#IDOL x IDOL Story

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More than Words | idol!Mingyu x idol!Reader | fluff

The sun dipped low on the horizon, casting a golden glow through the expansive windows of the villa where the two groups were staying. It was the kind of light that softened everything it touched—much like the way Mingyu’s gaze always softened when it landed on Y/N.

They had been friends for what felt like forever. From the moment her group joined HYBE, Mingyu had gravitated toward her like the earth toward the moon. It wasn’t something he could explain; it just felt natural, like breathing.

And maybe that’s why it hurt so much to keep pretending that’s all they were just friends.

Y/N sat cross-legged on the couch beside him, her laughter ringing out as one of the members from her group told an embarrassing story about their early training days. Mingyu didn’t even register the punchline. All he could focus on was the way her smile lit up the entire room, the way her eyes crinkled slightly at the corners when she laughed too hard.

“You’re staring again,” Seungkwan whispered, nudging Mingyu’s side with a knowing smirk.

Mingyu shot him a look that could kill, but it only made Seungkwan grin wider. “I’m not.”

“Right.” Seungkwan leaned back, arms crossed. “And she doesn’t look at you like you hung the stars in the sky.”

Mingyu’s ears burned, and he turned his attention back to the group just in time to see Y/N glance his way. Her gaze lingered for a second too long before she looked away, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

Everyone saw it. Everyone knew it.

But neither of them had the courage to say it out loud.

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Later that night, after dinner and endless games that left everyone exhausted, someone suggested watching a horror movie.

“No thanks,” Y/N said quickly, shaking her head. “You all can watch, but I’ll pass.”

“Scared?” Mingyu teased, his lips twitching upward.

“No,” she lied, narrowing her eyes at him.

Mingyu tilted his head, clearly not believing her. “Then stay.”

“You just want me to stay so you won’t get scared,” she shot back.

Her words made the others laugh, but Mingyu only grinned wider. “Stay,” he repeated, softer this time.

And because it was him and because she could never really say no to him she did.

The movie was worse than she expected. Every jump scare had her clutching Mingyu’s arm until, at some point, he just wrapped it around her and pulled her closer. She didn’t even resist.

By the time the credits rolled, Y/N was thoroughly spooked, but she didn’t let it show. Or at least she thought she didn’t until Mingyu leaned down and whispered, “You okay?”

“I’m fine,” she mumbled, but the slight tremble in her voice betrayed her.

Mingyu only smiled. “You can sleep in my room if you get too scared,” he said casually, like it wasn’t a big deal.

Her heart skipped a beat, but she rolled her eyes. “I’ll be fine.”

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She was not fine.

The villa was quiet, save for the soft hum of the air conditioning and the occasional creak of the wooden floors. The movie had ended hours ago, but the images still played in Y/N’s mind, making every shadow on the wall feel alive.

She had tried everything burying herself under the covers, listening to music, even counting sheep—but nothing worked. Her thoughts kept drifting back to the way Mingyu had held her during the movie, his arm warm and steady around her shoulders. It wasn’t the first time he’d done something like that, but tonight, it felt different.

Maybe it was the way his hand lingered against her skin, or the way his voice softened whenever he spoke to her. Or maybe it was just her, overthinking everything the way she always did when it came to him.

With a sigh, Y/N pushed back the covers and slipped out of bed. Her feet carried her down the dimly lit hallway before her brain could catch up. By the time she reached Mingyu’s door, her heart was pounding so loudly she was sure he’d hear it the moment he opened up.

She knocked lightly, half-hoping he wouldn’t answer.

But then the door creaked open, and there he was Mingyu, shirtless and half-asleep, with his hair sticking up in every direction.

“Y/N?” His voice was low, husky, and it sent a shiver down her spine. “What’s wrong?”

“I can’t sleep,” she admitted, suddenly feeling ridiculous. “The movie…”

Understanding flickered in his eyes. “Come in.”

She hesitated. “Are you sure?”

“Y/N.” His voice was softer this time. “Come here.”

That was all it took. She stepped inside, and he closed the door behind her before leading her to the bed. It was warm, and the scent of him clean soap and something distinctly Mingyu wrapped around her as she settled under the covers.

When he lay down beside her, he didn’t hesitate to pull her close. Her head rested against his chest, and the steady thump of his heartbeat calmed her almost immediately.

“Better?” he asked, his voice a low rumble.

“Yeah,” she whispered, her fingers brushing lightly against his bare skin.

They stayed like that for a while, wrapped up in the quiet, until Y/N started tracing small patterns on his chest circles, hearts, meaningless shapes that only made her more aware of how close they were.

Mingyu’s hand drifted to her hair, his fingers threading through the strands slowly, almost absentmindedly. It was soothing, but it also made her hyper-aware of every single point where their bodies touched.

“You’re quiet,” he murmured.

“So are you,” she shot back, her voice barely above a whisper.

He chuckled, and the vibration of it against her cheek made her stomach flip.

“Y/N…” He trailed off, but she heard the hesitation in his voice.

She tilted her head, looking up at him, and that’s when it happened. His gaze dropped to her lips, lingering there for a moment before he looked back into her eyes.

Her breath caught.

Neither of them moved at first. It was like time had stopped, and all she could feel was the heat radiating off him and the weight of his arm around her.

And then he leaned in.

It was slow, almost tentative, giving her every chance to pull away but she didn’t. Instead, she closed the distance, her lips meeting his in a kiss that sent sparks shooting through her entire body.

Mingyu’s hand came up to cradle her face, his thumb brushing gently against her cheek as he deepened the kiss. It was warm and soft and everything she had ever imagined it would be.

Her fingers curled against his chest, clutching at him like she was afraid he might disappear.

And he didn’t stop.

The kiss grew more urgent, more desperate, as though they were both trying to make up for all the time they had spent pretending this wasn’t what they wanted.

When they finally pulled apart, their breaths mingling in the small space between them, Mingyu’s eyes searched hers.

“Y/N,” he said softly, his voice a little unsteady. “I can’t pretend anymore.”

Her heart skipped. “Pretend what?”

His hand stayed on her cheek, grounding her. “That I don’t want you. That I haven’t wanted you since the moment we met.”

Her lips parted, but no words came out.

“I’ve been falling for you this whole time,” he went on, his voice barely above a whisper. “And I know we’re both scared of what this means, but I can’t keep pretending I don’t feel this way.”

Tears pricked at her eyes, but she didn’t look away.

“Say something,” he murmured, his thumb brushing away the tear that slipped down her cheek.

“I feel the same,” she whispered. “I’ve felt this way for so long, but I was scared. Scared of what it might mean for us for our groups for everything.”

Mingyu let out a shaky breath, his forehead resting against hers. “You don’t have to be scared. We’ll figure it out together. Okay?”

“Okay.”

And when he kissed her again, it was slower this time sweeter. Like a promise.

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The morning after felt different.

There was no awkward silence, no avoiding each other’s eyes. Instead, there were lingering touches and soft smiles exchanged across the room, even as their friends gave them questioning looks.

“Did something happen last night?” Seungkwan asked, narrowing his eyes at them.

“No,” Mingyu said too quickly, making Y/N laugh.

“Definitely not,” she added, but the way she looked at Mingyu betrayed her.

Seungkwan raised an eyebrow. “Right. Sure.”

But neither of them cared.

For the first time, it didn’t matter what anyone else thought.

Because they had each other and that was enough.

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[fillinforlater]

C'mon

Choi Yunjin (Jini) x Oh Haewon, Kang Seulgi

Length: 7895 words

Tags: lesbian sex, girl x girl relationships, idol x idol, fingering, licking, heart break, drunk sex, hook up, thigh riding, eating out, there is a story in this, like really I tried doing drama and all that

TW: rusty writing, rusty editing

Inspiration: "C'mon" by JINI (if you pay attention to the lyrics, they might come up in this fic again)

(A/N: yeah, I'm back for a hot second. I had this fic in the freezer, topped it off with a hot/cute ending to give you hope that I might return xD I hope you enjoy it all; the plot, the sex. Happy Pride Month, remember to be excellent to each other and accept them, even if you might not understand everything <3)

“Have you seen the new trainee?”

Jini looks up from her phone, the instagram story instantly forgotten at the sight of Haewon entering the living room. She has a white towel atop her round face, an oversized t-shirt enveloping not only her entire upper body but also her butt and crotch. Jini is very much used to this style, especially post showering, hell, she even started to copy Haewon after only a few weeks of training together. Yeah, it only took weeks. Everything went so fast.

“Oh, you mean Sullyoon?” Jini responds, eyes blatantly fixated on Haewon’s lips. “Yeah, I saw her. She is very pretty.”

“Oh yeah?” Haewon raises her chin and slowly steps closer to the couch Jini sits on. “So she is very pretty.”

“Not only very pretty,” Jini breathes, her voice teasing, she drops the phone. “I think she’ll be the visual of the group.”

Haewon is right above her now, staring down at Jini’s smirk. Jini knows that her girlfriend can never resist her addictive teasing, the naughty words that are nothing but a set up to get in the mood. It works like a charm, even right after a shower, Haewon is ready to get sweaty again. 

“You’re on a first name basis too,” Haewon remarks before suddenly grabbing Jini’s t-shirt and pulling the stunning stunned girl's face close. Jini huffs, her face is flushed with thrill, the excitement of getting Haewon aroused and ready to press her body on hers. “Why are you wearing my t-shirt again?”

“I like how big it is… and how it smells.”

“Take it off.”

An order Jini gladly follows, though she remains purposefully slow to enjoy Haewon’s gaze on her toned, bare body underneath the thin, white cloth, which is quickly discarded behind the couch. Haewon’s knee carefully opens Jini’s legs as both of them lean closer to each other, yet to touch, but the heat of their bodies already merging. 

“Only panties?” Haewon notices, not looking at the tiny pink thing covering Jini’s sex, hell, she’s not even looking at the nude hills with hard nipples atop of them. She only focuses on Jini’s eyes and the black haired girl wouldn’t have it any other way. This is why she loves this dork so much. 

“I bet it’s the same for you, babe,” Jini giggles, finally courageous enough to dig her hand beneath the towel into Haewon’s moist hair. “I need you.”

“I know, baby. Have I told you I love you before?” 

Haewon’s dorkiness is showing. Before Jini can respond, the soon-to-be-leader shoves her knee right on Jini’s pussy while her hands both grind over Jini’s sensitive breasts. The timing is a bit off, the movement sloppy, but Jini would not have it any other way. Haewon could even do some cringy shit right now, and Jini would still be wet and horny for the older’s fingers.

“Y-yes, babe,” Jini moans, biting her pointer as to not alert someone who might possibly pass this dorm room. “You do it all the time, I—oh my God!”

Haewon’s tongue glides over her girlfriend's collar, up her throat to her chin, Jini’s chin, the most sensitive chin in the world. It’s a unique spot to be so erogenous, and Haewon is ready to use it for Jini’s peak pleasure. The moment she nibbles on the smooth curve, Jini pulls her in, the rest of their curves melting, Jini leaking on Haewon’s knee, then her digits hovering down her abs, into her heat—

“Haewon, Haewon, I love you!”

#

The debut is approaching rapidly, like an unstoppable train, days filled with dancing, recording, dancing, shootings, dancing—most nights, Jini just falls asleep the second she meets her bed. Luckily, Haewon is still there, together they fight through the tough times, share a secret relationship, until Haewon has to stay longer for extra meetings and other stuff. 

“Being a leader is hard,” she says and kisses Jini’s forehead before she heads out to yet another extra schedule. “I’ll see you later, babe.”

Jini stares at the ceiling, tired yet unable to use the four hours she has to sleep properly. She misses Haewon, her touch, the shared intimacy. It’s the one thing that has carried her through the rough trainee and group building process, to lose it now is unimaginable to her. Maybe the best times are already past the two of them, maybe the homophobic culture surrounding them will have their love suppressed to the bare minimum, absolute secrecy, where Jini has to ask herself:

Is this really love?

Haewon returns earlier than Jini expected, out of breath, face equally exhausted and worried. Jini lifts her blanket and Haewon slips right next to her, wordlessly, only deep breaths leaving her lips. This is very much not the Haewon Jini is used to, no amount of training has her this quiet.

“Is everything okay, love?” Jini carefully asks, hands on Haewon’s soft, beautiful cheeks. “I’m here if you want to talk. I’m also here if you just want to sleep.”

“Can you bring me the tequila?” Haewon whispers defeatedly and Jini hurries to get the bottle and two shot glasses. In the faint moonlight falling through the window behind her bed, she fills the glasses and hands one to Haewon, who immediately downs it, followed by a loud, exaggerated sigh.

“Tequila?” Jini asks with a small smile. “That bad?”

“It goes down so easily, easier than—” Haewon stops and reaches for Jini’s glass. Another shot of tequila goes down her throat in a blaze of fire. “Jini, I-I think we need to… put our relationship on hold.”

Jini sinks to the floor in front of her bed, in front of Haewon who looks down to her with sad, glistening eyes, though Jini feels already a lot closer to crying. Before it can happen however, Haewon guides the bottle to her girlfriend's lips, and the colorless, burning liquid makes Jini jerk up. Tequila stains her cheek, chin, Haewon’s t-shirt she stole out of her drawer last night.

“Careful, you’re spilling it everywhere,” Haewon cackles quietly, as if she doesn’t mean it.

“Haewon, why? I love you, I need you, please don’t break up with me,” Jini cries out but Haewon just goes for her chin and licks the liquor off of it. Jini calms down with a soft moan, while Haewon starts to hum and kiss all over her face.

“We are not breaking up. It’s just that… we won’t have any privacy. They will restructure the dorm rooms and the rest of the time, we’ll be learning choreographies. I just want to be honest with you—we won’t have any time, but I still love you, Jini.”

“A-and what if we tell them about us and ask them to give us our own room?”

A pained sick laugh leaves Haewon’s lips and she avoids looking at Jini, not able to bear those anxious eyes. Instead she focuses on pulling her onto the bed and getting a hand underneath the t-shirt.

“Don’t be silly, Jini. They will never accept us. They can never know about us, not even Lily. I don’t want them to hurt you.”

“I-I’m not scared of them,” Jini whines, while Haewon has her shirtless already. “I’m scared of losing you.”

“Don’t worry about that, baby, let’s just enjoy tonight.” Haewon’s tongue dances with Jini’s, not in the rhythm of their song for the millionth time, but lazily, sloppily. If there was a dance teacher, they’d complain about the execution, but Jini only cares that this tongue is there and makes her feel warm and wet. 

“Touch me, Haewon, please.” Jini’s voice cracks during that moan as Haewon gladly flicks past her clit and fingers the dripping sex below.

“You too, Jini, put them on me. I love your smooth skin here I could—rub it forever.”

Jini gives it her all, always making sure to be spotless down there, which is quite the struggle in between all the schedules. But it’s the way Haewon likes it, Jini has never seen her with any hair down there. And so her fingers brush past the flawlessly shaven skin to the bundle that makes Haewon take deeper breaths—

—draws moans from her, loud and glorious, like her singing voice. The fingers dance, on the outside, then inside, back and forth, always careful. For the first time in a while, Jini feels her body relax, even as it twists and jerks at Haewon’s thrusting fingers and nipple-sucking lips. 

“Jini, you’re so sexy.” Haewon’s voice is deep and Jini can’t remember when they got completely naked and moved to the couch, but she doesn’t care. More important is Haewon’s pretty pink pussy on her face as she sits on it. Jini eagerly gets her tongue inside while she feels Haewon’s gaze admire her midriff, her thighs, her sex that is—

“You’re dripping~” Haewon moans.

“You too, Unnie.” Jini can’t get enough of that addictive taste. She’d love for her mouth to be filled with it; to make Haewon cum messily has always been her goal. Up until now, it’s been amazing but not yet the way she imagined it. She will have to work harder, while her Unnie rubs up and down her clit.

“You’re about to cum again, I can feel it. Your hips are jerking up.”

“Just because your hands are so good, Unnie~”

Jini can feel Haewon smile against her crotch, those lips kiss right above her slit, never the way she does it, but it’s enough. Jini’s eyes tear up for the second time this night and with the flick of her tongue, Haewon makes her scream.

“Unnie, Unnie, I’m—”

Jini’s hips lose all their tension when her orgasm subsides and she falls into the cushions. In her blissful state, she forgets her duty to eat Haewon out, so the elder just chuckles and rubs her cunt on her nose. She will do so until the deed is finished and Jini can only admire her beautiful, stunningly hot and talented lover throw her head back in pleasure.

“Ji-Jini, I love you.”

“I love you too, Unnie.”

#

Jini has been warned, but no warning would have been sufficient for the absolute lack of touch, of intimacy, of love that was about to come in the following months. All there was was training, dancing until your legs fall off, singing until your ears are ringing—then came the posing for cameras. 

The idol life she has always dreamed of finally started. It’s been a tough road, now she is living her dream, a dream filled with the painful reminder that she truly has to sacrifice everything. From a normal childhood to freetime to all kinds of relationships.

She knew about the last part, but it’s a different kind of sacrifice. If you can never find a person to love, you don’t know what you’re missing. However, if the person you love is right there and the only interaction you have is a bad quickie on the toilet, the pain will sting and remind her forever.

About that quickie, it was hasty, a dumb decision that wasn’t even a decision. Haewon had forgotten to close the door and Jini came bursting in because she needed time away from everyone, it was all too loud and if she had to listen to ‘Tank’ one more time—

They both just locked the door and locked lips. Haewon sat back down and pulled down the shorts of Jini’s stage outfit. It was all spontaneous, so Jini wasn’t properly shaven and Haewon did nothing to hide her visible disgust. However, she didn’t say anything and so Jini rode her thighs, admiring that beautiful face that still had a glint of hope for their relationship in her eyes. A tiny glint that Haewon did not try to uphold.

Other than that, she did not cum, neither did Haewon, and they both wordlessly left. No ‘I love you’ or a goodbye kiss—no one could suspect a thing. On this day, Jini’s heart started to break properly. She let it happen until a final surge had her bursting into Haewon’s and Sullyoon’s shared room.

“Haewon-unnie, we need to talk.”

“Oh my God, Jini, you scared me!” 

Haewon slams the laptop in front of her shut. The entire room is filled in darkness, except for a faint light in the tiny, corner bathroom. Jini is in her haze, induced by alcohol, induced by sadness, but mostly induced by the desperate desire to get back to Haewon, back to her lover. She just walks over and wraps an arm around the leader's waist. 

Unlike the beautiful times before, Jini is pushed away by a cold hand, stiff and it feels so heartless. She can’t see Haewon’s face but she knows it must have the same coldness. Is there anything left? Any heat from their past love that could move her an inch?

“I-I missed you,” Jini whimpers.

“Sullyoon is right there, you can’t just—”

“What is—” A sleepy Sullyoon stands in the door frame, a yawn interrupts her words and she blinds everyone by finding the light switch with her hand. “—happening here? Jini, what are you doing here?”

“I—I…”

“She was looking, no, bringing me something,” Haewon interjects and grabs Jini’s wrist. “I’ll come back in a second. Sorry for waking you up, Sully.” 

Sullyoon’s eyes switch from one girl to the other before she weakly nods and moves back into the bathroom. The moment the door closes, Haewon drags Jini out of the room and the two find a quiet corner somewhere in the endless corridors of a mostly empty, dimly lit dormitory.

“Jini, what the fuck?” Haewon growls angrily and her eyes punch holes into Jini’s heart—her words follow quickly. She must not be thinking how much it hurts. “You can’t just do this, what will they think? Don’t touch me like that, not in public!”

“I-it was just a hug, everyone hugs in public.”

“But you do it differently. They will see, and they cannot—”

“Why?” Now Jini shouts and tears stream and fists fly against the next wall. “Why, why, why? I don’t care what they think! They can know it, they can hate us—fuck, Haewon, I just want you, I love you!”

“Jini you—this will kill our careers.”

“I don’t care.”

“You.” Haewon holds her mouth in shock. She steps back, her hand no longer on Jini’s wrist. “You can’t be serious.” 

The shift in her eyes is beyond eerie. No horror film could ever encapsulate how scary this is. To see the person you love, your lover, turn from sadness to anger—away from everything Jini knew and loved—to poison. Words cannot reach her any longer, whatever Jini says will be held against her, it will all blow up. Even the L-word, it is powerless.

Nothing can be salvaged. But Jini will only realize this later.

“I am, I lo—”

“You just want to fuck me, is it that? Jini, you don’t give a fuck about my career, what I worked for, huh? You just want to have sex with me, and everyone can know it—you disgust me.”

“No, what, Haewon that’s—”

“Stop it, stop saying my name! You, I don’t want to hear it!”

Haewon reaches for Jini’s shirt—no, this is not one of Jini’s shirts. It’s the final Haewon-shirt she holds dear to her heart. The only remnants of their intimacy, hidden deep in her closet. She only wears it every now and then and now, in what is the nightmare of her life.

“That’s how you play, you take everything. My love, my career, my fucking t-shirts.” Haewon pulls at the hem. Jini fights back at first but with every tug she feels all power leave her body. But once again, it’s Haewon’s eyes and her poisonous words that kill her spirit. “You are such a piece of shit, Jini. To think I ever loved you.”

“What?”

“Give it back, give me back my youth, my love!”

“B-but Haewon, I love you, really!”

“Never say that again. You just played with my heart!”

The t-shirt is in Haewon’s hands, a couple of strings and tatters falling off of it. Jini falls to her knees in between them, only dressed in her bra and some pathetic gray sweatpants that quickly darken as her tears fall onto them. Haewon scoffs, her face puffy and angry. She is about to cry as ugly as Jini is, but this endless anger keeps her from doing it now. 

For a few seconds, she just stands there breathing, looking at the salty rivers running down Jini’s face. They are no crocodile tears, genuine, absolutely real—but she dismisses it all and faces away from her former girlfriend.

“We had nothing,” Haewon whispers and walks away. “I wish I’d never met you.”

And Jini cries the entire night.

#

The only thing paler than Jini’s face is the wall behind her manager. Jini has been fixated on it ever since she entered the office room. It’s like she can look right through it, see what could have been—the prosperous idol career she always dreamed of, fun group activities, a successful love life in secrecy. 

The disbelief in her manager’s eyes is like a mirror that suddenly reflects the truth back to her. Jini’s dream is a lie and now she has to face it, face to face with a livid man who has his palms on the desk. He can make the floor shake.

“You, you can’t be serious!”

“I am!” That shout was easy on her lips, easier than it should have been, with a heavy, racing heart, Jini stands up. She won’t back down to him, she will get her way out of here. “I don’t want to stay here for another day, I—”

“What the fuck, Jini!” In his rage, Jini’s manager stomps to the wall and smashes a small picture, its frame crashing down to the floor in a thousand sharp pieces. Now the wall is even paler and Jini can see that her real future might as well be an immovable object she is running straight into, head first, blood all over her—

“I will leave,” Jini proclaims, loud and unmistakable through the choleric pants of her enraged manager. “Or else I’ll let the world know what happens in this company.”

“Shut up.” A pained laugh as he looks down at the mess of colorful splinters and a now worthless picture. “You’re bluffing.”

“Oh yeah? I know at least half a dozen staff members who are a bit too fond of the trainees. Those helpless, naive, young little boys and girls.” Jini steps closer; he is now the palest in the room, both the light and the wall are no match. “That’s why I picked you. You did no such things. You just looked away, like we all did.”

“Jini, you stupid—”

“Stop defending them, for fucks sake.”

Every muscle in Jini’s body is filled with tension. She could really use some release, more than mere screams. A punching bag, some crazy rapid workout or maybe just a few drinks to knock her out. It’s the opposite for her manager, who lifelessly flops onto his chair and looks like he’d vomit at the next movement. Jini has never seen him cry and this might be the moment he does without actually showing tears.

“I—I can’t, this is my dream job, my future, my life.”

“It was mine too. Dreams die, so let me leave.”

“Why now? I just got this position and you’re going to ruin my chances of ever getting back.”

The manager starts to sob, though he cannot admit it. Jini feels sick to the stomach, while her anger does not fade. When he turns around, she just imagines the blank face of Haewon and her venomous words. She can argue against that all night, all day until it frees her of this hell hole.

“I’ve looked away for too long,” Jini proclaims and reaches for her coat. “If you don’t have anything to say, I’m leaving. Don’t try to stop me or else.”

“You’re cruel, Jini, I don’t want to see your face ever again.”

“Good.” She opens the door. On the other end of the long hallway are her former members, waddling to their next practice session or photo shooting or music show. Whatever. Luckily, she can only see their backs, each of them a bit exposed, sweaty—then there is Haewon, her hand on Sullyoon’s back, a bit too intimate. “You won’t even hear from me, I’m basically dead.”

#

“Hey, it’s me.” Jini is about to ignore and delete the voicemail, but this is from a person that actually cares about her. “I heard what happened. Look, I dunno why it happened or if you are feeling good or bad about it—I’m just your idiot brother after all—but I know just the place you might need right now. I’ll send you the address. Don’t worry, it’s girls only. From what I heard, they are very popular amongst your kind. I really hope you’re doing fine.”

Jini cracks a weak smile. She hasn’t left her apartment in days, only reaching out to very specific friends to tell them about what happened,  her decision to leave the company. Actually, no one knows about her break up, the relationship with Haewon. It was all a well-kept secret not even her best friends knew about. 

As for her brother, he is the only one in her family who knows about her sexuality. The rest would most likely not accept her, hell, her father hasn’t really talked to her ever since she became a trainee. Jini’s life has developed far away from her family, especially her other relatives. Hearing her brother's voice feels like a relief with the bitter aftertaste of loneliness. Lonely, like the tiny apartment room she now lives in. 

Maybe it’s time for her to go out again. One night of nothing but drinking and mindless flirting, regretting it all the next day—and then it’s time for her to look forward. She can’t stay in this apartment, this state of sorrow and grief forever. Before this new found feeling of ‘fuck it all’ can go away, she puts on her prettiest dress and a tiny bit of make-up. Luckily, the bar is not too far away.

“If you promise to visit me, I might pay for a few of your drinks ;-P” Send by Idiot Brother

Jini’s second smile is already a lot stronger.

#

To Jini’s shock, she does not find a small and cozy lesbian bar with a couple of hot, single girls. The place is fucking huge, probably the biggest in all of Korea. There is a constant influx of women, usually in pairs and groups, standing together, talking, drinking, partying. The noisiness, paired with the all black and rough looking interior makes Jini quickly order and down her first cocktail. Something, something tequila. When she watches couple after couple make out all around her, she grabs her second one. Something, something vodka.

“Hey, do I know you?” the bartender asks her, voice firm and concerned.

“Nah, it’s my first time here,” Jini responds and shakes her head. A terrible idea. She can feel the alcohol flooding her head and already doing its thing. Soon, she’ll lose control—and gradually forget about the Haewon-shaped hole in her heart.

“Oh, I didn’t mean from here.” The bartender leans forward, towards Jini. She stares at the former idol, clearly unsure about something. “Maybe from the news or something?”

“Not possible, I’m not—famous.

“C-can I get another one? A Daiquiri?”

“Sure, gimme a second.” The bartender walks to the other end of the bar.

Jini’s heart starts to race. For a second, she was famous. An idol of JYP Entertainment, of course that is enough for people to recognize her. Leaving the group does not evaporate her fame. Clearly the bartender must have seen some posters or news about her. How could she forget about something like that? What’s going to happen now? Can she really go unrecognized through this night?

Suddenly, someone grabs her arm. Jini would shriek, but the liquor is already slowing her reaction time down.

“You shouldn’t be here,” a serious voice from behind her says. Jini turns towards the woman, but a mask covers her face. The uncovered eyes however look very familiar. 

“D-do I know you?” Jini asks and hopes that the bartender returns. She does not. Crap.

“There is a different area for people like us. Quick, before someone recognizes you!” 

Jini’s arm is in the firm grasp of this stranger who drags her through the bar without a care for the other partying woman. Jini tries to apologize, but the liquor already weighs her tongue down and so she is quietly staggering behind her kidnapper. An inconspicuous door later and the two are in a lot quieter area with multiple security people scanning them. 

“It’s safer here, trust me,” the woman says and removes her mask. Jini needs a second and a good shake of her head to realize who just pulled her out of the bar into—another bar.

“A-aren’t you… Kang Seulgi? The Seulgi!?”

“Sorry for not introducing myself.” Seulgi scratches her head and then combs her slightly sweaty hair back. “But it was necessary. You can’t run around like this when you’re literally—”

“Huh, is this dress too revealing?” Jini interrupts, her voice drowsy, a bit unhinged. She tries to pull down the hem of her dress before Seulgi grabs her shoulders and shakes her entire body.

“Girl, you are the top news story of today! Everyone knows you, everyone who gives a tiny fuck about our genre thinks about you. This was the worst day to just show up at the biggest lesbian bar in all of Seoul. If anyone saw you—did anyone see you?”

Jini tries to think real hard, a finger pressed to her lips, forehead in wrinkles. She does not notice how she sways from one foot to the other, dangerously close to just slumping  backwards, then forwards. Seulgi gently puts a hand to her back and guides her towards a corner with neat tables and cute chairs.

“Th-Thank you,” Jini whispers and tries to keep eye contact with the older idol. Her beauty and the fact that she is right there, a genuinely concerned look on her bear-like features has a bigger effect on Jini than any of the first drinks she’s had. “Sorry, I’m a bit… tipsy. B-but maybe, the bartender. She might have recognized me, maybe.”

Seulgi sighs in relief. “Okay, if it’s just one of them there is no need to be concerned. If you believe it or not, it’s not the first time a gay idol icon has just walked into a regular bar—it’s a miracle that they haven’t been in the news before.”

“S-so you’re saying that there are more idols l-like us? Wait, are you into g-girls too, Seulgi?!”

Seulgi raises an eyebrow and leans back on her chair. A black, leather jacket, at least a size too big, hangs down her shoulders. Beneath it is a loose crop top that exposes her insanely attractive midriff. To finish it off, her tight black pants are pulled high above her waist and hint at, almost teasing a navel. Seulgi is stunning, definitely made for the girls, as they say. “Don’t tell me that this is a surprise to you? What’s next? Exy or Eunseo suddenly like men?”

Jini’s eyes open wide. Before she becomes incoherent however, she falls back down to earth, her face buried in her hands. Of course there are more lesbian and gay idols, hell, she has been in a relationship with one of them. This reminder of Haewon has set things in motion. Melancholy spreads in Jini’s mind and it is only a soft hand on her head that distracts her.

“Hey, sorry about that.” Seulgi smiles softly. “I remember being a baby gay too, visiting this bar for the first time and being surprised at how many girls are like me. I promise, the longer you stay here, the more often you come here, the easier it will be to accept and understand things.”

Jini lazily looks around. She notices idols and other famous people, namely actresses and athletes sitting everywhere in this cozy bar. The music is a lot quieter, so the screams and dancing from next door are clearly audible. If she is honest, none of the people she recognizes truly shocks her. They were all already ‘probably not straight’ in her head, in her reality.

“It’s not even about that,” Jini suddenly begins to explain. “Like, I of course kinda knew you were into women, that’s why me and many others admired you. You showed us that it’s possible, even if we can’t be fully open about it. No, it’s because you all remind me of… her, and it hurts like hell.”

Seulgi’s orbs widen a bit and she starts to caress Jini’s hand. “Do you want to tell me what happened? Or should I get us some drinks and we just get black out drunk and forget everything, all our worries?”

“How about both?” Jini asks with a weak smile and Seulgi reciprocates it. She quickly skips over to the bar where the bartender is swift at preparing two colorful cocktails. Jini has no idea what it is she is sipping, but it tastes good and does the job. No reason for her to care.

“So, feel free to tell me,” Seulgi says and takes a huge first swing from her drink. “As much as you want, as much as you need.”

“It’s all just shit. A whole lot of shit.” Another sip. The drink is growing on Jini, or maybe it’s the fact that she is suddenly scared to talk about it. If only Seulgi, the older one, the clearly more experienced girl would make the first step. 

“Losing your career?” Seulgi suddenly asks, somewhat mindlessly, and Jini feels her heart drop, ache, break while she somehow cracks a smile from somewhere.

“That and the way it happened. But I can’t go back. It hurts so much.”

“Oh, that sounds like I can relate,” Seulgi says, then scoffs as her hand reaches over the table to pull Jini’s cocktail glass down. “Slow down, babe, or you’ll drown in it.”

Jini blushes, almost drops her drink and spits out the rest. That word, the nice b-word, shouldn’t roll off of her tongue so easily. Seulgi is so nonchalant and sexy about it, seeming to not mind flattering the young girl while also clearly enjoying it. To make matters better, she puts her hand atop Jini’s and starts her own story with a smile.

“I had this thought of quitting multiple times. Everytime we fight, she makes me feel like I’m not good enough—only her stress reliever. It’s like she just sees me as a sex toy. Hell, I don’t mind if the entire world just sees me as a body—but from her, I want more. Worst of all, she knows it and still flip-flops. I wish I could just stop loving her or find the courage to quit, but I simply… can’t.”

“Who,” Jini gulps. “Who are you talking about?”

Seulgi shakes her head and locks eyes with Jini. The sudden seriousness and fierceness overwhelms the younger girl. It’s like Seulgi looks right through her, as if her head is made out of glass and every memory of Haewon is replaying like a 4k movie. The truth is sucked right out of Jini as the thought about her ex-girlfriend loving her intimately starts to hurt like daggers in her soul.

“You have a girlfriend too, huh? Gorgeous, hot, your whole obsession—and very toxic at the same time.”

“I-I… I had. We broke up. I ran away. I couldn’t stand what she said to me. But I still love her, I want her more than ever.”

Jini drops her head to the table, hand firmly around the glass. She tries to squeeze it, crush it, like it’s that last remnant of yearning for Haewon inside her heart. But the glass slips and she spills the rest of the ice cold drink over her dress. A frustrated gasp from her.

“Oh God, you can’t be serious…”

“Looks like he is serious,” Seulgi jokes with clenched teeth as she gets up and kneels next to Jini. With some paper towels, she tries to dry off Jini’s dress as best as she can, but the stain looks like it will stay for the rest of the night.

“Don’t sweat it,” Jini says, flustered again. “I think after this night, it’s not going to be the only stain. And also, I really do not care if I smell of alcohol after tonight.”

“So you really do plan on getting drunk.”

“So drunk that I’ll forget about both of our toxic relationships,” Jini responds with a smile. Before she can raise her hand to order another drink, Seulgi dashes away and returns almost instantly with two red cocktails.

“These are super sweet, with vodka. I bet you’ll love the taste and suddenly—bliss will hit you like a train.” Seulgi starts to drink first as if she was talking to herself. Thus ends the heavy chatter and light fun begins. Both girls crack jokes left and right and fill the bar with louder and louder noises. Laughter, laughter everywhere until they are kindly asked to move ‘upstairs’. Jini has no idea what’s ‘upstairs’, but she simply follows Seulgi who helps her up a hidden staircase behind the bars. The older girl is giggling like crazy, while Jini is confused about all the secrets in this mysterious bar. 

“Where are we even… going,” Jini mumbles, complains, then laughs again as her head gets dizzy from the short exercise. 

“Just some private room for private things,” Seulgi lewdly giggles and presses herself against Jini’s back as the door to a simple hostel room opens. Simple in design and layout, simple in lighting as there is only the faint moonlight illuminating the interior. Jini’s unfocused, unbothered eyes fall onto a bed and suddenly, she falls onto the bed as well. Seulgi must have guided her through the room, the door closed for privacy, and now they are entangled on the bed.

“Private things?” Jini asks sheepishly and looks back at Seulgi. The way the full moon reflects off of her pale skin and those wonderful, dreamy, drunk eyes suddenly erases the stinging pain deeply stuck in her heart. Jini never believed in miracles, but she just found hope, peace and love in her hopeless state of mind.

“Oh, you know, like talking about more serious matters,” Seulgi ponders, her tone drastically sarcastic as she drags a finger from Jini’s thigh over her curves up to her chin. “Or not talking at all~”

“B-but I think it’s very important to-to talk, before, uhm.” Jini tries her best. She fights against her drunkness, her dazzled mind and relaxed body. Although they all urge her to go on and just kiss the girl spooning her, holding her waist and her chin, Jini does not want to rush it. She stops before her lips meet Seulgi’s and her glassy eyes tell the older woman that the uncertainty is real. It can even trump the enhanced state of drunkenness they are both in.

“Then tell me, oh pretty girl, what important things do you want to talk about? I’ll try my best, but I’m really wasted, like I won’t comprehend your question properly, probably, prolally.”

Jini pouts and holds onto that smooth arm that secures her body to Seulgi’s. She can feel the amazing shape Seulgi is in. Trained, strong even, a nice bust and incredible hips. No, they are all urging her to just lose it. Jini wants to lose to the booze and the smell of Seulgi’s lips and very faint, but mind-melting perfume—but for now, she resists.

“I—I don’t want to stop! I want to sing and dance and be an idol and—shit, this won’t stop me. But I’m scared, because I’m gay. I’m gay and they are not. Sorry they can’t relate—but I know they won’t even tolerate it. I-I can’t even have an open, truthful job interview because of it!”

Jini’s ramble is stopped by Seulgi releasing a deep, somewhat unhinged sigh. It’s as if she couldn’t hide her frustration any longer. At first, Jini thinks she screwed up and just lost a night of (most likely) great sex. However, Seulgi, after a short stint of eye contact with the ceiling, locks eyes with Jini again. This time, she looks fierce, more determined than Jini has ever seen before.

“I know you, I can relate. I felt very similar. But all these ‘can’t’ and ‘won’t’ will never get you anywhere. It might not look like it, but there are cool people out there. They don’t care about who you like. They can manage your career around that, give you the necessary freedoms and can even hire good producers fairly often. There is a way around all the shit, believe me.”

“I want to believe,” Jini mewls and slams her fist into the bed and it creaks. “But for that, such a person not only had to exist but also have enough money to run a company or something; and fuck, it’s like only assholes run the biggest businesses.”

Seulgi rolls her eyes and laughs. “If only there was an experienced idol nearby that could help you to find such a person. But what do I know? I’m just a drunk lesbian talking to some rookie who’s like eight years younger than me.”

“Ten, actually,” Jini responds with a pout, but she quickly laughs when Seulgi’s drunk brain actually gets a small, shocked expression to form on that gorgeous, moonlit face. “Ten years that I don’t mind.”

“It’s still quite a lot, damn.” Seulgi bites her lip. Suddenly, Jini feels like she is even closer with the Red Velvet member. Maybe it’s because they are facing each other now, quick breaths touching the other, hands on the other's body. Maybe it’s because Seulgi reaches for Jini’d chin again and tilts her towards her lips in a way that is nonchalant and deadly. The temptation is too great.

“You know you’re an icon for younger idols—in fact many girls in and out of the closet? They wouldn’t mind this age gap; neither do I.”

“Oh yeah?” Seulgi asks, more sure of herself now as she presses her lips onto Jini’s and momentarily shuts the other girl down. For a few seconds after the disconnect, Jini is still mentally paralyzed and doesn’t realize that her hands are tugging at Seulgi’s clothes in an attempt to get rid of them. “I’ve heard they like me, but to be this crazy for someone ten years older? I think that’s just you—and all that booze is helping a lot.”

“C-can we still fuck?” Jini bluntly asks in a daze.

“Hm, sure. Let me show you something~”

Seulgi drops her jacket. It glides off her arms and Jini’s gaze follows it before Seulgi directs it back at her. The older girl is on top, her arms next to Jini’s head as she leans down for another kiss. This time, it’s passionate, a rapid attack of lips on lips and tongue on tongue. A bit too fast, a bit too violent, but actually just right for Jini. She wouldn’t want it any other way. This is so unlike Haewon, so surreal in fact that it’s more comparable to a wet dream than any masturbation or pornography. 

Seulgi is absurd, the way she controls the kiss and presses her body on top of Jini’s. Instinctively, the younger girl tries to wrap her arms and legs around the one attacking her mouth, but Seulgi has different plans. She gently pushes Jini’s limbs away and makes sure she can lay in between her legs. At first Jini pouts, but then she feels what Seulgi wants to show her.

It’s akin to a dance. Seulgi’s hands roam from the top of Jini’s brown dress, along her arms and sides over her hips to the hem. In the meantime, the lips disconnect and draw a line of kisses down the dress, making sure to pay attention to all the stains of vodka, gin and rum. Jini knows where those lips will end up and the thought alone is sending her into a frenzy.

“How is this?” Seulgi asks, her cheek resting on Jini’s abdomen, her fingers playing with the hem of that dress, already carefully pushing it up her thighs. 

“F-fantastic, oh God,” Jini groans and takes a deep breath when she looks down her body into Seulgi’s dazed eyes. Although Jini knows it’s just a reflection of moon light, nothing too special, it genuinely looks like Seulgi’s eyes are glowing on their own. A soft, cold light that sends a shiver down Jini’s spine—a shiver that is suddenly across her entire body when Seulgi’s mouth disappears behind that pulled up dress. “Y-yes, right there!”

A tongue on her thong, expertly finding the aroused nub below. Seulgi is clearly no stranger to this, which is emphasized by her not stopping. Her actions are nonstop. A twirl here, a strong lick there. Fluid motions from start to finish and Jini is tweaking, wetting her already arousal-stained thong with more of her fresh juice to the point she can’t keep eye contact anymore.

“Look at me, babe,” Seulgi commands softly, and Jini stands at attention. Somehow she keeps her upper body upright on her arms, but it’s all unstable, trembling. “I want you to go all out. Don’t hold back. Wrap your thighs around my head, pull my hair if you need you. I want you to cum on and on and on.”

“S-Seulgi, I—I’m not shaven, I—”

“Like I care.”

Too late and all over. Seulgi has a finger on the weakest spot, pulling aside that thin garment and leaving Jini exposed. Seulgi does not wait. Her tongue caresses the aching core and Jini presses it onto her face with a shriek. She is a moaning mess and she wants to be even louder. Seulgi knows and so she fiddles her clit, licks that cunt, goes all out until Jini is screaming profanities.

“Fuck, yes, lick me, fuck! Seulgi, eat my pussy, yes!”

A suck on her clit and Jini wraps her legs around Seulgi’s head. The older girl is delighted that her prophecy became true and continues. It’s like she has never done anything else in her life. Her girlfriend must truly be a lucky bitch, Jini thinks and tries to curse at this unknown person—but all her curses are those of pleasure. Pleasure, just pleasure. No more Haewon, no more JYP, just Seulgi eating her out until she is silly.

“I’m so close, you’re getting me close, I can’t—”

Jini pulls at Seulgi’s messy hair in an attempt to hold out a little bit longer. However, it’s all for nought. Not a single second longer. Jini explodes and floods Seulgi’s tastebuds with her runny nectar. Her head falls backwards into a pillow. 

“Oh, we are not yet finished,” Seulgi laughs. Her voice is horny, a little bit crazy and very much drunk. She grabs both Jini’s waist and her back and pulls her up. Suddenly, the young woman finds herself seated on Seulgi’s thigh at the edge of the bed. “I need to see your face more. I want to hear you cum again, baby.”

“Ah, if-if you call me that, I—” Jini blushes. She can barely catch her breath with her face covered in her hands. Seulgi, however, continues. It’s for the best. It’s for Jini’s pleasure. She gets rocked back and forth on Seulgi’s thigh, her dripping core stimulated once more.

“Now I want to call you it more,” Seulgi whispers, one hand on Jini’s hips, the other trying to cup the idol’s face. “My baby. Cum on me. Forget about everything and just love me hard for tonight. I want you loud, cum so fucking loud that the neighbours start to complain.”

“I might, I might,” Jini moans and throws an arm around Seulgi’s shoulder. The two share an intimate gaze before Seulgi’s lips crash down on Jini’s chin. Another exposed weak spot that sends Jini spiraling into an abyss of more and more pleasure. She is falling, but not from Seulgi’s thigh. The older girl makes sure of that. 

Soon Jini is riding on her own, wetting those black jeans. She finds it a bit sad that Seulgi gives her everything but she can’t seem to give her pleasure back. In an attempt to change this, Jini tries to sneak a hand into the top of Seulgi’s jeans after opening the button. At first successful, then futile. It urges Seulgi on more. She plants her fingers on Jini’s clit and rubs her in circles. 

“Oh, fuck, Seul-gi!”

The tempo is slow but perfect. The timing is immaculate and Jini becomes a fountain. She squirts out her second orgasm all over Seulgi’s crotch, drenches her clothes and the edge of the bed in her girl cum, all while her voice finds new levels of volume. The bed shakes, the ceiling shakes, Jini’s world shakes as her orgasm washes everything away. Before the concoction of alcohol and orgasmic pleasure can push her into a blissful slumber, Seulgi kisses her with a giggle.

“After you wake up, you better get rid of my pants before using your fingers, babe~”

#

“Hello, it’s nice to meet you. You must be Miss Choi? Miss Kang told me a lot about you.” 

“The pleasure is all mine, but please, just call me Jini. I’ve always been called by my stage name.”

“I’d love to do that. How about we sit down and you just tell me a little bit about yourself? I know that this organization has, rightfully so, put a lot of trust into your abilities. I personally value the recommendation of Miss Kang a lot, but I’d like you to tell me more, if you don’t mind?”

“I don’t mind at all. I think that my personal manager should know what they are getting into. I wouldn’t want to surprise you with something.”

“Wwe are on the same page then. Excellent.”

“It might sound a bit odd, but I think I should start off by saying that I, uhm, like girls and have a… very vibrant life when it comes to relationships and… yeah.”

“Oh, I can’t say this surprises me.”

“Uhm, what?”

“Well, I know Miss Kang has certain tendencies when it comes to this. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t mind and I don’t care. As long as I know everything I need to know to manage around certain things, you are free to do whatever you like.”

“R-really?”

“Yeah, sure. It’s my job as your manager to support and protect you.” 

“You have no idea how much this means to me!”

You scratch the back of your head. The beautifully dressed girl in front of you smiles from one ear to the other, lyrics sheet in one hand, in the other the freshly signed contract. You don’t know why, but you surely seemed to have made her smile. So smile back. 

“You’re welcome, I guess?”

[postarie]

[terras-domain]

Memories of Us

Characters: Kim Chaehyun, Yu Jimin (Karina)

Tags: friends with benefits, sensual, lesbian sex, titty play, pussy play, somewhat fluff

Words: 1869 words

Author's Note: Hiiiiii terra here! Tbh I'm really excited for this work especially if it blows out. I think the dynamic between Chaehyun and Karina would work so well together especially since surprise surprise CHAEHYUN WAS FROM FUCKING SM! I think we can lead this to adding another idol which I'm pretty sure we all know who if it's Yu Jimin, right? In any case, I'll do my best to this work and if I think it's good enough, I'll try to do continue it more as a series. Enjoy <33!

"With MY world in the back, WORLD in the back YEAH!" As the song slowly ended, Chaehyun hurries towards Karina, wrapping her arms around her hips as Karina looks at her with a soft smile, patting her head before looking at the camera, waving to end the TikTok challenge for Drama. "Alright, thank you so much for your hard work, girls." The cameraman showed a thumbs up as the crew clapped their hands for their hard work, starting to pack up their tools and get going for the next video production. "Uwaaah~ unnie you did so well~" Chaehyun's eyes sparkles as she looks up to Karina, clearly enthusiastic of meeting her old friend back when she was an SM trainee. "Awww Chaehyun knock it off with the formals~! Jimin is good enough and you know that, right?" Karina giggled, seeing the bubbly Chaehyun in front of her, rolling back their trainee days. The times where Chaehyun had to endure a lot of criticisms for her lack of dancing and her body shape, Karina has always been there to support and comfort her, often giving her encouragement to do better too. Such precious memories for the Kep1er vocalist even though it was short due to SM terminating her contract.

After a little small talk, Karina invited Chaehyun to relax at aespa's waiting room. The girls are out to buy coffee at the barista downstairs, so it'll be just the two of them for the time being. As they both lounged on the couch, Chaehyun leaned down to Karina's shoulders, sighing. "I missed you, Jiminnie." Her tone started to sound like a vent. Karina, who is still clueless about the situation, only patted her head, smiling while still scrolling through her Instagram feed. "Awww, but I'm here now, right? Hahah c'mon Chae~ cheer up a bit." Karina playfully caressed Chaehyun's cheeks, pinching and pulling it while giggling as the ex-SM trainee pouted. "I'm being serious here Jimiiin~" She scowled and threw a little tantrum, which only fueled Karina's laughter more, seeing Chaehyun's adorable face blush red from anger and embarrassment. She has to admit, she did miss teasing Chaehyun, although she does have Winter as her victim now.

Despite Chaehyun's adorable growls of frustration, Karina still didn't take her seriously. Her hands are still fixated on Chaehyun round puffy face, squishing her cheeks and pinching them occasionally. It was at that point Chaehyun lost it, grabbing her unnie's hands and pushing them away and now hugging her tight, almost like she's trying to squeeze her body. "Unniieeeee! I'm being serious here!" Her red flushed face faced to the cushions of the couch. Blushing from her out of character behaviour, she can't even move a muscle, still flustered from her actions towards her unnie that she looks up to so much. Karina could only bite her lips, trying not to burst out and laugh. After taking a long, deep breath, Karina sighed, and slowly tapped her old colleague's scalp, scratching it a bit as if she's doing one of her ASMR lives, trying to comfort the shy Chaehyun. "Alright Chae Chae, what is it? I'll take you seriously this time~" She smiled as soon as Chaehyun's face lifts up, pouting as her large round eyes shined back too Karina's. "I missed you, Jiminnie."

Karina only sighed as she smiled, looking art her old friend being as clingy and adorable as she remembers, the same Kim Chaehyun she spends her time with for years together in the SM building. She can see the attachment Chaehyun had with her, and it melted her heart. "I missed you too, Chaehyun." Karina ruffled Chaehyun's hair, before her hand guided the main vocalist up, making their faces level. Karina slowly lifted up Chaehyun's bangs, giving her a kiss on the forehead. "I'm here for you Chae~" a soft whisper echoed into Chaehyun's ear, giving her goosebumps, both from the cringeyness of Karina's words but also the nostalgia. The feeling when she always had Karina by her side, caring and supporting her every step of the way. After the kiss Karina gave on her forehead, Chaehyun looked as if she spaced out, lost in thought. "Chae...?" Karina snapped her fingers, trying to gain her consciousness again. She eventually did, but not a word was let out of her mouth. Instead a kiss on the cheeks, her mouth charging to Karina's.

"Mh~!" Karina was flustered, but also not really surprised by the sudden reaction by Chaehyun. She's always been a clingy little baby to her and she guesses that little clinginess never faded away from Chaehyun's nature. Instead of pushing her away, Karina embraced her, tucking Chaehyun's long wavy hair behind her ears as Karina softly caressed the back of her scalp. The kiss lasted for about 30 seconds before Karina broke the two pairs of lips' moment of connection, leaving the two in a state of silence. Chaehyun was blushing, red as a tomato and Karina was just trying to process the whole situation, not knowing what to do. "J-Jiminnie~ I want m-more, please~!" With her face facing the couch, Chaehyun's plead for satisfaction was said aloud, finally admitting to her desires.

Karina could never say no to those cute puppy eyes of Chaehyun. All she could do is please Chaehyun's undying desire for her. Her former colleague in SM, both now in seperate ways, but their lips never this close in their lives. Karina pinning the Kep1er member to the wall and kissing her pretty mouth, occasionally sucking on Chaehyun's tongue which made her whimper, melting in Karina's arms. "Fuuuuck~ Jiminnie~" Chaehyun was just a mess at that point, having her mouth dominated by her old friend back in SM, her whimpers and words weren't even fully audible due to her lips being locked my Karina's. The aespa leader takes charge, tiptoeing her fingers slowly towards Chaehyun's crotch, touching the wet spot on her safety shorts. "You've been enjoying a lot haven't you, Chae?" Chaehyun couldn't do a thing but pout and nod to Karina's question.

The excited Yu Jimin giggled, seeing how adorable Chaehyun is behaving, making the sexual tension in the room sky rocket. Karina guided Chaehyun to lean back to her seat, letting her more access to take the lead. Karina gently removes Chaehyun's top, not completely off, just enough to see her bare tits out. They both know that the staff could crash in the room any moment and it's gonna be one hell of an explanation to get them off this situation. "You're so hard here too Chaehyunnie~" Karina looked at her friend's volumed breasts, her nipples getting hard and stiff from the stimulation and the cool-airconditioned room. Chaehyun let out a soft moan before she managed to answer as Karina's mouth takes in her left nipple, sucking on it gently. "Jiminnie~ wait...nghhh-" Chaehyun bit her lips, containing her moans from escaping, she doesn't want the staff to catch them like this. Or even worse, the rest of the aespa members seeing them like this.

Karina continues her pursuit, now her hands roaming towards Chaehyun's inner thighs, hiking up her skirt. "Let me please you down there too, Chaehyun" she whispered, sending shivers down Chaehyun's spine. Chaehyun could feel Karina's hand moving closer to cunt, slowly touching her pussy covered in the white cloth of her panties, dribbles of precum painting on her underwear painting the situation, Chaehyun an absolute mess for Karina. She took charge of the situation by starting to rub her fingers gently on Chaehyun's panties, all whilst her mouth kept on sucking on her old friend's round boob, sucking with Karina's eyes sparkling at Chaehyun's. "Jiminnie, it feels so fucking good~" Chaehyun's moans finally made some human words out. It was words of encouragement for Karina to do more, and more did she do. Karina's hand slide Chaehyun's panties to the side, revealing her pink temple, where Karina starts to slide her index and middle finger inside Chaehyun's pussy. The stimulation made her scream out a moan, Chaehyun starting to lose her cool and turns into a moaning mess, enjoying her old friend's gentle fingers, digging in her cunt which made her twitch and shiver. "Jiminnie~, I'm gonna cum~" Chaehyun cries, putting a smirk on Karina's face. "Cum for me then, Chae. I want you to lots of pleasure~" "oh god, Jiminnie, I'm cummiiiiing!" Karina's words was more than enough to make her cum, releasing out her pleasures and coats Karina's two fingers.

The after effects of Karina's assault on her pussy, Chaehyun is left panting, reaching for air. "Jiminnie, I wanna make you cum too" her eyes looked straight at Karina's eyes, then tracing down her body. Karina, needing to let it out, is as eager as her old trainee partner is. "I need it to Chae. Make me feel good." She asked, her breathy voice sounded full of lust as she undoes her pants, showing her bare cunt. The room is ever so chilly yet the tension between is too hot to handle. Chaehyun didn't need an instruction to understand the situation; instantly falling to her knees, between Yu Jimin's legs. Chaehyun takes her tongue out, her mouth now on Karina's pussy, starting to lick it while looking up at the aespa leader's eyes.

Karina tilted her head back, feeling the cold tender lips of Chaehyun starting to give the attention she needed, making her moan as her hands hold on her boobs, groping herself as she enjoys the pleasure. "F-fuuuuck, yes Chae~. Just like that, I love your mouth so bad." Once again, Chaehyun is motivated by Karina's words, Chaehyun gets her mouth to work even more, letting her tongue get inside her pussy. Her mouth did a great job in turning on Karina, as she moans louder, getting herself more stimulated, moaning loudly as her hand is on Chaehyun's long hair. "Fuuuck Chaehyun. I can't do this any longer. I-I wanna cum" Chaehyun didn't reply, only a nod from her whilst remaining between Karina's legs as the room is now only filled with Karina's moans. Karina gripped Chaehyun's hair, flexing her thighs as her body shivers, unable to take it any longer. "Chae, I'm cumming I'm cumming I'm cummiiiiing!" Karina grunted, screaming out her moans as she squirts on Chaehyun's adorable round face. Chaehyun whimpered, tasting her lovable Yu Jimin's sweet cum, looking up to her face, covered in cum.

"That was amazing Chae~" Karina smiled, exhaustion is displayed on her face, the same can be same can be said to Chaehyun. Chaehyun got up and to Karina's face she aims, kissing her passionately, sharing the taste of the aespa ace's cum. They enjoy a deep kiss for a moment before their lips depart, smiling at each other. "Let's clean up this mess before anybody sees us like this shall we?" Karina tilted her head, painting a smile on her face to Chaehyun as the Kep1er vocalist replies with a bright smile. "Of course Jiminnie, this is our little secret, right?" She asked, as they both stood up and looked at each other's messy faces. Karina's reply, a giggle and her index finger on her lips, sealing the deal of their sweet little secret.

[theirisianprincess]

I'm going to make a wild prediction

[misahyochaeng]

“Deal With The Devil.”

(Momo x Mina🌧️🔞)

cw: horror, thriller, Momo x Mina, artist!mina, Ceo!momo, blood, gore, drug use, mentions of overdose, alcohol abuse, physical abuse, stockholm syndrome, emotional/mental abuse, forced drug use. mentions of suicidal thoughts, mentions of self harm, etc.

a/n: this is work of fiction only, i don’t condone any of the things stated in this book, please read at your own risk.

—

“Come back when you have something worth showing.”

Alone, the artist’s eyes fell to the empty canvas. How much more could they give?

That night, a stranger knocked.

—

It was late on October 25th, the air crisp as Mina walked toward her apartment, hands tucked into her jacket pockets. Each step echoed softly on the pavement, the streetlights flickering faintly above her.

Fifty-three.

Sixty-six.

Three hundred.

Counting her steps—an old habit she couldn’t shake—she felt the chill creep up her spine.

Mina was drowning in debt, a starving artist whose emotions spilled onto the canvas, yet her work never garnered the attention it deserved. Everyone seemed to prefer all the modern art bullshit, Mina thought it was rather stupid how a single red line on a canvas could cost over a million.

The pent-up stress coursing through her made Mina fumble her keys as she unlocked the door. Her jaw clenched tightly as she dropped her messenger bag onto the wooden floor, the sound of paintbrushes rattling against each other echoing through the apartment.

She stumbled into her room, a reflection of her mind. Paint stains splattered the floor, and a trash bag overflowed with discarded sketches, each one a reminder of her failed attempts. Canvases leaned erratically against one another like towers. It was a mess, and her life felt just as tangled

Mina sat down at her desk, pushing aside paint palettes and tubes of acrylics to pull out her laptop. She noticed an email from the Riverside Academy of Visual and Performing Arts.

“Dear Students,

Join us this Saturday at 2 PM at The Contemporary Art Museum for an art gallery event. All students are invited to present and sell their artwork.

Representatives from various art agencies will be scouting for new talent and potential contracts, so don’t miss this chance to gain exposure!

Best,

The Riverside Academy Team”

As she read the email, a tiny twinge of hope blossomed within her. Maybe this was her chance. Perhaps she could finally repay her debts and secure a stable job doing something she truly aspired. The thought ignited a spark in her weary heart, pushing aside the weight of her worries, if only for a moment.

That night, Mina stayed up late, feeling inspired, she painted for hours, barely getting sleep, but it was worth it knowing that maybe- just maybe. She might be able to finally impress someone.

Though that faith was cut rather short.

As she got to the museum, hands crammed with canvases and folders, eyeing the amount of people inside struck a bit of doubt in her.

What if she’s not good enough?

She put up her booth rather enthusiastically, making it seem as lavish as possible with the display, hoping she could catch some attention.

She counted the hours.

One.

Three.

Four.

Five.

Six.

This isn’t worth it.

Mina looked down in shame, her shoulders slumped and breaths shallow. Her vacant eyes settled on her trembling hands. In that moment, it felt like hope had slipped through her fingers, leaving nothing behind but despair.

A loud thud.

Mina looked up, startled, as the stack of cash landed on her table with a rather solid thud. The woman standing before her was striking, draped in an elegant coat with a devilish red tone, blonde hair tied up in a ponytail with her bags framing her face, her expression calm yet focused.

“I couldn’t help but notice your work,” the woman said, her voice smooth and assured. “You can call me Momo. I’m a patron of the arts, and I have an agency that specializes in nurturing talent like yours.”

Mina blinked, unsure whether to feel flattered or wary. Her mind raced, unable to ignore the stack of cash between them. “Uh..”

Momo continued, her gaze almost obsessive as it flickered over the scattered canvases. “You have real potential, Mina. But potential alone doesn’t pay the bills, does it? Work with me, work with my agency, and I can offer you fame, wealth, and recognition—everything you’ve ever wanted. All you have to do is sign, Darling.”

Mina hesitated, her heart pounding. A contract? It sounded too good to be true. But then again, what did she have to lose? Her debts were drowning her, and no one else had ever shown this level of interest in her work. She glanced down at her trembling hands, then back at Momo.

“What’s the catch?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Momo smiled, sliding a simple contract across the table. “No catch, Baby. Just your signature, and in return, you’ll have everything you’ve dreamed of.”

Desperation gnawed at Mina’s thoughts. The offer felt like a lifeline, one she couldn’t afford to ignore. She picked up the pen, hand shaking, and signed her name.

In the days that followed, Mina’s life transformed in ways she had never imagined. Momo wasted no time getting her involved in the art scene. She arranged for Mina’s work to be displayed in a gallery showcasing emerging artists, providing her with all the necessary materials and connections. The first exhibition was a whirlwind of excitement, with people buzzing about her art, the vibrant colors, and the raw emotions that flowed from each canvas.

It was odd.

Six days.

—

Mina's face smashed against the cold table, her cheek scraping against its rough surface. Her pulse thundered in her ears as Momo’s grip tightened like a vice around her skull. Blood trickled from a small gash on her forehead, mixing with the scattered coke dust that Momo had laid out in perfect, cruel lines.

“You really think you’re different?” Momo’s voice was venomous, her patience long gone. The faint, devilish glint in her eye had transformed into something far darker, more sadistic. “You’re just like the others. A worthless artist who thinks they can make it without sacrifice.”

Mina whimpered, her breaths shallow and ragged, but Momo didn’t ease her hold. Instead, with a sudden violent jerk, Momo slammed Mina’s head harder into the table, the impact reverberating through her body. Mina let out a muffled cry, her nose smashing against the surface. Blood spurted out, warm and thick, mingling with the white powder on the table.

“You’ll do it,” Momo hissed, her hand forcing Mina’s face closer to the lines of cocaine, blood dripping into the powder, staining it red. “Or I’ll make sure you never paint again. You’ll be nothing. You hear me, bitch?! Nothing.”

Mina gasped, the coppery taste of blood filling her mouth. It was warm. She tried to pull away, her limbs weak, but Momo was relentless. There was no escape, only the suffocating pressure of Momo’s grip and the darkness creeping at the edges of her vision.

“Snort it,” Momo commanded, her voice low and dripping with malice. “Now.”

Mina hesitated, and that was all it took for Momo to slam her head once more. This time, the crack of bone was unmistakable. Pain exploded through Mina’s skull, her nose now shattered, blood pouring freely down her face. She screamed, but Momo didn’t care.

“You want to pay off your debts? You want success?” Momo spat, pressing Mina’s face into the blood-soaked lines of cocaine. “Then this is what you’ll do.”

With no choice, tears streaming down her bloodied face, Mina inhaled.

She counted.

One.

The dust, mixed with her own blood, burned as it shot through her nostrils. Her head spun wildly, the pain and the drug warping her senses. Her vision blurred, the edges of her sight twisting in a nauseating spiral.

Two.

Her body trembled violently, muscles spasming uncontrollably. The high hit her like a sledgehammer, the rush almost unbearable. Her heart pounded so hard it felt like it would tear through her chest.

Three.

Blood continued to drip from her nose, splattering on the table, pooling around her face. Her throat closed up, choking on the iron taste of blood and the harsh sting of the drug. She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think.

Four.

Mina convulsed, her body seizing up as the substance tore through her veins. The room spun violently, a sickening blur of colors and shapes. Everything was too loud, too bright, too sharp.

Five.

Momo watched with twisted satisfaction, her lips curling into a dark, wicked smile. “That’s it. Keep going. You’re almost there, you’re being such a good girl, Minari.” she purred, her hand still gripping Mina’s hair, pulling her head back just enough to force her into another line.

Six.

Mina’s body collapsed onto the table, limp and drenched in sweat. Her breaths were shallow, her heart racing beyond control. Blood and cocaine mixed together, staining the table and her face. Her vision swam, darkness creeping in from the corners of her eyes.

Momo crouched beside her, her lips close to Mina’s ear. “This is what it takes,” she whispered, her tone icy and void of any humanity. “You want to make it? You have to bleed for it.”

Mina’s world faded into a haze of pain, blood, and betrayal, her broken body slumped on the table, completely at Momo’s mercy, vision going blurry as she fell unconscious.

It’s been six hours.

—

Mina’s eyes blinked open to an all-white room, cold and sterile, the air-conditioning biting into her skin. She laid still, disoriented, her mind a foggy blank as she stared up at the glaring lights above. Every inch of her body felt tender, bruised, especially her head, wrapped tightly in bandages. She tried to move, but a sharp ache shot through her, making her wince.

“Mina,” a familiar voice spoke softly. She turned her head, vision adjusting to see Momo seated casually on a sleek couch beside her, legs spread, watching her with an unsettling calm.

“What... happened?” Mina murmured, touching the bandages on her head and arms, flinching at the pain.

Momo leaned forward, her fingers reaching out to brush a loose strand of hair from Mina’s face. “You fainted,” she said smoothly, her voice laced with concern. “We were just about to eat, and you lost consciousness. Hit your head pretty badly.” She gestured to the bandages. “I took care of you.”

Mina tried to piece together the fragments in her mind, but all she could recall was the coldness of the room, and Momo’s face, blurred in the haze.

Momo smiled gently, reaching into her bag and pulling out a thick stack of cash. “Look at this,” she said, her tone rich with satisfaction. “Your paintings sold—most of them. People can’t get enough of your work, Mina. I’m proud of you.”

A strange warmth filled Mina’s chest, a sense of reassurance in Momo’s words. The pain, the fog, all seemed to dull beneath Momo’s praise. Despite everything—the hazy memories, the pain laced with uncertainty—the comfort of her words wrapped around Mina like a promise. It didn’t matter how hurt she was. Momo was proud, and that was something she couldn’t let go of.

The next day, Mina’s world transformed. Her work sold faster than she could keep up with—gallery after gallery clamored to showcase her pieces. Strangers admired her, articles praised her raw talent, and the haunting beauty she poured onto each canvas. For the first time, she paid off her debts, the weight lifting from her shoulders in one exhilarating rush. And yet, as much as she told herself this was everything she wanted, something felt... wrong.

Every day, Momo seemed to tighten her grip. She hovered over Mina, watching with an obsessive gleam in her eyes, her words laced with that possessive edge. "You don’t realize how big you’re becoming, Mina," Momo murmured, her hand lingering on Mina’s waist, mouth nipping at her earlobe slightly. "This is just the start. Our start. Think of what we can accomplish together."

Mina swallowed, feeling a strange mix of warmth and fear. “I—I appreciate everything you’re doing, Momo, but... sometimes it feels like... like I’m not even myself anymore.”

Momo’s gaze darkened, her grip tightening slightly. “That’s the price of greatness,” she replied smoothly, almost whispering in Mina’s ear. “Don’t tell me you’re thinking of throwing all of this away now. Not after how far I’ve brought you.” Her voice softened, almost tender. “I’ve put so much into this—into you. You wouldn’t want to disappoint me, would you?”

The words sent a chill down Mina’s spine, yet she couldn’t bring herself to pull away. Instead, she felt herself nodding, even as that hollow feeling gnawed deeper inside her.

Alone in her studio later that night, Mina’s gaze wandered to the cluttered corner of the room, where a bottle of whiskey sat, glinting in the dim light. She hesitated, heart pounding. The emptiness inside her seemed to grow, consuming every bit of joy the success had brought. She reached for the bottle, her fingers grazing the glass.

“Maybe... just a little,” she whispered to herself, as if reassuring the craving that throbbed beneath her skin.

She reached for the bottle.

—

Puke.

I can’t.

I need to stop.

My stomach twists, heaves, acid burning up my throat. I gasp for air, try to pull myself back, but my hand reaches for the bottle again, fingers shaky.

Mina? What is wrong with you?

This isn’t you. Get a grip.

Five shots. One more. Just one. I swear it’ll be the last.

But it isn’t.

It never is.

It isn’t enough.

I’m not enough.

She doubled over again, retching as her body betrayed her, emptying out whatever remnants she had left. The room spun violently around her, each breath scraping raw in her throat. Her fingers barely gripped the bottle, slipping with every attempt to bring it back to her lips, but she couldn’t stop. The numbness was fading too fast; she needed it to stick.

A wave of dizziness washed over her, her head pounding like a drum, each beat a painful reminder of her body’s limits. Just as she took another shuddering breath, the door swung open.

“Mina!” Momo’s voice sliced through the room, harsh and unforgiving. She stood there, her eyes narrowing with disgust as she took in the scene before her.

Mina lifted her head, face pale and tear-streaked, body trembling. “I’m... fine,” she mumbled, slurring her words as she reached clumsily for the bottle again.

Momo’s patience snapped. With swift, ruthless force, she kicked Mina’s leg, sending a sharp jolt of pain through her. “Look at yourself. Pathetic.”

Mina whimpered, instinctively clinging to Momo’s legs even as another kick bruised her ribs. “I’m sorry,” she sobbed, her voice breaking.

“You’re ruining everything,” Momo sneered. “Artists don’t do this! You’re a joke if you think anyone will care about your art like this.”

Despite the pain, despite the sting of every insult, Mina held onto Momo tightly, feeling a twisted sense of comfort in her presence. Her heart ached with confusion and attachment, even as the bruises began to darken across her skin.

Mina choked on a sob, her voice breaking as she tried to form words. “Please, Momo… don’t go. I’m sorry, I’ll do better… please…” Her fingers clawed desperately at Momo’s legs, clinging with the last bit of strength she had. She screamed through her tears, each word laced with a desperation that shook her whole body.

But Momo only sneered, her expression cold as she yanked her leg away and kicked harder, her heel striking into Mina’s ribs. Mina gasped, curling in on herself, yet she still reached out, grabbing onto Momo’s ankle, clinging like her life depended on it. “I can’t… I can’t lose you,” she sobbed, her nails digging in as if her grip could keep Momo from leaving.

Another brutal kick, this time to her shoulder, sent her sprawling. The pain was blinding, her body shaking as she lay on the floor, wracked with sobs that echoed through the room. But even then, she tried to crawl back, to reach Momo, her voice hoarse as she begged, “Please… don’t leave me. I’m nothing without you. I’ll be better, I’ll stop, I swear… just… stay.”

Momo looked down at her, disgust evident in every line of her face. She stepped back, watching Mina writhe, her lips curling into a cruel smile. “You’re pathetic, Mina. Nothing but a sad, helpless little mess.”

Mina’s heart shattered, yet she still sobbed, crawling forward, her hands trembling as she reached out one last time.

You’re not enough.

Momo’s expression softened as she finally bent down, lifting Mina up, her touch unexpectedly gentle as she cradled the sobbing girl in her arms. Mina clung to her, a trembling mess, burying her tear-streaked face into Momo’s shoulder as she let out ragged cries. Each broken sob echoed through the room, and Momo’s hand stroked her hair, her voice laced with an unsettling tenderness. “Shh, Mina. I’m here. I won’t leave you. It’s all right,” she murmured, her words dripping with a strange, quiet control.

Mina was limp, her body still aching from the brutal kicks, yet she melted into Momo’s arms, needing the comfort even as her mind spun with confusion. She barely registered it when Momo led her to the bathroom, easing her down into the warm water, holding her steady as she washed away the remnants of pain and shame. Momo’s hands moved with an eerie gentleness, wiping away the dirt and sweat, fingers lingering just a little too long, each caress meant to calm but somehow unnervingly possessive.

Soft, delicate kisses brushed Mina’s forehead, her cheeks, her shoulder, as Momo whispered praise in her ear. “You’re doing so well. Everything will be perfect now,” she murmured. Mina’s exhaustion dulled her senses, and she clung to the soothing, surreal comfort, her grip tight on Momo’s wrist as she leaned back, eyes drifting closed in a haze.

Once bathed and dressed, Momo helped Mina to bed, settling her beneath the covers with unnaturally tender care. She stroked Mina’s hair as her eyes fluttered open and closed, still unfocused. Momo’s face hovered just inches from hers, the warmth of her breath soft against Mina’s skin as she murmured, “Sleep, my little muse. I’ll be here. Always.”

But just as Mina’s eyes closed, she felt something wrong—a chill that slipped through her bones, cutting through the comfort like a blade. She tried to ignore it, to fall into the warmth, but an icy dread clung to her, refusing to let go. In the dim light, Momo’s smile lingered, a little too sharp, her eyes watching with a quiet, unsettling intensity that lingered even as darkness pulled Mina under.

And just before she drifted into sleep, one thought clawed at her mind, faint but chilling: Something’s not right. This isn’t love—it’s something else.

—

It was an endless loop. Sell out. Earn money. Drink until numb. Over and over, Momo’s presence threaded through every moment—a vicious cycle of pain and comfort. Momo would lash out, her words and hands leaving marks that stained more than Mina’s skin. But then she would turn, almost as if transformed, wrapping Mina in her arms, whispering soft reassurances that kept her bound to this twisted existence.

Mina felt herself growing sick of it, her mind fraying at the edges, body worn down from the brutal highs and lows. Every morning, she told herself she would break free, but the ecstasy of drowning in racks of cash, of seeing her name celebrated and her art prized, held her tight. But something was wrong; she could feel it gnawing at the back of her mind like an unshakable shadow. She wanted it all to stop, to escape from Momo’s control, but the pull was too strong, too consuming.

Then, from somewhere beyond the walls of her room, she heard it—a loud, guttural groan, almost inhuman. The sound froze her, a sick, cold dread sinking into her bones. Her mind raced, but she couldn’t make sense of it, couldn’t decide if it was real or just another illusion conjured by Momo’s games.

Six hours, 56 minutes.

10 minutes.

Mina laid in bed, her heart pounding, as she tried to drown out the muffled groans coming from somewhere in the house. They grew louder, each one more painful and desperate.

They grew louder, each one more painful and desperate.

What is going on?

She slipped out of bed, tiptoeing through the darkened halls, every step weighted with dread. Only one light was on—Momo’s office. A red glow seeped from the cracked door, casting long, sinister shadows down the hallway. She hesitated, a deep, gnawing fear twisting in her gut, but concern for Momo pushed her forward.

She reached the door and, holding her breath, nudged it open. Her eyes widened in horror.

Momo was there, her back facing the door, hunched over something. She didn’t look human—not entirely. Her skin seemed to shimmer with an unnatural pallor, her hair clinging to her in a way that was almost corpse-like. The room reeked of rot, a sickly-sweet stench that made Mina’s stomach churn. Artworks from various artists were strewn everywhere, slashed and torn apart, the vibrant colors smeared like blood across the walls and floors. But it was the sounds—the grotesque slurping, the guttural groans—that rooted Mina in place.

And then she saw it. Momo was devouring something—or someone. A figure stood crumpled beneath her, lifeless and drained. Recognition struck Mina like a lightning bolt. Chaeyoung. Her friend.

No, fuck… No..

A wave of sick realization washed over her. Chaeyoung had once mentioned a contract—a mysterious blonde woman who had promised her success. She was desperate, so deep in her suicidal and self harming thoughts that when she reached out It had seemed too good to be true. Now Mina understood, the horror hitting her full force. Momo was… the devil.

Momo groaned, her back heaving, and in one swift, primal movement, she tore Chaeyoung’s head from her body. Blood splattered, painting the walls in sickening red streaks, filling the room with the thick, metallic scent. Mina took a step back, bile rising in her throat, but the floor creaked beneath her.

Momo froze.

Slowly, she turned, her face a twisted version of itself. Her skin was ashen, her eyes bloodshot, the whites replaced by a sickly yellow. Her teeth jutted out in jagged, spiky points, drenched in fresh blood that dripped in slow, deliberate drops. There was something wrong with her form, something that resonated with an ancient, primal terror deep inside Mina. Momo’s lips pulled back in a grotesque grin, revealing a maw that seemed too wide, too wrong.

Momo’s bloodshot eyes locked onto Mina, a guttural, inhuman groan bubbling up from her throat as she took a slow, menacing step forward, her blood-soaked mouth curling with a twisted hunger.

Mina stumbled back, terror squeezing her chest, and then she turned.

And ran.

Mina kicked and thrashed against Momo’s hold, but her strength was waning, each movement feeling heavier as Momo’s nails dug into her throat, their sharp points like ice-cold steel pressing down. Her vision began to blur as Momo’s voice, twisted and cruel, came in waves around her.

Count your steps.

Why aren’t you counting.

Stop it.

One.

Two.

Fuck.

Six.

Six.

Six.

I lost count.

WHY CANT YOU KEEP COUNT.

“You think you can escape?” Momo’s voice was low and chilling, each word punctuated with a slow, mocking laugh that rumbled through the dark house. “You signed your life away, Mina. You belong to me now.”

The words rang in Mina’s ears, each syllable pulling her deeper into despair. The walls around them seemed to pulse and twist, dark shadows creeping along the floor, framing Momo’s figure as she loomed above her, her mouth stretched into a grotesque grin. Mina’s chest heaved as she struggled, the air growing thick, as if the house itself were swallowing her whole.

With one last surge of desperation, Mina managed to kick free, twisting out of Momo’s grasp. She stumbled backward, her legs shaking, and gasped for air, her fingers instinctively reaching up to her bruised throat. But Momo didn’t falter—she simply tilted her head, watching Mina with a sinister amusement, her eyes glowing with an unnatural, predatory light.

The room spun, flickering between reality and nightmare. Momo’s face shifted in the dim light, her features warping like melted wax, her eyes hollowing and darkening until they resembled endless pits. She grinned, her mouth stretching unnaturally wide, revealing rows of sharp, jagged teeth glistening with blood. And from somewhere in the depths of that darkness, Mina thought she saw something—an odd, fleeting look of sorrow, buried deep beneath Momo’s terrifying gaze.

Mina’s head pounded as her heartbeat thundered in her ears. She stumbled back, her body instinctively pulling away from the horrific sight. The walls began to close in, and the air thickened with the coppery smell of blood. Just as she turned to flee, she tripped, collapsing onto the floor. She clawed at the ground, desperate to crawl away, but the floor beneath her felt as if it were shifting, moving, pulling her down. She struggled, nails scraping against the hardwood, the sound of splintering wood and snapping nails filling her ears.

Momo advanced, slow and deliberate, her shadow swallowing the room as she leaned down. She grabbed Mina’s leg, her grip so tight that Mina felt a sharp, searing pain as Momo twisted her ankle, tearing at her tendons like brittle thread. Mina screamed, agony rippling through her body, she kicked back, dislocating Momo’s jaw to the side, but Momo’s gaze remained detached, almost bored.

“You’re worthless,” Momo snarled, her voice deepening to something inhuman, something that reverberated through the very walls. “Just a pretty little pawn… my puppet, my dinner.”

Mina’s vision blurred with tears as Momo’s hand snaked around her neck once more, lifting her up until her feet dangled just inches off the ground. She choked, gasping for air, her fingers clawing helplessly at Momo’s unyielding grip. The cold, stinging sensation crept up her body as her limbs grew weaker, her consciousness slipping.

And then, just as she was certain everything would fade to black, Momo released her. Mina crumpled to the floor, gasping, clutching her bruised throat as her head spun, the world around her distorted and fragmented. She blinked, struggling to ground herself, to make sense of her surroundings. The house was still, eerily quiet. No sounds of crashing walls, no shattered glass—everything was pristine.

She looked around, disoriented, her gaze landing on the mirror across the room. Her own reflection stared back, pale and shaken, eyes hollow with fear. She turned slowly, half-expecting Momo to be lurking behind her, but the room remained empty. The only sound was her own shallow breathing, echoing through the silence.

Had any of it been real? Or was it something else entirely?

A faint whisper echoed in her mind, Momo’s voice curling around her thoughts like smoke. “You’re mine, Mina. Forever.”

Her reflection seemed to shift in the mirror, just for an instant. And then, staring back at her, were Momo’s bloodshot eyes, watching her with that same unyielding, predatory gaze.

Six days.

[ultimatecerealfan]

top manga/manhwa i read 2024! wow my bias for the performing arts genre is really coming through. was surprisingly hard to make this list, it seems i read a lot less manga i liked last year than in 2023. i wanted to do more than 9 but ended up wishing i did less. 2025 lets go!

[otakebi-cam-wao]

someone on a discord server bout produce 101 japan the girls sent this

I REALLY CANNOT NOT THINK BOUT REBLOOM

i just see another version of kato cocoro and kasahara momona

[lunawriteskstuff]

im feeling such an urge to write an angsty ass cheating story but cant think of an idol/pairing to write it for😭

[blerdyotome]

Seven Seas Weekly Licensing Announcements Include Natsume Wants To Be Trained and More

It’s a new week and Seven Seas has new license announcements! This week’s lineup includes audiobooks, boys love manga, and more. So let’s check out what titles Seven Seas will be bringing us in the coming weeks and months! Natsume Wants To Be Trained In this Boys’ Love manga, one man’s desire to become better in bed leads him to an escort with quite the surprise! Natsume has a problem that’s…

[massivehyunlixshipper]

The soft hum of the studio filled the air as hyunjin leaned back in his chair, running a hand through his hair. The glow of the monitors reflected in his eyes, making them shine like the stars outside. It was the perfect environment for creativity, yet his mind was elsewhere focused on you.

You sat across from him, scrolling on your phone, occasionally glancing up to catch his eye. You had been friends for years, navigating the highs and lows of the industry together. It started with shared practices and late-night talks, evolving into something deeper, though neither of you dared to acknowledge it.

“Hey y/n” hyunjin said, breaking the silence. “Do you remember the first time we met” you looked up, your mouth curving into a smile. “Yeah. You spilled water all over me.” He chuckled, leaning forward. “I was so nervous. I thought you would hate me.” “Honestly, I was annoyed,” you admitted, “but then you made me laugh, so I didn’t stay mad.” His expression softened. “I’ve always liked how easy it is to talk to you.”

The moment hung in the air, the underlying tension in the air. You moved in your seat, aware of how close you were. “It is just… we have been through a lot together.it feels different now, doesn’t it?” hyunjin’ s gaze locked onto yours, the playful glint replaced with something deeper. “Yeah, it does.” Just then, the door swung open, and the other members burst in, their laughter filling the room. The moment was shattered, the bubble of intimacy replaced by the familiar chaos of friendship. But as you watched hyunjin interact with the others, a bittersweet ache settled in your chest.

He was the center of attention, his laughter echoing around the room. A quiet yearning stirred within you. His laughter blended with the others’, a sound you cherished, yet it also made you acutely aware of the distance between your feelings and the reality of your friendship.

As the group settled into the studio, you tried to shake off the moment you had shared with hyunjin. But the warmth of his gaze lingered in your mind, and every time your eyes met across the room your heart skipped a beat. The playful banter, the music and the laughter faded into background noise, and it was only you and him.

Later that night, as the members started to drift off to bed, you and hyunjin found yourselves alone in the studio again cleaning up after the days practice. The air was thick with unspoken words. “Hey,” he said, breaking the silence, “can we talk about what we touched on earlier? You know, the difference?” you nodded, feeling both nervous and excited. “Umm yeah.” hyunjin leaned against the table, arms crossed, a serious expression on his face “I have been thinking about us a lot lately. We have always been close, but now... it feels different now.”

“Yeah, it really” you agreed, stepping a little closer. “I have felt it too, especially with everything we have been through.” His gaze softened, and he ran a hand through his hair again, a nervous habit you had come to know well. “What if it complicates things? The group, the fans...”

You took a deep breath, stepping forward until you were directly in front of him. “I cannot ignore how I feel about you, hyunjin. I just... adore you but I do not want to ruin our friendship either.” his expression shifted, relief flooding his features.

“You do not know how much I have wanted to hear that. I thought that I was the only one who felt this way.” With a mix of excitement and apprehension, you reached out and gently held his hand. “Then we will figure it out together. We can take it slow and keep it between us.” He smiled a genuine smile that made your heart flutter. “I would love that, just us against the world.”

As you both stood there, the air crackling with tension and possibility, you felt a sense of hope blossom between you. The world outside the studio faded into the background as you focused solely on each other.

Thank you for reading my first story

Pt. 2 coming soon

[scoupsakakitty]

Can you do a fic about y/n being sick and trying to hide it from seventeen, but they find out and take care of y/n?

Lean on Me | idol!Svt x idol!Reader | 14th Member | fluff

The dorm was unusually quiet for a Thursday evening. Usually, it was alive with laughter, arguments over who stole whose snacks, and the sound of video games echoing from the living room. But tonight, the members of Seventeen were scattered some in their rooms, some out running errands, and a few in the practice room refining choreography.

You sat curled up on the corner of the couch, wrapped tightly in a blanket, scrolling mindlessly through your phone. The screen blurred in and out of focus as your vision swam, but you ignored it. The ache in your head had been steadily building all day, and no amount of water or quick naps seemed to help. Your throat burned, and every muscle in your body felt like it weighed twice as much as it should.

Still, you bit your lip and pushed through it.

You couldn’t let them find out.

It wasn’t that you didn’t trust them—quite the opposite. They were your family, your brothers, your support system. But they already had so much to deal with—comebacks, rehearsals, performances—and the last thing you wanted was to add yourself to their list of worries.

You coughed into your sleeve and winced. Bad move.

“Y/N?”

You froze.

Joshua stood in the doorway, his usual warm smile quickly fading as his eyes scanned your slouched posture and pale complexion.

“Hey,” you croaked, immediately clearing your throat to try and sound normal. “Did you need something?”

He raised an eyebrow and stepped closer. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah! Totally fine.” You sat up straighter, hoping it made you look less like someone who was about to collapse. “Just… tired.”

Joshua didn’t look convinced, but before he could press further, Jeonghan appeared behind him.

“What’s going on?” Jeonghan asked, his sharp gaze locking onto you like a laser.

“Y/N’s acting weird,” Joshua said without hesitation.

You shot him a look. Traitor.

“I’m not acting weird,” you insisted, but your voice cracked halfway through the sentence.

Jeonghan tilted his head, stepping closer until he could crouch in front of you. His eyes softened immediately.

“You’re burning up.”

Your stomach dropped.

“I’m not—”

“Don’t even try,” he cut you off. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

Because I didn’t want you to worry. Because I thought I could handle it. Because I didn’t want to be a burden.

The words stuck in your throat.

“Jeonghan? Joshua? What’s going on?”

And just like that, the floodgates opened.

One by one, the members began trickling into the living room, drawn by the commotion. Seungkwan, who’d just returned from the convenience store, immediately dropped his bags and rushed over. Seungcheol appeared moments later, his expression morphing from confusion to concern in seconds.

“Y/N, what’s wrong?” Seungcheol demanded.

“I’m fine,” you tried to say again, but the words sounded weaker this time, less believable.

“You’re not fine,” Mingyu cut in, crossing his arms. “You look like you’re about to pass out.”

“I told you guys, it’s just—”

“Nope.” Hoshi pointed at you with all the authority of a dance leader mid-rehearsal. “Stop talking. We’re taking care of you.”

“I don’t need—”

“Don’t even finish that sentence,” Seungcheol said firmly.

Before you could protest further, Woozi and Vernon were already rearranging the couch to make it more comfortable. DK sprinted off to grab pillows and blankets, while Joshua hurried to the kitchen to make tea.

Within minutes, you were bundled up and surrounded by Seventeen in full-on caretaker mode.

Mingyu returned from the kitchen with a steaming bowl of samgyetang—traditional Korean ginseng chicken soup, known for its healing properties. The rich aroma filled the room, and despite your fatigue, your stomach grumbled softly.

“Careful, it’s hot,” Mingyu said as he set the tray down in front of you. His usual playful demeanor was replaced by focused determination, and you couldn’t help but feel touched by the effort he’d put into making the dish.

“You really didn’t have to—”

“Yes, I did,” he interrupted, pulling up a chair beside you. “You barely ate anything today, and you need something warm in your stomach.”

You opened your mouth to protest, but one look at Mingyu’s stern expression and you quickly decided against it. Instead, you let him carefully blow on a spoonful of the broth before holding it out to you.

“Try this.”

You hesitated for a second, then leaned forward and took the bite. The warm, savory flavor spread through you instantly, soothing your throat and settling in your stomach like a comforting hug.

Mingyu smiled. “Good, right?”

You nodded, suddenly realizing just how hungry you were.

“Don’t forget the ginseng,” Joshua said, sitting down nearby. “It’ll help you get your energy back.”

“Mingyu’s cooking can heal anything,” DK added with a grin. “I bet you’ll feel 100% better by tomorrow.”

“Only if you finish the whole bowl,” Seungkwan said firmly. “No excuses.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t hide the smile tugging at your lips.

The rest of the evening passed in a blur of warmth and laughter.

Seungcheol took charge like the leader he was, delegating tasks and making sure you had everything you needed. Joshua and Jeonghan stayed close, constantly checking your temperature and refilling your tea.

Later, when the exhaustion became too much to fight, you fell asleep surrounded by the sound of Seventeen’s quiet conversations and laughter.

You woke up briefly to feel someone tucking another blanket around you.

“Sleep,” Seungcheol’s voice whispered.

And for the first time in days, you did.

The next morning, you woke up feeling a lot better and not just physically.

As you sat up and stretched, you noticed a note taped to the coffee table.

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**“Y/N—

We went to practice but didn’t want to wake you. Mingyu left more samgyetang in the fridge, and Joshua made extra tea. Seungcheol says to text him the moment you wake up.

P.S. Don’t even THINK about trying to do any chores today. Rest. Or else. —SVT”**

You laughed softly and leaned back against the cushions, the blanket still wrapped around your shoulders.

No matter what, they always had your back.

And honestly? You wouldn’t trade them for the world.

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[jet-grind]

[postarie]

[not-a-hazard]

Hibana's Profile page says her hobby is fighting games so I had to draw her playing some.

[joshhhhhhhhhhhhhhh]

I decided to read all of this that's out in one go and it's pretty cool so W