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Those Eyes Chico ༓ myg (m) | chapter one

✑ Summary: As the new marketing director for Min Yoongi’s upcoming D-Day album & tour, you’re expected to bring your expertise to the table. This shouldn’t be a problem—you’re the best in the business and you’re used to drawing a strict line between your professional and personal life. But what happens when the lines you’ve fought to keep as separate blur for the first time?

pairing: idol!yoongi x plus size!poc!reader

genre/AU: angst, fluff, smut, slowburn, coworkers2friends2lovers, winter setting, forbidden love,

word count: 6.5k+

warnings: oc is 28, Yoon is 30, oc is not originally from South Korea, oc has light brown eyes, swearing, mentions of alcohol consumption, mentions of anxiety, panic attacks, body insecurities, fear of being blacklisted, emotionally restrained yoon, unstable parental relationships, conservative parents, rude Hybe executive that should be fired, bestie!tae is wonderful support 🥹, and cute yoon and oc interactions bc yeah....its thier first time actually meeting so it must be cute!

now playing: Sweet Dreams by The Last Shadow Puppets

a/n: YAHHH chapter one!! Ok i apologize if the meeting is so long and drawn out...I really tried to make it fun but so much info is needed too haha. Anyway this series is dedicated to my wonderfully crazy friend and sorta beta, Gloom @theuselessdaydreamingidiot, and to all our fellow Yoon lovers bc we miss our sweet man SO MUCH 🥺 Enjoy! 🥰 Also huge thank you to @itaeewon for designing this beautiful series header! Love it!!

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Winter in Seoul feels like stepping onto the set of your most beloved holiday film.

As the brisk air wraps around you, delicate snowflakes gather atop your head, urging you to cocoon in your finest wool trench coat. Yet, despite the chill, the sight of frost-bitten trees basking in the morning's golden rays offers a source of warmth and delight. Perhaps the most radiant tree of them all is the towering Christmas tree that sits proudly in the heart of the city. Adorned with shimmering red and gold baubles, the giant evergreen catches the eye of every person that walks by–both tourists and locals alike.

Nearby shopping malls buzz with holiday fervor too as shoppers scour for treasures, couples engage in friendly competition to find the ultimate gift, and children line up to take their picture with Santa. But the best part is when night falls. The whole city comes alive with joy and laughter as loved ones meet one another on the ice-skating rinks, while karaoke bars echo tipsy renditions of timeless songs sung by overworked professionals, each with a bottle of soju in hand.

Yes, Seoul is a place for making memories and you’re in the thick of it.

Having been in the city for three years, one might assume you’ve become well accustomed to the energy of the season. You've really grown to love it here. But adjusting to the new environment is still proving to be a challenge, the most outstanding being the prevailing beauty standards.

Massive billboards featuring stunning models serve as constant reminders of the type of beauty one should aim to achieve as you commute to work. Impossible to miss are the shining examples themselves – iconic k-pop groups Seventeen, Red Velvet, EXO, BlackPink, Mamamoo, TXT, and of course BTS plastered on the side of every flat surface imaginable. You’re not exactly complaining about that aspect as you’ve helped design a good handful of them as a top marketing and advertising professional. But the strict image of what constitutes a beautiful and worthy individual weighs on you more than you’d like.

While a conventional body type isn’t what you’ve been given in this life, you don’t consider yourself to be completely unattractive either. Having high cheekbones, a strong jawline, striking light brown eyes, good enough ass, and a full chest shouldn’t classify as undesirable. Still, you wish you’d adopt this more body positive mindset rather than your current overthinking one. It’s easier said than done, being that you not only see idols everyday on the streets in digital form but at work as well.

You continue further into city until a set of tall, glass doors meet you mere steps away. You tilt your head back to catch the name of the skyscraper before nearing the building’s sturdy, silver handle.

BigHit Music.

Feeling its cool metal under your fingertips, the door swings open with an easier pull than imagined to welcome you into the bustling lobby. You feel a rush of confidence return to you upon entering– this is your domain, this is where you truly shine.

“Did you get the files I sent to you?”

The woman nods her head in affirmation while sweeping a few pieces of her long, silky hair behind an ear. To strangers, she appears to look about 24 which is only four years younger than yourself but nonetheless she’s the same age as you. Hei-Ran is her name, meaning “graceful orchid” according to Korean translation.

Hei-ran is one of Hybe’s newest hires and based on her experience, a near perfect fit to being South Korean boy group Tomorrow X Together’s new marketing manager. Until about three months ago, this had been your job.

You never imagined giving up the position after three years of working in the role. But with December right around the corner Hybe had other plans for you.

"Graduated summa cum laude with a bachelors degree in BTech in Electrical and Electronics Engineering and a MBA in Marketing from NYU Stern. You worked two years as a brand manager for U.S record label Atlantic Records immediately after graduating, and are now working at BigHit Music as a marketing manager for TXT including liaison with their global marketing team.”

You recall Bang PD's voice vibrate in the back of your mind from mid-August. You thought you were called into his office to discuss details of TXT’s latest promo, so having your resume read back to you was a sweeping curve ball. Your determination must have far exceeded the heaviness you felt in your chest because before you knew it you, you were shaking hands with your boss in acceptance of your role – the new marketing director for Min Yoongi’s upcoming D-Day album & tour.

The tedious knot that’s formed in the nape of your neck reminds you that as surreal as the situation might be, it’s undeniably real.

Months spent drafting a comprehensive marketing proposal for D-Day; often until the wee hours of the night, inevitably takes its toll on even the mightiest of warriors. An entire new team of fifty people, all of who you’ll be in charge of orchestrating for the next eight months, doesn’t provide much to relief either.

You’re excited nevertheless. Working with one of the most respected artists in the music industry is an opportunity you couldn’t let slip by, especially since the album’s rock-inspired genre aligns closely with your own music taste.

“Thank you so much for helping me get settled __,” Hei-ran’s gentle voice returns you to the present. ��I appreciate the time you’ve taken these last few months to train me despite the tight deadlines you have.”

Smiling, you shake your head. “It’s no problem at all and if there’s anything you need in the future, feel free to give me a call or stop by my office.”

“On the 16th floor right?”

“1656A. Take a left off the elevator and walk to the end of the first hallway. The door on the right is mine.”

Referring to any room on the 16th floor as your own is something you don’t take lightly. For one the offices are double the size of any other office spaces in the building. Yours in particular has a giant skyscraper window draped with heavy white curtains. Secondly, the floor above is the 17th floor which is exclusive to Hybe artists only.

"How's the proposal coming along, by the way?" Her curiosity is palpable, genuine in its nature. You’ve always appreciated that in an individual.

“It’s done,” you respond. “Only thing left to do is to prepare for our meeting with C-suite executives next Monday. It’s nearly perfect as is, but the presentation could use a bit of refining in terms of organization.”

Hei-ran is silent for a moment longer than usual before her next inquiry, which is undoubtedly the question on both of your minds. “I can't help but wonder what it'll be like to meet him for the first time,” she muses.

You don’t bother asking for clarification on who the “him” is; you’re already well aware that it’s Min Yoongi. The same subject has managed to intrude your own thoughts more and more as the date of meeting him draws closer. It's peculiar honestly, considering you’ve encountered him before.

Granted, it was only a small handful of times the hallway, both heading in opposite directions. Min Yoongi typically greeted you with a hoarse 'Good Morning' those instances, along with a curt nod of his head. You would nod back with a brief 'Morning' yourself. Deep down you feel he'd make a quality friend, though it's only a premonition. It’s not like you actually know much about him beyond those small exchanges.

"I'm not sure what to expect, honestly," you admit. "I imagine it'll be similar to previous professional collaborations—composed, focused, and intense. D-Day is poised to become a global sensation for the next year, so it's going to need our full, undivided attention."

Hei-ran gives a knowing nod. “Good luck __,” she wishes you well as you head towards the elevator doors. Breaks over, back to work.

After another late-night prep session for Monday’s D-Day proposal, you trudge through your apartment door well past 8:30 pm with an empty stomach and a throbbing headache. Good news is that your graphic design team seems to be well on track with their album mockups ready to present.

The same can’t be said for your U.S. promo team however, who required additional guidance on their projects. The social media team was in a similar boat. Somehow several of their members lost track of time and were convinced the proposal was still two weeks away.

Despite the hiccups, you managed to tie up the loose ends, but it meant that none of you got to leave early.

When you finally get to curl up in your fluffy sofa, a loud, exasperated sigh leaves your lips. Your lids flutter shut too as you rest your head against the soft cushion. Silently, you make one last mental rundown of all the tasks you checked off today.

Did you miss anything?

D-Day is the most crucial project you’ve ever taken charge of—you need it to be flawless.

When nothing pressing comes to mind, you grab the tv remote from your dark oak coffee table and aimlessly flip through the channels. You’ll unwind for an hour and then call it a night.

Ten minutes into an episode of Brooklyn Nine-Nine and the light chime of your phone's notification bell catches your ear.

Tae 💚: Haven’t heard from you all day. Everything alright?

Taehyung, your best friend. You smile fondly at his message as your thumbs hover over the reply button. He's always checking in on you. You and Taehyung have been friends ever since you first moved to Seoul and started working at Hybe. You didn't expect your friendship to become this strong, but both of you are sociable individuals, which led to discovering several unexpected commonalities. One of those is a shared love for jazz, which has been one of your all-time favorite genres for as long as you can remember.

You: yeah, I’m good. Just tired. Been working on D-Day's proposal for months and finally got it fully prepped for.

Tae 💚: Well, that's amazing news! You feel good about it?

You: I don't know. I’m definitely ready for this project but I’m also starting to feel a little burned out. The proposal is only the beginning you know, and it's already taking the wind out of me.

Tae 💚: Sorry to hear that 😞 I'm sure it must be draining, but I also know this is your territory. No one is more fit to head this project than you. Everyone thinks so. How about you take the weekend to rest?

You: Yeah...I'm watching B99 rn

Tae 💚: B99?! Without me?

You can't help but giggle. Somehow over the course of three years you've roped your best friend into becoming obsessed with your mindless sitcoms. You've done more than a handful of binge watching together, until all hours of the night.

You: Wanna come over for an hour?

The company might be nice.

Tae 💚: Be there in 20 🏃

Your door bells rings exactly twenty minutes after you and Taehyng finish exchanging texts. He's so prompt it scares you sometimes.

“Hey.” His deep, baritone voice greets you first, along with a friendly hug. Taehyung slips his snow covered boots off upon entering your apartment and hangs his wool jacket on your coat rack. His limited edition Gucci scarf is next. Taehyung loves the winter as it’s the time he can wear his most luxurious clothes.

“What’s this?” You peak inside a brown paper bag that Taehyung has conveniently set on your kitchen countertop. He flashes you a playful grin and gestures you to open it. Naturally, you're suspicious but it all washes away when a new, unopened bottle of whiskey presents itself. “Oh my god, you didn’t!" You swat his arm in a rush of excitement.

“I had to!" Taehyung opens a kitchen cupboard and grabs a glass from the top shelf. He's been in your apartment enough times that he’s grown comfortable with your place. That and he's also your best friend.

"With all the recent events you've had going on, I think it calls for a celebration." Taehyung expertly pours you a glass of the smooth, rich liquor and offers it to you.

“Thank you, Tae," you say, taking the glass from his hand. "Come sit down. Jake's about to sing I Want It That Way with the police lineup.” Taehyung pours himself a glass of Pinot Noir and follows your lead.

After about forty minutes of sitcoms and booze with your best friend you begin to feel yourself relaxing. Whatever challenges lies ahead, you know you'll be able to handle them one whiskey at a time.

All stream of thought is interrupted when your phone dings off again. It's now half past 9, who on earth is trying to reach you?

Fuck.

You tighten the grip on your phone as soon aa the message appears. Taehyung, previously occupied by the end credit scene, catches the sudden shift in your demeanor and calls your name but he's inaudible to you.

Mom: It’s been almost two weeks since we last heard from you. We know you're busy but your father and I want to know if you’ll be coming home. The holidays are coming up right? Why don't you use some of that time to come see us? There's someone we want you to meet.

"__, who is it?" Taehyung's voice manages to break your intense concentration.

“Just my mom.” You answer briefly, still averting eye contact.

“What’d she say?”

“She wants me to come home for the holidays.” You shut your phone off in an effort to calm yourself.

Unlike Taehyung your relationship with your parents has always been rocky. Expectations are set high from birth and you never see eye to eye. Likely, the only accomplishment that's earned genuine praise from them was when you accepted your initial job proposal with Hybe. A respectable career is only second to health to them after all. Your father was more torn with the news that you’d be moving hundreds of miles away than your mom however, not that you’re surprised.

Of course while having a healthy and respectable career is priority for your parents, there is no mistake that their greatest wish is to see their daughter married. A stable man with ample resources to provide her a secure home and healthy children is preferable.

You love your parents and you'll always be there for them, but you must admit that their traditional outlook is one you can never live up to. They tried setting you up dozens of times before, and tonight's request to have you come home "for the holidays to meet someone” is simply another attempt to marry you off.

Yes, you would like some sort of companionship in your life and you hope if you find it that they’ll approve. But giving your hand in marriage to the first notable suitor isn't your forte. You consider yourself to be an independent woman with a tender heart, and you'd rather be single for the entirety of your life than be forced into another obligation.

Preserving your independence is highly important to you. So no, you draw the line when it comes to relational affairs.

If only you could be firm and repeat all the above to them aloud, rather than within your own head— if only.

“So are you gonna go?"

You don't respond immediately, still weighing out your options. "Not sure," you murmur. "I don't really want to but maybe I should. I haven't gone home to see my parents since last year."

Taehyung recognizes the growing tension in your voice as well as the flushed expression playing on your face. He wishes he could take it all away but instead he moves closer to your side of the sofa and lets you rest your head on his shoulder.

"I'm sorry." He's silent for a moment before continuing. "Why don't you tell them you can't go because of work? There must be a number of things you'll need to get ahead of for Yoongi's album."

"True. But it's too easy, they won't buy that. I have to go."

"What if you say I invited you to celebrate with my family this year? We're going to a nice, cozy cabin a few hours north of here for Christmas."

The offer is temping and you know he means it but it's also not enough.

"No," you reject. "They'll think we're dating and ask to meet you."

"I'll do it!" Taehyung's voice lifts into a more playful tone, earning a soft chuckle from you.

"Very cute Taetae, but no. Neither of us are going to say 'that was a good idea' in the end, trust me. I'll have to make this decision on my own."

Taehyung grimaces slightly at your last choice of words. "I really think you should consider telling them you can't due to a full schedule. We don't get that much time off at the company any way. Don't your parents live at least 7-10 hours away? Come on, spend the holidays with me and the guys. Plus, it'll be my birthday soon. I want you there at my party."

When you look at your best friend to gently scold him for not so sneakily using the guilt tripping technique, he's pouting. Like a baby. Not even you can resist him with that face on.

"Fine. I'll think about it."

"Good," Taehyung chirps and snatches the tv remote to flip through episodes of Brooklyn Nine-Nine. "I want you to be around those closest to you, especially around the holidays. You're my badass best friend who deserves more than some stupid forced marriage to a guy with an unhealthy alpha male complex. Should we top the night off with one more episode by the way?"

You nod and Taehyung hits play on the remote. "Thank you," you coo, feeling a tad better.

The weekend is a blur at best and you’re back at the office before you realize. Of course this is no ordinary work day however, given that today signifies the day you officially start work as D-Day’s marketing director. You’ve been perfecting every detail of the proposal like a madman since the beginning, meticulously obessing over every element. Your new team members must have a pretty eye-opening understanding of what it’ll be like having you as a lead for the next year–you pity them to be honest.

Between your fingers clutches a small tube of lip balm, berry flavored with a faint tint to match. You love chapstick for some odd, inexplainable reason and you felt the need to apply a generous amount of it on your lips for good luck.

“No one’s here yet,” Yi-joon, one of the members of your graphic design team, speaks first upon stepping foot into your assigned conference room. Others hum, unsurprised. Being the ones leading the presentation, you’d be startled if anyone actually arrived beforehand.

A grand mahogany table, seating up to 14 individuals, boasts itself to you in the middle of the room with every chair lined in genuine black leather. Traditional seating arrangements have one chair at the head of the table, but today’s meeting has two, both positioned to face the wide presentation screen at the opposite end.

Undoubtably, they’re reserved for Bang PD and Min Yoongi.

A momentary shiver courses down your spine, yet fades quick when one of your team members asks if anyone's seen the remote to the projector. There’s no time for nerves to be acting up, you remind yourself calmly. Only 15 minutes remain until every C-suite executive in Hybe congregates into the room.

With a composed demeanor, you swiftly gather your thoughts and respond, "Try checking inside the podium. It's likely close by, but if not, we can always power it on manually." You then start delegating tasks to the rest of your team, mentally rehearsing key points of the proposal between each instruction.

Time appears to have vanished in the blink of an eye because in a matter of seconds a gentle breeze slips through the conference door, accompanied by the arrival of several Hybe executives. You offer a polite "good morning," which is briefly reciprocated as they take their respective seats around the conference table.

You count twelve at the table in total, including your own team.

"Sajangnim should be here in about–"

Hybe's Chief Finance Officer doesn't get to finish his sentence when an older gentleman in a freshly pressed suit walks through the door, fully immersed in conversation. The person following close behind him is none other than the man of the hour himself–Min Yoongi, fitted in a clean white dress shirt that's unbuttoned at the collar and sleeves rolled to the elbows. His soft, raven hair falls gently in front of his eyes, framing his face a little too well.

Unexpectedly, both your gazes shift from Bang PD and onto one another. His dark, intense eyes pierce through you as they observe you from the opposite side of the room. You're certain he recognizes you from your previous shared encounters, though you don't have the slightest clue what he's thinking. Min Yoongi has been known to be many things, but an open book isn't one of them.

He then walks in your direction until he's directly toe to toe with you for the very first time. Completely against your wishes, you feel all the tiny hairs on the back of your neck stand straight. You've never officially met before.

"It's nice to finally meet you __-nim. Those nods we give each other in the hallway hardly count as a proper introduction." He extends a hand to you, offering you a sturdy handshake which you accept.

"Absolutely, it's a pleasure to meet you as well Min PD-nim," you say, smiling warmly. "I'm looking forward to working with you on your new album. I truly appreciate the opportunity."

For a split second, Yoongi allows his professional demeanor drop. "I should be the one thanking you. You'll be the one leading this whole operation right? So I'll be in your care."

You want to respond with gratitude, but you're not given the chance due to an authoritative voice speaking up from behind.

"Min PD-nim," Hybe's Vice President calls out to the man in front of you, requesting his attention.

Yoongi is hesitant to leave you mid-conversation but you assure him that it's alright. "Please, feel free to take a seat," you offer. "The presentations will begin soon."

A small, subtle smile graces Yoongi's lips before he turns around to take his seat beside Bang PD at the head of the table. He engages in small talk with Hybe's Vice President who's conveniently seated across from him. Yet despite their conversation, he's only half focused; his eyes repeatedly wandering back to you. At this point, however, you've already stopped looking at him.

"Good morning, all," you address the room when the time comes to commence the meeting. "We'll be getting started now that everyone's here. I'm sending down samples of the album design our graphics team has created for D-Day. Please pass them along." You hand the stack of copies to Hybe's Chief Technology Officer who smiles courteously.

"On behalf of my team and me, I want to thank you for joining us today to discuss our marketing strategy for Min PD-nim's upcoming D-Day album. Our agenda will be as follows," you guide everyone's attention to the presentation board, which provides a rundown of all the points you plan to cover for the remainder of the meeting.

"Let's begin with introductions. My name is ___ ___, I hold a Bachelor's degree in Electrical and Electronics Engineering from NYU Stern, as well as an MBA in Marketing. Over the past five years, I've worked in the music industry as a marketing manager. Three of those years were spent here at Hybe. The recent promotional campaign for TXT's The Chaos Chapter was lead by my previous team and me, resulting in a positive return on investment. Now, with a new team, I aim to achieve similar success with Min PD-nim's D-Day album."

Once you finish your introduction, you introduce each member of your team. This is soon followed by a brief introduction from each c-suite executive.

The whole room falls silent when you begin diving into the bulk of the proposal; every measurable objective, goal, and market analysis is shared for D-Day. When it comes time to present the brand guide and album design, you invite your graphics team to speak.

"You'll notice that we have two versions of Min PD-nim's albums on the sheet in front of you," Yi-joon refers to the mockups you handed out earlier. A few executives nod quietly as they study the proposed album packaging while Yoongi leans over to Bang PD. He's whispering something but you're far to distant away to hear. His expressions aren't telling either.

Does he like it? Does he not? You don't know.

Nevertheless, you give a subtle smile to Yi-joon as encouragement to continue.

"We've opted for a sleek, pitch-black design for the first version, and a dusty brown for the second. The first version symbolizes the past, characterized by societal expectations and internal struggles, while the second represents the present and future, conveying a message of liberation. To complement these themes, we've selected a bold and daring font to exude the album's transparency. This design consistency extends to the album's contents; for instance, lyrical cards will reflect the respective color and style of the version they belong to."

Hybe's Chief Marketing Officer appears to be in approval with the entirety of the plan so far, yet it's short lived when a low voice interrupts.

"I think the vision of album's design aligns closely with mine, so I like what I see in front of me." Yoongi pauses and places the mockup on the table. "There's one aspect that I'd like to discuss in hopes of some insight however. I've been mauling over it for a while now."

"I'll do my best to–" Hybe's Chief Marketing Officer opens his mouth to respond yet closes it immediately when he notices Yoongi's gaze sharply shifts to you. It's a signal that it's your insight he specifically requests.

"Please go on," you reply.

"Regarding the name under which the album should be released, should it be 'Agust D' or 'Suga'? I'm personally biased towards Agust D because it holds more weight for me. It's close to my heart and the stories I have to tell as Agust D are heavier than those of Suga, right? The D even stands for Daegu, my hometown where I grew up and where my parents still live. Suga on the other hand is my stage name, which I have some identity in as well."

You don't answer immediately, preferring to carefully process everything he's said. Your team has already proposed to release the album under 'Agust D', yet he makes a valid point that 'Suga' is also a part of him.

"I understand that releasing the album under 'Suga' has its merit. However, I still support the original idea of releasing it under 'Agust D'. As you've mentioned, the name carries a deeper meaning, evoking memories, emotions, trials, and tribulations. I'd also like to emphasize that by releasing D-Day under 'Agust D', you can showcase who the real Agust D is. The collaboration with IU in People Pt. 2 already has you one step in that door."

Like you, Yoongi considers your words cautiously, weighing them in his mind. "Thank you ___-nim," he finally speaks. "Your perspective is reassuring. We'll proceed with releasing the album under 'Agust D'.

Following your short discussion, the graphics team continues presenting their design materials. Minor comments are made by Hybe executives, but Yoongi doesn't comment again until half-way into the social media segment.

"Why do we need to schedule this many Weverse Lives? People might get tired of seeing my face after so many in a row. ARMY will read, 'Min Yoongi started a live' and say to their friends, 'This is the fifth time in a row, is he in love with his own voice or something?'." His joke sparks a light in the room as Bang PD gives a chuckle.

"I don't think that's going to be an issue for you Yoongi," he replies. "Don't you know the strength of your own fanbase?" Bang PD's statement is undeniable. Everyone in the room is well aware of Min Yoongi's international fanbase who willingly stay up all hours of the night just to catch a glimpse of him. In fact, rather than seeing less of him, they hope to receive his live notifications more, as Yoongi isn't as active on Weverse as other idols.

It's clear that compliments like these aren't easy for Yoongi to take though, judging by the flushed look that subtly sweeps over his face. You'd react the same way to be honest.

"If I may Min PD-nim," you speak up, deciding to offer an alternative plan. "Leveraging Weverse Live to help promote D-Day will draw significant international engagement. We know that time differences pose to be a challenge which is why we proposed an increase of live sessions per week. However, we understand that going live this often might be exhausting. Would you consider reducing the frequency to once or twice a week instead?"

"I'm open to once a week but didn't we film the 'Suga: Road to D-Day' documentary for a similar reason? Won't it be too much to add more than two Weverse Lives throughout the entire promotional phase?" Yoongi's challenge is met with an unanimous hum of support from his fellow executives. You'd feel intimidated if you didn't already have a justification mapped out.

"The objective behind releasing 'Suga: Road to D-Day' on Disney+ differs from that of Weverse Lives," you rebuttal confidently. "While the documentary presents a structured behind-the-scenes view of D-Day's development, the Lives focus on building hype among your existing fans who know you well, will spread the word to their peers, and will likely pre-order the album. As you're aware, Lives are more personal and stripped down, allowing your fanbase to feel closer to you."

Thinking of no further objectives, Yoongi, still somewhat unsure, accepts your suggestion. "Once a week will be fine then. While we're still on the topic, do we know when 'Suga: Road to D-Day' is set to release on Disney+?"

"Our digital marketing and promo team will be reviewing the specifics of that soon," you inform. "Right now we have the documentary releasing April 23 of next year. The poster for the film will release a week and a half earlier on the 12th."

Rather than furthering the discussion, Yoongi sends an understanding nod your way which allows the social media team to resume their portion of the proposal. Recording more Weverse Lives than usual remains a pain point for him, but he's willing to move forward if it means connecting with his fanbase.

Alast, after what seems like three hours of social media; followed by financing & budget talk, the last team to present their material takes lead of the meeting.

"We'd like to provide a timeline for D-Day's promo schedule as a way to wrap up today's proposal," So-hyun from your digital marketing and promos team explains. "Promotions will begin April 10, 2023 and will run until April 25th. During this time the album's track list, concept photos, MV Teaser, and official MV will drop. As far as concert schedule, we're proposing April 26-June 24. These dates include U.S, Asia, and Korea Tours."

"We might need to rethink concert dates but for now I'm on onboard." Yoongi remains brief in his interjection, allowing So-hyun to continue.

"As far as other marketing channels, we plan to implement both print and digital methods including billboards, banners, paid search ads, and YouTube. We'd also like to reach out to a variety of magazines like Rolling Stones Magazine for interviews. If we want to extend our global reach even further, we can book a time slot on the Jimmy Fallon Show. Bare in mind that if we go this route, we'll need to decide fairly quick, as slots are in high demand."

You notice Bang PD whispering amongst Yoongi and his Chief Finance Officer when Jimmy Fallon is mentioned. Yoongi seems the least interested. Perhaps he isn't fond of being front and center of talk shows, you guess.

"When will we need a decision for the Jimmy Fallon Show?" Bang PD inquires for the group.

"No later than three weeks from now," So-hyun answers. "It's a tight deadline but it can been done if we get the official go."

Bang PD directs his attention to Yoongi who's chosen to be silent in this conversation. "What do you think, Yoongi? It's your call."

"Maybe," he says, "give me a day or two to think on it."

Another ten minutes of productive overview with your promos team pass and soon, you're standing up to adjourn the meeting. You have to admit that out of all the proposals you've given in your career, this goes right to the top.

Your team was phenomenal today, and despite the the fact that several Hybe executives are biting at the bit to finally go on their lunch break, you feel confident that everyone is leaving on the same page.

"Min PD-nim."

You're ears inevitably pick up the conversation in front of you as you make your way out of the conference room. Yoongi and his Chief Financial Officer are running through some quick numbers only a few steps steps ahead, but with everyone simultaneously rushing in the same direction, neither must have realized you were within earshot.

"There's no doubt that she's good at what she does," Hybe's Chief Financial Officer continues. "Still, it's hard to believe that she's only 27 or 28. A person should take better care of themselves don't you agree? Like our Eunchae for example."

If there was a way to erase what you just heard, you'd do so, because in an instant, all previous successes you felt from today's proposal shatters to the ground. You're no stranger to receiving these sorts of comments about your appearance, yet it leaves your confidence fleeting, along with any amount of resilience you've built.

Blinking back the tears that threaten to spill, you exit the conference room the first chance you get. You have no desire to stick around for Yoongi's reply.

Not long after you leave does you phone ring off.

Tae 💚: Hey! How's the meeting going? Still available to get lunch this afternoon? I'm heading to the cafeteria as I type this.

You: It went okay. But I don't think I'll be coming to lunch, just a lot to do. I'm also not that hungry.

You second-guess how convincing your message is, knowing that it's your best friend on the other line. Regardless, it's the only words you can come up with right now. You really do have a lot of work ahead of you though, at least that part is true.

Tae 💚: Are you sure? I was looking forward on hearing how the meeting went! Wasn't there something you had to give me too?

The meaning of the last line suddenly dawns on you as you make your way down the long hallway. How could you forget? You made Taehyung one of his favorite foods to surprise him for lunch; Japchae, a sweet and savory dish of stir-fried glass noodles and vegetables.

You: Right, sorry it slipped from my mind for a second. I'll meet you in the cafeteria to give it to you.

"Why won't you stay and eat with me?" Taehyung devours the homemade Japchae you made for him with delight, a pair of chopsticks clamped in his hand.

"I don't have much of an appetite, Tae."

You've already told him this twice already, clarifying that you'd be heading back to your office once you deliver his food. Evidently, he's not letting you slip away easily.

"Then take a break with me instead, even if it's only for ten minutes." You watch as your best friend swiftly pulls out the chair next to him from under the table, gesturing you to sit. "Tell me what's got you down," he says. "Did Yoongi say something to you? He can be a bit too outspoken with his opinions sometimes."

Feeling defeated, you slide into the chair. "No, the meeting was fine. I'm just overthinking something that happened."

You then proceed to explain what you overheard Hybe's Chief Finance Officer say about you from earlier, that you didn't look healthy enough for your age and using Eunchae as an example. The scowl that appears on Taehyung's face as you retell the incident is unmistakable–he's clearly pissed.

"First of all," Taehyung starts once you finish, jaw clenched. "Eunchae is 17 and is a part of a Korean girl group. She has an entire team dedicated to making sure her appearance is flawless. It's the idol life; trust me, I'm well acquainted with it, so it's not a fair comparison. Secondly, Hybe's CFO is an asshole who I'd replace in a day. I don't want you letting him make you feel insignificant just because you don't conform to his narrow idea of how a woman should look."

You appreciate Taehyung's efforts to cheer you up, though you remain unaffected. Besides, he still isn't aware of Yoongi's involvement since you purposely left that detail out due to their close friendship.

"Yeah, I don't know. We don't have to talk about it anymore." You decide to dismiss the topic entirely and reach for your phone, along with a pair of earbuds bundled in your pocket. "Wanna listen to something?"

Music has always bonded you and Taehyung's friendship, as you've frequently found yourselves fully immersed in timeless songs from King of Leon and Led Zeppelin together. Taehyung nearly accepts the offer to listen with you once again, but then he freezes all movement. An eager grin follows close after.

"Hyung!" His voice echos though the room, earning the attention of Min Yoongi who's just entered the cafeteria. This time, you feel nothing but discomfort when the man looks your way.

"I have some material I need to review from my promo team. I'll text you later, okay?" You leave your best friend no time to reply as you quickly rise from your chair, stick your phone in your pant pocket, and head for the nearest exit. Yoongi attempts to make eye contact with you on your way out, but you avoid it completely.

When he approaches Taehyung, he acknowledges your semi-odd behavior. "I didn't mean to make her leave," he states, joining the younger at the table.

Taehyung offers a light shrug in response. "Don't worry, you didn't. She had other matters to get to. Something with her team members I think."

Yoongi grabs a fresh clementine from a nearby fruit bowl and beings peeling it little by little. "You two must be pretty close if you're having your lunches together."

It's not hard for Taehyung to read between the lines of what his member is insinuating.

"We've been friends for a while," he clarifies. "Just friends, nothing else."

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queenofthekings · 8 months ago

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ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ꜰɪʀᴇ, ᴘᴀʀᴛ ɪ (ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ ʜᴇʀᴇ)

Summary: You are part of the biggest girl group on the planet, Eddie is the face of the biggest rock band of the century. A chance meeting at Coachella sends both of you into what would be the biggest love affair in music history; if only people knew about it.

Pairing: Rockstar!Eddie x K-Pop Idol!Reader

Author's note: My love for K-Pop and Stranger Things/Eddie Munson in one fic? It's more likely than you think. If you don't know much/anything about the K-Pop world, not to worry, I'll be going over some of it in this fic! I'll try to keep the Korean honorific names to a minimum but I do wanna try to keep things as plausible as possible.

Disclaimer: In this fic, I have specified that Reader is not Korean or Asian. As someone who is white; I didn't feel it was right to write a POC character. Please be respectful.

CW: 18+, mentions of unhealthy eating habits, obsessive fan behaviour, toxic work environments, swearing, a little NSFW content, sexting, no use of Y/N but Reader's stage name is Luna.

Tagging: @munsonsbtch @impmunson @binickmiller @ali-r3n @stevesjockstrap

Word count: 2.6k

Any hate will not be tolerated, constructive criticism is welcomed.

APRIL 2019

Coachella was the biggest music festival in the world and playing there was an honour and a privilege; and while Eddie knew this, he found a lot of the hype around it insufferable. He never felt like his band belonged up there with the lights of Beyonce and Justin Bieber, even when Corroded Coffin had exploded with popularity, the larger venues they’d play out would never compare to the smaller shows.

Disliking Coachella when you perform there is one story, disliking Coachella and ending up in the crowd of one of the most talked about acts of the whole festival another matter entirely. But somehow, Gareth had convinced him to leave the tour bus to watch one performance. Only one.

“Why are we even here?” Eddie yelled into Gareth’s ear, trying to make sure he was heard over the screaming and cheering fans that surrounded them. The show hadn’t even started yet but the crowd was already at deafening levels.

“I thought it was high time you experienced a new genre of music,” Gareth yelled back, giving him a smug grin. “Plus, I hear one of the members of the group is a fan of ours.”

Eddie shrugged, knowing that Gareth was right in saying it was time to experience some new music outside of his usual comfort zone. And given the way the stage was set, the flags and lightsticks people were waving and demographic of the crowd; this was definitely outside of his comfort zone. “Who even are they?” he asked, grabbing his phone from his pocket.

Before he had a chance to type a single letter into Google, Gareth took his phone and pulled up a Wikipedia page for the group. “This is them. And before say anything, don’t judge the group before you listen to them.”

Eddie raised an eyebrow at his bandmate before looking at the page, giving Gareth even more of the side-eye.

Chain Reaction is a South Korean girl group formed by YG Entertainment, consisting of members Yoohyeon, Luna, Dahyun, and Yuqi. The group debuted in August 2016 with the digital single “Whistle”.

“K-Pop? Really, Gareth?”

“I said not to judge!” Gareth shrugged, just as the music began starting, causing both of them to look up. Eddie’s ears were already beginning to ring from how loud the fans were screaming; he was used to hearing fans through his in-ear during shows, but this was on a whole other level. Eddie didn’t pay much attention until he noticed the cropped t-shirt on one of the members, recognising the design and logo.

His heart skipped a beat, his mouth dropping open as he looked at Gareth who took the words right out of his mouth, leaning over to shout directly into his ear. “Yup, that’s a Corroded Coffin shirt, she’s a massive fan.”

Eddie chuckled a little to himself, shouting back into Gareth’s ear. “Maybe this won’t be so bad.”

After a couple of songs, the group began their introduction, all speaking in perfect unison and bowing to the still screaming audience. “Hello, we are Chain Reaction!”

A girl with dyed dark blue hair spoke up first, clearly showing her leader position. “Hello, Coachella, my name is Yoohyeon and I’m so thankful you all came out to see us!”

The crowd screamed as a response, causing the group to laugh and clap long. Then you spoke up, your long blonde hair making you stand out against the other members. “Hello, everyone,” you began, and Eddie’s heart instantly melted at your soft voice, especially at your accent. “My name is Luna, and I hope you enjoy the show.” You bowed a little, pulling down your shirt a little to make sure it wasn’t exposing too much.

As the other members introduced themselves, Eddie could hardly focus on them, he was far too interested in staring at you. He vaguely knew Yuqi had natural dark brown hair and Dahyun had dark purple hair – the only way he knew he could remember to tell them apart, probably a move from their manager so people could tell the difference.

Gareth noticed him staring, giving him a nudge. “Somebody’s got a crush.”

He glared back. “I just think she’s cute, completely not my type.”

Gareth gave him the look of “yeah, we’ll see about that”, already knowing that Eddie would at least attempt to hook up with you after the show. It was inevitable, it happened at any event or show he attended. The only thing Eddie Munson loved more than music, was women. It was rare if his hotel room didn’t have a groupie in it; and being the biggest rock band in the world meant there was an abundance of them wherever they went, Eddie would always have one on his arm by the end of the night.

Although the idea of you and Eddie together was adorable – a rock legend and a pop princess together? You’d be media darlings – although Gareth knew it would be like playing with fire. The fans of both of your groups would rip both of you and the relationship apart, the constant invasion of privacy from fans and the press alike would be almost unbearable.

But that’s the downside to being a public figure and dating someone just as well-known as you are.

Eddie wasn’t known for long term dating, either. The longest relationship Gareth had ever seen him in was his “high school sweetheart”, Chrissy Cunningham, only ended up lasting less than a year. Every other girl he’d been with wouldn’t last longer than a few weeks, he’d always blame it on his career, but Gareth knew that in reality, Eddie just didn’t want to be tied down to one person.

You, on the other hand, had no public relationship history. Being a K-Pop idol left almost no time for dating or even much of a social life outside of groupmates; and if a female idol was seen with a male idol outside of activities, fans would go wild and instantly assume they’re dating and usually boycott the idols for “betraying” them.

Once the group finished their final song; the crowd screamed and cheered, causing almost every member to look as if they were ready to burst into tears of happiness. The four of you joined hands to bow towards the audience as a thank you before you spoke up. “Coachella, we have been Chain Reaction; thank you very much and goodnight!”

Eddie kept his eyes on you, almost unable to take his eyes off you. You gave one last smile to the crowd, waving as you turned to lock eyes with Eddie. Even through the pandemonium that surrounded both of you, it all seemed to dissolve as if you were the only ones there.

You had to be almost dragged off the stage by your bandmates otherwise you would’ve spent all night just staring at Eddie. But even while you were being dragged off stage, you were desperately trying to find Eddie’s eyes again. You hoped you would be able to properly talk to him, even if you had to do it behind your manager’s back.

Backstage, the staff were cheering and applauding you and the band, giving their congratulations, and offering fans and water. You sprinted towards Yoohyeon, wrapping your arms tightly around your senior. The pair of you hugged tightly as you both broke down in floods of tears.

“This is all we ever dreamed of, unnie,” you sobbed, taking a tissue from a staff member to dab at your eyes, being careful not to ruin your makeup. Yoohyeon took the tissue from you and began trying to stop your tears. “I’m so proud of you.”

Yoohyeon laughed through her own tears, not caring if they ruined her makeup. “I’m proud of us, we’ve worked so hard for this, and you were perfect.”

You laughed a little through your tears, turning to the other two members and motioning them to come over and join in a group hug. Although there was only about a month between the two of you; Yoohyeon was definitely the older sister and mother of the group, and you were the baby sister who needed looking after and a lot of hugs.

You’d always been extremely close, even since your trainee days. Every night, you would tell each other that you’d debut together, no matter how hard you’d have to train or what you had to sacrifice.

But every member had sacrificed so much even to just get past the first audition; you’d given up school, friends, family, any chance of a normal life for one tiny shot at making it. But in that moment, all four of you knew that all the blood, sweat and tears you’d all poured into training was worth it. You’d all made it.

Walking arm in arm with Yoohyeon, the pair of you walked down the stairs to the artists area away from the stage, always looking back every few moments to check your younger bandmates were following behind both of you. You tapped Yoohyeon’s arm to stop her to let your members catch up, so all four of you could give your manager, Steve a celebratory hug.

As soon as you stepped into the artists area and saw Steve, you couldn’t control the excitement and relief of the performance; you screamed and sprinted towards him, jumping into his arms, and barely giving him enough time to catch you. You got on well with Steve, he became like a big brother to you and your fellow band members, even if he was a little strict with the four of you, but it certainly came out of a place of love and wanting the best for all of you.

“You were amazing out there,” Steve hugged you tightly, pressing a kiss to the side of your head as he slowly let you down out of his arms and handed you a water bottle with a straw in the top.

“Think we won ‘em over, boss?” You asked, smirking as you placed the straw in the side of your lips.

“Won them over? You guys have done more than that, Twitter is exploding, you’re the top five trends on Naver, you guys are all anyone’s talking about,” Steve grinned.

“We’ve made it!” You shouted in unison with your band mates, before all of you laughed and hugged. Sure, Chain Reaction was very successful in South Korea, but this was a whole new level of success and recognition. All eyes were on your group and despite that new level of pressure, you all thrived under it; the challenge was exciting to all of you.

Your bandmates took their seats and chatted excitedly amongst themselves, while you leaned against the wall, taking in every moment around you. You hadn’t even realised you’d zoned out until Eddie was stood in front of you. “I know I’m beautiful, but you could at least take a picture if you’re gonna look that much,” he smirked.

You blinked a million times in a second, partly to snap yourself out of your zoned out state but also partly because you could hardly believe your eyes that Eddie Munson – the Eddie Munson – was stood in front of you. You’d been starstruck almost ever since you arrived in California several days beforehand, but this was on a whole other level.

The memories of listening to Corroded Coffin late at night during your trainee days flashed through your mind a million miles an hour, how much their lyrics kept you going when you thought you might quit and how you’d spend so much of your free time watching their performances, hooked on Eddie’s stage presence.

And now he was here in front of you, talking to you.

It was all so surreal.

You blinked again, clearing your throat. “Sorry, I completely zoned out.”

Eddie laughed, nodding his head. “Happens to a lot of people, did you wanna get out of here? Go somewhere a little quieter?”

You nodded and before you could even say a word, Eddie took your hand and led you out of the area and around the back of the crowds of staff and tents, towards Corroded Coffin’s tour bus. You somewhat wanted to protest but you weren’t about to stop this once in a lifetime chance to talk with Eddie, so you kept your mouth shut as he opened the door for you to get inside before following you inside.

“Don’t worry, everyone else is enjoying the festival, they’re not gonna be back for a while. Can I get you a drink?” He asked, moving past you towards a small fridge.

You bit your bottom lip as you walked through the bus, taking a seat at the table. “Just some water… or a Coke if you have it.”

“Lucky for you,” he pulled the fridge door open and pulled out a water bottle and a small can of Coke, placing both on the table before sitting down opposite you. “I have both.”

You smiled softly as you took both drinks, taking a long sip of the cold water. “I suppose I haven’t really introduced myself; everyone calls me Luna,” you held out your hand towards Eddie.

Instead of shaking it, he took it and pressed a kiss to the back of your hand. “And what’s the name your mother gave you? Not the name the company gave you.”

Blushing darkly, you whispered out your birth name. It had been so long since anyone had even asked your real name that “Luna” more or less became your real name. But Eddie seemed to actually want to get to know you, the kiss on the hand was just a cherry on top.

“Beautiful name,” he mused. “It suits you better than the crappy stage name they gave you. How’d you even allow it to happen?”

You laughed softly as you took your hand back, wrapping it around the Coke can. “I was sixteen and very naïve when I came to Korea.”

“You were only sixteen?”

You nodded. “I auditioned for the company when I was about sixteen and then I moved to South Korea a few months later, it all happened pretty fast when I look back at it. I debuted when I was twenty.”

He sat back in the chair. “Looks like we debuted at the same age, I was twenty when our first album came out.”

“I never realised that! I listened to you guys throughout my whole trainee period, it really helped keep the passion for music alive for me.”

He smiled softly. “Well I’m glad it helped at least one person, that’s all that matters honestly. So… tell me more about you.”

You smiled back at him, leaning forward in your chair to get closer to him, beginning to babble about yourself, all the while he just looked at you with such care in his eyes, hooked on your every word.

After almost an hour, talk got to your company and just how hard it was being an idol. “Under contract, we’re not allowed to; drive, buy a car, smoke, drink, date, go clubbing, get plastic surgery, get tattoos, travel for a holiday, write and produce our own music, have control over our own money or our image. We can’t even show our faces in vlogs our friends have made.”

He raised his eyebrows. “I’m pretty sure that’s slavery.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “Trust me, this is heaven compared to how contracts used to be.”

He chuckled a little, placing a hand over yours. “Listen, I should let you get back to your members or your manager might have my head, but could I get your number and we could do this again sometime?”

You smiled, nodding. “Of course.”

#spilled ink #playing with fire #stranger things fanfiction #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson #eddie x reader #eddie munson x reader #rockstar!eddie x reader #rockstar!eddie munson #stranger things #eddie munson fanfiction #stranger things fanfic #joseph quinn #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x female reader

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real-hot-grl-shi · 8 months ago

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rant bc I’m tired of the same few songs I see w/ readers x characters 😓

Alright so ik this is one sided and self indulgent but sometimes I wonder whenever when I read character x reader it’s always the same songs that the character listens to (rock, new jeans, k-pop, Melanie Martinez alt bands, tv girl, etc.) why can’t the reader have more options on music? There’s way more music that exists than just the same few genres/songs, (including R&B other than just SZA and hip hop other than Tyler the Creator) as a person who would literally die for R&B it’s like nobody knows other artists than just SZA and it honestly makes me feel like the talented musicians other than SZA that are in R&B/Hip-Hop never get talked about (Brent Faiyaz, Summer Walker, Doja Cat, Chris Brown, Jhené Aiko, PartyNextDoor, Kalid, etc) like the reader is supposed to be for everyone, not just a select group/audience. 😭 Don’t get me wrong I listen to rock and sometimes alt bands, so I’m not tryna to be hypocritical when I say this kinda stuff.

js to let you know also I’m not hating on the people who do only talk about the select few genres, you do you boo 😈 but if you are making x reader with a music tastes that varies on then just alt music or k-pop, it does exist. I just don’t feel like poc artists aren’t seen and if they are, it’s only black readers. People worldwide like poc/ R&B and Hip-Hop artists and it shouldn’t be just pushed aside with almost every fanfic including the reader liking or talking about music.

Like isnt reader supposed to be for everyone?… it’s the stereotypical white y/n all over again

(except the jjk and the atsv/itsv fandom yall got it down packed 🫶🏾)

This is why I’m boutta start writing my own stuff fr 😔

(I bet this rant didn’t make any sense.)

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nsingcat · 3 months ago

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✮˚. wElcOme #guidelines.

disclaimer: this is completely fiction! what you read here has nothing to do with the real people. don't take anything seriously please.

── WRITING:

⊱ i write. female & male reader. NO smut. platonic reader x driver. driver reader. poc reader (most of my fics are mainly targeted for a poc audience as theres not many for us :c). aus (college, streamer/youtuber etc). really anything that isn't in my wont's!

⊱ i won't write. smut idk how many time i'm gonna say that but hey! incest. eating disorders. self harm. rape. scat/piss. age play/ddlg. something that isn't on this list but it still makes me uncomfortable.

⊱ things i write. mainly smaus, head-cannons and oneshots ! maybe a series if it ever gets to that point!

── INTERACTING:

⊱ i'm all for new friends!! pls interact it helps me out a lot, keeps me motivated to know people (might) like my works! just please don't be weird if you're older than 18+ as i am in my sophomore year of high school. that would get you an immediate block.

⊱ i will randomly interact with other fandoms/things outside of motorsports and k-pop, like photoshoots, fashion, oscar isaac, cillian murphy, and other things.

#guidelines. <(˶ᵔᵕᵔ˶)>

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taeyeonschild · 1 year ago

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══✿══╡ ABOUT ME!! ╞══✿══

Basic Knowledge:

➙ my name is yoko (you can call me yoks, koko, taeyeonschild really anything else you want idc)

➙ i am from canada (proudly ✊)

➙ i am bisexual (MAYBE????), and my pronouns are she/her

➙ i am currently a minor, but i am not yet comfortable disclosing my age. however, non-minors are completely welcome on this blog.

➙ i am an entp (hardly…people scare me 😰)

➙ my star sign is cancer

➙ i have adhd, and anxiety

➙ i’m actually really funny when i try hard enough

Interests:

➙ i have been into k-pop since december 2022, so I am still decently new to the community

groups I stan:

-stray kids {bias: the love of my life lee felix}

-girls generation {bias: my mother taeyeon}

-itzy {bias: lia/changes every comeback}

-txt {bias: ot5}

-(g)i-dle {bias: ot6…}🙁

➙ i am currently addicted to sims 4, and i haven’t turned off my laptop in a week. (i’m on the grind 😛)

➙ outside of k-pop my hobbies include; poetry, watching netflix, reality shifting, video games, architecture…. idk what else, i’m honestly quite boring

➙ my favourite show is “My Name”

➙ my favourite song is “WHO?” by Stray Kids

Writing:

➙ ill write drabbles, imagines, headcannons, and reactions, but i’m not yet ready to write any longer fics atm. (i actually don’t know the difference between any of those, i’m just writing random terms i’ve heard 🥶)

who will i write for?:

-by my own free will = stray kids. mainly felix.

(i am extremely hyper fixed on them, and they are all that lives in my brain)

who will i write for if asked?:

-txt

-itzy

what will i not write?:

-NO NSFW CONTENT (!!i am a minor!!)

-no member x member (that’s icky)

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i am a skinny white girl, so i will not write anything from the specific pov of anything else,

since i haven’t experienced those issues myself

(ex: member x poc!reader. member x chubby!reader)

i will try my best to not include any race, or character specifics in my writings, to keep the mc as neutral as possible (everyone is wanted, and included here)

i have been writing since i was young, and it has always been a passion of mine, but I have never had the confidence to share it online,

until now.

i hope to begin writing on this blog, and i hope you follow along, and enjoy my work!!

#intro post #kpop #kpop writing #stray kids #lee felix #taeyeon #girls generation #snsd #felix

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shutupheathersorryheatherr · 1 year ago

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"Jungsu hcs pt.2"

Summery: pt.2 of the Jungsu hcs like I promised!! just how you got together and a couple little cute scenes I came up with approximately: about a 20 min read

A/N: I got jungsu brain rot from writing this :(

Warnings and info: kissing I think? Tbh I forgot if that’s in here or not, cursing, fluffy fluff, mentions of food, mentions of riding the Ferris wheel & other carnival rides, think that’s it!

~this is simply a piece of fiction. My imagination onto “paper.” This is in no way is mean to be taken as an actual and real representation of anyone.~

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i know full well how I’ve said this before, but I’ll say it again: jungsu and jooyeon both give me friends to lovers vibes

I know full well how I’ve said this before but I don’t care so imma say it again

both jungsu and jooyeon give me friends to lovers vibes

like specifically with jungsu… it’s like yeah sure y’all are really good friends and have been for a while, and there’s something in the both of yalls back of heads that’s making your linger on the thought that maybe it’s more than that… becoming, growing, blooming and blossoming— starting to grow fruit ripe, sweet, and beautiful…

something booming in your heads about how maybe it wasn’t so cut and dry

so simple

And unlike with you and jooyeon, you don’t try to reason your way out of it much

thinking that “it isn’t that important” “it’ll go away soon” or “nah they dont feel the same”

not like either of you dwell on the reality at all either though,

oh but it’s there all right— thick air in between the two of you, and just like how I said it would be like with you and jooyeon, never getting awkward or boring

you both knew it was important and you had a feeling the other felt the same— the glances, coupled with the sporadic longing looks into each others eyes, and just all around knowing how deeply and the type of way you cared for each other,-- you were both content with it for a while. it just felt nice keeping like a little secret the both of you knew about each other

but the first time you two really realized that wow, this is really happening and it’s bigger than I thought, happens when y’all are at a carnival with a group

somehow you two end up getting separated from the larger group you were with

Not like either of you really minded, tho

he like being alone with you and the both of your thoughts just say much as you did him

but this time, unlike the others, all those feelings inside the both of you couldn’t stop from bubbling over the surface

one thing led to another and soon enough he's leaning his head on your shoulder on the ferris wheel

he knows its a cliche, but with you, it was all he could think and dream about doing.

you can feel your heart beating in your ears and for some reason you don't care about him knowing

if anything, you'd like him to know

you look down at him the same time he's looking up at you

and its not awkward at all

there seems to be something in the air

or maybe its just how high you two are right now but neither of you could catch your breath, even though youre both sitting down

he wants so fucking badly to say something, and so do you

but is this really the right time, you wonder

but no matter how silent the two of you are, a mutual understanding seems to ebb and flow between the both of you

even though you turn away in a few seconds, you both come away from that knowing that you have something to say to the other

a few minutes later and the ride is over

as youre climbing out, your back turned away from him, you ask: got something to say to me?

his body vibrates with a chuckle and as youre walking away from the ride, you don't even realizing how close the two of you are until you can feel him laugh behind you

"oh you--" "yeah," you quickly smile, "I noticed. seemed pretty serious too."

He simply shrugs, now a little bit ahead of you, turned around and walking backwards

(not the best idea in a crowded place but ok my guy u do u)

"ill tell you later." he says. and you cross your arms at how his cheeks are puffing up in a smile

before you can get another word of protest out, he's already speaking again

"why is this all about me? I feel like you definitely had something to say. so what was it? what were you gonna tell me back there?"

"you wanna know?" you playfully shove him now that he's back next to you. "mmhm." "is the suspense just killing you?" "mmhmmm." he repeats, more drawn out this time

seeing the rest of the group ahead of you, you shrug like he did a minute ago "ill tell you later." you say

and you don't see it, but he was having an inner war as to wether let himself blush or to stomp his feet in annoyance. then again, he did say the same thing to you

soon enough you get separated again, this time not alone with him

yu eventually get reunited though, having been able to think a little bit more about what had happened and what you where gonna do about it

You see other next at the food court— weathered picnic tables are scattered throughout the grounds

You’re sure hes… somewhere, now you just had to find him….

he feels your presence before you get to him and he sees you, turning around so he could smile at you

You get to the table, but to your surprise, not does he have food for himself but also a separate container of your favorite carnival food

When you sit down he’s not giving you any time, already scootching something that quote “made him think if you when he passed it at a merch stand”

you’re sitting so close to each other that you can feel the warmth radiating off his body, even through his clothes and he can smell your fabric softener and your hair products

suddenly it didn’t feel like you two where in a crowded space, the scent and feel was way too homey to have been melting into out in the open

”figured you were hungry” he says, soft voice next to you breaking the silence

you thank him and take a few bites

“I didn’t eat too fast,” he tells you. And you’re confused for a moment before he continues “you texted me like, twenty minutes ago and after I had told you about the last ride I went on”

you remember “oh!” You neatly shout “well, I am glad you heeded my warning” you were practically beaming in front of him, you feet now turned so that they were perched on the bench for the table

“Cause seriously, the way you described that ride,” you leaned back a little, frowning “it sounded pretty crazy” he nods and says that it was and he wasn’t sure how anyone convinced him to get on that thing that quote “must’ve been invented by people in the Middle Ages as a new kind of torture device”

After a few moments or silence you try to brake it. Not like it was awkward or uncomfortable… you just needed to know “so… what were you gonna tell—“ before you can finish hes cutting you off, looking dead in you eyes and saying “I always think of you”

the look in his eyes is serious, almost pleading

the confession surprises you a little, but not enough to make you not be able to regain your composure a second later

”I know, Jungsu… I know. seems like you always do." he stops looking at you to stare again at his food. "do uh--" with all the feelings where flooding out of him all at once... it was getting hard to get his speech and thoughts all coherent and in order, and suddenly, even after all his forwardness he's getting nervous now.

but neither of you mind it, even though his throat is as dry as a desert

"Do I also think about you?" you ask yourself for him. "all the time."

and now he's fucking beaming even though his food is getting cold in front of him

youre smiling at him too

and really, that was all you two needed to say to understand

Moving on!!!!

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ok so as I've mentioned before, jungsu cares so sosososoososo much for you. and yeah he tells you but you see it too

like one time when he came home late and actually dead tired. he had to deal with so many people that day, but he realized that so did you... so he sits up in bed and talks to you even though his eyes are closing on their own. even when you start to lay down and pull the covers up to your chin to wind down, he's still keeping up with whatever you have to say

or a smilier time when he also came home dead tired about ready to flop in bed. which he did

but the next morning, he wakes up and jumps outta bed, happier than ever despite not sleeping in till noon with how tired he was.

why the fuck is he so happy, you ask?

just this little thing called: cause he's got it in his mind he's going to make you breakfast.

you wake up to the wonderful smell and go to the source to see he's almost done making an entire spread. like he thought of everything. you want freshly made whipped cream on your pancakes? say less its already there. fruit with a sweet glaze? look by your favorite breakfast drink its right there

he's shirtless, wearing sweatpants/ night pants that are hanging low on his hips, boxer band poking out (when will it be my turn????!!) his absolutely glorious bare back is turned to you and you're just standing there for a second admiring the view.

"I was waiting for you to drop the eggs." he says, back still turned but now whisking them vigorously so they'll be fluffy.

"need--" "no no, sit down" there was noting special going on at all, he just felt like it

... and it just so happens that making you breakfast is something he just "felt like doing" consequently, after seeing your reaction that first time

uggghhh he just wants to make you happy

and you want the same-- for you two to be happy together

while he eggs are cooking he brings over your drinks. youre sitting at the table and he leans there, almost caging you in as he points to his cheek. you smile and give him a peck there

He brings himself closer as you breath his presence in, putting your chin on his shoulder and closing your eyes in comfort and Surender before he drops lower

he holds your hands in his, guiding your knuckles to his lips to give them soft, small and sweet pecks all over

his chin is almost on your knees as he's doing so and the both of you revel in the closeness-- with your hands balled up tightly in his and his lips kissing at your fingers, spreading warmth throughout the both of you

you role your eyes at him, and all you can do is smile. thought that seems to happen a lot in malls relationship-- being so close, having a friendship so strong, that all you two needed to do was to look at each other a certain way and the point would be conveyed perfectly... so I guess, in a way, you two never strayed too far away from glances and longing stares

~end~

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peaches-of-1 · 6 years ago

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The College Crush ~ Chapter 1: Twisted Girl

Black!MC x E’Dawn

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Just a flash of red and brown, and E’Dawn couldn’t help but stare. His smile fell and it felt as though his world had stopped. Your hair was in twists and so was his stomach after seeing you. The other guys didn’t fail to notice their friend’s new infatuation with the girl who had just passed by.

“You think she’s cute, huh?”

He nodded and fell off the wall since he had been too occupied staring at the beautiful brown girl who had passed by to worry about his own safety. Hyojong just had to know one thing. Who were you?

[Two hours earlier...]

Hyojong woke up and stretched, turning off his phone alarm and almost forgetting he wasn’t living on campus this year. He was so used to seeing the cream colored walls, that his black painted ones surprised him. Yawning, he smacked his lips together and tasted last night’s sleep on his tongue. It tasted like spit.

“Good morning, Cheolsoo! Yeonghee, how was your sleep? Is Nari thirsty this morning?” He said cheerfully as he watered the growing sprouts on his windowsill before getting ready.

Skipping forward, Hyojong spit foamy toothpaste into the sink and wiped his face. Only as he double checked his freckled face did his roommate Hongseok came out of his room to do his morning routine.

Scratching his tummy, he said his usual greeting, “Mornin’”

“Sleep well?”

Hongseok nodded and yawned, splashing his face with cold water, “Ah, we’re meeting the guys at the brick wall outside the library today for lunch. Bring cash. Jinho says the card swipe thing got stolen over the summer.”

“Well fuck,” He pouted. “Ok.”

The be-speckled blonde beauty opened his closet and changed his bottoms to the black slacks required by the school that sported his grade’s color. He slipped on a white tank top after flexing in the mirror a bit. High white socks and black tennis shoes. They could have been any color, but Hyojong decided to keep it simple.

He’d put on his jacket last in case something spilled on his shirt and he had no time to change. Speaking of which. Breakfast. Nothing too big as he’d get coffee with his friends soon enough. Yuto was in the kitchen, toast waiting on the counter with jam and butter surrounding the green plate.

“I made two slices for everyone. Do whatever you want with them.”

The three waited for the last one to wake up as they ate in the living room and played a few video games. None of their classes were until 11am, and it was just now 9:23. Wooseok shuffled in his pajamas and drank some juice.

“Cute.” Hongseok smiled.

They talked about their classes and what they heard about their teachers until it was time to go. They buttoned up their gold buttons that shined brightly against the black fabric

“These look like Japanese high school outfits.”

“And here I thought I had gotten rid of these awful collars when I graduated.” Yuto looked at himself in the mirror. “Why are they trying to copy the uniform style?”

Hongseok shrugged, “Don’t know. But I don’t exactly hate it. You look adorable, Wooseok.”

Hyojong smiled, “He’s always adorable.”

“Oh, be quiet. These pants are so stupid. Why aren’t they full length?” The adorable one turned his ankle to emphasize the fact that it showed off his navy blue socks instead of covering them like regular pants.

“Fashion!” Yuto said. “I like that feature. Makes me feel young.”

“I feel like I’m cosplaying.” Hongseok laughed. “Anyways. Let’s go. We’ve got classes to get to, and it’s best not to be late on the first day.”

After their first classes, the boys met up where they had the past two years after making their rather large group of friends. There were ten of them in total, Jinho, Hui, Hongseok, E’Dawn, Shinwon, Yanan, Yeo One, Yuto, Kino, and Wooseok. Hyojong went by E’Dawn because he messed up creating his first semester schedule so badly that he had classes at the crack of dawn for a whole term.

Most of the others had regular nicknames. They always met for lunch outside the library since Jinho worked at the school cafe located on the library’s first floor and got off at the time. He always brought his friends food that was fresh but would be thrown out after his shift. It was ok as long as he didn’t get caught, and his boss didn’t tell on him.

Even in this large group, they talked about the new uniforms for guys. Every grade had its own color that they had to wear. Freshmen in red, Sophomores in green, Juniors in pink, and Seniors in blue. Yuto, Kino, and Wooseok wore red while Yeo One, Shinwon, and Yanan got green. Hui, E’Dawn, and Hongseok got to wear black this year and Jinho was the only one who wore blue.

The colors were on everyone’s Student IDs. For the guys, they had two sets of pants. One were plaid and whatever color they needed to be. The others were black with a colored stripe down each side. The color also showed up on their ties they wore for their alternate uniforms.As for girls, their skirts signified their current academic level. Although girls could wear pants, there was just social pressure that made skirts more common than not.

Hyojong had decided to wear his black pants today. He met Yuto and Wooseok during their summer orientation since Hyojong was their Orientation Leader. They mentioned not wanting live on campus but not wanting to stay with their parents and E’Dawn said he had two empty rooms in his apartment. They’ve been close ever since.

The guys were taking turns walking on the red brick wall in front of the library to see who could do it the fastest without falling. Hyojong fell and landed on his ass, making the others laugh. He laughed along with them until your red skirt caught his eye. Your legs were an earthy brown, and you wore high black socks in combat boots.

Looking at the rest of your body, he saw that you had on a blazer with red accents and a white dress shirt underneath, red ribbon tied under the colar. The messenger bag you held was an army green color and covered in all sorts of buttons. Some E’Dawn recognized since he was a fan of the shows and bands.

Your hair was natural and in a plethora of twists, but you didn’t really notice him among all the other handsome men. You just saw them as a group of men you had to pass by. It didn’t occur that one of them had been captivated by your presence. Then again, while you were trying to see if you were headed towards the right building, E’Dawn was trying to get a better view of you. He sat up from his first falling position, fingers hanging off the edge of the wall.

After you passed the group, you didn’t see your newest admirer fall to the ground after losing his balance since you were already inside the building and taking everything in. So this is what the inside of a Korean library looked like, you mused.

Hyojong scrambled to his feet and followed you. He just had to make sure that what he saw was human not a goddess made from his imagination as he currently believed you were. When he got inside, he saw a red skirt go around a corner. Your twists bounced with every step and suddenly stopped as you searched for the right room. Hyojong couldn’t help but reach out and touch your shoulder.

You turned around, “Yeah?” You spoke English.

He didn’t know a lot of English. Right now, he barely remembered any Korean as you two met eyes. Yours were such a dark brown, tunnels to another world. E’Dawn had to say something.

“Hi. I’m Kim Hyojong.” He bowed. “I help with new students. Are you lost?”

Having bowed when he did, you sighed and spoke Korean, “Yes, I’m lost. I’m looking for this classroom, but I don’t see this number anywhere.”

He loved the sound of your voice. You showed him the number, and E’Dawn saw the number written in both Hangul and Romanized alphabet.

“Ah, I’m guessing you didn’t get the email. That class is now upstairs in the computer lab.” He pointed upwards. “I can take you to it if you want.”

The way you smiled made his heart skip, “Could you, please?”

Hyojong smiled back, “Sure. Follow me. What’s your name, by the way?”

“I’m (Y/N), nice to meet you.” You gave a small bow and your twists trickled down your cheeks.

“Nice to meet you.”

There was no way he was going to tell you how easy it was to find the classroom since they were mostly glass walls and had the teacher’s name on the door. E’Dawn wanted to spend more time with you wanted to learn more about this beautiful black girl with a voice like the sea.

“Where you from?”

“I’m from North America. And before you ask, I learned Korean and moved here because of K-pop. Mostly the fashion aspect.”

He smiled, “Sounds about right with all the foreigners here. What’s your major?” E’Dawn asked as he opened the stairwell door for you.

“Thanks,” You grinned. “And I’m undecided at the moment. Just trying to get my general studies out the way and try a few things out before committing to a specific field just yet.”

“You’ll find your place here rather quickly. Um, let me see that paper one more time?”

You hands him the paper, and he took a pen out of his pocket to scribble something on it. He handed it back to you, and you noticed a few extra characters along the bottom.

“Wow” You heard a voice whisper.

Both of you turned your heads to see the stairwell door closing even though it should’ve already been shut after E’Dawn and you stepped out. You guys decided to ignore whatever it was.

“It’s my KTalk. You can message me if you have any questions. I hope you enjoy your class.” He opened the glass door leading to the largest computer room.

“Thanks. Hyojong-oppa?”

He wanted to clutch his chest as he was having a heart attack from how cute you were, calling him oppa. He almost forgot you were younger than him, but the red skirt was obvious. You were just very comfortable to be around that you didn’t feel younger. Must’ve been because you were American.

You took his reaction the wrong way, “Oh, sorry, I guess we’re not close enough for me to call you that yet.”

“No, no, no, no, no, no. It’s fine. You can call me oppa if you want.”

“Oh, that’s a relief! Thank you, oppa!”

Hyojong nodded, caught his breath, and put on a charming smile, “Yes. You’re welcome. I’ll see you around. Your Korean is very good.”

“Thank you! I’ll see you around.” You bowed to him and went inside.

He nodded back at you and let go of the door. Releasing the breath he didn’t even know he was holding, E’Dawn gave you one last glance and headed downstairs to rejoin his friends. However, as he opened the door that lead to the stairs he saw several of them standing on the landing.

“Hey, guys. What were you doing?”

They all looked at each other until Yeo One spoke, “Nothing, oppa~”

The others joined in teasing him about having the freshman girl call him oppa even though they had just met. Hyojong was a blushing mess, and nothing could hide it. The librarian shushed them and pointed outside.

Once outside, Jinho was the first to tell the other five, “She called him oppa and almost took it back, but he said it was ok. Dawnie’s got a crush~”

“So, is she Korean?”

E’Dawn shook his head, “American. Not sure which area. Her name is (Y/N).” He touched his cheeks, starting to blush even more. “She’s really cute.”

This was fun. Should I write more? I should. Five chapters. I’ll write five chapters of this with this one being the first.

#Pentagon #E'Dawn #Kim Hyojong #poc!reader #black!reader #female!reader #E'Dawn x Reader #Reader x E'Dawn #Hyojong x Reader #Reader x Hyojong #College!reader #College AU #College!AU #kpop #K-pop

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wocfics · 5 years ago

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Merry Go Round

Kim Seokjin Series

Arranged Marriage Series

Masterlist

KSJ x Poc Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2,018

Summary: Namjoon’s mistakes put the group in a hole, because of his one night stand ending in a pregnancy and the image of the group on the line, the company makes a rash decision in setting up arranged marriages with all of the members so suspicion doesn’t raise. Kim Seokjin, is the first to be married after Namjoon, but there’s only one thing, his new wife is a total princess, and not the good kind.

Oh how awkward it is to be getting married, to a stranger, at a table meeting. The only plus side to this was that it was Kim Seokjin of K-pop group BTS. Yeah, Y/N knew who he was but...he was still a stranger. What if they didn’t get along? What if he was actually really rude compared to how he was seen in interviews and other things? Dressed in a cream colored sweater dress that hugged her figure and stopped at the knee, paired with white pumps and her light brown loose curls hanging down to her shoulders, Y/N tapped her perfectly manicured fingers on the table while her lawyer sat beside her and Mr. Bang sat on the other side of the table. They were waiting for Jin and his lawyer to come so that they can start the process of this arranged marriage that was set in stone a few months ago. Amongst the applicants was Y/N and since her credentials were in order and her being bilingual in both English and Korean, due to her mother being Korean of course, she was the top pick. Lucky her.

Y/N was a model for numerous magazines, due to her being Korean and African American, a lot of companies loved her look and how soft her facial expressions were, they just had to have her.

Hearing the door open, her eyes panned over to where Seokjin walked in first, wearing a simple pink dress shirt and black slacks, with shoes to match. His black hair was slightly slicked back and he kept a straight face as he watched Y/N while making his way to his seat. His lawyer right behind him, they both took a seat after everyone stood up and bowed to each other. With her legs crossed under the table, Y/N’s lawyer handed her a pen while Mr. Bang spoke amongst the lawyers. She kept her eyes on Seokjin while he stared back at her, he was definitely nervous and scared at that. Who wouldn’t be right?

Y/N came from a wealthy family, a bit of a princess complex but with a few things she loved to do. She was in pageants and was even prom queen in high school. The only thing she lacked in the most was finding a husband, especially with being 27. Her mother always asked when she would find a husband and Y/N’s reply was always. “He needs to find me.” Her mother had gotten wind about BTS and their arrangement through a friend of the company and quickly signed her up under Seokjin’s name. It was between her and 4 other women and since her status was higher than the others, she made the cut.

“Y/N, Seokjin, please sign on the lines at the bottom. Y/N, you will now sign with Kim Y/N under your original signature.” Mr. Bang spoke, sliding the paper to your lawyer for her to read over it before letting you sign it. “I’d also like to make a suggestion about something as well. This prenup agreement, that just won’t do. I think that decision should be left up to them to decide as adults. Since they aren’t to file for divorce for the first five years, in that five years something could change and I believe that option should be open just in case he slips up.” She spoke with confidence in her voice. Seokjin’s lawyer pressed his lips together in a line before closing his eyes and nodding. “I agree to that.” He replied quietly. Mr. Bang nodded and removed the extra paperwork while you two signed various forms about commitment and such.

You remember when you were a child, wanting to find the perfect rich husband, he had to be tall, the best looking and most of all extremely kind to you. There were so many dates you go on as you got older and your vision started to change from wanting everything you dreamed of in a man to not caring at all. As long as he was successful and showered you with gifts was all that mattered to you, because that was all that was important in the end right? Especially for your lifestyle, he had to keep up. You weren’t getting any younger and it was almost the end of the road for you in the dating world, so you got the next best thing. An arranged marriage with an Idol and not just any. You got Kim Seokjin.

After signing the last of the documents, you placed the pen down and stood up with your lawyer, everyone else doing the same. The lawyers shook hands, saying how they’ll be in touch and you straightened out your dress before grabbing your bag and looking at your now future husband across the table. “Y/N, your things are already moved into the apartment we have for the two fo you.” You blinked a few times before clearing your throat. “A-Apartment?” You repeated, not knowing if you heard right. Were they insane? How was your wardrobe going to fit in the closet of an...apartment. Laughing lightly, you shook your head. “No, no. I’ll have a realtor look for a decent home, not too far from this building. I’m not living in an apartment.” Y/N took out her phone and sent a quick text before moving her dark brown eyes towards Jin with a small smile. “If we’re married, which we are now, we’re not living in an apartment. A house is much better, and much bigger.”

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It only took a few hours to find a house that was suitable for the both of you, it was simple but elegant enough. Only 20 minutes away from the Big Hit building. A dusty rose colored house with a paved driveway, a big front and back yard, 4 bedrooms and 2 bathrooms. The inside was a light tan color, with plus carpeting. The kitchen was big enough since you knew that Seokjin was a cook, thank goodness for that because you were not one to cook anything. It had an island as well and there was a balcony in the master bedroom. The furniture wasn’t purchased yet so you did have your bed brought in for the time being.

With your heels by the front door and your bag on the kitchen counter, you and Jin were now in the master bedroom, putting away your clothes in the closets. There were two walk ins across from each other so it was perfect for your things to go in. Setting up your shoes and then your coats on each rack, colored coordinated. It took about 2 hours before everything was out of the way and you walked out of the closet, sighing and glancing at Jin. “Well, I’m starving...you should cook something. I’m curious about your skills.” Walking out of the room, Jin stood in the middle of the room and rubbed his face, sighing heavily before taking his phone out of his pocket and sending a quick text to the group chat he had with the boys. “She’s so bossy, a royal pain. Send help. The house is nice though.”

Since the only thing you two managed to get groceries to stock the fridge, he figured he’d start with something simple, cooking a big meal for the both of you wasn’t in the cards just yet and plus, he had to stop cooking so much food now, since it was two instead of seven. Whipping up some beef bulgogi and placing the kimchi next to it, you stood at the island and began eating, sighing and humming as you ate, which was a habit of yours when something was extremely good.

You took some of the kimchi and ate while you finished your meal halfway through before stopping and digging into your purse, pulling out a bottle of wine and setting it on the table. Grabbing two plastic cups, since there were no glasses yet, you poured a cup for him and handed it to him and then one for you and looked at him. “I know this is as weird for you as it is for me, but I’m not going to be walking on eggshells around you. You’re busy with BTS and I’m busy with modeling so…” You lifted up your cup. “No awkwardness, we’re a married couple, not under the best circumstances I’m sure but let’s make the best of it. Husband.” You tapped his cup and took a sip before going back to eating.

Demanding for sure. Jin didn’t know how to take you at all. The first couple of weeks were chaotic with the furniture coming in and his schedule starting up again. You hired a cleaning service to clean every week and a lawn service to keep the grass and weeds in check. Since winter was approaching, it wasn’t needed as much but you did make a list in the back of your head to get some flowers once the cold days were over.

Although you and Jin slept in the same room, he always stayed close to the edge while you sprawled out in the middle of the bed, occasionally elbowing him in his back and apologizing afterwards. For a woman with a princess complex, you were a wild sleeper for sure and it was almost comical because he would wake up and often see you with your mouth open, hair out of the bun you left in and curls across your forehead.

Eventually, you two would have to sit down and figure out each other’s upcoming schedules, with you having a few gigs that were offered and his touring schedule. You did have to make time for each other at some point, as a married couple now. He would be gone for a couple of months and although you did model, it was only a few days or so out of the week, so you’d have to find something to do during your spare time. Things were definitely going to get rocky over the course of these first five years and who knew, maybe you and Jin would hit it off.

One thing that was also in your contract was to see a marriage counselor after the first year, which was going to be difficult in itself, since the following year would be him enlisting.

Waking up one morning, you went for a morning jog and showered before his alarm went off. Your hair up in a ponytail with a few loose curls falling out and you stood in the kitchen at the island, dressed in a black velour jacket and matching pants with a white camisole underneath. You made a pot of tea and poured it into two mugs and set them on the counter. Grabbing your notepad and a bedazzled pen that you started clicking while adding some honey to your tea, you waited for him to get ready and leaned against the counter as he walked out in a pair of sweats and a white shirt, dressed for rehearsals. He paused and looked at the mug and then at you. “Is there something you wanted to talk about?” He asked, raising an eyebrow and grabbing the mug from the counter. You grinned and nodded, clearing your throat.

“So, since we’ve been married for almost a month, I think it’s time we figure out our schedules, don’t you think? It’ll be easier to maneuver that way, I guess. It’ll at least be easier for me anyways. We have to spend ‘quality time’ to get to know each other so I need to know what you’re doing at all times.” He raised both brows, taking a sip from the tea and glancing at the clock. He had to be at rehearsals in an hour so he had some time to spare before, especially with living only a couple of minutes away. You clicked the pen and looked up at him. “So, just tell me your basic week of what you do.”

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kweebtrash · 5 years ago

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About Me

PLEASE READ: As of NOV 2022

Personal:

28/USA/Afro-Carribean

BLM, FTP, ACAB

Sagittarius sun, scorpio moon, taurus rising (i know, im sorry)

I speak english and spanish (kinda poorly but i understand everything)

Taken/Queer/They/Them

insert stereotypical im a “weeb, nerd, gamer, metalhead” shit here

i’m no longer writing kpop fanfics but i am writing other stories on my main tumblr @sad--succubus

if we used to talk on here and you’d like to reconnect, please still message me on either blog. i will answer either way. i’ve been away for a long time but i’d like to find the friends i used to talk to.

K-pop:

2nd Gen Kpop stan

Girl Groups (some i know the members, some i just like the music): 2ne1, f(x), Girls Generation, CLC, Red Velvet, G-idle, EXID, Mamamoo, 4Minute, Wondergirls, Sistar, Blackpink

Boy Groups (some i know the members, some i just like the music) Pentagon, NCT 127, Monsta X, Stray Kids, Ateez, WayV, Seventeen, ACE, Victon, BAP, Got7, Big Bang, EXO, SuJu, Shinee, Block B, iKon, Winner, VIXX,

Co-Ed KARD, Triple H, Troublemaker

Solos Jessi, DPRLive, DPRIan, Jooyoung, G-Dragon, Taeyang, Hyuna, Dawn, Gray, Dean, Bloo, Woodz, Jay Park, Zico, Mino, Bobby, Holland, Sik-k, Huta, Flowsik, Ravi, Crush, Giriboy, Sunmi, Hyolyn, Hwasa

Ults (Girl): #1-Hwasa, #2-Hyuna, #3-Jessi, #4-Irene

Ults (Boys): (Past #1) Taeyang, (Past #2) Yoongi, Current #1- Johnny Suh, Current #2- Yang Hongseok

Some Other Biases: Mark Tuan (Got7), Mingi (Ateez), Mingyu (SVT), Irene (Red Velvet), LE (EXID), Youngguk (BAP), Seungwoo (Victon), Kun (WayV), Eunhyuk (SuJu), Hyungwon (MX), Felix (SKZ), Sehun (Exo), B.M & Jiwoo (KARD), BK (ACE), Taeil (Block B), Leo (VIXX)

Who I Write For:

Pentagon:

Hui

Edawn

Hongseok

Kino

Yuto

Nct/Wayv:

Johnny

Jaehyun

Yuta

Taeil

Kun

Lucas

Other Possible Groups (that i've thought about but havent really started anything)

Seventeen:

Mingyu

Wonwoo *

Red Velvet:

Irene

Joy

Mamamoo:

Hwasa *

Solos:

Monster Woo

Christian Yu

DPRLive

Jessi

Hyuna*

Sik-k

*Have written or featured in stories already

What I Write:

Smut, Angst, sporadic fluff, Full length series, one-shots, drabbles

Exploring & explaining kinks/BDSM, queer/POC issues, POC characters, reader inserts/ambiguous reader (but please assume that my stories are made specifically for people of color), mental health issues, suicide/death, (light) substance abuse (not addiction really), partying, some sexual assault

Warnings and features (what the goods for the sex scene are) are written above the story

I have OCs in 2 of my series and i occasionally add characterization to (ambiguous) reader fics.

For ambiguous reader fics i still try and stay away from descriptive words (for hair, skin, body shape, etc) as much as possible

i do write mostly for afab people (in sexual situations, of which all of my stories have). Sometimes i write sex scenes from the male perspective

I use mostly she pronouns in stories and sometimes they/them (still for afab person)

i have written a single chapter of idolxidol (explicit sex and kissing) and write mentions of it (like exes and relationships a/o experiences) but its not my forte or specific thing i go for. I dont normally ship the members of a group. (Exceptions are JohnJae and Johnta, but again not my forte or first thing i go for)

I dont take requests anymore (because it takes me forever to complete one and i need to be in the right mood & headspace.)

i don’t rp/erp

#me

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melon-scenarios · 5 years ago

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NEW BLOG

Hey guys! We’re a new POC blog! We tried to make this a year ago but we never got round to doing it properly so here we go! We’ve noticed there’s a lacking in K-pop scenarios/reactions for POC so we will be writing exclusively for POC and also plus-size readers too.

We write for: BTS Ateez Seventeen Monsta X

We make: Reactions Asks Scenarios Headcanons Ships (Selca & Written) Moodboards Fake Texts/Snaps

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shutupheathersorryheatherr · 2 years ago

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Dreams, Sofas, and Whines:

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so a little bit ago I stumbled across some smut writing prompts and i couldn't stop thinking about them + Kevin and well... it kinda just spiraled from there

promts: "care to help me out?", " Were you dreaming about me again?"

waningz: Oral sex (f receiving), kissing, smut in general, Kevin being not confident in his oral skills lol, sex dreams, couch sex, cursing, clit kissing? Kevin & y/n are fwb, verrry slightly hinted at romantic feelings, afab reader, Kevin’s parents think something’s goin on between y’all (idk if that’s a warning just wanted to put it in there), reader fooling themself into think they don’t wanna fuck Kevin, lots of talk about boners lol, first time having sex with each other, Kevin comes in his pants (no idea what thats called), slight overstim (m receiving), dry humping, switching positions? Don't think there's any mention of reader having tits but reader does have a vagina, finger sucking, Kevin asks reader to guide him as he’s eating them out, hand job, cum eating, reader calls Kevin good boy, and Kevin calls reader sweetheart, mentions of food and talking about kevins hands around a cup with condensation, kevins hands? I’m sorry it’s not edited well :( AND PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD PUT AN AGE INDICATOR IN YOUR BIO SAYING YOURE NOT. A. MINOR!! BEFORE INTERACTING OR ELSE I WILL BLOCK YOU

You and Kevin are friends. No, scratch that, you're best friends. You care about each other more than anything. You've made friends with his parents by now, laughing whenever they send both you suspicious glances and or ever sent the guy a thumbs up whenever you two paired off from y'all's little group. You brushed those little things off with the thought that it was all fun and games. That yeah, all good parents do that with their child's friends. And you know what they say; all the good and more easily believed lies are based in some sort of truth.

The truth was: you knew you were fooling yourself. The thought that your own mind was subconsciously covering up thoughts of him... that had been lingering for a while now. And you knew why you acted that way-- repressing thoughts of his fingers on you, in you, dragging themselves all over you, preferably leaving a trail of his cum in their wake. And the worst thing was, you had these thoughts at the weirdest and most inconvenient times. But you were going off on another tangent. It seems to happen a lot because of the man. Especially right now, which you were brought back to. The reality you were trying to escape from; with his fingers wrapped around a fast-food soda cup, condensation dripping onto his fingers. And fuck, he just wont let go of the thing. He claimed he was thirsty. And you knew he wasn't bluffing. Believe me, you kept your eye of if he drank water that day.

Mostly because you cared for him greatly, but a little sliver of you, the part that knew why your mind was a pot bubbling over when you were around him, wanted to see his fingers wrapped around his canteen or up. But you'd never say that aloud. At least no yet.

You're on your sofa. It's quiet, but not awkward. It's as comfortable as it could be/ Due to his busy all the time schedule, you don't get time like this to just enjoy each other's company in relative silence much. So you're both intent to enjoy it while it lasts. You just weren't prepared to enjoy it as much as you did then. Because somewhere along the way of lazily talking you noticed that Kevin hadn't responded for a while. It wasn't necessarily new. You were both tired, and maybe he just wanted to wait until you were done taking to say anything. But at the second time you called his name. Softly, just in case he was sleeping. You noticed how relaxed he was on his side of the sofa, slumped against the arm rest and pillow clutched to his front. He looked so calm and peaceful and quite frankly beautiful, you thought

A second later you realized that people who really were just friends and only thought about themselves and their relationship that way didn’t stare like that at each other and think those things. So you tossed you blanket off and laid it over his sleeping form. You had suspected he'd stay the night because of how late it was anyways. And how it was the weekend. But why did your mind suddenly flash to both of you, in your bed, with him gripping onto your hips hard enough to leave marks as he mumble doubt a string of incoherent thoughts? Why did a shiver run up and back down your spine when you thought of him spending the night with you another way. One that ended in satisfaction on both of your parts and learning, first hand this time and not because of tipsy confessions about preferences. About each other inside and out. Him leaning what you taste like, you finding out what he feels like.

But that was ow this usually went, he'd come over, do something, two seconds later you'd excuse yourself to the bathroom to go and splash cold water on your face. And you'd torture yourself with him, knowing that he wouldn't ever want you like that. Or at least never admit it to you— Unless he was drunk and sad.... which did happen one time. But that was besides the point, you thought as you climbed into bed, covering yourself with the blankets. You let sleep lull you into a dreamless land as you tossed and turned. You were awoken before dawn, to the sound of... moaning? It was coming from the living room you were sure of it. And that was where Kevin was, wasn't it? In your dreary eyed sleep deprived brain you shot out of bed, thinking he had a bad dream. He had been complaining a lot about those lately whenever he'd dose off and make incoherent sleepy noises that You guessed could be interpreted that way.

You made your way over to him on the sofa. And where greeted with the blissed-out face of him laid, squirming and wigging, on your sofa. he looked so pretty, you thought. There was that slight smile on his face even in sleep. And... oh god he was bucking his hips up toward noting, trying to search for some sort of friction. Your stomach did a kicking routine and, before you knew it your underwear was sticking to our drenched core. Shit, you nearly moaned out, stopping yourself before you got loud enough to wake him. He was having a sex dream... If you couldn't believe it now, then the way he whined out your name made it feel even more real to you. oh shit, it was almost like you couldn't wrap your head around that concept. That he was not only having an apparently very vivid sex dream, but that very vivid sex dream had you in the center of it.

You shook your head and him, before sighing and making your way back to your room. That was when you heard him stirring. You stopped dead in your tracks, cursing to yourself. It seemed like he was still half asleep when get let out a final groan of ecstasy. “Mmmf!” He funnily shot up to look at who was there. And was met with you slowly turning around to meet his eyes. You knew you couldn’t just tell him it was a dream and force hint or go back to bed. Neither of you could. Definitely not with a very prominent tent you could see even through the blanket that he was holding over his chest like he was naked and caught changing.

Which, in all honesty wasn’t that differ t with what you actually caught him with. But this time he had a shirt on… and pj pants… and you didn’t think pjs could ever look that good on someone until now. It was just a regular white tee shirt, a little (very nicely) disfigured and tousled looking, and well ya know pj bottoms. But god, did you wanna take them off. Make the collar of that shirt damp from you sucking at the spot on his neck right about where the white threads stared.

He sunk deeper into the covers he had pulled to his hips when he sat up, realizing what you had walked in on. He leaned forward awkwardly in a miserably failing attempt to hide the ahem problem he was having. You clenched and unclenched your fists in an attempt to stay calm. "Hey!" He said way too happily for the time of night it was and for what had just happened. Cool, you thought, so this is what he wants to do: pretend he wasn't just moaning out my name like he was about to cum?

You gave the man a little wave. "Hey." You started, trying to maintain eye contact, "Sorry I just-- uh" Your stupid eyes just had to choose that moment right then to dart right back down to tent underneath thin blanket. He noticed it too, and bashfully went back to hunching over awkwardly. Why did he have to relax? Doesn't he realize that-- "I though you were having a nightmare. Ya know... you've been telling me... ya know." You rambled.

If it was even possible, he looked even more embarrassed now then before. Before, it was like an, oh shit my fly is unzipped thing. Now, it was like, Oh shit I don't have any pants on thing. He folded his arms and stuck his palms in his armpits, his thumbs tapping wildly at his collarbone where they rested. A sure sign of being nervous of how and what he'd say next. "Oh yeah, that..." He trailed off, as if just remembering. It sounded to you like somebody shouldn't even be "just remembering" now that they've been having bad dreams for a while.

You tried to play it off in your own mind, thinking that maybe he was just embarred by you bringing them up in a situation like this. But you knew him, and this wasn't one of those situations. You couldn't bare to keep lying to yourself about him like that anyways. So why was he acting like he just remembered that? It was almost like... like he was lying. You know that thing people do when they just remember a lie they made up a while ago and try to pass it off like it was totally real? Yeah, that.

So that meant... oh. OH! All this time it hadn't been nightmares. How could you not realize that? Now that you were thinking about it, it kinda was pretty obvious. Maybe it was just what you had wished to believe. NO matter if he did a really bad job at hiding it or not, you knew Everything now. And you also knew that he was looking at your lips currently. His eyes flickering between them and your eyes. Almost like. Like he was asking for permission to kiss you. You smirked at him. Finally he thought. "Where you dreaming bout me again?" You asked

He looked away. And I’m an attempt to hide him doing that he then rolled his eyes. Gosh even him rolling his eyes looked hot. You really needed to stop. “Again?” He scoffed. You took another step forward towards you sofa. “So, you’re still not denying that you were dreaming about me. At least this once.” You knew inside that him only dreaming about you this one little time wasn’t true. If it had been there would’ve been a way bigger chance you’d just leave it alone. Then promptly leave the room. But the that wasn’t the case now was it?

“well I’m not—“ he tried to explain. You shut him up with crossing your arms and wetting your lips. You gave him the look. Like bitch you better not play with me. He pressed his lips together and looked up at you. Finley you nearly whispered. He looked too pretty to be hidden away under a blanket of shame. “Listen,” he started before taking a large breath. Apparently preparing to either rap or deliver a sermon. “Yes. This isn’t the fist one. And only saying that because I know you know. I’ve been trying to hide it but—“ “Kevin I-“ you tried to interrupt him. Talk some sense into the poor guy. But eh only held up his hand at you.

“I’m just so sorry, ok! I know I know. It’s sounds gross. I-I sound gross! For thinking of you that way when we’re only friends and you know it’s weird for me, your friend to be thinking of you that way. Much more dreaming! I understand if you hate me now or you need space. Until I figure… whatever this is out. Or just until whenever you need. Haha it’s uh all up to you really. I get why you would be disappointed in me. I mean, I’m disappointed in me. Cause—“ you grabbed his jaw to shut him up. He blinked a few times, maybe to clear his head like you had done the moment you waked into this situation.

You weighed your options for the hundredth time. You wanted this. Him. And now that you knew he wanted you in the same way you couldn't stop thinking about that that would be like. To have him, for him to have you. Tangled together in a buddle of pure bliss and need, and satisfaction. It'd feel like a breath of fresh air, you thought. You wanted that. Needed it. Both of you did. And at that exact moment, he offered you a small smile, one that meant the world to you. His eyes crinkled beautifully as his lips curled upwards.

He relaxed in your hold. You decided tom bring him a little closer to your lips. And at the joy you saw in his eyes when you did so, you brought him closer still. It was a slow and steady progression. One that, in how much silence you too were in might have been awkward for anyone else. But not you too. It might've taken a couple tentative minutes, but that was how the two of you were.

And then finally, without another moments hesitation, his lips were on yours. And it really did feel like a breath of fresh air to have him there. Moving against you in perfect sync. His back was craned towards you just like his neck, his hand pressed hard into the sofa cushion. Enough to make an intent probably till morning. You shuddered that the thought-- that him and pieces of him would be there till morning. But finally, you decided to relive him of his oddly craned back. You didn't want it aching in the morning. At least that's what you told yourself. You placed a knee on the edge of the sofa cushion. Maybe this was a far as him or you wanted to go, and that would be fine. You just wanted to test if this was going to be the boundary.

But he smiled even more so into the kiss as his other palm came up to hold your face. Much to your delight he even leaned back a little. Though his back wasn't quite hitting the back of the cushion. That was where you'd really like to have him. You were between his legs, the blanket getting farther and farther away from either of yours skin. He let out the first whimper of the night when you got a little closer, his back hitting those cushions with a thud and bouncing off them. His lips formed into a line as he pressed them together, eyes widened and lust blown instead of crinkled now. You leaned in again, cherishing the freeing feeling of his lips. Only for him to chuckle as you got closer. You smiled in return. You scooted close enough to feel his bulge beneath your fingertips. He shuddered at the touch.

You ran your hands through his soft hair, messing it up even more than it already was. He pants when he pulls away. For a moment he just took in your features, no worries about what it'd seem like if he stared at you a second too long. At least not for now. "Care to help me out?" He asked, slapping his hands to his sides. Where was this coming from? You wondered. Being forehead like that wasn't really his forte. And it seemed like he realized how out of character that was for him too. But none the less you still answered him by grabbing both his wrists and placed them on your sides. A silent invitation that you wanted him to "help you out" too.

He immediately set to work, rubbing up and down your sides. It felt so warm and comforting. Having his hands run up and down you. He was still tentative not to get any further down your hips. But you had placed his palms there for a reason. You needed him to touch you. You leaned down to kiss him, grabbing both sides of his face. The kiss felt more needy now. If that was even possible. Like both of you were more urgent to lay the other down.

And lay him down you did. This felt so right with you on top of him. Your bodies pressed together comfortably. You bit down on his bottom lip and he whined again. This time louder, higher in pitch. Fuck you really wanted to hear that again. He brakes the kiss again, his thumbs drawing circles on your tummy. He moistens his lips before speaking, "But really, I'd hate for this to make it weird between us. You mean the world to me. I dunno what I'd do without you. Especially if I knew I drew you away." He nervously coughs and swallows at his own words, probably not expecting for them to be too serious and heavy at a time like this. You were taken aback for a moment, he was just as shocked as you were.

"It'll only be 'weird' if we make it that way, hm? And I'm pretty sure neither of us are feeling anything close to weird right now." You assure him, glancing down at that tent in his pants. He smiles to himself an ducks his head downward to your neck, landing a kiss on it's side. You breathed out a sigh of pleasure at the feeling. Warm lips touching heated skin. "Besides, I could never feel any other way but happiness with you." You added. At that moment he was still close to your neck. But when you said that he glanced up at you before thrusting his head to meet your lips again in an almost chaste kiss. "Yeah, I could say the same about you." He mumbled against your lips. "And you're sure you don't hat me for having those... dreams?" He said tentatively. You kiss him and he smiles at you. "Fuck no. I love em." You said before the both of you dove right back in. You palmed him as he breathed out a moan at eh contact.

You smirked to yourself, feeling proud you could make him feel this way. He practically sounded relieved. "Ah! I-I wanna make you feel good too." He said, stuttering because of the pleasure he was finally getting. Precum was already probably starting to pearl at his tip. At his words you started to grind against his thigh. He flexed it for you and jerked it upwards in time with your movements. "Oh, my-- Fuck!" You moaned, as quietly as you could. God it really did feel good. Better than you'd expected. You taking the lead here and grinding on him what just what he both of you needed. For one, his thigh bone was hitting your clit just right for you to feel like lolling your head back and screaming his name.

You ran your fingers down is chest, feeling of him with one hand. The other was pulling at the strands at the back of his neck. And lost in the feeling of the moment, his mind only filling with the thought that you were feeling good. Sure, you were currently palming him and he never wanted you to stop. But him (even if that part of him was his thigh.) He was making you feel good. He didn't realize how much that thought effected him until he felt his high coming. He started bucking up into your palm, barely unable to think straight and stop the sighs and breathy whines spilling from his mouth. Which for some reason could not stay all the way closed by the way. He really didn't want to come now. He couldn't, not with the whole night ahead of you too.

And it'd also be kinda embarrassing if he came from you palming him that quickly anyways. But goddam the sounds you were making. Right in his ear too. He had to act now or he'd never stop himself. You barely noticed how long you had been grinding on him while palming him still until Kevin slowed your movements. He grasped your hand as well. "No no no," He protested. "I don't want to cum yet." You stopped, unsure of what to do next. He flipped the too of you over so you where now under him. He swallowed you lips whole. Engulfing them in his own in a clash of the heat coming from both of you. You tugged at the bottom of his shirt, signaling that you wanted it off and out of the way. But he just couldn’t seem to tear himself away from you mouth. Probably smiling into the kiss way more than someone who was currently kissing their friend “just cause they’re horny” should be. You could tell he was trying to maintain being cool, calm, and collected. But by the way he was fumbling over the piece of cloth he was trying to get past his shoulders. (And by the way he was awkwardly trying to avoid his boner) He wasn't doing the best job at hiding what he was really feeling.

He didn't even think to move the shirt away from the two of you on the sofa, absent-mindedly placing it beside him as he leaned down towards you again. Thinking that now that he got a taste of you, he'd never be able to stop. And his enthusiasm showed that too. The kiss might've been sloppy, but neither of you wanted to pull away for air because of just how good and right it all felt. You run your hands over every part of his torso, wanting to memorize it. All the while he presses open mouthed kisses on your neck. He groaned at the felling of your warm hands on his skin. The sound reverberating through you and going straight to your core.

He finally pulls himself away from your wonderful lips. You're a little confused when he gets up suddenly and makes his way down your body. He puts in fingers in the waistband of your pants. "Can I... can I eat you out?" He asks. And did he really think you'd say no? How the fuck could you ever refuse that? Not like you've been having dreams about him snaking his togue down your folds and sucking on your clit. So he gently pulls your pants down like he was afraid he'd mess up an act so trivial as that. He places them by his shirt that was somehow kicked onto the floor at some point in the last few minutes. You can see him swallow thickly when you help him shimmy out of your underwear. He mumbled an "oh shit." In what nearly sounded like a moan coming from him like that. And it only made you wetter. He licks his lips in a way that almost made it seem like he was teasing you.

He licks a long stripe up you, landing at your clit and staying there for a second. Just testing the waters for now, but it was a whole new type of ecstasy for you. You let out a strangled moan and he dives in at the sound. With his newfound eagerness (or maybe now he just wasn't holding back his want for you) He latches his mouth into your clit like a man starved of water and sucks. His lips wrapped around you and his ears listening to what pace made you moan the loudest. He whines into you in return, sending a shock wave of pleasure through you and up your veins. Your hands find their way to his shoulders again, rubbing small circles with your thumbs on his back. "Shit, shit, shit" you chant. And he's trying. Trying so damn hard to stop himself from coming apart at the seams and turning into a mess when you start bucking your hips into his face. He takes a second to move away from you.

"This okay?" He asks, looking up at your wit hooded eyes clouded with even more lust, and want, and pure need than before. Your hands went to his hair to move him closer to your pussy. "God yes." You pant, "Why'd you stop?" It sounded like a plea. And Kevin wasn't about to refuse you. It's just, you knew this but... he'd only done this once before .And he didn't even think he was that good at it then. What about now? Years later. And he knew what worked for one person probably wouldn't work for the other. So if he was being honest, he had no idea what he was doing. He tried to remember what you told him you liked a while ago. What you had talked about with him. But his mind was so overwhelmed with the taste pf you, the scent of you, that he was here, with you, doing this, the sound of your moans for him, and just plain old making sure he doesn't embarrass himself and 1) not make you feel good. And 2) cum in his pants or make a weird sound that turns you off. So after licking another stripe up you, sticking to what he knows, he pulled away form you again. You, thinking that he wants to kiss you, don't think much of it. Until he speaks.

His hands go to your his and rest there, rubbing your skin. "Can you guide me?" He asks. You nearly let you a pleasured sigh at the thought. Now you really wish he'd kiss you. "Thought you'd never ask." So you knotted your fingers in his hair again and guided him back down to your dripping pussy. He let out a breathy moan at the sensation of your fingers curled in his hair, firmly planted at the roots, almost feeling like you were grounding him. He can't help it anymore, his hips start to jolt an buck into the sofa cushion. The friction he feels is all too much and not enough all at once. He wants more. More more more of you. And he can't seem to stop. But really, he probably should. He buries his face in you slowly, his nose hitting your clit. You groan. He goes back up to it and plants a little kiss there, making you repeat the sound. Then... he's lost on what to do again. "A little down." You step in. He moved from your clit to your hole and dips his pretty wet tongue into you. That's when you just about lost it. "Oh Fuck!" He wiggles it around inside of you, stretching you out with just his tongue beautifully.

"That-- keep doing that." You pant. trying hard to keep yourself from stuttering. More spit gets mixed with your juices and it becomes messier, more frantic as his lips buck faster and start rolling into the cushion. The fabric of his underwear beginning to grow a wet patch where his cock was confined. "Flatten your tongue." You say, your eyes never leaving his as he glances up at you. You guide him up to your clit again and he does just as he was instructed. "Good boy." You mumble out, your fingers ghosting over his shoulders. You start bucking into his face again, trying your hardest not to suffocate him. You tug on his hair to bring him closer to you. And he whines out. The sound again going straight to your core. Shit you really were close, you could practically feel yourself dripping onto his tongue. He grips your hips a little tighter. His fingers sneaking downwards towards your tights. His thrusts into the edge of your sofa become deeper and more frantic and he can't hold back any longer. He literally cannot.

After trying to concentrate on you more than his need to release. (Bad idea, now all he can think about is how you taste.) He licks, and swirls his tongue the way he came to realize you liked it after trial and "error" that felt more like teasing all around just where you needed him most for you. You could feel how much he was really paying attention to how loud you moaned and how much you squirmed under him when he did something a little different; Your hands grasped his hair a little tighter as he started fucking you with that delicious tongue of his. That's when, with a final buck of his hips into your sofa he spilled in his pants with a series of whines, never once pulling his mouth away from you.

The vibrations and those lovely sounds he was making was sending you over the edge. With his face burred in your cunt, you couldn't help but look down at him. And to your surprise he was already looking deep into your eyes this whole time. You couldn't help but wonder if he was staring at that way when he was coming. And god, the thought of him coming in his pants untouched from just him licking you. It did something to your already nearly coming state. A second later and you were coming apart just as desperately as he was. He made sure to lap up every bit of release you so lovingly spilled out for him. He was still grinding down onto your sofa cushions, not really caring about that dull ach that was starting to form within him. He's just still too hard to think about anything else than feeling relief again. And you're still bucking up into his face, no mater how breathless you are from his mouth.

You start getting aroused again from his mouth still being on you. "K-kiss, please." Is the first word uttered between the two of you after starting to come down from your highs. Kevin says it, you comply. He shoots up towards you and this time you're the one who is swallowing his lips whole with a kiss. You taste yourself on his tongue. He couldn't help but breath out a little whine into you. It's more of a sigh of relief more than anything, though. All breathy, and stupidly hot sounding. Too good not to try and get out of him again.

He's closer to you know. His crotch on your thigh. Definitely in a much better position, you think. And that's when an idea pops into your head. You smirk into his lips and roll your hips into him. He freezes, his lips stoping thier movements on yours for a moment. He doesn't know how he should respond to this. Should he return the gesture? Should he just keep kissing you and not do anytging about it? Do you wanna go again cause fuck he would not in the slightest be opposed to that. He slowly pulls his kiss blown, wet, and puffy lips away from you. You can't help but think that you're mezmerized by the taste, the feeling, of him him him. "Can I--" He can barely get the words out of his mouth, his mind too clouded by pure lust for you. And maybe just a little bit of nervousness of what you're going to say. Luckily, you know what he was aiming for. "Yes! Fuck, god please yes." You say quickly.

At that moment, just like before. All you want is him. Near you, on you, all over you it really doesn't matter. And by the look in his eyes and the way he feverishly kisses you after you stop talking he might even want it more than you if that was even possible. Not a minute later he grinds into you, unable to stop himself, really. You just feel so good. Any of you and all of you. Even if it was "just your thigh." Though it wasn't "just" anything to him. far from it. Any part of you he could have. Whatever part of yourself you'd let him partake felt wonderful to him. He starts panting again as you chase his thigh and grind up against him. You let out a throaty groan. And wow, before then he didn't think someone's thigh could fee so nice. So satisfying to all his senses and more. His sweat pants clad legs. Oh god you never thought that someone’s thigh could feel so good to you. He had it positioned just right, no doubt on purpose. So that whenever either of you two moved his right bone that would wonderfully flex would rub up against your clit deliciously. In a way that made you wanna suck and bite on his lips. And that made you realize that he still has his pants on. And that now, you really wanted to see him. All of him. So only one of you having your pants off simply won't do. You snuck your hand down to his bulge just like before.

"it feels really ah! good when y-you do that." He sighed out when your hand made contact with his length. He bucked into your hand then looked at you with sorry eyes. He had a feeling he knew you were just trying to remove his pants. And he wouldn’t be supposed to that. You’d be equal. Skin on skin. And you know not trying to give him a hand job. But he really couldn’t help himself.

Believe me, he wanted to. He really wanted to. But you, both of you, here, like together. It was too much to handle. He realizes he probably sounds really needy. But he also realizes that you don't seem to mind. If anything, it kinda looks like you enjoy him being like this for you. He let the final bit of nervousness that bubbled up out of him and into his mind slip away from his mind as you slipped off his pants. You take a final glance at him before you, under you. Asking for permission by toying with the elastic of his boxers. He nods his head. "Mmhm. Yes... Please." He breathed. You slip your fingers expertly inside just like you had so easily pulled off his pants. Your fingers come in contact with his rock hard dick and all thoughts leaves his mind. He doesn't know what to do. He wants to throw his head back and let the moan fly past his lips about just how good it all feels with you on top of him like this. He also really wants to lean forward towards you and suck on your neck or your chest, or just something to show you how much he likes what you're doing.

He settles for a groan into your skin.

You grind down on him, his thigh providing a perfect sensation to bring you closer to your high. It seems to hit you just right. And if you had been wearing your underwear and shorts still you would've long soaked through them. It was like him and body was practically made for you. "You know you can touch me too, right?" You asked him, sounding a little more breathless than you wanted to from all those wonderful sensations he was giving you. Looking down at the man, you saw he was halfway unraveled under you. At the invitation his hands shoot up to your hips and run up and down your sides, taking a second to respond cause of how delicious your hand felt wrapped around him tightly like it was. "Oh, uh yeah-- mm! sorry." He broke his sentence when your thumb brushed past his tip. That made him want to give you more too. You know, make you feel the same wonderful way you were making him?

He flexed his thigh again and bucked it up into you to meet the next roll of your hips halfway. "Oh, god-- Kevin!" You grunted. "S-top, stop teasing." He whimpered at your words. He felt good. Well, more than good knowing that he made you feel that way. No longer was he focused on both of you. Now it was just all you and how he could bring you to the edge along with him. Both of you are panting, the skin of your legs sticking together and your torso feeling just as hot at your core as his warm lovely hands feel around you. In a spur of the moment decision, he holds your hips, steadies them, and helps you grind on his thigh. You let out a long breathy sigh of relief at the feeling he's made for you. This angle makes the stimulation a little harder, and boy does it make you go into overdrive. Your hand picks up speed stroking him as he helps you get off on him, loving and relishing the thought himself.

It feels like heaven in a moment this way. All of your slick is pooling onto him. But he doesn't mind, it makes him wanna cum right now actually. Your heat starts pulsating on him a few seconds later and neither of you could take it anymore. IT was the feeling of his bare warm thigh rubbing up against your bare heat as it feels like he's almost torturing your clit with how good it feels. The both of you came together. Him with a high pitched strangled moan and you with something equally as desperate. He whines deliciously with his face buried into your neck. Noting else on either of your minds except each other. Your fingers become sticky with his release to match the skin of his thigh. You're left panting and wreathing as you fall on top of him, his chin landing on top your head and planting a kiss there a second later. You're still clenching around noting as he wraps his arms around your back.

Your hand releases him and you slide yourself off his thigh. He lets out a hiss because of how sensitive he is and because of the loss of the warm comforting contract of your palm. He faces you as you lay there beautiful next to him. You're all sweaty and tired from the lovely whirlwind you took each other on, but to him you couldn't have looked more amazing as your panting faded away in sync. "Sorry I made a mess on your hand." He said into the crook of your neck, his breath fanning over your skin and kiss nose rubbing up against you. You perked up at that, almost having forgotten about it before. You looked down at your hand at your side. "Oh yeah... that." You chuckled, bringing your fingers to your mouth as you made eye contact with him. He seemed to realize what you were about to do and grabbed your wrist the minute it was close enough to his reach.

You watched him as he guided them to your mouth and dipped them in ever so gently that the touch would barely be viewed as anything sexual. He looked at your in awe as you sucked on your own fingers. Once they were out of your mouth he did the same with his own, savoring the taste of your arousal on his tongue the same way you had done with his. It brought him back to not long ago when he was licking you to your first orgasm. And he never wanted to stop tasting you, and it. "God, y/n." He starts, throwing his head back onto the pillow he had slept on earlier you both were cuddled up on, "You taste so good." You enveloped his lips in a kiss, your mouths moving in perfect sync just as before. Everything you both felt poured into one act seemingly as simple as that. You both eventually (sadly) had to brake apart. You tucked the hair that fell into Kevin's face up and behind his ear, your fingers lingering there for a moment. He popped up into a sitting position.

"I'll go get a cloth for the uh... mess." HE gestured towards his leg and the rest of his release on your hand as he was searching for his pants underneath the messy blanket. He slipped them on, not bothering with his shirt, not like you minded one bit. He really was a sight to see. A second later you heard the water running in your bathroom and pulled yourself off the sofa too. Your feet hit the cold floor with a chill, already missing his warmth. You shimmed on your underwear and headed to where Kevin was found, standing in front of your sink shutting off the water. You leaned on the doorframe and watched him peel down his pants and wipe of the remnants of your slick off his thigh. You didn't think about much while you were posted there, just breathing lightly and freely. Just like you always felt you could around him. Once he was done and he had cleaned off your hand (he insisted he do it.)

You kissed him dearly. Neither of you really want to let go or think about what any of this would mean for both of you. Just that it felt really good and really right. You pulled him down to you more, seated on your toilet. His hands found their places on either side of you. A feeling safe rather than caged in. He pulls away just enough to look into your eyes. "We've got all night... Or forever to do whatever you want. Whichever one works." He smiles

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"I'm yours, you're mine. Like Paradise."

Summery: Han Jisung has a bad day and it ends up in you too dancing in the kitchen.... just lots of fluff. A slice of life if you will

Warnings/info: Physical touch (in a non-sexual way. just reader and han being all lovvy dovvy), mentions of reader and Han having sex a lot (safely & consentaully) , reader in gn!, Jisung had a bad day but it aint angsty, mentions of going to go take a shower...? Idk man im tryna include anything that might be triggering, jokes about getting premature arthritis (not spoken of in a way that talks down upon ppl with arthritis), mentions of food, kissing, swearing, lots of tooth rotting fluff, think that’s it pls let me know if I missed anything!

ps, highly recommend listening to the song while you read/ before or after you read :)

His arms curl around your waist. His pointer finger interlocking on the other side on the front of your belly. As his chin finds its way to nestle in the crook of your neck. He hums. To himself, to both of you, it really didn't matter. It was a beautiful sound either way. He hums something familiar to you, sounding like the same chorus repeated over and over again. A never ending sound of sweetness. But then he stops abruptly. At what would have been the mid chorus of the song. "Need any help?" He asks. You can practically hear the smile smeared on his face as he turns you around to face him.

His hair was damp and frizzy from running a town over his strands. It almost looked as if he had rubbed his hair on a balloon. That was when the surprise he was even there set in. Earlier, when he had gotten home, closing the door with a loud, and to any random person, dramatic sigh, you knew he was tired. Well, more tired than usual. He didn't even have to say it. Just by the look on his face you knew his joints and muscles were aching like he had run a marathon. Cause, he kinda did. He eased his feet out of his shoes and kicked them to the side without much care. With a promise to pick them up later, he dragged his feet to the kitchen table where you were siting. Scooted out a chair then plopped down next to you. He whipped a lazy and somehow strained looking hand over his face and chuckled.

Up until then neither of you had exchanged more than a few words when he came in. "It's official," He laughed, "I'm getting old. I wonder if I'm developing premature arthritis." His smiled peaked out from the bottom of his hand that was still resting over his eyes. "Same thing as yesterday?" You asked him. He nodded and shifted in his seat. "Same thing." For the past couple days, he and his members had been working on new choreo for a show coming up. And also for the past couple days, Jisung hadn't been able to get this one move right. If he wasn't forgetting it entirely, then he was stumbling over on it. And both times he'd requested to get dropped off at your place rather than the dorm. The night before he had come back more sulky than tonight. Tonight, was more him just being plain old exhausted. He had wanted to come over to see you. ("Facetime wouldn't have cut it tonight, darling. Not like it ever really does though." He said.)

Needless to say, it made you smile just as much on the inside as it showed on the outside how happy you were that seeing you and being around you made him happy. Even if it was just being in each other's presence but doing something completely separate, occasionally nodding your head other to ask a question or to see how each other's little thing or project was doing. To cheer him up, you both had joked about how he could just replace the move, coming up with more and more outlandish and crazy ideas of what that replacement move could be. Twerking or hitting the whip and nay nay of corse begin the top two options.

And this time again, he was at your apartment. Even more wiped out than before. Earlier, you got out of your seat and stood in front of him. Jisung buried his head into your stomach, your fingers finding their way through the maze of his hair, still a little oily and sweaty feeling from before. And you stood there, thinking wow, this feels so fine. So nice and relaxing. Like a deep breath of lavender scented air. You smiled down at the man who couldn't see it on your face. "Felix called in sick this morning. He was fine yesterday but..." He trailed off in defeat, " So that makes two people that can't make it." He mumbled into your stomach. God, you thought, if it was all discombobulated yesterday with Changbin being sick, it must've been even crazier today. "I know," He slurs, as if reading your mind, "It felt like we were preparing for an air raid in there. With everyone running around." "You sure you wanna go back tomorrow?" You asked.

He lifted his head from your belly at your words, his face looking just as disheveled as his hair now. He blinked slowly. "Yeah, yeah. We both know you have to." You said, looking towards the door to make sure he had locked it behind him. Suddenly, you were pulled in for a hug. His arms wrapped themselves tightly around your middle. It sure might've looked a little bit awkward to most people. You were standing up; he was all hunched over on the edge of his seat. "How about you go take a shower and I heat up some dinner?" You suggested. This, a similar form, was usually the time one of you'd would comment on how sweaty he was, then without fail he'd make some sort of joke about the ways you could make him even sweatier. Or he'd say something about showering together to "conserve the hot water." Which was an actual real problem in your building. So he wasn't terribly off base with that.

And half the time those comments and jokes about how it'd be better if you'd just take a shower together-- then, nine times out of ten ended in him reminding you how if you wanted, he could get you a penthouse with a view with a very much working hot water heater. (“Then you won't be able to ask if we can shower together. It'll never be necessary." You tease. To which he'd say, "I keep saying it, I'd wash the sand off the shore for you." "Ok, Poseidon. Go ahead and try.") Without fail every day, no matter how sweaty and gross he was. No matter how tired he seemed. When he came to your apartment, he greeted you with a kiss that felt like for a moment, you were only focusing on each other. Noting else. He usually couldn't even get to closing the front door before enveloping all your senses in him. In something that felt strangely like a peppy beat you could dance to. Like a song that you'd never get tired of.

The way he'd pull you in your waist so gently felt like he was conveying all his love for you in One. Single. Touch. It seemed like he showed up, no matter how tired he was for anything and everything. Not like you minded one bit though. ("Shit," you laughed one time as you opened the door for him one early morning. He had come over cause he wanted to have breakfast with you. "What am I, wind? Seems like I blow you right to my door.") But now, with no complaints from you, it was back to the present with you facing him in the kitchen. The shower had seemed to pep him up a bit. He was closer to his smiley self now. He nodded his head over to what you were heating up on the stovetop, food from last night.

You had two different pans going: one for the main dish and one for the side. Without thinking, Jisung moved from you to turn the burner down a little, seeing as one was heating up faster than the other and neither of you wanted just peas alone for dinner. "There's no music playing in here or anything?" He asked. He's right. You usually had something playing in the background. In fact, you too had collaborated and made a special cooking playlist for times like these. But you had been so lost in thought you forgot to put something on. You didn't answer him. "Thought you'd be asleep." You half asked him. "And yet you're still heating up food for more than just you." He smiled, going to the drawer behind you to retrieve silver wear and napkins.

"How dare you." You put a hand to your chest in mock anger, "Maybe I'm just that hungry." Jisung came back over to you, and you caught a glimpse of him from the side al smiley again, stirring the pot of peas so they wouldn't stick. Suddenly, lot he had gotten the best idea of his life, he dropped the spoon in the pot and rushed to your room. He came back with a Bluetooth speaker he had gifted you a few months back and wearing one of your oversized zip up hoddies. At this point neither of you even had to ask, you both just shared cloths with each other. He pressed a couple things on his phone and voila! The percussion of the song he was humming earlier was heard loud and clear. Starting off with three bass chords being played. You started swaying to the beat a second before he pulled you in and interlocked hands with yours putting one palm around your waist, when the first lines of the song were spoken.

As much as he had a hard time with dancing today, he sure didn't mind swaying with you and messily trying to avoid your toes as he held your hand to the side of you two like he was preparing for a very highly refined waltz. His chin found its way to the crook of you neck again, trying to listen to the sound of your reverberating heartbeat over the singer's voice. He pressed a gently tender kiss to the middle of your neck. Where his lips just happened to fall. "Feels like I'm yours. Feels right. So fine. I'm yours. You're mine. Like paradise." He sang along, feeling as if he had written the lyrics himself to you for you. It was quiet, but the sound of his voice could have been heard throughout your apartment. It tickled the skin of your ear. You breathed out heavily as he sings along to the next part. "Give you the world if it was mine." As you both swayed along to the music, he skootched up backward and reached behind you to both of the stove top knobs to turn them off.

Which, you knew was true as much as you knew the sky was blue. His offers of buying you a whole ass apartment (or house if you wanted) didn't go unnoticed as you thought before. You knew deep down it wasn't just a little joke or some sort of chess piece pawn to get you to shower with him. Just bubbling under the surface was that lingering idea that he actually meant it all.

"You're so fuckin cheesy, you--" You got cut off with him hugging you tighter as an attempt to shut you up. You thought he might start off with some joke about well, you were the one who turned me onto this song so that's your fault. But he pulled away and held you by your shoulders, his arms stiff. "But I would. I really would." He said, barely being able to maintain eye contact. A smiled danced it way across your lips. You breathed him in. You tasted the moment on your tongue to remember it forever. You could only hum in response, snapping yourself out of your thoughts as you felt his thumbs lift off like the liftoff of a plan into neverland. You felt coolness spread to the aera where his fingers were previously. Sensing you needed some other type of reassurance to back up his words, he said, "Cause you feel like paradise. This feels like paradise." He left you by the stove smiling as he tip toed over to the cabinet to get plats for the food. He handed one to you without another word. "And no, I'm not just quoting the song." He shook his head. "What you just did for me back there?" He nodded behind him to the kitchen table as your mind flashed back to earlier.

"That was nothing." You said as you removed the lid from one of the pots. "Well, it sure was something." He laughed. Hearing the smile in his voice you turned back to him. "I'd do something much bigger than that every day. Cause I'm yours. And you're mine." You say to the man with a permanent smile on his face and frizzy hair before you. A minute later he scoops the full plates from your hands and places them on the table swiftly. Then saunters back over to you to capture your waist again with one palm and your hand in the other. Just before the singer starts ending the song talking about how its 'what a life', and almost in a whisper, sings about how she wants to share her life with them. You rock softly with him to the ending, and as you two sit down to eat, he hits play again. Yes, it was really like paradise.

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aaalllllrrriiiiggghhhhhttt! so that was my first fic i ever posted! hope everyone liked it! I've written fics for other fandoms and stuff but uh nope never posted em but I randomly remembered a song I hadn't listened to in a couple years, and I thought of my mans Han when I played it. Almost too quickly hmmm...

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peaches-of-1 · 6 years ago

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The College Crush ~ Chapter 2: Week of Welcome

Black!MC x E’Dawn

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“I’ll be fine, mom.” You said for the millionth time.

No one really supported you in going to Korea not being completely fluent in the language, but you knew enough to get by. Anyways, you knew that enough would know English to help you if you needed it. There were a lot of people from all over the world going to Korea now for a number of reasons. You were going for music. You knew what you wanted to do and were going to work for it.

You wanted your own life. You wanted to make your life as unique and exciting as possible. Even though you weren’t sure about the specifics, you were willing to take the chance.

It seemed to have worked out as you sat under the stars with Hyojong. You two had hung out a lot during this first week of school and were friends. Maybe it’d be something more, but all romantic notions were probably in your head.

“Hey, (Y/N)?” He asked, looking up at the stars.

[7 Days ago]

[11:30am, Monday: INTERNATIONAL LUNCH]

You held the flyer in your hand. The International Lunch was soon, and you were starving. The only thing you had eaten was a rice cake since the Run for Rice Cakes event passed by as you walked to class this morning. It was two people in club shirts who tossed rice cakes to all freshmen they passed by if they chased the golf cart they were in for at least a minute.

Being the slightly competitive person that you were, you decided to run. It was a new spin on the tradition of giving rice cakes to new neighbors. It was nice and thoughtful, but still. It wasn’t that filling. Your stomach growled as you stepped into the cafeteria lobby.

A familiar face waved towards you. It was that guy who helped you find your classroom in the library on Friday. Kim Hyojong. He smiled brightly at you and you waved back. Some girl in a blue skirt put a hand on his shoulder and asked him something.

“Is that the girl the boys keep talking about?” Hyuna asked E’Dawn.

“Yeah. Her name is (Y/N).”

She widened her eyes, “Wow, that’s a pretty name!”

Hyojong nodded, “Sure is.”

“Hi, Hyojong-oppa!” You exclaimed brightly, making him smile. Then you bowed before you asked, “Have you eaten today?”

“No, I woke up late and missed breakfast. At least we’re about to eat soon. How about you?”

You shook your hand, “Sort of. I got a rice cake this morning and ate that, but nothing else.”

He frowned, “You need to take better care of yourself.”

“I could say the same thing about you, oppa.”

The older boy couldn’t help but nod, knowing he had been bested. The girl with black hair nudged Hyojong with her elbow.

“Oh, this is my friend Hyuna-noona, head cheerleader for our football team among other amazing things. She’s older than me, but we’re still pretty close.”

You bowed low, “Hi. Nice to meet you! You’re really pretty.”

“Aww, thank you. I’m going to see if we’re ready to go in.” She said and turned to go talk to someone else, playfully spanking Hyojong before leaving.

He looked back and his hands flew to protect his bottom from another attack, and she laughed. He smiled at her and called her a mischievous big sister.

A question formed in your head, and you asked before you could stop it, “Do you have a crush on her?”

Hyojong blinked and looked at you, “What? No. Gosh, no.” He started to laugh. “We’ve known each other for years. She’s like a big sister.”

A warmth of embarrassment spread across your cheeks, “Oh, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t worry about it.” He said.

“So, you work with new students, huh? What made you want to do that...this?”

He opened his mouth to speak when Hyuna called his name and waved him over. “I need your help getting everyone in line.”

Two of the guys commanded that people line up by grade. As you lined up in front of a girl dressed in green, a guy wearing red plaid pants bumped into you. He swept his light brown hair out of his face and apologized the same time you did. You did it in English though.

“You speak like an American. The way you say ‘Sah-ree’ like that.”

“Cuz I am.” You replied simply.

“Oh, really?” He then continued to speak in English which threw you for a loop. “I was born in New York. Moved here when I was 5. I’m Vernon, by the way.” He held out his hand to shake.

You smiled and shook his hand, “(Y/N), and that’s amazing! I just got here recently. Umm, two weeks ago? I studied Korean for a year during school so that I could come here on scholarship.”

“You must be really smart then.”

“More like extremely lucky.”

He covered his mouth as he laughed. You two listened to Hyuna and another girl tell everyone where to sit. The cafeteria was wide and decorated in reds and blues since they were the school colors. Blue tables and red chairs. Columns had red and blue tiles stuck onto their curves.

“(Y/N), you wanna sit next to me?” Vernon asked after both of you had gotten your meals and moved towards the tables together.

“Uh, sure.” You replied.

You guys were sat at one of the many tables set up in the section labeled for the International lunch. There were a lot of people who came to this university, who had taken test after test and paid so much money just to be able to go to a college where they just barely knew the language.

Vernon pulled out a chair for you, and you thanked him. He even pushed you in after you sat. He sat to your left and his plate had a cheeseburger and fries on them and a small cup filled with ketchup. You had a salad piled high with all sorts of vegetables with dumplings on the side.

The conversation with Vernon was interesting, mostly learning about each other’s lives in America and experiences in Korea. You two talked about old TV shows that played when you were kids, only stopping for a speech by the head of the New Student committee. He welcomed you in several languages trying to make everyone feel more at home.

He made sure we knew that we could always talk to someone on the committee if they had any questions about anything. They had all sorts of people on hand, so one of them was bound to know something in everyone’s native language. If not, then they’d default to English or Korean to communicate. Then he told everyone to enjoy their meals.

Hyojong couldn’t help but notice that you were speaking with another freshman in English and laughing. Even during the speech, the boy tapped your shoulder to whisper something into your ear. You nodded and replied. When he laid his head on you shoulder, you just smiled and looked at him, not moving him from his spot.

When Minho stopped speaking, everyone clapped and the New Student committee got food of their own before sitting down and mingling with the new students.

“E’Dawnieee!” A girl voice called, “I need your help over here!”

“Coming!” He had to sit with the sophomores and with the very touchy Seulgi who had called him to help her explain some things.

He kept glancing at you and saw Yuto, Kino, and Wooseok approach and introduce themselves as E’Dawn’s friends.

You were confused, “E’Dawn? I don’t know anyone by that name.”

“He helped you find your class the other day? Blonde? A few freckles? Cute and a great smile?” Yuto explained.

“Oh, Hyojong-oppa.” You looked around for him and saw a beautiful girl with black hair holding on to his arm. “Yeah, I know him. Do you want to sit with us?”

They nodded and sat down in front of you. They introduced themselves to Vernon and you three began a conversation in English. You weren’t too confident in your Korean just yet, so you did your best to follow what was being said. You tried to understand why you disliked Hyojong being held by that girl so much. Her name tag said Seulgi.

That was probably his girlfriend then. Ever since meeting him, you knew that he had to be dating some lucky person. You were glad for him having found someone he liked but kind of sad it wasn’t you. It made sense, though. They were in the same colors and you were just some American freshman. Korean’s tended to like lighter girls, anyways.

“(Y/N)? Are you still with us?” A hand touched your shoulder.

Your face darted up and met with Wooseok’s face first and then turned to the source of the voice who was calling you, Vernon.

“Uh, yeah?”

“Are you coming to the English expo tomorrow?”

Yuto added, “It’s a great chance for you to get to know other people who can talk to you in your native language.”

“You can meet others who can probably help with your Korean if you want it.” Kino said before he shoved a few dumplings of his own down his gullet.

After thinking about it, you nodded, “Yeah, that sounds great. I’ll have to show up later though. I have a class until 3 and will probably grab something to eat before showing up.”

Vernon smiled, “Good. I’ll be there too. I wanna know if there’s anyone like me there to make friends with.”

“I can always practice my English.” Wooseok said.

Your phone vibrated and you saw your next class started in 15 minutes. Picking up your things, you told the guys goodbye. They offered to walk you, but you told them to finish your food.

[11am, Tuesday: ENGLISH EXPO]

Grabbing a large cinnamon roll from the on campus cafe, you booked it to the conference room where the English Expo was. It was for all students, and it would be nice to hear your language again. Also, there was a large part of your heart that wanted to help non-native speakers get better with pronunciation. That way, they’d be more sure. Maybe you’d even learn some other languages while there too.

You were just so excited about all the possible interactions that you accidentally bit your cheek. It wasn’t too hard, but you were quite tentative about chewing for a few minutes until you finished the sweet.

There were flags of several countries where English was the main language: the UK, Australia, New Zealand, and of course, America. After getting your card swiped, you went into the room and heard a plethora of accents speaking the language you grew up with.

You felt very at home and very happy. People stared at you, but that was only because you were the newest person to enter. There was a sort of game going on. If someone spoke anything other than English that wasn’t just trying to figure out the translation, then they got a circular sticker put on them.

You grabbed a sticker sheet and went deeper into the room. Quickly, three different people of various races came up to you and started asking you questions. You seemed so obviously American, so you helped them with pronunciation while getting to learn about them.

At some point, Hyojong came in. You waved at him, and he hugged you.

“(Y/N)-ssi, how are you?” he asked in English.

“I’m doing well. Oh, I found out something interesting about you yesterday.”

“Did you now?” He scratched his scalp, “What did you learn?”

You smiled, “Your friends call you E’Dawn. I sat with them at the International lunch. They said you were your friends, but I didn’t know because you introduced yourself as Hyojong.”

“Well, yeah. I’d rather you call me by my real name.”

“Is E’Dawn only a thing your friends can call you? I thought we were friends, sort of.” You playfully pouted and teased him.

The look of embarrassment on his face was so adorable, “You are my friend! How can you say you aren’t my friend? I let you call me oppa even though we just met.” Hyojong spoke the last sentence in Korean.

You stuck a blue sticker on his face, “English, oppa~”

A familiar face entered the room and he was looking around for someone. Brown hair and tan skin dressed in the school uniform.

“Vernon, over here!” You called out.

As you waved your hands, he smiled and made his way over after grabbing a sheet of stickers. Hyojong wasn’t too happy that you were calling for a new boy after scolding him, but he was really glad that you had made a friend already.

He hugged you, and you smiled while introducing him to the others you were near. Lisa was the only one you knew since she was one of your roommates wearing a green skirt and had her orange hair tied in a bow. Kunpimook went by BamBam and wore red pants while his friend from home was in pink with the name Jackson. The oldest was a flat-chested girl named Amber who you really liked in blue pants.

You all talked in pretty fluent English. Some of them had lived in Korea for so long that they had forgotten some of the language this Expo was based on, but it was easy to converse when their memory kicked in. You all ended up exchanging numbers and creating a group chat for speaking English and just because you all clicked so well.

[6pm, Tuesday: HOME PLUS HANGOUT]

Since there were a lot of international people, the school figured there might have been some things they couldn’t have brought from home. Even some kids who just lived in Korea but weren’t going home anytime soon who forgot something they needed. School buses and personal cards went to the event at Home Plus for students to get whatever they needed for their dorms and other living quarters. They all got a school discount for participating which helped a lot.

You hadn’t had time to get toilet paper and wanted something that worked for your bottom. You held up two which were basically the same price and had similar advertising, but one was softer than the other. Did you need softer toilet paper or something firm?

“Well, your booty is firm enough, don’t you think?” E’Dawn popped up with a smile, making you laugh.

“So, you’ve been looking at my bottom?”

He blushed and grinned, “Maybe. Anyways, the soft one is still strong and is my brand of choice. Get that one”

“Awesome! Thanks for the advice.” You put the softer toilet paper into your basket and returned the other one to the shelf.

Hyojong reached out his hand, “Do you want me to hold that for you?”

“I can manage toilet paper and a couple of snacks, but thank you.”

“I still wanna hold something for you...how about this?” He grabbed your hand and beamed through a rising blush.

Your blush was hidden by melanin, but it was there, “Yeah, I guess that’s fine, but don’t you have to y’know do your committee stuff?”

He shrugged, “I can do that while hanging out with you.”

You smiled and felt a head on your shoulder. Turning to see who it was, a new smile appeared when you saw Vernon being the dork he was.

“How’s it going?” He had his own basket full of mostly food and a couple of ribbon ties.

“Goin’ good. Why so many ribbons?”

Vernon signed and lifted up his basket, “I lose them way too easily, so I thought it best to stash up on them.”

You laughed. Hyojong greeted Vernon and began to talk as you three continued to search for other things that you might’ve needed. Hyojong was called away by someone else, and you two finally let go of each other’s hands. It wasn’t until you guys were in the medicine aisle getting some stuff “just in case” that Vernon lowered his voice to ask you a question.

“So, are you and E’Dawn dating? You guys were holding hands, so I thought--”

“Oh, no. We’re just friends.”

He smiled, “Good, cuz I like you.”

“Aw thanks, I like you too.”

“No, (Y/N), I have a crush on you.” Vernon kissed your cheek. “We should get moving. They’re calling for buses, and we haven’t checked out yet.”

He held his hand out to you, and you grabbed it. You two went to checkout with your head reeling. Like, it just didn’t really make sense just yet. He liked you? Like, like liked you. Romantically. He kissed your cheek. You were holding his hand. Like, you had just been holding E’Dawn’s hand because you were friends.

It was something you did in the states with your closer guy friends, and they never read anything in to it. You knew that some people would have, but you never thought that this would be the outcome of it. You weren’t sure how you felt just yet.

“Vernon? Um, I’m not sure if--”

“It’s ok. Take your time. I will wait for an answer and respect whatever it is.” He hugged you and you two got onto the bus.

You fell asleep, and Vernon woke you up when you were back on campus.

[11am, Wednesday: CLUB SIGN-UPS]

You had class during the Monday sign-ups, so you made sure to come to one today. The only thing was that you weren’t sure what you wanted to do. Maybe the English club? Lisa approached you with a girl with dark red hair.

“Hey, (Y/N). this is my friend Rosé. She knows English, too.”

“Hi, Rosé, nice to meet you!” You said in English too. “Have you guys decided to sign up for anything?”

Lisa spoke up, “Actually, we wanted to know if you wanted to join the dance team with us. They were actually going to send someone to recruit you because they think all black people know how to dance, but I thought it better if I did it.”

“I mean. I can’t dance, per say, I have rhythm.”

“That’s all you need. So, how about it?”

You shrugged, “Sure. Why not? I think it’d be fun, especially if I’m doing it with you guys.”

Rosé clapped, “Yay! Let’s go to their booth then! I’m excited! They say it’s sort of like training to be an idol, but a lot easier. Still, a few idols have been chosen from dance teams. Oooo, what if one of us get chosen?”

The three of you laughed, and Lisa shook her head, “I doubt that I’ll ever be good enough to be an idol. I’m struggling too much even learning Korean.”

“But you’re so pretty!” You said. “They’d be idiots not to ask you to be part of a group. Also, I heard you freestyling the other day by the cafeteria. You’ve got an amazing flow.”

“Awww, thanks. You’re too kind, (Y/N).”

The super chipper girl with her pastel hair in a low ponytail clapped when she saw you girls approaching, “So you decided to sign up after all! I’m so glad! I’m Jeon Jiwoo, and we’re always looking for ways to make out team more diverse. We usually dance at football games, but we also have a season for competition.”

She went into the whole spiel about what the dance team did, the prices, the skills you’d be learning. She said there were some things that you girls would need to buy from them like shorts and a club shirt. There were three different dance clubs, girls, boys, and co-ed.

All three of you decided to go for both the girls and co-ed groups. After writing down your emails, the girl said that you’d get an email with a video of the dances you needed to learn along with the proper music files.

“Also, if you’re serious about the co-ed team, find someone to practice your partner work with since you will be doing partner things in the co-ed team. It’s no good if you’ve got the moves but not the chemistry.”

All three of you nodded and thanked her before deciding to get something to eat together.

Vernon saw you leave and was curious. First year students could sign up for only two different clubs since the coursework would be quite rigorous and they didn’t want too much taking you away from studies. He approached the girl who was talking to a taller guy.

“Um, hi?”

“Hi, are you curious in signing up for dance team? We have a group for boys and a co-ed group if you’re interested. Taehyung here is in the co-ed with me.”

The black haired man smiled and bowed, “Call me J. Seph. All groups are limited to 20 members, so the more competition, the better!”

He bit his lip and thought about it, “Did that black girl just sign up?”

“Oh, yes, and we’re super glad. She signed up for co-ed too.” She said in a way that it was obvious she knew of his feelings for her. Why else would he have asked such a question?

“Yo, J. Seph!” Hyojong called, giving him a hug and smiling. “You guys get a lot of sign ups? Oh, hey, Vernon.”

“Hi. I guess I’ll sign up for co-ed too.”

“Awesome! Just write your name, phone number, and email here.”

Hyojong asked, “You signing up for dance team?”

“Yeah, (Y/N) was just here and signed up. I’m crazy for her, and it sounds like fun. So why not? I’ll see you around, hyung. I’ve gotta get to class.”

Vernon left and Somin approached with a box, “Here you go, E’Dawn. Yours was one of the first outfits we got. I’m so glad we decided to pre-order this year. Last time it was a mess.”

“Thanks.” E’Dawn smiled. “Do you know what themes we’re doing yet?”

Somin shook her head, “Not yet. We’ll get it sooner or later.”

[4pm, Thursday: SWING DANCING]

Leaving the International lunch today, E’Dawn called your name. He hadn’t been able to sit with you again today, but he really wanted to talk to you. You waited for him to catch up and greeted him.

“I was wondering if you were going to the Swing Dancing lessons today. I’m going with all my guy friends, so I thought it would be good to ask my girl friends. I mean, my friends who are girls. You know what I mean.”

“Yeah, I get it. And umm, sure. I don’t think I’ve met all your friends, so it’d be great for all of us to get to know each other. You could have just put it in the group chat, and I would’ve seen it.”

He pouted slightly, “I know, but I wanted to ask you in person since we’re in the same place right now. I’m glad you said yes. It’s at 4 in the conference room right there, so don’t forget.”

You didn’t, but you were almost late because you couldn’t find your Mary Jane’s among all your things since you still had not fully unpacked. They were with your extra notebooks, and you would never know why. The swing dancing would take place outside since it was such good weather.

There was a brick wall and a school journalist asked if he could take pictures of you since you actually dressed up for the lessons. Many of the other girls and guys were just and their school uniforms or casual clothing. It kind of made you feel awkward, but you were comforted by Hyojong’s smile.

“You look beautiful, (Y/N). I’m glad I decided to keep my dress pants on instead of changing to jeans.” He said as everyone circled up in pairs while the two instructors were in the center.

Vernon came in late, rushing as it seemed he had just come from something. He waved at you and paired up with a lonesome female. When you were being told the position to get into, E’Dawn didn’t say anything, but his blush was obvious.

You smiled, “Don’t be nervous, oppa. It’s just me.”

He gave you a thankful smile and relaxed a bit. You two did some simple movements just trying to get used to how each other reacted before it was time to switch and repeat with the next partner. Vernon wasn’t too far away, and you couldn’t help feel comforted when his hands weren’t clammy like the last three guys.

“How are you today?” he asked.

“Doing great. I’m so glad your hands are dry.”

He gave you a confused look and you told him not to mind it. Instead, you two started doing the simple triple-step, triple-step, rock step that was the basis for swing dance. You were sort of amazing how easy it was...until he stepped on your foot.

“You’re supposed to go right first. Ow!” You said while limping a bit. “It’s fine.”

“Walk it off. You’ll be ok.” The female instructor said.

After recovering, you had just three seconds before moving on to the next person. All through the night, it was a fun little lesson. It helped you feel more confident in your body and you felt like you had gotten closer to your two guy friends. Lisa was there too, so she suggested you guys get something to eat afterwards.

You said you had to get some work done and decided that you would eat lunch with her tomorrow instead. Then you could eat off campus if time permitted it.

[7pm, Friday: PAINT PARTY]

You had only one class today, and it was cancelled since your teacher wanted to see their son who was working at one of the events today. It was the Puppy Love event where college kids got to meet adoptable dogs and play with them. So you decided to look around campus for a bit and meet up with your friends in the campus Game Room.

“Lisa!” You called and she hugged you.

Rosé was there too, and so you two hugged as well. You asked how they were going with learning the dances so far. Lisa said she wasn’t sure if she was even that good which made your other friend gasp in shock.

“You’re such a liar!” Rosé said, “(Y/N), she learned the dance in an hour. All of it!”

“Yeah, but what’s the use of knowing the dance moves if you can’t even do them well?”

The rosy redhead looked at Lisa completely shocked and confused, “Are you kidding me? Dance, dance right now, and you’ll have everything down perfectly.”

Lisa was shocked, “What? Right now? Fine, fine, fine. Play the music.”

She stood up, and you looked away for a moment to watch Rosé go through her phone to find the music. Suddenly you felt a pull on your upper arm and Lisa was asking you to do the dance with her too since she was kind of embarrassed to do it by herself.

Being the good friend you were, you decided to stand next to her and do the moves as best you could. People watched as you two performed and soon enough even Rosé joined along with other people who were auditioning for the girls’ dance team.

The next thing you knew, you were dressed in all white and being checked into the paint party event. You, Lisa, Vernon, Amber, BamBam, and Rosé had gone as a group and put your stuff in Vernon’s car. Lisa was in a white long-sleeved crop top with the outline of paisley print in black, white ripped shorts, and black and white sneakers. Rosé was also in a crop top that had bands going around her waist with white boots and distressed jeans.

Vernon wore a regular plain white t that had fake buttons on the shoulders, white cargo shorts, and some old white tennis shoes. Amber had on a tank top and loose basketball shorts while BamBam had a t-shirt and white sweatpants on.

As for you, you had on a plain white shirt with the definition of aegyo on the front, white shorts, and a pair of flip flops that you’d take off before the party started. Your hair was in a protective style to make washing everything out easier. Everyone had towels, and Lisa had brought a pair of goggles. You wondered if you would see Hyojong here.

Hyuna looked amazing with her black hair contrasting the white oversized tank top she wore with white tennis shoes and white fishnets to match. It was one of the requirements on the flyer.

She handed out bags filled with neon paint to everyone else part of the University’s entertainment Society.

“Here’s your bag, E’Dawn. Do you know if (Y/N) is coming?”

“I’m not sure, but I hope she does.” He was in white shorts as well, and a tank top with the school logo on it. It was the same one Hyuna was wearing, but in the correct size.

His tattoos were on display, and he had no idea how you felt about tattoos. You two hadn’t really gotten a chance to talk one on one since this was one of the busiest weeks for him. Maybe if you made the co-ed dance team, he’d get to see you more. Hopefully, he’d get a chance to talk to you tonight.

Hyuna smiled, “Don’t worry. You’re both really awesome people, and you’ve gotten along great so far. Just talk to her some more, and I’m sure everything will turn out fine.”

E’Dawn smiled, “Thanks, noona.”

“Oh, there she is now. Go give her some paint.” She shoved her friend towards you until he moved on his own.

He was kind of sad to see Vernon there with you, but you guys were friends. So far, all of you were just friends. Maybe tonight would change that, hopefully tonight would change everything. Hyojong put on a huge smile and called out your name. You looked at him and waved, moving to hug him, but remembering you weren’t in America. Instead you stopped yourself and simply greeted him.

Hyojong’s heart was in his ears. Were you just about to hug him? If so, why did you stop? Either way, it took him a good ten seconds to recover and hold out the bag to you guys.

“Since you’re here early, you guys get some paint of your own to spay each other with! It’s non-toxic. Just don’t get more than two so that we have enough for everyone who wants some.”

Everyone grabbed some paint and tested it on each other to make sure it worked. Based on the huge pink spot dripping from Lisa’s shirt, it worked. You stayed and talked with Hyojong.

With a smile on your face, you asked, “So, you’ve been involved with everything this week, huh?”

“Yep. Well, as much as possible. Since I’m part of the co-ed and boys’ dance group, it’s best for me to get my hours now instead of later in the year.”

Your eyes lit up, “You’re in the dance team? I signed up for tryouts! Not sure if I’ll get in either of them, though.”

He scoffed, “I’m sure you’ll do great. Didn’t you see the comments on the video?”

“What video?”

Hyojong took out his phone to show video of you and your friends from earlier dancing. It was on the school’s own channel. From the amount of Korean that you could read, the comments said that “black noona” could dance really well. Some said that of course you could dance, you’re black. You chuckled.

“I had no idea they put it up. I thought it was just gonna be part of the weekly montage thing I saw on the school website. Oh my gosh.” You covered your mouth and called your friends over and say it already had 1k views.

After watching, more people had arrived and the sun was taking a header as it turned to night. This was going to be a good way to start off the weekend. While Hyojong was talking to you, he asked what you were into. You told him and asked him the same. As he spoke, you couldn’t stop looking at his eyes even as he turned his head to hand out paint to others.

“I’m sorry.” You said, interrupting him, “But your eyes are beautiful. Like, I’ve never seen eyes as dark as yours, and it takes my breath away.”

Your cheeks instantly got hot as you saw his shy reaction. He looked away and scratched the back of his head, laughing nervously. That must’ve been the wrong thing to say, and you went into fixing mode.

“Oh jeez. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to embarrass you. I just wanted to let you know that they were really nice. It came out so cheesy though.”

Hyojong smiled, “No. Don’t apologize. I’m glad you like them, and I really like the way you said it. You’re such a sweet girl, (Y/N).”

Your heart was beating quickly when you felt a hand grab yours. Turning your head, you saw Rosé, “Vernon wants you, but he’s being a huge dork. People are starting to fill in, and we don’t wanna lose you.”

“Oh, ok. I’ll talk to you later, E’Dawn. If you can mingle, come find us! We’ll be near the front.”

[2 Hours later]

The music was amazing and you had gotten drenched in several colors of paint, mostly blue at this point and time. Thirty minutes ago, it was mostly yellow. Your bottles from earlier were completely empty and tossed into a nearby trash bin. Amber had BamBam on her shoulders while they danced to the music. Someone who went by the name of Ten had Lisa on his shoulders. They had bumped into each other and started speaking Thai to each other instead of Korean, so they just had to be friends.

Vernon had offered to lift you up, but you were too shy and didn’t want to be a perfect target for repurposed water squirters. They were submerged in huge buckets of paint and aimed at innocent college kids who would soon be drenched in some random color, pink, blue, or yellow. A lot had gotten in your ear earlier, and it wasn’t much fun. The next time you saw it being pointed your direction, you hid behind Vernon.

The blacklights were turned on and the audience glowed. Your bare feet felt the earth mixed with paint and becoming mud but didn’t mind the sensation too much.

“Ok, ok, ok! Listen up!” The DJ spoke into the microphone, “Quiet. Quiet! We have a few special guests from the co-ed dance team here to have a dance battle with a couple of you who are doing tryouts! Oooooo”

“Oooooo” the crowd replied in suspense.

Five girls in paint covered outfits along with five boys who were drenched as well. The girls had their hair pulled back and only three of each paired up. It was the girl who was at the booth whose name was Jiwoo with a guy you knew as J. Seph, a girl named Momo with a dude named Key, and a cutie named Minzy whose partner was Zelo. Somin and Hyuna stood on the sides next to Hui and Hyojong.

They did a two minute dance together that captivated you. Then some of them switched out to be only the guys. E’Dawn looked really confident up there. He even did a dance number with Hyuna and Hui. Vernon was pulled away by a girl with long black hair and curled bangs.

When it was only the girls performing, the same girl came and got you, Lisa, and Rosé to come up on stage after wiping your feet and shoes. Hyojong held your hand and asked how you were doing.

“What’s this?” You whispered.

“Surprise tryouts. Only the most promising are chosen to do it during events, and with your video going viral today, we had no choice.”

“But Vernon wasn’t--”

“He’s your friend, so we put him at the same standard as you girls. You’ve practiced the co-ed dance with him, right?”

You nodded, “Yeah, but--”

He smiled, “Then don’t worry about it.” squeezing your hand to reassure you.

In groups of three, and one group of four, the impromptu tryouts happened with someone paired up with someone who was already a member of the dance team. Lisa, Vernon, and Rosé did amazing jobs, and then it was your turn in a group of four partnerships. You were nervous since you only really knew how Vernon’s body moved when dancing, but you just had to go with the flow.

The dance was over in a blur. You barely remembered much after doing your final pose, but looking at Hyojong, you did a great job. He gave you two thumbs up and you all bowed. Vernon hadn’t been in your group, but held your hand as they had all the ones trying out bowed together.

An hour later, the party was over and everyone dispersed. Vernon couldn’t stop talking about how amazing you had been up on stage as everyone got stuff from his car and dried off before sitting.

“Like, I didn’t know you could move like that! I saw the video, but your stage presence, oh my goodness! You should be in a girl group, dance line. I’m calling it now.”

Your cheeks were on fire as you replied, “Both of them were way better than me. And you were fantastic too!”

“To be honest,” He used his towel to wipe away some dripping paint. from behind his hair. “I only signed up because I saw that you had. It’s a lot harder than I thought it’d be, but I’m glad you’re helping me a lot.”

After biting your lip, you responded, “I-it’s not a big deal.”

The girls in front of you looked at each other and said that they’d get a ride home on a bus while Vernon drove you home. Your eyes went wide.

“What?”

“Sure, ok.”

You looked at him then back at your roommie and friend, “Are you sure? Are there even buses running at this time?”

Lisa looked at her phone, “There are two more before midnight, so we’ll be fine. College kids have a discount anyways.”

Rosé agreed, “Totally. You two have fun!”

And they ran off before you could protest. What the fuck?

“Are you ok with riding home with me alone?” He asked, something seductive having crept into his voice.

You couldn’t stop the pounding in your heart, but you weren’t sure if it was because you’d be riding home alone with a really cute and flirty boy or what.

Nodding, you answered, “Um, um, yeah. It’s ok. Hehe, I have to ask Hyojong something first.” You were about to go find him which a voice called out to you.

“(Y/N), you did great up there!” It was Hyuna. “You’ll get emailed the results tomorrow before midnight!”

That was your question.

“Oh, ok, thanks! Have a nice night!”

She paused and looked at you and Vernon, raising her eyebrows, “You too.”

Why did she have to say it like that? Oh goodness. So, you got in the car and Vernon closed the door for you. He had picked you and the other girls up from your apartment earlier, so he put it into the GPS. Then you two were off and listening to music.

You didn’t know that E’Dawn had seen you get into the car and drive off, not sure if he had missed his chance with you already. He had meant to ask you to go to the stargazing event tomorrow night with him since he already know you were going. He wanted it to be a date.

He’d have to remember to text you after he helped clean up a bit. Then opportunity knocked, and it sounded like a text ringtone.

You were a bit too nervous for a simple car ride home, so you didn’t sing along at first. Vernon asked more about your home life. Did you have siblings? Favorite things and why? That sort of stuff. He told you the same things and showed you pics of his little sister who was super adorable.

When you two got into your parking garage, he told you to text him when you got to your room. You said you would and he opened your door for you. As you stepped out to meet him, he asked if you had fun tonight.

“I did. I wasn’t expecting tryouts to happen like that, but I’m glad that they did. There’s still some questions I have, but I can text Hyojong about them. You were really amazing up there, Vernon. Also thanks for driving me home.”

He grabbed your face and kissed it, “No problem. I really do like you, (Y/N), so I would do absolutely anything for you.”

“Um, thanks. Goodnight!” You quickly got into the elevator and pressed the button to take you to the right floor.

What the hell was that? Was he actually into you? You told the girls while you ate midnight ramen and they asked how you felt about it as well as telling him about wht happened earlier in the week. You didn’t hate it, but you just weren’t sure if you wanted Vernon to be more than a friend. They asked about E’Dawn, and you got a weird feeling. Not bad, but different.

“I don’t know, either.”

“Well, know! Figure it out!” Rosé said. “Do you want to date? Or do you want to focus on studying? No one can decide that except for you!”

Lisa nodded, “She’s right, you know.”

“Ok, ok. I’ll figure it out.” You said, much more on your plate than just noodles at the moment.

Were you really doing this? Were you really getting all dolled up to go stargazing with Hyojong? You didn’t try this hard yesterday when you were hanging out with Vernon, but he was also going stargazing. Wait, no. It was a group thing. You just said that you would share E’dawn’s blanket with him.

You weren’t even trying that hard. Not like you had spent an entire hour deciding if you were going to wear jeans, shorts, or a skirt and you only got it between shorts and jeans. You sighed.

So maybe you had a crush on Hyojong. You sighed and laid back on your bed.

“It hasn’t even been a whole month, and I have gotten myself into a Korean love triangle!” You said.

Vernon liked you, and you liked E’dawn, but you also sort of liked Vernon, and you also had no idea how E’dawn felt about you. You touched your lips and remembered how Vernon kissed your lips last night. He didn’t push too much and it was gentle. You shook your head and stood.

“Clothes.” The stargazing started at 8, but you could show up at any time.

Still, it was best to get there early to get the best spots and make sure there were spots still available. Even though it was an RSVP, there was no actual limit to how many people could come. You finally came up with an outfit that you were happy with. Cutout leggings, alien themed top plus suspenders, and black boots. Also a jacket if it got cold.

It was 6:33pm and Rosé wanted to do a roomie mukbang with you and Lisa for her viewers because they were surprised to see a new background in her last stream. That lead to them being curious about her new roommates. So, you set out your outfit and joined the others in the living room to eat a lot.

So, E’dawn jumped around his room in the morning when he realized that you saying yes to sharing a blanket with him was real. You actually said yes! It was a weekend, but he had some homework he wanted to finish before getting ready for tonight. However, when the time came to actually pick out his outfit, he had no idea what he wanted to wear to impress you in a casual way.

He would bring an extra jacket for you, no hoodie. Girls loved to wear guys’ hoodies. Ok, so he chose his pink hoodie with green alien outlines on it for you to wear just in case. For himself, though. He didn’t want to hide anything from you, so he picked out a mint green succulent shirt to wear with dark blue jeans and some black and white trainers.

The other guys in his apartment plus friends had signed up to go as well, so they all piled into three cars to save on gas.

It was a nice night, but the mountain was kind of chilly. There was a concession stand set up in case any of the college kids got hungry and didn’t want to have to wait for their order to get there. The two groups got there around the same time and checked in with the sponsor before finding a place to sit. Everyone sat with who they said they would in the group chat.

No alcoholic beverages were allowed, so the boys brought a lot of sodas and water in their cooler and the girls were assigned food. A bunch of boxed lunches and convenience store sandwhiches since they were told to eat before coming here. You still had a lot of feelings to work though. You wanted to ask how E’dawn felt about you, but you were way too shy and it was way too awkward at the current moment.

Vernon was sat on the blanket next to you with a friend of his named Minghao and asked if you could see the Big Dipper. Some time later, him and Minghao went to go find someplace to pee. The buddy system was required in this unfamiliar place made even more unknown by the darkness. You realized Vernon was gone for a while even after his friend returned, so you tapped E’Dawn’s hand.

“I’m going to go find Vernon and make sure he’s ok.”

“Ok. Hey, do you have feelings for him?” He asked before he could help himself.

You looked away and spoke honestly, “Maybe. I’m not sure right now. I’ll be right back.”

“I’m coming to look for you in 15 minutes.”

You two nodded to each other, and you checked near the bathrooms and called into them. No one was there except some couple in the nearby bushes who were fucking. You just ignored them and went to where the cars were parked down the hill.

“Vernon?” You called just loud enough to be heard a few cars away.

You looked at the plates to find his car and were not very happy to see what was going on the side of it. His face was smushed against the face of some other brown-haired girl completely unaware of their surprise viewer.

“Oh.” You said at a regular volume, making them jump apart. “I’m sorry. Vernon was just taking a while, so I just came to check. You’re doing fine. I’ll leave you to it.”

Tears threatened to spill, and you’d be damned if you let him see them. He ran after you and caught your wrist.

“Hey, I’m sorry.”

“You said you liked me! You kissed me last night, Vernon! It was the second time you told me that you like me.” You yelled.

He didn’t look the least bit regretful, “It was the second time, and you ran away! I wasn’t getting anything from you, (Y/N). You didn’t give me an answer about how you felt, so I moved on.”

“IT HASN’T EVEN BEEN ONE FUCKING WEEK, VERNON! Don’t I get to think about it?”

“I just don’t have time for that.” The fuck boy replied awkwardly shrugging off your feelings.

“Clearly!” You said, spitting venom. “You know what? It’s fine. Go finish making out with your plain ass Reverse Harem Protagonist! I don’t care!”

You walked away, no longer feeling the right to cry but wanting to anyways. You were just so pissed! Betrayed! How could he? No time for thinking? Forget that shit. Your mom called you before you were too far up the hill, so you talked to her a bit.

Hyojong looked nervously at his watch. It had been 13 minutes. Two more, and he’d go looking for you. Not even a second later, Vernon came back and said that he and his friend were leaving, some plain looking girl on his arm.

“Where’s (Y/N)?”

“I’m not her babysitter.”

Lisa spoke, “But you kissed her last night.”

Rosé asked, “Who’s she?”

“Monika.”

“It’s Leslie.”

“Leslie. Whatever. We’re going.”

And they were gone. E’Dawn wanted to punch his face so badly but decided to go look for you instead. He heard your voice near the bottom half of the hill sitting on a bench. You were wiping your face and pretending like you weren’t crying as you spoke on the phone.

“I’m fine, ma. It’s just the weather making me a bit stuffy. It won’t last long. I’ll call you tomorrow, ok? Love you.”

He saw you hang up and heard you curse under your voice. You looked at him and looked away before cursing again.

“I know enough English to know you’re lying. It’s not the weather is it?” Hyojong asked.

You shook your head. He knew it. Vernon must have done something to hurt you, or you would’ve been back already. He asked what the mean boy did to you, and got a small chuckle out of it. You told him what happened, and he had never wanted to punch a human so badly before.

“I liked him just enough, he strung me along just the right amount to where I feel so fucking betrayed. Not just by him, but by my heart. How could I be so stupid!”

Hyojong held your hands, “You’re not stupid! Stupid people don’t learn another language and move out of the country for college.”

“You sure?” You gave a bitter chuckle.

“And I know we just met like a week ago, but I know you’re a smart girl, (Y/N). Not just in language, but I saw your books. You’re very smart. Emotions are dumb and they blind you to obvious things, but that’s ok. You’ll bounce back because that’s what smart girls do.”

He used his hoodie sleeve to wipe your face and then gave it to you to put on since he noticed you shivering.

He looked out, “Whenever you’re ready to go back up, I’ll be ready.”

You nodded. After calming yourself down and being thankful for the darkness, you stood and said you were ready. The two of you walked back to the others in silence, using your dimmed phone lights to help find your way. They asked what happened, and you shook your head. E’dawn shook his head, letting them know that they’d be informed later.

You two sat down again and looked at the stars. His fingertips touched yours and you smiled, not thinking too much of it. E’Dawn asked why you came to Korea instead of some in state school.

“I wanted my own life, a life that’s as unique and exciting as possible.” You began. “I’m not even completely fluent in Korean, so no one really supported me. Still, I knew there’d be enough people here that knew English if I needed it. I knew what I wanted and I was gonna work for it.”

He was admiring you and your honesty. You were a genius to him, a bit of madness, but still very hard working. Dedicated. You were absolutely perfect. Why could Vernon not see that you were the stars themselves?

You continued. “A life that I defined, no one else. I wasn’t even sure about the specifics, but I was willing to take the chance.”

His hand was now completely on top of yours, “Has it worked out so far?”

Hyojong saw that you smiled in spite of the horrible past few minutes and noticed you looking at how your hands were together.

You nodded, “I think so.”

“Hey, (Y/N)?” He asked, looking up at the stars.

“Yeah.”

He kissed your hand, “I’m really glad I met you.”

A huge smile crossed your face, “Me too.”

Your phone buzzed. Lots of phones buzzed and pinged. It was your e-mail, from the dance team! It was 11:59pm. Someone liked suspense. You and your friends circled up and opened it at the same time. You guys read the list for the co-ed tearm first. Lisa was on there and Rosé was on there. Vernon was on there. Two girls who were part of last night’s surprise tryouts, Jennie and Jisoo, were on there too. They all cheered.

You weren’t on there.

E’Dawn grabbed your phone, “This can’t be right! I thought--” A grin came upon his face and handed you your phone back, “You didn’t read the whole email.”

With a confused face, you looked through the email again. There was a section for “Spotlight Dancers” Your name was on there next to Hyuna, E’dawn, Taemin, Momo, and Key. They were like the best dancers! That was just for the co-ed team.

Lisa’s name was in the “Spotlight Dancers” section for the girls’ dance team next to Momo’s and another girl’s. You were so happy! You made both teams! You asked E’Dawn what a Spotlight Dancer did and that meant you’d get more stage time and be more important during competition season.

You were so happy that you hugged him but quickly stopped once you realized what you were doing, but you were glad when he pulled you back in. Even when the ruckus of all the contenders getting their results died down, he put his arm around you as you looked up at the stars together.

Maybe Vernon didn’t work out the way you thought it would, but you were more sure about your own feelings for Hyojong. A bit more sure about his for you too, but you didn’t want to talk about it right now. Later was better for now.

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