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residentflamingo · 1 year ago

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Only One Call Away

Rosé x gn! reader

Summary ———> Rosie decides to go out to drink with her friends. All is fine until reader gets a call from her two hours later. What happened while she was out?

Requested?: yes 🫶

Warnings: bullying, toxic friends, & cursing

Genre: hurt/comfort & a fluffy ending

A/N: To the person who requested this, thank you so much because this was probably the most challenging and longest thing I've ever written. And I put all my heart and soul into this. I think I made it a lot longer than I was supposed to, but that's okay. I always love a challenge, and a perfect opportunity to hone my writing skills. Anyway, I hope both the person who requested this and everyone else reading, enjoys this fic. You can also check out my other stuff if you would like, it's very much appreciated ❤️

Word count ———> 5,394

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→ 10:00 PM

“Babe, are you sure about this? Your friends are terrible! They don’t even pay attention to you half of the time when you guys hang out.”

“Yes, it’ll be fine! Besides, they're not as bad as you say they are. I’ve been friends with them for a long time, they love hanging out with me!”

You were currently standing in front of your girlfriend, about to escort her into the cold winter night, trying to convince her not to go out with her friends. She was wearing a beautiful purple dress, with a cream colored fluffy coat over her shoulders, and a beautiful pair of Saint Laurent heels that made her look powerful with each step.

Her hair was curled, and it effortlessly flowed down her shoulders, making her look like an absolute goddess. You couldn’t believe how beautiful she was. You felt so lucky to have her as your significant other.

The only thing you found truly bad about her, was her friends.

No matter how good she looked, they always found different ways to ridicule and belittle her. Not her four best friends from Blackpink. No, these were her other friends she claimed she met in high school.

She would tell you stories of how they were really close back then, and how she kept in touch with them over the years as she got more famous. You loved hearing her tell stories of the adventures they had, and how she used to sneak out during the night and go on joyrides with them.

You hung out with her and those friends one time, just trying to see what they were like, and you couldn’t stand how rude they were. They constantly threw insults at her, mentioning how her aussie accent makes her sound silly when she talks, saying she needs to get a different hair style, and even making fun of the outfit she was wearing. You were absolutely disgusted at the way they were acting towards her. It was as if they didn’t even treat her like a normal human being.

They would even emotionally manipulate Rosie, making her think they were just joking, so she never noticed their horrible behaviors. When you confronted her about them, she always just insisted to you that that’s how they joke around. So it was hard trying to convince her to not be friends with them anymore. You love your girlfriend very much and you just want the best for her. You would hate for her to keep getting her heart broken over and over by those low-lifes she calls “friends.” But for now, all you could do was wait for Rosie to realize the huge mistake she was making.

You sighed, “Okay, whatever you say. Are you sure you don’t wanna stay home instead? I can order takeout, and we can watch movies.”

“Yes honey, I’m sure. There’s nothing to worry about. My friends will keep an eye on me, and make sure I don’t get too wasted.”

“Alright then. Just remember, I’m only one call away if you need me. I don’t mind picking you up.”

Rosie shook her head, and smiled at how protective you were being. She then stepped up towards you, put both of her hands on each side of your face, and looked you in the eyes and said “Okay. I’ll keep that in mind. I love you darling.” She then gave you a soft kiss on the lips, slowly walked towards the door, and turned around before opening it to look back and make sure you said “I love you” back to her.

“I love you too.” You said softly, as you waved her goodbye and watched her walk through the door and saunter down the long hallway of the apartment complex. Her words from earlier kept replaying in your head, making you wonder if she was ever going to come to a realization of how she needed to get rid of her supposed high school buddies.

After closing the front door, you turned around looking at Hank saying, “I guess it’s just me and you now buddy.” He leaned his head down on the tile floor with a loud sigh looking depressed. Almost as if he perfectly understood what you just said. You let out a loud sigh and plopped down on the couch, deciding to watch some boring Netflix shows that have been recommended to you for sometime.

Man you sure did miss her already, even though she’s only been gone for ten minutes. Before you started watching tv, you picked up your phone and made sure your notification volume was at full blast, so you wouldn’t miss one text or call from Rosie.

→ 11:30 PM

Meanwhile at the bar in downtown Seoul…

“Hey I’m gonna go get a drink from the bar, you guys want anything?”

“No, we're good, you hoe. Besides, you probably wouldn’t even order our drinks right anyways, knowing you and your terrible accent. People can even understand what you’re saying half of the time!”

Rosie’s so-called friends all started laughing at McKenzie’s remark, making Rosie’s lip quiver and her eyes start to water. So far tonight they didn’t hold back on the snide comments, and rude remarks against her. By the end of the night, Rosie had already felt like she was being pushed to her breaking point.

She had no idea how she never realized how mean her friends actually were to her. She hated how she would just ignore the rude remarks half of the time, and never say anything about it. She hated being taken advantage of. She knew deep down that they weren’t her real friends, it was just a matter of realizing it that was important.

Tonight she had a recollection of all the times they asked her for money, begged for free concert tickets, made fun of her outfits, bullied her, and even made her pay for most meals because they were “too expensive”. After tonight, she wanted nothing to do with them. She knew she should’ve listened to you, but she was too scared to let them go. She’s had so many good memories with them, and it was so hard for her to just throw it away.

They used to be such good people. It saddened her how much they changed over the years, and how she couldn’t do anything about it. Tonight was her chance to finally lift that weight off of her shoulders, and move on with the next chapter of life. Preferably without them in it.

“Okayyyy bestie, we’re gonna go to the bathrooom real quick. We’ll be righttt back heheh.” McKenzie slurred. Her and the rest of the people in the group turned around, and walked off into the bathroom, leaving Rosie alone as she went up to go order something at the crowded bar.

About 15 minutes later when Rosie finally got her drink, she walked over to the table everyone was originally sitting at, expecting them to be there waiting on her. Only to find out that none of them were there like they said they would be…

“Hey guys, they finally got done making my drink! Wait where is everyone..?”

→ 12:05 AM

“Aw shit, what the fuck is that?!” You shouted with confusion, as your phone suddenly started going off. You fell off the couch, startled from the loud noise, and then frantically searched for your phone in between the cushions. You realized you had fallen asleep on the couch, and was out for almost 3 hours. God that show must have been really boring then you thought. After finding your phone, your stomach dropped reading the caller id. Rosie. You quickly pressed answer, and whispered “Hey what’s up? Is everything alright?”

There was a couple seconds of silence over the phone, making you really worried, wondering if it was a prank caller or a kidnapper. Panic was about the only thing going through your mind right now, just begging for her to say one word over the phone. Then she finally did. You could hear her sniffling and crying, making your stomach drop.

“N-no. Something happened earlier. We were at this really crowded club and I went up to get a drink real quick, and when I turned around a couple minutes later, they were all gone. l-looked through the whole club asking if anyone knew where t-they went, and all of them said no. So I went outside, thinking I could walk home by myself, but I-I ended up getting lost, and now I have no idea where I am. They left me all alone and n-never texted me asking where I was. I’m so scared, Y/N. Just come and get me please.”

“What the fuck? Are you serious? They just left you all alone in the club? Those fucking bastards. Okay, I need you to stay where you are, and try to send me your location from your phone. Once you do that I’ll be able to track you down, and come pick you up. Can you do that for me?”

“Y-yeah I can do that. I’m so sorry for calling you this late Y/N. I didn’t think something like this would happen.”

“Honey it’s okay, it doesn’t matter anyways. I don’t give a shit about what time it is. If it was 4 AM, I still would’ve come to pick you up. Don’t worry about it at all. Just focus on sending me your location.”

You let out a deep breath that you had been holding in, hoping it would calm you down a little, after thinking about Rosie’s friends leaving her by herself at the bar. They were absolute pieces of shit to her. Completely knowing that she’s an idol, and that she could've gotten kidnapped or stalked, they still did it anyway. I mean what did she ever do to deserve that?

You couldn't even begin to imagine how scared she was right now. All alone in an unknown part of the city, losing her friends in the same night, and knowing she was being used all those years because she was famous? Absolutely terrible.

While waiting for her to respond, you hurried up and got dressed, picked up Hank, grabbed your car keys, and rushed out the door to run to your car.

“O-Okay I sent it to you. You should be getting it in a second.”

“Alright, I’ll be there in five minutes! Don’t move or go anywhere unless someone is following you okay?”

“Okay I will. I love you Y/N. Please hurry…” She said in a quavering voice.

“Okay I will don’t worry, bye!” You quickly hung up the phone, tossed it in the passenger seat, and swallowed a big lump in your throat. Your hands were currently gripped on the steering wheel so tight that your knuckles were turning white, your legs were shaking with anxiety, adrenaline was coursing through your veins, and sweat was running down your spine.

You had never been more panicked in any situation, than at this very moment. The constant reminder that your girlfriend was all by herself walking through the streets, in the midst of the dangerous neighborhoods, had you on edge. In a split second you quickly pulled out of the parking lot, faster than you ever had in your entire life.

You were currently speeding through the streets, going at least twenty miles over the speed limit, with all of your surroundings flashing by so fast that you couldn’t even process where you were. Quite a few citizens and onlookers had given you dirty looks, and shouts of insults along the way.

You obviously knew better than to speed. But with the situation at hand, you didn’t give a fuck if you got a ticket or not. Emotions were running high, and your mind was working faster than your normal decision making usually was.

Funny enough, right before the navigation on your phone signaled you weren’t that far from the destination, “A Thousand Miles” started playing on the radio. “Really? Right now?” you thought. The irony of it was quite hilarious, but that was something you wouldn’t notice until later. You really would walk a thousand miles for your girlfriend if you had too.

After making a sharp turn through the dark alleyway, you drove very slowly down the unfamiliar street, making sure Rosie would spot you in your small vehicle. The alley was filthy, trash layed out everywhere, and street lights were flickering making the area seem even more ominous. You hated going down dark places like these since they always made you so nervous, but that nervousness turned into determination as you were frantically searching for your girlfriend.

While your eyes were scanning the area through your windshield, you were suddenly startled by your girlfriend standing in front of the beaming headlights. You swiftly slammed your foot on the breaks, and made the car come to an abrupt stop. It seemingly scared the both of you, as you put your hand over your heart wondering if you just had a mini heart attack.

Meanwhile, Rosie’s eyes were widened with fear seeing an unknown car drive slowly in the alleyway, thinking she was about to get kidnapped by someone. Fear was running all the way through her body. So much so that her hands were shaking, and chills went down her spine. She slowly backed away from the car, and clutched her purse with both hands just in case she had to make a run for it. You looked at her and tilted your head in confusion, wondering why she wasn’t coming towards the car. Then you realized, “Ohhh. She probably thinks I’m someone else trying to pick her up.”

You then rolled the window down, and stuck your head out the window shouting "Hey, it’s me!” Rosie let out a deep sigh of relief, and thanked the lord for sending you her way to protect her. She felt so reassured to see you, knowing she could finally wrap her arms around you, and let out all of her bottled up emotions from tonight.

She was finally safe.

After a couple seconds of calming her nerves, she snaps out of it, and slowly walks over to the passenger side of the car. Climbing in, and firmly sitting down on the comfort of the smooth leather seats. She sits her purse down near her feet, and leans back in the seat letting out another deep sigh. This time to suppress her emotions down, so she wouldn’t have a full on nervous breakdown. You looked over at her and mumbled “Hi honey,” not wanting to speak too loud, since it was still late at night. But still trying to show excitement in seeing her, since you were so glad you found her.

She looked over at you and tried to speak, but words couldn't come out of her mouth. Her lip was trembling and her breaths became short, as all her emotions were threatening to break free from the invisible bottle she was containing them in. You took notice of this, and reached over to wrap your arms around her chest, enveloping her in a warm hug.

You had never seen her this pent up before, and it absolutely just broke your heart to pieces. You then made sure to speak up and let her know it was okay to let her emotions go, since she was so used to hiding them for the camera and the public eye.“It’s okay love. Let it all out, you can let your guard down around me. I’m here to listen.”

The flood gates had then been opened, and Rosie’s eyes began overflowing with tears as she let out a heartbreaking sob only you had ever heard. Not even her long time friends, or family members had ever heard her cry this hard. She felt completely comfortable around you, and decided to just let all of her emotions go in that moment.

She couldn’t believe how long her friends were using her for, and just the selfish way they had left her behind. On top of all the insults thrown at her. She tried to just ignore them, but she just couldn’t take it anymore. Along with that, she also felt guilty not listening to you whenever you tried to warn her about the toxicity she was constantly putting herself around. “How could I be so dumb, and not think to listen?” she thought.

She suddenly pulled away from your embrace, looked you in the eyes, and said “I’m so sorry for not listening to you, I don’t know what I was thinking. Y-you were only trying to help me, and instead I-”

As Rosie was going on trying to apologize to you, you interrupted her and hugged her again saying, “Hey hey hey, don’t worry about it. That doesn’t matter now. Everyone makes mistakes, and I know it wasn’t your fault. Besides, you’re better off without them now. You got me, Lisa, Jisoo, and Jennie to talk too. So trust me, you aren’t losing much.”

“Thank you Y/N. I don’t know how, but you always know the right thing to say. It really amazes me how perfect you are sometimes” Rosie mumbled, leaning her head over your shoulder, and giving you a tight squeeze to your chest.

At home whenever she needed advice, or a little encouragement for the day, you somehow always knew what to say no matter what it was. You’re always the best person she can rely on, the one person she could really be her true self around. As she thought about it a little harder, this was a moment in her life that determined how much she really does appreciate you, and how much she really does want to be with you.

She smiled to herself, thinking of how good of a partner you would be when you guys got married someday. She couldn’t wait for that day to come. Marriage was always something she had dreamed about, and you made it even more possible for her. When she finally snapped back to reality, she took a look over your shoulder and saw a familiar face sitting patiently in the back seat.

It was Hank, her favorite dog in the world! She slowly pulled away from you with one of her eyebrows raised, “Is that Hank there in the back seat?” You turned your head around to look at him too and chuckled saying, “Yeah I brought him, knowing you would be super excited to see him.” Hank looked up at Rosie and started wagging his tail with enthusiasm, sharing the same excitement Rosie had.

She then leaned over and picked up Hank, gently putting him in her lap. “Hiiii buddy! Are you so excited to see mommy? I know you are! Hahaha” You looked over at both of them and smiled, happy to see Rosie so cheerful again. While looking at her, a good idea had suddenly crossed your mind and you thought it was perfect for the situation at hand.

“Hey babe, you wanna go get some ice cream?” you asked.

“Yeah that sounds great!” she said cheerfully.

After checking to see if Rosie had her seat belt on, you put the car in drive, and gently pressed your foot on the gas to make the car accelerate. As you drove around a little bit, you could see people walking home from the bars, and stumbling over their own feet from consuming so much alcohol.

It was pretty much a normal sight, since it was a late friday night. You could tell that the only places that were open were the bars, making you a little bit nervous since you promised Rosie her ice cream. And most fast food restaurants definitely did not stay open until midnight.

But to your luck, as you made a left turn down to main street, you spotted a nice burger place that was still open. With the name “TJ Burger”, flashing on a huge, bright, neon sign. “Perfect” you mumbled under your breath. Hopefully they had ice cream, because this was probably the only fast food restaurant open for miles.

As you pulled up to the drive through looking at the menu, they had almost every kind of American food you could think of. Burgers, onion rings, chicken tenders, whatever it was, they certainly had it. Then when you looked over to the other side of the menu, there it was, twenty different kinds of milkshakes and ice cream flavors.

You smiled and looked over at Rosie, pointing to the menu to prove to her that they indeed did have ice cream. She smiled and mumbled “Yayyy”. While you were looking at the menu, you were suddenly interrupted by a booming voice from the loudspeaker that spooked the both of you a little bit. You shook your head and laughed over how jumpy you were, then you turned to Rosie and asked her,

“What flavor do you want honey?”

“Uhmm, I’ll just get chocolate.” she answered with a whisper.

You turned back around facing the loudspeaker, ordering a small vanilla cone for yourself, along with Rosie’s ice cream, then casually pulled up to the drive-thru window to wait.

The atmosphere in the car was kind of awkward, since you hadn’t really talked about what had previously happened earlier. So while waiting, Rosie wanted to find a way to kill the time. So, she got curious and asked you, “Have you ever been here before?”

You looked over at her and answered, “Nope! But I heard it’s really good. Why do you ask?”

She shook her head and said, “Oh I was just wondering. I figured you knew about this place already.”

“Nope I had never been here until now. I mean, I knew it was-”

Before you could finish your sentence, the fast food worker interrupted you and said, ”Here’s your ice cream.” with a rude tone. He then carefully handed you the cones, and before you could even say thank you he said “You’re welcome have a nice night.” then shut the window with an attitude.

Rosie chuckled saying, “Wow he must be really pissed off since we came in 10 minutes before they closed.” You widened your eyes sarcastically and laughed, “Yeah I think so too. That’s okay though, at least he didn’t notice you. That would’ve been a whole other ordeal. Anyways, here's your ice cream honey.”

Rosie smiled and grabbed the cone saying, “Thank you so much. I really don’t deserve you.” You smiled back at her, got all of your stuff organized, and then put your foot on the gas driving away into the city. She continued to shuffle in the seat trying to get comfortable, and finally took a small taste of her ice cream. Her smile grew even more after tasting the ice cream, and she started to do her little happy dance. You took a quick glance over at her, and laughed at how cute she was being.

On the way over towards the secret destination you were driving to, “Cooler Than Me” by Mike Posner started playing on the radio. It was a song both you and Rosie were very familiar with, since you both grew up in the early 2000s.

She quickly got excited upon hearing it and started singing the lyrics, “ If I could write you a song to make you fall in looove, I would already have you up under my arrm~” You giggling over how silly she was being by swaying her arms and singing with the music. Soon enough, you caught on and started singing along with her too.

By the time you both were done singing to the song, you were driving up a gravel road leading to the top of a hill. Rosie looked around confused, having no idea where she was at. So she turned to you for help.

“Hey, where are we at? I don’t think I’ve ever been here before.”

“Haha, you’ll see…”

You slowly drove the car up onto the top of the hill, and put it in park. There, through the windshield of the car, was a marvelous view that cast upon the whole city of Seoul. It was an absolutely beautiful site that made Rosie’s jaw stay open in shock. She had never seen anything quite like this before.

You could see all of the twinkling lights coming from the towers, all of the ant size cars driving down the highways, and all of the shining stars in the sky that were more visible tonight than they had been any other night. Your father used to take you to this spot during the early years of your childhood. It was a very special place to you, and you had only ever shared it with two people. Your mom, and Rosie.

Rosie couldn’t even believe what she was seeing right now. She had been living in Seoul for almost half of her life, and she still never knew there was even a spot like this. She was absolutely amazed as to how beautiful this sight was. I mean, how could you not be? Rosie wanted to see the view even more, so she placed Hank down in the back seat, slowly opened the door, and stepped out of the car in awe.

You watched her as she walked up even closer to the edge of the hill, and continued to look into the distance with amazement. She then turned around and signaled you to come on, waiting to share this moment with you. You obliged and got out of the car, jogging towards her.

Now standing next to her, you looked out into the distance admiring all of the lights gleaming in the vast city of Seoul. It was still as beautiful as it was during your childhood. But as happy as you were to see it, Rosie looked like something was bothering her still.

“What’s on your mind honey?” you said softly.

As she looked out in the distance, her smile faded a little bit and her expression was replaced with gratitude. “Well, I-I don’t know what to say. This is the most beautiful view I’ve ever seen. Even though this night was supposed to be one of the worst ones of my life, you made it the best one. I haven’t had this much fun in, gosh… I don’t even know how long. All I can think of right now is, thank you. Thank you so much, I don’t know what I would ever do without you. And, oh yeah, and I guess this ice cream is kinda good too.”

She started giggling over the little joke she made, and tried to continue eating the ice cream from earlier. At that moment, it almost seemed like she had completely forgotten what had happened a couple hours prior.

All the snide comments, the betrayal, losing her friends, it was all becoming a mild loss for her now. At that moment she had realized how much she really needed someone like you in her life. Rosie continued to laugh so hard that tears were forming in the corners of her eyes.

You smiled back at her and said “You don’t have to thank me Rosie. You are my girlfriend after all. I would do anything for you. Like I said, I’m always one call away if you need me.” Rosie’s laughter slowly settled, and she walked over to you to give you a warm hug. “But I do have to thank you somehow.”

As Rosie pulled away from the hug, and gave you a soft kiss on your lips, you were suddenly lifted up to cloud nine. She had kissed you many times before, but this kiss felt extra special. It was a kiss of gratitude, love, and compassion rolled all into one.

You stood back from her, feeling stunned, and tried to cover the growing smile forming on your lips. Along with your cheeks turning red, like you had just received your first kiss. Rosie giggled even more and took the perfect opportunity to tease you.

“Honey are you really blushing?! I have kissed you so many times, how could you be blushing now?”

You retorted back, “Whaaatt, I can’t help it when the hottest woman in Seoul is practically kissing me. You can’t blame me ya know…”

“Yeah true… Haha! Naur naur, I'm just kidding.”

“Oh shut up! Don’t make me take back what I just said.”

“Oh yeah? You won’t. I dare you!”

As the both of you continued to bicker and giggle like longtime best friends, the night had gone by a little bit faster than the both of you had realized. About an hour later, you both realized you had left Hank in the car after he started barking and whining continuously. He wasn’t in danger or anything, you both knew he was probably getting lonely waiting for the both of you to finish talking to each other.

So as soon as you heard him barking, you stopped laughing and said, “Oh shoot! I better get Hank, I bet the poor guy is getting lonely in there.” You then quickly jogged back over to the car, and picked him up out of the car seat, bringing him to where Rosie was standing.

While the both of you, including Hank, were looking into the incredible night view of Seoul, a little lightbulb popped into your head and you had a great idea to finish off the night. You jumped up onto the hood of your car and leaned your whole body back onto it, trying to make yourself comfortable.

Rosie laughed, “What are you doing?” You looked back at her and said, “I’m looking up at the stars silly. Here you should come try it too. The stars are really nice at this time of night.” You patted the spot next to you, intending for her to lay there. She shrugged her shoulders and mumbled, “I guess it couldn’t hurt to do it once.”

Rosie then placed Hank down next to her spot, and climbed up onto the car to lay back and stargaze with you. Exactly like the reaction from some time ago seeing the lit up city, she looked up at the sky in awe, with her mouth slightly open in amazement.

The sky was aglow with a visible canopy of shimmering stars, and the constellations were perfectly aligned making the sky look even more magical. “Wow..” she mumbled, “You really do have all sorts of tricks up your sleeve huh.” You smiled, loving how she was enjoying the view as much as you were.

“Yeah I guess I do. Wait, look up there, it’s the big dipper!”

“Oh look there’s the little dipper too!” Rosie shouted back, pointing up at the sky.

As the both of you were looking up at the sky, savoring the moment for what it was worth, the moon became very visible as the clouds started to drift away from it. It was a full moon. Rosie thought it was a cute coincidence. The moon was full just like how complete her life felt with you being in it. She looked back over towards you, and said, “I love you y/n.” With the stars reflecting off her eyes, making her look even more ethereal. You smiled and turned your head over towards her, “I love you too Rosie.”

The both of you continued to lay in comfortable silence, as the cool summer breeze drifted through the air, and not a single sound could be heard for miles. Rosie knew that after tonight, her whole perspective of you had changed. Not in a bad way of course, but in an even lovelier way.

You had done everything you could to make her smile again, and she really appreciated it. Not many people would go that distance, but now she definitely knew you would. Even though she had lost some “friends” of hers tonight, she gained something more important. Her unconditional love for you. Thanks to you, this would be one of her favorite memories to be shared for years to come. The love you both have for each other would become even stronger. And when she got back home, she could brag to the girls how cool you were too ;)

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yunalvrrr · 5 months ago

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guys ik blackpink aren’t active rn but PLEASEEEEE. BLINK WRITERS PLEASE COME OUT OF HIBERNATION, WE’RE STARVINGGGGG. LIKE I HAVENT FOUND A BP FIC TO READ IN FOREVERRRR 💔

#blackpink #blackpink jennie #blackpink rosè #blackpink lisa #blackpink jisoo #blackpink imagines #blackpink x reader #blinks

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miss-nandini · 1 year ago

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Strangely enough, I'm on high high high inspo to write . So go on request whenever you want.

Fandoms: Kpop and Obey me.

Whatever you want really EXCEPT NSFW

#obey me imagines #kpop #obey me headcanons #kpop fanfic #bts x reader #blackpink #blackpink rosè #fluff #angst #seriously whatever you want

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sonotdaiisy · 1 month ago

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TRAINEE FRIEND ⸺ Haerin x reader

She thinks she’s never going to make a friend at the company.

GENRE ⸺ fluff, strangers to friends

WARNINGS ⸺ none really. Yayyy a post after like a week or two ><, not really good high-key rushed, I’m so sorry I’ll try to do better in a Dani fic❤️‍🩹

WC ⸺ 568

Haerin was tired of the constant stares she got and the whispers and murmurs whenever she walks past people.

Like bro she gets it. She knows she has an intimidating aura but that doesn’t describe her personality and attitude.

For the past months she felt nothing but loneliness. She had always wanted a friend or maybe even more…..a best friend she could share a close bond with, a best friend they could keep each others secret with and have trust in theirselves.

It was just so sad that none of the current trainees wanted to have any form of conversation with her.

Luck was on haerin’s side today because the next thing she heard was people talking about a new trainee who from what she heard seems like a social butterfly.

Out of curiosity, Haerin made it her mission to find this trainee girl Everyone just seems to be gushing about. Was there something special about her that had people squealing?

Her beauty. Yeah maybe that was not only the special thing about her but it seemed to be amongst.

The moment Haerin laid eyes on the already popular girl, she felt like Time had stopped. The moment they locked eyes Haerin could feel her heart beating at an abnormal rate.

“HIIII!!! I’m Y/n and you are?” You held out your hands for a hand shake. Your expressions were nothing but pure excitement and joy.

Haerin stared at your hands for a while not knowing what to do. This was the first Time someone had ever been nice to her. “Ummm I’m Haerin” she responded shaking your hand with clear hesitation.

God her hands are so soft and pretty

“Nice to meet you Haerin, let’s be friend!” You smiled cheerfully. “Can you please show me around?” You requested tilting your head to the side like that of a puppy’s.

“Ooh s-sure! Why not” Haerin agreed leading The way.

—

“And lastly, this is the cafeteria” Haerin concluded the tour with the cafeteria.

Silence

The silence was starting to get a bit uncomfortable. Haerin was used to it but she wasn’t sure about you.

“Soooo y/n who’s your role model?”

“I have so many role models but I really like Rosè from black pink” you smiled once again.

“Ah that’s nice”…… she sounded nonchalant about it on the inside but not on the inside. Her heart was beating so fast it felt like it was going to explode all just from Hearing you talk.

“It’s the end of practice for the day right? I think there’s dorms….can I share a dorm with you? I don’t wanna share with anyone else” You asked with a slight pout.

“Uhh sure. I mean I don’t have any roommate so I don’t see why not” Haerin smiled a little.

“Really?! Yay!!” You jumped up and down excitedly. “What are you waiting for? Let’s go!” You grabbed her by her hand, interlocking fingers with her as you ran out of the building.

Haerin could only stare at your interlocked hands. Her face as red as a tomato and Yh subtle smile she tried to hold back from, multiple of times.

The effect you have on her is so much she thinks she’s going crazy.

Maybe she’ll consider more than best friends now.

#daisy works !🐈#newjeans #newjeans x reader #newjeans fluff #kang haerin #haerin x reader #Haerin fluff #kpop x reader

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cockslutpadalecki · 8 months ago

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Hello

Summary: You’ve given up on love. That is until a stranger walks up to you in a bar, and starts off a chain of events even you couldn’t dream up.

Characters: Steve x F!Reader.

Words: 1.2K.

Warnings: some angst, pregnancy/giving birth, mostly tooth-rotting fluff.

A/N: Formerly a Patreon exclusive. Based off of song of same name by Allie X. Definitely give it a listen. Beta: @princessmisery666 but all the general bullshit is entirely mine. While likes are gold, feedback is golden. Please support our content creators by sharing our work.

It all started with a hello.

In the corner of a bar, you hurriedly swallow down the last of your now room-temperature rosè. Your date had stood you up. Again.

Last week, you’d made arrangements to go out for sushi, and he failed to show— coming up with some lame excuse about work commitments, forcing him to remain at his office. Then he called last night out of the blue asking if you were free, that he wanted to make it up to you. You gave him the benefit of the doubt, and agreed.

But of course, two hours have gone by without a word. After the first forty five minutes, you convince yourself that he’s still just running late— hoping he’s just caught up in traffic and can’t get to his phone. But once the big hand has surpassed ninety minutes, you’re adamant he’s done it again.

What is it with you always attracting these pathetic jockstraps? They either arrive and end up being the most pretentious, sexist creeps known to man, or they just don’t bother to show up in the first place. And that isn’t even counting the string of failed relationships that follow you like a bad smell. Men who, after only a couple of months, realize that commitment isn’t for them. Or maybe you weren't.

This is your last ditch attempt to find someone, in the hopes he wouldn’t turn out to be a complete jerk. After all, he had reached out to you for a reason— maybe he felt something more, a flicker of attraction you hadn’t picked up on yet? But the longer you sit alone, the more it becomes apparent that you’re destined to sit by yourself forever.

That’s how you ended up here, hidden away in the corner of the room, nursing a large glass of alcohol— or five. You don’t pay attention to anyone coming or going after a while, too preoccupied with your own sorrow to notice him enter.

He notices you though. Shielding yourself from the crowd, melancholy fraught in your features. He wonders what your story is— how you put yourself in full view of people, but still managed to remain so closed off.

He studies you as he sits at the bar, choosing the perfect spot to watch you without looking too conspicuous. Every woman that sidles up against him, batting their long eyelashes and flashing him a little too much cleavage, he politely turns down— nothing about them intrigues him. They have everything on show, thus the mystery he seeks is already gone.

Eventually, when he thinks you are getting ready to leave, he takes a chance and approaches you.

You’re unaware of the man’s presence until he’s stepping up to the table, clutching a full measure of amber liquid. And even through the dim light, his sapphire eyes sparkle, and his wide genuine smile almost blindsides you completely.

You half-expect him to ask if someone is sitting in the empty chair opposite you— ready to watch him walk away with it to the gaggle of women eyeing him up at the next table.

Whatever you imagine he’ll say, or what his voice would sound like in the few brief seconds are nothing compared to the deep husk, or the singular word that falls from his parted lips.

“Hello.”

Smoothing out the satin skirt of your dress, you glance at yourself in the mirror— taking in the intricate way your hair has been styled, and the subtle tones of natural make-up framing your eyes.

This is it. The moment you’ve dreamt of since you were a little girl. You should feel terrified that something could still go wrong— he could still walk away, but somehow the reassurance that’s been forged into your skull over the years reminds you, in his voice, that this is forever. Fate has prepared you for this. Fate has led you to him.

You suck in a huge breath before releasing it through your pursed lips, formed into the shape of an O. You can hear your mom on the other side of the door, her voice muffled but raised slightly as she talks to somebody in the corridor.

“You can’t go in there,” the older woman chastises. You don’t hear the response, if any, but a soft knock at the door gives you a pretty good idea of what it would’ve been.

Slowly, you glide over, pulling the door towards you as your heart hammers away inside your chest. For a moment you’re fearful you might throw up on your gown, but the second you catch sight of Steve’s azure gaze, the feeling subsides as quickly as it came.

He temporarily stands awestruck, before muttering, “Hello,” with the same wide grin that had you smitten the moment he approached you in that bar.

“Hello to you too,” you reply, matching his smile with your own.

“So, I was wondering,” he starts, taking a slow step towards you and holds his arm out for you to take, “if you fancied getting married today?”

You reach forward, hooking your arm through his. “Thought you’d never ask.”

He slowly escorts you back the way he’d come, and you catch sight of your mom tearing up as she steps back to allow you to pass, giving you a proud smile.

As you reach the stairs to take you down to the ceremony, you begin to loosen your grip around Steve’s elbow, but he places his spare hand on top of yours, giving you a light chuckle. “Don’t you let me go now.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

You’re certain the sound of that first tiny cry will stay with you forever— no matter how much time passes or how your memories may dwindle. You’ll hold onto it like the world’s most precious pearl, protecting it with every fibre in your being.

Laying your head against the mountain of pillows behind you, you let your eyes flutter closed for a second, somehow oddly comforted by the muted sound of nurses out in the corridor and beyond, before a deeper, more familiar voice floats amongst them.

“Can I see them now?”

You can hear the anguish in his tone, knowing how desperate he is to make sure you’re both okay after you were whisked away to recovery.

“Yes, of course Mr. Rogers, she’s right in there,” comes a light, friendly reply.

Steve suddenly appears from behind the blacked out door, the worried look etched into his features instantly melting away as his eyes catch yours.

“Hello.”

“Hello Daddy,” you whisper, casting your gaze down at the tiny bundle laid on your chest. Steve moves to stand beside you, and rests his hand gently on your forehead, stroking your temple with the side of his thumb— just like he always does.

“She’s perfect,” he sighs happily.

You glance up, flashing Steve a soft smile, before gazing lovingly back down at the little girl— your precious Pearl— noticing she’s inherited the same beautiful, cerulean eyes from him. “Yes, she is.”

Five years ago, you never would’ve dreamt this is where you’d be.

Steve may have found you sitting alone that night, but there hasn’t been a moment since that he ever left a chair beside you empty.

It’s finally real. I found my fantasy. Remember the day when I heard you say…

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yunjin-lover · 2 years ago

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Morning After

BlackPink Rosè x BlackPink Fem!Reader

Tw: Suggestive

Y/n and Rosè walk into the living room the morning after headlining Coachella, their hands interlocked as they share a loving glance. However, their fellow BlackPink members waste no time in teasing them, knowing full well about their public relationship.

"What's so funny?" Rosè asks with a playful smile, bracing herself for the inevitable teasing.

Lisa smirks, causing Jisoo to giggle. "Y'all had fun last night."

“I bet they did.” Jisoo says.

Jennie chimes in, giggling. "Did you get attacked by a vampire, Y/n? You got stuff all over your neck."

Lisa adds with a snicker, "I think the vampire's name is Rosè."

Y/n playfully gasps, feigning shock as she slaps Rosè's shoulder. "Rosè! You said you left no marks."

Rosè chuckles, raising her hands in defense. "Hey! You were the one telling me to keep going!"

Jennie raises an eyebrow, grinning mischievously. "I bet the car wasn't the only thing Y/n rode last night."

Rosè smirks, her playful side coming out. "It, in fact, was not."

#kpop #blackpink rosè #blackpink #rosè x reader #bp rosè #park rosé #chaeyoung #park chaeyoung

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biscuitblinkeu · 10 months ago

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To be Loved

Fluff • Abuse • Smut

Park Chaeyoung x Fem!reader -> Requested

Word Count: 6885~

Warnings: Mentions of abuse, violence, soft NSFW

Prompt: Soulmate AU with spoice— (reader is shorter than Rosè)

A/N: The long awaited one shot… yeah. I’m on my knees type of sorry for how long this took to get finish. Also, spice starts near the end— SJDHFHDHDJDJ don’t tell me anything about it, just let me fade into existence LOL. It’s not my strong suit, so bear with me. I hope you like some part of it anon! 😭🤞🏽

Soulmates were such a complicated concept. They could be born many years before or after one another; die before meeting; fall in love with someone else— thus breaking their tie; or right out reject their fated pair. They could be halfway across the world, or live in a completely different society than your own.

There were those who didn’t believe in Soulmates, those that thought the system wasn’t fair. But what was fair about fate? It was just a way to bind two people together. Forever. You either got lucky or you didn’t, there’s no in between— soulmates are simply a random occurrence. And the world was too cruel to give everyone the same happiness.

You were one of the few people who didn’t believe in soulmates despite the evidence they were real being all around you. You didn’t believe in the fairytales from poets, the grand, romanticized adventures about those looking for their fated pair, those who traveled across the world, suffered many hardships, and finally, by the wonderful power of destiny, found their other half.

It was all a joke to you. It was unhealthy, too. Imagine spending almost your whole life wishing upon a dazzling shooting star for a soulmate to take you away from the loneliness and the imaginary scenarios, making them true, only to find out they died or broke the tie. Or to pathetically plead to the otherworldly force that created soulmates each year for someone to save you, to love you, for it to not be answered?

It was your own personal experience— something you believed to be a forever thing.

It wasn’t.

The crescent moon grinned down upon you mockingly, its light illuminating the streets. Everyone seemed to always have a destination in mind, somewhere they knew they had to go. You were always lost.

A bitter wind nipped at your face and hands, and you pulled your scarf up more.You looked at the heavy brown-paper bag in your hands and sighed, you had to go back home. Those all familiar feelings bubbled up inside of you once again: hopelessness; fear. These feelings made you hurt, they were empty feelings that just seemed to grow bigger everyday, making it harder for you to have control. You clenched your fists to stop the shaking, even dug your nails into your skin. It didn’t help.

(Even if you did right, you’d still get punished).

That’s how it always started: the trembling. It started from your fingers and made its way through your body till you’re shaking. When you shake you no longer have control of your nerves. If you’ve lost control of your nerves, you get dizzy. Then you’ve lost the ability to breathe properly… and you drown.

You ripped your gaze away from the bag that held bottles of tequila and champagne and forced your feet to move forward. Though, too caught up in trying to prevent yourself from getting overwhelmed, you failed to notice the wild animal scurrying on the sidewalk in front of you. A shriek left you and the bag in your hands dropped as you jumped out of surprise, its contents smashing and spilling out on the floor and your shoes. The smell is strong, and you wrinkle your nose.

There goes your chance at having a peaceful night.

You hope they’ve fallen asleep and forgot. When you’re walking up the driveway you saw that the lights were still on. They’ve just forgotten to turn them off. They’re asleep, you told yourself over and over as you're unlocking the door.

They’re not.

Your mother was still perched on her soulmate’s lap, just as she was when you went out, looking at you expectantly. Your eyes darted to the floor, and a quiet, shaky breath left your lips.

She noticed your hands are empty and her face falls. You could see the burning color appear on her cheeks— she’s angry now, and in front of her soulmate you’ve embarrassed her?

“Excuse me,” she murmured as she slid off his lap. She walked past you, heading to the hallway, and even though she doesn’t verbally tell you to follow her or do any type of gesture, you just know to follow her.

You’re in the hallway, and oh, what a hazardous place to be in. Your eyes darted around the small corridor, taking mental notes of what looked sharp and what could bruise you and what might— “(Y/n).” Her voice was cold and it made you jump, she gave you a what-the-fuck look. “Where are our drinks? Where have you gone to take this long and come back empty handed? Where’s my money? Where has it been spent?” She bombarded you with questions.

“I had them, but…” Should you tell her you were a klutz and dropped it?

Well, you’re unable to anyways. The moment your mom scrunched her nose up with that glint in her eyes you knew what was coming, yet you weren’t ready for it. It was just so fast.

A heavy, hard smack collided with your cheek, knocking you off balance to the ground. The trip wasn’t so smooth as your back dug into the sharp dresser edge on the way. You held your cheek, blinking rapidly as pain assaulted your senses. God, your head was spinning, your ears were ringing, and your face burned. You bit your lip to stop any cries. Tears pricked at your eyes and you refused to look at her, your gaze trained to the polished wood boards.

Your mother has already come up with her scenario, her answer instead of hearing you out. (Not that the outcome would be any different, but maybe less harsh).

“So you decided to drink it yourself, huh?” She scoffed, rubbing at her temples like you were an annoying headache. “I knew I smelt something… You naughty little girl, that was ours!” You still smelt like the alcohol, meaning you must’ve drunk theirs, that’s the only reasonable conclusion, right?

You saw her coming closer to you. She grabbed a handful of your hair and you yelped, forced to stand up. Your legs scrambled for grip underneath you and as soon as it’s gained, it’s lost when your mother’s knuckles collide with your jaw on the same side of the slap. She was not going easy on you, and you deserve it. You deserve this, because this is what you get for not paying attention.

Your vision blurred for a moment and you finally let a cry escape your lips. “Mom!” Your mother rolled her eyes and practically manhandled you to your room, her nails digging into the side of your waist and arm with a bruising grip as she pushed you forward. “Mom! Please stop, it hurts!”

“Good,” she sneered, fingers digging deeper into your skin. You whimpered in agony. “You had one job…couldn’t even do that.” You’re scared, everything hurts, and you're beginning to tremble again, and this time, maybe you’ll welcome the panic if it’ll give you something else to focus on.

She pushed you onto your bedroom floor and snorted at your state. “Go to bed. I don’t want to hear anything from you.” Then she slammed the door, the sound ringing in your ears.

You didn’t have the energy to drag yourself onto your bed, and would rather not risk making things harder for yourself, so you curled up on the ground. The sharp smell of cigarettes lingered in the air, causing your nose to sting, each shallow intake of air more stuttered than the last as you began to weep. The gash on your cheek was painful, and the feeling of a wet sensation let you know that the skin was broken and bleeding.

You can’t do this anymore.

You've seen how hard it is for people with mothers and fathers that aren’t soulmates. The judgment, the uncertainty, the hushed whispers. You’ve experienced it first hand.

Your mom and dad weren’t soulmates, just two people that stopped trying. Ever since your mom found her soulmate (Evan) and broke up with your dad, you were able to see your mom finally in true love, yet your dad was broken. His soulmate, who died before they could meet, awaited him in the afterlife. Not long before they broke up, it was like the Universe decided he had nothing else to live for if not with his soulmate, and he passed.

Since then, Evan stopped you from finishing your studies to stay home and take care of your mom and the expected baby. The miscarriage was highly unexpected, and you’ve been the punching bag since. Your little brother's death was traumatic for them, and they couldn’t come up with a reason why it had to be that way— so it was pushed onto you.

It’s your fault, your mom told you; you should’ve taken care of her better, Evan had said, she was too stressed out because of you. You’ll never find your soulmate, they said, creating the first crack. You're unlovable. Useless. Who could ever love you? You’re here because your soulmate left you.

(It was then you realized you couldn’t rely on a soulmate to save you).

With your studies discontinued, your life plans were shattered. You've been forced to live with your mom since your dad died, having no other place to go. You’ve hopped from job to job, saving up money to leave and get back on track, but they take it away from you anyways. You're stuck.

That’s why you decided to run away.

When Evan and your mom retired to their room, you waited a few hours, then snuck out of your room— for the first time grateful for not having a lock— with a bag packed. You always kept some funds away from your mother, funds she didn’t know about, and today you would use them. The downstairs was quiet, and you made sure to stray away from creaky floorboards. You turned the corner, flinching upon seeing Evan in the kitchen digging through the fridge. You needed to go through the kitchen to get out. His droopy, unkind eyes settled on you.

“Hey,” he said, frowning as he put his cup down. “Aren’t you supposed to be in your room?”

When he took a step towards you, you bolted, running past him and throwing the door open. A moment later the same door flew open, and you realized he was chasing you. “Hey! Fuck— get back here!”

You ran harder, barely getting air into your lungs as you turned corners and ran through streets, bumping into people. When you no longer heard his voice yelling after you, you switched into a slow jog, then a tired walk.

You walked a few blocks, then entered a café to rest.

You glanced around the room, noting how cozy it was. It reminded you of how your grandma’s house would have a homey atmosphere; old family photographs hung proudly on the walls, soft music playing from a record player, and the air scented with something that made you warm. There weren't many customers, and you figured it was close to closing.

You hung your backpack over a chair and sat down, resting your head on the table, taking a much needed break. You would order a drink, but didn’t want to inconvenience the baristas since they were cleaning up. When you felt your eyes closing, you reminded yourself to leave before

they closed.

It wasn’t long before you slipped into a nap, the comforting atmosphere lulling you deeper, and ignored the almost overwhelming feeling in your heart. You ignored the tugging sensation on your index finger too.

“Excuse me,” a voice whispered, accompanied by a soft tap on your shoulder. When you didn’t respond, she lightly shook your shoulder.

You flinched awake and she furrowed her brows. “Hi, I’m so sorry about that. I didn’t mean to scare you, but it’s closing time and…” She trailed off.

You couldn’t believe Rosé from Blackpink, global kpop star and ambassador, was in front of you. You took note of the khaki, bear-printed apron she wore along with a name tag,p: the café’s uniform. But more importantly, why was she so much prettier up close? Her blonde hair was in a ponytail, and a couple strands were left out to frame her face. Her eyes were a soft but narrow shape, giving them a natural innocent look, and her nose was perfectly straight and sculpted. The bit of freckles that graced her nose and cheeks made her even more breathtaking.

The ever so reddening of her cheeks let you know that you were staring far too long.

You quickly stood up and unhooked your backpack from the wooden chair, slinging it over your back. “I’m sorry,” you apologized almost immediately, as if it’s out of habit. Your eyes darted back to the floor, and she felt her heart break.

Something clearly wasn’t right.

“I’ll leave now…thank you for waking me up.” Without waiting for her response you started to walk away, unable to endure her curious gaze any longer. Though, a hand wrapping itself around your wrist stops you in your actions, and prompts a quiet gasp to leave your lips. Her touch was electric. You turned back around, trying not to dwell on the warmth encasing your wrist, and faced her.

Why did she just grab you? She, too, looked shocked. Her cheeks dusted with a light pink as she looked away from you. Did she feel it too?

Looking down, she noticed the harsh blobs of purple and green peeking out from your hoodie sleeve and her heart jumped for a whole different reason. They were shaped like fingerprints— like someone grabbed you violently. At the realization, she was momentarily rendered speechless.

She only had one thing on her mind, and it wouldn't be right if she ignored it. Her eyebrows furrowed, and she looked down briefly before looking you straight in the eyes. Her eyes soft with concern, she asked, “Are you okay?” Immediately, you tensed up. You inhaled sharply, attempting to steady yourself by taking deep breaths. “You’re hurt. Who did this to you?” She pressed.

There it was. You could feel tears building at the corners of your eyes, and she definitely noticed. You tried to speak, but your tongue felt too heavy to form coherent words. “I— I’m…” You're fine? You injured yourself?

“Please tell me, I need to know.” Her voice was stern yet laced with a gently concern. You weren’t getting out of this. Her hand loosened its grip, but didn't fully let go. Did she know you would bolt the moment she did?

Your vision started to blur, and you blinked rapidly against the incoming stream of tears. It’s all you can do to keep yourself together. One part of you wanted to tell her, wanted to spill everything, the other held you back and wanted to tell a lie. You shouldn’t burden her. You could take care of yourself. But you couldn’t bring yourself to utter those words.

Noticing your inner turmoil, Rosé backtracked, and apologies were leaving her mouth in a rapid rush. “Sorry, I’m so sorry. That was very rude of me. I’m Chaeyoung. You are?”

You sniffled, feeling slightly overwhelmed. “…(Y/n).”

She smiled lightly. “(Y/n)? Your name is beautiful, I love it. Now… I know I was really forward just now, but I’m worried about you. I can’t just leave this unattended, I— I want to help you…if that’s alright.”

“Help?” You repeated quietly. The word felt foreign on your tongue, even more so hearing it applied to your situation. Usually people looked the other way, not wanting to get involved or merely too scared to. And you’ve gotten so used to it that you felt you weren’t deserving of help. Now, you bitterly wondered why it took so long to come to you, especially in times of need.

“Yes. Do you want my help?” She asked again, softer.

God, yes. Yes, you want help. You could only nod your head, a quiet sob leaving your lips. You hid your face, self-conscious in front of her. Suddenly, you're engulfed in a warmth, such a comforting embrace, and it only makes the tears fall harder.

“It’ll be okay,” she murmured, letting you cry into her chest. She was taller than you, her chin resting delicately upon the crown of your head. The feeling of being cared for washed over you, easing your stress for a minute, allowing you to take some time to calm down. Her scent filled your lungs, and you could have sworn you smelled a floral mixed with vanilla.

Once you calmed down enough, you pulled away and managed to whisper a hoarse, “Thank you.”

“Of course,” she replied. “Now, can I know what’s going on in order to help you better?”

After that short moment, you told her - a stranger you surprisingly felt you could trust - everything. You told her about your parents, getting chased as you tried to leave the house, and the origin of the bruises. You kept it brief, however, and once you explained the details of your situation she offered to take you to the hotel she was staying at.

You were hesitant to leave the café, fearing your family was searching the streets for you, she called her manager to get the two of you and you waited inside. While waiting, she asked you a few things about yourself and exchanged some things about her.

You learned that she had a “complicated" job that left her restless at night, hence why she was helping out at her friend's café. She was humble to a fault, telling you about her friends and how grateful she is to have the opportunities she has now, too.

It wasn’t long before her manager, a young-looking, friendly woman, greeted you when Chaeyoung opened the car door and the both of you slid in. You’re not good at small talk, but she was a natural at it. It wasn’t long before the conversation flowed freely and you didn’t have to pretend. She made you comfortable.

There was a lull in the air, the only noise being the car’s engine grumbling and the wind whipping by the slightly lowered window. She turned to face you fully, and you shifted in your seat from her gaze. “Do you know who I am?”

You bit your tongue at the question, not expecting it— at least, not this soon. (Was it obvious?) “I do. I mean, I may have seen your face on a few products and billboards.” You pinched at the fabric of your pants, not realizing you were beginning to frown. “Is that okay? I’m not trying to...” Intrude; leach; burden.

She cut your rambling short with a chuckle. “That’s fine,” she assured. “It doesn’t change anything. I want to do this.” It honestly scared her how much she wanted to help you.

She has been warned multiple times about “normal people”.

They’re different, all they see is your fame, you on the stage, what you have and what they don’t.

She has been used because of her kindness, taken advantage of and lied to. Threatened, even. But somehow she knew you weren’t like them. She was acting on a feeling she couldn’t explain.

The feeling she has searched for her whole career, perhaps. She pushed the thought to the back of her brain— it was the least of her worries. Now, she needed to make sure you felt safe.

You expected she stayed at a quality hotel, but just seeing it— such a large, grandice building, was mind blowing. It was nestled between a street lined with high end brands and local restaurants, drawing eyes. Nonetheless, you didn’t feel any envy towards her. You knew she had worked hard to get to this point in life.

You followed closely behind Chaeyoung, the guards at their post by the main entrance, intimating you with their blank expressions and bold stances. They gave her a singular nod as she passed, their eyes lingering on you for a few moments with masked confusion. You smiled wryly, imagining how it must look to others, and readjusted the facemask her manager had given you.

You didn’t want to cause any problems for her.

Chaeyoung was a natural at conversing with people, something you lacked in, greeting the receptionist with a smile and small talk. She had just finished laughing at a joke. “Is there another room available on the same floor as mine?” She asked, glancing at you. You furrowed your brows, confusion reflected in your eyes.

The receptionist clicked around the computer for a moment. “Yes, there is. Are you trying to rent it?”

“I am,” she replied.

“Okay can you state the guest name and residency? Or are you buying it in your name?”

“In my name—“

“No!” You blurt suddenly, coming closer to the counting. You turned to her, shaking your head. “I can…I can pay for it, Chaeyoung. You’ve already done enough for me. I can’t ask you to do anything more.” There was something in your voice, pleading, which caught her off guard. Why were you so against it?

She tilted her head quizzically, her lips pursed together. Oh, she would spoil you. She smiled. “No, I can’t let you do that.”

You were flustered, calculating how much she would have to pay: a whole lot. It was definitely pricey for your current funds, but you didn’t care. You didn’t have to stay long… “But it’s only right—-“

”I want to. So please accept, okay?”

Realizing she wasn’t going to back down, you gave up. (For now). “…You’ll at least let me pay you back after, right?” You really didn’t like owing people.

She pretends to think about it for a moment. “Nope, c’mon.” She grabs the keys from the lady and leads you to the elevator.

The ride was silent, and Chaeyoung didn’t seem bothered by the lack of interaction. On the other hand, she realized you had a lot going through your mind. That much was obvious from your lack of expression.

Once she returned to her suite, she would contact Alice or her family for connections to lawyers. Abuse was a touchy subject, getting you to open up would be difficult…

The suite was luxurious— spacious and lavishly decorated with high-end furniture, plush carpets, and drapery. The living room was furnished with comfortable sofas, armchairs, and a coffee table. The large windows offered breathtaking views of the surrounding city. Further in, the bedroom featured a king-sized bed with premium linens and soft pillows, and the lighting is carefully curated, creating a warm environment. The bathroom had marble floors and walls, a deep soaking tub, and a separate rainfall shower.

You re-entered the living space, completely shook. Wasn’t this too much?

Chaeyoung sat on one of the island chairs, swirling around. “Nice, isn’t it? I recently started booking with this place. They have 24-hour room service and a private chef upon request. There’s also a private lounge, spa, and fitness center— but I hardly have time to use those services anyways...”

“It’s… definitely nice.” You couldn’t begin to imagine the price for one day—

“I’m happy you think so, I want you to be comfortable. Are you hungry?” She was already grabbing her phone as she asked, a pamphlet in her hand.

You shook your head, only to be betrayed by your stomach rumbling. She laughed, and the sound made your heart stutter in your chest without warning. She had a cute smile on her face as she beckoned you over. “Not hungry, hm?” She teased.

“Maybe a little,” You said then, your face heating up slightly due to the embarrassment. She smiled wider, typing in the Suite’s website and clicking on food service.

“What would you like? This place is really famous for their pastas and stews, but they have almost everything here.” She started listing off items, going from the most popular to the lesser popular dishes (they’re all expensive either way). Halfway through the selections you stopped her, finding a simple meal that was the least expensive yet filling.

“Can you add the pho and salad to the order? I’m paying for it. You don’t need to spend more than necessary on me.” A stranger.

She frowned at that. “But I’m treating you, still.”

“I know…but you’ve really done enough for me. I can’t ask for more,” you were adamant.

“You can,” She emphasized. “In fact, I want you to. And I don’t want to make you uncomfortable, but I was the one who wanted to bring you here, and I have more money than I know what to do with, so let me pay for your things, please. I want to do this, let me take care of you.”

You bit into your tongue, mulling over the situation. You knew at this point she wouldn’t let anything go, she’d just insist, and insist, and insist, coaxing you to comply with her lovely smile, and her kind eyes, and her gentle tone that never fails to have you feeling so warm.

“Okay, fine,” You said, and immediately a smile was pulling at her lips, that cheerful mood she had before coming back as soon as it faded. “On one condition: you at least let me pay for the food— yours too.”

“But—”

“I need to do something useful, Chaeyoung. It’s killing me, so just this once, please.”

“Alright,” she reluctantly agreed, almost hesitant to even let you type in your card for the order. “Just this once, and this time only.”

“Yes, yes, thank you,” You finally smiled.

The hotel staff didn’t take long preparing your orders, which is likely expected of such a fancy place like this. The servers came in with a trolly and placed the meals on the table. It looked and smelt delicious, and you and Chaeyoung ate right away.

Sometime while eating, Chaeyoung called for your attention. “Hey, (Y/n)?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you believe in soulmates?”

You paused, bringing the utensil away from your mouth. You took in a breath, steeling your emotions. “No.”

She almost choked. “Can I ask why not?”

At that question you became quiet. Even more so than before. Soulmates— there it is again.

Everyone seems to talk about soulmates; finding their perfect someone, and it seems Chaeyoung is one of them. “I don’t.” You answered, smiling wryly. “A long awaited destiny finding your other half? It’s…it’s really nothing but a fairytale.”

“Oh. Yeah… I guess it’s a little childish.” Once you saw her expression drop more, that look of concern on her face, you glanced away and started stuffing your cheeks with rice again. You shouldn’t feel guilty for opposing the idea— everyone’s entitled to their own options, yet the crestfallen look on her face gave you a pang to your heart. You felt you needed to explain why, and you did.

“No,I didn’t mean it like that… it’s not childish to believe in. I just— I know they’re real; and it’s great if you find yours and you’re happy,” you began, finding it hard to express yourself. “I just think the system isn’t fair.” What you didn’t say, however, is that sometimes it’s a waste of hoping and dreaming. You’re bound to get tired of it, to give up after a while. And giving up hurts the most, because it means accepting you won’t have that happiness.

“I see,” She murmured, given your response. She smiled again, but you could tell it was lacking. “Well, let’s finish eating. The food is getting cold.“

“Right.” You both ate in silence after that. The mood was heavy, filled with awkwardness, uncertainty, and just— something. You didn’t understand why, however. Why is she so caught up on that rare concept? Why does she care if you believe in it or not? You really couldn’t understand her.

Chaeyoung was standing outside the door, returning to her own suite. “I sent you a text from my real number. If you need anything— don’t hesitate to call me, no matter the time. I’m just down the hallway.”

“Okay,” you nodded. Then she left you alone to your own devices.

You decided going to sleep would be the best course of action. You avoided checking your phone, worried that even though you’ve turned off your location they’d still find you.

Just sitting on the king-sized bed made you drowsy, and you were glad Chaeyoung was helping you, because it surely made you feel safer. It wasn’t long before your eyes grew heavy and your breathing evened out, and you were happy to sleep peacefully.

However, it was short lived by rapid-paced banging on the door. Still in the bedroom, you heard the door knob jiggling aggressively, and a few murmured voices. You flinched, immediately reached for your phone to dial a number. It rings twice before she picks up. “Hello? Chaeyoung?” You call anxiously, circling your knees up to your chest as you sit on your bed.

“Yeah?” She answers lightly, her voice evident of sleep, and as much as you’d hate to rip her from her sleep, even if she said she didn’t mind, but you had a problem.

“Someone’s—someone’s banging on my door. I don’t know what to do. What if they get inside? What if it’s my mom? What if they hurt me? I tried calling the security but I got no answer. I’m scared.”

“Okay, okay. Calm down. I’ll be over there right away. Stay in your room for now, okay?” Chaeyoung hurried down the hallway, mindful to not keep you waiting.

In front of your door, a man in a suit slumped against the wall, the hotel staff fussing over him. “Sir, you’re drunk! You’re disturbing our guests, this is not your room. Let us…”

She let out a sigh of relief, knowing the problem wasn’t serious— but still felt tense knowing you weren’t aware of the situation. When the staff got the man off his butt, she knocked on your suite door. “It’s just me. I’m coming in, okay?” With that, she cracked open the door slowly. Her heart nearly stopped when she saw you curled up into a tight ball, crying softly in your bed. Without hesitation, she walked over to the corner of your room where you sat, taking a seat beside you. You leaned back into her arms with a sniffle, looking at her with tears welling up in your eyes. The sight made her want to hold you tighter. “Hey,” she whispered, rubbing your back. “It was just a confused man, he had mistaken the room number.”

“…Really?” You sniffled and pulled away slightly, half-embarrassed you’re relying on her again, half not wanting to leave her arms. She made you feel safe.

“Yes, the staff took care of it right away. I’m sorry you had to experience that…” She was frowning, frustrated it had to be your room, that you were probably scared out of your sleep because of it, and that it might’ve resurfaced some of your trauma. It pulled on her heartstrings seeing you so shaken up and anxious.

“Oh,” you nodded, instantly feeling calmer at the news. “That’s good.”

“It is,” she agreed.

You quietly cleared your throat, realizing the death grip you had on her shirt. Heat spreaded across your nape and face. In front of Chaeyoung, you felt like a middle schooler with a crush all over again. “Thank you,” you mumbled.

“For what?” She asked.

You fiddled with your fingers unconsciously, avoiding her soft gaze. Did she truly not know? “For coming here— for everything.”

Chaeyoung wanted to shake her head and deny it— she did it out of her own violation, afterall, but instead accepted your gratitude. “Of course.”

Something has been on her mind for a while— your presence demanded her full attention; and despite not knowing each other for more than two days, you’ve managed to make her a mess— she felt like she'd do anything for you.

“What’s that on your finger?” She asked, her voice a low murmur. It was a red string, tied into a neat little bow, the other linking end tightly wound around her own finger. Her lips parted in shock, realization donning her features.

“What do you…?” You looked at your finger, only for your words to die in your throat. You stared at the foreign string, heart pounding in your chest and blood rushing in your ears. It couldn’t be.

“You’re my soulmate,” she murmured, sounding so undeniably happy.

“No…” you whispered, shaking your head. It was useless, though, because the evidence was there. You suddenly felt the need to escape Chaeyoung’s embrace— your soulmates embrace. Before you could attempt to get any farther, another step— there were a pair of arms quickly wrapping around you, pulling you against a familiar chest in a tight, tight, tight embrace. It's warm, unyielding, and you were trapped completely— you couldn't get away even if you fought. "Chaeyoung," you started, sucking in shaky breaths, trying to not get drunk by the close proximity. "Y-You said I'm—I'm yours. Your—soulmate?" You get out, half coherent and half blubbering.

She understood you nonetheless, and hummed in acknowledgment, holding you a little bit tighter. "I did," She confirmed. You hadn't even realized that you’d started crying— but you were, and there are hot tears streaming down your cheeks. They're salty, and they're bitter with disappointment, yet above all they're filled with relief.

You’re soulmates, she said.

The rare, one-time chance concept of being a fated pair— having someone in the world that was meant for you and you alone, your complete significant other, where the world pulled you toward them until that bond is broken by choice. It was a lot to process, and it changed just about everything, but—

“I’m here, and we can take this at whatever pace you want. I know it’s hard, very sudden, but… I want this. I want you, if you're willing to accept me.”

…. ⚠️

“You look so beautiful tonight,” Chaeyoung told you, following behind you to your shared bedroom, admiring the way your dress hugged your body. It was a black fitted dress that showed off your shoulders and figure. Your hair was tied up loosely with a pink ribbon.

She changed after the show, wearing something much more comfortable, but still looked amazing.

You flushed, beginning to take your jewelry off at the vanity. “That’s the fifth time you’ve told me that,” you said, a smile present on your face. “But thank you, it makes me really happy. I should say I couldn’t take my eyes off you when you were dancing. It made me….” You trailed off, finding it too bold to confess. Over the course of six months, she’s worked her way into your heart almost effortlessly, supporting and loving you every step of the way. Everyday you're grateful that you were able to meet, even if the way you met wasn’t romantic.

“Made you what?” Rosie stood behind you and rested her hands on your hips. Unable to help herself, she bent down to kiss your exposed neck. You closed your eyes, sighing softly as she kissed the side of your throat. “It’s embarrassing,” you muttered, and she sank her teeth into your skin, causing you to gasp. “Ah— Chaeyoung…”

“Tell me, baby.” Her voice held that tone again, the one that had you shivering under her touch, aching for more.

Knowing you couldn’t convey it through words, you turned around in her arms and wrapped your own around her neck, pressing a soft kiss to her lips as you remembered how she moved to some of their songs’ sensual choreographies and the control she had while doing so. She kissed back, deep and languid. Her palm was hot, sliding over your curves and leaving behind a searing sensation. You broke away from the kiss, your breath coming out ragged as you looked into her eyes, her pupils dilated. “That’s how you make me feel,” you whispered into the little space between you.

She responded by pulling you into another heated kiss. The vibrations of your moans against her mouth made her heart hammer in her chest as she began to lift your dress up slightly, wanting to feel your thighs on her hands again.

Breath hitching roughly in her throat, Chaeyoung felt the tip of your tongue flick at the seam before sliding across its full length. She let you push your tongue past her lips, feeling herself losing herself in the moment, completely surrendering to the sensations coursing through her. (Kissing you seemed to do that to her).

Lips sliding and pressing against each other, tongues touching and tangling, you felt weak in the knees. You squeezed her arm, “Chaeyoung,” you said in between kisses, tugging at her shirt.

She groaned, the breathy sound of her name and the authoritative, low tone coming from you sent tingles rippling down her spine and left her feeling lightheaded.

With one last lingering kiss, she pulled away and led you to the bed by your hand. You laid down first, reaching for her and pulling her towards you. She crawled onto the bed after you, kissing you again. Your fingers played with her hair, combed gently through the locks. “This feels good,” you said quietly, tilting your head for more access, feeling a sense of contentment, desire, and love welling up inside of you. You felt her pause and smile against your skin.

While busying herself with making pretty marks on your neck, her fingers traced along your bare thigh, making you writhe beneath her, and she reveled in how sensitive you were to her touch.

She groaned at the slight tug from your fingers threading themselves in her hair as she continued to kiss your neck. “We can stop anytime...”

"No,” You said almost too quickly, gasping when you felt her bite you lightly, teeth nipping at your neck before a tongue soothed the area. "Please, don't stop.” You were ready to go all the way tonight.

Chaeyoung’s heart could burst out of her chest in that moment, knowing that you were ready for the next step, that between soulmates it would make the bond even stronger. She made her way up and kissed you again, now with a fever and tenderness that had a growing hunger.

Your fingernails dug into her back when she darted her tongue slow and deep across the roof of your mouth— in and out, over and over, in a way that made you instantly imagine her mouth traveling elsewhere. The idea alone got you riled up.

"Chaeyoung, please.." you gasped against her lips as another wave of heat circled through your abdomen and pulsed between your legs.

"We've got time, my love," She slotted a leg between your thighs, pressing against your center purposefully. “I'm all yours tonight." Her hand slipped between your bodies, hiking up your mini-dress just enough for her to have access to your lace panties.

You gasped and tightened your grip in her hair, subconsciously bucking your hips the moment her fingers brushed across your center. A wave of pleasure overtook your body, and you could feel her edging to dip her fingers lower. It wasn’t long before she felt how soaked you were, how wet she made you, forcing a stifled moan from her throat that vibrated against your lips. You whimpered, tightening your thighs around her hand at the sound.

Knowing what you needed, she quickly discarded your underwear, and dipped a finger in you, making you shudder and squirm. Giving you a few moments to adjust, she watched your face for any signs of discomfort before pumping in and out. You lifted your hips off the bed to meet her pace, her finger reaching deeper with each slow, tantalizing pump.

You could barely think straight with how intense everything suddenly became, and it only intensified as she added a second finger, pumping faster. There was a coil building in your stomach, moments away from snapping. “Chaeyoung— I’m gonna—” You panted heavily, your face burning, eyes closed tightly. With every stroke, your walls contracted tightly around her finger, making her curse under her breath. "Fuck, love. You're so tight... Are you close?”

You nodded against her shoulder frantically, nails digging into her back.

“Then come for me,” she murmured, adding her thumb in the mix to push you over the edge, her fingers relentless, as you arched forward, the pressure in your lower stomach building to such an extent you couldn’t hold back anymore. Your whole body trembled, incoherent words and moans leaving your mouth, your entire body shaking as an orgasm ripped through you.

All the while Chaeyoung slowed the pace, your body writhing underneath her hand as she pumped in and out, her fingers gliding across your sensitive spot as she watched you come apart for her, helping you ride it out. She felt breathless, and absolutely loved seeing you like that; all flushed and sweaty, needy for her. You're her Angel— her soulmate.

She kissed you, slow and sweet. “There, love. I’ve got you,” she cooed softly. “I love you, you did so well.”

You reached up, cupping her cheeks, loving the way your soulmate looked at you. “Just give me a moment,” you said, smiling. “It’ll be your turn next.”

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NOW LOADING. . . YOUR FIRST MEETING

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✎ the daughters of aphrodite begin their stories OR where the goddesses of love find their one true lover in your first life ✎ yandere!goddess!pinks x fem!reader

disclaimer: This is not in any way shape or form a representation of Jisoo, Jennie, Rosè, Lisa, or Blackpink as a whole. All reactions, actions, thoughts, words, and general emotions are fiction and created by me. The behavior shown in these reactions is toxic and unhealthy, but fantasized romantically for simply that, fantasy. None of this should be taken seriously or sought after in real life, or performed. please do not romanticize this behavior/mindset in real life as it is unhealthy and toxic, and if you or anyone you know is in such an environment, should be taken out of immediately. Again, this blog is purely fiction, and all acts taken place in this blog should remain so. ↳ None of my characters, yandere or otherwise, will ever nor would ever perform, act, or consider sexual activities of any sort without consent. full stop. Any and all sexual acts are done with the full consent of all parties taking place. i will never, ever, ever write otherwise or even consider writing otherwise. ↳ some AUs for the yandere!blackpink reactions will be based on other folklore/mythology. (yandere!goddess , etc) these reactions will not be accurate to the true mythology/folklore but rather variations and adaptions made to assist the reaction/world of the reaction.

warning⁽ˢ⁾ ! ⤷ manipulative behavior / profanity / yandere themes / unhealthy obsession / possessiveness / abuse of power / inaccurate mythology references (i tried my best) / sorta love at first sight but not really / mentions of war / mentions of poisoning / mentions of death

⤷ heyyy so this is really long lol I'm so so sorry - daisy

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"But think of the damage they will cause!" Zeus argues from his throne, glancing around at the other eleven Olympians, who all seem to be arguing against him in some form. "We all know what they are already capable of, even with the restrictions put on them, and now you wish for us to freely grant them their full, unrestrained, power?"

"Of course, we know, Husband, but we can't hold this off for eternity." Hera sighs, toying with her staff, annoyed at her husband's stubbornness. "Even if we have the power to, it creates a nuisance for us every time their fated one dies and we must hide their reincarnation. All of the elaborate schemes to hold off the inevitable, aren't we simply being foolish?"

"Foolish?" Zeus bellows as Hera says the word, yet the goddess queen simply sends her husband an unimpressed look. "You dare—"

"Brother," Hades interjects before his brother's pride causes the argument to remain at a standstill for another century. "Hera is correct. No need to act so proud."

"How could you say that after what you must deal with now? With this ongoing mess created by your sons?"

"Yes, they've created many messes for me. I even feel little shame now sneaking into the Asphodel Fields to find the wrongly punished souls of their love rivals." The death god leans back into his throne, sharing the annoyed feeling in the room, directed at his youngest brother. "Don't interrupt me, brother. Listen to what I am saying."

"My sons are possessive by nature. They are chaos bringers by nature. That much we have always known. But it would be ignorant to believe that our restriction of not only their powers but of their lovers has had no bearing on their actions, if not the main force behind their actions."

"And what do you mean by that?" Zeus' eyebrows furrow deeper, the lines on his face becoming stronger.

"It's quite simple, Father." Athena steps into the conversation finally, bored of how long this has taken. "We didn't realize back then how much of a mistake locking their emotions would be. As we've seen with Uncle's own sons, their powers are mastered and they care very little for the outcome of receiving what was held back of it. But their lovers? It's quite obvious that they had grown restless without them, and would sacrifice anything for them."

"Now, they are the Sons of the Underworld and their personalities weren't already inherently possessive and obsessive, like the Daughters of Love. But look at how they turned out. So before we are doomed to an even bigger mess than we all already know this will be, release them!" Athena's voice bounces off the walls at the end of her speech, and Aphrodite sips the wine in her hand, courtesy of Dionysus.

"What of you? You are their mother and you have yet to speak." Zeus faces the goddess as she passively sips her blood-red wine, unfazed at the argument.

"I have spoken of this many times, in fact, I've grown quite tired of speaking of it." Aphrodite sighed, handing her empty glass back to Dionysus before righting her posture and adjusting the jewelry she wore. "Although, if only to make you quit your dawdling, I will repeat my sentiments once again. Luckily, the other Olympians are much more sensible and have voiced most of everything but I will say it as well."

"You are afraid that they will make the same mistakes you did, and that we will enter another age of heroes in this new, modern day. However, they are unable to love anyone other than their fated ones Even if they should choose not to choose them, they are unable to love another. But, as we all know, even with their limited knowledge, of their fated ones hidden in the past, they choose them. The only mistake being made is you dragging this on and on."

Zeus begins to turn red in his face at the calm insults the goddess spoke towards him, whilst Hera hid a smile behind her hand. Ares, on the other hand, was much less composed breaking out into loud chuckles, once again cutting Zeus off from throwing a tantrum.

"So we all agree! Wonderful, let's wrap this up now then!" Athena looks at her brother with a disappointed stare, unsurprised by his lack of decorum in front of the King of Olympus.

Zeus sits back with a sigh, finally resigned to the argument. "Fine. Aphrodite, go seek the Oracle as that is where I have hidden the identities of their fated ones. Brothers, join me as we form the key to their shackles."

༝༚༝༚

Aphrodite hums as she walks through the field of her eldest daughter's domain, taking in the lovely scenery. All of the gods and goddesses had beautiful domains, from Persephone and Hades' Underworld castle to Zeus's Heaven Abode at the top of Olympus. But perhaps she was biased to see her daughters as the most beautiful, with the domains encapsulating exactly who they were, with the added bonus of being completely connected with each other, ensuring her daughters were never too far apart.

Jisoo's Endless Forest Abode, is a wonderous, seemingly never-ending expanse of land filled with large, towering trees, both from the human plane and Fae types, followed by large expanses of fields filled with wildflowers galore. And all around the lands were plants gifted from fellow gods and hybrids created from the Fae's experimentation.

And standing proud in the center of it all, Jisoo's cabin-like castle.

Its wooden exterior was built from the strongest trees, gifted by Demeter, built from blueprints gifted and watched over by Hephaestus, even though his original displeasure he had for his stepdaughters, which he soon got over. Its interior is a grand cabin-like home, perfectly suited to her daughter and decorated with marks of the time she's spent with both gods and humans.

The grass tickles Aphrodite's feet as she nears the home, smiling at the birds fluttering through the trees, encouraged by the dryads nearby.

"Jisoo! My dear, are you home?" The Olympian calls out as she nears, smiling when the grand doors open to reveal her daughter.

"Mother!" Jisoo smiles brilliantly, her gorgeous lilac dress floating around her with the gentle breeze blowing through. "I wasn't expecting you. I thought there was a meeting on Mount Olympus."

"There was, in fact, I just came here after its conclusion. Something I'm sure you will be more than happy to hear of." Aphrodite reaches her hand out, tugging her daughter out. "Walk with me for a moment."

Jisoo's smile falters as she falls in step with her mother, bare feet padding through the soft grass. "Has something happened? Are we required on Olympus?"

"No, although I believe you will be pleased with what has happened." She turns, pulling her to a stop she they can properly discuss. "Zeus has finally agreed to allow you and your sisters' freedom from your shackles."

Jisoo's eyes widen and tears begin to line them as the news passes through her. She was finally being released, she would no longer long for one whom she had never known. No longer would she have to find a semblance of comfort in another, desperate to feel what was taken from her. She was finally being granted you.

"...Really?" Her voice is breathy as she asks, hands shaking with anticipation.

Aphrodite pulls out a key, golden in color and humming with power.

"Really." She goes to unlock the cuffs before pulling back, almost flinching from the glare her daughter sends her as she does. "Once I do this, I need you to swear to listen to everything I need to say before you leave on your search. I know where she is, and I will tell you, but there is more you will need to know."

"I swear, Mother. Please." Jisoo watches carefully as her mother brings the key to her wrists, the key sinking through the gold as though it was made of water before pulling out and the shackle turns to golden clouds. It floats off her hand, exactly like the ones above her head as the second shackle follows.

Jisoo staggers back as she feels it, sinking into her skin the way the bracelets once sunk into her wrists.

Power.

Unrestrained, complete power. The ichor in her veins hummed as her emotions intensified, magic swirling within her collecting in her chest and pressing, begging to be released. To have her gain control of the lovers below.

Jisoo was not unfamiliar with the feeling of power, of its strength, of its weight. But she had never felt power like this. And then she finally felt the full brunt of it.

The longing in her gut, for you. She had to have you, had to find you and hide you away so she could never lose you again. She missed you, without ever knowing you.

And she loved you, before she even knew your name.

Aphrodite's voice brings her out of her revelation, revealing to her that she had fallen to her knees in front of the goddess. Jisoo gazes up at her as she speaks.

"I know, but now you must listen. Because there is much more that you must know."

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Jennie's pearlescent, underwater castle is where Aphrodite goes next. She wades deeper into the large ocean, falling under the waves and going deeper still, the rising sun creating a dappled path for her toward her daughter's home. Moon Jellyfish gather more and more as she grows closer, her daughter's animal counterpart, beautifully ethereal creatures. Glowing and gentle appearances as they float, with soft stings that feel like dangerous kisses upon one's skin rather than attacks, protected fiercely by her daughter and in turn, all of the creatures of the ocean.

A giant octopus peers out from behind a boulder, watching the goddess as she drifts closer to her daughter's home, its body slowly morphing to match the color of the rock. A small school of clownfish swims by, brushing the goddess sweetly before surrendering to the currents, and a sea turtle flows in the same current a slight way above.

"Jennie! Come out, my darling!" Aphrodite calls out and the mother of pearl doors open, the second eldest of the four rushing out of her home.

"Mother! What are you doing here?" Jennie smiles wide, and her cheeks become round like the dumplings she and Chaeyoung would share in the evenings of every Thursday. "Are you alright? Everyone was saying the meeting in Olympus was going badly."

Aphrodite's lips twitch as a bloom of small moon jellies floats by her. "Who was saying that?"

"Well, I was at Lisa's palace this morning since I needed some fresh volcanic flower ash —long story— and some spirits were talking about how thunder could be heard rumbling even from deep in the mountains. Has something happened? Should we be preparing for something?" Jennie glanced at the gates around her home, wondering if she would again need to improve their defenses.

"No, my dear. Well, not for war at least." The goddess is quick to reassure her daughter, opening her hand to show the key that she holds. "Rather, you should be preparing for a different type of journey."

Jennie's eyes locked on the key, the realization shocking her, a joyous noise clawing at her throat, holding back the hope blooming in her chest. Yet she made not a noise and for a moment it seemed the rest of the ocean quieted. Silenced as the young goddess anticipated her mother's explanation, an explanation she already knew.

"Zeus has finally agreed. You, along with your sisters will finally have freedom. You will finally have it, your power, your love."

Jennie goes numb, she didn't even know what she was feeling. Joy? Restlessness? Vindicated? Impatient? The millennia that had passed with that damn curse on her wrists flashed before her eyes as her legs collapsed. Aphrodite watched, amazed at the similarity between her and her elder sister.

"Hurry," Jennie begs her mother, standing abruptly to offer her wrists to her. "Hurry Mother. Please, free me."

Aphrodite smiled holding Jennie's hand instead, to ask her what she would ask each of her daughters. "I will, I swear to you, you will never be chained again. But first, my child, you must swear something to me. I need your word that you will uphold what I am about to ask of you."

"I swear. Whatever it is, simply say it Mother, I swear it to you." Jennie's eyes are solemn and heavy with the honesty shown through desperation.

"I know where she is. Yes, she." Aphrodite starts, holding up a hand to stop her daughter from asking more. "I will tell you everything, but understand that it is much more complex than it seems. So swear to me, when I unlock you and tell you where she is before you leave on your search, listen to everything I must tell you. Everything."

"...I give you my word." Jennie nods, understanding the deadly serious undertone in her Mother's words.

The key lowers, and upon contact with the shackle on Jennie's right wrist, it sparks, like flint to stone. A fire blooms under the water, scaring the marine life that surrounds the two goddesses. The bright lights burn Jennie, yet the determination the goddess feels numbs it until she can only sense the slight tickle of the flame. This pain was temporary, and she would heal anyway. The second shackle burns away and it hits her.

It courses through her, fire in her veins filled with gold and for a moment Jennie melts under the heat. Maybe that pain wasn't temporary, maybe it was stronger than she thought. Maybe she loved the feeling of it, of the power she now had in the palm of her hands.

Jennie thought she knew the true power of love. Even when she did not have her full control she thought she knew. She'd seen the wars over time, the eras born from them, she'd seen destruction but now she knew. She had never really understood it, not until now. If she wanted, a flick of her finger could cause the end of the world. She could blink, and destroy life as it was, making everyone tear each other apart.

To control love, was to control power itself.

The fire sinks in further and melts away everything, and Jennie is left with only you.

A you that she can't even picture, you she knows nothing of. A you she loves with her whole immortal heart. A you that she craves to touch, to hold, to please. She wants to know what makes you smile, and what your smile looks like. She wants to be the one to make you smile, at her only.

She wants you.

"Mother..." Jennie stares at Aphrodite and the goddess is shocked at the change she sees in her eyes. "Tell me everything. Tell me where she is. Let me reach her."

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Flying was not one of Aphrodite's favorite pastimes. Hephaestus had crafted her an enchanted chariot to help lessen her disdain, given how often she must spend in the clouds to go to Olympus, her daughter's home, or even her own. And yet, even as she stands in the enchanted gold steed. Aphrodite simply preferred using her magic to appear where she was needed, flying was much too tedious. But appearing in her daughter's home was much too difficult, given that the palace itself was made of clouds that would only solidify to marble if Chaeyoung willed them so.

But the skies were beautiful, as always. Even gods find the world within clouds to be a form of beauty only found when one can truly float weightlessly amongst them. If only it wasn't so damn messy. Aphrodite didn't know how her daughter made it seem so elegant and charming. Instead, the goddess was fighting her own hair and ducking at any bird that came just a little too close. It's when Aphrodite is ducking low in the carriage to hide from a flock that flew nearby that she hears the flapping of large wings.

"Mother, are you having some trouble?"

Aphrodite twists around, being met with her daughter and her cocky smile as she flies alongside the chariot casually, the wings on her back allowing her to hover leisurely.

"Don't be smug." Aphrodite scolds, yet the bite of it is taken away as she lowers more when a bird swoops low quickly. "You shouldn't laugh at your mother."

"I'm not...laughing." Chaeyoung grins as she speaks, clearly holding back her giggles. "Maybe a little."

"Maybe a lot. Brat." Aphrodite goes to stand, immediately ducking down again as another bird flies by. "Why are there so many birds?"

"It's migration season, Mother."

"Well, hurry up and make your castle appear!" The elder goddess glares at her daughter who leisurely waves at the passing flock. Chaeyoung points ahead with a crooked smile on her face. "It's been right in front of you this whole time. See you inside!"

Aphrodite's chariot lands on the clouds that make up the 'front lawn' of her daughter's now marble castle as Chaeyoung's cloud-like wings float away. The Goddess of Desire smiles as she grabs her mother's hands, pulling her inside the grand home.

An aura floats into the living room as the goddesses sit, offering to bring some wine or fruit, but Aphrodite quickly shuts her down, leaning forward in her chair.

"My dear daughter, we have something of the utmost importance to speak of." She turns to the aura. "Please ensure we remain undisturbed for the remainder of our conversation. You are dismissed."

The aura bows before leaving, closing the doors as she goes. Cheayoung stands up, beginning to pace as she assumes the worst. She always was quite paranoid. "What happened? Has one of my sisters been injured? No, I'd know if they were, I'd feel it too. Have they been punished for something? Zeus is always too harsh with us..."

"Alright, stop before he smites you. That's not it, it's good news." The goddess holds up the key, the celestial gold feeling lighter without the burden of two locks. Only two more were left, the lock made of earth, and the lock made of water.

She pulls away the key quickly as Chaeyoung reaches for it. "Ah, hold on! If you touch it it'll burn you, permanently. I have to be the one to do it."

"Mother, I love you but I've waited an eternity for this, so please pardon me," Chaeyoung breathes out harshly, chest rising and falling as though any semblance of breath has left her. "Hurry up!"

Aphrodite lets out a 'tsk'. Lalisa was the only one more paranoid than her, but Chaeyoung was definitely the most impatient in life. "I will, I swear. But I made your other sisters promise me this before I unlocked them, and now you must swear it to me as well."

"Mother, please!" Chaeyoung starts, quickly stopping as Aphrodite glares at her. "I'm sorry. Please, continue."

"I know everything. Where she is, how to find her, who she is, everything. But this situation is complicated and will take some explaining. So before you go ravaging the Earth looking for her, you must let me explain everything, calmly."

"I swear, Mother. I do." Chaeyoung holds out her wrists after swearing, although completely earnest in her promise. The key meets her shackle, and the one on her right wrist crumbles to dust, falling through the solid marble floor to meet the earth down below. The second one follows and Chaeyoung crumbles to her knees with it.

Much like her other sisters, Chaeyoung was immensely powerful. Being a god of love guaranteed it, as love conquered all, being good or evil didn't matter, if you controlled love, you won. She always saw it as that, an eternal game of chess where she could do whatever she wished. She could change her pawns or her colors, or even make new ones at the flick of her finger. But now, now she could create a whole new chessboard. She could destroy whatever or whoever she wished, she controlled it all anyway.

The power she held? She could do anything. She could bend the cosmos simply on a whim.

And you. Her perfect, perfect lover, destined for her heart and soul. She could do everything for you. She will do everything for you. You belonged to her and she would find you, make you hers. She could bend the cosmos for you if only to make you smile.

"Where is she? Please, Mother, tell me."

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Volcanoes were surprisingly peaceful. Many humans found volcanoes terrifying and viewed them as destruction in physical form. With its walls made of hardened magma, enclosing the molten lava within. Lava that could burn down an entire city, and melt even the hardest of stones, or spread and create new land, much like Lalisa herself.

But volcanoes were peaceful in a way only gods could understand, and survive. Heat that envelops everything, and creates a silence that can't be found elsewhere. Rivers of magma and waterfalls of lava rush, a sound eerily similar to real waterfalls. Volcanoes were an oasis of fire, perfect for an immortal home.

Aphrodite walks barefoot across the moat of lava to reach the large stone castle within. Volcanic flowers bloomed around the castle, untouched by the burning lava that trailed down the sides of the walls. Fire spirits rose from the pool of magma, entering the palace as some left, hurrying to accompany Aphrodite.

The goddess steps onto the hardened magma in the center of the volcano, smiling as the gates of the palace open before her to reveal her youngest daughter running out.

"Mother! You're here!" Lalisa smiles widely as she calls out, colliding with the goddess in a tight hug. "To what do I owe the pleasure of your presence? You hardly ever leave Olympus, much less to visit here."

"My apologies for that, darling daughter." Aphrodite smiles sheepishly as she apologizes. "However, I do return to you bearing gifts."

The golden key, now feeling extremely light, is revealed to Lalisa, and she seems to freeze in place. Not only her, the spirits all stop, staring at the elder goddess and the simple key she held. A key that could finally turn the lonely volcanic home, slightly less lonely.

"Mother, is that..." Lalisa trails off, scared to fully say what she was thinking, scared of the hope building in her chest. Scared of how fragile that hope had become after all this time, she couldn't handle another rejection.

"It is. It's real this time."

Lalisa blinks. Once. Twice. Three times. She'd been waiting for this for so long, and now it was here. Her freedom. Her chance to find you.

Lalisa loved her volcanic home, she spent most of her time here instead of the mortal world, unlike her sisters. She craved her solitude. But oh, how she wished even more to have that solitude with you. Someone she knows will fit next to her like the final puzzle piece. Someone she knows she will love forever, and never let go. Not when she'd finally have you in her arms, all to herself. Wordlessly, and with bated breath, Lalisa holds out her wrists, the fetters glinting innocently in the light of the lava within the walls.

But instead of a golden key a hand covers her wrists, and she looks up to see her mother smiling at her. "Wait just a moment. I have more to say yet."

An unpleasant glare falls across the young goddess's visage, but she holds her tongue. She gestures for her mother to continue, but the tick of her jaw alerts the goddess of her daughter's impatience.

"Fret not, Dear. I only have a few more things to say." Aphrodite smiles passively. "I require an oath from you, my child. Swear that you will listen to me, and heed the words I speak to you. Swear that when I release you, you will wait until I have finished my say. For I can swear to you that I can assist you in your quest. I can give you everything you need to know, who she is, where she is, everything. But there is more to this than you know, and you must swear that you will let me explain it all to you."

"I swear, Mother. I swear it all. So please..." Lalisa's voice trembles as she says the soft plea, her words quick, willing to say anything if it meant she'd have you.

Aphrodite smiles and gives a nod, whispering a pleased, "Good girl."

The goddess of love brings the key to her youngest daughter's wrist, letting the key graze against the first shackle, the metal conforming into water. The celestial gold drips off her wrist as Lalisa shakes with the power entering her bones. She wonders for a moment if this was how she was always meant to feel before Zeus decided to meddle. And as she falls to her knees, already vibrating with power, her mother's unfazed demeanor sends a shock of fright to her. Had her sisters done this too? Would she be crushed before she could do anything else?

The second fetter melts away and Lalisa has to clench her teeth tight to keep from screaming out. A low, keening groan still sounds deep in her thoughts as she feels the immeasurable burn of power entering her.

Lalisa recalled the time she fell into the lava pool, her immortal skin blistering immediately and the magma scalding her over in a kiss meant for death. Though it was painful, terribly so, she remained unharmed, the burns healing and pain fading. This power felt like that. Except, Lalisa knew the pain would never go away, for she could already feel herself beginning to crave more. To enjoy its sting as it settles comfortably into her.

And then the thought of you crossed into her mind, and though she knew nothing of you, she knew that she'd never forget you. She craved you, she didn't know you, she had no glimpse of your memory or your presence but she craved you all the same. She would fight the entirety of Olympus for you, and she would swear that too.

"Tell me what you will, Mother."

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Aphrodite sighs, helping her stand before beginning the walk to enter her daughter's magnificent home. Her jaw clenches and unclenches, anxious to hear her mother's words but understanding her mother's less-than-kind temper when rushed. But as her mother sends for some cherry blossom tea, she can't stop the whine that leaves her lips.

"Mother!" The annoyed tone of her daughter's voice causes the Olympian Goddess to send her a harsh look.

"Patience, child. Cultivate it now, for you will need much soon." Aphrodite nods at the nymph who brings the heart-tinted liquid, its steam rising up in a soft wisp. The young goddess adds honey to her own and breathes cool air as her mother takes a long sip of the burningly bitter tea.

Aphrodite waits as she sips, leaning back into the cushion before beginning. "Do you remember how those shackles ended on your wrists?"

The younger goddess nods, but is barely a vague memory of 1,000 years ago in her head. "The important parts."

"Not enough." Aphrodite's immediate response causes the younger to shrink into her own cushion. "For you to understand what I am about to tell you, you must remember it all."

"Yes, Mother."

"1,000 years ago, when you and your sisters became destined with your powers and fate as young demigods, Zeus grew wary that you would repeat the mistakes he made. Future goddesses of love, your demigod powers already strong, it clouded his judgement. So on that day, when the four of you were granted immortality, he gave you those bracelets when I did not see. Tricking into wearing them I did not see, and leaving you with a curse created by the fates."

"Yes, but you just removed them. The curse is over." The young goddess says placatingly when the sky rumbles, laying her hand on her mother's arm, but the storms do not clear in her eyes.

"No, my darling girl, it has just begun." Aphrodite looks away in shame as she speaks the truth. "You see, Zeus had become so scared that he made a deal with the Fates. He would not stop your destined journey, but he wished to make it a bit...difficult."

"Yes yes, I can never truly feel love unless it's with my destined one."

"No, that was the curse I placed upon you, in hopes that you will never experience the tragedy of eternity without a true love."

The young goddess sits straight in shock, never hearing of this before. But before she can speak Aphrodite continues.

"But Zeus's fear turns him cruel. Your love, Y/N, will only be yours in their second life." Aphrodite breathes out before explaining. "You will go to meet them, but the Fates are wicked, and Zeus was unfair. You will witness their death, feel their soul leave your grasp, and fly away after you begin to truly love them regardless of fate. And you will be unable to save them."

Ceramic shatters on the floor as the young goddess stands. Anger is barely contained in her shaky voice as her domain outside begins to morph with her fury. "What do you mean by that, Mother? I do love them already, with everything in me."

"No, you do not. You do not know love, not yet."

Fear strikes the younger goddess as she speaks her next question. "What do you mean I will lose them? I cannot, I will not lose them. If I must swim the Styx to keep them I will."

"You will find them again! Do not act rashly. Zeus simply cursed you to lose them once. A cursed tragedy before your blessed eternity."

[KIM JISOO]

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"You will find her in her first life as Y/N, the handmaid to the third daughter of the king of Goryeo. You shall enter her life as you wish, and your storyline may change as you will it, however, you will enter it as a demigod only. Your power, in that life and every other, will never affect her, but everyone and everything else is how you wish."

"I have just received my full power and you wish to restrain me yet again?" Anger shook Jisoo's voice and the flowers growing pleasingly around the area began to wilt as if in fear. "I will lose my power, my strength, and then I will lose my love?!"

"Peace, child, you may return to the timeline of the gods whenever you wish, but you may not bring her in that life. It is how the Fates spun your thread." Aphrodite winces as she speaks, as though she didn't even believe it herself. A crystal hourglass appears on the table with a wave of her hand, sand that appears more like stardust at the bottom, gleaming softly.

"When you are ready, flip this hourglass and your time will start. You will appear in her time, in your demigod form." Aphrodite takes a breath, hesitant in her next sentence. "When the last of the stardust falls, the glass will fade away and so will your fated one's life. Destiny will take its course, and the story will end."

She places her teacup down and stands, "Go when you're ready, and I'll be here when you come back."

Jisoo gives a small smile to her mother as she leaves, before hesitantly reaching for the crystal. Her fingers turn the glass, and as the first of the stardust falls, Jisoo fades away with it.

----

Jisoo blinks her eyes open on a bed, within a grand room fit for a princess. Not quite her taste, as she was more than a mere princess, but it would do for now. She notes, disappointedly, that the hum of power in her veins has quieted back to how it was when she was a demigod.

She stands, recognizing the all too human feel of her head spinning, placing her bare feet on the ground. She hadn't felt such mundane symptoms for over a thousand years, and her mind remained disoriented longer than Jisoo would ever be willing to say out loud; her pride would never allow it. She spots the hourglass that simply moments ago rested on an oak table in the land of the gods, but now it was a tapestry on the wall, glimmering incandescently in an odd light. Jisoo could feel the power emanating off of it, and she was sure that if she asked anyone else, they would not see the sheen on the canvas, or feel anything weird.

Jisoo realizes with a start, that she had forgotten how to be a demigod, she had forgotten how to be human at all. Being a goddess for so long, she had never had to think of the life she once led.

"My lady!" A maid rushes into the room Jisoo is in, bowing deeply in her flustered state. "You must hurry, it is the Empress!"

Jisoo can't move for a moment, too absorbed in every new emotion and reaction she is feeling. In a matter of mere moments, she had been reverted to a mere mortal (half-mortal, but that was equally terrible to her) and, much more impressively, met you.

She's left at a loss for words, not understanding how she could have never noticed you from her all-seeing perch in her heavenly abode. She knows, of course, her mother had explained it well, but now that she was near you Jisoo couldn't imagine ever not being there, nor could she grasp the concept of not noticing you, in your addicting presence. You had an aura, much like the gods and goddesses, but dissimilar all the same. You radiated something akin to power, yet stronger. It was an aphrodisiac to the daughter of Aphrodite.

Love, you radiate love. Pure, true, fated love.

"My lady, please!" You're crying out once again, taking Jisoo's frozen state as her being in shock. "You must hurry!"

Jisoo's mind puts together the pieces slowly, muddled in such a mortal way. It takes her moments to understand her part in your world, hoping that you just brush it off as her being startled. And you seem to.

"What has happened?" Jisoo asks you as she heads out of the room, waiting for you to lead the way.

"She was poisoned. The Emporer's guards are already searching for the suspect, but just in case it is too late, I was instructed to bring you to her." You reply, feet moving quickly. You walk faster than Jisoo can in her heavy dress, but she does her best to keep your pace.

It was odd, she could feel herself being pulled toward you even as you walked mere steps in front of her. So this was what she was missing for thousands of years.

Zeus would know her rage soon enough, Jisoo decided.

You step aside next to a door, beckoning Jisoo in. Much to the demigod's annoyance, you shut the door behind her, leaving you out of the room. Jisoo is gestured to a seat, and her mind fills in the blanks of the people in the room. The Crown Prince and the spare, the two princesses, and now Jisoo, the third. The Empress lays upon a bed, her skin a sickly pale shade, her lips turning darker grey by the second. Jisoo can feel the presence of death around her, she knows Thantos will be close by to take the woman's soul; the Empress would not live past tonight. Death had never been her forte, and Jisoo didn't care enough to figure out exactly how long the woman would live for, but the idea of a poisoning was intriguing. Especially when the doors opened again, giving Jisoo just the barest glance at you again, but more interestingly, the fourth princess. Her own little sister, Jennie.

This would be an interesting lifetime indeed.

[KIM JENNIE]

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"Her name is Y/N," Aphrodite floats leisurely around the throne room of the underwater castle. The goddess rearranges some things as she goes, much to her daughter's annoyance. "A talented fighter, she is the only woman permitted within the Emperor of Goryeo's guard. I cannot tell you anymore, as the details of her story are such that you must discover on your own. Enter her life as you wish, but know that you will do so in your demigod form only."

Jennie stands from her throne, enraged. "I am no demigod, Mother! I will endure such tragedy as this, and be humiliated whilst it happens!"

"It will not be permanent! Your power as a goddess is much more than you realize. Even though your lover will be tolerant of them, the other humans will not." Aphrodite is quick to reassure her daughter.

"It was never a problem when I was originally a demigod."

"When you and your sisters were young, your powers were not strong enough to be powerful in a lesser form. You were restricted before you had a chance, but now, it is different." Aphrodite watches as Jennie sits down again, although the young goddess remains at the edge of her seat, anxious.

Aphrodite waves her hand, the timeglass filled with stardust appearing. "When you are ready, flip the glass. Know that when the last of the stars falls, as will your lover. It cannot be stopped, or prevented. Be well, my love."

Jennie stares at the hourglass as her mother leaves, studying it intently. Jennie knows she doesn't have to go after you, but gods does she want to. She wants to know and have you, and that want is more important than her knowledge of everything that will happen. She turns the glass and dissolves into your life.

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"My lady, are you alright?"

That voice was heavenly.

Jennie must've been the luckiest goddess in the world, to have found you even before she'd opened her eyes. She could feel you, tied into her soul with an unbreakable bond, she could feel you there. She could sense the way your heart becomes one with her own, she could sense how you became hers, as you always were, and always would be.

She opens her eyes, and by the Styx, you were a vision. You had soot on your face, and pieces of your hair had fallen from where it was piled atop your head. Your armor clinks as you reach to help the demigod up, and while Jennie despises this weaker version of herself she can't help but feel a sense of giddiness in the way you feel. Your hands are rough, clearly from the worn sword that rests at your hip, but your eyes are soft as you gaze upon her.

"My lady?" You ask again, and Jennie feels as though the simple cadence of your voice is more than enough to lull her to sleep and keep her awake for a century to evermore. "My lady, are you feeling alright?"

"Yes. Yes, I am fine. T'was a momentary spell of dizziness." Jennie answers you quickly, wishing away that worried crease between your brows. She regrets it immediately when you pull away your hand, the soot is there too, a dark powder that seems a faint purple when it hits the light.

"Good." Your voice loses the concern it held, transforming to a cold, stoic facade. One belonging to a member of the guard, speaking to the daughter of the Emporer.

"Thank you, for the concern. Y/N." Jennie relishes speaking your name, appreciating the way you sound rolling off her tongue.

You seem shocked at her thanks and her knowledge of your name. "Of course, my lady. It is why I am here."

Jennie goes to speak, but you unknowingly cut her off. "You must hurry with me at once—"

"Of course. Wherever you shall lead me." Jennie agrees before you even finish speaking, and you seem startled for a moment. A light flush befalls your cheeks before you continue speaking.

"—for your mother. She seems to have been poisoned."

She nods, reaching out coyly. "My pardon, but I still seem a little dizzy. May I ask for your assistance?"

You grasp her hand without a word, turning to lead the giddy woman through the courtyard. Perhaps Jennie didn't hate having the human feelings again, because the way her heart swelled and beat with your every breath couldn't be anything other than love. And if she was still a goddess, she doesn't think she'd understand it quite so well.

She speeds up so she's standing next to you, grasping your hand tightly. You look so serious, so determined as you lead her, Jennie doesn't mind it at all. The stop you make is sudden, and launches Jennie into your back, causing the two of you to stumble.

"My pardon, my lady." You turn to steady her, pulling her close you you in the attempt.

"Not at all." Jennie breathes back.

"I cannot go any further, the patrols must continue for the search." You release her hastily, pushing to walk away. "Hurry inside, the Empress didn't look too well when I found her."

And your leaving her before she can say anything, stepping into a unit of men and marching away. Jennie feels a physical tug, a desperate want to be with you. To hold your hand again, let you lead her where you wish. Jennie couldn't care less about some Empress, she wanted you.

But she forces herself to turn, stepping into the room a maid held open for her. And what a surprise it was, to see her own true sister sitting among the nobility, Kim Jisoo.

What a fun story for such a perfect lover indeed.

[PARK CHAEYOUNG / ROSÉ]

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Chaeyoung was no fan of armor, finding the heavy metal plates annoying and restricting. But she had spent the better part of her immortal life as, well, immortal. So perhaps she wasn't the one who should complain. She was in a much more fragile body now, the body of a demigod, and she could be harmed. She could be wounded, fatally even. What a bother.

She slashes her sword down, focusing on her opponent before her. What a ridiculous way to enter your life, she was merely dropped directly into the midst of a battle! At the very least, Chaeyoung was relieved to observe that the uniforms she and the other soldiers bore were those of Old Greece. Her mind peaces some memories together in a hazy field, leading her to 'recall' that she was the leader of the battalion, and she had to win this fight.

"Στρατιώτες! Για μένα!" She commands, her native tongue slipping out easily. The soldiers surrounded her instantaneously, fighting back in fury against the opposing men.

[ Soldiers! to me! ]

She shoulders her way through, signaling her battalion back to the wall behind her. She could see the gore of the battlefield as her soldiers fell back, pleased to note that many of the armored men who lay mortally wounded upon the battlefield wore the sigil of the opposition.

"Έπεσε πίσω από το τείχος, και μπλοκάρει τις πύλες," She commands to her soldiers, turning to defend their backs as the begin to filter through. She is almost there herself when her shoulder jerks forward, an arrow embedded in her shoulder.

[ Fall behind the wall, and bar the gates ]

"Μαλάκα!" Chaeyoung curses, feeling the pain spread through her body and turn her limbs sluggish with adrenaline. Her hands begin to shake as the pain courses through her nerves, and her comrades reach out their arms bringing her behind the wall. The gates are shut at last and barred against the few who remain from the enemy, and everyone slumps in relief.

[ Fuck! ]

An arm wraps around Chaeyoung, helping her walk back to where their base was set up just off the wall, and the now-demigod wants to both drift off into an exhausted sleep and curse herself for being so weak with a mere wound by arrow. If Lalisa was here right now she would surely laugh at the girl.

Chaeyoung hardly feels it as she is guided past a white tent entrance and placed on a bed. The soldier gives a respectful nod before he turns and leaves, leaving the demigod alone. She tries to reach for the arrow, seeing that the pointed head had frustratingly found its way through an imperfect chink in her armor. But when her fingers merely brush against the wooden stem she can hardly stop the strained cry that crawls up her throat. The entrance to the tent opens again and the keening cry tapers down to a low, pained moan. Or perhaps just a normal moan.

Because it's you. Standing there with a vexed expression twisting your face, in a dress far from opulent, yet on you, you seem more like a goddess than any she had ever seen.

"Are you an idiot?" You ask her, annoyance lacing your tongue, but Chaeyoung can only smile at you in awe. She has to pinch her own thigh to keep from nodding, she is already willing to agree with whatever you say. "You should know that you should never touch a wound where you have been impaled. Especially not when the item impaling you is still there."

You tick your jaw before widening your eyes, adding on in a slightly embarrassed afterthought, "Commander."

Chaeyoung gulps, doing her best to regain her composure. You were a vision, especially when you were scolding her. "My apologies..."

"Y/N." You supply when Chaeyoung hesitates. What a perfect name for a perfect person.

"Y/N." Chaeyoung smirks. "I'll remember that."

[LALISA MANOBAL / LISA]

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Lalisa wasn't sure what she was expecting when she flipped her hourglass, but landing in the ancient city of Rome was not it. Distaste fills her mouth as she realizes where she is, recalling how the Romans had lessened her and her sisters in the name of the men of the gods. Not only was she back in Roman times- when nobody worshipped her- but she was a demigod too? Zeus was being more than cruel, he was being petty. She was sure her sisters felt the same, and she had no doubt the four of them would make him pay.

"Sister," A velvety voice chimes from behind her, and Lalisa turns in the middle of the old Roman streets. Her elder brother, Eros himself, smirked proudly at the girl. "It took you long enough."

"Brother." She greets him, faces turning sour at his egotistical air. "Blame Zeus."

"I always blame Zeus." He laughs, plucking a grape from a passing fruit vendor. At Lalisa's glare, he chuckles deeper. "Don't appear too dour now, sister. They may not be able to see me, but they can see you."

She turns, seeing passerby sending her odd looks from the sides of their eyes. She glares at them too and they turn away. She turns back to her brother, attempting to make the movements of her mouth less harsh.

"I came here to find my fated one, why have I been burdened instead by you?"

"Ouch," Eros flinches mockingly, his perfectly sculpted face twisting. "I came to support you, my darling little sister, yet you scorn me so. Don't worry, I won't tell Y/N."

"You know where she is?" Lalisa forgets her decorum, disregarding any attempt to make her seem like a lesser being, bunching her brother's toga in her hands, and yanking him closer by the white linen. "Tell me. Now."

"Well, aren't you happy to have me now?" His ever-so-smug smirk returned, and he wrapped his arm around her shoulders, leading her down the path. "How fortunate you are, she's one of my priests. It's quite naughty of you, to have an affair with her, but since you're my adoring, doe-eyed, baby sister, I suppose I'll allow it."

Lisa scoffs, but she doesn't pull the god off of her, allowing him to push her where she needs to go. She had never paid too much attention to Rome, since they had been happy to forget her and her sisters, she was more than happy to forget them.

So that's how this story would play out, an illicit affair with her brother's priestess. Eros was right, for a priestess to take part in a lover's trysts was akin to a crime, punishable by death. And Lalisa would be the lover who doomed you to said punishment.

She always was a fan of tragedies.

"I'm not going to be stuck with you for this whole journey, will I?"

"No, but what you're going to become may just be worse." Eros releases Lalisa's shoulders, giving her a brotherly push.

"Hey!" Lalisa stumbles, flying directly into the arm's on a woman who steadies her quickly.

"Are you alright?" straightening up, Lalisa is met with the glorious version of you, in your white robes, golden cuffs layering your arms, You had dropped a vase when you caught her, the ceramic shards spraying across the paved steps of the outrageous temple. "What has happened?"

"I-" Lalisa stutters, shocked at being met with someone like you. Six words, you had only said six words but you had left the goddess(demigod) speechless. "I- u- I was pushed."

"By whom?" You brows crease together in curiosity, and you glance behind her with your enchanting eyes.

"Um- Cupid." Lalisa Cringes, both at the use of her brother's Roman name and how much of a line it sounds like.

"Oh! You must be a new priestess!" You brighten up, pulling her in now for a soft hug. "Welcome! Allow me to bring you to our initiation chambers."

You turn without an answer, pulling the demigod behind you with a bright grin upon your lips, forgetting all about the broken vase you left behind.

"I didn't mean to run into you. I was actually pushed." Lalisa defends herself, rolling her eyes as she spots her brother hovering nearby with an amused smirk on his face.

"Eros, our patron god, brings us all here. He has brought you to us, do not fret about something as small as a minor moment of clumsiness." You wave her off, bringing her into the inner chamber, lit by torches along the walls. "Come, you must say your vows, and sacrifice blood from your lifeline, and then you shall become one of our sisters."

Lalisa goes to speak, to tell you she had no intention of worshipping her egotistical brat of an older brother when the said god waves his hand. A soft haze of red befalls the demigod, and with an annoyed groan, she realizes this insufferable man-child had just claimed her as his. You turn, your eyes widening and your mouth falling open as she spots what is hovering over your head. Your demeanor changes instantaneously, and many more priestesses surround you. Swiftly they all lower themselves onto a knee, bowing their heads to you.

Lalisa vows she will protect the adoration that crosses over your face forever. This was how it was all meant to be, you gazing upon her in loving worship, and Lalisa holding your hand as you do. She watches you with pleased eyes as you lower yourself, looking up at her through fluttering lashes.

"The great Cupid has brought you to us," You sound breathy and stunned as you speak, eyes sparkling in devotion. "It is my honor to receive you, my lady."

"Yes. I think it will be." Lalisa smiles, basking in your attention. This story would be a cliché, a classic Roman tragedy. Your story would immortalized, a fated spot next to her forever engraved into your soul.

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ghoul. — (training) (m)

[SECOND INSTALMENT OF GHOUL SERIES : TRAINING]

“I like it when you’re under me. The only place you will ever be is under me.”

Jimin and Jungkook decided they wanted to have an unplanned training session with you.

pairing : yandere jikook x reader

rating : M

genre : tokyo ghoul au, soulmate au, violence

disclaimer : this story is a work of fiction. descriptions of the BTS members in this story does not reflect nor portray them in real life. everything in this story only fits in imagination and does not apply outside of imagination.

warning : infliction of pain on woman (oc).

word count : 3.2k+

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note from winter 💌 :

PLS IM WRITING THIS AS WE SPEAK: I WAS ABOUT TO MAKE JUNGKOOK LOOK DOWN ON MINGYU BUT THEN JUNGKOOK IS SHORTER THAN GYU IM SOBBVINF SO HARDDD so i decided to change the scene HAHAHAAHAHHAHAA

ok real note 📝

maybe i like jimin being rough. haha like

LIKE BRO HE CANT BE ALL SOFT HE HAS GOT TO LIKE TO INFLICT PAIN AND I WOULD GLADLY RECEIVE

💌 what is winter listening to? : 28 reasons by seulgi

dedication : to my sleep demon, you can fuck off now. ive written your shit down.

Another day at KCCG, Korea Commission of Counter Ghoul, the second branch of CCG that originated from Japan. An everyday reminder when Jimin stepped into the KCCG building. The logos of CCG and KCCG were designated next to each other looking very alike except that KCCG has an additional letter ‘K’ before the CCG. The emblems were blueish black in colour and an animal akin to a bird spreading its wings was embedded at the centre of the emblem respectively, and a few deep curves and details to make it look elegant.

“Jimin hyung.” A voice called.

He turned to the voice. “Jungkook.” His soulmate.

“Why the hard face?”

“The only thing that is hard right now is my dick, so if you don’t have any plans to help soften it down, then I suggest you go back to your office before I fuck you right here.”

“Vulgar,” the younger hissed. “I’m your superior. How dare you speak to me that way.”

“An inferior in bed,” Jimin mumbled nonchalantly.

“I’ll give away your mission in 1st ward to Investigator Rosè,” Jungkook retorted.

“I needn’t worry because she’s not fit for the mission, and you need Joon’s approval for that. 1st ward has always been assigned to me.” He said calmly.

“Namjoon hyung gives me green light for everything, so–”

“Gyu.” Your voice interrupted their conversation. It wasn’t too loud but given that their sense of hearing was very acute, even your softest voice could reach their ears.

You entered the building and with delighted steps, you skipped your way towards Kim Mingyu, Ghoul Investigator of Special Class. Jimin’s gaze followed your figure until you reached the male investigator. Jungkook didn’t miss the hard gaze but instead of asking what was wrong with Jimin, he found himself staring hard at your figure too or the situation.

Since when were you close with Mingyu?

“Good morning, lotus.” Mingyu greeted you with a soft, subtle kiss on the crown of your head.

“Morning,” you smiled, handing over a coffee to him. “Where’s Minghao?”

“Late as usual,” he sighed before taking a sip of the coffee, thanking you after. “Overslept maybe.”

“It’s fine, we can wait.” Sipping a bit of your coffee, you fished out a small device from your pocket. The device was a sphere in shape and floating. You let it float in the air as pressed the button on the device.

“You got a new SfereX?” Mingyu asked.

“Yes. The old one was destroyed during the mission at the 2nd ward.” You sighed.

As soon as you pressed the button, a hologram flashed in front of you. The technology inside the device resembled a laptop or tablet but an even more compact version. As the system loaded you to your home page, you pressed the reminder calendar.

“Today we have a training session with Minghao…” You spread your fingers as the hologram zoomed onto the details of the session. “Focusing on hand-to-hand combat.”

Mingyu nodded. “He needs that very much.”

You slapped his shoulder lightly. “Give him a little credit. He’s not that bad. He’s just so used to the use of weapons.”

Mingyu was about to speak up but as his eyes narrowed a bit over your shoulder, he noticed two figures approaching.

Two figures that, if possible, he always wanted to avoid.

“Ah, good morning, Director Jeon, Investigator Park.”

That caught you off guard.

Upon hearing your childhood friend’s name, your body went rigid, and your mind flew back to when you discovered that half of your files in the star folder were gone after you returned from Investigator Min’s office. You don’t have proof that it was Jimin that deleted your files. Of course, you could walk into the security room and check the CCTVs, but you went against that idea because as much as you wanted to fight for your justice, you knew Jimin would do anything and everything to deny your claim.

Quickly turning around, you bowed. “Good morning.”

Jimin zeroed his attention on you as he spoke. “Training session with me and Investigator Jeon at combat room 2. In 5 minutes.”

“But I have–”

“Are you defying your superior, (Y/N)?”

Your eyes flickered at the sudden use of authority. “No, that’s not it…”

Mingyu saw the hesitation in your eyes as you struggled to find the right word. Maybe it was due to the difference in rank and the intimidation Jimin held because you were not one to hesitate. “Park, she has a scheduled training session with me.” He emphasised the word ‘scheduled’. “Please be considerate and respectful of others’ time.”

“Investigator Kim,” Jimin turned his body to fully face him. His face was devoid of emotions. “Before anything, (Y/N) is under me. Whatever changes made are effective immediately regardless of your opinion.”

“It doesn’t change the fact that you are disturbing my line of work by messing up my schedule, Investigator Park.” Mingyu refused to back away.

“That’s enough.” Jungkook finally voiced out.

He has been standing next to Jimin all while his gaze was on you. Breaking his intense gaze, he continued. “I instigated the training session. I believe you won’t have any problem with me doing so, right, Investigator Kim?”

A muscle in his jaw twitched. “If you’re trying to use your rank and force me to submission, I’d suggest you stop, Director Jeon.”

“Kim Mingyu.” You could see Jimin’s jaw tightened as soon as he let out the stern call.

You really didn’t want to ruin anyone else’s morning especially yours. “Gyu, it’s fine. We can reschedule.” You told him.

“It’s not fine. This doesn’t only affect me,” His eyes that were on the two guys in front of him were now on you. A wave of pity – or maybe concern – was seen. “But it also affects you.”

You knew what his next sentence would be.

“(Y/N), how–” How long are you going to tolerate being stepped on by these bunch of fucked up higher-ups?

And you didn’t have it in you to respond to that question yet.

“The training will take 2 hours at most. I’ll be available by noon and you’re free at that hour too.” You pinched the hologram after checking the reminder calendar and clicked the button to switch off the device.

“Moreover, your student has yet to arrive, no?” Jungkook directed his question to Mingyu. “Technically, I can take up (Y/N)’s schedule at this very moment because her scheduled training appears to be delayed. It gives literally anyone the right to take it up.”

Jungkook raised a hand to cover his lips albeit not fully, he let Mingyu see the condescending smirk through the gaps between his fingers. “Teach your student to respect other people’s time before teaching us. That’s very hypocrite of you.”

He didn’t wait for Mingyu to even breathe another word as he turned on his heels and made his way to the assigned combat room.

“Let’s go.” Jimin called on you.

Keeping your head low, you responded. “Yes, Investigator Park.”

You entered the combat room after having your clothes changed. It seemed like you blended in quite well with the room. Your combat attire was white overall as well as the room, both wall and floor. The combat room is empty but not fully empty as there were flower beds. White flowers. You have no idea why it was the way it was.

As you made your way to a bench, you unwrapped the bandage you had brought over from your locker in the changing room to wrap your hands. The clicking sounds of a door closing reached your ears. Jungkook stepped into the combat room. Spotting you on the bench, he smiled as he approached you.

“Quite a scene just now, don’t you think, (Y/N)?” He sat next to you, mirroring your action with a bandage of his own. “A bit too early to my taste, I’d say. But very refreshing.”

Of course, it’s refreshing for you.

You practically wrecked your brain trying to find the appropriate answer to give out in response. Giving up, you could only muster up a tight smile and continued bandaging your hands. You subtly glanced at his hands as he finished wrapping up his hand.

Well, that’s quick.

After glancing for a bit too long, you noticed his bandage matched his outfit. Black. You looked at your unfinished wrapping.

White.

Just as you were about to resume your wrapping, Jungkook’s hands came into the frame. He gently pulled your hand so that it was closer to him and easier for him to wrap up for you.

“Uh, I can…” You pulled your hand away slowly. “Do it myself.”

He seemed to frown upon your action as he pulled your hand back to him and resumed. “I know.”

Jungkook sure was efficient and quick in his action. He finished wrapping up your both hands in under one minute. All while holding your hand as if you would break if he put even the littlest pressure. You had the time to study his face.

There were significant features of his that remained the same or maybe matured a bit, but it didn’t stop you from going back to the old days you shared with Jungkook. Back then when you were first brought to the headquarter of the Jeon clan, you knew of no one. Not even the person that brought you there. At that time, Jungkook was the only child you saw. If only calling him a child was right. Given that he acted and behaved nothing like a child.

Face hard, back straight, and hands balled into fists on both his lap.

And quiet.

You had not heard his voice until your third week there.

“That brings back memory, huh?” Jungkook tilted his head as he stared at you. “Your eyes are showing a hint of nostalgia.”

The closed proximity and intense staring.

The mysterious coffee eyes. His eyes were still as dark and deep as you first saw. Unlike you, Jungkook's eyes were unreadable. As if his eyes were disconnected from the brain and lived on their own.

He was defective.

But you learned to understand Jungkook by studying his body language instead. That, too, wasn’t as easy. Jungkook mastered the art of concealment. He hated being vulnerable.

Or he forced himself to hate vulnerability.

The Kishou and Jeon have something in common.

Their ruthlessness was known to the world.

Growing up as a Jeon meant survival. Only the best made it until the end. Jungkook was a direct descendant of the Jeon clan and the future that soon would lead and continue the Jeon clan. He was trained to be the best. As for an indirect descendant like you, your training was much more lenient given the fact that you were a Kishou.

Jungkook was trained mentally, spiritually, and physically. Trained to be zero.

Zero weakness.

But after the death of the Jeon clan's former leader, you could see Jungkook finally breathed.

You turned away to break eye contact. “Yeah…”

He hummed before he brought one of your hands to his lips, kissing your bandaged knuckles. “It’s not a good thing, sweetheart.”

You stared at him in shock.

“You’re a Jeon.” All said with a smile and gentle thumb brushing.

I’m a Kishou.

Kishou.

Another sound of the door clicking open resonated around the room, making you immediately pull back your hand. Jimin walked into the room with graceful steps. He was wearing the same combat attire as Jungkook. Black. Your hands were itching to grab your SfereX and snap a picture of Jimin really quick.

Jimin was ethereal. You would never be tired of telling that to yourself.

In terms of physique, Jimin’s build is lean with enough muscle in the right place. The difference in body proportion between Jimin and Jungkook was visibly huge, but their strength was at the same level. Maybe even a level greater than Jungkook.

“We’ll do hand-to-hand combat today.” Jimin announced.

“Sounds fun to me.” Jungkook grinned.

“Let’s start with one on one before the other joins in for 2 against 1, shall we?” Jimin suggested.

You agreed pliantly with a soft yes.

Even if you had disagreed as if Jimin would listen to you.

“One on one with me, (Y/N),” he declared as he strode to the centre of the room. “Are you ready?”

The only word you’ve said for the past few minutes. Yes.

Still having the gentleman in him, Jimin urged you to do the first take before he pitched in. The two of you got into position with hands up into fists just above chin height and feet opened shoulder width apart.

Jungkook’s remark heralded the start of the fight. “Start.”

You didn’t start with your fist instead your knee found its way to kick Jimin’s face. But of course, it took more than a simple movement to injure The Park Jimin. He easily dodged your attack. In return, Jimin charged with his fist, targeting your face which you managed to avoid.

The attack and defence continued until Jungkook announced his presence in the fight. You were against two of your superiors. Two of them hated losing. You didn’t dare to make any first move as soon as Jungkook joined in, so instead, you waited for them to charge any attack.

Jungkook seemed to see right through you as he advanced first. He fired a punch but instead of dodging it, you blocked it. His firing was too quick that you didn’t have the time to avoid it.

But it was a grave mistake.

Jungkook smirked before he continued firing punches to your defence. It was only a matter of time before one of his punches would reach your face. He cornered you to the wall at each punch. You took the opportunity to use the wall to send Jungkook flying back with your feet pushing on his chest and your back on the wall as support.

You didn’t realise how small your intake of oxygen was until you found yourself gasping for air after throwing Jungkook off. It happened all too fast, but you were sent flying to the other corner of the room.

By Jimin.

“Don’t let your guard down, (Y/N).” Jimin reprimanded.

You were quick to get back on your two feet. “I wasn’t–”

Had you not focused on your left, you would’ve been crushed. You made a beeline towards another safe spot before Jungkook practically crushed the wall.

His form of payback was crazy.

“Yes, she wasn’t, Jimin,” he pushed back his hair, showcasing his defined jawline. “Or else she would’ve been crushed like this wall.”

You believed in your hand-to-hand combat skills.

But you don’t believe them in hand-to-hand combats.

Jimin’s grip on your hair was unforgiving. As if his life depended on the tightness of the tug. Your eyes were filled with tears from the burn on your scalp. He trapped your body as he sat on your back, one hand tugging on your hair and the other resting on his crouched knee.

“Weak as ever (Y/N).”

You grunted in response.

“That’s why you’re always under me and forever will.” Jimin enunciated each word clearly, drilling them into your brain. “So, remember your priorities: me before anyone and anything.”

“That is enough, Jimin.” Jungkook stood in front of you with hands in his pocket, looking down at you. The stinging pain on your scalp affected your ability to open both eyes fully, only one of your eyes was opened as you tried to look the superior in front of you.

“You’re getting way too soft on her, Kook,” Jimin pouted. “That’s why she fails as a Jeon.”

“I’m a Kishou.” You hissed.

A new bruising and unforgiving pain started on your scalp and the cause was Jungkook. His movement was so fast that you didn’t get to comprehend the moment he crouched down and replace Jimin’s hand with his own.

“Kishou clan ended long time ago, sweetheart. Stop being delusional and be grateful the Jeon clan even took you in. You’re a Jeon, so live up to it. Do not sully the good name.”

He let go of your hair and stood to his full height. Jimin’s hand found its way around your burning scalp yet again but instead of inflicting more pain, he surprisingly massaged your scalp and even stroked your hair.

The door flew open, gracing the room with the presence of another two Special Class investigators and another one Associate: Min Yoongi, Kim Mingyu, and Kim Seokjin.

Your eyes were quick to fall on your partner’s figure.

“Gyu,” you whispered softly with utmost gratefulness.

But your gratefulness was short-lived as the bruising grip on your hair returned and stronger. Jimin pushed your face to meet with the floor.

“Jimin!” It was Jin’s voice.

“Shh, Jin hyung,” this time it was Yoongi’s voice. “They are in their training session. We mustn’t disturb them.” You can hear the smirk in his voice, honestly.

“The training session ended 2 minutes ago. Release her, Park.” Mingyu said.

You were sure Jimin was trying to plant your face into the ground. Might as well your whole body. The pressure he put was enough to make you imagine so. Whimpers fell from your mouth involuntarily as you felt the pain was too overbearing that it had already exceeded your limit.

Jimin let go of your hair harshly and the weight on your back disappeared. You stayed in your position for a few seconds and only raised your head when you heard another clicking sound of a door which indicated that Jimin has left the combat room.

Jungkook was still standing in front of you. When you tried to stand up, he quickly got to your level and tried to offer a hand.

Keyword: tried.

“Ah, Jungkook.” Yoongi tutted. “You can go freshen up. Mingyu will take care of her.”

Before Yoongi even finished his sentences, your attention was stolen when you heard footsteps approaching you. The next thing you knew, Mingyu was already next to you, helping you to get off the ground.

“I believe it’s appropriate for me to assist my student until the end.” Jungkook said.

He glared at the hands that were touching you, and with a deep and dangerous voice, he enjoined. “Get your hands off her, Kim.”

But Mingyu was unfazed.

“It is, Director Jeon,” Yoongi agreed. “But Director Kim urgently asked for your presence. 2nd ward has been attacked by a group of unknown ghouls. You might want to resolve that quickly.”

The Investigator of Special Class strode towards the changing room with Jin hot on his trail.

“Rather than to waste your time on…” Yoongi moved his cold gaze to you. “Her.”

Ouch.

Jungkook stayed on his spot for a good few seconds before he abruptly stood up and headed towards the changing room with big steps. Yoongi has a victorious smirk on his face as he casually followed Jungkook into the changing room, followed by Jin who sent you a look of pity.

You wished for the day to end already.

Before you have the chance to even be sucked into your hole of darkness and self-loathing, a hand reached out to stroke your head. It was Mingyu. He helped you to get into the correct posture and placed you in his arms. You didn’t put up any fights to protect your pride – not like there was any left. It was trampled on by your two superiors – and rested your head on his chest.

Before the darkness consumed you wholly, you heard a familiar voice calling for you.

It wasn’t Mingyu’s.

“(Y/N)!”

It was Minghao’s.

And then all your sense shut off.

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