#NEWJEANS

[yerimbrit]

here's the mistletoe (so go on and kiss me twice) : p. hanni

synopsis: it's last minute christmas decorating with your friends, and, as always, anything and everything is an opportunity for you to tease your girlfriend.

# : pairing ! nonidol!pham hanni x fem!reader

# : tags ! fluff fluff and more fluff, would you like a side of fluff with your order of fluff? yeah?, christmas decorating, short jokes (directed at hanni wbk), ft newjeans

# : wordcount ! 1.5k

# : warnings ! none

for the first time ever in the two years that you've been living with each other, all members of your friend group are home for christmas. obviously, you guys want to make it special, right? decorating the moment it hits midnight on the first of the jolly month?

...except everyone's been busy with finals and whatnot, and the only day that all six of you are free is the 23rd. two days before christmas, and a day before christmas eve.

early this morning, minji and haerin went out to go buy a tree. and you'll give it to them, it's a damn pretty looking tree. it leaves just enough room to spare for the topper to breathe, and it's body is the ideal shape for a christmas tree—like the ones you'd see on those holiday cards. putting those two on tree-hunting duty was a good idea, even if they were decided from losing a game of slapjack.

(that day still gives you the shivers. the air around haerin as she chose her victim to accompany her on her expedition was absolutely chilling.)

the rest of the jobs were decided by first come, first served. unfortunately, danielle and hyein called dibs on baking all of the sweet treats and pastries for the party, so that left you and hanni for decorations.

look, you love hanni. she's a wonderful friend and an even lovelier girlfriend. it's just... you know, with all the decorating... how are you supposed to resist making short jokes targeted towards her when everything gives you a chance to? and that's exactly how your trip to home depot went. every other aisle would have you lightly teasing your vertically challenged girlfriend, and every other aisle would have her scolding you or landing a half-hearted punch on your shoulder. ouch.

"you guys sure are late," hyein jokingly crosses her arms upon your arrival. her mask breaks almost immediately, and she has to stifle a giggle. there's spots of flour on her face, and danielle, who is beaming next to her, has pink frosting smeared on her cheek. looks like their baking session went a little haywire.

hanni huffs, swinging a horridly orange home depot branded bag over her shoulder to set down next to the freshly installed tree. "do you know how crowded home depot is on christmas eve eve?"

"must've been hard reaching for the last box of ornaments," minji snorts, leaning over from her spot on the couch to try to peek inside the reusable bag. hanni swats her hand away and proceeds to point and laugh at the ugly christmas sweater that the taller has donned.

you giggle at their interaction before placing the rest of the orange bags next to the one hanni put down and make a beeline to the open kitchen, where a tray of warm and decorated cookies lay. there's a broken snowflake-shaped cookie with unsightly neon turquoise frosting pasted messily on top, and you decide to put it out of its misery by plopping it in your mouth. "mmh, warm, buttery, and sweet. as expected, you two."

the baker pair share a proud look and a fistbump, and then a voice sounds out from right beside you alongside a crunch. "these are good."

startled, you look to your right and haerin's staring right at you with a gingerbread man—headless, because she bit off its head—pinched in a hold between her pointer and her thumb. you press a hand to your heart, "when did you get here!?"

she ignores your question, instead walking away to peer into the products you and hanni reaped from the warehouse. if you listened closely, you could hear the feline quietly hum the home depot theme song. unbelievable.

minji tries to start something, likely about how haerin got to look before she did, but danielle interrupts before she can even let a second word of complaint escape her lips. "let's get decorating!"

with the sunshine's interruption, the group breaks into laughter and minji takes the three orange bags to the dining table where their contents can be spilled out. ornaments, string lights in both tacky rainbow colors and the neat white ones, and other little trinkets and decorations—you really just grabbed everything that was left, not that it was a bad thing! it's just... really random compared to everything else.

"whoever's last has to decorate the tree," danielle calls out, a small smile settling on her face, and she places her finger on the tip of her nose, "not it!"

you got caught off-guard, and that ultimately leaves you as the last one standing. even haerin's in on it, the little devil—she's developing her own characteristic shit-eating grin and it's starting to piss you off.

"you're out, y/n," minji laughs, and her eyes subtly snap between you and hanni, "pick someone to work with you."

your gaze trails over to your girlfriend, who frantically shakes her head in distress. 'no,' she signals with her eyes, 'please don't pick me.'

hyein waves a swaying hand in front of you, a teasing glint in her eyes, "don't take too long picking, unnie, or else the beautiful tree they picked will be all for naught!"

well, you didn't have to be told twice. "hanni."

"nooooo!"

"i can't believe you chose me. i mean, couldn't you tell i didn't want to be picked? my own girlfriend betraying me, how could you?" the shorter girl grumbles, handing you an ornament to hang on a higher section of the tree. the two of you have worked through almost all of it after hanging four sets of string lights, two multicolored, two white.

"it's not that bad, han," you chuckle, expertly looping the red ornament's string around a branch. the leaves brush against your skin and it's electrifying—in a good way, of course. "besides, this way you don't have to complain about what kind of placement minji or hyein decided on, yeah? plus, you're the perfect height to reach those bottom branches."

hanni gasps in offense, her jaw dropped. "i'm not that short!" and she hands you the last ornament to hang: an otter with a santa hat.

you grin, taking it from her hand and pointing at the small plush, "this one looks like you."

"really?" she furrows her eyebrows.

you hold it up next to her face for comparison. "definitely."

after putting the otter plush in an empty-looking spot in the middle of the tree, you pick up a star topper and present it to your girlfriend, who looks at you with a deadpan stare. "you're not actually asking me to put it on, are you?"

"i'm deadass," you smile, "take it, i'll help you up."

hanni stares at you for a bit longer, as if she were waiting for you to break your expression and claim that it was a joke. unfortunately for her, you don't, only pushing the topper into her hands. "how are we even going to—ah, what the hell!"

you've gone and easily lifted your girlfriend up by the waist, just enough so that she could reach the top of the tree. she squirms in your hold, and you giggle at her struggle. "hurry up, han!"

"okay, okay! move forward a little, will you?"

with your help, hanni manages to perfectly place the star on top of the tree and returning her to the ground earns you a satisfied hum and a hug, which you reciprocate. out of character, but not unwelcome.

now done with the tree, you can finally look around to your surroundings where the entire house has been christmasified: string lights, plushies with santa hats, a winter village on the windowsill on top of a white cloth resembling snow, and a train track on another windowsill. there's shuffling from below you, and you lock eyes with haerin who gradually rises from her brief squatting position on the ground. a smirk slowly takes over your face. hanni tilts her head in confusion.

the feline stands on her tiptoes to dangle the mistletoe above you and hanni's heads, and once the smaller girl realizes what the plant was, her face explodes into a multitude of reds and pinks.

the others, witnessing this scene unfold, start chanting and playfully raising their fists. "kiss! kiss! kiss!"

you press your forehead against your girlfriend's. "looks like we have no choice but to kiss, hanni."

her eyes soften. "you're saying it like it's a chore."

you shake your head slightly in disbelief, scoffing. "i'm just saying, it's an honor to ki-"

before you could finish your sentence, you feel the fabric of your shirt get tugged forward, and soon you feel a soft pair of lips pressed against your own. the kiss is soothing but exciting, and you lean into the familiar warmth. nothing else mattered in that moment, all you can focus on is the way she tastes like mint—it's only a bit embarrassing that you might taste like the sweet buttercream cookie that you had earlier.

a burst of cheers erupt from around you, causing you to break away from the kiss. but you don't pay any mind to the others—instead, you pull hanni closer into an affectionate hug. you lean forward to brush your lips across her ear, smiling at how quickly it turns red from her blush.

"merry christmas, han."

hanni buries her face into your shoulder. "merry christmas, y/n."

a/n : MERRY CHRISTMAS it's still technically christmas for me so i'm not late I SWEAR ok i know that I said i wouldn't write any more fluff but that was a lie... i would be a devil if i ruined the holiday spirit with angst happy holidays!!

[shuxiii]

yn: stay home— pham hanni

hanni pham x reader! established relationship

synopsis: yn had been wanting to go out for the night after a week of stressful office work so she decided to attend a friends party but it seemed like someone was begrudgingly opposed to that idea so hanni decided to make matters to her own hands to sabotage that.

The apartment was buzzing with the faint hum of weekend energy—the muted bassline of distant music, muffled voices echoing from the street below. yn stood in front of the mirror, turning this way and that, appraising her outfit with the critical eye of someone who hadn’t been to a proper party in ages. A fitted black top and her favourite pair of jeans—it wasn’t revolutionary, but it was reliable.

“You’re really going out,” Hanni���s voice cut through the room, flat and unimpressed.

yn glanced over her shoulder to find Hanni sprawled across their shared bed, her face half-buried in the pillow, dark hair sticking out in every possible direction. She looked utterly at home, her oversized hoodie swallowing her frame, and her legs tucked up like she had no intention of moving for the rest of her life.

“Yes, I’m going out,” yn replied, turning back to the mirror to adjust the collar of her top. “It’s just a party, Han. I won’t be gone long.”

Hanni made a sound—a cross between a groan and a sigh—that was so dramatic it would have put a soap opera actress to shame. “You’re abandoning me.”

“Don’t be a baby,” yn said, rolling her eyes but unable to suppress a smile. “You’ll survive a few hours without me.”

“No, I won’t,” Hanni shot back, her voice muffled by the pillow. Then, suddenly, she sat up, her dark eyes narrowing like a cat spotting its prey. “In fact, I don’t think you’ll survive without me.”

yn didn’t even have time to react before Hanni launched herself off the bed with a speed and precision that could only be described as terrifyingly athletic.

“Wait—Hanni, no—”

But it was too late. Hanni tackled her mid-sentence, her arms wrapping around yn’s waist as they both toppled backward onto the bed. The impact sent the neatly folded pile of clothes on the edge of the mattress tumbling to the floor.

“Hanni!” yn protested, her voice high-pitched with a mix of laughter and exasperation.

“You’re not going!” Hanni declared, pinning yn beneath her with the determination of someone who’d just decided to stage a sit-in. “I forbid it.”

“Oh, you forbid it?” yn shot back, arching an eyebrow as she tried—and failed—to wiggle free. “And what exactly gives you the authority to forbid anything?”

Hanni grinned down at her, unrepentant. “I’m your girlfriend, duh. That’s, like, my whole job.”

“Your job is to support me, not tackle me like a linebacker.”

Hanni gasped, feigning offense. “I am supporting you! I’m supporting you by saving you from a terrible decision. Parties are overrated. They’re loud, sweaty, and full of people who think ‘vibes’ is a personality trait.”

“I don’t care about the vibes,” yn countered, still squirming beneath her. “I just want to dance and have fun for a couple of hours!”

“We can dance here,” Hanni said, as if it were the most obvious solution in the world.

“Oh, yeah? Are you going to DJ for me?”

Hanni smirked. “I might. I’ve got a killer playlist called ‘Certified Bangers to Stay Home To.’”

“Of course you do,” yn muttered, her voice dripping with mock disdain.

“Hanni, come on,” yn groaned, trying—and failing—to pry her off. “I told people I’d be there!”

“They’ll survive without you,” Hanni mumbled, tightening her grip. “I, however, will not.”

“I’m simply saving you from an utterly terrible decision of your life, baby,” Hanni confidently declared, no thought of letting go.

“This isn’t a decision!” yn huffed, squirming. “This is a hostage situation!”

Hanni smirked. “Call it what you want, but you’re not going anywhere.”

yn let out a long sigh, staring up at the ceiling. “You’re ridiculous.”

“And yet, you love me,” Hanni replied, leaning down just enough to press a quick, teasing kiss to yn’s nose.

yn stopped struggling for a moment, realizing the futility of her situation. Instead, she tried a different tactic. She sighed dramatically, slumping back against the bed. “Fine. You win. I’ll stay home.”

Hanni froze, pulling back just enough to peer at yn suspiciously. “Really?”

“Yes, really,” yn replied, her tone just a little too agreeable. “You’ve convinced me. Let’s order pizza or something.”

Hanni’s face lit up, her grin smug as she released yn from her grip. “That’s right. No party for you. We’re having a cozy night in.” She rolled off yn, flopping back onto the bed with an air of triumphant satisfaction.

But yn wasn’t giving up so easily.

As Hanni turned to grab her phone, presumably to start browsing for takeout, yn slid off the bed as quietly as possible. Her boots barely made a sound as she crept toward the door.

“Hanni doesn’t need to know,” she whispered under her breath.

She was almost there—her hand brushing the doorknob—when a voice rang out behind her.

“yn.”

She froze. Slowly, she turned to find Hanni sitting up on the bed, her arms crossed and her expression caught somewhere between a pout and a glare.

“You lied to me!” Hanni accused, pointing dramatically.

“Hanni, I—”

“Don’t even try it,” Hanni interrupted, sliding off the bed with a speed that was honestly a little terrifying. Before yn could react, Hanni had crossed the room and wrapped herself around yn like an octopus, her head resting firmly on yn’s shoulder. “You’re not going anywhere.”

“Let me go!” yn protested, laughing despite herself.

“Nope!” Hanni said, her voice muffled against yn’s neck. “You lied to me. Now you have to stay. Permanently.”

“Hanni, this is absurd!”

“So is leaving me for a party,” Hanni shot back, tightening her grip.

yn huffed but didn’t argue. Instead, she let herself relax into Hanni’s hold, realizing she wasn’t getting out of this any time soon. Every time she so much as shifted, Hanni’s grip tightened like a vice. Escape was futile.

Eventually, yn gave up entirely, letting her head fall against Hanni’s shoulder. “You win. I’m staying.”

“Good,” Hanni happily said, kissing you on the cheek, grabbing the nearest blanket and draping it over them both. “Now, pizza or ramen?”

“I hate you,” yn muttered, though her tone was light.

“No, you don’t,” Hanni replied, nuzzling her cheek against yn’s. “You love me. And now you’re stuck with me all night.”

And she was. No party, no dancing, just Hanni holding her hostage on the bed for the rest of the evening. By the time the pizza arrived, yn had to admit—staying home wasn’t the worst thing in the world. But she wasn’t about to let Hanni know that.

[winrita]

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[hwonnrinji]

plsplspls since it's sweater season can you make a Yoonchae × fem!reader fic inspired by the song "Heather" by Conan Gray???

help i was gonna make a sophia ver but anything for my bias 🫶

IT'S JUST POLYESTER ; 윤채

jeong yoonchae x fem!reader

{ synopsis } : you're madly in love with yoonchae. too bad she's in love with your best friend. right? right??

{ tags/extra } : unrequited love/one-sided love.. or so you think, eunchae and haerin cameo (haerin's the bsf but we're not gonna dive into that), it's angsty, so it's angsty, not proofread...

{ a/n } : felt like shit so i wrote shit. p.s. it's a little off prompt but yall see the parallel?? anyways it's 2:30am and i need sleep

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now playing : heather - conan gray

⤷ "only if you knew

how much i liked you"

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you knew this look all too well. you saw how sparks lit up in her eyes when she saw her. you saw how her lips parted in awe when she walked over. you clench your fists that hung by your side, your knuckles almost turning white by how hard your fists were balled up.

"what a sight for sore eyes," she mumbles.

of course. who wouldn't think of such thing when a girl that pretty walks up to you.

"what, you think she's pretty, yoonchae?" you ask, but it sounded a little sarcastic. you clear your throat to hide the bitter tone. yoonchae didn't pay any mind to your sour voice, nodding along to your question. you suppress a scoff

"she's got you mesmerized, huh?" you're dying inside, at this point.

"i think so," she admitted, a shy smile displayed on her lips when haerin finally approaches and attempted to strike a conversation with yoonchae. it's successful. it always is.

but haerin, oh, haerin.

she has always been the prettier best friend, always gaining the attention of your crushes left and right. she's a good friend, nonetheless, making it her mission to reject every one of them that confess to her. maybe it was out of pity, maybe it was out of girl code, but you can't help and feel disheartened. now you find yourself in the same situation with yoonchae that you swore you would prevent from happening.

you and yoonchae weren't anything. maybe more than friends, less than lovers, but it's never something. no, possibly even nothing at all. one kiss at a party during spin the bottle isn't special. you both had to or else you'd have to embarrass yourselves. it's just the game rules. yet, why did her gaze linger on you throughout and after the whole ordeal? why did her voice get softer with you but not everyone else? you weren't even half as pretty as haerin. so why?

tears of frustration mixed with sadness welled up in your eyes when you saw quick yoonchae got comfortable with haerin, how her voice was the same as the day of the party, how her eyes were identical to seeing you in her sweater for the first time. you let out a shaky breath, blinking back the tears that threatened to fall.

"are you cold?" you hear yoonchae ask. you look up to see yoonchae already fumbling to take off her sweater. the same sweater she let you wore last year. how ironic.

"just a little. it's december after all." haerin responds with a tone so gentle and warm that it gags you. yoonchae gives her the sweater, and out of politeness, haerin took it. you don't realize there's a scowl on your face until your eyebrows became sore from frowning too much, it's just polyester, you remind yourself. but you already know yoonchae liked– no, likes haerin better.

in your seventeen years of life, you've never wanted to be someone more. now you find yourself wishing to be haerin.

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you watch as haerin stands with her, holding her hand. you decided to save yourself from whatever this was by pretending to be busy for the day. you weren't. you just didn't want to bear the pain of seeing yoonchae being glued to the hip with haerin. you grimace as yoonchae put her arm around haerin's shoulder, leaving you to reminisce about the last time yoonchae did that for you, all because the wind was too strong for winter.

now you're getting colder the longer you stare at just how close those two were from afar. the lack of an arm around your shoulder, or the warm hands of yoonchae's holding yours, made you more fragile to the intense breeze.

despite everything you feel, you can never find yourself to actually look at haerin with disdain. she's been with you since a pacifier was in your mouth, and she's the sweetest, most angel like girl to ever exist, so why do you wish she was dead? no, no, dead is overly strong. maybe disappear is the word you're looking for. wait, no, not quite. there are times when haerin is the only person to understand you, so to have her disappear wouldn't benefit anybody.

just then, yoonchae turned around, immediately spotting you from across the quad. she eagerly waved you over, a huge smile on her face just from seeing you alone. maybe there was something to your relationship with yoonchae.

maybe, maybe, maybe–

oh? who was that?

you briefly ignore yoonchae's attempts at getting you to come over, swiveling your head to look at who just walked past you, and lord, it was like an angel was sent from heaven just for you. your eyes were fixated on hers and it seems like she felt your gaze as well, seeing how she looked back and smiled at you. that smile can light up a world.

from across the quad, yoonchae and haerin both watched as you get enthralled by that smile. the look in your eyes is sickening, sickeningly sweet to haerin, sickeningly disgusting to yoonchae. yoonchae has no idea why she felt that way, but the way your eyes locked onto the girl walking past you instead of on her ticked her off a bit. haerin, of course, notices the lack of responses from yoonchae and looked at the girl to see her absolutely glaring at whoever caught your attention.

haerin chuckles and lightly tap yoonchae on the shoulder. "you look like you've just seen your enemy." it's too soon for 'enemy' to be placed as a title on the girl. maybe potential competition would best fit.

back on your end, the girl approached you. wait. was that right? a girl that pretty approaching you? your lips parted in awe at such duality the girl held, how handsome she looked, yet how gorgeous she presented herself. "i like your hoodie." she told you. even her voice, which was on a lower register, sounded magical.

"wha– me?" you look down at your plain white hoodie, wondering how anyone can like such a piece of clothing.

now yoonchae's scowling, the wrinkles on her forehead could've been permanent if haerin didn't tell her to give it a rest. she could hear the conversation from a mile away. your hoodie was just ordinary. there's nothing special to it other than the white color. maybe it was just like your relationship with yoonchae. "please, that hoodie is nothing special,"

"this hoodie is nothing special." it was, indeed, special. yoonchae had bought it for you for christmas, and you wore it the entirety of the skii trip you went on. both of you didn't know why you said what you said but it didn't sit right with neither of you. the girl gave you her number and bid goodbye to catch up with her friends. you learn her name is eunchae. hong eunchae. it rolled off your tongue perfectly.

you rush over to haerin and yoonchae to share the interaction you just had as if they didn't witness it, haerin jumping in joy with you. yoonchae bit the inside of her cheek to prevent herself from speaking wrongly, offering a forced smile instead. you stopped your rambling to look at eunchae while yoonchae kept her eyes on you. deep down, even with eunchae showing interest in you, you still wished yoonchae looked at you like that. and deep down in yoonchae's brain, she wished it was her who got you all flustered.

'i wish i was haerin.'

'i wish i was eunchae.'

[idolsgeneration]

[hannpuff]

⊹ ࣪ ˖ dance for me, 내게 취해 매료된 듯이 i just wanna dance on, 멈출 수 없지 ⋆.˚

[korean-dreams-girls]

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[tokki------0]

A Christmas Eve Confession

Minji X Femreader

Words count: +1000

summary:On Christmas Eve, Y/n confesses her love for Minji, and they share a heartfelt moment under the snowy night, starting a new chapter together.

A/n: MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!!!!

The night before Christmas brought with it a special magic in the bustling city where Y/n lived. The streets were illuminated with sparkling decorations, and the air was filled with the scent of cinnamon, gingerbread, and hot chocolate. But for Y/n, this Christmas felt different. Something incomplete hung in the air.

She gazed out the window of her apartment, a steaming cup of tea in her hands. The snow gently fell, covering the rooftops with a pristine coat. Her thoughts were with Minji. Their friendship was unique, but recently, Y/n felt something deeper, something she hadn't yet had the courage to express. And this Christmas Eve, she decided that things needed to change.

Putting on a warm coat and a red scarf, Y/n stepped out into the snowy night. She held a small gift in her hands, carefully wrapped in golden paper. It wasn't a grand gesture, but a symbol of what she hoped to share with Minji.

Minji lived just a few streets away, and with each step through the crunchy snow, it felt like Y/n was getting closer to what she hoped for: an answer, a sign, a chance. When she reached the door of Minji's building, she took a deep breath before pressing the intercom.

— Y/n? a surprised voice replied after a brief moment.

— Yes, it's me, she said. Can I come up?

A few minutes later, Minji opened the door of her apartment, dressed in a white wool sweater and comfy pants. Her eyes widened when she saw Y/n, her cheeks rosy from the cold and a shy smile on her lips.

— What are you doing here? Minji asked, intrigued but visibly happy.

— I wanted to see you, Y/n said, handing her the small package. Merry Christmas, Minji.

Minji accepted the gift with a smile. She invited Y/n inside, and the warm apartment, filled with the scent of vanilla cookies, instantly erased the cold outside. They sat down on the couch, the Christmas tree lights softly twinkling in the corner of the room.

— You didn’t have to get me anything, Minji said as she tore open the wrapping. But thank you.

She uncovered a simple yet elegant necklace with a star-shaped pendant.

— It represents a shooting star, Y/n explained. Because you’ve always been a kind of miracle in my life.

Minji looked up, touched. Her cheeks flushed with pink, and a sincere smile lit up her face.

— Y/n, it's beautiful. Thank you so much.

A gentle silence settled between them. Y/n gathered all her courage before continuing:

— Minji, there’s something I need to tell you. I didn’t want this evening to pass without you knowing... how I feel. You are more than just a friend to me. I’ve liked you for a long time, and I think... I’ve fallen in love with you.

Minji’s eyes widened, but she didn’t seem unsettled. On the contrary, a tender smile formed on her lips.

— Y/n, she murmured. I was waiting for you to say that. Because I feel the same way.

Relief and joy washed over Y/n like a wave. Minji reached out and placed her hand on Y/n’s, gently intertwining their fingers. They stayed like that for a moment, savoring the sincerity and beauty of this moment.

Outside, the snow continued to fall, but the warmth inside the apartment was something new. As midnight approached, Minji leaned in and placed a soft kiss on Y/n’s lips.

— Merry Christmas, she whispered.

Y/n smiled, her heart light and full.

— Merry Christmas, Minji.

And in the magic of that night, two hearts had found each other.

[hanniluvie]

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OFF THE SCRIPT ➢ CHAPTER 1 ∣ Auditions

| SYPNOSIS ↦ Hanni Pham, a rising star, lands the lead role in a highly anticipated drama—unintentionally stealing the part Y/n Suji, sister of Bae Suzy, had her sights set on. Already irritated by being constantly compared to her sister, Y/n’s dislike for Hanni only deepens. To make matters worse, Hanni turns out to be a devoted Bae Suzy stan. But when the show airs and fans start obsessively shipping their characters, the director hatches a plan to capitalize on the buzz: force the two into an unexpected on-screen romance.

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With a deep breath, Y/n walked over, rehearsing her approach in her head.

Okay, ask a question about the script. Be casual. Maybe crack a joke. This is fine.

Hanni noticed her too late. Her chest tightened as Y/n came closer, her heart racing.

“Hey, uh,” Y/n began, holding up her script with a small smile. “Quick question—”

Hanni panicked. The proximity, the way Y/n looked directly at her, the soft curve of her smile—it short-circuited her brain.

So she blurted out the first thing that came to mind.

“Can I have your sister’s autograph?”

Silence.

Y/n blinked, her polite smile faltering for a fraction of a second before she recovered. Her grip on the script tightened just slightly. “What?”

Hanni’s soul left her body. But she doubled down, not wanting to explain her actual thought process. “I mean… yeah. Your sister’s autograph. Big fan.” She smiled weakly, trying to play it off as casual.

For a moment, Y/n’s expression remained unreadable. Her lips pressed into a thin line, but her voice stayed calm and even. “Right,” she said, her smile returning—polite, if a bit distant. “I’ll let her know.”

Without another word, Y/n turned on her heel and walked away, her back stiff and shoulders tense.

Hanni stood there, frozen like a deer caught in headlights. Her mind spiraled.

Why the hell did I say that?

[drvirgus]

Behind the Screen

Idol! Minji X non-Idol! Reader

Description: Imagine defending your favorite idol on Twitter and getting a supportive message from a user with a fake name. Little do you know, it's actually Minji. Can something more happen? Will you fall in Love with the Idol? Is Minji going to fall in love with you?

Warnings: strong language; kys/kms jokes; insults; kinda Catfishing? Denial; Trauma; Harsh world

Chapter: a bomb?

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heaven’s masquerade.

pairing : hanni pham x reader

about : An angel in disguise falls for a mortal, but their forbidden love risks exposing her true nature and defying divine law.

genre : angst

a/n : ‘cause i’ve been missing nj, here’s a hanni story! |

The sky was a bruised shade of twilight, neither day nor night, as Hanni descended. She cloaked herself in human skin, her wings folded into nothingness, her celestial glow dimmed to the flicker of an ordinary woman. She had watched humans for centuries from her perch in the heavens, curious about their flawed beauty and their ability to love so fiercely despite their fragility.

Hanni had come to Earth before but never lingered. This time was different. The pull was sharper, as if the universe whispered a secret meant for her ears alone.

She had to know.

The city buzzed with life as Hanni walked its streets. Her senses were dulled, muted by her disguise, but she could still feel the pulse of humanity — the laughter, the pain, the yearning. Her journey led her to a small bookstore tucked into a forgotten corner of the world, its sign barely legible under the weight of time.

That’s where she saw her.

Y/N.

Her dark curls framed a face etched with quiet sorrow, but her smile — that smile — was warm enough to crack open the coldest star. She stood behind the counter, flipping through a dog-eared book, humming a melody that Hanni couldn’t place.

The angel didn’t understand the sensation blooming in her chest. It was foreign, strange. A rope pulling her closer, demanding she stay.

“Hi,” Hanni said, her voice soft and uncertain.

Y/N looked up, startled, then smiled. “Hi. Can I help you?”

“I… I’m just looking,” Hanni replied, though she wasn’t sure what she was looking for anymore.

Y/N tilted her head, studying her. “Well, let me know if you need anything.”

Hanni nodded, wandering the aisles, but her gaze kept returning to Y/N. She didn’t know what possessed her, but she found herself at the counter again, holding a random book.

“Good choice,” Y/N said, though Hanni doubted she even looked at the title.

“Do you always read when it’s quiet?” Hanni asked.

Y/N chuckled, a sound like sunlight breaking through clouds. “Always. Books don’t leave, you know? They stay. People don’t.”

Hanni frowned. “That sounds lonely.”

“It is,” Y/N admitted, her smile faltering.

Hanni wanted to say something, anything, but what could she, a being from another realm, possibly offer? Still, she found herself returning to the bookstore every day.

Y/N began expecting her.

“You’re a mystery, Hanni,” she said one afternoon, handing her a cup of coffee.

“Am I?”

“You talk like someone who’s lived a thousand lives, but there’s this… sadness about you.”

Hanni looked away. “And you? You talk like someone who’s given up on happiness.”

The words hung between them, heavy and raw.

Y/N shrugged, looking out the window. “Maybe I have.”

“What happened?”

Y/N hesitated, then sighed. “Someone I loved left. And I’ve been trying to fill the space they left behind, but nothing fits.”

Hanni’s heart ached in a way she didn’t think possible. “I’m sorry,” she whispered.

Y/! turned to her, eyes searching. “And you? What’s your story, Hanni?”

“I don’t have one,” Hanni said, too quickly. “Not yet.”

Their conversations grew deeper, their silences more comfortable. Hanni found herself laughing with Y/N, her celestial burdens feeling lighter. And Y/N? Y/N began to smile without the shadow of pain behind it.

One evening, under the glow of streetlights, Y/N reached for Hanni’s hand.

“Stay,” Y/N whispered.

“I’m here,” Hanni replied, though she knew it wasn’t entirely true.

Months passed. Hanni knew she was breaking rules. Angels weren’t meant to love mortals. They were watchers, guides, not participants. But every time she tried to leave, the thought of Y/N’s laughter, her touch, her soul, pulled her back.

“I think I’m falling in love with you,” Y/N said one night, her voice trembling with vulnerability.

Hanni froze, her disguise feeling too tight, too fragile. “You don’t know me,” she said.

“I know enough,” Y/N countered. “You’re kind, thoughtful, and you’ve made me feel alive again.”

“You deserve someone who can stay,” Hanni said, tears threatening to spill.

“You’re staying,” Y/N said firmly, gripping Hanni’s hand. “Aren’t you?”

Hanni couldn’t answer.

The day Hanni had been dreading came too soon. She stood at the edge of Y/N’s bed, watching her sleep, her heart breaking. She knew she couldn’t stay. If she did, she would lose her grace, her wings, and she couldn’t bear the thought of Y/N discovering her truth.

But leaving? That felt impossible too.

As dawn broke, Y/N stirred, her eyes fluttering open.

“You’re leaving, aren’t you?” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Hanni’s breath hitched. “I have to.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m not what you think I am.”

Y/N sat up, confusion and pain etched on her face. “What are you talking about?”

“I’m not human, Y/N,” Hanni said, her voice cracking. “I’m… I’m an angel. I came here to understand humanity, not to fall in love. But I did. I fell for you.”

Y/N stared at her, disbelief and betrayal warring in her eyes. “You’re joking.”

Hanni stepped back, letting her disguise falter. Her wings unfolded, faint and shimmering in the dim light.

Y/N gasped, tears spilling down her cheeks. “This… this can’t be real.”

“I’m sorry,” Hanni whispered. “I never meant to hurt you.”

“Then don’t leave,” Y/N pleaded, her voice breaking. “Stay. Be with me.”

“If I stay, I’ll lose everything I am,” Hanni said, her own tears falling freely now. “But if I leave, I’ll lose you.”

“Isn’t love worth that?” Y/N asked, desperation in her voice.

Hanni closed her eyes, every fiber of her being screaming to stay. But when she opened them, she knew what she had to do.

“I love you, Y/N,” she said, her voice trembling. “But I can’t stay.”

Y/N sobbed, reaching for her, but Hanni was already fading, her wings wrapping around her like a shroud.

And then she was gone.

Y/N returned to the bookstore every day, hoping, praying that Hanni would come back. The ache in her chest was unbearable, a constant reminder of what she had lost.

But Hanni didn’t return.

Not in the way Y/N hoped.

Instead, she saw her in the sunsets, in the gentle rustling of leaves, in the quiet moments when the world seemed to hold its breath.

And Y/N knew, deep down, that Hanni was still watching over her.

She always would be.