaze up - up, and down: from the splay of her legs and the gleam of wetness between them, a brief rest along the arcs of her chest - the room's a total fucking wreck. Your necktie, her skirt, her blouse, her pantyhose. The papers and books all spread, bent, broken, the stack knocked clean onto its side. The skirt's probably still pulled too far up her hips for decency, her breasts shoved up to her neck and the collarbone, and then there's her face - her chin streaked with cum. Yuna smiles then, the corner of her mouth pulled upward.

She might kiss you if you'd let her.

Cum on her lips be damned, she's beautiful like that, like she isn't even trying. And in fact, she never really had to - this girl, she'd do it alone. The idea that someone could be as universally loved as she, is enough, a marvel even, but here she is in front of you, every atom and curve a siren, a study in perfection and composition. Like she’s not just all your mistakes laid out to bear.

"Take a second to take a proper look, hm? Get all the memories in, while they're fresh."

"Because?"

"You can remember I'm only the person you say I am, for you."

"Oh, of course," and the laugh that leaves your throat sounds dry, cracked open. The band of her skirt stretches, snaps back, so neatly that it leaves a pale line on her flesh. And now there are your hands, fitting around her hipbones, a sigh: a short, sudden motion, tugging her up. Yuna gasps: something surprised, delighted. She's all grins and teeth, all clean, bright incisors. 

"Mine," you're breathing, the flat of her stomach underneath the fingers you've placed upon it. "This is mine - you. Yours - you're all mine."

It’s possessive, but, you’re not all incorrect.

"Yeah," she more than agrees. 

There's a ribbon-taut quality in the way it leaves her mouth, the tension in her body coiled up through to the bones. She makes it sound like the beginning of a promise, the beginning of something much larger.

And by the way." She’s still buttoning her shirt. Putting herself together. You’ve seen the triage, the damage control. This is the Yuna you get. 

So, she needs the second - a respite to lick a stray stripe of slick and cum off her wrist - blotting her cheeks with a ball of wet tissue, until all that's left is the smeared lipstick, her stockings splayed around the floor. The pattern you've worn, where your fingerprints would've shown, gets covered up under her skirt and her coat, wrapped up in a scarf.

The smug satisfaction in her tone pulls your focus, just in time, her hair's falling in waves down her shoulders - perfect, but not flawless: there's a creased line, a hint of her throat, just beneath the collar. There's a slight wisp out of place. The buttons aren't arranged all the way from her collar to her sternum.

"I'm going to go with that photoset, with the white top, in the sand - gonna post 'em online and generate some buzz. You even said it yourself: they're fine. " She pauses, pushing away a strand of hair. "Professionally, of course."

"Professionalism." You smile. "Of course."

She walks out carrying the stilettos: pumps in either hand.

"Always. Catch you soon," she promises, and you do catch a last flash of her expression, lips parted, the lower curving into a satisfied smile, right as she flicks the lock on the door open and your office goes back to quiet.

For a split second, it's unbearable: the silence.

And you think again.

She can have anything, get any boy, girl, whoever, any designer, photographer, make-up artist in the world; there's something so unmistakably intoxicating about the fact that the thing she's decided she wants, is you.

[elryuse]

Pt. 5 First Kiss

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Y/n's Pov

A New Day

The next morning, the air felt heavier than usual as I dragged myself out of bed. I checked my phone almost instinctively, hoping—praying—that Karina, Winter, Giselle, or Ningning had sent me something. An explanation, an apology—anything to acknowledge what had happened last night.

But my notifications were empty. No calls, no texts. Just silence.

I stared at the blank screen for a while before setting it down with a sigh. I couldn’t force them to care, I told myself. Maybe they were too busy dealing with the fallout of the rumors. Maybe they were just protecting themselves. Either way, I had to move on.

When I arrived at college, the bustling energy of Babel felt different, almost suffocating. People whispered as I walked past, some even pointing. I didn’t need to hear their words to know what they were saying.

"That’s him. The guy from the post."

"Why would Karina even talk to someone like that?"

"Pathetic."

I kept my head down and pushed through the crowd until I reached the classroom. Karina was already there, sitting at her usual spot near the front. I hesitated, debating whether to wave or greet her. But she didn’t even glance my way.

She just stared straight ahead, her eyes fixed on the professor as he set up his materials. The distance between us felt like a chasm.

I took my seat across the room, trying not to look at her, but it was impossible. She was still as beautiful as ever—her dark hair cascading over her shoulders, her sharp features glowing under the soft light. But no. I had to keep my distance. It was for her own good.

The class felt like it dragged on forever, the professor’s voice blending into background noise. When it finally ended, I slipped out before anyone could stop me.

The cafeteria was my next destination. Usually, I’d sit with Karina or one of the others, but today, I found a quiet corner by myself. I picked at my food, the loneliness settling in like an old, unwelcome friend.

I was mid-bite when I felt hands cover my eyes.

“Guess who?”

The voice was teasing, playful, and all too familiar.

“Yuna,” I said, my tone flat as I gently removed her hands.

“Bingo!” she grinned, pulling up a chair and sitting next to me. Her friends—Yeji, Lia, Ryujin, and Chaeryeong—followed suit, crowding around the table.

“What are you doing here all alone?” Yuna asked, leaning in closer with that mischievous glint in her eyes.

“I’m eating,” I replied, trying to keep my tone neutral.

“No,” she said, waving her hand dismissively. “I mean, where are your friends? Karina, Winter, and the rest of the Aespa crew?”

My grip on my fork tightened. “They’re... busy.”

Yuna raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. “Busy, huh? Or are they just ignoring you after last night’s mess?”

The words stung, but I didn’t let it show. “It’s not like that,” I said, though even I didn’t believe it.

Ryujin smirked, resting her chin on her hand as she watched me. “You’re an interesting guy, Y/n. Getting tangled up with Aespa? Bold move.”

“I didn’t get tangled up with anyone,” I muttered, focusing on my food.

Yuna laughed, the sound light and carefree. “Relax. We’re just messing with you.” She nudged me playfully, her smile softening. “But seriously, if they’re treating you like this, maybe you should hang out with us instead. We’re much more fun, don’t you think?”

I glanced around the table. Yeji offered me a kind smile, Lia looked curious but kind, while Chaeryeong seemed shy but genuine. Ryujin, on the other hand, looked like she was plotting something, her smirk never fading.

“I’ll think about it,” I said, not wanting to commit to anything.

Yuna leaned back, satisfied with my answer. “Good. Because I have a feeling we’re going to get along just fine.”

For the first time that day, I felt a flicker of warmth. Maybe things weren’t as hopeless as they seemed. But as I watched Yuna’s confident smile, a part of me couldn’t shake the feeling that this was just the beginning of something far more complicated.

Karaoke?

After finishing my meal, I sat there for a moment, staring at the empty plate in front of me. Normally, this would be the time I’d head to Aespa’s apartment. Maybe I’d cook them something comforting, hear their laughter echo through the space, and for a brief moment, feel like I belonged somewhere.

But not today.

I sighed, standing up and heading toward the exit when a familiar voice stopped me.

“You wanna hang out?” Yuna’s voice was lively, cutting through the dull haze in my head. I turned to see her walking toward me, her trademark grin plastered on her face. Behind her, Ryujin, Yeji, and the rest of her group trailed along, their expressions a mix of curiosity and mischief.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” I replied hesitantly, scratching the back of my neck. “Your group is just as popular as Aespa. I don’t want to ruin your image.”

Yuna tilted her head slightly, her lips curving into a softer smile. “And you think we care about that?” she said, her voice gentler this time. Her warm gaze locked onto mine, almost disarming in its sincerity.

Ryujin, standing a few steps behind, let out a loud chuckle. “Do you think we give a damn about what those internet vampires say about us? Please.” She crossed her arms, smirking. “They’re gonna talk no matter what. Might as well have fun while they do it.”

“Exactly,” Yuna chimed in, taking a step closer. “Look, I know things are messy for you right now, but you don’t have to go through it alone. Come with us. We’ll hit up a karaoke place, sing our hearts out, and forget all the bullshit for a while.”

I hesitated, glancing at the group. Yeji gave me a reassuring nod, while Lia and Chaeryeong smiled encouragingly. Even Ryujin, in her usual teasing way, seemed genuine in her offer.

“I don’t know…” I trailed off, unsure if this was really the best move.

Yuna reached out and lightly tugged at my sleeve. “Come on, Y/n. You need this. We all do.” Her voice was soft but firm, her expression leaving no room for argument.

Before I could overthink it, I found myself nodding. “Alright. But just for a little while.”

Yuna’s face lit up, her excitement contagious. “Yes! Trust me, you won’t regret it.”

Ryujin clapped me on the back as we started walking out of the cafeteria. “You’re gonna have a blast. And if not, well, at least you’ll hear Yuna butcher a few songs.”

“Hey!” Yuna protested, laughing as she swatted at Ryujin.

For the first time in what felt like forever, I felt a flicker of light cutting through the darkness. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad after all.

The ride to the karaoke place with Itzy was surprisingly lively. The girls joked, laughed, and bickered like they didn’t have a care in the world. For a moment, I felt a strange sense of comfort, like I wasn’t just some outsider navigating this unfamiliar world.

When we arrived, Yuna grabbed my arm, leading me inside with that radiant, unyielding energy she always seemed to carry. Her grip was firm yet gentle, a warmth I hadn’t realized I’d been craving.

“Let’s take the room in the back!” Yeji suggested, her voice decisive.

“Of course,” Ryujin said, smirking. “Far away from prying eyes.”

The staff guided us down a dimly lit hallway to a private room at the end. As the door closed behind us, it felt like we’d stepped into another world—a small sanctuary, away from all the chaos and gossip.

The room was cozy, with colorful lights flashing in sync with the music playing in the background. The girls immediately sprang into action, flipping through the song list and arguing over what to sing first.

“Ballads are boring!” Ryujin protested as Chaeryeong hovered over the screen.

“But they’re emotional!” Chaeryeong retorted, her pout earning a laugh from Lia.

While the girls debated, Yuna handed me a small bottle of Soju, her warm smile making my heart skip a beat. “Here,” she said softly, holding it out. “I figured you could use a little something to relax.”

I hesitated for a moment before taking it, my fingers brushing against hers briefly. “Thanks, Yuna.”

She sat beside me, her presence radiating a strange combination of excitement and calm. “No problem. But don’t think you’re off the hook. You’re definitely singing today.”

I laughed nervously, twisting the cap off the bottle. “We’ll see about that.”

The girls finally settled on their first song—an upbeat pop track that Yeji and Ryujin dominated with their energy. The microphone passed around, each girl taking turns belting out lyrics while the others cheered and danced along.

Yuna leaned closer, nudging my shoulder. “This is fun, right? Way better than moping around by yourself.”

I nodded, a small smile tugging at my lips. “Yeah, it is.”

As the night went on, the carefree atmosphere began to chip away at the weight I’d been carrying. Yuna kept glancing at me, her gaze filled with something unspoken—a mix of curiosity, warmth, and something deeper. Every time our eyes met, I felt a strange sense of hope flickering to life within me.

Maybe, just maybe, things weren’t as hopeless as they seemed.

My First Kiss

The karaoke room was a chaotic mess of laughter, music, and drunken antics. Yuna was the undeniable star of the madness, stumbling around, mumbling half-formed words, and breaking into random bursts of dancing. Her cheeks were flushed a deep red, and her energy was limitless.

"Let's gooooo!" Yuna yelled, twirling in circles as if she were on a stage.

Ryujin chuckled from her seat, phone in hand, recording every embarrassing moment with an amused grin. "She's going to regret this tomorrow," she said, glancing at you.

You smiled awkwardly, taking another sip of water to keep yourself grounded amidst the chaos. "Yeah. she's really going all out."

"She's cute, isn't she?" Ryujin's tone was teasing, her eyes narrowing playfully as she leaned back in her seat.

"Yeah, I guess," you replied, feeling your cheeks warm slightly.

Ryujin tilted her head, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Say, Y/n. Do you have a crush on someone?"

The question caught you completely off guard. "Uh. I. I don't really know."

Ryujin raised an eyebrow, leaning forward slightly. "What do you mean you don't know? It's just a simple question, Y/n. Who's the lucky girl?"

It wasn't simple at all. The tangled mess of emotions swirling inside you made it hard to answer. Karina's coldness still weighed heavily on your heart, but Yuna's warmth and energy offered a strange comfort. Then there was Ryujin, sitting there with her piercing gaze, pulling you further into this unpredictable storm.

"I. " You trailed off, searching for the right words.

Before you could finish, Ryujin suddenly shifted her position, sliding onto your lap without a shred of hesitation. Her arms snaked around your neck as she stared at you with a smirk that was equal parts bold and daring.

"Ryujin, what are you doing?" Your voice wavered, completely thrown by her actions.

"Just shut up," she whispered, her voice low and tempting. "You'll like it."

Her lips pressed against yours without warning. The kiss was electric, filled with an undeniable hunger that left you breathless. You froze for a moment, overwhelmed by the intensity, but your body betrayed you. Slowly, almost instinctively, your hands reached up, one finding its way to her hair. Your fingers tangled in the soft strands as you deepened the kiss, caught in the moment.

Ryujin smiled against your lips, clearly enjoying your reaction as she pulled you closer. Her confidence was intoxicating, her touch demanding yet oddly comforting.

Meanwhile, Yuna was still singing her heart out, completely oblivious to what was happening just a few feet away. The room pulsed with music and flashing lights, creating a surreal atmosphere that made the moment feel like something out of a dream-or a dangerous fantasy.

When Ryujin finally pulled back, her lips still dangerously close to yours, she smirked. "See? Told you you'd like it."

You didn't know what to say. Your heart was racing, and your mind was a chaotic mess. This was nothing like you'd ever experienced before, and you weren't sure what it meant or where it would lead.

The kiss with Ryujin still lingered, your lips tingling and your mind spinning in disbelief. As your heartbeat thundered in your ears, Ryujin pulled back slightly, her cheeks warming, though her smirk remained intact. Her confidence was unshaken, but you could see a faint blush creeping up her face, betraying her usual cool demeanor.

Before you could even process what had just happened, a stumbling, drunken Yuna broke through the moment, her flushed face leaning close to yours. “Heeeyyy, why did you kiss him, Ryujin?” Yuna slurred, her words slightly drawn out as she pointed an accusatory finger at her friend. “He’s mine…”

Ryujin burst into laughter, clearly amused by Yuna’s antics. “Oh, is he now?” she teased, crossing her arms as she watched the scene unfold with a mischievous glint in her eyes.

Yuna ignored her completely, stumbling closer to you. She placed her hands on your shoulders for balance, her expression shifting to something softer. Her gaze, though slightly unfocused from the alcohol, held a strange warmth that made your chest tighten.

Without warning, Yuna leaned in, her lips brushing against yours in a kiss that was a stark contrast to Ryujin’s. Where Ryujin’s kiss had been fiery and demanding, Yuna’s was soft, tender, and filled with an unexpected passion. Her lips moved slowly, almost lovingly, as if she wanted to savor the moment.

Your eyes widened in shock, but the gentleness of the kiss made it hard to pull away. Yuna’s hands clung to your shoulders as if grounding herself, her warmth seeping into you and leaving you breathless.

In the background, Ryujin’s laughter erupted again. “Wow, Yuna, I didn’t know you had it in you!” she exclaimed, grabbing her phone and aiming it at the two of you. “This is gold! I’m definitely saving this for later.”

The sound of her voice snapped you out of your daze. You pulled back slightly, your cheeks burning as you glanced between the two girls. The room felt surreal, the flashing lights of the karaoke machine adding to the disorienting chaos.

Yuna pouted as you broke the kiss, her lips still inches from yours. “What’s wrong? Didn’t you like it?” she asked, her voice laced with a mix of drunken innocence and playful teasing.

You opened your mouth to respond, but no words came out. Your thoughts were a jumbled mess, and the weight of the situation was starting to sink in. Lia, Yeji, and Chaeryeong were still dead asleep on the couches, completely unaware of the chaos unfolding.

Meanwhile, Ryujin was cackling in the corner, clearly enjoying every second of your flustered reaction. She leaned back in her chair, phone in hand, as she continued to record. “This is way better than karaoke,” she said with a grin. “You two are priceless.”

Yuna glared at her. “Stop recording, Ryujin! This is a private moment!” she huffed, though her cheeks were as red as yours.

“Private?” Ryujin teased, raising an eyebrow. “You’re making out with him in the middle of the room. What part of this is private?”

You sighed, running a hand through your hair as you tried to regain some semblance of composure. This was definitely not how you had envisioned the night going.

“Can we… maybe calm down a little?” you said, your voice shaky but firm. “This is getting way out of hand.”

Yuna pouted again but reluctantly stepped back, her balance wavering slightly. Ryujin, on the other hand, seemed completely unfazed.

“Fine, fine,” Ryujin said, finally putting her phone down. “But seriously, Y/n, you’re not going to forget tonight anytime soon.”

You couldn’t argue with that. As you looked at Yuna, who was still swaying slightly, and Ryujin, who was grinning like the Cheshire Cat, you realized that this was only the beginning of the chaos they would bring into your life.

Stuck With Them

As the karaoke session wrapped up, it became clear that someone needed to ensure the drunken girls made it home safely. Ryujin, who was the only one relatively sober, took charge of organizing the chaos. You found yourself carrying Yuna, who was barely able to stand on her own, her weight pressing heavily against your side as she clung to your arm.

“Thanks for helping,” Ryujin said with a smirk as she adjusted Lia, who was slumped against her shoulder. “I’d do it all myself, but, well… you’re here, and I’m not one to waste an opportunity.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle nervously, though the weight of the situation was far from light. “Yeah, no problem,” you muttered, trying to steady Yuna as she mumbled incoherent words against your shoulder.

By the time you arrived at their apartment, you were exhausted. The girls’ luxurious place was a stark contrast to the wild chaos you’d just endured—a pristine and stylish space that screamed wealth and comfort.

Ryujin guided you inside, setting the sleeping Lia and Chaeryeong onto the couch. Yeji, who had managed to remain semi-conscious, staggered into her room on her own. That left Yuna, who still refused to let go of your arm.

“You’re a lifesaver,” Ryujin said, giving you a grateful smile as she handed you a glass of water. “Seriously, thanks for putting up with all this.”

“No problem,” you replied, setting the now half-asleep Yuna down on one of the armchairs.

Ryujin watched you for a moment before slipping a small piece of paper into your hand. “Here,” she said with a sly grin. “My number. Call me sometime, okay?”

You blinked, staring at the paper in surprise. “Uh… sure,” you said hesitantly, unsure of what to make of her casual flirtation.

Before you could think too much about it, Yuna stirred and grabbed your arm again, pulling you closer. “Don’t go…” she mumbled, her voice soft and pleading. Her grip was surprisingly strong for someone so drunk.

Ryujin sighed, crossing her arms as she leaned against the wall. “Looks like you’re stuck here for the night,” she said, shaking her head with an amused expression. “Once Yuna clings to someone, there’s no escape.”

You hesitated, glancing down at Yuna, who was now nuzzling against your arm like a sleepy kitten. Her flushed cheeks and soft breaths made her look almost innocent, despite the wild energy she’d displayed earlier.

“Are you sure it’s okay?” you asked Ryujin, feeling a mix of awkwardness and concern.

“Yeah, it’s fine,” Ryujin replied with a shrug. “We’ve got a guest room you can crash in. Besides, if you leave now, she’s just gonna freak out in the morning when she realizes you’re gone. Trust me, it’s easier this way.”

Reluctantly, you nodded. “Alright,” you said, trying to ignore the warmth spreading through your chest as Yuna’s grip on your arm tightened.

Ryujin smirked and patted your shoulder. “Good luck,” she said before disappearing into one of the bedrooms, leaving you alone with Yuna.

You gently pried Yuna’s hands off your arm and managed to carry her to the guest room. As you laid her down on the bed, she opened her eyes slightly, gazing up at you with a sleepy smile.

“Stay…” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

You froze, unsure of how to respond. Her words were simple, but they carried a weight that made your heart ache. After a moment, you pulled the blanket over her and stepped back.

“I’ll be right outside,” you said softly, hoping she’d fall asleep quickly.

As you closed the door behind you, you let out a long sigh, running a hand through your hair. This was definitely not how you’d expected the night to go, and yet, a small part of you couldn’t help but feel… drawn to the chaotic warmth that Yuna and her friends brought into your life.

You were lying on the guest room bed, staring at the ceiling, trying to process everything that had happened over the past few days. The warmth of the blanket was comforting, but your mind refused to quiet down. The tension with Karina, the unexpected moments with Yuna and Ryujin—it all felt surreal, like you were caught in the middle of someone else’s drama.

Just as you began to drift off, the soft creak of the door snapped you back to reality. Turning your head, you saw Yuna standing there in her bed pajamas. Her hair was slightly messy, and her cheeks still carried a faint pink hue from earlier.

“Yuna? What’s wrong?” you asked, sitting up.

She hesitated for a moment, clutching the edge of the doorframe like a shy child. Then, in a soft, almost timid voice, she said, “I… I can’t sleep.”

You blinked, unsure of what to say. “Oh… do you need some water or something? Maybe a pillow from here?”

Yuna shook her head, stepping further into the room. “No, it’s not that,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “Can we… can we cuddle?”

Your heart skipped a beat, and you felt your face heat up. “Cuddle?” you repeated, hoping you’d misheard her.

She nodded, looking at you with those big, doe-like eyes that made it impossible to refuse. “I just… feel lonely, and it’s hard to sleep,” she admitted, her voice tinged with vulnerability.

You hesitated, unsure of how to respond. On one hand, this felt dangerously intimate—especially given the events of the night. But on the other hand, Yuna looked genuinely distressed, and you didn’t have the heart to turn her away.

After a moment, you sighed and nodded. “Alright,” you said, scooting over to make room on the bed.

Yuna’s face lit up with a small, grateful smile as she climbed onto the bed and slipped under the blanket. She snuggled close to you, her head resting on your chest and her arm draping over your torso. Her warmth was comforting, and her presence, though unexpected, had a strangely calming effect.

“Thank you,” she murmured, her voice muffled against your shirt.

You swallowed hard, trying to ignore the way your heart was racing. “No problem,” you said, your voice barely steady.

For a while, the two of you lay there in silence. Yuna’s breathing eventually slowed, and you realized she had fallen asleep. You stared at the ceiling, feeling a mix of confusion and contentment.

As the night stretched on, you couldn’t help but wonder how things had come to this point. Everything in your life seemed to be spiraling out of control, yet in this moment, with Yuna curled up against you, it felt oddly peaceful.

But deep down, you knew this peace wouldn’t last.

Breakfast Sounds Good?

The soft sunlight filtered through the large apartment windows, casting a gentle glow across the living room. You blinked groggily as you stirred awake, only to realize that you weren’t alone.

Yuna was still curled up against your side, her arm loosely draped over your chest. But that wasn’t the only surprise. On the other side of the bed, Ryujin was lying comfortably, her head resting on your shoulder, and at the foot of the bed, Yeji was sprawled out with a peaceful expression, clutching a pillow tightly.

You froze, taking in the scene. The three of them looked so at ease, their breathing soft and rhythmic. Not wanting to disturb their peaceful slumber, you carefully slipped out from under the blanket, tucking it gently around them.

The apartment was quiet as you padded into the kitchen, glancing around for something to do. Spotting the refrigerator, you decided to check for ingredients and whip up something simple. If there was one thing that could start the day off right, it was a warm meal—especially considering how much soju everyone had downed last night.

As you rummaged through the fridge, the sound of a door creaking open caught your attention. Lia stepped out of her room, yawning and stretching her arms above her head. She looked at you with sleepy eyes before a small smile spread across her face.

“How was last night?” she asked, her tone teasing. “I didn’t really get to check what was up.”

You chuckled softly, shaking your head. “It was… rough,” you replied, your voice laced with sarcasm.

Lia giggled as she leaned against the kitchen counter. “I figured as much. Those three can be a handful when they’re drunk.”

“No kidding,” you said, gesturing toward the fridge. “I’m thinking of making some kimchi stew. Something hearty to help everyone sober up.”

“That sounds lovely,” Lia said, her smile widening. “Let me help you. It’ll be quicker that way.”

“Alright,” you said, nodding. “Thanks, Lia.”

The two of you began gathering ingredients—kimchi, tofu, green onions, and some leftover pork. Lia worked efficiently, chopping vegetables with practiced ease, while you prepped the broth.

“So,” Lia began, her voice light but curious, “you’ve been spending quite a bit of time with us lately. Is it always this eventful?”

You smirked as you stirred the pot. “Eventful is definitely one way to put it,” you said. “But honestly, it’s been… nice. Chaotic, but nice.”

Lia laughed softly. “That’s a good way to describe us. Chaotic but nice. I’m glad you don’t find it too overwhelming.”

“Overwhelming might be an understatement,” you admitted, grinning. “But I think I’m getting used to it.”

As the stew simmered, the smell began to fill the apartment, luring one of the sleepyheads from the bedroom. Yeji stumbled into the kitchen, rubbing her eyes and sniffing the air.

“That smells amazing,” she said, her voice hoarse from sleep. “Are you seriously cooking for us again, Y/n? You’re spoiling us.”

“You’ve got to keep your energy up after last night,” you said with a grin. “Besides, I like cooking.”

Yeji smiled warmly, grabbing a glass of water. “Well, we’re lucky to have you around.”

The three of you worked together to set the table, and as the aroma of the kimchi stew wafted through the apartment, the others began to wake up one by one. Ryujin stumbled out first, her hair a mess, followed by Yuna, who looked surprisingly energetic despite the events of the night before.

When everyone was seated at the table, you ladled out bowls of the steaming stew. The girls dug in eagerly, their groans of delight filling the room.

“This is amazing,” Yuna said, her eyes lighting up as she took another bite.

“You’re a lifesaver, Y/n,” Ryujin added, giving you a playful wink.

You couldn’t help but smile as you watched them enjoy the meal. Despite the chaos, moments like this made it all worth it.

The lively clinking of utensils and the warm chatter at the table paused abruptly when you asked, “Where’s Chaeryeong?”

The sudden silence was deafening. All the girls exchanged quick glances before Ryujin let out a sharp curse. “Fuck,” she muttered, slapping her forehead.

“She’s still in her room, isn’t she?” you asked, already pushing back your chair.

Ryujin sighed. “Probably. That girl could sleep through a hurricane.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll wake her up,” you said, standing up.

The room softened with warmth as the girls offered you grateful smiles. Yuna, in particular, beamed at you with a tenderness that made your heart flutter. “You’re too good to us,” she said, her voice dripping with appreciation.

You waved her off with a small laugh and headed toward Chaeryeong’s door. It was slightly ajar, and you knocked gently before pushing it open.

The room was dim, with soft sunlight filtering through the curtains. Chaeryeong was curled up on her bed, her hair cascading over her pillow in soft waves. She looked peaceful, her face serene in her slumber.

You approached her quietly, not wanting to startle her. “Chaeryeong,” you said softly, crouching down beside her bed. “Breakfast is ready.”

She stirred slightly, letting out a faint groan. Her eyes fluttered open slowly, and she blinked a few times before her lips curved into a sleepy smile.

“Y/n?” she murmured, her voice groggy but sweet.

“Yeah, it’s me,” you said, smiling back. “Come on, Chae. Breakfast is ready, and the others are waiting for you.”

She buried her face into her pillow for a moment before peeking back at you. “You made breakfast again, didn’t you?”

“Guilty as charged,” you replied. “It’s kimchi stew this time. You don’t want to miss it, do you?”

She let out a soft chuckle, her voice still heavy with sleep. “You’re too good to us,” she said, echoing Yuna’s earlier words.

“Come on,” you said, reaching out to gently pat her shoulder. “If you don’t get up now, there won’t be any left.”

With a groan, Chaeryeong finally sat up, stretching her arms above her head. “Alright, alright. I’m up,” she said, giving you a small, appreciative smile.

You stood up and extended a hand to her, which she took with a bit of hesitation. As you helped her out of bed, she looked at you with a warmth that was hard to ignore.

“Thanks, Y/n,” she said softly, her eyes holding yours for a moment longer than necessary.

“Anytime,” you replied, trying to ignore the way your heart skipped a beat.

Together, you walked back to the dining area, where the others greeted her with teasing comments about oversleeping. Chaeryeong rolled her eyes but smiled as she took her seat.

As you watched the girls enjoy their meal, you couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of contentment. Moments like these made all the chaos seem worth it.

Somewhere Else

Karina sat cross-legged on the plush couch in their apartment, staring blankly at her phone. The sound of Winter flipping through a magazine was the only thing breaking the silence. Giselle leaned against the counter, sipping her coffee, while Ningning sat on the floor, fiddling with a bracelet absentmindedly.

The once lively energy that used to fill their home felt hollow. The absence of him—you—was palpable, and no one could deny it.

Winter sighed and broke the silence. “It feels...off, doesn’t it? Like something’s missing.”

“Someone’s missing,” Giselle corrected, setting her mug down with a thud. “Let’s be honest, it’s not the same without him.”

Karina’s heart clenched at the words. She hated admitting it, but Giselle was right. Ever since they agreed to keep their distance from you, everything felt muted, incomplete.

“It’s for the best,” Ningning said, her voice low but firm. She looked up from her bracelet and met their gazes one by one. “We talked about this. It’s not safe to drag him into all this mess. Look at what happened on social media. We’re trying to protect him.”

Karina felt a pang of guilt. Protecting you had been the justification for their decision, but now, she wondered if they’d made the right call. She glanced at the framed photo sitting on the coffee table—a candid shot of the five of you laughing together after one of your impromptu cooking sessions. The memory felt like a lifetime ago.

“He was always so patient with us,” Karina murmured, tracing the edge of the frame with her fingers. “No matter how chaotic things got, he just...made it better.”

Winter nodded, setting down her magazine. “I miss the way he used to make us laugh. And the food, of course.” She tried to joke, but her smile didn’t reach her eyes.

Ningning crossed her arms, leaning back against the couch. “You think I don’t miss him too? But what’s the alternative? We drag him through this circus and make things worse for him? He deserves better than that.”

Karina clenched her fists. Ningning’s words made sense, but they didn’t ease the ache in her chest. She missed your awkward smiles, your quiet but comforting presence, the way you seemed to genuinely care about each of them.

“I don’t even think he’s mad,” Giselle said, her tone softer now. “That’s the worst part. He probably understands why we’re doing this, and he’s just...dealing with it.”

The room fell silent again, each of them lost in their thoughts.

Winter broke the stillness, her voice barely above a whisper. “Do you think we’ll ever fix this? Like, really fix it?”

Karina didn’t answer. She couldn’t. All she could do was stare at the photo, hoping that someday, somehow, they’d find a way to bring you back into their lives. Because without you, the warmth and light that once filled their world seemed like a distant memory.

Her Bigger Picture

Wonyoung stared at her phone screen, her thumb hovering over the message box. Her heart beat faster as she sent the text, the words feeling heavier than they ever had before.

Does the plan work?

She waited, her gaze fixed on the screen, her fingers tapping nervously against the table. It wasn’t like her to be this anxious, but something about the situation—about what she was about to do—made her feel like she was standing on the edge of a cliff, unsure of whether she should jump.

Her phone buzzed, and her breath caught in her throat as she quickly read the response:

"Works like a charm."

Wonyoung felt a mix of relief and unease wash over her. She had known DragonAnonym would handle it. They had been a reliable ally, someone who understood what it meant to have the things you wanted, no matter the cost. But still, the reality of what was happening, of what she was allowing herself to be part of, sent a ripple of doubt through her.

Is this really what I want? she wondered. But then she thought of you—of the way you had treated her, of the way you had looked at her. The way you had made her feel when you had cooked for her and smiled at her, so kind, so gentle. Wonyoung had wanted that warmth, that attention. She wanted to feel special.

She gripped her phone tighter and sent another text:

Send me proof.

A few moments later, another message appeared. Wonyoung’s eyes widened as she saw the photo. It was you—sleeping, calm and unaware. You looked peaceful, innocent even. It was almost surreal. She knew the plan had worked. DragonAnonym had delivered.

Proof enough, DragonAnonym replied with a playful wink emoji.

Wonyoung couldn’t stop herself from smiling, a dangerous, almost predatory grin. This was her chance, her moment to make you hers, no matter what. She had already seen how easily you could be manipulated. You weren’t like Karina or the others. You were different.

She typed back quickly:

Thanks, DragonAnonym. You’ve done well. Now let’s make sure the rest goes according to plan.

After sending the message, Wonyoung leaned back in her chair, her mind racing. She had wanted to take it slow at first, but now, the thrill of it all excited her more than she cared to admit. If she played her cards right, you would be hers—completely and utterly hers.

But there was one thing that lingered in her mind. The guilt. It gnawed at her, especially when she thought about you. Would you hate her once you found out? Would you despise her for what she had done?

But those thoughts quickly faded. In the end, you would understand. She was only doing this for the two of you, for the future that could be hers with you. After all, she didn’t want to be alone anymore. And if that meant playing a game, bending the truth, then so be it.

With a deep breath, Wonyoung began to make her next move, her fingers quickly texting DragonAnonym again.

Let’s meet. We’ll need to set up the next step.

As the message sent, Wonyoung’s heart beat a little faster. She couldn’t help but feel a rush of excitement. She was finally taking control.

[itzyjinnie]

Kinktober Day 8 (🔞)

Ryujin × Lia - I'm All Yours

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Ryujin Jumped when the door to her dorm room flung open presenting a visibly upset Lia, her eyes were puffy and she had tear stains on her cheeks, all it took was one look from Ryujin and she started sobbing, Ryujin quickly made her way to Lia wrapping her protectively in her arms, shutting the door and leading them both to sit on the couch

Lia's grip on Ryujin tightened as Ryujin began stroking her hair as Lia sat on her lap "relax angel and tell me what happened" Lia took a shakey breath and began explaining what had happened, Her and Yuna had ended up having a huge fight and Chaeryeong told Lia to come and find Ryujin while she stayed with Yuna because she knew Ryujin was the only one who would be able to calm Lia down and give her the comfort she needed right now

"Honey it'll be okay, look at me" Ryujin said as she guided Lia's chin up to look into her eyes "Trust Me, I'm sure neither of you meant the things you said to eachother, you both just need time away from eachother to calm down, its normal fot friends to argue" and just like that it was as if Ryujin was inside Lia's head seeing all of the concerns she had swirling around, she hated arguing with the younger girl especially since they were usually so close

After listening to Ryujin's words she began to calm down slightly as Ryujin wiped away her tears placing a soft kiss to the older girls cheek, the lack of space becoming clear to them both at this action, as Ryujin pulled away there was only centimetres between them and Ryujin could smell the mint from Lia's breath and before either of them could think about what they were doing they both leaned in connecting their lips, at first the kiss was soft and gentle but it quickly got heated only getting more intense as Lia changed her position and now she was straddling Ryujin's lap and Ryujin's hands took their place on Lia's ass

Lia started grinding herself down onto Ryujin's thighs letting out a moan of pleasure as her movements caused friction on her clothed clit, at that Ryujin separated from Lia's mouth breathing heavily and asking "Jisu are you sure you want to do this right now?" Lia answered her question with another kiss then pulling away to say "Ryu I've been wanting to do this with you for years, please" and with the consent just given Ryujin continued her previous motions but this time kissing Lia's neck

After a while Ryujin picked Lia up and carried her to the bed only separating as she placed Lia down gently on the bed and took off her own shirt, before taking off Lia's crop top and going to straddle her, whispering into her ear "you look so beautiful princess, I want you so bad" these words making Lia blush before declaring "baby I'm all yours"

The words sending sparks through both of them as well as Ryujin's hungry touches all over Lia's body

Lia was getting wetter by the second and she needed Ryujin now and as if she had read her mind Ryujin reached down for the hem of her shorts, quickly tugging them off and then doing the same to her own while Lia just stared at her in awe, Lia always found Ryujin beautiful but right now she thought the blonde had reached a whole new level of stunning as she hovered above her beginning to scatter kisses all over her body before reaching her lower lips which Ryujin also kissed making Lia shiver before Diving in and devouring her pussy like she'd never get the honour again, it didn't take long for Lia to cum and Ryujin wished she could hear the sound of Lia's moans every day for the rest of her life

Once they were satisfied they layed down and took a nap together, Ryujin's arm protectively around Lia's waist and her nose nuzzling into the crook of her neck placing kisses to her shoulder which was the same way she woke her up a few hours later when they both made their way to Yuna's dorm so the best friends could make up and so Ryujin and Lia could tell the rest of the girls about their new flourishing relationship and endure the countless amounts of teasing from their friends

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[elllisaaa]

STEAL THE SHOW - S. YUNA

SUMMARY : when yuna, one of the most viewed content creator of the site you're posting on, takes an interest in you, you're not about to waste your chance.

-> pairing : pornstar!yuna x camgirl!reader

-> words count :

-> genre : smut

-> warnings : wlw, sex work, dom!yuna x sub!reader, teasing, making out, choking, oral, nipple/breast play, marking, use of 'good girl', praising, body worship, begging, fingering, biting,

+ the way i'm depicting yuna does not represent her, it's only a work of fiction

-> 18+ content bellow, minors DNI

-> reblogs and feedbacks are appreciated ! sorry for any mistakes, english is not my first language.

-> masterlist | itzy masterlist

You had always been lazy, be that when you were still at school or when it came to literally any chores in the house. You just wanted to lay back, spend your days doing either nothing or what you liked, and not be forced to do something you didn’t want to. So obviously, getting a job when you (barely) graduated from college wasn’t an option. That was when you started to get interested in the porn industry. It felt like you could make easy money from it, and from what you’ve heard, it seemed like the perfect job for you. 

You started with audio-only videos that you posted on a popular site. And as you gained popularity and confidence, you started to feel more comfortable in showing certain parts of your body, little by little uncovering yourself in the videos. You started doing lives, the money flooding in when you played along with your followers, touching yourself for them. You did private sessions sometimes too, the gains you got from these types of clients easily paying for two months of your rent. It was the perfect life for you. All you had to do was to pleasure yourself, stroke the ego of some lonely dudes, and boom - you were able to buy all the things you could only dream of a few months before. 

As time passed, you began to notice a regular viewer of your lives. A viewer that always gave you a lot, even when you weren’t doing anything in particular. Out of curiosity, you searched the pseudo on the internet, and you found out that for once, it wasn’t a guy but a girl. A girl who was also making this type of content. And she was a really pretty girl at that. Of course, you just had to message her, to personally thank her for all the money she gave you, for supporting your lives. That was how your “relationship” with Yuna started. 

At first, it was only innocent messages - praises of each other's contents, asking for advice from each other’s experience, and giving support to each other. Yuna mostly had a female audience, while yours was mostly masculine, and soon enough, it became evident that collaborating with each other could only benefit your two channels. You brought up the subject during one of your conversations, and Yuna casually accepted, leaving you both excited and nervous about your first meeting. 

You had settled on meeting up at a café in town, a public setting making it easier for any of you to step back if you felt uncomfortable. You sat at a table, your acrylic nails tapping repeatedly against the table as you anxiously waited for her. What if she wasn’t who she pretended to be ? What if she had bad intentions ? What if the vibes weren’t as good in person ? 

“- Y/N ?”

Your concerns were cut short by the familiar soft and sultry voice you had come to know all too well. You raised your head to look at her in the eyes, and you were immediately swept off your feets by how prettier she looked in real life. Her skin was pale, like that of a porcelain doll, her brown eyes were intense as she stared at you and her long, brown, silky hair framed her gorgeous face perfectly. 

“- Y-Yeah ! It’s me.”

She chuckled at your answer and leaned down to kiss your cheek, the contact making you slightly blush. It was stupid - you had done way worse things on camera - but the girl in front of you had such an effect on you that you hadn’t anticipated. Though, Yuna didn’t acknowledge your nervousness as she sat down in front of you with a smile on her face.

“- I’m happy to finally meet you. 

- Me too.”

Silence hung between the two of you for a few seconds - out of anxiousness on your part, while Yuna’s eyes were detailing you, a glint of something darker shining in her gaze as she didn’t hide the way she was checking you out. You cleared your throat as you looked down to the table. 

“- Do you… Uh, do you want to drink something ?” 

Yuna’s smile widened as she got rid of her coat and scarf, revealing the red crop top she was wearing. It was hard not to stare when she looked like she had walked out straight out of a magazine, and she seemed to enjoy it as she relaxed in her seat, crossing her legs as she looked at the menu. 

“- If you’re offering so nicely…”

The slight blush that had taken over your cheeks hadn’t left, even as a server came by to ask what the two of you would like to have. You both ordered a drink, and something to eat. Your heart was beating fast, and for the first time in a long while, you felt self conscious, too aware of your own existence and afraid of being awkward. For there was seemingly nothing to worry about since the conversation was always flooding easily. But seeing her in person was making you nervous, and you just had to sip on your latte to try and make it pass.

“- I didn’t think you’d be so different in person.”

Her comment made you raise your head to look at her directly, and her smile hadn’t left her lips as she stirred her matcha. She was right though, it wasn’t like you to be so quiet and nervous. 

“- What do you mean ?

- You’re always so bold and flirty when we talk usually… What happened to you baby ?”

Once again, she was right. You had no problem flirting with her, and making cheeky remarks usually. And you knew you had to relax, because Yuna wasn’t any different from her on-camera persona - she had that same lascivious tone of voice, that same mischievous glint in her eyes and these slow, deliberate gestures that had you hooked. 

“- Is it too cheesy if I say you’re what makes me nervous ?”

Yuna chuckled, and the sound ravished your ears as you cracked a smile too, slowly feeling more at ease with the situation, knowing that she hadn’t put on a show during all these conversations. She could have, and she could still be fooling you, acting to get what she wanted. But for some strange reasons, you believed her, you believed she hadn’t any bad intentions simply because this all felt so authentic - there was no way she was faking it. 

“- It could. But I’ll take it as a compliment. I make the all-mighty Y/N lose her composure after all…

- Let me just get used to seeing your pretty face in front of me.”

The slight smirk stretching out the corner of your lips accentuated the curious glimmer in her eyes, and Yuna felt like she could really get more than a hundred dollars and a new audience for her content. This was way more than just collaborating with you, it was meeting you in person and finally getting a taste of that pussy that had made her drool for the past few months. 

“- Shameless… I like it.”

Her comment floated in the air as you took a sip of your latte and tasted the pastry you had ordered. The silence wasn’t awkward, and you didn’t feel the need to break it. The aura of confidence she exuded had transferred to you, and you no longer felt like you were on the verge of passing out from the stress. 

“- So… How do you want this to go ?”

The question seemed innocent, but in your defense, you hadn’t had the chance to do anything like this ever before. It was your first time meeting with someone who did the same type of content as you, let alone someone you were about to have sex with. Yuna’s smile didn’t flatter as she put down her matcha, licking her lips in a calculated motion to draw your attention before she answered. 

“- I don’t have any rules set up. I’d like us to do whatever we feel comfortable with. Unless there’s a limit you have to tell me about, I could be anything you’d like.”

Yuna’s response surprised you a bit. You had seen on her channel that she had already collaborated with other content creators - men and women - so you thought she had a clear method on how she went about all of this. But actually, the idea of letting things go as the mood suggested seemed like a pretty good idea. You nodded as you took another bite of the chocolate cake filled with vanilla cream, licking the crumbs off the spoon with intent. 

“- That sounds pretty good to me. I can’t really think of anything that would put me off right now… 

- Yeah ? Then I think we’ll have a lot of fun.”

Her eyes dropped down to your lips as you talked, making her intentions very clear. She wasn’t trying to be subtle, but again, why would she when you both knew why you were here and what would happen as soon as you’ll step into your apartment. You both finished your coffees while making small talk, occasionally throwing glances at each other, as if you couldn’t feel your heart beating fast in your chest from the anticipation. 

“- Should we go ?”

You nodded at her suggestion, standing up and slinging your purse over your shoulder. You walked to the door in silence, and as you followed the streets down to your apartment, it felt like words weren’t needed to explain how you were buzzing with excitement. Yuna didn’t seem as affected as you were though - she looked so calm, and put together, completely opposite of your current demeanor. And it was particularly odd for you to be like this. Usually, you had no problem being flirty, and unbothered by almost everything, but she made it harder to breathe and think.

Suddenly, you felt her arm wrapping itself around your waist, holding you closer to her and you couldn’t hide your surprise nor the way your breath hitched in your throat at the contact. You could feel the warmth of her body seeping into you through the fabric of both your clothes. Soon enough, you could also feel her lips brush against your ear, and her brown hair falling on your shoulder as she leaned in.

“- Relax sweetheart, I won’t eat you. Unless you ask me too.”

She chuckled under her breath as she saw your reaction - or rather, your lack of reaction. Your cheeks felt warmer again, but this time, you decided you had enough of feeling shy and anxious, the excitement of the situation finally taking over you as you looked at her in the eyes, your own  gaze intentionally dropping down to her cleavage before going back up to her lips.

“- Well… I definitely wouldn’t hate it, but I’d rather taste you first.”

A slow grin spread on Yuna’s lips as she squeezed your arm. 

“- I like this better.”

Before you knew it, you were in front of your building, and you were leading Yuna up to your apartment. She watched your every move as you unlocked the door, inviting her in. She fitted right in your living room, her eyes falling on each detail of the decoration as she dropped her purse and coat onto your armchair. The security of your own home made it easier to feel relaxed. 

“- It’s really cozy, you got great taste.

- That’s nothing new.”

Your eyes fell on her sitting position on the couch, tilting your head to the side to make it clear what you were implying. Yuna’s smile widened as she reached for your hand, pulling you to sit down on her lap. You let out a surprised gasp as you steadied yourself on her shoulders, but her smirk didn’t leave her lips as she reached up to cup your cheek, bringing your face closer to hers. 

“- Now, this is more like it. I’ve wanted to do this for a long time ? 

- Oh yeah ? Gotta make it worth it then…”

These were your last words before you leaned in to finally kiss her like you had been dying to ever since she pressed her lips against your cheeks. And they were even softer than you imagined. Your arms went to wrap around her neck as you got more comfortable in her lap, while her hands rested firmly on your waist, pushing you impossibly closer to her. And god, the way she was kissing you - slow and deliberate - was leaving you dizzy, unable to think anymore. 

You sighed in her mouth, feeling her clear, glittery gloss mixing with your pink one. And as she licked your lips, your eyes fluttered shut, letting her slowly devour you. Her warm tongue swiping expertidly against yours made you moan this time, not caring about coming off as desperate as your hips rocked against her, trying to get that bit of friction you needed to soothe the ache in between your thighs. And all of sudden, Yuna’s hand was wrapped around your throat and she was pulling you away from her lips. Her smirk was back, her eyes darker as she watched you lick off her gloss from your lips. 

“- I almost want to keep it all for myself now…”

You giggled as you climbed off of her lap, her hands lingering on your hips for a few more seconds before she let you go, still grinning. 

“- Come on, I already have everything set up in my room.

- After you, pretty girl.”

You led the way to your bedroom, revealing the just as cozy setting you had planned : a fuzzy blanket was laid out on your bed, your camera already set up to be able to film from the side of it. Your purple leds were on, as well as some fairy lights casting a glow over the scene. Yuna sat down in front of your camera, as if it was all natural to her. And frankly, it seemed like it was, looking at how at ease she had been all along. And right now, as you sat beside her, ready to start the live, all your nerves had disappeared, replaced by the buzzing excitement and the anticipation of what was going to happen. 

“- Ready ?”

Yuna only nodded at you with her signature sultry smile, and you reached your monitor to start the live, the commentary and viewers immediately flooding in as you sat down beside her on the bed. 

“- Hi, guys ! As you can see, today I’m not alone. Please, welcome Yuna warmly.”

She waved at the camera as she greeted your audience too. You started slowly to read out some commentaries and answering questions, the chemistry between the two of you evident even on screen. Yuna’s hand was resting high up on your thigh, her fingers slowly slipping underneath the hem of your skirt. 

“- Uhm… Someone asked if we were going to finally touch each other.”

You turned to look at her, your eyes flicking down to her lips once again as a slow smirk spreaded on your lips, mirroring her own devilish grin. 

“- Well, I guess we don’t have the choice then…”

Yuna was the one to kiss you first this time, one of her hands curling around the back of your neck and bringing you to her lips. It was much more intense than when you were on the couch, her tongue almost immediately parting your lips and mingling with yours. But you were not going to complain, especially not when she was sighing like that in your mouth, when she let her hands wander down to massage your breasts over the material of your top. 

You only broke the kiss so she could help you get rid of your shirt, leaving you only in your skirt and your lacy, dark red bra. Yuna bit down on her lips as she admired the sight in front of her, feeling the sudden urge to cover your perfect skin in her marks, to leave you a drooling mess. So that was exactly what she did. Yuna positioned herself behind you, her lips lashing against your neck and her hands returning to your boobs. You could feel her smile against your skin as you moaned out at the feeling. 

“- Such a pretty girl… You dressed up for me, right ? Put on my favourite colour just for me ?

- Yes… I bought it just for you.”

Yuna’s smile widened as she bit down on your neck, making you yelp. She was quick to soothe the ache with another kiss and with her fingers slipping inside your bra to flick your nipples. 

“- Good girl.”

You held back a moan at the praise, and even more so at the way Yuna was pinching your nipples in just the right way to make you squirm against her. But she only chuckled against your ear as she continued to tease you. She was staring directly into the camera, as if challenging your viewers, showing them what they could never have.

“- Tell me what you want, sweetheart.” 

Her honey-like voice seeped into you, definitely turning your brain to mush. One of her hands was still playing with your right nipple, while the other was slowly making its way down, until she reached the waistband of your skirt and stopped. You whined, bucking your hips up, because she knew exactly what you wanted, what you needed. Yuna’s smile grew wider as she grabbed your jaw, tilting your head back to force you to look at her in the eyes. 

“- I need words, pretty girl.”

Your own smile was daring as you took her hand in yours, bringing it down lower, and lower, until her manicured fingers laid up high on your inner thighs, your spread legs showing off your red panties as well as the wet patch on it. 

“- And I need your fingers, please.”

Yuna didn’t let you look away from her as she slowly ran up her hands higher and higher, until her fingers grazed the hem of your underwear. She was teasing, and you knew it, but it was too good to ask her to stop.

“- You’re even begging without being asked to… So fucking perfect.”

She didn’t even let you have any chance to respond as she pressed her fingers against your clothed clit, tearing a moan from you, your eyes fluttering shut when she started to draw circles. 

“- So wet and I haven’t even done anything yet, sweetheart.”

Her teasing was getting to your head, and the way she was touching you in the perfect way to give you some but not enough was driving you crazy. But Yuna didn’t want to play, at least, not too much. More than anything, she wanted to make you fall apart. So she pushed your underwear to the side, revealing your dripping cunt to the camera. She ran her fingers along the slit, collecting some of your wetness and bringing it up to her lips. She made a whole show out of licking it off, and you couldn’t detach your eyes from her as she did so.

“- Yuna… 

- Don’t be so impatient, you’re gonna have them.”

She tapped her fingers against your lips, and as if it was a second nature, you parted them and let her push them into your mouth. You diligently sucked around them, tasting yourself and her saliva on them. And you had to admit that the mix was pretty mind blowing. Before you could enjoy it some more, she took her fingers away from your mouth, returning to play with your cunt. But her teasing didn’t last much longer as she finally pushed one of her fingers inside of your pussy. Your back arched against her, your head resting against her shoulders, and a contented moan slipping past your lips. 

“- You’re so wet already… Doing so good for me Y/N.”

This didn’t even feel like it was just for the viewers, you weren’t even thinking about the live anymore except for the distant sound of the donation notification. But with the way Yuna was quick to push a second finger inside of you, and even quicker to find the perfect rhythm to make you whimper, this was completely out of your mind. Her other hand that was still resting around your jaw slid down just a bit, until she could wrap it around your throat. Your breathing hitched and your eyes snapped open for a few seconds, enough to take in the sinful view reflected in the camera, and to see how Yuna was looking at you - like an animal ready to devour its prey. 

“- You like that sweetheart ? You like having my hand around your throat ?

- Yes… Feels so good…”

Yuna smirked at the way your voice was shaking, at the way you were moaning and whimpering, at the way you were chasing her hand each time she slowed down the rhythm of her fingers. And as she buried them deep inside of you once again, she squeezed your neck tighter, and she relished in the desperate sounds you made, in how pliant you were in her hold, in how tight you were. Soon enough, your legs were shaking and you could already feel your orgasm approaching rapidly.

“- You’re close sweetheart ?

- Yes… So close…

- Mmh, yeah… I can feel you clenching around my fingers. Come on baby, let go for me, show me how beautiful you are when you cum.”

Yuna’s words pushed you closer to the edge, as well as her hand leaving your throat to come play with your clit again. She only needed to whisper some more praises against your ear to get you there, smiling at the way you loudly moaned out and grabbed her arm in an attempt to keep in touch with reality. Your orgasm crashed over you like a hurricane, more wetness seeping out of your hole and making the lewd sounds of Yuna’s fingers even dirtier. 

“- You did such a great job for me, sweetheart.”

You turned your head to the side against her shoulder to look at her in the eyes, still trying to catch your breath. But the pure lust and desire you could so clearly see inside of her gaze made your heart beat faster again. Without needing to say one word to each other, your lips were on hers, one of your hands tangled in her long brown hair while hers slid up to take a hold of your breasts again. When you finally parted your lips, a new determination had taken over you.

“- It’s my turn to have fun, now.”

You didn’t let Yuna protest or react before helping her out of her top, leaving her torso completely bare. The realisation that she hadn’t been wearing a bra all this time left you speechless for a few seconds. Yuna’s chuckles at your lack of reaction quickly died in her throat when you leaned down to catch one of her nipples in between your lips. She exhaled a shuddering breath at the action, letting you do as you pleased. 

So you didn’t hesitate to suck on her nipple, while you rolled the other one in between two of your fingers, attentive to every sigh and quiet moan Yuna let slip past her lips. She didn’t protest when you started to kiss your way down her body, finally stopping at the waistband of her jeans. She looked down at you - her lips parted and her eyes full of desire, of need - and you simply smirked, slowly undoing her button and zipper. You discarded her jeans somewhere in the room, your hands sliding up from her ankles to her thighs that you squeezed.

“- You’re enjoying this, aren’t you ?

- So much.”

Your answer made her bite down on her lip again, and you definitely liked that habit of hers a lot. Now that she was only wearing her panties, you kneeled down on the floor and tugged Yuna closer to the edge of the bed. Your lips quickly found their place against her right knee, slowly making your way up to her inner thigh with your kisses and occasional light bites. And by the time you started over your little game with her left leg, Yuna was breathless, her chest heaving rapidly and her fists curled around the sheets. 

“- Tell me what you want, baby.”

Your teasing didn’t go unnoticed, and Yuna couldn’t help but grin at the way you took her own words from her. But that didn’t stop her from tangling one of her hands in your hair, tugging on them and making you gasp in surprise. 

“- You better put that mouth to good use instead of running it sweetheart.”

The sudden shift in her demeanor made you want to be brat and to be good all at once. But the appealing view of her soaked panties just in front of your eyes led you to nod at her. Though she let you move on your own again, her hand was still resting against the back of your head, guiding you toward her cunt. You made a show of licking at her over the material of her underwear, and moaning under your breath at the feeling. But was it really acting when she tasted like the sweetest thing you had ever had the chance to try ?

You didn’t waste any more time as you pushed her black, lacy thong to the side, finally getting a real view of her cunt. But you didn’t stop on that for more than a second, immediately leaning forward to taste her for real. You both moaned in harmony at the feeling, Yuna’s fingers tightening around your strand of hair while yours rested firmly on her hips. 

“- That feels so good sweetheart, don’t stop…”

You hummed against her cunt as you took her clit in between your lips, restlessly sucking on it like your life depended on it. Yuna could see the sinful reflection of what was happening through the camera, your head moving in between her legs and her exposed body taking up the whole frame. She wanted to keep watching, to try and read some comments, but the way you were devouring her as if you were starving had her throwing her head back, rocking her hips against your face.

And you didn’t try to stop her, only encouraging her to keep grinding against you. Your nose was bumping against her clit with each thrust of her hips, and you kept licking at her, pushing your tongue into her clenching hole, collecting her slickness as much as you could. And Yuna didn’t try to hold back her sounds, her whines and moans echoing through the room and the live still going the last thing on her mind as she felt herself approaching her climax. 

“- Y/N…”

You hummed again, feeling how her thighs were starting to shake around your head, feeling how her whimpers were getting more and more high-pitched. So you doubled your efforts, not caring about not being able to breathe anymore as you buried your face as deep as you could in between her thighs. You looked up at her, and Yuna let out another whine as her gaze fell into your wide doe eyes, almost pleading her to cum in your mouth.

And that was exactly what she did, throwing her head back again and holding you in place with both her hands as she rode out her orgasm by riding your face. And you stayed still, moaning against her and licking her clean until she pushed you away. You didn’t let her catch her breath as you came up to kiss her, sharing her juices in a searing, hot and messy kiss that left you both wanting more. As if on cue, another donation notification rang up from your phone and brought you back to reality. Right. You were supposed to be working. You turned around, sitting in between Yuna’s still spread legs as your eyes bore into the camera. 

“- I hope you guys liked this, you can look up for more content on our channels very soon.”

Before you could say anything else to your viewers, or see how much you made from this one single live, Yuna reached over your shoulder to stop the live. And before you could protest, she grabbed your shoulder and pushed you to lay on the bed, knocking the air out of your lungs for a few seconds. She hovered over you, almost fully naked, and that dark glint in her eyes back.

“- The rest of what I’m gonna do to you doesn’t need to be shared, it’s only for you sweetheart.”

And you definitely weren’t mad about that.

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Six | Bonding Time

ENHYPEN Eighth Member : 지유 JIYU / 지유나 Ji Yuna

Table of Contents

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Mandatory Maknae Bonding Time doesn't really feel like a great way to make two people become closer friends. Not that Yuna is an expert in the whole friend department but that's just her personal opinion.

Regardless, “MMBT” is where she finds herself. She and Niki were politely and temporarily evicted from the dorm and told to spend the afternoon doing normal teenage things together (within reason and avoiding paparazzi, if at all possible).

She would have tried to say that she's not a normal teenager if she thought it would have been effective argument against the older boys' insistence. So, she remained quiet.

Yuna had to make the decision on where they should go. Of the two of them, she's the fifteen-year-old living apart from her entire family that is still in her home country. So, in typical South Korean fashion, Yuna brought them to a convenience store.

Niki has been standing in front of the drink fridge for a really long time.

Yuna knows not everyone is like her. Not everyone needs to know exactly what they're going into a store for or map out the quickest route in their heads to leave as soon as possible. She knows that's not normal and some people shop for fun or something.

But he's just been standing there for like, several minutes.

"You'd like this one," she says, pointing out a drink package of strawberry milk and watermelon flavoring.

Niki looks down at her. He's gotten noticeably taller in the months it's been since they debuted. Yuna hasn't grown since she was 12. That's how she knows he's taller now than he was before.

"You think?"

"You like watermelon. You'd like it."

She says it as plainly as she says anything but she doesn't actually know if he's going to like the drink. She's getting itchy being in the convenience store for so long after having already paid. She's supposed to have left, already. That's how it works.

Niki seems to take her word for it and takes the drink package to the register to pay.

The normal teenager thing to do would probably be to sit at the little tables out front of the store. Yuna hates the idea of the person she just bought snacks from seeing her sit and eat.

So, she leads Niki to what may be the world's smallest park where the single bench is already occupied. She prefers sitting in the grass, anyway, but now she has an excuse to take a seat in the dirt instead of on the half-rotted bench.

"You don't talk much," Niki says.

Knowing the boy to the extent she does after living together since last September, she can tell it's not an insult. It's an attempt at conversation.

Yuna's instinct is to "mm" in agreement and say nothing else. But Niki is trying, so she should, too.

"You haven't said anything, either."

Niki laughs. "That's fair."

They lapse into silence.

Yuna eats a few Cheetos.

Niki sips his drink. "Huh. You were right."

"Is it good?"

"Yeah. Very."

"I tried it before and hated it. But I thought it'd be your style."

Niki laughs. "'I hated this. Here. Try it.'"

"That's not what I meant."

"No, it's fine. You obviously have very bad taste if you don't like this. Your loss."

"I just don't like sweet things."

"What? Like, you don't like candy?"

"I like some candy."

"Like what?"

"Skittles."

"And?"

"Sour candy."

"Chocolate?"

Yuna hesitates.

"You don't like chocolate?!"

"...not really."

"Oh my god. Bonding Time is over. I can't be friends with someone who doesn't like chocolate."

"It's overrated. I don't get the big deal."

"You're not helping your case."

"Does it help if I promise to give you all my chocolate? Anytime I get chocolate, you can have it."

"This... is acceptable."

Niki laughs at himself.

Yuna sips her own drink. It's tea, black, caffeinated, unsweetened, bitter like she likes it.

"Do you like cake?" Niki asks.

"Sometimes."

She's halfway to realizing that isn't a conversational type of answer when Niki fills in the blanks for her by asking, "When it doesn't have too much frosting?"

"Mm," she hums, trying not to show how surprised she is by how quickly he's caught on.

Niki sounds to be in genuine disbelief when he says, "But that's the best part."

"It makes my teeth hurt."

"You have the best music taste of everyone in Enhypen, but you definitely don't have the best taste buds."

"The best music taste?" When had they all decided she had the best taste in music?

"That's what I think, anyway. I like when you sit in the front of the car because you get the aux cord. Your playlists are the best. Especially, compared to Heeseung's."

Niki's dig at the eldest member doesn't devalue the compliment. At least, not to Yuna.

"You're the best dancer. In the group. Much better than me."

"You sing circles around me."

"You have a nice voice," Yuna says because it feels like they're just saying things about the other.

"I still struggle with Korean."

"You've only been living in Korea for less than two years."

"You can write songs. You're amazing at it. I hope you write all our songs in the future."

Yuna's face feels hot. "I hope so, too."

It's quiet for a while after that but it doesn't feel as tense as before. The unsettled awkwardness of two same-aged people never connecting doesn't feel as prevalent. Yuna knows they're not suddenly best friends but it is easier to sit quietly.

"Is it bad that we had to be forced to spend time together?" Yuna asks, out of blue like Niki's cake question had been, so it should be alright.

"I don't think it's bad. I mean, you disliked me for a while. I don't think you do now, though, do you?"

"I never disliked you."

"Oh."

Yuna feels a little sick, something recognizable as guilt tugging at her stomach. "You thought I disliked you?"

"Yeah. You iced me out when I tried to talk to you when we first moved into the dorms. And you never spoke to me."

"I never spoke to anyone."

"Okay, that's fair. I don't know. All of the 02 line treat each other different than we do. I just figured you didn't like me."

"I'm sorry."

"You don't have to apologize. I misread the situation."

"No, I am sorry. I'm not good at speaking. Or making friends. I've never really had friends before. I didn't mean to make you feel like I didn't like you."

"It's okay."

"I do like you."

For the first time in she doesn't know how long, it feels easy to talk to someone. Conversation with Niki flows almost "easily." That had always a theoretical notion of people who understand social interaction without overanalysis.

In the grass with Niki and their contrasting taste buds, it's easy for Ji Yuna to talk to someone.

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𝐘𝐮𝐧𝐚'𝐬 𝟐𝟐𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐒𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫!

Well, as the title suggests, I am turning 22 on January 30th (yes I can't believe it either), and it's a very very special number to me, I was obsessed with it since I was a kid—because of Taylor Swift's 22 of course (you have no idea how happy my inner child is now!).

However, I thought I should celebrate this very important event with you by hosting my second sleepover! (honestly I was planning to make this a double sleepover if I hit 300 followers before my birthday, but since I didn't, I really had to host a sleepover)

As usual, my sleepover will host games, questions, asks, and definitely, requests!!! <3

The sleepover will be a week long, from January 30th till February 6th, where you can submit asks and requests!

Note on prohibited things that I won't be doing or answering:

No nsfw/dirty asks, writing requests or questions, it's uncomfortable for me sometimes, and this is an all-ages-friendly celebration. No further elaboration, please respect this. <3

𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬:

Here's a list of the games we can play:

Kiss/Marry/Kill: you give me three characters and I will sort each one in one of these categories! (make it hard for me)

Would you rather: you give me two things/characters and I get to choose one that suits me better! (for example: night owl or early bird?)

Make an assumption: you literally make an assumption about me and I either prove it or deny it!

Never have I ever: you ask me about things I did or didn't do!

Exchanged Ships: basically, you give me a character that you find as my significant other, and I will give you a character in exchange and why I think it's the perfect character for you!

Random Q&A: you can ask me about anything, whether it's my favorite food or even what fabrics do I prefer to wear, ask whatever you want!

Girly Talks: just talk to me about any girly topic you want and we'll establish a good conversation! Let's talk about books or authors, favorite poetry pieces, maybe movies we loved in our childhood, or even your favorite outfits back when you were a 10 year old! Literally anything!

Rate My Music Taste: give me a song/artist and I will rate it from 1 (absolute flop) to 10 (total banger)! — (this is absolutely done just for fun).

I Wanna Write You A Song: start with a phrase and we will make a totally original song together in the reblogs!

Doodles: give me something simple to draw!

𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬:

As for writing requests, I will be taking fluff/angst/violence (blood and gore—due to the nature of the characters I write for) x female!reader requests only. But of course you can request the prompt you desire. <3

As for the characters, here's a list of the fictional men that I would be writing for:

Matt Murdock/Daredevil

Foggy Nelson

Tristan Thorn

Michael Kinsella

Henry (from Eat Locals)

Daryl Dixon

(might consider writing for other Charlie Cox/Norman Reedus characters. example: Ian Hamilton, Owen Sleater, Scud, Murphy MacManus, etc.)

You can ask for prompt included in this list or ones you come up with yourself:

intimate moments / gestures that make me feel love / romantic rainy day prompts / gentle things that make me fall harder in love / fluffy comforting/sick dialogue prompts / lighthearted first kiss prompts / sparring prompts / forced proximity prompts / date prompts masterpost /

Note that I will be tagging the fic requests with #yuna's 22 birthday sleepover so they're easy to find, but they will be sorted in my main masterlist as regular requests! <3

tagging my moots to spread the word sorry for being a little too annoying hehe (and I tried to tag as much as possible but my memory is messing around with me I'm sorry if I forgot anyone): @v4leoftears @remonemo @fizanotfeeza @bunmurdock @bellaxgiornata @kal-0n @1988-fiend @mattmurdocks6thscaleapartment @floral-charlie-cat @farfromstrange @babygirlmurdock @mattmurdocksscars @itwasthereaminuteago @c-mrdck @xxeycisxx @loveroftoomanyfandoms @mindidjarin @little-miss-dilf-lover @shiorimakibawrites @tongueofcat @marytheweefrenchie @chvoswxtch @devilsmurdock @galaxies-and-moons-and-cox @acharliecoxedfan @folkloreandfall @murdocklorian @munsonownsmyass @abbyhaslongshorts @murc0ck @lazyxsquirrel @theradioactivespidergwen @xxdrixx @saintmurd0ck @softasawhisper @she-likesorchids @peterman-spideyparker @mattmurdocksstarlight @amberlynnmurdock @courtforshort15 @saltedlays @importantnightwerewolf @lene-loki

That's basically everything I have for my birthday sleepover, feel free to submit requests and games! Thank you for coming to my sleepover tonight! <3

[raainberry]

Keep It Down

« silly series - 1 »

Yeji x gn!reader

Fluff

synopsis - you’ve been dating Yeji for a few weeks and spend most of your time together sneaking around in her dorm.

wordcount - 1.2K

T/W - mention of food

A/N - back in my yeji era✨ (its 24/7)

“That looks so delicious.”

“Oh my—“ Yeji jumped, startled out of her mind, heart racing as she sat up to look at you.

Giving your girlfriend a heart attack wasn’t something you expected to do today, especially not this way. All you wanted was to give your opinion on the food that appeared on her screen as she mindlessly scrolled.

She was sitting in between your legs with her back resting against your chest for the past hour or so. She liked cuddling this way. Your arms wrapped securely around her waist, soft kisses on the top of her head as she brushes her fingers against the back of your hands… There‘s something so wonderfully lazy about it all, a kind of comfort you could only find with each other.

You spent every day counting down the hours until you could sneak into her dorm and have her in your arms again.

“You scared me so bad, I thought you were asleep!” She whined, landing a playful slap on your thigh.

It was adorable, you could only laugh at her reaction, struggling to keep it down as it was getting pretty late and you weren’t alone in this dorm.

“You’re gonna wake up the girls.” She shushed, covering your giggles with her hand over your mouth, only for you to mumble something into it.

“What?” She whispered, furrowing her eyebrows.

You sighed through your nose, and looked into her eyes for a while to show her you’d calmed down. It should have been enough for her to remove her hand, but for some reason she didn’t.

Instead she focused on the door, her body as still as ever as she tried to make out any sign of the girls outside her bedroom.

You were patient for about six seconds. Then you bit her finger in order for her to let go of your mouth.

Freedom tasted wonderful to your lips, but actions had consequences, and she let out a yelp in surprise.

“Shhh!”

Yeji scoffed at the sight of your index on your lips, but she couldn’t do anything about it as the sound of someone knocking on her door resonated in the room.

“Hey, are you okay in there?” Yuna’s chuckle reached you from the other side.

Yeji’s eyes threw you a glare in which you could very clearly make out the words “see what you did?” before she turned to the door.

“Yeah, I’m fine. I’m just— I just bumped into my desk, don’t worry.” She said, trying to sound as natural as possible.

You made a face at the weak excuse, and got ready to bolt under the bed as soon as you heard it. Thankfully, though, Yuna seemed to have bought it and left just as quick as she had come. Their day’s schedule must have been too tiring for her to look further. Or she just didn’t care at all.

Either way was great to you.

Yeji sighed in relief, letting herself fall back against the mattress.

“Apparently they’re already awake.” You whispered, making her glare at you once more.

“Why are you looking at me like that, you were so much more loud than I was.” You argued.

“And who’s fault is that?” She spat back, brushing a hand in her hair as if to soothe herself.

“Why are you awake anyway?”

“Because I woke up.” You answered, earning one of her stuffed animals in the face.

“You fell asleep like twenty minutes ago, I heard you snoring.” She teased as you grabbed the stuffed animal from your lap.

It was a small axolotl you’d won for her after having spent half an hour fighting with a claw machine a couple months ago. You lost a lot of money that day, and she scolded you for it, but you couldn’t be happier.

As much as she said she didn’t care whether you won it or not, that smile on her face said otherwise. She probably really didn’t care, but seeing her happy mattered to you. It was worth it. (losing two days’ worth of pay).

“It was a power nap.” You smiled, hovering her to place a kiss on her cheek. She looked too cute, you couldn’t help but be drawn to her.

“It’s almost one in the morning.”

You frowned at her words and burried your face in her neck. That meant you had to leave soon.

“Why did you say it, now I’m gonna have to leave.” You whined.

If she hadn’t maybe you could have stayed a little longer, acting as though you hadn’t seen the time pass.

“I mean… Yuna is still up…” She mumbled, and her words were interesting enough to get you to lift your head up and see what she had in mind.

“It might be a little too risky for you to escape by then.”

“I like the way you think.” You smiled.

“Stay a little more?” She pouted as if you hadn’t made up your mind as soon as she’d mentioned Yuna not being asleep.

“I guess I can stay the night, yeah.” You joked, making her roll her eyes.

Staying the night was impossible, no matter how much you wanted to. Too many risks.

“2 am?” She proposed, and you nodded, taking out your phone. “What are you doing?”

“I’m setting an alarm.” You said, focusing on putting the right time into the app.

“Are you serious? You’re gonna sleep the whole time?”

“Who said anything about sleeping?” You smirked, putting your phone away to focus on her again.

Her cheeks heated up, and she tried to cover it up by bringing her sleeved hands up to the reddened skin.

“I saw that.” You teased with a grin showing her just how much the sight amused you.

“No, you didn’t.”

You snickered before pecking her lips a couple times, which only really worsened things for her.

“You’re very cute.” You smiled innocently, but she just stared at you in return.

“We’re not making out, I don’t feel like explaining what mom and dad were doing when we get caught.” She said, pushing you away from her so you laughed as you rolled onto your back to lay next to her.

“Fine. What do you want to do then?” You asked, grabbing her hand in yours to play with.

She didn’t say anything. Instead of answering your question with words, she simply used her body, and turned on her side in order to cuddle into yours.

“Seriously?” You asked as she pulled you close with her free arm.

You looked down at her and her eyes were already closed. She had a soft smile taunting you as she snuggled even closer to you, putting a leg over yours.

“I’m sorry, laying down just made me sleepy. We had a busy day.” She mumbled against your shoulder. “Just think of it as one more big hug before you leave.”

You could feel your heart melting. Her small, tired voice along with her words filled your whole body with a warmth that barely left your brain working enough to let you smile.

You weren’t mad, you could never be mad at her for that. She worked so hard every day, you wondered how she even had the strength to stay up and talk to you until late like this so often. The least you could do was lend her your shoulder to rest on.

Late nights and sneaking around in her dorm was one of the few ways you two could love each other. A bunch of boring corporate and industry rules got in the way, but a few weeks ago, you’d both decided it would take much more to keep you apart from each other, and so far… It worked pretty well.

The two of you had your own little routine down by now, you helped each other unwind and relax before taking on the next day with a head and heart filled with enough of the other’s love to keep you going until the next.

You softly pressed your lips against her forehead, leaving a kiss that left her unable to do anything else but smile.

“Goodnight, Yeji.” You said, figuring you’d let her sleep in your arms until you left. “Hopefully you dream of me.”

A lazy chuckle escaped her lips. It felt so sweet being able to make her laugh while half asleep, it contrasted well with the unfiltered words her state caused.

“I’ve seen enough for today.”

[viiviidlights]

What if my stupid freaks had chapter 7 dreams (pt. 1: Yuna)

A drabble inspired by a rp prompt one of my mutuals (@nrcsfavoriteshrimps [sorry for the tag, wanted to credit you as inspiration for the idea tho sjgfjhfjh]) did with one of their ocs a little while back that. then led to me wondering what my own OCs chapter 7 dreams would be like.

I... don't entirely know if there are any content warnings to be aware of, BUT there are around 3,200 words here so... yeah I guess? Um... have fun? I will apologize for the formatting being kind of jank here though just bc it wasn't pasting right from Obsidian... Might upload this somewhere later instead to make it a little easier to read if that would help?

Tags to those who might be interested (please tell me if you don't want to be tagged, though! or tell me if you DO wanna be tagged actually?): @venaue @pangirlpanic @creatorbiaze @nrc-ramshackle-prefect umumum i dont know anyone else but have fun if you want.

Yuna felt… oddly warm when she woke up. It was funny, wasn't it? She was always nestled snugly in such comfortable blankets, and nothing was ever too cold or too warm.

She sat up in her bed, looking around. Nothing was… any different, really. She was in the same old room, with the same old pink wallpaper and beige carpet flooring; the same old window that she only ever opened when talking down to her visiting friends or calling down to her dad while he worked in the garden; the same old shrimp plush her friends had gotten her for her birthday - she knew they worked hard to get it, and it was a treasured possession of hers.

Yuna rolled herself out of bed and quickly changed into something more appropriate for the day: A simple hoodie she had stolen from a friend and a pair of shorts. She grabbed her phone and checked through her texts as she moved to her mirror to check her hair and prep her makeup.

The messages were mostly nothing of note. Wilomena had messaged her to remind her about a quiz they had in one class, Ace and Deuce had sent a comment about the homework for another. Other messages about club tasks or preparing for the student newspaper. Nothing was too out of the ordinary, at least, until she noted a message from an anonymous sender:

?:'Hello? Is this Yuna?'

She tilted her head in confusion, setting down her eyeshadow brush to respond.

Y:'Maybe it is. But who is this?'

She didn't expect to get any sort of response in return, so she was mildly surprised when the answer to her question popped up almost immediately.

?:'A friend of yours. I hesitate to tell you too much right now, but just know that something is very wrong with what you're currently experiencing.'

She laughed and rolled her eyes. This was probably just some scammer trying to psyche her out and get her to hand over her credit card info or something. How could anything be wrong with her day when it's only just begun? She set her phone down and decided she was just going to finish her makeup.

When she finally left her room to greet her parents, she looked around. Sure enough, nothing was wrong. Her parents both sat at the kitchen counter, laughing and bantering with one another when Yuna walked up to join them. "Morning, dear,"Her mother smiled warmly."Did you sleep alright last night?" Yuna nodded. "Yeah… but I can't help but feel like I woke up from the strangest dream… I was sent to some other world, y'know? And it was wild, 'cause some of the guys from school were there, too! But it was just me and them. And also some kinda strange version of one of their cats…" Yuna mused, before continuing to recount the strange tale she believed herself to have dreamt up.

After she finished telling her story, her father chuckled and ruffled her hair. "That really does sound like a weird story, Yu," He said, nodding his head. "But I promise you that your mom and I are tight as ever! And there are no scary monsters that are gonna grab you in the night, either." Yuna groaned as her father messed with her hair, but otherwise made no attempts to stop the act. "I appreciate that, dad," She said with a grin."But… I can't deny that being able to cast spells of all sorts would be super exciting." "You've got me there," He laughed, and Yuna felt contented.

"Anyways, why don't you get something to eat before you head out. Can't be a star scholar on an empty stomach, haha!" When she finished her breakfast, Yuna rushed to grab her bag and gave a kiss to each of her parents. "Alright, guys. I'm off!" She said, waving goodbye as she hurried out the door.

It was nice, this life. It was how things had always been. And her odd dream was only that: a dream. Her life was perfect. This was perfect. So imagine how surprised Yuna was when she came face to face with the snarky furball from her dream, especially when he was practically begging her to go with him.

~~~~~

"I'm… definitely hallucinating this right now, aren't I?" Yuna murmured, staring down at the grey beast that appeared to have fire coming out of his ears. "No you're not! I'm tellin' ya that I'm the real deal and that you're my hardworking henchman! And you've gotta snap out of whatever this is now! There's somethin' seriously wrong, here!" The frantic feline protested, chasing after Yuna as she tried to continue walking to school.

"Nope. I'm definitely imagining things. Cats don't talk, they meow. And you're a talking cat. So either I'm going insane, or someone is playing an incredibly elaborate prank on me" The creature huffed, jumping so that he could grab ahold of Yuna's leg. "I ain't a cat! You should know that better than anyone, Yu," He whined. "And this ain't a prank! Yuna, you're actin' all weird. You're tellin' me that you seriously don't remember me?!? The Great Grim? Or our crazy adventures? Or that weird party in Diasomnia?" Yuna stopped walking and sighed. "I don't. I'm sorry, but the only Grim I know is a cat that belongs to one of my friends," She said, leaning down to pat the creature, who looked hurt by her words. "I really think I'd know if I knew of something as absurd as this…"

Grim looked up at her with wide blue eyes that resembled the fires that flickered from his ears. It made Yuna feel horrible, seeing him like that. He looked like a small child threatening to burst into sobs at any moment. Yuna knelt down to the ground and pulled her bag from her shoulders, rummaging through it to find something- anything- to keep him from crying. Eventually, she settled on a small can of… tuna? She looked at the can, perplexed, as she handed it over. How did such an odd thing end up in her bag? "Gh-!"She exclaimed, clutching her head as a strange pain shot through her body, and the world around her seemed to fizzle for a moment. "Henchman! Are you alright?" Grim asked, seeming to forego his sadness for but a moment. "Wh-what the…" Yuna murmured, as the world began to settle once again, as perfect and idyllic as always. "What was that…?"

Grim huffed and lightly bopped Yuna on the head.

"Don't scare me like that, Henchman! I was worried somethin' was gonna happen to you for a moment," He grumbled, and Yuna pushed herself up as he did so. "Told you somethin' was sketchy!" Yuna shook her head and handed the can of tuna down to Grim before grabbing her bag and slinging it back over her shoulder.

"I'm fine," she said, simply. "But I'm also telling you that I think you're getting a bit worked up over nothing…But if you insist on following me around, all I ask is that you keep hidden. I don't wanna get in trouble for bringing a cat to school."

She felt a buzz and looked down at her phone, which showed another message from her mysterious benefactor.

?:'Do you believe me, now?'

Yuna felt like she was going to throw up. Something creepy was going on here, that much was for certain, but it was nothing magical or bizarre or life-threatening like it was in her dream, right? Right? She took a deep breath, trying to collect herself.

Everything was fine. Her dream from last night was only a dream; she was only imagining the strange, fiery talking cat before her; the strange texts were only a stranger with the wrong number… All she had to do was make it through the day, go home, and go to bed again and it would all be fine.

~~~~~

Except it wasn't fine, was it? That much was obvious when her friend Minerva had approached her and said something utterly out of character.

"I've decided to not go through with my 'exchange trip' anymore!" The blonde girl said eagerly.

Yuna was utterly perplexed by the exclamation.

"But... Min? You were like... super looking forward to that. You said it was like 'going to a home away from home, a total dream'. Why would you give up such a fantastic opportunity?"

Minerva just laughed and twirled a strand of her blonde hair. "Because, silly! That way I can still stay with you and Wilomena. I couldn't possibly leave behind my two besties ever!"

Yuna cocked her head to the side, trying to understand why on Earth Minerva would give something up like that. It wasn't like that girl to surrender a chance to do something grand like this so easily, was it? She hissed as another burst of pain shot through her head and the world began flickering around her. She swore she saw the cat about to jump out to assist her, but suddenly she was greeted by Minerva's startlingly green eyes.

"Nana? Are you alright?" Minerva asked, extending a smooth and slender hand towards her friend.

Yuna blinked slowly, trying to readjust to the world, which had stopped shaking when she took Minerva's hand.

"Y-yeah..." Yuna replied. "I think so... I've just been having a really weird day, is all."

Minerva seemed to frown, her expression darkening for a brief moment as she glanced behind Yuna, who grew worried that perhaps her friend had seen the strange cat. She doubted Min would report her, of course, but it was still concerning nevertheless... As soon as Minerva's expression had fallen, it almost immediately returned to its typical cheeriness.

"Maybe you're sick? You should go to the nurse, just in case..." She said, placing a hand to Yuna's forehead.

Yuna gently removed her friend's hand from her face. "I'll be fine, Min. If something else happens, though, you'll be the first person to know when I've gone to the nurse, okay?"

Minerva seemed to relax at Yuna's response, and sighed, though the concern in her eyes was still strong.

"Alright, Yuna. But tell me *immediately* if something else happens, okay?" Minerva said, smiling as she turned away. "I've gotta go to class now, but I'll catch you later, okie doke?" Yuna nodded and watched as Minerva bounded off. She could've sworn, though, that there was a nasty, green gaze with a darkness growing behind it shot in the direction of where Grim had been hiding.

Speaking of, the odd cat poked his head out of the small gap in the wall that served as his hiding space for the duration of the discussion.

"Geez Louise, that friend of yours is scary, Yu! What was her deal, glaring in my direction like I was somehow doin' something to ya?"

Yuna shrugged. "I'm not really sure... she's usually a bit more... I don't know. Ditzy? Friendly? Chipper? I don't think she'd report me if she saw you, but then again, everything has been off today, so I can't even promise that."

Yuna ran a hand through her hair anxiously, which caused her glasses to go crooked. "I mean... she was TOTALLY looking forward to that trip! She said it was a once in a lifetime opportunity! Sure, she loves me and Mena, but she would NEVER have given it up, even for us!?"

She began to pace the hallway, biting her thumb as she did so. Ordinarily, she would have gotten odd looks or snide remarks sent her way if she was spotted doing such a thing or-

No, that's not right... here, she was generally well-liked by her peers. She had a status similar to that of Minerva or Wilomena, and while they were prettier and smarter than she was, Yuna was the one who people would call if they needed advice or a helping hand.

She suddenly stopped moving, which seemed to startle Grim, who had begun pacing behind her. "Oof-! Hey, Henchman, what was that for?!"

"Something is SERIOUSLY wrong here." Yuna replied immediately, her eyes wide.

"That's what I've been trying to *tell* you!?"

"Yeah, but I don't know WHAT is wrong!" She cried out, her hands flailing about as she spoke. "It started with a weird dream and then I ran into you and that weird person that keeps texting me and then Minerva was totally weird and- and... and it's almost like... like..."

"A dream?" Grim asked curiously, wanting to know more about the start of Yuna's day. However, there seemed to be a misunderstanding, as the question only seved to cause Yuna to begin muttering to herself.

"My God, yes! EXACTLY! I- I knew that..." She stopped suddenly, voice and eyes distant, like they were staring at something beyond the school doors and walls. "Everything was...perfect. Too perfect."

Her phone buzzed again. The strange messenger was back at it again.

?: 'Yuna. I know you're afraid. But you can't let yourself be tricked.' ?: 'Meet me on the roof after school. I'll explain everything then.'

Yuna sighed, typing up a response to the stranger.

Y: 'You better... This is weird as hell and I want answers. ?: 'Don't worry. You'll understand everything soon enough. I promise'

Yuna turned off her phone and put it in her pocket. She just needed to get to the end of the day, and then everything would be fine.

~~~~~

Yuna hesitantly put her hand to the door to the roof. Grim stood worriedly beside her as she pondered what she was about to witness. Faint groans and cries of outrage could be heard getting ever closer to the two of them.

"Oi… Henchman, are you gonna open the door or what?! We've got a problem on our paws now and it ain't like we're gonna solve it any by standing around here." He complained, but Yuna simply huffed.

"It's not that easy, Grim," She explained. "What if I open up this door and the person behind it wants to kill me? What about if they're one of those- those weird shadowy things?! With the day we've been having, I don't wanna risk it…"

She stared blankly at the ground for a moment, recounting the rest of her day as it had gone thus far.

First of all, her parents were still together and happy… That was fine, though. It wasn't like that set any alarm bells off in her brain…But what if it did? … No, she couldn't think about it like that. That was one of the few parts of her day so far that wasn't off in some capacity.

Next, there was the matter of Grim. The only Grim that she knew of was the cat that tagged along whenever she went to visit Ace's house. And yet? Here this odd monster was, claiming to be Grim and calling her his 'Henchman' and insisting that she was the one being odd! Not to even mention the blue flames constantly flickering from his ears and the fire that he would spit at the most minor inconveniences.

After that, there was her encounter with Minerva, which was already out of character on its own. But even after they had split, Yuna couldn't help but feel like she was being watched at nearly every opportunity after that, even when she knew for a fact Minerva shouldn't have been around.

Oh, and had she mentioned the fact that, currently, she was being pursued by a mob of angry shadow creatures that eagerly stalked the main floors of her high school, waiting for her to return to them?

It had started when she had met up with Wilomena to chat as they walked to class together. Yuna had mentioned something offhandedly about how Minerva was acting oddly out of character, when Wilomena seemed to respond as though nothing was odd about the situation at all!

~~~~~

"What do you mean you don't think this is odd for her? You were with me when she got that letter about the program? You saw how excited she was for that!"

"Well… maybe she just decided that she just wanted to stay with us as friends forever…!"

"But Mena. Even if she left, we still could've stayed friends! It just would've been harder to communicate with her is all…"

"Yuna… aren't you happy about this, though?"

Yuna's face twisted in confusion. "What do you mean 'Am I happy about this'? I wanted her to go on that trip…I wanted her to put her happiness first, not my own…" Wilomena frowned, her eyes containing something that Yuna could not recognize within her friend.

"Yuna… this is your happiest world, though…" Wilomena said, her voice almost… was it disappointed? "But this doesn't make you happy?"

Yuna was about to go off and say 'well, of course this doesn't make me happy, because I'd rather have my friends be happy first and foremost before I'm happy', which wasn't entirely truthful, but even before she could say anything, Wilomena's face shifted.

"What can we do to fix this…Perhaps we should try something else to make you happy, then?" Yuna's friend spoke, before Wilomena's visage began to melt away into something terrifyingly... familiar.

The mass of darkness that had been where Wilomena was just standing reached out to Yuna, who began to sprint away as fast as she could, picking up Grim and carrying him with her as the world began to shake and shift around her once again.

Before the direbeast could complain about the arrangement, though, Yuna's movements were made even more urgent by the fact that, now, everyone and everything around her was turning into dark masses, begging her to tell them what would make her most happy.

~~~~~

And so, here Yuna stood at the door to the roof, trying to determine if she should just accept her fate here or if she should risk it and try to find the stranger from her phone.

Suddenly, though, the sounds of fighting could be heard, the shadowy creatures wrestling with an unknown force.

On an instinct that Yuna couldn't pin down at the moment, she threw the door open, Grim prepped to attack right behind her and-

"Ah. Perfect timing, Prefect and… ah, looks like you have Grim with you as well," An unfamiliar boy (wearing… wait, was that a military uniform?!?) said, sheathing a sword. Silvery hair hung over his eyes, which were a stunning shade of… blue? Pink? Yuna couldn't be certain, but what she could tell was that the boy was incredibly elegant. "I know I promised an explanation, but it seems like we need to leave now rather than later…"

Yuna blinked slowly, trying to process the entire situation, but Grim pushed on her legs, trying to get her to move.

"We don't got time to think about things right now, Henchman! Prettyboy over there is right! We've gotta skedaddle before this gets even worse…"

Yuna was about to argue, when she noticed that the groans of the shadow monsters were approaching nearer.

"Oh, fuck this…" She grumbled, shaking her head. "Where's a baseball bat when you need one…?"

[night-raven-miscellany]

✨pre ob drabble

What it says on the tin. Note that I actually wrote this before doing my open thread so... Erm... ???? Idk. Have fun tho! I'm going to prep to have asks sent by this weekend hehehe

Casimir had been on his way back to Diasomnia from class, but not before searching for someone to help him study for an exam later in the week. That was when he caught a glimpse of a familiar prefect in the distance, and he quickly hurried over.

“Ah, my dearest vassal, Yuna! It’s good to see you this evening,” Casimir began, but Yuna didn’t seem to acknowledge him. “I was wondering if-“

“Huh? Did you say something?” Yuna asked monotonously. Her eyes seemed more distant than usual, and she generally just seemed more absent than usual.

“Oh! W-well, I was wondering if you’d be willing to join me in the task of-“

“Yeah, yeah, sure,” Yuna said. “Just give me a date and time and I’ll be there.”

“But I never even-”

“I’ll be there,” Yuna said, her voice sharp. It sent shivers down Casimir’s spine. “Don’t worry about it.”

Casimir was concerned. He knew Yuna could be a bit standoffish at times, yes, but she was never usually this cold. Not to him, not to anyone.

But recently she had been acting off. This was only one instance of many that he could count as of late. He had noticed how Yuna was beginning to push people away, not just him, but the other first years, as well as her own companions within the Ramshackle dorm: Grim, the Ghosts, and the other student residents who had found themselves there as of late. It was worrying, to say the least.

“Yuna,” Casimir spoke, his voice losing its typical bravado. He was going to let down his guard in an attempt to hopefully coax whatever it was that was troubling Yuna out of her. “You’ve been acting… strange… recently. It’s… making everyone worried… are you okay?”

The sudden question seemed to temporarily snap Yuna from whatever stupor she was in, and she blinked slowly.

“Am I… sorry. I’ve just been dwelling on some things recently and it’s just been… really draining, is all...”

That answer didn’t satisfy Casimir, and he figured that maybe he would try to probe her a bit more.

“Well… why don’t you share with me? We’re friends after all, right?”

Whatever he had just said seemed to be the wrong move. Yuna’s gaze hardened again and she scoffed.

“Friends… hah. I’ve been thinking a lot about that word recently. What does it even mean anymore? Hell, what does any of this mean anymore?”

The gleam in her eye was terrifying. Casimir had never seen anything like it. It was sharp, fierce, hateful. If there really was such a thing as an ‘evil eye’, Casimir was certain that it would look exactly like the look in his friend’s eyes.

“Yuna…” Casimir started, but was quickly cut off by a quick hand in front of his face.

“Don’t.”

Casimir frowned, his wings drooping behind him as he bit his lip. Instead of going to finish his thought, he simply remained silent, watching Yuna as she walked off towards the Ramshackle dorm, like an empty shell of her former self.

He would have to consult someone… anyone. He needed advice, and fast.

------

Friendship. Yuna thought. Why does that even matter anymore? No one here cares about such a thing, and the one who I thought cared about it turned out to be lying to my face my entire life.

She couldn’t explain it, but she felt a deep feeling of betrayal welling up from within her. Minerva has shown up at her door out of nowhere after sending her countless cryptic letters and all but admitting to being the reason she was trapped in this world in the first place.

She felt as though she wasn’t allowed to share her own struggles with anyone, either. After all, all she had done since coming to NRC was fix other people’s problems. She didn’t have time to focus on her own, and no one else did, either. Any time she did, something would happen that would just add to her stress. That, or no one would notice something was off in the first place. It had been weeks since Yuna had started covering her hands and arms to mask the strange, dark markings spreading across her skin, and still no one had mentioned a thing about it.

Sure, Casimir had asked her if she was alright, but he probably had ulterior motives. They typically always do, She reasoned. It never comes from a place of genuine concern.

But even if he didn’t have any sort of ulterior motive, it didn’t matter. Clearly he hadn’t noticed anything else other than her outward demeanor changing. He didn’t really care if something was wrong.

When she returned to her dorm, she did not acknowledge the ghosts attempting to greet her, nor did she acknowledge Grim’s requests for her to slow her pace as he dashed behind her.

Instead, she simply opened the door to the Ramshackle basement and went downstairs, closing and locking the door behind her. F

There was only really one thing she could do about her problems at this point.

She needed to be alone again.

[simpforchuchu]

Back to you | TsuShibaRoki (part2)

Prompts: DAY 1 - helpless @febuwhump Characters:Tsuji x Shibaman x Todoroki Fandom: High and Low Summary: Todoroki is finding out his precious “friends” got hurt because of him.

A/n for prompts: Hello guys! This is my first time trying a prompt challenge. I hope you like the short fics I wrote. I will finish them by writing some of the requests I have. I love you 💜

Sorry for the grammer or spelling mistakes.English is not my main language so...

Thank you and love you 🥰

Warnings: mention of fights and injuries, panic attacks, mention of violence

Part1

The young boy could feel his heart aching. Fear ? He couldn't remember the last time he was afraid. Despair ? He hated this feeling of helplessness.

He felt helpless, just like when he was a child. But he thought he left little Todoroki behind. Why was he feeling the way he did now?

That day started as usual. He told Tsuji and Shibaman that he was going to the lake to fish. It must have been a calm and quiet day. But it wasn’t.

When he realized that someone was following him, he gathered his belongings and silently attacked those who were looking for him. He thought it was an ordinary day, an ordinary fight, but it was not like that. His eyes widened in fear when one of Ebara students mentioned Tsuji and Shibaman.

He walked away, he didn't know how many times he called the two numbers on his phone. When he realized that his other friends did not answer either, he realized that something very bad had happened.

He didn't even know where to go. He was running towards Oya High School. His heart was beating so fast he thought he was going to faint.

For the first time in years, Todoroki felt helpless. He knew that Ebara high school attacked them because of him. But Tsuji and Shibaman were strong, they should be fine. Right?

When he was halfway there, he felt his phone vibrating in his pocket. He stopped and tried to catch his breath, he looked at his phone screen and answered the phone when he saw Shibaman's name.

“Shiba! Are you okay ?"

Shibaman wasn't sure if he'd ever heard him in such a worried tone before. When he remained silent for a few seconds due to his surprise, Todoroki called out again in fear.

“Shiba!”

“I guess I can't say we're okay, but we're alive.”

Todoroki couldn't find a single word to say. What should he say? He should have told them that he was worried about them, that he was afraid. He should have told them that he cared about them, that he loved them contrary to what they thought. But why didn't those words come out of his mouth?

“How about you ? Are you okay Todoroki?” asked Shiba again.

"Where are you ?" was the only thing Todoroki could say. “Tell me where you are, I'll be right there .”

When Shibaman said they were going to the hospital and Tsuji didn't look well, Todoroki just said he would come right away. But when he hung up the phone, he felt like he couldn't breathe.

They were injured because of him. They were taken to hospital. His “best friends” were suffering because of him. And how was Tsuji?

He held his heart and put his phone in his pocket. He looked around for a taxi and got into the first one he saw. He couldn't believe his eyes were filled with tears on the short ride to the hospital. He didn't know how long he had cared about them this much, but he was going to make those who did this pay.

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Swan Song, part four

Parts one | two | three | four | five | six | seven (final)

Pairing: Koo Junhoe x Reader (f)

Genres: Writer AU / Drama, Romance, Childhood best friends, Junhoe is a former idol, Friends to lovers  

Count: 4060

Warnings: None  

Synopsis: After an unexpected encounter with your childhood best friend Junhoe, years after drifting apart, your rekindled friendship blooms anew. However, life takes a turn when he asks you to pen an article for his upcoming wedding. As you become entangled in his personal life, your old feelings of love for him begin resurfacing and the concealed secret behind his decision to abandon his idol career is soon to be unveiled by you.  

The sharp ringing of your phone jolted you awake, sending a painful throb through your skull. Groaning, you blindly reached for your phone on the bedside table, squinting at the screen before answering.

“Hey noona, we’re on our way to pick you up.” Yoshi’s voice came through the speaker, far too energetic for your pounding headache.

It took you a second to process his words before it hit you—today was Junhoe and Yuna’s scheduled interview.

Your eyes widened. “What time is it?” You asked, voice still groggy.

“Uh… 12.” Yoshi answered.

“Shit.” You muttered under your breath, jolting upright. The interview was at 1 PM at Junhoe’s place.

“Are you okay?” Yoshi asked, but you barely heard him.

“Yeah, yeah. Gotta go!” You cut in abruptly, ending the call as you scrambled out of bed.

Moving fast, you brushed your teeth and washed your face before downing some ibuprofen with a gulp of water. Your mind raced as you tore through your closet, settling on dark-wash jeans, a fitted white top, and a brown jacket.

Makeup would have to wait. You could do it in the car.

As you brushed your hair, you realize you’ve skipped breakfast, and with the way this day was going, you probably wouldn’t have time for lunch either. You rushed to the fridge, grabbed an apple, and tossed it into your bag—at the very least, it would keep your empty stomach from growling. 

Spritzing on some perfume, you stuffed your iPad and phone into your bag. You spotted your shoes by the door, slipping them on hurriedly as you rushed out of your apartment.

By the time you reached downstairs, the company car had already arrived—and you were five minutes late.

“So sorry, guys.” You said breathlessly as you slid into the passenger seat, still catching your breath.

Yoshi, who was behind the wheel, waited for you to buckle your seatbelt before pulling the car back onto the road.

“I got you coffee.” Yoshi said, gesturing toward the center console, where a cup sat beside you.

Your eyes widened in gratitude as you spotted the cup sitting beside you. “Oh my gosh, Yoshi, you’re a lifesaver.”

“My pleasure noona!” Yoshi responded gleefully. 

“I swear, I’ll personally put in a word to Yeri so they make you a regular employee.” You teased.

Yoshi laughed at that. “I appreciate the endorsement.”

“Can you give me a minute?” You asked, rummaging through your bag for your makeup kit. Yoshi glanced at you with an amused smile. He didn’t say it out loud, but you could tell he knew that you had definitely woke up late.

Still, he reassured you. “Don’t worry Noona. According to GPS, we’ll actually be there five minutes early.”

Relieved, you sighed before you started dabbing on some powder and blush to your face. Your mind drifting to last night. You regretted drinking too much and staying up late, talking to Hanbin and the guys. Ever since Jiwon and Donghyuk moved to the States, you’ve been catching up with them often over FaceTime. It started as a casual catch-up, just goofing around. Until everyone decided to turn it into a virtual drinking session. Everyone talked about what they had been up to, laughing and sharing stories, until the conversation inevitably turned to Junhoe’s upcoming wedding. 

You vaguely remembered mentioning that today was the interview, but beyond that, everything blurred. Alcohol and exhaustion had eventually won, and you passed out before the call even ended. Now, in the light of day, an uneasy thought nagged at you—had you let anything slip about your true feelings for Junhoe?

You pushed the thought away. Overthinking wouldn’t help. Besides, if you had slipped, you knew the guys would have your back. They always did.

You finished your makeup with a swipe of lipstick and a coat of mascara on your lashes before drawing your attention to the backseat, where Yoshi introduced the rest of the team for today’s interview.

“That’s Hongjoong, our photographer, and his assistant, Ryujin.”

You exchanged quick greetings with them by saying, “Yeah I know them, good afternoon guys.”

Yoshi felt a bit silly, upon learning that you had probably worked with them before. Unlike him, who was still new to the magazine. “My bad, guys. I’m still the new one here.” He admitted with a sheepish smile. The three of you chuckled at his remark.

You returned to your bag, to pullout your iPad and slipped on your glasses. As the car moved smoothly down the road, you went over the list of interview questions you had prepared for Junhoe and Yuna, scanning them one last time to make sure everything was in order. Once satisfied, you looked up at the team. 

“When we get there, I’ll need you two to prepare the lights and camera in the living room while Yoshi and I coordinate with the couple. We’ll confirm where they’d prefer to do the interview before finalizing the setup.”

Hongjoong and Ryujin nodded in agreement, and with everything now in place, you allowed yourself to take a deep breath. The day was just getting started.

You and the team arrived at Junhoe’s place five minutes ahead of schedule, just as the GPS had predicted. Yoshi parked the car along the sidewalk, right beside Junhoe’s house. From your seat, you could see that it was concealed behind a tall, solid fence. Its thick panels offering no glimpse of what lay beyond. A sleek, heavy gate stood at the entrance, adding to the mystery of what the place had become over the years. From the outside, there was no telling if it was still the same house you remembered. The one where you and the boys spent countless of sleepovers with. 

You were glad the Koo family never sold it, even after Junhoe’s parents and his sister Yejin moved to Japan permanently. Given Junhoe’s success, you had no doubt he had transformed it into something grander. The simple home from your childhood was likely long gone, replaced with something more refined. More fitting for the person he had become. Now, it was probably a vacation home, a retreat from the noise of the city.

You told Hongjoong and Ryujin to wait in the car since you wanted to inform the couple of the team’s arrival first. Stepping out with Yoshi, a cool breeze brushed against your face. You couldn’t help but absorb the nostalgic street where you had once lived. Back then life was simpler. You and the boys would ran through this neighborhood without a care. But time and adulthood had a way of scattering people. You all went your separate ways—to different cities, different countries. What once felt like forever had become a distant memory. 

Setting aside your reminiscing, you went back to the present where you were tasked with interviewing Junhoe and Yuna today. Along with Yoshi, you made your way to the gate to ring the doorbell. The chime echoing beyond the tall fence. You both waited, exchanging a quick glance when no one immediately answered. Frowning, you reached into your bag and pulled out your phone, quickly typing a message to Junhoe. We’re here. Waiting outside. You stared at the screen, waiting for the typing bubble to appear, but there was nothing. Yoshi pressed the doorbell again, this time holding it a second longer. The silence stretched just enough to make you both uneasy. Just as you were about to say something, the gate suddenly swung open, making you take a small step back in surprise.

It was Junhoe on the other side, in a long-sleeved cashmere sweater and white pajama pants. However, you easily noticed that something about him was different. His dark hair was a tousled mess, as if he had just rolled out of bed. His face was blank, withdrawn, almost as if he were staring at strangers.

“Who are you?” He asked, his voice filled with confusion.

You stared at Junhoe, completely at a loss for words. Was he joking? What is going on?

Before you could even process it, Yoshi, who seemed oblivious to the odd tension in the air, spoke up with his usual professionalism. “Good afternoon, sir. We’re from Exurb Nouveau. We’re here for the interview?”

Junhoe’s lips pressed into a deep frown, his forehead creasing with visible tension.“Interview?” He repeated, his eyes shifting restlessly, like he was trying to piece something together but couldn’t. His confusion only seemed to grow, and that’s when you started to get worried for him.

“Junhoe, are you okay?” You asked, stepping forward slightly. But he didn’t answer. He didn’t even look at you. It was like he wasn’t fully there, lost in some other world.

A voice suddenly broke through behind him.

“Jun!”

You saw Yuna step into view, clearly fresh from a shower. She was wrapped in a velour bathrobe, her hair twisted up in a towel.

Yuna approached him gently, placing a hand on his arm. “Honey, let’s get you inside, okay?” She murmured. With a brief, strained smile she faced you and Yoshi. “Give us a moment. Please wait here.”

Without another word, she led Junhoe back inside, and the gate shut in front of you.

You and Yoshi stood there in stunned silence, exchanging glances. No words were spoken, but the look you shared said it all.

What the hell just happened?

You swore it took more than five minutes before the gate finally reopened.

This time, Yuna stood there, her damp hair cascading over her shoulders, the towel gone. She looked composed, yet detached, making it hard to read her. “You can come in now.” She said, stepping aside to let you through.

Before moving, you quickly pulled out your phone and texted Hongjoong. There’s a delay with the interview. Just hang tight for a bit.

Sliding your phone back into your bag, you followed Yuna inside with Yoshi. The sound of the gate locking behind you was met with the distant chirping of birds, despite it already being afternoon. Your eyes wandered around, taking in your surroundings. The front yard was beautifully maintained, perhaps even professionally landscaped. A stone pathway led to the house, flanked by neatly trimmed hedges and patches of greenery. The air smelled fresh, carrying a faint mix of pine and earth. The house itself had changed drastically. 

What was once a simple two-story home had expanded into a modern, luxurious space. Sleek glass windows stretched across the front, allowing the afternoon sun to cast warm reflections.

When you reached the entrance, you braced yourself, still rattled by what had occurred earlier. Whatever was going on, you had a feeling this interview wasn’t going to go as planned.

Yuna invited you and Yoshi to take a seat on the couch. Settling in, you scanned the whole space, which was once familiar to you but now entirely foreign.

The house was undeniably beautiful. Spacious and cozy in a way that felt intentional. The floors were polished marble and across the living room on the left, a rich oak staircase led to the second floor, where several doors lined in the center of the house. The tall ceiling embedded with contemporary pendant lights made the space feel even larger. The walls were mostly bare, and only had one framed photo hanging—a picture of the Koo family from Yejin’s wedding. It felt out of place in an otherwise minimally decorated space, like it was the only piece of the past the family had chosen to keep. 

This was no longer the home you remembered from childhood. You also noticed that Junhoe was nowhere in sight.

“Can I get you two something to drink?” Yuna asked, looking between you and Yoshi.

Both of you shook your heads. “No, we’re good. Thank you.” Yoshi replied.

Yuna smirked, as if she’d expected the refusal. Turning away, she simply strolled toward the right side of the house, where the kitchen must have been.

An awkward silence fell over you and Yoshi. Neither of you spoke, but you both felt it. The strange tension lingering in the air, the unanswered questions from earlier still hanging over your heads.

The quiet was soon broken when Yuna returned, a bottle of wine in one hand and a glass in the other. She took the single couch beside where you and Yoshi sat, crossing her legs before pouring herself a drink. She took a slow sip and placed the bottle down on the table. With a light exhale, she finally spoke.

“We have to cancel the interview for today.”

You hesitated for a moment before asking, “Is Junhoe okay?”

Unfazed by your concern, Yuna took another sip of her wine, tilting her head slightly as if weighing her response. Then, with a small shrug, she simply said, “He’s just not feeling well, that’s all.”

Her tone was flat, unbothered.

“We’ll compensate for the effort and resources you spent coming here.” She added, already reaching for the bottle to pour herself more wine.

Yoshi remained quiet beside you, stealing a glimpse your way, but you didn’t meet his eyes. Instead, your gaze stayed fixed on Yuna.

There was something troubling about Yuna’s composure—too calm, too detached, as though this was nothing more than a mild inconvenience. The nonchalance in her demeanor, paired with the fact that she was drinking wine in the middle of the day while her fiancé was supposedly unwell, didn’t sit right with you.

Something was off.

Suddenly, the house felt cold and empty. You couldn’t just take her words at face value and leave. A gnawing feeling dwelled in your gut, unease crawling up your spine.

“I’d like to see him.” You said, your voice firmer than you expected. “Just to make sure he’s okay.”

The conversation came to an unexpected halt as Junhoe descended the stairs. He was still dressed in what were likely his sleeping clothes—the same white pants and cashmere top—unchanged despite the late hour of the day. His disheveled hair, and slightly dazed look made him seem even more out of place.

“Honey, have you seen my composition book?” His voice was casual, like everything was normal. “Also, why can’t I find any of my instruments here?”

Junhoe’s behavior left you perplexed. You could see a trace of determination in his eyes, yet his focus was somewhere far. He never once acknowledged you and Yoshi, as if the two of you were invisible. His entire attention was on Yuna, his tone expectant, like she held all the answers.

Yuna, for her part, remained composed, though you caught the briefest glint of something behind her eyes—something tight, like she was forcing herself to stay calm.

“Jun,” she said softly, “you left them at our home in Seoul, remember?”

Junhoe blinked, confusion clouding his features. “Where are we?”

“We’re at your parents’ house.” Yuna’s voice was patient, but there was an underlying tension beneath her words. “Can you please, for the love of God, take your medicine? It’s in the bathroom, honey.”

Junhoe was silent for a beat, his hand slowly coming up to rub his temple. “Oh, yeah. My meds.” His voice wavered slightly. “Okay. I—I’m going to take them and lie down a bit. I have this headache.”

Without another word, Junhoe headed back up stairs, leaving behind an even heavier silence.

Your heart pounded. Something was very, very wrong.

Yuna let out a soft sigh, swirling the wine in her glass before meeting your gaze.

“As you can see, y/n, he’s sick and can’t talk to you right now.” Her voice was smooth, almost rehearsed. “I’ll let the magazine know if we can reschedule the interview. Maybe during our pre-wedding shoot, I don’t know.” She waved a dismissive hand. “We’re sorry for wasting your time. Please find your way out. Thank you for coming.”

And just like that, it was over.

You and Yoshi had no choice but to comply. Without another word, the two of you stepped out of the house. The air was thick with unspoken questions, but none of them had answers.

Just before reaching the gate, you stopped in your tracks, placing a hand on Yoshi’s shoulder. He spun around, his brows knitting together.

“Can I ask you for a favor?” You said quietly.

Yoshi tilted his head, waiting.

“Please don’t tell anyone what we saw here today.” Your voice was steady, but there was an uneasiness to it you couldn’t hide.

A flicker of understanding passed through his eyes. 

He exhaled, nodding. “I get it.” There was a brief pause, giving the impression that he was holding something back, but he still asked, “You and Junhoe… are you friends?”

“Yeah.” You responded with a faint smile on your lips. “We’ve known each other since we were kids.”

Yoshi’s expression softened, his usual playfulness replaced with something more gentle. “Got it.” He assured you. “This stays between us. We don’t have to talk about today ever again.”

You let out a quiet breath of relief.

The official story would be simple—Junhoe was feeling under the weather, just a mild flu. The couple would inform the magazine when the interview could be rescheduled. That was all anyone else needed to know.

“Thank you, Yoshi.” You uttered, offering him a grateful glance.

As he walked out of the gate, you lingered for a moment, your feet unmoving.

You stared at the house, its pristine facade doing little to mask the loneliness of what’s inside. There was an unshakable sense that it was hiding something, keeping its secrets tucked away behind closed doors.

Still, your thoughts went to him.

Junhoe.

************************************************************************

In the days following the canceled interview, everything seemed to fall back into routine—or at least that’s how it seemed. Yeri and the rest of the team accepted your explanation without question, believing Junhoe was not feeling well that day due to a fever. You and Yoshi acted normal in the office, giving no hint that anything was amiss.

Junhoe hadn’t reached out since that strange day, and despite your deep concern for him, you hadn’t made any attempt to contact him either. You weren’t sure why you were avoiding him—or even Hanbin and the others. Their messages filled the group chat, their missed calls piling up, but you left them unanswered. Part of you knew they were starting to worry, but you couldn’t bring yourself to face them, not when you didn’t have any answers yourself.

Your thoughts kept circling back to that moment—Junhoe looking so disoriented, like he was somewhere else entirely. His confusion, the way he barely acknowledged your presence… it wasn’t something you could easily forget. The memory haunted you, replaying in your mind like a loop, making you question what was really going on in that house. You tried to shake it off, tried to focus on work, but the feeling of unease wouldn’t leave. Something was wrong, and no matter how much you tried to push it aside, you couldn’t ignore it.

And Yuna… she just sat there, drinking. You wondered if she was trying to escape, numbing herself. Her detachment from everything around her was palpable—her indifference toward Junhoe even more so. She seemed fed-up by the situation, her calmness feeling like nothing more than a pretense. Why wasn’t she acting like a woman about to marry the love of her life? No matter how much you told yourself it wasn’t your place to interfere, your heart wouldn’t let it go. Junhoe wasn’t just anyone—he was someone you had known for so long, someone you loved more than just a friend.

Your mind was tangled with unanswered questions. You needed to understand what was really happening with Junhoe—how serious his condition was and what could make him forget you and lose his sense of place. The thought of him going through it alone perturbed you to the core. You knew you had to do something soon, even if you didn’t know where to start. All you could do was hope he’d recover, giving you the chance to talk to him. And when that moment comes, he should tell you the truth—no matter what.

A few days later, Hanbin reached out to you again, saying he was planning to come over with Yunhyeong. You stared at the message for a while before leaving it on read. You weren’t ready to face them yet, not when you still hadn’t figured out how to explain what you saw at Junhoe’s house—or how to make sense of it yourself. But the weekend came, and true to his word, Hanbin showed up at your place around noon along with Yunhyeong.

They didn’t come empty-handed either. They brought your favorite food, probably hoping it would ease whatever you’ve been going through. You appreciated their thoughtfulness. Their company brought you comfort you hadn’t realized you missed, or perhaps something you needed right now. You welcomed them inside, trying to act normal, but it didn’t take long for them to bring up the elephant in the room.

“Okay, what’s going on with you?” Hanbin watched you closely, his tone collected but filled with concern. “You’ve been acting weird. Aloof.”

Yunhyeong, sitting beside him, chimed in, “And don’t say it’s just work. We know it’s not.”

You were speechless. 

“It’s Junhoe, isn’t it?” Hanbin asked. 

You froze, unable to meet their eyes. 

“You know… that night when you got drunk on FaceTime?” Hanbin’s voice was careful, but there was an edge of knowing in it. “You talked about Junhoe.”

Your eyes widened at this, but Yunhyeong only gave you a sympathetic smile, a sign that he understood you.

“I’ve always known.” Hanbin added. “But the guys… they’ve known for a long time too.”

You didn’t know how to respond to that. 

“Yeah.” Yunhyeong nodded. “It was obvious… you always kept tabs on Junhoe.”

He paused, giving you a thoughtful look. 

“We all admired that about you… how you kept your distance, even when it must’ve been hard, considering how close you two were. You had plenty of chances to see him at a meet-and-greet, but you never took them.”

A pang stirred in your chest at Yunhyeong’s words. You never had the courage to tell Junhoe how you truly felt. There were countless moments where you could have, fleeting chances where the words hovered at the tip of your tongue, but fear held you back. Sometimes, you wondered what might have happened if you had been honest from the start—if you had told him that you loved him before everything changed. But none of that mattered now. Junhoe had moved on, and you had long decided that your friendship with him was more important than risking it all for feelings that might not have been returned.

Yet, despite putting those emotions aside, something heavier weighed on you now. It wasn’t just your feelings for him that continued to bother you—it was the state of his mind that you had witnessed at his house. You couldn’t bring yourself to tell Hanbin and Yunhyeong, not now. Whatever was going on with Junhoe, you needed to hear it from him first.

“It really is because of work, I’ve just been… busy.” That was all you managed to say. “I’m trying to move on from him too. Don’t worry I’ll be fine.” The words felt hollow, and you knew they didn’t believe them.

Hanbin narrowed his eyes, not looking convinced. He knew you too well to buy that excuse. But he didn’t press you any further, not yet. Instead, he just sighed and let it slide—for now.

The three of you ate together, the conversation steering toward lighter topics, and none of you mentioned Junhoe again. Since Yunhyeong lived in Seoul, the guys decided to sleep over at your place that night. Despite their efforts to lift your mood, your heart remained restless, following you even as you prepared for bed.

Just when you were about to lie down, your phone buzzed. You stared at the screen, and your heart skipped a beat.

Junhoe.

“Hello y/n, how are you? Can we talk? By the way, the interview is rescheduled for next week.”

Your breath caught, your fingers hovering over the screen. Whatever was going on… it wasn’t over yet.

After a few moments of hesitation, you replied to Junhoe’s message. 

“I’ve been good Jun, thanks for letting me know! I hope you’re feeling better.”

[astralpenguin]

you're the only newtmas author i still read regularly, so:

what's one fic you'd rewrite if you had the chance? favorite newtmas trope? favorite trope overall?

and one fic you would write if you could, but you never found the time/energy to do it!

dfjgs i'm honoured <33

i don't think i'd rewrite any of my fics. my writing has definitely improved since writing the lead me to a future series, and it's noticeable to me whenever i reread it (which is fairly often) that it could be better, but the occasional awkward turn of phrase or noticeable crutch word isn't enough to make me want to rewrite it. i plan on making some edits to wckd academy over the next few weeks (i want to finally remove all hp references and alter some minor backstory details that upon reflection were Bad and should never have been included), but i won't be touching any of its awkward turns of phrase either kjdfhsg. i'm proud of what i've achieved, awkward phrasing and all!!

favourite newtmas trope is a hard question lmao but my first thought was: newt falls first, thomas falls harder. i will not elaborate <3 (unless i'm requested to kjshdf)

favourite trope overall is an even harder question and my first thought for an answer is something which is totally irrelevant to tmr which is: depictions of and explorations of consensual and/or collaborative possession and how it can possibly morph to and from non-consensual possession. possession as horror (see: supernatural, undertale/deltarune depending on your interpretation of the player character) and possession as a fun way to get super close with your non-corporeal bestie (see: venom, undertale/deltarune depending on your interpretation of the player character) and the interplay thereof fucks severely. i very recently upped my rating of a book by a whole star (from 4 to 5) because there was some funky possession shenanigans at the end

does finishing the tmr death note au count for that question? i feel like it should lmao i got 70k in and newtmas had literally only just met each other. i think that fic will be great once it's finished! i think it'll make people cry a lot! but i haven't touched it in over a year so who the fuck knows when that will actually happen lmao. i also had an idea for a yuki yuna is a hero au (i think it would work very well - kids being exploited in order to fend off an apocalypse that's never going to stop coming no matter how many lives are lost in the process) but that would be another novel length fic in itself so it's never even been written down. also i have this whole plan for a rewrite of seasons 8 and 9 of supernatural where dean brings emma back from purgatory that i would very much love to write one day but alas. time and energy say no

[icyday]

12, 13, 37, 50. 💜

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12-13

Are there any tropes you used to dislike but have grown on you? Are there any tropes you used to like but don’t anymore?

I don't think I read enough (or write too many of the same things enough) to have any definitive answers to these.

I guess for 12, there was a point where I wasn't really into the concept of 'soulmates' or something similar. Mostly, I think because I like my ships with some kind of semblance of free-choice. But in retrospect, I like the idea of two people who are indelibly connected somehow. (Just think Raye and Mariah/Mara from my own OCs, or as a canon character pairing, a Yuna/Baralai concept from FFX-2 that I never quite got off the ground where they're experiencing lingering side effects from the whole Lenne/Shuyin thing ) so long as there's conflicting priorities or something else actually makes getting together a Bad Idea.

For 13…I used to be a lot more into (or at least tolerant of) het with some of the more traditional romance tropes. I remember re-reading "Those who Come Closest" last year and cringing a bit at the very het, kind of gender-essentialist treatment of the dynamic given in the Ifrit and Shiva chapters specifically.

37.

Promote one of your own “deep cut” fics (an underrated one, or one that never got as much traction as you think it deserves!). What do you like about it?

My Skyrim fic! The Final Confession of Shabhira Moons Stalker

It's not exactly the deepest of cuts, since it's a Yuletide fic. But I'm still really proud of this one. The intent of the story was to write something that could either be plausibly added to Skyrim (or another Elder Scrolls book) as an actual freeform quest, and I definitely feel like I pulled that off in how Shabhira's journey plays out. The worldbuilding still holds up, and the overarching plot of the silent saboteur is one that still captivates me.

50.

Answer any question of your choice, or talk about anything you want to talk about!

To expand bit more about NDKO (the Disco radio station that Raye listens to when Mariah leaves her alone) and the Disco scene in Hell in general:

DJ Magik Mik, the host of the morning show that's used in the story, keeps his Band nature a well-kept secret, even for a D-list celebrity, to the extent that anyone likely to encounter him is forced to sign a very, very strict NDA regarding his Band. That doesn't stop the radio station from advertisting 'Magik Mik' band reveals every few months or so, but something always seems to happen just at the point of reveal that keeps anyone from actually guessing. Balseraph and Shedite have mostly been ruled out, but there's still several running guesses, including a few brave souls who think he's actually an unfledged demonling. An actual Band reveal would dispel pretty much all of the mystery around Mik, so he's very keen to keep up the charade as long as he can.

More in general, the 1980s Disco scene in Hell is quite…fraught. Its popularity has spread out to quite a few Words including some that don't play well with Media, read Death and Fire specifically. This makes running events for NDKO listeners quite fraught, since any event actually worth attending is going to bring in demons who don't know how to (or don't care to) play nice. By the early 1980s, Disco isn't actually very popular among Media or Technology anymore, which makes Mariah's choice to play it in her work room a little weird and off-trend, which isn't suspicious because, well, Mariah's more than a little weird and off-trend.

[rihabe]

riha has never auditioned for a company before.

to be fair...is this really an audition? she's auditioning for an audition, right? well...that's kind of what they all are, right? aren't most auditions multiple rounds?

she doesn't really know. all she knows is that if she's serious about accomplishing her mom's dream - her dream, by extension - then she needs to do more than take dance lessons and practice singing and rapping by herself. in the worst case, they'll tell her no, or won't say a thing to her, and she would've taken one important step toward her goals.

so she sits down against the wall in her local dance studio, and turns the camera on.

"hi, i'm hong riha," she greets the camera with a tiny wave and smile, "and i guess i'll just...get into it?" she giggles.

DREAM COMPANY:

"when it comes to companies...i don't really mind? i think they're all nice, and have their charms. i would feel bad picking one over the other." as if the companies themselves have feelings, or anyone working there would take having a preference personally. she almost said i don't think i have enough skill to be picky anyway, but decided that was better left unsaid. "maybe lime? lime's artists are very skilled, and i heard that they don't mind teaching people...i forget where, but i heard it," she laughs lightly again. "yuna sunbaenim was also really nice on next gen. and i like her songs."

PREVIOUS MUSICAL EXPERIENCE:

she smiles, nervous. "truthfully...i don't really have musical experience. i take dance lessons, and i've been in sports my entire life. music has otherwise been a hobby up until this point," she admits. "oh!" she remembers suddenly. "i can play guitar! and i've been practicing both singing and rapping. but that's all."

SKILLS: here

OTHER TALENTS:

"well...like i said, i play sports. i'm really good at volleyball, and football, and swimming, and tennis. running too! my dad is hong minjun, the football player. i'm also a black belt in taekwondo, but i'm a little rusty now. i can also bench press 58 kilos! that's really good for a women of my size," she nods sagely, "and i'm working to do better every day! i'm also a personal trainer. i went to school for kinesiology, so i know a lot about staying in shape." do any of those actually count as talents...? "i'm not sure how well that translates to becoming a kpop idol, but i think i'd beat everyone else at the idol star athletics championships, which is a fun bonus!" she grins. then suddenly, she remembers something very important: "oh! i went to university in california, so," she switches to english, "i'm pretty good at english now!" she gives the camera two thumbs up.

FAVORITE ARTISTS:

she hums. she did think about the question ahead of time, but she already forgets what she wanted to say for this part, and she doesn't really want to retape everything now. she could probably do better in general, sure, but - she doesn't really have time for that, either.

"i really like kehlani and tinashe," she recalls, thankfully. "i've liked tyla a lot these days, too. rina sawayama, conan gray..." she realizes this list of artists is very, what the kids would call, 'queer-coded,' and quickly pivots to kpop, since that's more relevant anyway. "and yuna sunbaenim," she smiles, a little shy once more. "and nana...nana is wonderful. i also really admire a.maze's performances. they're, um...for lack of a better word...amazing?" there was definitely a better word. she should probably re-record this.

instead, she lets out another nervous laugh and shakes her head.

"okay, i think i answered all the questions! this has been hong riha. thank you!"

[yarrystyleeza]

𝓨𝓾𝓷𝓪'𝓼 𝓽𝔀𝓸 𝓱𝓾𝓷𝓭𝓻𝓮𝓭

𝓯𝓸��𝓵𝓸𝔀𝓮𝓻𝓼 𝓼𝓵𝓮𝓮𝓹𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓻

𝓬𝓮𝓵𝓮𝓫𝓻𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷

The moment I've been waiting for has finally come! As I indicated in the headline, I've reached 200 followers here on Tumblr, thank you all so much, this truly means a lot to me, also thank you for the feedback I always got on my works and even my random shitposts! <3

and to celebrate this very important and remarkable life event— I had planned a sleepover celebration which consists of games, questions, asks, and of course, requests! <3

The sleepover will be a week long, from September 15th till the 21st of the same month where you can submit asks and requests!

As for games, I have a list of them!

Kiss/Marry/Kill: you give me three characters and I will sort each one in one of these categories! (make it hard for me)

This or That: you give me two things/characters and I get to choose one that suits me better! (for example: night owl or early bird?)

make an assumption: you literally make an assumption about me and I either prove it or deny it!

never have I ever: you ask me about things I did or didn't do!

exchanged ships: you basically give me a character that you find as my significant other, and I will give you a character in exchange and why I think it's the perfect character for you!

Q&A: you can ask me about anything, whether it's my favorite food or even what fabrics do I prefer to wear, ask whatever you want!

Girly talks: just talk to me about any girly topic you want and we'll establish a good conversation! Let's talk about books or authors, favorite poetry pieces, maybe movies we loved in our childhood, or even your favorite outfits back when you were a 10 year old! Literally anything!

Rate my music taste: give me a song/artist and I will rate it from 1 (absolute flop) to 10 (total banger)! — (this is absolutely done just for fun).

I wanna write you a song: start with a phrase and we will make a totally original song together in the reblogs!

Note on prohibited things that I won't be doing or answering:

No nsfw/dirty asks, writing requests or questions, it's uncomfortable for me, and it's an all-ages-friendly celebration. No further elaboration, please respect this. <3

AND FINALLY, THE REQUESTS!

As for writing requests, I will be taking fluff/angst/violence (blood and gore—due to the nature of the characters I write for) x female!reader requests only. And of course you can request the prompt you desire. <3

As for the characters, here's a list of the fictional men that I would be writing for:

Matt Murdock/Daredevil

Tristan Thorn

Michael Kinsella

Daryl Dixon

(might consider writing for other Charlie Cox/Norman Reedus characters. example: Ian Hamilton, Henry the vampire, Scud, Murphy MacManus, etc.)

You can ask for prompt included in this list or ones you come up with yourself:

Intimate moments

Gestures that make me feel love

Romantic rainy day prompts

gentle things that makes me fall harder in love

fluffy comforting/sick dialogue prompts

lighthearted first kiss scenarios

Sparring prompts

Forced proximity prompts

Date prompts masterpost

Note that I will be tagging the fic requests with #yuna's 2h sleepover celebration so that they're all sorted there, but they will be sorted in my main masterlist as regular requests! <3

tagging my moots to spread the word sorry for being a little too annoying hehe (and I tried to tag as much as possible but my memory is messing around with me I'm sorry if I forgot anyone) @v4leoftears @remonemo @fizanotfeeza @netflixmatt @bellaxgiornata @farfromstrange @itwasthereaminuteago @loveroftoomanyfandoms @little-miss-dilf-lover @tongueofcat @mattmurdockscox @courtforshort15 @chvoswxtch @mattmurdocksscars @kal-0n @murc0ck @babygrlmurdock @galaxies-and-moons-and-cox @acharliecoxedfan @mindidjarin @she-likesorchids @munsonownsmyass @saintmurd0ck @murdocklorian @abbyhaslongshorts @theradioactivespidergwen @softasawhisper @peterman-spideyparker @mattmurdocksstarlight @netflixmatt-main

That's basically everything I have for my first sleepover celebration, feel free to submit your requests and games anytime! Thank you for coming to my sleepover tonight! <3

[starvingtongue]

i'm not giving you shit 'til you give me some answers. [ for paine. ♥ ]

'and I'm not giving you answers until you give me my shit back'. the retort was on the tip of her tongue and almost spilled out of her lips, but Paine held it back. if it had been Rikku, she might have let the words tumble out of her mouth in a quip the blonde thief deserved. but she wasn't dealing with Rikku here, it was Yuna. one of the last people Paine thought would stand in front of her and demand answers.

an almost frustrated sigh escaped her lips, though she managed to reign in the frustration so it sound more exasperated, as she turned away from her companion. lips pressed together, almost forming a thin line, as her eyes downcast themselves, head tilting to one side. gloved fingers clasped and unclasped, then rose so that her fingers could thread together. as much as she hated to admit it, Yuna was right. it wasn't fair to keep all the answers to herself. not after all they'd been through.

Yuna deserved better. they were supposed to be friends, right?

she turned, hands still threaded together. a sign of worry, of exploring emotions and feelings that she was accustomed to keeping silent, only occasionally letting slip via a sarcastic or blunt remark. Yuna didn't deserve those remarks either. countless times she had shown compassion to the warrior, respecting the secrets Paine badly wanted to keep close to her chest, not wanting to show weakness or allow others to see the past she'd been desperately chasing. now it was the warrior's turn to show the same kindness, letting Yuna a little closer to her true thoughts and feelings. it had been worth it during their time together as the Gullwings, it would be worth it now. it had been a hard lesson to learn then, but one that she was inevitably grateful for.

"It's a memento." the words left her mouth. they had danced on her tongue before, but not she finally let them loose. crimson eyes danced downward to Yuna's hands. "From the Crimson Squad." she'd kept it hidden for this long. managed to sneak it aboard the airship and kept it from prying fingers. it had been her one reminder, sans the scar, that it had happened. that it hadn't been a bad dream, a waking nightmare, or something she'd imagined. that she'd made those connections in the first place. that she'd gotten something good out of it all. something good instead of bad memories and a nostalgic sense of the person she'd lost.

"It was the first thing I made without Gippal's help."