#Minjeong smau

[baelabong]

ꜰᴀᴄᴀᴅᴇ

(ɪᴅᴏʟ ᴡɪɴᴛᴇʀ x ᴀᴄᴛʀᴇꜱꜱ ꜰᴇᴍ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ)

plot: being an actress was hard. not the job itself but rather the worry of having to come home to a sulky girlfriend

warnings/notes: jealous mj, lowkey toxic IF YOU SQUINT, male mentioned…..

you’re standing there on the stage, lights flashing from every direction, and the crowd is going wild. you and byeon woo seok, side by side, holding the “couple of the year” award like it’s the most natural thing in the world. the audience is clapping so hard you can barely hear yourself think, but you don’t need to think. you’ve done this a thousand times—smile, pose, play the part.

you shift your weight slightly, leaning into woo seok just enough for the cameras to catch the moment. “we really did it,” you whisper, voice soft enough to be drowned out by the cheers, but he hears you. you’re both used to these little moments by now—playing the perfect couple for the world to see.

“told you we would,” he responds smoothly, flashing that charming grin of his, the one that always makes the fans go crazy. as he pulls you closer, his arm casually wrapping around your waist, you keep the smile up. nothing too over the top, just enough to sell the chemistry the media loves. you both know this game inside out.

then it’s time for the acceptance speech, and you let him take the lead. he starts off with the usual thanks—production team, the director, the fans. he’s good at this, the right mix of serious and charming. when it’s your turn, you step forward, and without missing a beat, you slip into character.

“i honestly don’t know how i got so lucky,” you say, glancing at woo seok like he’s the best thing that ever happened to you. it’s all for the cameras, but the way you say it feels real enough. you’ve got to give the people what they want. woo seok smiles back, playing along effortlessly. “working with him was… a lot of fun,” you add, letting a playful smile tug at your lips. “i guess spending so much time together on set paid off.”

the crowd eats it up. the flashes keep coming, and you can almost hear the headlines writing themselves: perfect couple, on-screen and off.

but then—buzz. you feel your phone vibrate in your clutch. you ignore it at first, focus on the speech, on the cameras, on the thousands of eyes watching your every move. but when the moment comes to step back, you glance down just to check. it’s minjeong. you swipe open the message: congrats on the award… you looked good with him.

great. you try not to let it show, but your smile slips for just a second before you catch yourself. no one else notices—not woo seok, not the crowd—but you know exactly what that text means. minjeong’s watching, and she’s not loving what she’s seeing.

you quickly slip the phone back into your bag, telling yourself you’ll deal with it later. right now, the cameras are still on you, and you’ve got a job to finish. you give woo seok a nudge, and he chuckles, leaning into you a little like the perfect co-star, ever the gentleman.

“we make a good team,” he says, loud enough for the audience to hear, and you nod, keeping the smile plastered on your face.

“the best,” you reply, just as smoothly.

another round of applause, and then you’re making your way off stage, the sound of clapping and cheers following you. woo seok walks beside you, relaxed as ever, but your mind is already drifting elsewhere. you know when you get home, minjeong’s going to have something to say about this, and it won’t just be a “congrats.”

you catch woo seok giving you a sideways glance as you walk off stage together. “everything okay?” he asks quietly, and for a second, you think about telling him what’s going on, but then you just shake your head.

“yeah, just... a long night,” you say, brushing it off. because, really, the last thing you need is for anyone to see behind the curtain.

the applause from the award ceremony is still ringing in your ears as you step onto the red carpet, woo seok beside you like a perfect co-star. the night feels surreal—one of those moments where you’re completely aware that all eyes are on you. the cameras are flashing, and every inch of you is under scrutiny. but you’ve got this. after all, this isn’t your first time handling the spotlight.

your gown is stunning—floor-length, shimmering in the lights, hugging your curves just right. you feel powerful, confident. beside you, woo seok is as charming as ever, his hand resting lightly on the small of your back as you both pose for the photographers. it’s all part of the act, and you’re good at it. the fans are screaming, holding up signs, calling your name. you give them that practiced smile, tilting your head just enough to give the cameras what they want.

but as you turn slightly, something catches your eye—a group of k-pop idols arriving on the other side of the carpet. aespa. you spot the flashes around them, fans going crazy at the sight of the group. your heart does a little flip, because standing right there, amongst her members, is minjeong.

she looks breathtaking. her icy blonde hair catches the lights just like your gown does, and her sharp, flawless features are impossible to ignore. but it’s her eyes that stop you in your tracks. because she’s not just glancing at you—no, she’s looking right at you. there’s something intense about her gaze, the way her eyes linger on you and then shift slightly, settling on woo seok’s arm, which is still resting casually around your back.

you freeze for a moment, heart racing. it’s not like she’s glaring or anything, but you can tell. there’s something simmering just beneath the surface, hidden behind her unreadable expression. her lips are pressed into a thin line, and even from this distance, you know she’s feeling something. something that probably isn’t good.

your mind starts racing, trying to figure out what she’s thinking, what she’s feeling. jealousy? maybe. frustration? definitely. you’re not sure, but you know it’s not the look of someone who’s loving this public display with woo seok.

you feel woo seok shift beside you, still blissfully unaware of the tension, and he leans in just slightly, giving the cameras another moment to snap. “ready to move on?” he asks, voice light and easy.

you blink, snapping back to the present. you’ve been staring for too long. the cameras are still on you, the crowd is still watching, and you can’t afford to break character. you plaster on that same flawless smile and nod, even though your mind is a mess. “yeah, let’s go,” you say, voice calm and controlled, even though your heart is hammering in your chest.

but as you and woo seok start to move down the carpet, you can’t help but glance back at minjeong one more time. she’s still watching. still standing there, looking like she’s got a million thoughts running through her head. thoughts that probably include how to deal with this whole scene later.

the night feels endless. you and woo seok stop for more photos, answer a few questions from the press, all while the weight of minjeong’s gaze sticks with you. you know she saw everything—the award, the speech, woo seok’s arm around you. and you can’t shake the feeling that when you see her later, there’s going to be something you’ll need to work through.

because as much as you’re putting on a show for everyone else, there’s no hiding from minjeong. she knows you too well.

the set is buzzing, lights hot on your face, the familiar chaotic energy of knowing bros filling the air. you’re seated next to woo seok. you lean back slightly in your chair, trying to shake off the nervous energy that comes with being on a show like this, especially knowing the kind of teasing you're about to get.

heechul, sitting across from you, gives you both a sly grin. “so, y/n,” he begins, dragging out your name, “everyone’s been talking about your chemistry with woo seok. i mean, you two look like you’re glued together half the time. you must be pretty close, huh?”

you smile, already bracing yourself for the wave of jokes that’s coming. "well, we are on set together almost every day," you say, glancing at woo seok. "you kind of have to get along, or it’d be a nightmare."

heechul raises his eyebrows. "oh, so you’re saying it’s all professional? just good co-workers? not even a tiny spark?"

woo seok jumps in before you can answer, smirking. "don’t let her fool you. y/n loves working with me. i bring the charm, the energy, the good vibes. who wouldn’t fall for all that?"

you roll your eyes dramatically. "yeah, okay, keep telling yourself that."

heechul cackles, sensing an opening. "ooooh, here we go. so, y/n, tell us—what’s really going on? rumors are flying, and we’ve gotta know: are you keeping woo seok in the friend zone, or is there something more?"

you can feel woo seok’s gaze on you, that playful look in his eyes, but you’re already used to this. it’s part of the game, part of the act you both put on for the cameras. you smile, shaking your head, starting to get annoyed at the continous attemptat trying to out you "sorry to disappoint, but we’re just friends. really."

"friends?!" heechul repeats dramatically, as if it’s the most shocking news he’s ever heard. "with that kind of chemistry? come on, y/n."

woo seok grins, leaning back in his chair. "see? even he doesn’t believe it."

you smirk, looking at woo seok. "well, maybe it’s because he doesn’t have to spend hours with you between takes, watching you trip over your own feet or forget your lines."

woo seok gasps in mock offense, clutching his chest. "wow. throwing me under the bus again, huh? and here i thought we were close."

you shrug, leaning into the banter. "hey, someone’s gotta keep you humble."

heechul’s eyes gleam as he leans in closer. "okay, so we’ve established that y/n’s not easily impressed, but woo seok, seriously—what’s it like working with the nation’s new sweetheart? you’re telling me there haven’t been any sparks?"

woo seok tilts his head, pretending to think about it, drawing out the silence for dramatic effect. "well… there have been some pretty intense moments on set, if you know what i mean."

you give him a playful shove, laughing. "oh my god, stop. we’re literally just acting."

heechul grins, clearly enjoying the back-and-forth. "acting, huh? sure doesn’t look like just acting to me. i’m telling you, you two are giving off some serious energy."

the set is alive with laughter, the hosts eating up every second of the playful tension between you and woo seok. it’s fun—easy, even—because you know how to play your part. but in the back of your mind, there's that quiet voice reminding you that someone else is watching. minjeong.

you keep the smile on your face, but the thought lingers. what is she thinking right now?

heechul shifts in his seat, sensing a change in energy. "alright, alright, we’ll let it slide for now, but mark my words—there’s something there. and when you two finally admit it, i’ll be the first to say i told you so."

the cameras cut to a commercial break, and you let out a small breath, relieved to have a moment to yourself. woo seok leans over, grinning. "you okay? you looked like you were about to roast me alive."

you laugh lightly, shaking your head. "nah, just trying to keep you grounded."

he chuckles, leaning back in his chair as the set crew scurries around, preparing for the next segment. but just as you’re about to relax, you feel your phone buzz in your pocket. instinctively, you pull it out and glance at the screen.

minjeong:you two looked really good together on screen today.

your stomach tightens. you stare at the message for a second too long, trying to gauge the tone. is she upset? sarcastic? you can never tell with texts like this.

"everything okay?" woo seok asks, noticing the sudden shift in your expression.

you quickly lock your phone, forcing a smile. "yeah, just… you know how it is."

he doesn’t press further, but you can feel his eyes on you as you slip the phone back into your pocket. great. the break ends, and you’re back on camera, smiling, laughing, playing the part like nothing’s wrong.

but minjeong’s message sticks with you. you know her well enough to realize there’s more behind those words than she let on. she’s definitely not happy.

you run through the rest of the show on autopilot, your mind half-present in the playful banter with the hosts, half-worrying about what’s waiting for you after. it’s not like minjeong has ever made a scene about your acting jobs before—she knows what your career involves. but this? the way you and woo seok are being portrayed, the teasing, the on-screen chemistry... it’s different. it’s public.

as soon as the cameras cut for the final time, you say your goodbyes to the hosts and make your way backstage. woo seok follows, still laughing about the last joke heechul made, but your mind is elsewhere. you quickly pull out your phone again, reading the message over and over.

you two looked really good together on screen today.

"are you sure you’re okay?" woo seok asks again, this time more serious, noticing the tension in your shoulders.

"yeah," you reply, your voice a little too light, too forced. "just tired."

he doesn’t push it, thankfully, and you head out, stepping into the cool night air. the ride back to your place feels longer than usual, the city lights passing in a blur. and as soon as you’re alone, you pull out your phone again.

you stare at minjeong’s message for a moment before typing back. thanks. it’s just for the show though, you know that, right?

her response comes almost immediately. sure, i know. just for the show.

but you can feel it, the unspoken tension, the way her words linger on the screen like a challenge. you can already tell that when you see her later, there’s going to be a conversation. maybe more than that.

just for the show. but with minjeong? nothing’s ever that simple.

you step into the apartment, as the door closes behind you, the excitement fizzles out, replaced by a heavy tension hanging in the air.

the apartment, usually warm and inviting, feels different tonight. colder. the soft glow of the tv is the only source of light in the room, casting shadows across the space. you can hear the low murmur of a rerun playing on the screen, and your stomach twists when you realize which one it is—tonight’s episode of knowing bros, the one where you had flirted with woo seok for the cameras, winked at him, laughed a little too easily for the sake of the show. it was all harmless, part of the job. but now, seeing the episode again, you feel the weight of what’s coming.

minjeong is on the couch, her legs stretched out, her lean frame tense, even though she’s pretending to be relaxed. her arms are crossed tightly over her chest, and her sharp jaw is clenched. she doesn’t even glance your way when you enter, her eyes glued to the screen, but you know she heard you. she always hears you. her icy blonde hair, slightly disheveled, falls over her eyes, casting shadows on her already sharp features. the aura surrounding her is unmistakable—minjeong is sulking, and it’s because of what she saw.

you set your bag down quietly, trying not to disturb the tense silence any more than necessary. the weight in your chest grows heavier as you take a few steps toward her. “hey, baby,” you say softly, testing the waters, hoping to break through that wall she’s put up.

“hey,” she mutters back, her voice flat and distant. no glance in your direction, no smile. just the tv, and that damn scene where you’re teasing woo seok playing on a loop.

you watch her for a moment, taking in the stiffness in her posture, the way her knuckles are white from how tightly she’s gripping her arms. usually, she’d pull you in for a hug the second you walked through the door, maybe tease you about how your day went. but not tonight. tonight, she’s locked herself in that stubborn, jealous shell of hers, and getting her out of it is going to take more than a simple apology.

you sit down next to her on the couch, the space between you feeling like miles. minjeong still doesn’t look at you, her eyes glued to the screen as the scene plays out. you can hear your own voice coming through the speakers—flirty, teasing, the kind of voice you use when you’re trying to sell chemistry for the cameras. on screen, you’re laughing with woo seok, winking at him, leaning into the banter like you’re having the time of your life.

you can feel minjeong’s mood shift with every second that passes. the tension radiating off her is almost palpable, and even though she hasn’t said a word about it yet, you know exactly what’s going on in her head. you’ve seen this side of her before—the possessive, quietly brooding minjeong who doesn’t like sharing you with anyone, not even for the sake of work.

“minjeong,” you say softly, leaning in a little closer, testing the waters. “you know it’s just for the cameras, right? it didn’t mean anything.”

she doesn’t respond at first, her gaze still fixed on the tv as your on-screen self giggles at something woo seok says. her jaw tightens, and she lets out a quiet huff. “i know,” she mutters, her voice clipped. “doesn’t mean i liked it.”

you sigh, moving a little closer, until your thigh is pressed against hers. her body is warm, but there’s a chill in the way she’s shutting you out. you reach out hesitantly, placing your hand on her forearm, but she doesn’t relax under your touch. “baby, come on,” you say gently, trying to coax her out of her mood. “it’s just acting. you know you’re the one i come home to.”

finally, minjeong turns her head to look at you, her sharp eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that sends a shiver down your spine. her expression is a mix of jealousy and frustration, though she’s trying hard to mask it under her usual calm demeanor. “it’s not about that,” she says quietly, her voice rougher than usual. “it’s just… watching you flirt with him like that, hearing everyone laugh like they believe it… i didn’t like it.”

there’s an edge to her voice that makes your heart ache. you know minjeong isn’t the type to voice her insecurities often. she’s always been the confident one, the one who stays cool under pressure. but right now, you can see the cracks in her facade, the vulnerability she tries so hard to hide.

“minjeong,” you whisper, leaning in closer until your faces are only inches apart. “you don’t have to be jealous. it’s just work. you’re the only one i’d ever look at like that for real.”

her eyes narrow slightly, and she huffs again, though this time it’s more out of frustration than anger. “yeah, well,” she mutters, her voice softening just a fraction. “doesn’t mean i want to see you doing it, even if it’s fake.”

before you can respond, minjeong moves, her strong hands finding your waist as she pulls you smoothly into her lap. you let out a surprised gasp, but you don’t resist, settling onto her thighs with your legs straddling her. her hands grip your waist firmly, possessively, as if she needs to physically remind you that you’re hers.

“look at me,” you say softly, cupping her face with both hands, forcing her to meet your gaze. her eyes flicker with something unreadable—frustration, jealousy, maybe even a little insecurity—but you don’t look away. “it’s just us now. no cameras, no acting. just me and you.”

minjeong’s grip tightens slightly, her gaze still intense as she studies your face. “you know i don’t like sharing,” she mutters, her voice low, almost growling. “even if it’s just for show.”

you lean in, pressing your forehead against hers, your lips barely brushing hers as you whisper, “you don’t have to share. i’m all yours. always.”

her breath hitches slightly at your words, and you feel her muscles start to relax under your touch. her hands slide up your sides, her fingers pressing into your skin possessively, and you can feel the last remnants of her frustration melting away.

“damn right, you are,” she mutters, her lips brushing against yours as she speaks.

you smile softly, pressing a kiss to the corner of her mouth. “no more sulking, okay?” you tease, though your voice is gentle.

she huffs, rolling her eyes, but there’s no real bite behind it. “fine,” she mutters, her hands still firmly gripping your waist. “just… don’t do that again.”

you laugh softly, kissing her again, this time on the lips. “only you, baby. i promise.”

minjeong sighs, finally relaxing fully into your embrace, her arms wrapping around you tightly as she pulls you even closer. the tension between you fades completely, replaced by the quiet comfort of being together. you rest your head against her shoulder, feeling her heartbeat slow as she holds you, the weight of her jealousy slipping away.

“you’re so possessive,” you murmur, a smile tugging at your lips as you rest in her arms.

minjeong hums, her voice low and satisfied. “only when it comes to you.”

[dollyoons]

𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐒.

━━ 𝓌𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘪𝘯 𓈒𓈒𓈒 𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗌𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝗇𝖽 𖥔 𝖻𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗌𝗍 𝖿! 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗑 𝗄𝗂𝗆 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗃𝖾𝗈𝗇𝗀 ౨ৎ 𝖻𝖺𝗇𝖽! 𝖺𝗎 𝗆𝗎𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗅 𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿2𝗅 ┊ 𝓌𝘢𝘳𝘯. 𝗇𝗈𝗇𝖾 (??)

𝒏𝐨𝐭𝐞. wowow first fic on this acc ^^ hope you all enjoy <3 i luv bea and winter :D ++ likes and reblogs are greatly appreciated ^O^

WINTER WAS UNBELIEVABLY IN LOVE WITH YOU. 

Everything about you was perfect, head to toe. Your face, your smile, your body, everything. She loves everything about you, and she can't help but feel as though she falls more and more for you everyday. 

The way you ran your hands through your hair when you were stressed, the soft cadence of your voice, and, most of all, the way you played your bass—it was almost unfair. The way you handled the instrument, the way your fingers danced over the strings with practiced ease, mesmerized her. She thought it was ironic how you played effortlessly, yet you were the one making her feel like a tangled mess of nerves and feelings.

How she wishes she could just date you. 

She wanted to know so badly if you had felt the same, but her heart and mind were clashing. Part of her wanted to confess, but the second half said otherwise. The fear of losing the natural friendship you two built up over the years worried her, not to mention having to face you nearly everyday for practices. 

But sure enough, her feelings were getting painfully obvious. The silence when you came around was deafening, as if something had shifted in your life long friendship. Her not-so-discreet glances when she thinks you're too focused on a conversation with a bandmate. You were well aware of her feelings, after hearing confirmation from Ningning, but you wanted her just as bad. 

The way Winter would so casually walk up behind you and rest her head on your shoulder, the way her smile lingered a little longer when you caught her staring, and the way she sang on stage—it was alluring. She had you wrapped around her finger, but she didn't know it. 

Not until tonight, at least. It was another practice that ended late at night, and you decided to stay back as the others filtered out. You catch Ningning giving you a knowing look as she walks out, as if she was convincing you to fess up. 

“Hurry, before she leaves.” Ningning whispers, a playful expression painting her face. You hum in response, pretending that you didn't hear a word she said. You say your goodbyes as you ultimately decide to stay back. 

Once Ningning leaves, your gaze automatically goes back to Winter. She sat at the end of the stage, her guitar resting across her lap. God, she's gorgeous you thought. 

“Hey,” you said, walking over to her. 

She looked up, startled, and quickly set her guitar aside. “Hey,” she said, her voice quieter than usual.  

“Why are you still here?” you asked, sitting down beside her.  

“I could ask you the same thing,” she said with a small smile.  

You shrugged, leaning back on your hands. “Thought I’d hang around for a bit. Plus, you look like you’ve got something on your mind.”  

Winter hesitated, her fingers playing with the hem of her sweater. “I guess I do,” she admitted. “Just...stuff.”  

You raised an eyebrow. “Stuff? That’s vague.”  

She laughed softly, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Yeah, well, it’s complicated.”  

You studied her for a moment, then decided to take a chance. “You know you can tell me anything, right?”  

Her gaze flicked to yours, and for a moment, the air between you felt heavy, charged with something unspoken.  

“I know,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.  

You waited, giving her space to continue, but when she didn’t, you decided to take the leap yourself.  

“Winter,” you said, your tone gentle but firm, “I know.”  

She blinked, her eyes widening. “Know what?”  

You smiled softly. “About how you feel. Ningning might’ve let it slip.”  

Her face turned bright red, and she looked away, her hands gripping the edge of the stage. “Oh my God,” she muttered. “I’m going to kill her.”  

“Don’t,” you said with a laugh. “She did me a favor.”  

Winter turned back to you, confusion written all over her face. “What do you mean?”  

“I mean…” You took a deep breath, your heart pounding. “I feel the same way.”  

Her jaw dropped slightly, and for a moment, she just stared at you, like she couldn’t quite believe what she was hearing.  

“You do?” she finally managed to say.  

You nodded, your smile growing. “Yeah. And honestly, I’ve been waiting for you to say something. But since you didn’t, I figured I’d take matters into my own hands.”  

Winter let out a shaky laugh, her eyes shining with a mix of relief and disbelief. “I can’t believe this,” she said. “I thought I was imagining things.”  

“You weren’t,” you said softly. “And now that it’s out in the open…what do you say we stop dancing around it and go on an actual date?”  

Winter’s smile was the brightest you’d ever seen it, and she nodded, her excitement impossible to hide. “Yeah,” she said, her voice trembling slightly. “I’d like that.”  

[kissies4jiwon]

🗑️ dumpster dive, winter x f!reader smau

a social media smau.

synopsis : after getting drunk and attending your boyfriend's party you find him hitting on one of your friends. after crying for a bit, you decide to sleep next to his trash can in the back of his house. little did you know now there are rumors of you being homeless and broke, and some people think you were thrown by your boyfriend in the dumpster. one of these people is winter, and she is determined to treat you better than that scum.

genre : highschool setting, strangers to lovers.

warnings : swearing, spelling mistakes, ignore timestamps

status : ongoing, no update schedule

taglist (OPEN) : @gtfoiydlyj @yeetaberry127 @hearts4jiheon @sixflame438 @saysirhc @222brainrot @ringelar

FEATURING

-> profiles . . . thats on gang (yns) | bad bitch number (winter)

ACT ONE : im turning lesbian

01. tomadachi life

02. i regret everything

03. you’re overreacting

04. mistakes were made

05. chill i dont want you😂

06. SHES MINE

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[jenscx]

[BONUS] CRUSH — girlfriend life

masterlist

a/n: sorry… kinda missed them… 😞😞

TAGS ! @rosiehrs @ky-yk @elyds @nasyu-kookies @silantryoo @hsyvers @cwpiqwon @justme-idle @tocupid @bzeus28 @yerisdumbass @chocorenchin @blue4hour @brocoliisscared @neuftaeng @jisooftme @chaerybae @pandafuriosa60

[simply-wlw-kpopstan]

1. She's back

masterlist | next

[douqhnxtss]

Long Chat (#♥︎) :: k.mj smau

(#fourteen) :: #brokebitchcore

warnings :: profanity, minjeong tweaking fr, hyuck WILDING (for now), hyuck n mark 🤧, typos (idk maybe there are maybe there arent), more kira stuff u know by now

ᯓ✦ minjeong's side

ᯓ✦ heeseul's side

previous ♡ masterlist ♡ fifteen

|| universe!

note :: I also wanna visit sm on a random idk wednesday😭 me 🤝 karina like I be serving #brokebitchcore 25/127!!!!!! Stream all songs by twice<33

[sancrevm]

profile two — IM FEARLESS YA

y/n : 02 liner, constantly in denial about her sexuality but it’s obvious to everyone she’s gay as shit, she’s kinda dumb i’m sorry

chaewon : 00 liner, makes fun of her members but only she can be mean to them, very harmless and is honestly just here to protect her children

sakura : 98 liner, tired mom, loves the gossip, is basically the groups therapist and tries to help y/n in her love life ( you’re a bit hopeless though ngl )

yunjin : 01 liner, y/n’s second best friend, is the biggest y/n and winter shipper, is very much here for the gossip like sakura

kazuha : 03 liner, just wants her breadsticks, almost never messages in the gc and is always asleep, just living her life tbh

eunchae : 06 liner, the biggest y/n protector !! very much doesn’t like winter for how she treated you, is obviously the youngest but you’re her baby end of story

taglist @xszn @wintersgff @shuatic @shinunoga-iie-wa

if you asked to be tagged and aren’t it’s because i couldn’t tag you for some reason ):

[laurentpark]

don’t tell my boyfriend! — yoo jimin

been thinking of you, every time i screw him.

synopsis. where jimin stalks her boyfriend’s ex-girlfriend after a certain incident happened and couldn’t help but grow hatred over her. coincidentally, her and jimin happen to be global ambassadors of the same famous luxury brand and have to work together for a commercial. at first, jimin despised the girl with all her flesh and bones but soon understands why her boyfriend fell for the young actress in the first place… because she was starting to fall for the young actress as well.

pairing. yoo jimin x female reader

genre. smau. drama. rom-com. angst

status. on-going

warnings. cheating. dark humor. toxic behavior. jealousy issues. use of alcohol, cigars, and substances. more when the story progresses but i assure you trigger warnings will be placed before the chapters.

credits to @espressoe for the banner.

profiles. aesgals. onlyfriends.

— CHAPTERS!

00. prologue

01. the rebound

02. the ex-girlfriend

03. team y/n

04. better than me (mostly written)

05. a lovers quarrel

06. hurt

07. losing it

08. nurse she’s out again

09. y/n’s best (tw)

10. nice to meet you (mostly written)

11. holy. fuck

12. an unexpected bond (fully written)

13. ptotd (plot twist of the decade)

tags [closed]. @xen248 @thefckghost @yunalvrrr @yeetaberry127 @lisaswifey @gtfoiydlyj @seunghancore @jeindall777 @multiliker @hyejin67 @1luvkarina @cwpiqwon @sunshinez4 @yoontoonwhs

[jsxjmn]

Mom doesn’t know about this

— kim minjeong x fem reader!

SYNOPSIS: jessica and taeyeon are strong business rivals who despise each other. what would happen if they found out that their daughters are dating?

PAIRING: aespa winter x female reader

GENRE: fluff, angst (?)

jung | kim | accomplice

one

two

three

four

five

six

seven

eight

nine

ten - fin.

Note: this is a fan fiction, don’t take seriously!

Tags (open) : @cwpiqwon @saysirhc @yeetaberry127 @bunnywonyo

[hearts4jiheon]

LOVE RADAR ft. Kim Minjeong

basically your celebrity crush hates you, that’s all!

PAIRING: soloist!reader x idol!winter (wlw)

FEAT: aespa, loona, artms, newjeans, ive & more

STATUS: ongoing

UPDATES: saturdays (hiatus)

STARTED: 21.10.24 (whiplash release)

ENDED: ???

WARNING: vulgar language, this au is during armageddon era, sentive jokes, sensitive topics, nepotism, stalking (dispatch), fake dating etc.

CHAPTERS & PROFILES

౨ৎ alcoholism victims — hot messes

01. — restraining orders (half written)

02. — MOTHERFUCKING Y/N. (half written)

03. — alive and well

04. — reconnecting with nature

05. — 300 boxes

& more…

TAGLIST (open)

@sixflame438 @gtfoiydlyj @saysirhc @yeetaberry127 @kissies4jiwon @myouiiiiiiii @kimminjiissosjdirbidnsjje @spidrgamer @gigislovergirl @angelixstorm @douqhnxtss

[lascvitae]

for certain.

a yu jimin x reader smau.

sypnosis. jimin, an upcoming star, accidentally finds her new crush, y/n, through a competitive overwatch match. though fueled by her rage for the gameplay, jimin finds herself falling for the girl. whether there be consequences or not, jimin always gets what she wants.

pairing. yu jimin x reader

status. on-going

warnings. profanity, dark humor, drug use, anger issues, suggestive themes/jokes, toxic/manipulative behavior? friendly bullying, use of aave, ignore the times on tweets. (more to be added)

notice. adjustments have been made to sakura & yves’ ages in the series.

i want you, to make you my girlfriend.

PROFILES. da overwatch league. asspa.

CHAPTERS.

000. who the fuck is aespa?

001. L rizz

002. don’t speak of jaehyun

003. SHRIMP BALLIN 🦐🏀🔥 (half written)

004. god i hate lesbians

005. thirst trap final boss

006. nice 👍

007. party city ass wig

008. #thinking

009. home of foe bick [part 1] [part 2]

010. the keeho straight era is upon us (half written)

011. nah

012. more of a biohazard

013. t-mobile count ur days.

014. serious case of gay face

015. stray kids type shit 🥶🥶

016. evil gay bitch

017. 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 ❤️👅

taglist (open) — @saysirhc @tzuyusdoughnut @1luvkarina @computergbf @kyakpack @rinapomu @vrtualstar @nwjnsloona @womanl0ver @c-yerim @yeetaberry127

[baelabong]

ᴛᴀᴍɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴏʀᴍ - rooftop calm

(ʜᴏᴛʜᴇᴀᴅᴇᴅ ᴍɪɴᴊᴇᴏɴɢ x ꜰᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ᴏɴᴇꜱʜᴏᴛ ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ)

Plot: minjeong doesnt like getting told off, y/n likes telling minjeong off

Notes: just a little part in mj and y/n’s story

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As Minjeong sat in class, trying to focus on the lesson, she could feel the irritation building inside her. The teacher was droning on, completely oblivious to the fact that half the class had already checked out, including her. She could barely concentrate as it was, and the teacher's monotonous voice wasn't helping.

But then, the teacher called on her. "Minjeong, care to answer the question?"

She blinked, not having a clue what the question was. She hadn't been paying attention. "I... I'm sorry, could you repeat that?"

The teacher sighed, exasperation clear in their tone. "This is exactly what I'm talking about, Minjeong. You need to start taking your education seriously. Your grades have been slipping, and it’s like you’re not even trying."

Minjeong's jaw clenched. It wasn’t like she didn’t care, but the way the teacher was speaking to her, as if she was some lost cause, hit a nerve. "I do try," she retorted, her voice cold. "But maybe if your lessons were more engaging, I'd actually care about what you're saying."

The teacher’s eyes narrowed. "Excuse me? You think this is my fault? You’re the one who needs to put in the effort. If you can’t keep up, maybe you should consider whether you belong in this class at all."

The words felt like a slap in the face, and Minjeong could feel her temper flaring, her control slipping. "Maybe if you weren’t so focused on belittling students, they'd actually want to learn from you!" she shot back, her voice rising.

The classroom fell silent, every eye now on her, but she didn’t care. The teacher's face turned a deep shade of red, their composure cracking. "That’s enough, Minjeong. If you don’t change your attitude, you’ll be looking at detention. I suggest you watch your mouth before you dig yourself into a hole you can’t get out of."

Minjeong could feel the heat rising in her cheeks, her anger reaching its peak. She wanted to say something more, to really let loose, but she knew that if she didn’t leave now, she’d end up in even bigger trouble. So instead, she pushed herself up from her seat, her chair scraping loudly against the floor. "I’m done here," she muttered, turning on her heel and storming out of the classroom without waiting for permission.

The door slammed behind her, and she heard the murmurs start up as soon as she was gone, but she didn’t care. All she could focus on was the fire in her chest, the frustration boiling over as she stormed down the hall, her fists clenched and her mind racing with all the things she wished she’d said.

She storms up to the school rooftop, her fists clenched and her mind racing with anger. The door to the rooftop slams open, and she strides to the ledge, barely noticing the city sprawling out beneath her. Her chest heaves with each breath as she replays the argument in her head, thinking of all the comebacks she wished she’d thrown at the teacher.

A few minutes later, Y/N quietly follows her up to the rooftop. Despite being the shorter and meeker-looking one between the two, Y/N steps forward with confidence, knowing exactly how to handle her fiery girlfriend. When Minjeong hears the door open again, she turns sharply, her glare immediately falling on Y/N.

“What do you want?” Minjeong snaps, her voice still laced with anger. “You’re not going to lecture me too, are you? Because I’m not in the mood for any of that right now.”

Y/N raises an eyebrow, completely unfazed. “What, so now you’re taking your anger out on me? Real mature, Minjeong.”

Minjeong scoffs, crossing her arms defensively. “Maybe I am. You don’t get it, Y/N. You weren’t there. That teacher—”

“Enough,” Y/N interrupts, her voice calm but firm. Despite her smaller stature, there’s an undeniable authority in her tone that makes Minjeong pause. “You’re upset, I get it. But don’t take it out on me. I’m not your punching bag.”

Minjeong opens her mouth to argue but then closes it, the heat in her glare faltering under Y/N’s steady gaze. Y/N steps closer, not backing down even as Minjeong towers over her.

“Now, are you going to keep acting tough, or are you actually going to talk to me?” Y/N asks, her tone softer now but still carrying that unyielding edge.

Minjeong clenches her jaw, feeling a mix of frustration and something else—something that makes her heart beat a little faster. She looks away, unable to hold Y/N’s gaze any longer. “Fine. Just… fine.”

Satisfied, Y/N plops down beside her on the ledge, their height difference making the contrast between them even more apparent. Without saying anything, Y/N pulls out a cold drink from her bag and hands it to Minjeong.

"Here," Y/N says, her teasing tone returning. "Maybe this’ll cool you down."

Minjeong hesitates, then takes the drink with a huff, though she avoids looking directly at Y/N. “Still mad, huh?” Y/N continues, leaning back on her palms. “Stop being such a baby.”

Minjeong shoots Y/N a sharp look. “I’m not being a baby! You didn’t hear what he said to me! He was completely unfair—”

“Yeah, yeah,” Y/N interrupts again, waving her hand dismissively. “I get it. But seriously, you need to stop sulking.”

Minjeong groans, taking a long sip of the drink to keep from snapping back. They sit in silence for a few moments, with only the sounds of the city below filling the air. Slowly, Minjeong’s anger starts to ebb away, leaving her feeling tired and drained.

She sighs, leaning her head against Y/N’s shoulder. “Let’s just leave school early,” she murmurs, her voice losing its edge. “I can’t go back in there. Not today.”

Y/N glances at her, seeing the tough exterior that Minjeong usually wears so well starting to crack. For a moment, Y/N feels a pang of sympathy, but she quickly pushes it aside. Shaking her head, she tightens her grip on Minjeong’s hand.

“Nope,” Y/N says firmly. “We’re not skipping. You’re going to face this head-on.”

Minjeong whines, burying her face in Y/N’s shoulder. “But Y/N, please… I really don’t want to go back in there.”

Y/N sighs but doesn’t budge. “Stop whining. I’m not letting you run away just because you’re upset. Plus I have class too silly. We’ll go back together after you’ve calmed down.”

Minjeong pouts, her tough exterior fully crumbling as she snuggles closer to Y/N. “You’re so mean,” she mumbles, her voice muffled.

Y/N chuckles, wrapping an arm around her. “Yeah, but you love me anyway.”

They sit in comfortable silence for a while longer, with Y/N’s steady presence helping Minjeong calm down completely. Finally, Minjeong lets out a long, resigned sigh.

“Fine, you win,” she concedes, though there’s a hint of a smile in her voice now. “But if that teacher says anything else, I’m not holding back.”

Y/N grins, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of Minjeong’s head. “Deal. But no more running away, okay?”

“Okay,” Minjeong agrees softly, feeling a sense of relief wash over her. “One more lecture though and he’ll actually-“

“Nuh uh baby, just hush”, y/n cuts her off

[aedollie]

INDELIBLE ───────── K.MJ

enemy!kim minjeong x fem!reader

༝ desperate for love again, yn seeks her friends to help her with finding it, leading her to have an anonymous contact. what happens when the anonymous sender is non other than kim minjeong, whom she hates?

GENRE social media au , friends to enemies to lovers , wlw romcom , kesbian lissing , mostly crack , tweets , more to be added ..

WARNINGS kms/kys jokes , suggestive content , friendly bullying , yn might make yall mad , use of aave

STATUS ongoing

TAGLIST open!

CHAPTERS

yn & friends | minjeong & friends

intro.

chap 1. (this isn’t about twitter) chap 2. fit check

chap 3. this was a set up. chap 4. its time to find a wife!!!

chap 5. its giving MESSY chap 6.

chap 7. chap 8.

tba

©𝑎𝑒𝑑𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑒

[kissies4jiwon]

yns gangy, 00

yn — shes very loud and obnoxious the only reason she got popular is because she literally will talk to anyone she finds in the halls if none of her friends are present. although she can be money hungry, once she got 10 dollars from a grandma wanting to keep their data safe and she just took and didnt say her bio was a joke.

yuna — yn's twin!! basically the same person, but yuna can be more clingy. yuna met everyone because of yn, and she always clings to them ever since they met.

yunjin — has beef with almost every man in the school because she told heeseung (the andrew tate of the school) to kill himself. other than that yunjin is kind to everyone else. shes also known for her confidence and if you insult her you will definitely get your ass beat.

julie — the absent wine mom of the group. julie met yunjin first then got introduced to the rest of the group. she’s very chill and is the only one who actually has morals.

dumpster dive .

masterlist

everyone goes to the same highschool

all of them are the weird popular kids

idek what else i think its pretty straightforward

synopsis : after getting drunk and attending your boyfriend's party you find him hitting on one of your friends. after crying for a bit, you decide to sleep next to his trash can in the back of his house. little did you know now there are rumors of you being homeless and broke, and some people think you were thrown by your boyfriend in the dumpster. one of these people is winter, and she is determined to treat you better than that scum.

authors notes : uhmm hope theres no mistakes i actually had to re-do yunjis profile bc it just said “name” instead of yunjin😭😭

[baekwrld]

THE CHEESE TOUCH

pairing: kim minjeong x fem!reader

genre: smau, crack, fluff, strangers to lovers, slice of life

featuring: aespa, ive’s yujin, txt’s yeonjun and soobin, nct’s haechan and mark, enhypen’s jake and heeseung, boynextdoor’s jaehyun, riize’s sohee, and nmixx’s lily

warnings: profanity, drug and alcohol use, kys jokes, gay angst, mentions of sex + sex jokes, mentions of toxic relationships, chuck e. cheese, this is very self indulgent

synopsis: desperately seeking employment, broke college dropout y/n l/n accepts a job at a chuck e. cheese run almost entirely by similarly incompetent friends of friends. upon learning that her coworker is part of a popular local band, y/n attends one of their shows in support of her new friend—only to find herself tangled in a dating rumor with their guitarist, kim minjeong.

taglist open

ᘛ⁐ᕐᐷ ᘛ⁐ᕐᐷ ᘛ⁐ᕐᐷ ᘛ⁐ᕐᐷ ᘛ⁐ᕐᐷ ᘛ⁐ᕐᐷ ᘛ⁐ᕐᐷ

profiles 1 | profiles 2

01. end of unemployment

02. new girl

03. coworker music

04.

05.

[simply-wlw-kpopstan]

5. Talking

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