#Kim yongsun imagine

[tiny-pretty-sana]

help me chose my first series!

these titles are likely to change, so do not pay too much attention to them. also i don't want to spoil the whole things so i'm keeping some information to myself 🤭

we still got time

groups(s): twice and others mentioned genre and tags: au, fluff, angst, eventual smut, slow burn, past lovers, idol life, parenthood, smc as children, homophobia, 3mix best friends, j-line best friends, summary: nayeon, jeongyeon and jihyo are a few days from debuting as 6mix when they get called to the ceo's office. they were all surprised, even though they knew exactly the reason: they had been caught. now, about a decade later with completely different lives, with lives completely different from what they had imagined, their past comes back into their lives.

angel baby

group(s): twice pairing(s): mina x chaeyoung (and more) genre and tags: au, angst, smut, hurt and comfort, toxic relationships, new friendships, internalized homophobia, religious trauma, past trauma, slice of life summary: after years of being away temptation, mina meets one of her new flatmate's friends. chaeyoung is everything she has been told all her life she should stay away from. will she fall back into sin?

my star

groups(s): mamamoo, twice, (g)i-dle pairing(s): solar x moonbyul (and more) genre and tags: au, romantic comedy, fluff, slightly angst, musical actress!solar, rapper!moonbyul, idol!hwasa, ceo!wheein, twice as company stuff, office love, secret relationships, idol life summary: when the eyes of world-famous rapper moonbyul and national theatre of treasure kim yongsun meet, sparks fly. but what kind of sparks can fly when you bring together two people from two completely different worlds?

red moonlight

groups(s): twice, itzy genre and tags: au, romance, comedy, fluff, angst, smut, vampires, werewolves, enemies to friends, enemies to lovers, polyamory, hints of twilight summary: a group of vampires arrive to a town far from big cities hoping to go unnoticed for a few years, unaware that they are occupying the territory of a pack of werewolves

exploring love and ties

group(s): twice and others mentioned genre and tags: au, romance, comedy, fluff, angst, hurt and comfort, slice of life, fashion world, gays anatomy, polyamory summary: it all stars when the life of a nurse crosses paths with the life of a fashion photographer in a hospital room. from then on, their lives as well as their friends lives become intertwined as they explore friendship, love, grief, heartbreaks, fame, doubts, fear and happiness

espresso

gorup(s): twice genre and tags: au, inspired by she makes my heart flutter (2022), romance, comedy, fluff, slightly angst, internalize homophobia, family, friendship, coming of age summary: chaeyoung, a carefree young student, needs money for her art supplies, but her search for a job leads her to the double life of her aunt nayeon

[knightyoomyoui]

NEW BOOK ALERT!

Here’s the book cover of my NEW book titled “K-Pop: Book Of One-Shots x Reader” with the pilot chapter featuring Kim Chaewon of LE SSERAFIM out today! Enjoy reading everyone! https://www.tumblr.com/knightyoomyoui/721363719101300736/le-sserafim-chaewon-x-m-f-reader-hardwork?source=share BOOK DESCRIPTION: A compilation of some K-Pop group members and soloists One-Shot AUs ft. Y/N (Male and Female Reader) made from the imagination by yours truly. Published: June 28, 2023 Written by: KnightYooMyoui

K-Pop idols featured in the cover (from left to right): Choi Soobin of TXT or TOMORROWXTOGETHER, Choi Seungcheol/S.Coups of SEVENTEEN, Christopher Bang/ Bang Chan of Stray Kids, Kim Namjoon/RM of BTS, Kim Jennie of BLACKPINK, Park Jihyo of TWICE, Bae Joohyun/Irene of Red Velvet, and Kim Yongsun/Solar of MAMAMOO.

[sexualmamamoosnaps]

Solar, can we scissor each other baby?

Genre: Lovely Smut

Pairing: Dom Kim Yongsun (Solar) and Sub Female Reader

“Sure we can scissor each other, but are you can actually take it this time? You can I can get pretty rough and last time you kept complaining afterwards about feeling weird and it being “hard for you to walk.”

- Kim Yongsun (Solar)

[4brrrr]

Beautiful

(posted in twt and aff as well)

It all started from a joke one of them had mindlessly thrown at the other.

"Oh?" Yongsun said, a hint of amusement laced in her voice as she eyed the slender figure from head to toe, jokingly (not really) checking her out as the woman casually made her way into the unit.

It has been a routine for Byulyi to visit the older at the break of dawn just before the sun rises, an unspoken rule neither of them would like to break. They found the mere presence of one another comforting and starting the day seeing their safe haven seems just right.

"No hair extensions today?"

Yongsun raised a brow, following the woman into the living room as she plopped down on the couch just beside her visitor.

"Uhn." Byulyi nodded in response. "Moomoos have been asking for it" She continued, fiddling with the tip of her hair.

"Does it not... look nice?" Byulyi smiled sheepishly, suddenly feeling concious about revealing her new hair.

"You're always beautiful, Byul-ah" Yongsun replied nonchalantly, teasing the other woman in a sing song voice.

It might sound as if she didn't mean it but both of them knew she did. Damn yes, she did.

The moment she saw the younger at her doorstep, she had refused the urge to tackle to woman onto the ground, hold her fragile frame against her body and litter her face with gentle kisses.

She couldn't. It was wrong.

They were best friends.

She stared at Byulyi fondly, watching as her cheeks turned crimson red at the compliment.

"Really?" Byulyi asked, suddenly hyperaware of everything. She could hear the clock ticking, the aircon buzzing, the sound of television softly playing in the background and most importantly, her heart beating.

It was overwhelming and yet, she oddly didn't hate the feeling.

She instinctively brought her hand to her face, covering the redness of her cheeks from the older's eyes.

Every second that passed seemed to be another minute.

She asked so why is she suddenly feeling so shy?

"The most beautiful." And she meant it. To Yongsun's eyes, she is the most beautiful.

[purecantarella]

Call Me Yours

on a little bit of a spree to finish off the kinktober fics!! so here's another one for you lovelies!! kim solar x reader disclaimer/s : smut. i suggest going to read some fluffier or angstier content

Solar was proud, she never liked admitting her faults. She rarely had many faults, she was a public figure. The group's leader. The singer needed to be on top of everything and hold her head up high. She represented a unit.

Then you strolled into her life, challenging her in ways she never thought of. Like tonight.

The singer cries out for the nth time of the evening, her voice hoarse and breath ragged. Your fingers curling in her cunt slowly, just enough to have her screaming your name. Your lips leaving lingering kisses on her jaw with a knowing smirk.

"I know you want to cum, princess..." You whisper against her blushing skin. You pull away from her a little, watching as her mouth fell wide open as drool dribbled down her chin. Pleasure wracking her mind as she lost control of her body. You lick the trail from her chin to the corner of her lip, nipping down on her lower lip only making her groan louder. "And I can let you, if you'd give me what I want."

"All you have to do is say it..." You pull your fingers from her overheating center, Solar screams in pure frustration before lifting her head to glare into your eyes. She's seething as she grinds her hips down onto the plush of the comforter, trying to reach her high. You take her hips in your hand, forcefully keeping her in place. Your grip so tight you're sure it'll leave marks on her pristine skin. "...Tell me you're mine. Admit that I'm the only one who can make you feel this fucking good, Solar." You husk as you stare into her dark, clouded eyes.

You pull her into a searing kiss, your teeth clashing with hers and tongues meeting messily as she moans. The hands on your back clawing violently, making you hiss. Her nails leave hot marks all over your skin, sure to be sore in the morning.

Kim Solar will always fight you for these things.

You pull away and look down at her smiling wickedly at you, her lips turning a fiery red from the harsh meeting. You sneer as she says with emphasis. "Never."

A dark chuckle falls from your lips as you readjust yourself above her, your free hand dancing down to her hot and probably red cunt. Barely grazing the skin before her confident demeanor shatters and she cries out desperately. Your fingers are feather light as they circle around her center, always just missing her clit and the wetness that had accumulated for the hour of denial.

"You're going to break eventually, baby." You tease, leaning down to suck on her hickey-ridden chest, her nipple swirling against your tongue. Solar's body jump-starting again as your fingers dutifully plunged into her heat, pumping in and out as your mouth worked hard on her chest.

Solar's hands weaved up and into your hair tugging as her hips ground against your long fingers. She cries out and feels her pussy clench as you bump against the spongey spot in her, the heel of your hand ramming against the bud of her cunt. Her eyes water as she feels her orgasm piling on...but she knows you can tell.

Your movements slow again, and your hand slowly inches out of her. As proud as she was, she couldn't spend another half hour repeating this. Not again. Her other hand tops yours over her needy cunt, begging, "No. Please, Y/n...N/nnnnn..." She whines as you smirk against her.

Popping her abused nipple from your lips you smile at her, your lips closing in on hers. "Tell me what I want to hear..." You peck her lips, gentle and loving, "Tell me the truth and I'll fuck you dumb, Solar." Another peck, longer than the last one. She enjoys the attention for a moment before you pull away. "I promise."

Solar smiles, finally conceding to your game. She wraps her arms around your neck, pulling you in for a long, passionate kiss. One so intense it left you breathless as she pulled away, almost missing the words that fell from her lips. "You win. You, Y/F/N, are the only one who can make me feel this good, this wanted, this desperate..." The singer pulls you in for another kiss when she whispers against your lips, "Call me yours, baby."

You smirk before nodding, "You're all mine, Solar..." You piston your fingers into her at a blinding pace, her eyes rolling to the back of her head as she chants your name. You kiss your way to her ear, bitting down on her lobe, "And I'll make you and the whole world fucking remember it."

Her moans echo through the room, raising in volume as her climax swiftly approached, your arm cramping with how hard and fast it was moving. Solar's hips stuttered intensely as she whined against your neck, "I'm coming...! Y/n! Yes! Yes! Oooooooooh fuck!"

You smile as you feel her entire body tense up, her voice blaring in your ear momentarily deafening you as her cunt tightened around your fingers. Her entire body collapses onto the bed tiredly, her chest heaving and a small whimper falling from her lips as you pull your drenched digits out.

"That was the most I've cum my entire life..." She pants tiredly before you nod at her enthusiastically, laughing softly. "Yeah I can tell." Solar makes an attempt to kick you only to flail about making you laugh even harder. She whines embarrassed.

You eye your hand, lifting it up to suck your fingers, while she watches you intently, moaning at the taste of her wetness. She smiles sleepily as you sidle up beside her, staring down at her with complete adoration. You lean down, pecking her lips chastely before whispering, "You're all mine, then?"

Solar giggles, taking your cheek in her hand, stroking your cheekbone gently, "All yours."

i quite liked this one, got a little lost in the middle but i got there i think HAHAHAHA okay, okay!! not too many of these left but i will finish my prompt list for you all 💓 i love you all so, so much!! i hope you're all taking care and i will see you all vv soon. byeeee - r

[coffeemoods]

Right All Along

Synopsis: Actions have consequences, and maybe you need a quick reminder.

Pairing: Solar x Reader

Warnings: Highly suggestive, hinting to smut

A/N: i originally planned to write around 300 words, but i had Sickick- Mind Games (slowed) on loop so i went with the flow and 800 words appeared. 😀

All grammatical mistakes are mine as per usual.

“You’ve been eyeing all night before my performance.”

Your ears perk at a click of the door falling shut with a subsequent lock. You glance over your shoulder, finding Yongsun’s eyes staring into yours as she leans against the door, a coy smile tugging at the corner of her lips.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Turning in her direction, you let out a hum, but there is a definite note of insecurity in your voice that doesn’t suit you. Yongsun shakes her head with a sigh, moving away from the door as she takes a daring step towards you, clearly not satisfied with your response.

“Perhaps we need something to evoke your memory.” The sultry tone in her voice is evident, eliciting some kind of amusement beyond her teasing remark, as Yong steps even closer. Resting her arms on the table behind you until she feels your fingers against the dorsum of her hands, coolness fanning from the air-conditioner above. You look up, letting her eyes devour you as you finally acknowledge the proximity between your bodies. There is an abrupt anticipation in the room, and you can feel goosebumps forming on your skin but not from the air-conditioning overhead.

Yong steps into the space between you, a shallow breath lifting from her parted lips as her gaze roams over your features for a moment before it rests at your lips. The physical contact is minimal, just barely feeling the warmth of her skin pressing against yours. But your pulse is quickening at the slight pressure that lingers there, waiting for something more.

“What you did was…” she trails off, trying to think of the right words. Your lips are ajar, a soft breath escaping unwittingly as Yong leans forward, your noses brushing together.

“Unprofessional,” she emphasizes, voice low and soft. Her fingers thread into your hair, bringing your face down closer to her as a shudder runs down your spine, slightly surprised by the intimacy of the action. You glance up to find that Yong has followed suit, now locking into a gaze together as your breaths become in sync. You swallow dryly, her thumb skimming along your lower lip before she halts at your chin, a cold peck of her finger pressing onto the skin.

It feels as if time slows for a moment, each second dragging on as the thumping of your heart drums a continual rhythm in your ears, certain that it’s audible if she listens intently. Her lips part slightly as you both stand there, holding each other with the air-conditioner breathing over your heads while the line between your faces grows slimmer.

You expect a response from Yong, but she doesn’t give one. Instead, the warmth of her breath ghosts over your skin before her lips promptly replaces the sensation, soft and smooth as they press against yours, tongue sweeping over your bottom lip as she parts them.

Gasping when Yong draws her hands away from your hair, fingertips trailing chills along your arms as she tugs at the hem of your shirt. Immediately the tempo speeds up again; every cell within you alive with electricity and every fibre screaming to be touched.

There’s an unexpected rush of heat rising from your core as Yong holds her other hand up to hold your jaw, teeth grazing against your lips with a gentle nip. You let out another gasp against Yong’s mouth, breath puffing against hers and the intensity of her eyes tells you she’s made her point.

“Hmmm… maybe I was right all along,” she chuckles but a mischievous smile soon takes over. Barely paying mind to the staffs’ voices outside the dressing room, as Yong slips her hand under your shirt, palm curving the underside of your breast. Leaning in, she lets her lips trace along your jawline, then your neck while she marks up the sensitive skin.

Your back arches up into Yong and you can feel her weight press against you, slipping out an accidental moan as her scent becomes more intoxicating.

You need her.

But before you can say anything, there’s a faint knock on the door as the air-conditioner turns off, only realizing its absence when you both freeze mid-motion, eyes darting towards the door.

“Solar-ssi?” Byulyi’s voice comes through loud and clear. “Is everything okay in there? You’ve been inside for quite some time, and our staff are almost done packing.”

Yong pulls away from you, propping her arms against the table behind you before she tips her head up and laughs at your whine, eyes gleaming with mischief.

“I think we better get going. Don’t you agree, sweetheart?”

mamamoo m.list // general m.list

[byulsgrease]

[2:58 am]

(solar x reader, fluff, ~500 words)

cw: yong's drunk lol

Most nights you wouldn’t notice Yongsun slipping into bed after you’d already fallen asleep. She’d made fun of you on many early mornings for automatically sidling up underneath her arm, curling yourself into her while staying completely asleep, like a reflex.

But tonight she makes quite the ruckus when she comes home, nearly yanking the duvet all the way onto her side after flopping into bed. You groan loudly in protest, a little annoyed from the abrupt awakening.

“Have a good time tonight?” you mutter groggily.

“Mhm, are you asking for one?” She giggles quietly, the sharpness of alcohol on her breath permeating the air between you.

“Very funny. Did you brush your teeth at least?” A disembodied whine emanates from her face burying itself into the pillow, but she swings her legs out from under the covers to head to the bathroom.

“Why do you have to be so responsible?” she stresses as she shuffles to the bathroom. Responsible? More like taking the the opportunity to reclaim your fair share of the duvet. You roll over with the covers under your arm to face the edge of the bed.

The covers shift more calmly when she gets back in some time later. Hard to say how long when sleep is creeping back up on you.

“How come you never cuddle me?” she asks in a volume far too loud given her proximity. Your back faces her but you’re certain her lower lip juts out in a pout while she says it. It’s too dark to see anything anyway.

You roll over, shushing her quietly with a smile and gently reminding her that all she had to do was ask. She huffs and rolls over with her back to you. You take it as a cue, wrapping your arm over her side and placing a soft kiss on her cheek. She slides a hand over yours, holding it to her.

“You’re not going anywhere,” she states matter-of-factly. Yongsun’s a little out of it still, but at least she’s home safe with you.

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” you mutter into her neck.

“You wouldn’t dream of me?” A little huff escapes her, a slight kick tangling her ankles with yours. Ah, drunk logic.

“Why dream if you’re right here? Besides, all sorts of weird stuff can happen in a dream.” You start rattling off the possibilities, surprisingly well-articulated and coherent amidst the ramble. But there’s no reply when you finish, because the silence between you is cut with her breathing, slow and deep. Her hand starts to loosen its grip over yours, but she still holds it to her somehow. You can’t help the little smile that pulls at your lips— both at her ridiculous logic that you could clown her for in the morning, and her adamant affection, even when asleep.

Your breathing slows in tandem with hers, reveling in the warmth of your girlfriend-turned-personal-heater. The brief thought of dreaming of her flashes in your mind just as you finally drift off back to sleep.

[mashup-writing]

Mamamoo Reaction to 5th Member Wanting To Leave With Wheein

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Requested? ☑

"I'm learning to fly, but I ain't got wings."

Genre: Angst

Warnings: None

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The five of you were seated in your CEO'S office, and the contract for your renewal was on the desk infront of you, the final chance to change your mind being offered and encouraged to be taken.

You take a deep breath, and you flash your CEO a kind smile, then you shake your head before gently pushing the contract paper back towards him.

Saddened acceptance is palpable in the room's atmosphere as collective intakes of breaths are heard.

Kim Yongsun/Solar:

Dodging

Yongsun's eyes close as her hold on her knees tighten, her spine tenses up and it makes her sit up straighter than she normally does. For the first time in a long time, she lets herself take a breath to steel herself in the heat of a moment. She already been forming plans on how to cope with the lack of Wheein's presence in the group on-stage. But now with you making it official?

She has to stand strong, even if it feels like there's a missing piece of her heart.

Moon Byul-yi/Moonbyul:

Disbelief

Moonbyul leans back in her seat, a hand coming to cover her mouth, her eyes drift towards her girlfriend- Whose posture has morphed from an anticipating sort of tense to a tense that's now anticipating a fallout. "No doubt, Yongsun is trying to logic her way out of emotions." She thinks to herself.

Moonbyul takes a shaky breath, how she's going to cope with the ruthless working environment of their profession without your sunny disposition around to lift them up in the middle of a late night shoot? She doesn't know.

Jung Wheein:

Torn

You told Wheein you were doing this not to follow in her footsteps, but because you also feel like it's time to move forward on your own. But somewhere in her mind and heart, are voices speaking in tandem: If she hadn't decided on this road, then you wouldn't have either.

She's leaving too, but in a way she feels as if you're leaving them, like she's staying to be a part of the group and you're the only one leaving.

Ahn Hyejin/Hwasa:

Determined

Twice in her life had Hyejin made a promise to herself that she couldn't keep. The first was promising herself that should Wheein leave, then so would she. The second was promising herself that Mamamoo would stay would stay a five member group til' the end. Now she's faced with the uneniable fact that Mamamoo is no longer Mamamoo.

The group's broken up, but that doesn't mean that the friendship that binds the five of you has to. With a heart less downed than the other memebers, Hyejin whispers "Mamamoo will always be Mamamoo at heart and in spirit."

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A/N: I made myself cry with that last sentence. Oh how the turning of the tables 🤡

[mikithelibrarian]

Mean Solarsido - Solar - GN! Reader

Slight Angst/Fluff

Sometimes jokes can go a little too far

“Hey everyone! Welcome to… SO-LAR-SI-DO~ I’m Solar!” Yongsun energetically waved at the camera she placed at the counter of your kitchen. “Truth is… I’m a little nervous… As you saw on the title, I’m going to prank (Y/N)… I’ve been seeing some videos on TikTok and that made me want to try those pranks… they can get a little cruel though” Yongsun said to the camera showing some nervousness and doubt in her future actions. Yes, she was planning something out of the ordinary but she was really curious about your reaction and she thought that maybe a TikTok pranks recompilation being done on you was going to be a really good video. She had planned many things though, things like the towel prank, pretending to be mad towards you, giving you some jealousy but today she was planning a little prank, a lot crueler.

She didn’t want a break up prank, not yet at least, but rather something else. She was going to say to you that you will no longer appear on her videos because with you in them they weren’t receiving much views, while those in which Byulyi made an appearance received much more. This meaning that those travel vlogs, couple challenges and other various videos wouldn’t continue or they wouldn’t include you in them.

She then prepared everything before you arrived from work, she hid a small camera behind the TV in your living room and also prepared an emergency supply of movies, a small gift and candies to cheer you up and make you forgive her in case something get out of hand. She knows you won’t lose control, but maybe you’ll get a little sad, or frustrated, or even angry, but at least she took calm in knowing you would never hurt her in any way or take any rash decisions.

Yongsun sat on the couch for about five minutes trying to get her nerves out until she heard the door of your apartment opening.

Her heart rate went up to the skies as she saw Yongkeey running towards the entrance to receive you and she heard your voice. “Hello girl! Missed me?”

She still had time to back away, she still had time for a second thought, she could still back away and pretend she wasn’t just planning on pulling a mean prank on you, she-

“Are you alright?” Your voice caught her attention instantly. You could see something in her eyes, fear, nervousness, anxiety. Suddenly, you forgot about the tiredness you’ve been accumulating along the day and sat beside her. “Is something wrong?”

Yongsun immediately nodded slowly. Now she was in deep, she just dug up her own tomb but she then understood how much deeper she was when you put your hands on hers.

“Want to talk about it?” You smiled warmly at her. Was she really about to do this to you?

“I need to tell you something” Yes, she was. Your heart started pumping blood a lot faster, that phrase was a bad sign that something was about to happen but you still maintained your smile and calm exterior, you’ll respect her decision, whatever it was. “I… I don’t want you to appear on my YouTube channel again…”

“W-Why?” For one part, she wasn’t breaking up with you, for the other part, it hurts, it burnt your heart. You enjoyed a lot of things, but you enjoyed them a lot more when you did them beside her, when you helped her, or at least you thought you did, in getting content for her channel, you took a lot of joy in supporting her and having fun with her in those challenges she loved so much.

“It’s boring…” Ouch… “…Apparently, it’s more enjoyable when you aren’t there… and people prefer Byul-yi… so…” She licked her lips in nervousness waiting for a reaction out of you but you were in shock, so much that Yongsun couldn’t even read your emotions until your eyes started to fill up with tears.

“I see” That boring part, that hit you hard, directly into an insecurity of yours. “It’s your content after all” You took your hands out of hers, forcing your tears in, not wanting her to feel guilty at all but it was impossible.

“Don’t cry~” Yongsun couldn’t keep up the prank and immediately hugged you close, hiding your face on her neck as she stroked your hair. “I’m sorry! It was a small prank!”

“A… prank?” You looked up to her and her mischievous grin. “That was mean…”

“I’m sorry~” She kissed your forehead and then pointed to the TV. “I was recording it for Solarsido but now I don’t want to use it”

“So I’m not boring?” Yongsun shook her head.

“I have the most fun when I’m with you!” She pecked your lips and smiled brightly at you. “And the videos with you are the most viewed in the channel!” She delivered another peck to your lips bringing you a smile. “I love you”

“I’m still thinking about it” Yongsun opened her mouth in shock while you separated from her and stood up from the couch.

You can be as mean as her… as any healthy relationship

I understand now,

It doesn’t matter the pain,

As long as I can see her smile in the end

[seollenda-moved]

four kinds of farewells

trainee!reader has to break the news to pre-mamamoo unit that they’re leaving rbw and the unit.

implied reader/wheein, though it’s probably just trainees crushin’ on each other at this time.

CW: no content warnings :)

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telling the others was twice as hard as making the decision to leave.

you told byulyi first, mainly because you were afraid of telling yongsun. her reaction was of quiet resignation. maybe she had sensed your unease over the past few weeks.

“i knew something was on your mind,” she said over the sushi dinner you two were halfway through. “when did you decide?”

“two days ago. i’m…i’m pretty certain.”

“then why are you hesitating right now?” she prodded good naturedly. you cracked a faux-annoyed smile.

“because i’m nervous about talking about it, dummy.” you tossed a used napkin at her, which she easily dodged.

“nervous? to talk to me? don’t be.” she chewed on a piece of ginger. “be nervous about talking to yongsun unnie.”

“i am. and…and wheein.”

not because you feared her wrath, but rather seeing your closest friend’s heart break might shatter you as well.

byul looked troubled too. “well. thanks for trusting me first.”

“i picked you because you’re a pushover, unnie,” you answered with a grin. it was her turn to return the napkin, which you caught instead. you resumed dining for a moment, though you felt her searching gaze flit across the table for the rest of the evening. above all, byulyi was attentive.

—-

yong was, unfortunately, the opposite. and she didn’t appreciate such surprises.

(choosing to tell her next was also an admission to the fact that you dreaded talking to wheein more than her. and telling hyejin would be like telling wheein’s telepathic other half.)

so here you were, seated on the floor of the practice room alone with your trainee unit leader, fidgeting with your pant leg and unable to look her in the eye.

“wow.” she sounded indecipherable. “since when did you…?”

“we’ve been in talks since february,” you admitted. “i confirmed with our ceo two days ago and said we’ll start finalizing negotiations soon but…” you swallowed the knot in your throat. “i wanted to tell you guys first.”

“oh.”

you sneaked a look at yongsun. you were dismayed to see saddened betrayal all over her face rather than anger. she scanned your face imploringly.

“what are they offering you?” that we can’t. that i couldn’t. was the implicit question.

“rbw doesn’t have the resources to promote a soloist and a group at the same time,” you said in your practiced words, though a rehearsed calm wasn’t easy to draw out. “i didn’t think it was fair…”

“why solo, though?” she prodded. the question she wasn’t shy of.

“i can’t match you guys. i’m not ready to debut, i don’t think i could without holding you all back.”

it was completely truthful. mamamoo was champing at the bit to debut. the four of them were ready as ever to present their hard work to the world—especially yongsun, whose unspoken situation was her time to debut was running out.

“you’re not being fair to yourself,” yongsun answered fiercely. if the leader excelled at anything, it was believing deeply in her members and refusing to let them forget it. “you’re an important part of us, you can’t discount that.”

you looked at her helplessly. “sm offered me at least another year and a half of training before evaluating if i’m ready to debut.” you stared down at your hands. “unnie, i’ve made my decision.”

“you can’t…you can’t abandon us.” 

“i’m not abandoning—“

“then what is it? you’re walking out.” she countered.

“we all agreed it’s for the benefit of everyone,” you said lamely. yongsun bolted to her feet, and when you chanced a glance up at her, her eyes were brimming with angry tears.

“‘we’, huh?” she responded, her voice raising tremulously. “everyone but us—“

“you all were the first and last thing i thought about!” you yelled back, but she had already thrown her gym bag over her shoulder and was storming out.

“you’re so selfish!”

you only looked up from your tears when you heard the door swing open. hyejin stood silently in the doorway, looking very small and quiet.

“is everything okay, unnie?”

—-

this was not the ideal way to tell hyejinie. but she was the warmest about it.

“you’re gonna be great,” she squeezed you in a hug. “it’s a big decision, i’m proud of you.”

“yongsun unnie…” you mumbled into her shoulder. hyejin laughed softly, the vibration of her chuckle pressed into your own chest. she drew back, pushing your hair behind your ear.

“she’ll come around eventually,” she said with an exasperated eyeroll. “she can’t help but feel responsible for everything. but she’ll figure it out. have you told byul unnie yet?”

“yeah.” you offered a sheepish grin. “sorry.”

“no, that’s who i would tell first too,” she said dryly. “they’ll have a good long chat and byulyi unnie will talk her down. just give her time.”

“yeah,” you conceded. your next breath came as a loud sigh as you lay flat against the hardwood floor. she lay down next to you, touching the crown of your head with hers. the two of you lay there for a while.

ahn hyejin was good at making one feel quietly understood. you would miss that most about her.

—-

“everyone’s so miserable lately! fill me in, i feel so left out.”

wheein’s bright grin beamed over the box of chicken and beer she had jaunted over to your apartment with. she pushed her way in, setting the food down on your table and turning back around. her smile dropped a tad at what was indeed probably a miserable expression. “you’re scaring me.”

you shut the door and stepped toward her, watching her eyes draw wider in concern. “wheein, i’m…i’m leaving rbw.”

she looked at you uncomprehendingly.

“what?”

“i’m joining sm as a trainee for at least another year. i’ll probably debut solo.”

she sat down slowly, the news slowly dawning on her and pulling the corners of her mouth down with it.

“i’m the last one to know, huh?” she said sadly. “no wonder…”

“i feared telling you most,” you added earnestly, sitting down across from her and grabbing her hands on the table. she searched your face for the truth. you already laid it bare.

she got to her feet and you leapt to stop her, fearing an exit like yong’s, but she only walked to your kitchen and retrieved two glasses. she set them down on the dining table next to you, stopping to stand and look you in the eyes.

the proximity of your fellow trainee—ex-fellow-trainee—made your heart skip a beat. she took your empty hands in hers and squeezed lightly, pulling you even closer.

“we don’t have to act like it’s farewell,” she said quietly, gaze flitting between your eyes. “it doesn’t have to be.”

and you knew that she could never have left your life anyway, not when it was about jung wheein first, and everything else in your crazy careers second.

[sexualmamamoosnaps]

i need Solar to use me hard as if i were her sex toy just made for her pleasure..

“You shouldn't say things like that princess, I'm a pretty rough lover and I love using my babygirls until they can barely speak or walk. Can you really take all that every night, it would make me so happy if you could be my sextoy princess?”

-Kim Yongsun

[purecantarella]

A Thousand Reasons

i thought of this while drinking one night and imagined how people with addictions handle love and how their loved ones take their issues. i wrote this when i wasn't in a good headspace but it honestly came out beautifully. i hope you all enjoy! kim yongsun / solar x reader disclaimer/s : other than this being angst, it talks about alcohol and almost abusive behaviour. please don't let this be a guide or romanticized more of a work of fiction and a cautionary tale. please read this with a level head. don't have relationships like this, for God's sake. Again i'm going to put a very big TRIGGER WARNING HERE

Solar loved you. You were everything she'd ever wanted and more. A loving girlfriend, her number one fan, an understanding friend, and the first reason she found to smile every day. You gave her a thousand reasons to fall in love with you, every single day of her life. Which is why the last words she ever said to you rang in her head like a church bell, even years after.

"I never want to see you again!" The singer screamed down the hallway of your shared apartment as you walked away with a backpack of clothes, toiletries, and the reason you two'd broken up, a bottle of half-drunken whiskey, loosely wrapped in between your fingers. Before she fell to her knees, sobs ripping from her lips as you walked into the elevator and out of her life.

But you're getting ahead of yourself.

You and Solar met when you were still kids, living next door to one another long before she'd even thought about training. She barely even liked you when you both first met. You'd stepped on her new white shoes while running up to greet her for the first time and she ran home screaming and crying.

The very next day, her mother opened the door to you with a lopsided grin, holding out a pair of your own white shoes. Solar pouted and stomped on the ground when her mother told her to go talk to you.

"I'm sorry, Yongsun-ssi...I didn't mean to..." You said while shifting front and back while holding out the pair of shoes. Solar remained pouting with one eye closed, watching your anxious movements. The expression lightened a bit before she took the shoes from your hands. "Just don't do it again..." She whispered admiring the new items she held in her hands.

You put out your hand, pinky out for her to take. "I promise!"

Solar giggled at your innocence and joy. She wrapped her pinky around yours before you tugged her into your back garden to play. You two became inseparable

When you two grew up, your dynamic barely changed. You were there to annoy her and she was there to make sure you didn't make a complete idiot of yourself. You two walked to school, you ate lunch together, and you both studied together after your classes ended.

It was easy to say that you two spend lots of time together. So much that it left you looking at her longer than you should and that she remembered each of your favorite things and brought them to you when you felt down. It came to a point where neither of you couldn't ignore it anymore.

A week before your school's student dance you stood beside Solar as she rummaged through her table, looking for a specific reference book. "...And then she literally threw her drink in his face for asking another girl to the dance instead of her. It was awesome." You explained what you saw during lunch.

The shorter woman chuckled before her face fell, rolling her eyes right after. You quirked a brow, propping your chin on her shoulder. Another invitation to be their date, you yourself rolled your eyes before plucking it from her hands. "Nope, you aren't going with anyone."

You crumpled the paper, before shooting it in the bin. Solar grinned before draping her arms around your neck. "So I'm not allowed to go with anyone?" You tried controlling the smile that fought its way onto your lips.

Since the announcement of the dance, you'd been blocking anyone who asked Solar out. And it gave your best friend the impression that maybe you felt the same.

You avoided her gaze while she smirked up at you. "S-Since when are you so bold, Yongsun..." You stammered out before she forced you to look at her. She rarely teased you but she sure as hell enjoyed it when she did. Solar leaned close, dangerously close to your lips as she said, "Maybe you'd like to take me, since you're so strict on who takes me."

No longer being able to bite back the smile, you pressed a quick kiss to Solar's nose. "Yeah. I'd like that."

It didn't surprise your other friends or even your families when you two inevitably got together. In fact, it surprised them that it took you that long to admit your feelings to one another.

"What do you mean 'you've known'?" Solar cried dramatically while you laughed, stroking her back gently in attempts to calm her down. Both your family's joined in your laugher as Solar fell back in her seat staring at them all in shock.

You placed your lips gingerly over her cheek, the shock melting into affection and admiration. "It's fine, Yong. Makes everything easier, right?" Your hand moved from her back to caress her cheek gently. Her smile grew as you stared at her.

Your sister pretended to gag which made you laugh heartily. Dinner continued on as normal as it could be. You cracked jokes with her parents while making sure your sister stayed in line.

By the end of the night, you'd walked the Kim family home with Solar staying out on the porch with you. She leaned up against you, soaking up the warmth you provided. Your fingers intertwined with hers as you sung songs to her softly, just for her to hear.

Solar looked up at you as you got so into the words you were singing and she didn't bother fighting the smile that came. After what she'd seen that night, how you calmed her, how you could handle your family and hers, Solar was sure that you were her rock.

A few years went by when you both graduated and moved into your own place. While you two were completely independent, you both still wanted to fall asleep next to each other. While your families and friends thought you were cheesy, you wanted to get used to living with one another.

"Aaaaand that's the last box." You huffed, plopping the box onto the ground. Solar giggled at your overly dramatic performance. She beckoned you onto the newly delivered couch. You grinned before slipping beside her.

The apartment was quaint but it was just the right size for both of you, and was rented at such a low price. You wrapped your arms around Solar's small frame to which she pressed herself further into your embrace. You left a trail of kisses from the tip of the shorter woman's cheeks.

Your hands interlocked with one another, your touch lingering on her left ring finger. "Do you think it'd be this nice if we ever got married, Yong?" You asked hypothetically before her eyes shot up in anxiety and excitement all at once.

She turned around, facing you, shocked expression still over her face. You grinned a little at it before she asked, "Are you serious?" You tilted your head to the side, as if thinking for a moment.

"Not now, of course." She breathed a breath of relief as you placed your lips on hers tenderly, wiping the shock off her face entirely. When you pulled away, she was left in a dreamy state, leaning back into you. "But I'm sure about you, gorgeous. You're my happiness, my sun."

Solar smiled before jumping up and rummaging in one of the unpacked boxes, eyes lighting up when she saw exactly what she wanted. You peaked over from the couch, watching your girlfriend curiously.

"Make a paper ring with me, N/n?"

With that, the promise of you and Solar was set. You worked hard during your college years to be able to help provide for your future, Kim Yongsun and the family you both planned on having. All the while, Solar trained hard and proved to her company that she was an asset they couldn't lose to other bigger managements. She was scheduled to debut.

And when she did, you were there. Front and center to cheer her on.

"There they are! The best group to debut this year!" You called with four bouquets of flowers in your your arms. The girls grinned and thanked you for your support and of course Solar was the last one in front of you.

You leaned down and left a soft kiss on the corner of her lips. "I'm so proud of you Yong." You added another kiss onto her perfectly painted lips before you pulled away, eyes gazing into hers. "I knew you could do it."

The Kim family and yours were incredibly close, so close in fact that you spent the holidays together every year. While you and the Solar's family urged yours not to rush home to keep up tradition rather get settled into their new home in America.

Being your family though, they were some of the most stubborn people in the world.

Your parents and sister were flying in from the U.S to meet you all for New Year. You'd even offered to pick them up, but they insisted that you stay with Solar's family to set up. They were supposed to arrive around nine. Ample time to rest a bit before jumping into the holiday festivities.

Then the clock struck nine. They were just a little late.

Ten. It's only an hour, you assured the Kim's that they were likely lost again. It wouldn't be the first time.

Eleven. Solar arrived from her broadcast recording.

Midnight. Fireworks exploded above head, but your phone rang.

One thirty. The doctors called a time of death.

You sat slumped over your shared bedroom. Solar was at the company practicing for their latest comeback. The office had encouraged you to take a few weeks off to regain your bearings. Your mind was racing, your pulse had hammered violently against your skin, your eyes were sore from all the tears.

You walked into the kitchen, eying the bottle of rum your father had sent over for Christmas. You'd saved it for New Years so you could both drink it together. It was the first alcoholic beverage you'd ever had and he thought it would be symbolic of your new lives, them emigrating and you getting promoted and talking about an engagement.

You popped the bottle open. One shot for your father turned into two. Then three. Then before you knew it, you'd guzzled down three bottles of you and Solar's reserve. As you popped a fourth bottle, your apartment door unlocked.

Solar walked in with a bag of take-out and was shocked to see you piss-drunk. Her eyes filled with tears seeing you that way.

A few bad days passed, then those days became a month. You and Solar were screaming at each other practically every night. Every night became a war in your once warm and happy home. And it always ended with you storming out to some bar to get wasted then Solar would go out to find you. You would make up as she carried you home only for it to repeat the process the next night.

It got to a point where Solar didn't even want to come home, she overworked herself and stayed at the company. Sometimes staying with Moonbyul until you'd have a normal day again but those were scarce and far flung between.

Solar walked into the house and her nose crumpled up in disgust. It smelled of cheap booze and piss. Tears of frustration and anger misted her eyes. Solar picked up the bottles and placed them beside the trash. The clinking stirred you awake. Head throbbing in pain but you eyed your girlfriend.

"Well, nice of you to come home, Yong." Your voice cold as you stumbled up to your feet. Solar stood in place staring at you, disappointment written all over her face. You rolled your eyes and pushed past her, leaning down to look for a still full bottle.

Solar stared at you completely shell-shocked. You looked up at her, brow raised irritated. "What?"

"Are you seriously fucking looking for more alcohol? Are you insane?" You grinned victoriously at the sight of a bottle of beer still half-full. As you pressed the cold glass to your lips, the shorter woman pulled it out of your hands, the bottle crashing onto the tile of the floor.

You grit your teeth and glared at Solar with so much contempt in your eyes. An expression she'd never seen from you. Sure you fought but it never got this bad. You raised your hand, Solar's eyes clenched and she whimpered without anything ever touching her.

Your eyes went wide before you fell to your knees. Apologising profusely, sobbing onto her feet. Solar looked down at you and wrapped her arms around you. The glass bottle long forgotten.

You were broken...so, so broken and she didn't know what to do.

After that night, you stopped drinking for a while. It almost seemed like it was back to normal. But you were much colder and far more distant. It terrified Solar to no end, especially when she couldn't be with you everyday because of preparations for their comeback.

Then, it happened.

Solar opened the door prepared to call out for you when the familiar scent of alcohol wafted around the room. She felt tears in her eyes, without a second thought the idol sprinted into the apartment to see you standing over a bag of your belongings, staring at them blankly.

"N/n..." She called hoping for some familiarity, but in all honesty, she couldn't even recognise you anymore. You weren't the kid she met from across the street, you weren't the teasing teenager with a puppy dog crush on her. You definitely weren't the same person who promised her a future. Tears fell from her eyes.

You didn't look at her. All you could muster was, "This is over, Solar...I don't..." You paused to sling your bag over your shoulder. "I don't love you anymore. I can't." With that you walked into the hallway of your apartment.

No. She couldn't let you go.

"Y/n please! We can talk about this! I promise it'll be alright when you're sober! Please!" Solar begged, rushing to grab your hand. Placing it over her chest. Her eyes pleading while yours, while misty, remained apathetic as you tugged your hand back. "Have some respect for yourself, Solar. It's just sad to look at now." Before long, you were out the door and walking towards the hallway.

All the reasons she wanted you to stay. All the reasons Solar be with you. Every time she reasoned that you were the one for her. All the times she reasoned that you were her forever. All the reasons she gave to love you. Disappeared.

In it's place was a searing rage. One that made her rise to her feet and run to the front door. "I never want to see you again!"

A year passes and she never hears from you again. Her family and the rest of Mamamoo supports her through the hardest year she'd ever had. Then before she realises it, a decade had passed since you left her life for what felt like good. She married a young man who promised her the world, not that it ever held a candle to you, and they have three beautiful children.

The memory of you became so blurred that it were almost like you were a person in another life. And it would have stayed that way until her youngest child's 5th birthday. With the promise of any toy she wanted, the pair entered a grand toy store where the child ran around looking for what she wanted.

Then as Solar raised her eyes from her phone, tracking her daughter from one of the stuffed animals she keeps in her backpack. Her breathe caught in her throat.

Solar's eyes grew to the size of plates when she saw you standing in front of the aisles of a toy store, looking back and forth from a list. Her heart pounded madly against her chest as your warm eyes looked up and met hers. It was like she was in her 20s again, staring at the home she'd lost.

The couple's youngest child clung to her leg suddenly, snapping Solar away from you. She smiled at her child before taking the toy from her hand. Nervously, she looked back up, searching for you and found herself incredibly disappointed when she didn't see you.

"Yong?" Your voice from behind her made her physically jump, making her kid giggle uncontrollably. "You're funny, mommy!"

Your brows shot up at the title as your eyes flickered from both Solar and the young child in front of both of you. You smiled and leaned down to the child's level, holding your hand out. "Hey I'm N/n-unnie!" The child's eyes shimmered brightly, just like Solar's once did.

Your chest tightened at the memory but you fought back the tears. "You know, your mom was my very good friend when we were young." Solar's lips trembled as you spoke to her youngest child. "And she got me through a lot. You be good to her, alright?" Your voice trembled as you placed a gentle hand over her head.

She didn't move or flinch like she usually would around other adults. In fact she smiled and nodded excitedly before running back around the store looking for more toys to ask from her mom. You chuckled before getting back up to meet eyes with Solar's.

It was the surprised expression that always used to warm your stomach. One that you used to lean over and kiss away. For a moment a silence hung over both of you, memories, both good and bad, rushed through both your minds.

"How've you been...?" She asked, the expression on her face turning into a warm and familiar one. You swung from side to side awkwardly, not really knowing what to do with yourself. "I've been good. Got off the alcohol, ten years sober."

Her expression softened and there was a lull in the conversation again. And the regrets and reasons rushed back into the retired idol's mind. She deeply wanted to hug you, feel the warmth of you again. "I...You..." Solar began but you put a hand up, silencing her immediately.

"No need. I'm so sorry for everything that happened between us, Yong...I—" Before you could finish, Solar felt a warm arm wrap around her waist, spinning her around. "Darling, we should get going. Your mom's waiting for us." Her husband reminded gently with a warm smile.

"O-Oh yes! I'll just pay for these. I'll meet you up front." Solar rushed before her husband nodded, leaning down to peck her lips before going around the store to look for the couple's daughter. She quickly turned around to try and talk to you but you'd disappeared.

An unresolved ache returned to her chest as she sulkily made her way to the counter. The brunette looked around the store one more time before sighing and walking to the front of the store where her hyperactive toddler bantered her father excitedly. She smiled and took both their hands before walking to the restaurant where her mother patiently waited.

For you though, it was much different. You didn't get get to go home to a family or kids. You burned that bridge when you left Solar a decade ago. You sat on a metal bench, the sunset in the sky dimming as you took a shaky breath.

"You know you aren't going to be good for her...Look at you..." You said to yourself in the mirror before sinking in the seat behind you. The few months of you getting back onto your feet turned into almost a year of Solar having to support your drunk ass every night.

Kim Yongsun deserved better than you.

The night you walked away from her, spewing all the things you said, all the insults, the lies. You needed the reason to have her let you go. She never would just live a miserable life with you in your state.

"I never want to see you again!" Her words echoing in your ears as you walked away, tears pricking your eyes and your lip trembling uncontrollably. Your heart begged you to run back, hold her in your arms but you knew you couldn't do this to her anymore. You looked back, rethinking your choice before shaking your head.

The moment the elevator doors closed, you yourself fell to your knees. Clinging to the metal bar behind you, sobbing and gasping for air. Mumbling soft, "I'm sorry"s that would never be heard.

'It was for the best.' You reminded yourself before shaking your tears away. You opened your phone, home screen still unchanged. Your fingers interlocked with make-shift rings on your fingers. You opened your settings, clearing the photo from your sight.

You loved Solar far more than you loved anything else. Hell, you still do. But because of it, you could never strip her of the life she had now.

You had a thousand selfish reasons for her to stay, but you only needed one to leave.

yeah i cried for some reason writing this. i think i might be fragile right now AHHAHAAHH moving on from the vv intense angst, i'll make sure to make the update for tomorrow extra fluff for you guys. maybe some twice reactions or blackpink reactions. :") i need to bleach my soul! i hope you all enjoyed and please don't use this as a basis for a relationship. a lot of what happens by the end of the story should be a red flag to any one in this kind of relationship rather than the standard. keep safe in your relationships, my lovelies anyway, i hope you enjoyed! requests are open and keep safe, you adorable and amazing lot! i'll see you all vv soon 💓 - r

[byulsgrease]

flaneur + moonbyul || off the beaten path

flaneur - a person who strolls the city in order to experience it - "deliberately aimless"

(slice of life?, ~1.8k words) - event prompt list

a/n: this is sort of a continuation of the moonsun I wrote back when I hit 100. definitely not necessary to have read it to understand this, but the context might be helpful if you did? who knows.

Byulyi doesn't actually head straight home. She strolls about after taking the train and purposefully getting off a couple stops too early, basking in the moonlight and brisk night air. Yes, her feet ache and prickle with every step from her shift. But she can't seem to make them carry her home. It feels less and less like one with every night she opens the door to her empty apartment, anyway.

She passes a little park, the kind artificially constructed in the middle of urban neighborhoods to give growing children some semblance of normalcy. Encourage them to come outside and touch some grass, or whatever people called it these days. A set of rusting monkey bars with a single swing attached stands atop the sandbox-like enclosure of woodchips. She unconsciously wanders over to the swing and sits in it, backpack still on. Her hands grasp the chains, thumbing over the roughness of individual links as she kicks off with her Air Jordan-clad foot. Some woodchips fly out onto the concrete but she gets herself swinging.

Mindlessly but methodically pumping her legs back and forth like she'd learned to as a child, she can't help but think about the day she just had. Sure, she worked all day. But her mind's fixed on who she worked with— Yongsun.

The corners of Byul’s lips slide upwards at the memory of meeting Yongsun for the first time, a bright and friendly smile breaking out between round cheeks while being tossed an apron, despite Byul's first day being an extremely busy one. Yongsun never let the afternoon rush phase her— she just put her mind to it and worked harder, if anything. Diligence. Nothing ever half-assed, whether by her or anyone else under her supervision.

Byulyi admired Yongsun's drive and passion. And still does. And Yongsun? Hm, what does she appreciate about Byulyi? All Byul can think of are the annoyingly witty jokes she cracks to poke fun and help break up the busy days. Even their manager manages to break into a tight-lipped smile once in a while— accompanied by a huge eyeroll, of course.

Does that mean Byulyi just falls for everyone? No, no. She treats everyone in her life like this, cunningly making jokes out of everything and nothing. She's got a knack for making people laugh and feel at ease. But she knows it's different when Yongsun's around because she gets so touchy. It's not even something Byul noticed she was doing at first— a tap of her fingers on the other's hip to signal her passing behind in their cramped space behind the counter, squishing Yongsun's cheeks with a finger to bother her, and even taking hold of her arm to peer over her shoulder while Yongsun took customer orders for Byulyi to anticipate the drink she’d have to make.

"Hey, why are you so…" she asked while closing up one day, maybe a month into Byulyi starting work.

"Touchy?" Byul interjected with a laugh. "You’re not the first person to ask. Guess I’ve just always been a skinship kind of person. We are friends, right?"

“Yeah, ‘course,” Yongsun replied with a short nod and a suggestion of a smile, returning her attention to intently swiping a rag over the drink-stained tables.

Byulyi stops in her tracks and looks up at the light shining out the glass door onto the pavement. 7-11. Out of all the places she could’ve wandered to, a convenience store? But her stomach growls at the sight of the brightly colored snack shelves, so she pushes a hand into the smooth glass and enters. A digital beep rings throughout the store, signaling her entrance.

The back of your head rests against the clear plastic case that houses all the cigarettes when you hear it. Good timing, because you’re literally about to fall asleep on the job.

Oh shit, a customer.

You stand up from the old bucket you sit on and greet her with whatever meager enthusiasm you can muster at this hour and lean right back into the case. One eye stays open, trained on her movements through the store. Can’t let some girl shoplift because you let your guard down late at night, the manager would have your head.

The next sound you hear is the thock of cardboard on the counter jolting you out of a micro-sleep, banging your head on the front of the cigarette case behind it. A throb of pain radiates through the impacted spot as you stand, rubbing the back of your head and apologizing groggily.

“No worries, long day. I get how it is,” she half smirks. A pack of mint gum also gets tossed on top of the container, which makes itself known as a pack of instant tteokbokki. You don’t usually talk to customers, especially the late-night stragglers. But she’s not some ratty old guy so you figure she wouldn’t attempt to hit on you.

“This brand is really fishy, huh?” Really? That’s the best you could do??

“What? Oh. Yeah, it is.”Your head shakes imperceptibly as you scan her items and process her change accordingly, kicking yourself for saying something so deeply mundane. “Thanks. Where’s the hot water?” she asks calmly.

You quit while you’re ahead and respond wordlessly with a hand wave toward the corner of the store. She nods politely as you sit back down on the bucket, tracking her with your eyes because there’s truly nothing else to do.

Byulyi tears the top open and fills the container with scalding water from the dispenser, careful to not splash any out of the opening. Her elbows rest on the counter as she leans into it, head propped in the palms of her hands. You don’t even realize how strangely pensive she looks, too stuck in the embarrassment of what you’d said earlier. Maybe having her hit on you wouldn’t have been so terrible. At least she’d be the one commiting the faux pas.

Byulyi notices absolutely none of this, mind still swirling with thoughts of Yongsun.

She’d like to think it wasn’t really either of them that initiated or made the first move. They had good chemistry, playful banter, witty rapport… and then one thing led to another, right? Heat radiates through her face at the memory— and it’s not from the hot water boiler. The only thing Yongsun made explicitly clear was that this, whatever the hell it was, had to stay casual.

Byulyi grabs a plastic fork and goes to town on the rice cakes, hissing as she instinctively sucks in a breath to cool the chewy starch.

Casual. Byulyi could do casual, she resolved. At least back then. But several hookups later and she’s found Yongsun taking up real estate in her mind, inch by inch. It doesn’t help that she never wants to talk, either. They fuck after closing and don’t do much else. Or more like Byulyi cums and then Yongsun dashes before the favor gets returned. Yongsun clammed up the one time she let Byulyi take care of her, rushing out even quicker than usual. And of course, it’s not like Byulyi could’ve asked her about it.

She finishes eating and resolves to grab the same package from the shelf, plopping it on the counter much like before.

"So good that you want another?" you joke, mildly surprised that she'd actually want to eat a second one. You could point her to the street vendor just a couple blocks away that sells the real deal for less.

“Nah,” she draws out, relaxed. “Picking up a snack for my roommate, tteokbokki’s her favorite.”

Byulyi bites her tongue as soon as the lie leaves her mouth, a tad concerned how easily it came to mind. But it’s not like you know. So she thumbs through her wallet and hands you a bill, nodding silently that you can keep the change. A tip from one service worker to another, she figures.

The chime signals Byulyi’s exit from the store, door swishing shut behind her. She looks up at the moon again, realizing now that her sight is dotted with a flurry of snowflakes that stand out against the backdrop of the sky. Her nose scrunches at the smell her own breath as it materializes in front of her— that tteokbokki really is fishy. She fiddles with the plastic rim of the tteokbokki lid, the thunk thunk sound stopping dead in the snowy air.

She’s really not far from Yongsun’s apartment. Nothing stopping her from making a tteokbokki delivery, right? It’s not like she needs to knock, the container would survive being left out overnight. Byulyi heads off in a power-walk, wracking her brain for Yongsun’s apartment number.

Upon arrival, Byulyi sets the container down on the doorstep and steps back ready to leave, but realizes there’s nothing to indicate that it’s from her. Not even pen and paper in her bag. Even a sticky note would’ve sufficed.

Maybe she should text? She hesitates for a split second, but then thinks fuck it. Her knuckles rap against the door in a half-balled fist. The sound is strangely decisive and much louder than expected. Her hands nervously fumble and fidget with the plastic lip of the container again as she hears movement from inside. What is Byulyi doing here? Confessing? Trying to return the many past favors?

Yongsun's bleary but annoyed voice comes out of door as it swings open.

"Who the hell— oh." She stops to stare at Byulyi dead in the eyes, sleepiness immediately sucked out of her voice when she lays eyes on the visitor in front of her.

“Can I come in?”

“Do you know what time it is?”

“Why are you still awake?”

“Why are you here?” Yongsun sounds more awake by the second, bleariness fading away from her voice with every word she speaks.

“Can’t I just come in? C’mon, I brought tteokbokki,” Byulyi half-whines with a shake of the container.

Yongsun shivers once in the doorway, the snowy air settling onto her skin the longer the door stays open. She rolls her eyes at Byulyi’s everlasting persistence, but steps behind the door to swing it open with a resigned huff, Yongkeey tucked behind Yongsun’s calves on the verge of yipping in excitement at the visitor.

Byulyi cracks a sheepish smile as she steps in, as if showing her teeth could make up for the intrusion. While Byulyi stands heel-to-toe to slip her feet out of her sneakers, Yongsun lets an excited Yongkeey loose. Yongsun surveys the uninvited visitor in front of her, noting how the snowflakes dotting the younger’s dark puffer jacket sparkle in the yellowed apartment light as she closes the door to the snowy outdoors with a click behind them.

[sevlgi]

sugar pt. 2

requested: yes

group: mamamoo

pairing: solar x fem!reader

genre: fluff, angst

contents: sugar mommy!solar, sugar baby!reader.  part 1 here!

warnings: implied sex

synopsis: You’re not so sure about how much longer you want to be Yongsun’s sugar baby.

a/n: none

word count: 1.9k

Being a sugar baby was never meant to last. You didn’t ever expect a relationship like Sooyoung and Joohyun, one that transcended deals of money and sex into a real love; Yongsun was supposed to just be the woman who bought you diamonds in exchange for a couple expensive dinners together. 

But instead, you found yourself falling dangerously quickly for someone who shouldn’t have even breathed the same air as you. You found your relationship evolving, from a simple sugar mommy and the girl she spoiled into just... girlfriends.

You were lucky enough to meet someone who felt the same way as you and would never take advantage of you in any way. Yongsun let you make all the first moves and never rushed you, which would’ve been perfect if not for the fact that in everyone else’s eyes, you were still just a sugar baby.

Joohyun smiled at you when you were led inside the hotel lobby by your girlfriend. You were gaping at the chandeliers, still self-conscious about the form-fitting Chanel gown that you wore; to be honest, you didn’t look like you’d been with Yongsun for almost 5 months. “Glad you could make it, you two.”

“Thank you for the invitation, Joohyun.” Yongsun, in contrast, was perfectly relaxed in her natural environment. You’d quickly come to learn that a coat of red lipstick and a fancy dress was enough to transform her from the gentle woman you loved into Solar, CEO of her own entertainment company. “Congratulations on the debut of your new group,” she smiled, seizing two glasses of wine off a waiter.

The other woman was about to speak when Sooyoung sidled over, slipping her hand into the crook of Joohyun’s arm like it was nothing. “Wow, Y/N, your sugar mommy’s obviously treating you well,” your best friend laughed good-naturedly, gesturing at the heavy rope of diamonds around your neck. 

She didn’t mean anything adverse, but you frowned, Yongsun’s hand tightening around yours. “Sugar baby?”

“Well, yeah,” Sooyoung shrugged. “I mean, Yongsun unnie is still buying you stuff. And you’re still... together, right?”

Your girlfriend patted your arm to stop you from opening your mouth again. “Right. Uh, if you’ll excuse us, I think I saw Byulyi somewhere, and I need to talk to her.”

As you were led away, you tugged at Yongsun’s hand. “Hey. What was that about? You should’ve let me tell her that I’m not your sugar baby anymore.”

The CEO sighed, waving mindlessly at some tall man that you vaguely recognized. “Y/N-ah. You have to realize that while I still buy you things and we’re together, no one will believe that we’re anything other than sugar mommy and baby. It doesn’t matter how many times we explain... you can’t just leave a relationship like this behind in the past.”

You quieted for a second, but you couldn’t stop yourself from blurting out, “Well, maybe we should leave the entire relationship behind.”

Yongsun stared at you with startled eyes. As someone approached her, though, she had to slip the mask back on, her hand tight on yours the only indication that she did hear what you said. “Good evening, Min PD. How’re you?”

“Did you mean it?”

Your lips tightened on the rim of your glass of tea as Yongsun poured one out of her own. It was the morning after the gala; you didn’t speak in the car ride home, at least not about anything other than Joohyun’s new group, and you went straight to sleep after arriving in your apartment. It was one of the rare nights that you slept early (or at all), especially when you considered that you didn’t even go to Yongsun’s penthouse. Instead, you let yourself in in the early morning, surprised when your girlfriend was already awake. “Mean what?”

“You know damn well.” She tapped her fingernails on the glass surface of her teacup, sighing and stopping when she realized how nerve-wracking it was. “You said we should leave the entire relationship behind. You... what did you mean by that?”

“I just meant that I don’t want to be your sugar baby anymore.” You set your cup down, raking your hands through your hair quickly. “I know I started this because I needed the money, but I-- but you got me a job. I earn my own money now, and I don’t need the diamonds, or the Chanel, or anything else.”

Yongsun reached for your hands, almost pouting as she said, “But baby. I like spoiling you, don’t you get it?”

“Buying me an entire store of Hermès isn’t normal spoiling,” you protested. “Normal is... buying me nice bread! Or just some nice heels for my birthday that cost less than a thousand dollars. Yongsun-ah, I want to be your girlfriend.”

Her lips opened in a soft “o” at that. Perhaps she had never really thought about how a normal relationship worked, or maybe she just qualified Hermès scarves as a normal birthday gift. Either way, you were tired of being thought of as just a sugar baby. “I get it. But I already told you, there’s no way that you can just shed the label like that,” she frowned, snapping her fingers for emphasis. 

“Then we break up.” When Yongsun opened her mouth to protest, you held your hand up to quiet her, pleading, “Hear me out, okay? We break up as sugar mommy and baby, but we continue... whatever this is in secret. After a couple weeks, we announce that we decided to just date normally. I can still come to your functions, because I know Sooyoung, and we can even have an amicable breakup!”

The brunette considered it, perfectly drawn eyebrows furrowing slightly. “I mean. It could work?”

You beamed, sitting back in your chair. “Then it’s settled! We break up.”

Yongsun still frowned. She obviously didn’t like the idea of breaking up with you at all, though you knew she’d cave eventually if only for the idea of calling you her girlfriend instead of her sugar baby. “...Fine. But you have to let me buy the new Louis collection for you in return.”

“No.” At the growing smile on the woman’s face, your eyes widened and you reached to keep her from standing and going to her extensive closet. “Yongsun--”

With the secretive glances that you and Yongsun kept exchanging at Joohyun’s next celebratory dinner, you were surprised that no one picked up on something else going on. But then again, with your seatmate hitting on you, you were sure that no one was paying much attention.

Hyesook was cute, sure. You weren’t sure exactly why she was at the dinner; she didn’t look like a CEO, but the Rolex on her wrist screamed money. And she was probably younger than Yongsun, not unattractive at all, but you despised the way he leaned towards you. “So. You and the CEO are broken up, huh?”

“Yeah.” You sipped at the company-provided alcohol to distract yourself, though not too much in case Hyesook made a move. Thankfully, you wore a high-collared shirt with pants this time, almost looking like a CEO yourself with the flamboyant Gucci tag on the neck of the jacket. “It was amicable, we’re still close.”

“I’m sure.” She gulped at her own wine, and you sent panicked eyes at Sooyoung’s back across the table, your best friend laughing at something that the man behind her said. “You’re in the market, then? For another sugar mommy? I might not make as much as Kim Solar, but I can easily spoil you just as well. Or better.”

You winced and tugged a plate of crackers towards yourself. Your girlfriend was nowhere to be seen, nor Joohyun or anyone else you recognized. “I’m not, actually. Learned my lesson, don’t really want to rely on someone for money again.”

“I wouldn’t ask much.” Hyesook’s eyes felt invasive, even as they just remained on your face. “Dinners, maybe a couple nights. A quick fu--”

“Excuse me. What’s going on here?”

A relieved breath almost escaped you when you felt a familiar pair of hands on your shoulders. Yongsun stood tall in her heels, a smooth smile on her face concealing her brimming anger. Hyesook waved offhandedly, moving to grab your free hand. “Just getting to know each other.”

You snatched your hand away at the same time that Yongsun batted the other woman’s hand away. “From my point of view, my girlfriend isn’t enjoying it. And I won’t tolerate that at my best friend’s company dinner.”

Hyesook raised her eyebrows, smirking as she leaned back. “Girlfriend, huh? And here I thought I was flirting with a free woman,” she shook her head. “Pity.”

Yongsun scoffed, “Yeah, girlfriend. Do you have a problem with that? Because I’m sure that Yoongi won’t hesitate to fire you if I have a quick chat with him about your behavior.”

Yoongi. A producer then, you noted, standing and placing your hand on your girlfriend’s shoulder. “Come on, Yongsun. Let’s go,” you mumbled, flashing a sarcastic smile at Hyesook as you walked away. “You shouldn’t just...”

“What? Defend you?” For once, Yongsun almost looked angry, her crimson lips pinched tight and her eyes narrow, though you knew her too well to be scared at whatever she planned to do. “I promise you, Y/N, I won’t let anyone violate you.”

Before you could ask what she meant, the two of you were standing in the very center of the dinner hall, the other woman’s hands on her hips and her voice commanding. “Everyone, if you would give me your attention for a second.”

Your cheeks flushed when all the voices and conversations quieted, eyes turned upon you as Yongsun spoke. “As I’m sure you know, Y/N was once my sugar baby. I gave-- and still give-- expensive gifts, and that seems to make all of you think that she is still just that. A sugar baby.”

Joohyun’s smile almost blinded you from a couple tables away, but it served as reassurance to not melt into the floor like a puddle as your girlfriend continued on. “From now on, I would like all of you to remember that Y/N is my girlfriend. I love her, more than anything in this world, and I will not tolerate any kind of disrespect towards her or our relationship.”

A whoop sounded, probably belonging to Sooyoung, and Yongsun switched to a grin as she clasped your hand in hers. When it became apparent that she had finished, quiet applause sounded in the audience and the chatter resumed, though you saw Hyesook slink off through a door somewhere.

When you turned back to her, Yongsun’s smile was a bit embarrassed. “I’m sorry, Y/N-ah... I don’t know if that was okay for me to say.”

Instead of answering, you cupped her face in your hands and pressed your lips to hers softly. You almost bent over backwards with how strongly Yongsun reciprocated, a breathy giggle escaping you. “It was more than okay. Thank you, actually.”

“Now, should we get to telling Yoongi about his employee’s indecency?” At your obviously coming protest, Yongsun started pulling you towards the producers’ table, laughing as she did. “No excuses, Y/N. I love you~”

[girlgrouptrash101]

Mamamoo Reaction to Taking Care of Their Drunk S/O

Request: “mamamoo reaction to taking care of their drunk s/o. thank u!”

A/N: finally something other than a scenario,,, hope y’all enjoy the change sjdfssd

- C

Solar:

Switches between being a full blown mom and finding it the most hilarious thing ever. Whenever she knows you’re going out, she always waits up at home to make sure you get in safely. This often leads to her helping you to the bathroom, holding your hair out of the way when you need it, sitting on the bathroom floor with you while you have an impromptu therapy session or even her consoling you through those random drunk crying sessions you always seem to have for no reason. She does her best to take care of you, help you get changed and ready for bed, anything you need, but her resolve is gone as soon as you start dropping the cheesy pickup lines. You do her best to flirt with her, calling her an angel and trying to pull her into your arms as she smacks away your advances, just trying to give you some water and put you to bed. She always eventually gives in though, pressing a soft kiss to your lips that has your drunk self absolutely floating on cloud nine, always making Solar giggle at your overreaction to the gesture.

Moonbyul:

This one just thinks it’s the funniest thing ever. When you came home from dinner with friends, Moonbyul was just chilling in your apartment. She couldn’t help but laugh as you danced messily around the living room, screaming random song lyrics and trying to get your girlfriend to join in on your solo dance party. She eventually joined in, twirling you around and singing songs with you until you were tired out. When all the spinning and dancing got to your head, Moonbyul was there to catch you, helping you to the bathroom to get cleaned up and then helping you change into something comfier. She’d sit beside you in bed, entertaining your drunk, slurred stories and random jokes that you wouldn’t even recall in the morning. Expect to be texted some very embarrassing drunk videos of yourself that she’d recorded of you though, the sound of her laughter coming from behind the camera as she picks up on your ridiculous antics.

Wheein:

10/10 bestest and most caring girl. She knew your high school friends were back in town to visit for the night, so you had gone out to meet them and had a few too many drinks on the way. Wheein was just watching TV when you stumbled in the front door, throwing your girlfriend a lopsided grin and a lazy wave. She rushed over to you, helping you sit down on the sofa and getting you a big pint of water to help clear out your system. She’d help you to the bathroom if you needed it, and escort you through each room for fear you’d stumble a little too far and fall on the ground. She’d help you into your pyjamas and giggle at your drunk flirting, playing along as she helped you into bed. This girl would take such good care of you no matter what, even leaving out medicine and water for the inevitable hangover that would come for you in the morning.

Hwasa:

Girlie would probably be just as drunk as you if we’re being real here. The two of you had gone out to celebrate the release of her single, which led to the two of you getting absolutely plastered. You’d barely made it home in one piece, stumbling down the streets and giggling like schoolchildren. The next challenge was getting your key in the door, as the lock seemed to be moving away from you every time you got near it, making Hwasa laugh even louder at you, her drunk state turning everything into a comedy act. Eventually making it inside, you managed to get into your pyjamas - well, Hwasa put hers on backwards, but it still counts. Not having the energy to do much else, the two of you crashed onto the mattress and were knocked out cold as soon as your heads hit the pillow.

[4brrrr]

Unusual

It was one of the rarest days wherein Byulyi opted to wear a more feminine outfit in contrast to her usual baggy style. However, it seemed like the weather was not in her favor as the sudden cold breeze hits the skin of the back of her neck, making her shiver as she walked through the streets not far from their music video filming site.

Her hair was pulled up into a messy bun, a gold necklace belonging to a set of two hanging loosely around her neck. She was clad in an oversized white button-up polo shirt, the first button undone and the collar pulled down her shoulders, showing a bit of her collarbones. The hem of the shirt was tucked inside a tightly fitted black pencil skirt that emphasizes the curve of her waist. To top it off, she completed the outfit with a pair of white rubber shoes and a small simple yet fancy hand purse.

It was unusual for Byulyi to be wearing such an outfit offstage but Yongsun was not complaining. It was a new fresh look and the younger definitely looked stunning. The moment she walked into the filming set, the entire team, including Wheein and Hyejin, were in shambles, however, the younger's conscious gaze as they walked through the area did not go unnoticed.

Yongsun was having an internal turmoil, torn between her protectiveness triggered by the vulnerability visible on the woman's face and not knowing how to act on her worries. She bit her lip, staring down her now slightly shorter bandmate all thanks to the heels she was currently wearing.

The moment Byulyi hid herself behind the leader, she dropped all her hesitation, finally removing the blazer she wore above her silk cream one-piece outfit and stopping on her tracks to turn and drape the garment around Byulyi's shoulders. The younger, in turn, stared at her in shock, currently in a flustered state at the sudden action.

A mischievous glint flashed through Byulyi's eyes, smirking at the older who looked away from the gaze, cheeks flushed with red. "Unnie, that made my heart skip a beat" she teased, much to Yongsun's misery, poking the older's nose with her index finger.

Following right after the younger who continued walking to the convenience store, she groaned.

"Shut up, Byul-ah."

Bonus:

Byulyi clutched onto the blazer, her lips stretched into a wide grin as she walked pass a dumbfounded Yongsun. Her cheeks were tinted red, her heartbeat was racing and she couldn't help but let out a small squeal. When she said her heart skipped a beat, she wasn't lying.