#SHUT IT DOWN — Jeon. Soyeon

[sovhs]

,, SHUT IT DOWN — JEON. SOYEON 𓋵࣬

‘‘⠀i know it’s getting late but, girl,

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀i don’t want you to leave⠀’’

synopsis : after famous actor yn’s questionable scandal, management did their best to divert the public’s attention elsewhere, grabbing any opportunity that was swung at their direction—leading her to being reunited with an all too familiar acquaintance.

⠀⠀ # pairing : f!reader x Jeon Soyeon

,, features : lizeth selene ( fc ). jeon soyeon. idle members. kim hyungseo (bibi). yoon keeho. denise julia. billie eilish. ++

c(w) : mains used to be fwb, mentions of sexual acts, substance usage, drinking, death threats, slurs, i’ll add along the way.

profiles :

SZA STREAMING PARTY + keeho.. CERTIFIED FREAKS.

content :

01. HOP OFF MY DICK.

02. virtual harassment

03. life is hard. i’m hard.

04. photocard

05. the huzz

06. got carried away (half written)

07. handle all that

08. good girl (half written)

09. my

10. must’ve been the wind

11. psychic

12. thumbs up emoji

13. love alert (half written)

14. the devil is speaking

15. do you? (written)

16. cant defend you twin

17. should i kill myself ?

18. monkeys (written)

19. it’s okay (written)

— tba.

[sseosapphic]

hi bb <3 can i req soft sex and aftercare with soyeon? little lion’s been through so much, i just wanna take care of her and worship her 😞

(ps i’m not sure if you do anons but if you do, then can i be 🐶 anon? tyy <3)

༊*·˚ All about you tonight

Jeon Soyeon X F reader

of course 🐶 anon!,tysm for this req,i totally agree,she truly deserves the world,i hope you enjoy this darling<3

includes; soft sex,switch soyeon & switch reader,praising,body worship/general worship,pet names,aftercare and fluff (things to note Y/N and soyeon live with only soojin,for the sake of this soojin was originally Y/Ns roommate beforehand)

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your ears had perked up at the front door creaking open,quickly shutting the laptop closed and running towards the living room where the noise was.

you were met with Soyeon who was settling in the house,a smile quickly lifted up on your lips

“Soyeonnie,how was your day? Soojin isn’t home yet,she texted me that she’ll be home a bit later!”

Soyeon entered the kitchen,heading to make herself something to eat,smiled briefly before replying back to you “hm..”

“my day was alright,schedule was busy and a bit stressful but it was good nonetheless,and thank you for letting me know about soojin-ah coming home later! How was yours Y/N?

following behind her into the kitchen, wrapping your hands around her waist,resting your chin into the crook of her neck.

“my day was pretty good,boring but good nonetheless,just the usual stuff. Is there anything on your mind besides just the day being busywork? You know i can tell when something’s up ,you should know this by now..”

Soyeon responded by rolling her eyes in a playful manner “Ah- You do know me too well by now..” she stopped unpacking her food before it could become fully opened,and turned to face you fully. “I guess i just haven’t had any time to fully relax..working back to back,i’ve been feeling a bit tense lately..” she sighed relaxing her ,what seemed to be tense shoulders..

your smile turned into a small frown for a second before pulling her closer to you by the waist. “My lion why didn’t you mention anything about this before? You know i’m always here for you , i know it can be hard but i don’t want you dealing with all this stress alone. I know you’re so strong but sometimes having someone is helpful!” pecking her forehead aswell as pushing some of her hair behind her ear.

she gave a soft smile , she seemed to be more at ease now. “i know ,im sorry Y/N- you really know how to make me cheer up , you truly are the best person anyone could ever have..” she gave you a quick peck on the lips ,that you had quickly returned back.

As if a lightbulb popped over your head , an idea flashed through your mind , “Soyeon-ah come on let’s go to your room quickly!” before letting her respond,you dragged her towards her own bedroom,locking the door behind the two of you.

“Y/N-ah,what’s this about?” she questioned sitting on her bed

“i want to make it all about you tonight ,you deserve it soyeon-ah.” Straddling the meek girls lap, hands wrapping around her neck one hand pushing hair out of her soft face,she seemed a little caught off guard,but a smile appearing onto her face.

Hands now pulling you closer ,wrapping tightly around your waist,the both of you were so close to each-others bodies. Feeling un-steady breathing on both sides.

“Take your mind off some things,help you feel a bit better you know,plus you deserve it ,my lion” She smiled with a bit more of a sly expression to it , “that doesn’t sound so bad,you sure my love?”

Nodding almost instantly to her question,giddy she chuckled a bit to your instant response. Eyes Rolling playfully,stopping her giggles by quieting her lips with your own. Feeling your soft lips on hers own made Soyeon let out a soft whine.

Now pulling Soyeon down onto your knee,making her gain friction to feel more pleasure.

“Y/N-ah,please..” she whined out,trying to gain some sort of friction between herself and your knee.

“patience baby,it’s all about my baby tonight..”

slowly starting to kiss her neck,giving slow kisses down her neck,gaining breathy moans every now and then from the now needy girl,as she still tried to grind down onto y/ns thigh.

Laying Soyeon down onto the bed ,now removing each-others clothing ,until both of you are left in nothing but a bra and panties. Soyeon in only her black laced panties.

“So beautiful..every part of you is so fucking gorgeous,i could stare at you for decades.”

kissing down from her chest to where her panties lay on her body,you look up at the girl for permission,She nods her head letting you know to continue.

Pulling the lacy panties to the side with your teeth,now admiring how beautiful she really is. Not wanting to stare forever,you look back up at her while licking at her wet cunt,earning a loud gasp from Soyeon.

“F-Fuck..”

kidding at her inner thighs now,then going back to lick and kiss at her pretty cunt,making sure not to miss any bit of wetness that she leaked,wanting to taste every drop of the girl like it was your last meal.

“so good a-ah~!.. right there!!”

detaching yourself from her now-puffy cunt,inserting two fingers with ease instead now.

“oh you mean here?”

sucking and kissing at her clit,while looking at her from below. “A-ah~! yes fu-fuck..’m gonna cum..”

fingers going at a faster rate than before , you go to Soyeons ear nipping at her neck before whispering at her. “Cum for me ,pretty girl..” sending soyeon over the edge ,moaning while scratching at your back. Feeling her tighten around your fingers was a sensation to never forget.

pulling out of the girl slowly , to only bring your fingers up towards your own mouth and lick and suck every inch of your fingers that were just inserted in the girl. Taking them out your mouth now ,bringing Soyeon into a kiss making her taste herself.

“Your taste is addictive..now you understand why i can’t get enough?”

Nodding with a giggle ,she flipped you to where she was ontop of you now.

“My turn.”

Diving right towards your neck,biting and kissing your collarbone making sure to leave marks anywhere she pleased. When soyeon reached towards your boobs,she started to lick and kiss one nipple while pinching and playing with the other.

“S-Soyeon..”

Looking up while her mouth was firmly attached to your breasts , now biting down a bit to cause even more of a reaction,which was achieved when you moaned out really loudly.

Now detaching herself she cuddled up onto your chest with a rather tired look plastered on her face.

“Feeling sleepy…” Letting out a small chuckle you held her close and fell asleep together..

[grey-idle]

Hi! I saw an Itzy reacts and thought it would be so cute for Gidle Members! Its a scenario whr they see their s/o studying in glasses and how they wld react. Thanksss!!😳🤭

(G)I-DLE Reaction to S/O Studying With Glasses

Genre: fluff Word Count: 668 (around 100 for each member) Warnings: slightly suggestive (for Minnie, Soyeon, and Yuqi) Requested: yes (thanks for requesting!!)

Miyeon

Immediately gets taken aback because the only other person that she knows that looks that good with glasses is herself (ofc)

She kind of just sits down next to you, staring at you with her mouth slightly open

You were too busy rereading your study notes that it took you a bit to realize that your girlfriend had been admiring you for the past minute

When you finally look up at her and see her awestruck expression, you laugh

And Miyeon is even more shocked when she gets a better view of you with your glasses

She quickly cups your face and kisses you softly

“You look really pretty with glasses, Y/N”

Minnie

She always backhugs you while you’re studying as a way of greeting

And when you turn around to complain, she notices the glasses straight away

“You didn’t tell me you had glasses!!”

You tell her something about how it never came up but she’s not listening

At first, she’s too offended that you didn’t tell her you wore glasses to notice the effect it had on her

Then she notices that she’s slightly turned on but tries not to show it because she doesn’t want to disturb you while you’re studying

After the initial shock, Minnie will tell you that you should wear them more often

Soojin

One word: shy

Soojin cooked you some soup and came back to you wearing glasses so you could properly copy down your study notes

She originally was going to say something to you about taking a break but nothing’s coming out of her mouth

Because she’s too busy thinking oh my god my s/o is so attractive

Instead, she hastily hands you a bowl of soup and doesn't say anything

You mutter a “thank you” and you notice that, although Soojin is naturally quiet, she’s being unusually quiet

So you ask her if she’s okay

She’s flustered and doesn’t know what to say

Eventually she’ll say something so softly that you barely catch it

“They look nice on you”

Soyeon

Suddenly the composed charisma leader Jeon Soyeon isn’t so composed anymore

Soyeon’s usually good at not disrupting you while you’re studying because she knows how annoying it can be when she’s disturbed while she’s trying to produce or compose

But as she’s gazing at your concentrated expression, she notices your tongue slightly sticking out and how your glasses perfectly frame your face

Fuck it, she thinks, and sits herself on top of you, straddling you

Soyeon pulls you in for a kiss, running her hand through your hair

She eventually pulls away and you look at her, slightly confused

“It’s the glasses” she admits with a slightly abashed grin

Yuqi

Teases you nonstop the moment she sees the glasses perched on your nose

But also thinks you look kind of hot

Except she doesn’t want to admit it and instead says something like: “You’re such a nerd!!”

Until maybe you kiss her to shut her up

And then she kisses back a lot more passionately than usual

“Okay, okay, I guess they look pretty good on you” she’ll say reluctantly

But you can tell Yuqi secretly likes the glasses

Because barely a minute after you return studying, she pulls you back in for a kiss

And you never end up finishing studying because she pushes you onto the bed before you can say anything else

Shuhua

Probably dramatically gasps when she sees your glasses

“I didn’t know you had glasses!!”

She will ask to try them on just to annoy you

If you refuse, she’ll be pouty until you finally give in

She’ll put the glasses on with pride

“How do I look?”

Then immediately starts singing Nxde

“BABY HOW DO I LOOK-”

Shuhua is also a lot more giggly than usual because she thinks you look so cute

Will also tease you a little (out of love)

But later on will mutter something about the glasses (and you, mostly you) being pretty in Taiwanese

Side note: i’m so excited for their new comeback omgskgk so if anyone wants to talk about their theories or anything, feel free to message me!!

[soyeonsbabygirl]

"Roll your fucking eyes again and I'll give you a reason to roll em."

Jeon Soyeon x Reader

You and Soyeon had been arguing all day. It started from earlier when she had done nothing but stay in her studio, ignoring your texts and calls. Her reason being “I'm too focused in my work” You talked to Miyeon about it who suggested that you should try to surprise her. You left dance practice early, and tried to surprise her with her favorite meal that night. You did your hair, make up, and put on a nicer outfit. You waited for hours for her to show up , when she finally came in at about 12 Am she didn't even look at the food just going straight to your shared bedroom.

To say you were angry was an understatement, and now here you both were arguing after she had gotten in late yet again. “You don't answer Your phone or anything! Its like you don't care!” You argued, “You're making big deal out of nothing! We're in the same group its not like I don't see you!” Soyeon argued back, “I barely even see you anymore! We're in the same group Soyeon and I barely fucking see you! Do you know how annoying that is!?” you yelled back at her.

“I'm just trying to plan ahead for our next Comeback!” She yelled back, you folded your arms across your chest and rolled your eyes. Soyeon hated when you gave her an attitude but this time she smirked as she grabbed your face “roll your fucking eyes at me one more time and I’ll give you a reason to roll em.”

You jerked your face out of her grip rolling your eyes again at her words. She grabbed your face crashing her lips against yours before you could say anything else. Her hands harshly making their way underneath your shirt making you whine from the roughness. She lightly bit your lip , exploring your mouth with her tongue when you gasped. She pushed you onto the mattress, pinning your arms to the bed. She smirked as she tore your shorts and panties off flinging them to the other side of the room, and shoved her fingers inside of you not giving you time to adjust.

You moaned loudly squeezing your eyes shut “open your eyes.” She demanded , you complied. The minute your eyes opened she began to thrust her fingerd inside you fast and rough. You began to cry as you moaned squirming making her put her hand on your stomach making you stop moving. “Fucking whore. You're usually my good little girl but since you wanna be a slut , i have no problem fucking you like one.”

With each word her fingers somehow went faster and deeper making you Moan louder practically screaming. She laughed at the sight. She went down to your lips hungrily kissing you swallowing all your sounds. She pulled away from the kiss suddenly stopping her movements making you cry and thrash “Say you're sorry.” she demanded “I-I’m sorry!” You cried “For?” She said waiting, “being a brat and having an attitude! I'm sorry! Please don't stop, please let me cum!” More tears came out of your eyes as you begged for her fingers.

She laughed as she went even faster than she was going previously “That's my good girl. You sound so pretty when you beg for me especially when your beneath me like this.” You couldn't even reply as you were spewing out incoherent words. Soyeon felt you clenching on her fingers letting her know you were close. You had a pleading look in your eyes as she smiled even nore deciding to let you cum. She watched as your face contorted to one of pleasure , your eyes rolling back as you screamed releasing all over her hand , a lot of your cum staining the sheets. She kissed your forehead cuddling you as you panted.

She took her fingers out of you as she made circle on your arms. “I'm sorry my girl. I'll try not to spend too much time in the studio anymore.” She laid down on the bed next to you as she held you in her arms. “I think you inspired my next song~”

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The famous Soyeon smut I wrote last year I hoped yall enjoyed

[woogigi]

The Morning After

Yuqi wakes up after a night out in New Orleans for Shuhua's Bachelorette next to her enemy from high school - just to find out they're married.

Slight smut at the end

Yuqi felt like someone had banged her head against a brick wall a few times. Not to mention her stomach. Oh God, her stomach felt like it was turning inside out. It was bright. Far too bright for her eyes and so she kept her eyes closed tight. Not wanting to face the consequences of last night. Not yet. She could feel she was naked. Judging by the cold she was currently feeling on the top half of her body that was no longer under the blanket. She would cover herself were it not for the fact that to cover herself would mean moving, and moving meant the possibility of throwing up.

Something she would absolutely not do.

Yuqi's shut eyes opened when she realised that the weight she was feeling on her side was an arm. And her back was warm from the body pressed against it. Yuqi groaned as her eyes met the light. It was way too bright. Eventually her eyes adjusted as she took in the view in front of her. She saw the white curtains first. Then the awfully nice bedding and room that she definitely couldn't afford. She looked down to see her chest covered in marks almost possesively trailing down. She could guess that the same marks would be found on her thighs.

Yuqi was about to look at the other body when the person moved closer to her with a groan. They must be waking up. Yuqi rubbed her eyes hoping to wake up a bit more and she felt something poke her eye. Upon further inspection Yuqi felt herself pale and really thought she'd throw up. There on her left hand - on her ring finger - were two small gold bands. One of them had a small diamond on top and she could've sworn it was real. Yuqi immediately checked the hand laying over her and heard her heart beat in her ears to see the same thing on the other women's hand.

Fuck, she was in so much trouble.

She tried to turn slightly to see who it was but once she did the other person shifted like they were waking up. Yuqi stayed still to wait and see what they would do.

"I know you're awake," the awfully familiar voice groaned.

Yuqi thought she'd have a heart attack and die on the spot. Her, a 23 year old, dies from shock after a drunken night of partying and finding she married someone. A someone whose voice was so familiar. A someone who she had run into last night and not wanted to see again. A someone who she had left in her pit of bad memories from high school behind and tried to never think about again. Yuqi couldn't believe it. She wouldn't.

Despite her body's protests Yuqi turned around. She nearly choked on her own spit when her enlarged eyes met a sharp stare. From the one and only Jeon Soyeon. Yuqi's arch enemy in high school. God, they always fought and Yuqi never understood why Soyeon was so mean to her. Always picking on her and calling her names after she came out. Yet, here they are. In a bed together. Clear evidence they had sex (if the lovebites and ache in her private parts were anything to go by). Wedding bands on their ring fingers. Minnie was going to have a field day when she finds out.

Qq

Yuqi was at a loss for words as she looked at Soyeon who had a growing smirk on her face.

"What's wrong, Yuqi-ya?" She asked eventually realizing Yuqi wasn't going to say anything.

Yuqi stayed silent as she lifted her hand with the ring on.

Soyeon nodded as if understanding, "God, you took forever to choose one - you said you had to find the right one - but it's perfect for you."

"We're married?" Yuqi croaked out as she still felt confused.

Soyeon remembered everything? Why couldn't Yuqi remember? Did Soyeon take advantage of her? Was this a prank?

Soyeon hummed, "the papers are in my bag," Soyeon suddenly looked closer at Yuqi, "do you not remember anything? At all?"

Yuqi shook her head and regretted it instantly. She let out a small moan at the pain and closed her eyes. Next thing she knew she felt fingers massaging her temples and relieving the pain slightly. She sighed contentedly as the pain lessened and the sudden dizzyness went away. Yuqi felt her heart beat a little faster when she felt lips press to her forehead.

"Shuhua found some sort of drink thing that you guys all downed. It had you doing pretty strange things but you seemed coherent after I got you to drink like five bottles waters and two black coffees. You seemed to have sobered up?" Soyeon said as she ran her fingers through Yuqi's hair.

Yuqi moved closer enjoying the comfort and tried to wrack her brain for memories. She remembered Shu boasting about a drink that was special to New Orleans. She remembers all of them having a bit. Yuqi tried to remember how she ran into Soyeon again. Suddenly an image of sitting at a bar with the woman appeared. She was slouching in the chair with her head resting in her hands. Soyeon was smiling at her. Not that teasing smile she always used on Yuqi. No, this one as sweet - soft even - and Yuqi remembers thinking how beautiful the woman was in the yellow lights from the hotel bar. Remembers thinking back to when she had been crushing on Soyeon until the woman started making her life hell.

"I remember bits from the bar but I need more time," Yuqi said feeling her eyes drift closed from Soyeon playing with her hair.

"It's alright love," soyeon spoke softly, "I can tell you what happened from there to help you remember maybe? I don't know what it was you drank later on but maybe it messed up your memories or something?"

Yuqi moved her head into Soyeon's neck as the womans hand guided her there so she could play with Yuqi's hair more comfortably. Yuqi doesn't understand why she doesn't feel more on edge about this. Like why is this so comfortable and why is Soyeon making her feel so at ease. Also she's calling her love? What happened last night?

"Please," Yuqi asked hoping to get back more memories.

Soyeon hummed in thought, "After you'd sobered up at the bar you dragged me with you to find Minnie and we saw her and Miyeon making out so we left them and found Shuhua dancing so we joined her."

"Wait? Minnie and Miyeon were making out,"  Yuqi asked confused but also happy for her friends.

The two were always dancing around each other and were too scared to admit their feelings.

Soyeon chuckled and it sent a pleasant shiver down Yuqi's spine at the sound, "you were excited when you saw them too. Even started shouting 'fucking finally' at them."

Yuqi groaned in embarrassment and Soyeon laughed a bit louder.

"That's embarrassing, did they notice me?"

"I don't think they would have noticed if a car crashed into the place right in front of them," Soyeon joked.

"What about Shuhua?" Yuqi asked.

"She just had fun and danced and then dragged all of us into the festival. She also got those drinks again but you refused when I was with you. Maybe you had some more later?" Soyeon suggested.

Yuqi really wishes she could remember the drink that seemed to be behind her memory loss. She would have asked more had it not been for the familiar ringtone. Yuqi nearly died when it went off and had to take a breath to calm her heart down. Soyeon giggled as she kissed Yuqi's forehead. Yuqi turned over and reached for it. At least in her state she had been coherent enough to put her phone on charge.

She answered it seeing who it was, "Minnie?"

"YAH!" Minnie shouted making Yuqi flinch and Soyeon giggle again as she moved closer to Yuqi her hands still around her, "Where the fuck have you been?! And is that a girl with you?!"

"Um, I don't even know," Yuqi sighed, "and yes. It's Soyeon."

"Soyeon?" Minnie asked before she must have realised who Yuqi meant, "As in Jeon Soyeon?! Your self proclaimed arch enemy from high school? You had sex with Jeon Soyeon?!"

Yuqi moved the phone from her ear not able to handle how loud Minnie was being. Soyeon seemed to find all this amusing as she kissed Yuqi's shoulder. Yuqi looked at her asking for silent help. Soyeon rolled her eyes at Yuqi before turning away and settling in on the other side of the bed. Yuqi glared at the traitor before returning to Minnie's loud laughing.

"It's hard to explain," Yuqi settled with as an explanation for now.

"Anyway, did Shuhua go back with you and your lover?" Minnie asked with a teasing lilt in her voice.

Yuqi sat up slowly and set her hand on Soyeon's shoulder, "Do you know where Shuhua is?"

Soyeon looked confused, "she left with Minnie and Miyeon after we had drinks with the elvis that officiated the wedding."

Yuqi did a double take and put her hand over the mic, "please tell me we didn't."

Soyeon chuckled and shrugged, "he was the only option but you made him take the wig off."

Yuqi wanted to just crawl in a hole and lie there indefinitely.

"Soyeon says we last saw her leaving with you two," Yuqi told the older.

Minnie seemed to be arguing with most likely Miyeon on the other line.

"Yuqi, we can't find her anywhere. We've been walking around the city for the last two hours trying to locate you two."

"What do you mean you can't find her?!" Yuqi almost yelled.

"Woogs, I'm worried. She hasn't been answering her phone and we cannot find her anywhere."

Yuqi sighed and pressed her hand to her forehead, "okay, where are you guys now?"

"That cafe we went to yesterday when we arrived."

"I'll meet you there just give me some time."

"Okay, just dont forget about our crisis while you go have morning sex with your lover," Minnie laughed before cutting the call knowing she'd otherwise get an earful.

Yuqi put her phone down and leaned her head a bit between her raised knees. Much like a sitting fetal position. Yuqi heard the covers move and then felt Soyeon's arms around her. The woman's chin resting on her shoulder.

"Shuhua's missing," Yuqi said.

"I guessed. Are you worried?"

"If something's happened to her Soojin will murder me. This trip was my idea."

"We'll get dressed and go look for her. Don't stress yourself out just yet. We can also get the police involved if we can't find her, okay?"

Yuqi nodded and turned slightly to the woman. Their eyes meeting as Yuqi asked what she was afraid to at first.

"What happened with us last night?"

Soyeon held Yuqi's stare and looked at her as if calculating what Yuqi meant, "I'm here with one of my artists. I met you first in that club were we fought. Later on it was in another club where you came up to me completely smashed. I took you to the bar and you were rambling about why I hated you in high school."

"Why did you?"

Soyeon smiled as she shook her head, "I didn't hate you Yuqi. I was jealous of you."

"What? Why?" Yuqi asked confused.

Soyeon placed her hand in Yuqi's chin and turned her head so Yuqi could face her more. Yuqi ended up turning more of her body to Soyeon. She hadn't even taken note of the fact that they were both naked and neither one of them covered themselves the whole time.

"You were able to be out and be accepted by everyone. If i did that then my parents would have kicked me out. I was just jealous of how happy you were. And you were so adorable when I teased you that I couldn't help myself."

Yuqi's looked at Soyeon with wide eyes in disbelief, "I had a huge crush on you but then you started being mean to me and I didn't know what to think."

Soyeon smirked as she kissed the corner of Yuqi's mouth and lingered there for a second. Yuqi wanted to turn her head just to know what her kiss feels like.

"I know. You told me last night," Soyeon smirked seeing Yuqi's eyes on her lips, "right after you kissed me."

Yuqi inmediately woke from her daze, "It was me? I kissed you first?"

Soyeon nodded and laughed softly, "yes, right in the the middle of the festival."

"I thought we were in the bar?" Yuqi asked trying to follow the events.

"I didn't say anything until I knew you were fully coherent. I didnt want you to forget, but it didn't seem to work out that way."

Yuqi nodded trying her best to search her brain for more. Maybe once she had eaten and had water in her system she would start to remember.

"I'm sorry I can't remember much," she apologised, "I can see us in the bar but that's about it right now."

Soyeon shook her head and put her hands on Yuqi's cheeks, "it's fine baby," Soyeon placed her forehead to Yuqi's while Yuqi tried not to gay panic at the endearment, "you probably just need some time. Let's get dressed and go find Shuhua then we can finish this discussion, okay?"

Yuqi nodded but before Soyeon got a chance to move away, the younger pressed their lips together. Soyeon was just being so good to her and Yuqi felt safe with her. She hadn't felt like that with any previous fling. Yuqi was also well aware that she wouldn't have married the older on a whim. She was way smarter than that.

She felt Soyeon smile against her lips making her heart leap, "Yuqi-ya," Soyeon whined softly as Yuqi continued to abuse her lips in between the words she was trying to get out, "we have to help find Shuhua."

Soyeon's words became more slurred as Yuqi's lips left hers and trailed down to her neck. She couldn't help herself as Soyeon's breathing grew heavier. Small whines leaving her throat as Yuqi left even more marks unable to stop herself. The sounds Soyeon was making far too beautiful.

Yuqi could see flashes from the night before.

Them in a similar position. Soyeons hair fanned out on the pillow. Her eyes shut as Yuqi's hands explored every part of her. How she moaned when Yuqi's tongue touched her, when her fingers made love to her. How Soyeon screamed as she came.

The memories drove Yuqi as she moved further down until the familiar taste touched her tongue and a scream ripped from Soyeon's lips.

[lionwin]

⭑ skateboards & han river : jeon soyeon x f!reader

— “ she’s got that vibe that i just can’t resist. ”

📼 warnings : no serious warnings, reader sneaking out to go skating, strangers to ??, age gap (26 & 19), nothing explicit happens, reader is a bit of a flirt/tease. men dni. content under cut.

word count : 1,098 words ⭑

soyeon was a skater, she had heen open about this both on camera and off, it was something she did in her past time, if she had nothing to do then she’d take her board and go skating around her area.

it was night time, the girl finally finished writing the last few lyrics for their next single, her company hadn’t gotten off of her back about needing to release something new despite just having a comeback a week or two ago. she let out an exasperated sigh, gaze quickly averting to the clock on her desk. 10:27pm.

soyeon looked out her window, seeing that it was still somewhat bright outside, she thought about it for a couple of seconds before getting up and changing into something that would best suit korea’s current weather and grabbing her skateboard. it was obvious that the girl needed a distraction, and a distraction was what she was going to get.

she passed by a few familiar places, shops that she’d go to in the daytime now closed for the time being as the people from her area slept easily, getting their full nights rest. soyeon could only wish for that. soon enough, she made her way to a park near han river; usually it’d be crowded, people going there with their friends, families, or partners. But at this time of night, it was just her, or thats how it usually was.

tonight seemed to be different.

soyeon stopped her board, eyes focused on the girl who was seated on the grass, her back facing her as she stared off endlessly into the river. soyeon didn’t know if she should go back, just go to a different spot, or stay. But before she could decide for herself, the stranger turned around.

she was felt her heart race. the girl’s hair looked messy, the good kind of messy—it looked effortless, like she had woken up that way. pink-ish circles under her eyes complimented the color of her skin. she wore a simple white longsleeve shirt with an oversized tee over it. soyeon continued to take in the girl’s appearance, not even realizing that she had been standing there staring at her.

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“.. hello?” the girl said, her voice sounding a bit husky. that sent small shivers down the rapper’s spine. “h-hi,” she replied, a small shy smile making its way onto her lips. She didn’t know what it was that drew her in, maybe it was her beauty, her voice; she didn’t know, but that girl—her vibe—it was something soyeon couldn’t resist. “you can sit down, y’know.”

soyeon didn’t need to be told anything else as she took a seat down on the grass next to the girl, her fingers scratching on the surface of her board as she tried to think of something to say. “.. I like your board, by the way.” said the stranger, making the rapper smile. “thanks..” her voice trailing off as she noticed that the stranger also had her board with her. “oh, you skate too?”

the girl, who she later came to know as y/n, nodded. “you could say that. just do it for fun though, nothing professional.” soyeon nodded. “yeah, same. i just do it as past time if im being honest..” she said with a small chuckle.

–

the two continued to exchange in small talk, getting to know each other just a tad bit more. “I’m 26,” soyeon said, seemingly catching y/n off guard. “seriously? you don’t look a day older than 20.” she said causing soyeon to playfully nudge the girl. “shut up..” “I’m serious. i would’ve never guessed.” y/n murmured.

soyeon shook her head in amusement as she looked at the other girl with curiousity. “well, i answered your question.. you answer mine now.” y/n shrugged. “alright, shoot your question then.” “how old are you?” y/n went quiet for a bit before playfully coughing out an answer. “.. what? sorry, i couldn’t hear you, could you repeat yourself?” soyeon said as she leaned in a bit closer. Y/n felt her cheeks get a tad bit red at the sudden closeness. “.. i’m turning 20—” “so you’re 19?”

y/n grumbled something beneath her breath before nodding her head. something about the girl’s reaction amused soyeon. “.. you don’t mind, right?” The rapper looked at her, slightly confused as to what she meant. “huh?” “I mean.. i still have a chance, don’t i?”

soyeon felt her heartbeat race just a bit, biting back a small smile as she turned away from the younger girl. “.. w-what are you talking about—” she murmured, y/n couldn’t help the laugh that escaped her lips. “are you.. are you getting shy over this?” soyeon glared at the girl but inside she knew that she was. she was getting shy and she didn’t even know why. “i’m not–just shut up..” “mhm.. sure you’re not, whatever you say, unnie.”

–

a comfortable silence fell on the two as they boh watched the river together, the water reflecting the moonlight as it continued to shine even in the dark. the calming atmosphere was soon interrupted by the sound of y/n’s phone ringing. “.. sorry,” she murmured. “it’s fine, don’t be sorry.” soyeon said, watching as the younger of the two answered the phone.

the rapper took the opportunity to get a glance of her phonecase, it was a clear case, revealing the gir’s red phone. Inside it was a polaroid photo, the girl looked to be at the beach, she seemed to be much younger, maybe around 11 or 12 when the photo was taken. the sight of the girl’s younger self made her feel a bit warm on the inside.

“.. i have to go.” y/n murmured as she got up, putting her phone back in her pocket. “already?” “mhm. parents found out i snuck out again, and i don’t have a key; don’t wanna get locked out, y’know?” soyeon did her best to hide the disappointment in her eyes as she watched the girl put her board down as if she were getting ready to leave at any moment.

“wait—” soyeon’s words were cut off as she suddenly felt the younger girl’s breath against her cheek, lips barely grazing on her skin as she heard her speak. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

y/n pulled away with a small smile as she got on her board. “don’t miss me too much.” and with that, she left, leaving the rapper in place, all stunned and flustered. that girl, that skater girl—she drew her in, like a moth to a flame.

[jeskoholic]

A Little Piece of You Chapter 9: Fuel to the Fire

This is a chapter from an ongoing series. If you missed out on the previous entries, you can check my masterlist.

Previous Chapter: The Fourteenth

Word count: 4,404

Tags: (G) I-DLE Soyeon x M OC, Subtle Fluff (?), Alcohol, cursing, seduction and sexual implications

Enjoy!

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A couple of days passed after Valentine’s Day and I still could not believe that Ningning named that horse after me. It’s not that I kept on thinking about it ever since we left the mall, but every time that it got to my head I just could not fathom why she would do that. Why does it have to be my name?

It doesn’t make any sense.

It really feels weird. She’s calling that little horse ‘Jae-in’ whenever she comes home from school? I know that Ningning is known for doing a lot of questionable shit but normally those things are tolerable even for me. This was different because I am beginning to question why she would even do that. Whatever; I should not make a big deal out of it.

It’s just that… why would it be my name?

Regardless, it was relieving enough that all the Valentine’s Day shenanigans within the school finally dialled down and the red-theme of the campus eventually died out within the next couple of days. The next thing that the general public, or in this case my fellow students, are worried is the upcoming exams. That was pretty much the general consensus, and it was inevitable but I merely placed it on the back of my head. I really don’t think I should worry about it. I pretty much understood the lessons so I don’t think that it would really be a problem.

Homework, however, was different, but that’s another story.

Two weeks passed after Ningning and I’s escapade and I’m back in the comfort of my own room. It was half-past ten and I’m already preparing for a good night’s sleep, just perfect enough to get me the right amount of shut-eye to prepare for the next day. After all, I value sleep more than anything else because it was the one thing that kept me going, and in turn the one thing that’s controlling my terrible mood swings. I have this weird tendency to get easily irritated when I lack sleep, so as much as possible I try to avoid that in order to make my day moving smoothly. Maybe I was so used to having a consistent amount of sleep that anything drastically below that could easily blow me out of proportion.

There are some days that I could not, for the love of me, control what’s keeping me up at night. That night was perhaps one of those nights, but it was not for unknown reasons because this one had something for it.

I remembered that I was so deep in my sleep that I’m starting to get a good vision of my dreams when the sound of an alarm woke me up. In panic, I opened my eyes, the dark atmosphere of the light-void room greeting me as I check the source of the sound. There was no way that it was morning; somehow my sleep felt abrupt and it did not feel that long for sure. I fished my phone up and turned it up; the bright light of the screen blinding me in the middle of the cold and calm night.

It turns out; the source of the sound was not an alarm, but rather a call.

It was about 1 AM in the morning and I am receiving a call from Jeon Soyeon.

This has happened for the third time this week as well. I had no idea what’s Soyeon up to, but she’s calling me on weird times of the evening, mostly on the times that I’m supposed to be asleep. I missed on her call the first time when I pretended to be asleep, and on the next day she showed up on my class and told me that she’s upset that I didn’t even bother to open the call. Last night, I answered it as well and we talked for a bit. It was nothing short and I readily dismissed it because I was exhausted. I really am not a fan of late night talks, and Soyeon was aware of that. I just don’t understand why she kept on doing it often recently. She doesn’t seem to have a problem.

Anyway, back to her call. I merely shrugged my shoulders and moved to answer the call so as to not make her upset in the following day. Also, the tongue-clicking ring tone was surprisingly annoying after having to hear it too often on this time of the night.

“Hello… Jae-in…? Did I wake you up?”

“Soyeon… it’s not even 1 in the morning… why are you calling? Is there something wrong?”

“Oh I… I didn’t notice… I can’t sleep.”

She can’t sleep… again?

“W-why…? Did you fall asleep in the morning again?”

“N-no… actually, I’ve been wondering… maybe I just missed you, Jae-in. I’m bothered by a lot of things.”

“But we see each other almost every day at school, right?”

“That’s different… I don’t get to see you with just the two of us. It’s been a while. We’ve never even dated that we’re alone because of how immersed you are with school works... I want to be with you.”

“I… w-we can arrange a meet up after the exams maybe?”

I don’t know what I’m even saying. I’m already half-asleep at this point. I barely even reached three hours of sleep and I’m groggy; wobbly, even.

“No… I want to see you; Jae-in… actually, I was hoping that you’d pick-up because I want to meet you now. I just pulled my luck and gave you a call. I’m actually out of my own apartment right now.”

Hearing that seemed to have woken me up on its own; Soyeon’s out there, on this time of the night?

Somehow my caring side for her sprang once I heard that. It was crazy dangerous to be out on this time given how dark it was outside, not to mention cold because of the subsiding post-winter wind. I immediately sat up out of worry, not even entirely realizing that I placed my foot over the cold surface of the floor.

“Are you being serious right now? You’re outside alone, Soyeon?”

“I am being serious Jae-in. I figured I can’t sleep alone at my apartment so I just looked for a cab and went off. I gave you a call just in case you’re interested on going out and maybe we could head on off somewhere while we lay off?”

I kinda want to deny her but it is way too dangerous for her me to let her off on her own. If something happens to her out there, it would be on me because I was the person she last approached. Fuck, this would take a huge toll on me in the morning but I can’t leave her alone just like that. I can’t do that in good conscience.

“Okay then, where are you right now Soyeon? Can you please stay where you are so that I can go to you?”

I heard Soyeon sigh from the other side of the line.

“Actually, I boarded a cab so that I can go to you. I’m standing outside your apartment right now, Jae-in.”

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“This is so amazing! I never thought that we’d actually be doing this!” Soyeon’s voice came cheerfully calling onto me as soon as we found the nearest convenience store. The place was bright and, as expected, completely void of any other people aside from me, Soyeon, and the rest of the crew serving the graveyard shift. It was already past one in the morning and thankfully my body was not even showing the slightest signs that I only had two hours of sleep prior to this one. The little energy drink I had before is doing its work.

I feel conflicted with this, though. A part of me really wanted to be concerned for Soyeon’s welfare but at the same time I wanted to go home and sleep as well, for my own welfare. I am already wrecking the schedule I brought up for myself and this might just make things go awry in the University later on once it’s daytime.

I could barely move as I stared on the emptied hotdog sandwich wrapper I just finished in front of me. Soyeon was next to me, leaning her head on my shoulder. Unlike me, she was occupied more on consuming the food while I merely stared on.

“I want to thank you, Jae-in; you could have easily ignored me and I would not have appeared right on your apartment’s front. Thank you for this jacket as well.”

“You don’t need to thank me, Soyeonnie. I’m the one who’s getting cold at what you’re wearing so I offered you mine instead. You didn’t consider the weather?”

In reality, I was so surprised to see her there at midnight wearing super short shorts as well and a long sleeved shirt. It was crazy enough when she intended to stay up front our apartment like that, but seeing her was something else. I was so surprised when I first saw her a while back that my first instinct was to cover her up immediately. The weather was far from winter, but it was not by any means warm. I also got lucky that I didn’t wake Irene-noona on the way out otherwise I would have to endure tons of questions coming from her once again.

Maybe I’ll have to once I come back, but as of now that’s not a concern whatsoever. Soyeon is my priority.

“I really thought that it would not be cold outside. It was warm when I went off earlier and it just became cold when I got dropped in front of your apartment.”

“Where were you from, anyway? You didn’t seem to come from your house; at least I don’t think that you do.”

“Well, I did come from my house but I left rather early, maybe around ten? And then I can’t bring myself to sleep so I just came back, got dressed and went out. I figured it was warm outside so I chose this fit, but then it got cold.”

“I really like how you look right now, Soyeonnie; I really do… but I hope that you don’t take this in negatively. Maybe next time that you’re going to walk on night, wear something that’ll counter the cold. If I didn’t show up, you might have frozen outside.”

“Aww, look at my little Jae-in~” Soyeon said dreamily while she intertwined her newly-manicured fingers with mine. “You’re so concerned with me it’s making my heart flutter. Okay then~ next time, I won’t wear clothes that show too much. I’ll only do that when I’m alone with you~”

“H-hey… that’s not what I’m saying. I’m fine with you wearing whatever you want, just be careful with the weather. I know summer’s approaching but that does not mean that night’s going to get as warm and hot as day would.”

“I’m kidding you… of course I get what you totally mean. I just really miscalculated and I’m at the fault for that. I promise you that next time, I’ll be more careful.”

“That’s good to hear. I’m glad that I saw you right now, and in this time too, Soyeonnie.”

“Me too; it feels so romantic to think that I got you all for myself now. There are no other people interfering with us now. Do you think we should do this more often?”

We can… I just don’t want it to happen at this hour. But of course, I don’t want to tell her that.

“O-of course, Soyeonnie. Just give me a call.”

Crap, that’s not what I wanted to tell her.

I should not give her that idea!

“That’s good to know! You’re making me fall for you harder and harder with each passing day, Yoon Jae-in. I am glad that I chose you above everybody else. I wonder how sweet we could push ourselves once we’re really officially dating…”

“Soyeonnie…”

My voice trailed off, yet Soyeon immediately got up from leaning onto me and straightened herself out. She immediately moved to clean the table off of the condiment sachets as well as the wraps for the hotdogs with one clean sweep. She also beckoned me to stand up, much to my confusion but overall relief.

Thank god, we’re actually going home.

“I better not open that topic up because it might stray away to somewhere else. I’ll just clean this up and we’ll go,” she said rather nonchalant.

“Thank you for the food, Soyeon. I really enjoyed this night with you.”

“Why do you speak as if we’re about to head home already?”

“We’re not?”

Soyeon chuckled as she sorted the trash on their respective bins.

“Of course not… especially when I have you all to myself; you don’t have classes early in the morning, right?”

Jae-in, for the love of god please tell her that you have one before it is too fucking late

“I don’t. My class is late in the afternoon with Shinwon, actually.”

“Great! Let’s go on ahead. I have a place in mind that I want to go to. Since I was the one who dragged you, it’s all on me.”

And before I could even take back my decision, Soyeon was off walking towards the exit of the small convenience store. I quickly thought of a way to completely turn the situation on itself; follow Soyeon and tell her that I misremembered things and we could both head home.

However, a part of me knew that if I would do that, it might not work the way I intend for it to do so. She might head there alone without me and once again, her safety is on me.

Dammit, I have no other choice but to go with her.

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Yoon Jae-in and Jeon Soyeon eventually wound up in a secluded bar not far from the convenience store. Surprisingly, even at the time of the evening, there were still a handful of people drinking on tables, though some were clearly passed out already. The bar was this huge space that stretched longer than it was wider, with six tables arranged side-by-side and separated by two rows. The neon lights that provided the atmosphere for the place were strung at its sides, emanating a soft tinge of purple upon entry. Jae-in could already smell a small tinge of cigarette smoke in the air and it certainly did not mix well with his two-hour sleep demeanour. It would only be a matter of time before the smell of the place would surpass the effects of the drink he took to stay awake.

Again, heading to a bar at this time of the evening (or early morning for that matter) was the least thing he thought he’d be doing. If it wasn’t for Soyeon inviting him to such place, he would not have bothered to come.

Soyeon quickly asked for a menu and immediately paid up front in order to secure a private area at the far end of the bar. Just at the corner of the furthest end of the huge bar right next to the restroom doors, lay another door that was a gateway to hallway housing another series of doors. Apparently, the ‘private room’ she was looking for served as a place for karaoke, but there was an option to rent it for some private time.

It was soundproof after all, and whatever goes after both Jae-in and Soyeon’s entry was merely left to the imagination. The young man was already sweating to be alone in a room with her, so of course his mind was already preparing for the worst.

Soyeon graciously thanked the waiter after leaving them both on the small room, its walls clearly layered with sound-proof foam. A single, leather couch accompanied a table, as well as a TV that was turned off. Four bottles of Soju lay silent on the table before them.

“I thought we’re going to drink with everyone else,” Jae-in said as he sat down on the couch, eyeing the bottles on the table. “I mean on the outside. I never knew that this place existed inside the bar.”

“There are a lot of things that you don’t know in our city, Yoon Jae-in,” Soyeon teased while she moved to cover the small glass panel on the door with the included curtain as well as locking the door in. “I usually go here with my friends for karaoke, but since I’m renting the place for maybe an hour or two, we can do whatever we want and they won’t even mind.”

Jae-in blushed at the thought that immediately popped on his head, something of which he blatantly ignored immediately.

“You’re not going to sing? I heard from Kyungsoo that you used to sing a lot. I want to hear it as well.”

“Maybe not for this night, no…. I always do karaoke with my friends, especially my Thai friend who’s an exchange student from another school. She has a dreamy voice and I love it when she sings. This time, however, I’d like to relax for the time being. I never went here with a man that’s not my friend, so I won’t do things that I’d do when I’m with such a person.”

“But we’re friends, right Soyeon-ssi?”

“I don’t consider you as my friend.”

“You don’t…?”

Soyeon smiled.

“You know what, for us to better understand this, let’s have a drink.”

Soyeon then plopped herself beside Jae-in on the couch and immediately moved to open the bottle of Soju with a crack. She then poured his glass a good amount before moving to fill on her own.

“Don’t worry about this. It’s only four bottles so you won���t get a headache in the morning. Plus, I’m treating you for it as well as the room because I was the one who dragged you out.”

“Oh no… I’m not really thinking about that… but thanks anyway, Soyeonnie.”

“It’s also my way of telling you that we should hang out here more often… you know, just the two of us. We can do that maybe after the exams like you mentioned; a little bit later after we go out drinking as a squad again,” the young woman invited before offering her glass with Jae-in’s, and after receiving it with a short clang, moved to drink it together.

“I don’t really mind that,” Jae-in said in response. “Maybe next time I’ll be the one to treat you with the stay… you know, just for us to get even.”

“I’d love that, but I’d also love to think that you wanted to do it because you wanted to be alone with me~ you don’t need to repay me with anything.”

As an act of courtesy, Jae-in was the one who filled the empty glasses with Soju once again.

“Well… I don’t know, Soyeonah… I just figured I wanted to return the favour in some form for it, I guess?”

“If you’re really insistent… you can repay me, but not exactly on the same way that I’m wanting to.”

“And what way can I repay you for this…? Just a curious question…”

Instead of replying, Soyeon raised her glass and smiled towards the man beside him.

“I’ll tell you once we get enough of this in our bodies. For now, let’s just relax and enjoy the evening. Care for another shot?”

There was a sliver of hesitance from Jae-in’s end as he was really considering the after effects of the entire session in the morning. Now, his white lie of not telling Soyeon of his full schedule is beginning to take its toll on himself. The problem was he was too kind to even deny Soyeon of a bottle, especially when the entire thing was paid by her.

And so, he nodded and clanged his glass along with hers.

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The pair of them continued to converse beyond the scopes of the regular topics. It could only be due to the influence of the gradual alcohol supply carefully kicking in that Jae-in put the thought of his morning classes behind him. Slowly, he began to cherish the company of Soyeon as the bottle’s contents began to trim down with the minutes going by. As much as four bottles, shared between them both, could barely even hit the dent and send them unconscious like when they were back at Skylight, the frequency of their shots with each other took a huge toll on Jae-in more than it did with Soyeon. It was no secret that Jae-in’s tolerance was not that refined compare to his partner, and so it was easy for him to get tipsy faster than Soyeon.

A period of time passed, of what felt like an hour later to Jae-in but he really could not tell. The two final bottles were long emptied yet Jae-in was nowhere close to being sober. He could feel the heat igniting from within; searing his thoughts as he increasingly became more bold, verbal, and hyperactive in front of Soyeon.

“I’m really sorry if I’m noisy,” he remarked, his face and eyes now blushing red due to the alcohol. “Are you drunk too, Soyeon? You must be feeling the same way that I’m feeling.”

“I feel a bit hot, yeah. I would have sweated so much had I not remove your jacket earlier. Now I’m glad I decided to wear less.”

Jae-in gazed at her dreamily and smiled

“You’re pretty tonight, Soyeon.”

“Just tonight…? It didn’t take much to rattle you?”

“What do you mean…? You’re really pretty Soyeon. Holy shit”

“Jae-in…”

“Damn… have I ever told you that you’re really pretty? How come I never told you that before huh?”

“Jae-in please… I know I’m pretty but you don’t have to—“

Soyeon was cut mid-sentence as Jae-in filled her lips with his kiss. However, they were not sloppy; to her it felt more like a heavy smack more than anything else. He withdrew a fantastical gaze in his eyes as he eyed Soyeon from beside him and then proceeded to give a stupid-looking smile as if to say that he was sorry for what he did.

However, Soyeon jumped back to him before he could even make another move. She forced her lips hungrily against his, engaging in a raging kiss that burned from the heat of the alcohol. It was slow, torrid and passionate; Jae-in and Soyeon felt each other’s presence within the silence of the room with their hands roaming to each other’s backs. Jae-in snaked his and felt the smoothness of Soyeon’s through her tight top; too occupied on the sensations of his touch that he didn’t even notice how Soyeon slowly pushed him towards the couch and proceeded to sit on his lap.

Just like in Skylight, no matter how much Jae-in tried to draw his lips away, Soyeon seemingly chased them back. The pair was so hooked onto the moment; so close that Jae-in has started to memorize every single detail of Soyeon’s beautiful face as they were mutually engulfed in such addicting ecstasy. Soyeon then moved and slowly trailed her kissed down from Jae-in’s lips, then to the bottom of his chin, and eventually towards his neck, letting her short, blond hair graze and gently caress Jae-in’s skin. Soft and supple kisses were planted all across, increasing the sense of heat that was emanating from Jae-in’s arms.

His hands eventually found their way onto Soyeon’s slender legs, giving them both a soft caress as they continued to make out in the sound-proof room. And then he felt it; Soyeon’s long, manicured fingers gently waltzed and snaked under his shirt, and then moved to pry them upward as she proceeded to kiss him back on his lips once again. Her petite frame began to grind slowly on his, and it would only be a matter of time before the eventual wildfire to occur…

But Soyeon moved to stop herself just as Jae-in’s shirt was about halfway out of his torso and his stomach was exposed in the silent air.

“I’m sorry… I got carried away,” she said, pulling Jae-in’s shirt back down on his body, but still kept her straddled over him. “We should not do this here… maybe not on this time as well. I don’t want to do it when you’re drunk… not even slightly drunk.”

“That… that was… wow,” the young man replied and the small make-out session seemingly sobered him instantly. “I got carried away as well… I’m sorry…”

“Don’t be. It was my idea anyway… I almost forgot what I was supposed to ask you when we went here. I got too hooked.”

“Was that the payment that you were talking about?”

“Actually yes… I was… I was thinking that maybe I’ll ask for your permission. My other friends, the ones that are not Kyungsoo and the others, actually invited me to go to a club this coming weekend. I was wondering if… if you’d think that it’s a good idea to go?”

What? Why is she asking me?

“Why are you asking me? Soyeonnie, I don’t think you need my approval for that. Do you want to go? If you do then you should. I don’t want to get in your way. Nothing has to change on things that you’re doing with or without me.”

“But I feel like you should know, so should I or no?”

“Oh… umm… I can’t see why I won’t let you go, you know. If you’re asking for my permission, then I’d gladly let you go there. I don’t see anything wrong about it as long as you take good care of yourself, okay?”

“I promise I would! Thank you so much, Jae-in!”

And with that, Soyeon moved to plant another kiss on Jae-in’s face, covering his face once more with her short, blonde hair. There was still that faint hint of lust on it, only interrupted when a soft buzzing sound was heart from near the curtained door followed by the flashing of a red light. Hearing it, Soyeon immediately withdrew from the kiss and tidied herself up.

“We should go. That’s the notice when we have about five minutes left, but make sure to clean yourself up before we go home, okay?”

[ktheist]

CEO!JK + - prompt list - + #47 “You’re seriously like a man-child.”

“ooh, you wanna kiss me so bad.”

“you’re seriously like a man child.”

muses. ceo!jk 

genre. e2l / arranged marriage

word. 2.6k

warnings. implied smut

synopsis. your family legacy is falling into ruins. your father is on his deathbed and your mother and sisters have never worked a day in their lives. their only hope is the jeons - the family of the fiancé you abandoned.

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it can’t be said that you know nothing of jeon jeongguk per se. for one, he was lightly nudged in your direction by his mother at the age of 6 because he’d been hiding behind her legs since the jeon’s arrived. clad in navy blue kindergarten uniform and gripping tightly onto the brown teddy bear he uncreatively called ‘teddy’, he’d stolen a glance at you for a split second and fixed his gaze to the ground.

“____, say hi to jeongguk, you’re going to be seeing each other often from now on,” your mother nudged you from behind, her voice awfully sweet in the presence of mrs. jeon and her extremely shy son.

you’d found out at 11 years old and him 13 years old, what ‘seeing each other often’ actually entailed.

“i don’t wanna marry you!” you’d screamed in his face when you were left alone by the adults.

“i don’t wanna marry a kid with snot running down her face 24/7 either.” jeongguk’s retort, though held no substance, still made you wipe your nose on your sleeve after you’d left him and locked yourself in your room.

at the age of 13 and him 15, you’d managed to escape the clutches of your family by proposing the idea of attending a prestigious boarding school in zurich where you’d spent most of your adolescent years skipping classes and crashing parties.

by 18, you wanted to laugh at your teachers’ relieved faces when your name was called to receive your diploma, marking the end of your great era in that school.

that was when your mother called you back to south korea, claiming that she’d missed her youngest so very much. but you’d continued to make excuses to stay in zurich, applying for a scholarship and getting into a local university there.

none of your friends knew anyone from home and you’d only passingly mentioned that ‘oh, i don’t talk to my family much’.

but just as you were finishing your degree, the news of your father in his death bed latched onto your limbs and had you hopping onto the first flight home.

“what do you mean? so we’re broke?” yuqi’s voice cut through the air like a knife. even her ray bans couldn’t hide her burning gaze.

to think you willingly walked into this mess of a family.

“yuqi, let dad speak,” miyeon glares.

minnie asks after a lapse of silence, “dad, what do you mean the company’s wounding up?”

your father, a man with greying hair and cheeks losing most of their fullness, stares at nothing but the ceiling, as if seeing the angels welcoming him.

“do you remember uncle jee?” even breathing seems difficult for a man that used to work out everyday at the private gym and always invited you to join in on his healthy lifestyle, “he transferred all the company’s assets to his name and fled the country. even his family doesn’t know-”

“oh, for heaven’s sake!” your mother cries, shooting up from the sofa farthest from the bed - you should have known something was wrong when a wife wasn’t waiting by her husband’s bed and took the seat that’s on the far end from her husband, “just admit that it’s your fault! you trusted him too much even though i warned you about him! you ruined this family!”

“i should’ve brought popcorns,” soyeon says from next to you, shooting you an unapologetic - heck, even entertained smile - when you craned your neck out of mild disbelief.

this family’s a little fucked up in the head.

but they call you the black sheep that got away.

“so what now? do we have to... work?” soojin asks, a horrified look spreading across her face.

those several inches nails aren’t made for work. that’s for sure.

“the jeons...,” he coughs, “jeongguk promised to help us rebuild the family business because my father - your grandfather, supported the jeons when they were starting out.”

all of a sudden, seven pairs of eyes turn to you as if you’re the rabbit in a cage full of wolves. the air turns chilly as if someone’s turned the ac to a minus degrees celcius.

“well, don’t look at me, i haven’t talked to him for 9 years,” despite your hands held up and your shoulders almost making your neck shrink into your body, all they see is a little gold piggy bank.

“what? what about the times when we talked on the phone? you sounded so close!” your mother’s source of rage shifts to you.

“well, i mean, he’s pretty active on instagram-” you couldn’t even properly finish your sentence when a hand lands on your shoulder and you’re staring into your reflection in yuqi’s ray bans.

“start talking,” her cherry lips curl as she holds out your phone that you don’t even notice she’s swiped out of your hand bag which, “hey, how did you-” you remembered was zipped shut.

x

“you got something to tell me?” the jeongguk before you wears a smirk that exudes confidence and billion dollar legacy backing him up.

no longer the shy kid that avoids the gaze of those he’s not used to and keeps his head hung low. if anything, his chin is looking too tilted for your liking. though you can’t say the same for the muscles that fill out his suit and wraps around his biceps a little too snug.

he’s finally foregone the side swiped bangs and grew it enough to have it tied back into a man bun, enhancing his sharp jawline and proving once and for all that puberty isn’t just for anyone.

the hesitant hum reverberates against your chest. you can only hope that it’s not audible for persons besides yourself, “you look great.”

his head drops as he chuckles but you can still see the way his jaw clenches, cutting off every humor that’s ever present before looking straight at you through his lashes, “can’t say the same for you.”

you resist the urge to shoot up, handle of your handbag tucked in the juncture between your arm and forearm and strut out of the restaurant without looking back.

“that rotten attitude of yours hasn’t changed i see,” allowing the smile to sneak up your face, you feel your nails digging into your palms underneath the table, rooting you back to your reason for being here.

“it’s the thinking you’re better than me for me,” he states, back leaning against the chair.

“oh, baby, i am better than you,” the words escape your lips as naturally as breathing does.

“i don’t know about that, i certainly wouldn’t bring an on-and-off boyfriend of mine to a restaurant where my potential clients usually go to,” there’s a gleam in his eyes.

but before you can dissect the meaning of his words, the sight of a familiar jet black haired man trudging from toward your table with a distorted expression and waiters hurrying after him from a few steps away - catches your attention.

“___! baby, i’m sorry!” if you look closer, you could see the tears welling up in his eyes when he spots you.

“eric,” the hiss under your breath is venomous, threatening, “what are you doing here?!”

“i’m here for you, baby. i realized you’re the only one for me,” he drops to his knees, pulling out a velvet red box from his pocket. the waiters that were chasing after him now freezing, looking at each other back and forth before eric proclaims his undying love and his desires to, “i don’t want to live a life without you- marry me, baby!”

“stop,” you say curtly, body involuntarily leaned forward to make sure your voice reaches him. the sight of a smirking jeongguk adds to oil to the flames growing inside of you, “stop it. you’re acting insane, right now.”

“...i promise, i’ll never cheat on you again...” eric goes on, tears freely streaming down his cheeks as his shoulders sag, “i even tattooed your name on my chest.”

the italic curls of your name is inked in black a few inches underneath his left collarbone, probably where his heart is supposed to be. but at the moment, all you can see is jeongguk’s leisure wine drinking, “oh my god, security. please, take this man away, he’s disrupting lunchtime.”

the two waiters seem to snap out of their initial trance, marching over to eric and gripping his arms with all their might before dragging him away at the manager’s instructions. it’s only then, do you notice the flash of camera from one of the tables on the farthest left side of the restaurant, its position allowing for a full view of your expression and possibly only a view of jeongguk’s back.

“you,” a whisper slips out of your mouth once you’ve assured the manager that everything was settled and you’d continue eating, “you planned this.”

“what an assertive deduction. i almost thought you would’ve missed it altogether,” he remarks, a look of pure awe spreading across his face.

“fuck you, jeon,” slamming your fist against the table, you slip out of your chair and march out of restaurant, fully aware of the eyes that follow you until you’re out of sight.

x

no word got out.

sns was oddly silent about the incident at the restaurant but your sisters know anyway. shuhua knocks on your door, fixing you one of her calming smiles before dropping the bomb.

“mother and elder sisters don’t know, i’m not gonna tell them but i think it’s better if you talk to jeongguk about it.” is what she suggests.

but she doesn’t know he was the one that orchestrated it, as if your life was a show and he was there for a good time. either way, to ease your sister’s heart, you make your way to jeongguk’s office.

he made you wait for a good two hours, having his assistant retell that he’s busy and can’t be disturbed at the moment. but once you’ve had enough, you barge into his room, nails digging into your palms at the lack of meeting partner and the man’s too casual appearance with his blazer draped over his recliner and his sleeves folded up till his elbow.

“i heard you were in a meeting,” you announce, making sure to glare at the secretary that stopped dead in her tracks when you managed to slip past her and through the door of jeongguk’s office.

“as you can see, i’m quite busy,” he nods, hands gesturing at the open mac in front of him.

“what are you playing at, jeon jeongguk?” a smacking sound echoes through the air as you slam your palms on his mahogany table, glaring down at him “because i swear to god, i will make sure you regret messing with me.”

but instead of the panic you hope to raise, a chuckle trickles out of his lips, “ooh, you wanna kiss me so bad.”

how the prettiest pairs of lips could smirk like that is beyond you. natural pink lips, curving deviously as his bunny lips peek innocently underneath. you don’t notice you were staring until his voice fills the silence, forcing you to tear your gaze away from those kissable lips and meet his gaze.

“you really do wanna kiss me,” there’s that gleam in his eyes - that of realization and something - something - you can’t pinpoint.

gone is the boy that used to tell you your pigtails are lopsided and proceeded to fix it for you - he made it worse but you didn’t really mind because it was the effort that counted.

but that was almost a decade ago.

“you’re seriously like a man child,” you shake your head, the initial reason of marching over to his office now shoved to the back of your mind. the last thing you want is to be in the same room with a man who seems to only be interested in making someone else’s life his own personal entertainment.

but before your fingers brush the metal handle of the double doors, another hand brushing on top of yours, feather-light fingers pleading for you not to walk out on him.

“i’m sorry,” he doesn’t sound like the jeon jeongguk you’ve come to know within the short span of time - like a man stripped off his cards and games, “i went too far.”

you don’t - can’t - say anything but your body isn’t exactly listening to your mind’s instructions to move out of his grasp. out of his presence.

“i didn’t know the reporter was there - i made sure he’s keeping his mouth shut after you left,” his breath is hot against your neck and his front brushes against your back but not really touching.

“why did you do it? why did you bring eric all the way here?” you pray to thank the stars for the strength in your voice despite the feeling that’s slowly disappearing from your knees.

“i found out  you guys broke up because he cheated.. i wanted to make sure he knew you were mine,” his clicks his tongue, “i didn’t know you dated such a psycho-”

your world spins for the briefest moment before you come face to face with a wide eyed jeongguk.

“first off, you don’t own me,” you announce, arms coming to cross over your chest in show of protest, “and second off,” the semblance of surprise and panic finally slips through his facade when your hands grip his collar, “kiss me.”

the last thing you remember is jeongguk nodding ever so slightly before his eyes flutter shut just miliscends before yours. you feel his arm band around your lower back, free hand digging into your hair and pulling you closer into the kiss. he tastes like mint and lemon candies that your nanny used to give you and you’d give it to him, saying something like “it’s my favorite candy but i like you so i’ll let you have one”. you don’t miss the small jar he keeps on the side of his desk full of those candies.

but the matter of this and getting married in order to save your family from falling into ruins are two different matters altogether.

and somewhere down the line, you find yourselves still arguing about the littlest of things.

“um, what do you mean that red roses aren’t romantic? it’s literally the symbol of undying love,” surprisingly enough, it’s jeongguk that’s fighting for the fiercer shade of the petal.

“you think fuchsia pink doesn’t symbolize love?” you roll your eyes.

then comes the time when your mother and magically healed father asking for a grandchild to which jeongguk grins, “we’re working on baby jeon.”

(you’re married and the petals themed in your wedding are both fuchsia and garnet)

“excuse me?” you turn to him, brows arching. that alone warrants a break of cold sweat on jeongguk’s forehead as he cautiously laughs.

“i mean, w-we’re not ready yet.”

rather, you’re not ready to forego your child-less phase in exchange for late night awakenings and learning cry-languages.

but you’re not exactly being careful either, what with the two of you finding the holes in time to slip away from your family and into your childhood room only for jeongguk to slam you against the wall and bend you over the vanity.

“jeongguk did you bring a condom?” you ask.

“i’ll pull out,” is all he says and you’re barely listening as you clasp your palms agaist your mouth, trying not to let out the moans pass through your lips.

when you go back to your family, jeongguk’s arm is around your waist and you both sit together as you joke and laugh with your sisters whilst jeongguk raises a glass to joining your dad at the gym.

x

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[wydguk]

play date — jjk

pairing: jungkook x reader

genre: angst, fluff, FWB!au, college!au

warnings: mentions of sex, kinda toxic relationship?

word count: 4k

summary: You never understood how it was so easy for Jungkook to make people like him. It was so easy to love him — the way his nose scrunched up and his bunny teeth were on display. He had the prettiest heart, and words always failed you when you tried to describe how much you loved him.

note: this is based off of Melanie Martinez’s “Play Date”! I do not own the lyrics in any way, shape or form.

♡ 

If there’s one thing you’ve always known, it’s that you are hopelessly in love with Jeon Jungkook.

It’s always been easy to love Jungkook. You fell in love with him when he showed up to your first lecture half an hour late, his hair dishevelled and his clothes out of place. He just sent a sheepish smile to your professor, who sent him a pointed glare, before taking his seat next to you.

“Hey, I’m Jungkook. What are we doing?” He set his backpack onto the floor and took out his textbook, and you decided right then and there that you liked him. He was the epitome of a classic college boy, with the nicest smile and wide eyes.

“I’m Y/N. We’re just doing the introduction,” you hesitated before pushing your notebook toward him. “You could copy my notes if you want to?” 

Jungkook beams at you, bunny teeth on display. “Thanks!

He sits next to you at every lecture after that.

♡

You loved him when he invited you to your very first college party. Always invested in your studies, and never one to party, it was already February by the time you decided to loosen up a little.

“Y/N! Wanna come to my party this weekend? It’s going to be at my frat house,” Pouting, he tugged your arm, eyes begging you to come. “Please! You don’t even have to drink any alcohol. I just want you to be there! It’s the first time I’m hosting the party, so it’s definitely going to be the best one you’ve ever been to.”

“It’s also going to be the first one I’ve ever been to, Kook. How can I trust your party hosting skills?” You grinned at him, and his eyes narrow, pouting even harder. “Come on! You know how cool I can be, therefore, the party will be cool.”

He wasn’t very good at promoting his “very cool party”, but you had to give him credit for trying. Anything for a friend, right? “Fine, I’ll go.”

That night, you ended up in bed with Jeon Jungkook. You woke up the next morning with bruises on your hips and a pounding headache — and a very naked Jungkook next to you. Later in the afternoon, you and Jungkook established that you were now friends with benefits.

“Okay, so we probably need to set some rules.” you mused, pen already in hand, both of you sitting at your kitchen island. “You have any in mind?” You already know what the rules will be. You can’t catch feelings — but Jungkook doesn’t have to know, does he?

“None of us can catch feelings. If we do, we tell the other person before the situation gets any worse. Also, we have to get tested. You don’t have to write that down, I just wanna make sure we’re clean.” Jungkook said, lazily making his sandwich. “Do you wanna see other people?”

Of course, you don’t. Who else are you supposed to see? The teddy bear in your room? The posters of actors on the street? But you know Jungkook’s popular among the ladies, and you can’t force him to stop seeing them just because you’re sad, lonely and in love with him. “I don’t see people at all. But you can, I don’t mind. Use protection, yeah?”

Jungkook chuckled and handed you a sandwich, happily munching his own. “Are we done? I wanna watch Netflix while you suck my-!”

“Shut up!” You could feel the heat rising to your cheeks, and you’re sure the blush wouldn’t go unnoticed by Jungkook. “We are not done! You still need to sign it or else this contract is useless and you might just fall in love with me.”

Jungkook just grinned at you, stealing your pen and signing haphazardly onto the sheet of paper.

You’d be perfectly fine with it if he fell in love with you.

Too bad your friendship seems to crumble as the years pass you by. You’re both in your third year, and you’re still in love with him, more than you thought was possible.

You wonder if you’re even friends anymore. He stopped hanging out with you, stopped inviting you to his parties, and only called you when he was drunk or horny. The agreement stopped being “Friends with Benefits” and turned into “Booty Call”. But you still come over every time, even though you know he’s not interested in going any further than this and you know you’re in love with him.

The house is always empty when you come over, so it’s always you and him, him and you alone. There’s never much talking, never any conversation, but if this is the only way you can have Jungkook, you’ll take it. You’re always leaving the house as quick as possible, and no matter how much you want to talk to Jungkook, you throw your clothes on when he goes to the bathroom, and by the time he gets out, you’re already on your way home. Whenever you do try, he never really listens, too busy exploring your body to pay attention to what you’re saying.

You’re sick of playing games with him, and only God knows how much you want to be more than just friends. But Jungkook doesn’t know that — so are you chasing after someone who isn’t even running?

It’s two in the morning when Jungkook texts you, asking if he can come over. You agree, and he shows up at your door thirty minutes later with a box of pizza in his hands. It reminds you of your first year in college, when you were really friends, and Jungkook would binge-watch Disney shows with you on Netflix until it was well past midnight. You would wake up to grease stains all over your coffee table and a snoring Jungkook by your side, close to falling off the couch.

“What’s up, Kook? Did you wanna do a re-enactment of us in first year?” There’s hurt in your voice, but over the past few years, Jungkook’s gotten too full of himself to notice how he makes other people feel.

“Nope, Chaeyeon bailed on movie night, so then I asked Soyeon, and then I asked Mina but they weren’t free. Good thing you were! The pizza is still kinda hot, unless you want to heat it up?” Jungkook struts into your apartment like he owns it and flops onto the couch. “Missed your couch. Best place to do things, you know? We can watch TV, play video games, and I can fuck you here!”

Of course, you’re not Jungkook’s first choice. You’re not even his second or third choice. You have never been a priority in Jungkook’s life — this would’ve hurt you two years ago, but you’re not even fazed this time. You’re surprised you’re even a choice in the first place.

“I’m honestly shocked you even considered me. Where would you go if I said no? I bet you have a long, long list of girls who would wanna do this with you.” You’re being childish and you know it, but loving Jungkook is getting tiring. You want to tell him, but if you do, he’ll never speak to you again. This way, you can still have Jungkook, but not in the ways you want to.

“Jealous, baby?” Jungkook laughs, taking a slice of pizza out of the box. “I missed you. We haven’t actually talked in months. You don’t even reply to the memes I send you anymore!”

Is he serious? He must be playing a joke on you. “Jungkook, you basically cut me out of your life. It would be weird for us to talk again.” Did he not ghost you on purpose? Jungkook’s appearance makes you more confused than you should be.

“Cut you out? You mean me not inviting you to my parties? Baby, we’ve known each other so long, you’re practically a VIP,” He sits up, eyebrows furrowed. “Why do you care so much? Our deal not enough for you?”

Will you ever get enough of Jungkook? You can tell he’s hinting at something, and the thought of him knowing how much you feel for him scares you. So you lie, lie like you’ve been doing for the past few years.

“I don’t care, Jungkook. I really don’t give a fuck. Did anyone tell you I gave a shit about you?” You declare this with no expression, hoping he doesn’t see right through you. Apparently it works, because he just reaches for your hand, pulls you onto the couch and stuffs a slice of pizza into your mouth.

He sends you that stupid smirk he uses on all his flings, and you remember that you’re just a fling too, you’re just a toy to him, and the communication between you is little to none.

You’re just a toy to him, and all you’ll ever have with him are play dates.

When Jungkook asks you to stay over, it’s always the best feeling to you. This only happens when he’s feeling particularly drunk and clingy, hands never leaving your waist, even when he’s sleeping deeply, nose buried in your neck. You get to wake up next to him, and since he’s the heaviest sleeper you know, you get to watch the slow rise of his chest and the way his eyelashes rest against his cheeks for the shortest while until his friends start banging their fists on his bedroom door. 

“Wake up, lovebirds! Seokjin made pancakes!” Hoseok hollers, fists heavy against the door. You shake Jungkook awake, smiling softly at the way he throws his arm over his face, eyes trying to adjust to the morning light.

“Pancakes, Kook! I’ll eat yours if you don’t get up.” At this, Jungkook bolts up, pinching your side then grabbing a shirt from his closet. “Kook, do you maybe wanna-” Before you can continue, he grabs your hand and pulls you down the stairs, looking like a five-year-old on Christmas morning.

Jungkook’s friends have always been nice to you, even before you and Jungkook started the benefits, so you wonder if they eat breakfast with Jungkook’s other flings. Too shy to really make conversation with anyone, you focus on your plate, missing the way Taehyung and Namjoon motion toward you every so often.

That afternoon, you’re in Jungkook’s room again, the two of you watching another episode of a shitty teen drama on his laptop. Jungkook insists he only watches it to make fun of the characters, but you know he tends to get so immersed in the episodes he actually starts laughing at the cringy jokes and tries to figure out the puzzles.

“I’m bored.” Jungkook pauses the episode and shuts his laptop. “Also, I wanted to try something new. I saw this thing online, it was a list of kinks? Do you wanna try?” He wiggles his brows while trying to wink, and your heart is so full of love for him, especially now that’s he’s talking to you and hanging out with you. You could really get used to this again.

“Let’s play Monopoly first, yeah? Then we can look at that list,” you smile, hoping he agrees. He pulls the box from under his bed, and it’s really dusty. Your heart swoons at the thought of him only playing the game with you, but you remind yourself that you’re just friends who mess around, and nothing more.

You’re curious to know if Jungkook knows what monopoly could mean — how you wish you could make him love you back. Do you care too much about Jungkook? He obviously couldn’t care less about you, but you’re always falling at his feet to please him. You wish it wasn’t this way.

♡

You love Jungkook even when you’re arguing over the dumbest reasons.

Of course, you really have no reason to argue when you’re nothing more than friends with benefits, but your feelings always tend to get the best of you, and you forget he only wants your body and not you.

From the get-go, you knew this agreement between you was doomed. You were in love with him before it even started, and you’re still in love with him now. But why did you stay, knowing all he could give you was friendship, the benefits, and nothing more? How many times has he hurt you, but you still choose to stay? All the empty words you exchanged with him could have been affectionate with someone else if you chose to back out of the agreement — but when it comes down to it, you would always go back to Jungkook.

You entered your apartment an hour ago only to see Jungkook curled up into a ball on your couch, staring blankly at your TV screen, which was playing another episode of Jungkook’s shitty teen drama. He doesn’t notice your presence until you sit down next to him with a glass of water in your hands.

“Did you not leave this morning? I thought you had a lecture at one,” you ask, heart aching at the sight of Jungkook looking so unlike himself. You were used to seeing him prancing around campus and causing chaos with his friends, or at a restaurant with another one of his conquests. It was unlikely for Jungkook to be in your apartment, or to look so distressed and empty, so the fact that he was doing both of these things concerned you, to say the very least.

“Are you seeing someone else?” Jungkook finally looks at you, and his eyes pierce your soul, his glare cold. You’re not seeing anyone, but why does it mean anything to him? He’s with a different girl every night, and he’s never committed to a relationship in the two years you’ve known him. “Jimin told me he saw you on a date with someone at the library.”

Scoffing in disbelief, you try to analyze Jungkook’s expression for any hints of a joke, or amusement, but he’s completely serious. “What is it to you if I am seeing someone else? We’re barely friends, Jungkook.” you mutter, feeling accused. As if you could ever get over him. All you could do was get under him, and there was never any escape.

“When we started this, you said you didn’t see people. Now you’re going around with other guys?” Jungkook huffs, running a hand through his hair. “Way to commit to the contract, Y/N.”

“Are you fucking with me? You’re out with different girls every single night!  And we never said I wasn’t allowed to see other people. I just haven’t been seeing anyone! Is it really that hard for you to believe that I can have a love life too?” You really want to know where this is coming from. Could this be a dare from one of the boys?

“I just don’t like seeing you with other guys! I’m used to calling you my girl around my friends, they practically think we’re dating at this point.” Jungkook stands up, fingers tugging at his hair. It was a stark contrast to the Jungkook you were used to seeing, and his words only messed with your mind as you struggled to piece his anger.

“That’s just it, isn’t it? We’re not dating, Jungkook. And we both know I’m not your girl! Where is this coming from? This isn’t like you,” you’re standing up too, arms crossed with a frown on your face.

“You know what? You’re right. We’re not dating. I’m sorry for wasting your time. Forget about this, I’m leaving.” Jungkook quickly shoves on his jacket, eyes still angry. This is the most confusing argument you’ve ever had with him, and it’s sad to think that this could be one of your longest conversations in the past few months.

“What the hell, Jungkook! You lash out at me for doing something you don’t understand, and when I try to solve it, you try to back out! I never fucking know what you need, or what you want, and yet I still try to satisfy your every whim!” Jungkook already has his shoes on, and he only sends you a heart-wrenching glare before slamming the door shut.

Jungkook doesn’t talk to you after that.

♡

In the silence of your heart and mind, the love you feel for Jungkook is still echoing against the walls, and no matter how many times you tell yourself that you and Jungkook’s deal is essentially over after weeks of no contact, your soul aches to see Jungkook again, to let him hold you in his arms and trash your living room with popcorn and grease stains.

You have come to the conclusion that learning to love Jungkook is so easy, but loving him is the hardest thing you’ve ever done in your life. Loving Jungkook wasn’t dancing on clouds or cuddling under blankets. Loving Jungkook is walking miles in the rain on the cold and slippery streets or drowning in the deepest parts of the sea with weights pulling you down, but it would always be with his hand in yours. You would do anything the world had to offer if it meant Jungkook would be by your side all the way.

The sudden revelation drops your heart to your stomach and you suddenly feel the need to find Jungkook and finally tell him the truth. You realise having Jungkook only on occasional weeknights will never be enough for you, when you want to sleep and wake up in his arms, and hold his hand as you walk around mindlessly, and meet his parents and charm them into letting you marry their son.

You jump up from your place on the couch, where you’ve gathered all your stuffed toys and blankets to bask in your shame and rush into your room, frantically looking for something presentable to wear. Contemplating on whether you should wear makeup or not, you decide against it. After all, all you’re going to do is tell Jungkook how you feel, right?

You’re about to open the door when the realization of what you’re about to do dawns on you. How can you be sure Jungkook won’t reject you? What if after you confess, Jungkook cuts you out of his life completely, and the only memories you’ll have of him are hazy nights with all the lights turned out, and the last you’ll remember of him is the argument you had? What if you tell him only to find out that he’s met someone else, and he thinks he’s already in love?

Even so, your heart yearns to tell Jungkook how much you love him, and the possibilities of what could happen after are endless. Maybe you might lose Jungkook, but there was a chance you could have him in every way you wanted. You’ll never know if you never try.

Before you can reach for the door handle, there’s a knock on your door, and you rack your brain trying to remember if you ordered anything for delivery. Already in a rush, you pull the door open all the way, expecting to see someone dressed in an Uber Eats uniform, only to be met with a wide-eyed Jungkook.

“Y/N,” Jungkook breathes, as if he’s scared that if he doesn’t tread carefully you’ll disappear. “Are you going somewhere? I just wanted to talk,” His eyes are pleading and hopeful, and you have to force yourself to look away before you get lost in them.

“No, I was just about to see you,” you murmur, stepping aside to let him in. Hands shaking, you close the door and turn around to face Jungkook. “I actually have something I want to tell you.”

“Can I ask you something first?” When you nod, Jungkook lets out a shaky sigh, scratching the nape of his neck. “That night, when I came over with pizza and I asked you why you cared so much about me excluding you from my life. Did you mean it?”

“You mean me not caring at all?”

“Tell me you didn’t mean it,” Jungkook begs. “Please tell me you care.”

“Kook, you know I care. I always care about you and whatever it is you want to have to do with me. Listen, I know we said we wouldn’t bring feelings into this but I have to be honest with you,” Jungkook’s looking at you with that unreadable expression he uses all the time, and your heart starts racing faster, hands slippery with sweat. “I already had feelings for you before we started the whole ‘friends with benefits’ thing. I know you don’t want to commit to anything, but I just really had to tell you because it was eating me up inside,”

Jungkook’s silent for a few moments until he beams at you, nose scrunched and bunny teeth on display. “What are you trying to say, baby? You have feelings for me?” He pulls you closer to him, wrapping his hands around your waist. “Because I’ve been in love with you since first year,”

You raise an eyebrow at this, obviously not believing him. “Yea, you were so in love with me that you went around fucking other girls,” You can’t help but snicker — Jungkook was known for his track record with girls.

“Hey! I’m not kidding! They were all just friends.” he whines, stomping his foot. He looks like an overgrown child, but it really just adds to his cuteness factor.

“Okay, then you were so in love with me that you stopped hanging out with me for your friends,” You still weren’t convinced. “You were so distant, Kook. That’s not love,”

“I didn’t admit I was in love with you until the end of our second year — you were always a constant in my life, and I got so used to having you with me that I didn’t realise how whipped I was for you. So I tried to get over you by ignoring you, which obviously didn’t work. You can ask the boys! I would never stop talking about you so they locked me out of the house for hours.” Jungkook’s pouting again, and you have to remind yourself that this could all be a cruel joke.

Pulling yourself out of his arms, you fold your own arms across your chest, sending him a scowl. “You’re a grade-A asshole, Jeon Jungkook. For months you cut me out of your life and made me think it was my fault. Now you’re saying you’re in love with me? I haven’t forgotten about our argument either.”

“I may have gotten overly jealous?” Jungkook smiles sheepishly. “I promise I’ll make it up to you. Just listen to what I have to say.”

Sticking your tongue out at him, you say, “Maybe I should take back my feelings for you,”

“Nope, I’m not letting you. How about we re-introduce ourselves? We can start from the beginning and not have the whole ‘friends with benefits’ agreement,” Jungkook suggests, and you wonder how long he’s thought about doing this.

“Fine. Hi, I’m Y/N and I think you’re really cute.” Jungkook’s cheeks flush the very slightest at this and he cups his face, trying to hide it.

“Hey, I’m Jungkook, and I really want to kiss you,” Before you can say anything, he tugs your hand and kisses you, and the kiss is different from all the kisses you’ve had before. It’s short and sweet, and nothing like the lust-fuelled, messy kisses you used to share. “Let’s go on a date! Right now!”

Laughing, you intertwine your fingers with his and squeeze as hard you can. “You have a whole lot of apologising to do, Jeon.”

“Anything for you, baby.”

♡

You love Jungkook when he’s smashing cake into your face on your first date, then he takes you to play laser tag only to gang up on you with the strangers you’re playing with. And six months later when you meet his parents for the first time, they approve of the engagement and the marriage that you’ve yet to discuss, already coming up with names for their grandchildren. Jungkook’s face looks like a tomato as he’s profusely trying to apologize for his parents, but you’re okay with it, because you have him by your side.

♡

a/n: another jungkook fic arghh i have so many drafts with the other members but i wanted to type this out real quick. by real quick i mean like 3 days and now it is currently 4:26 AM where i am so that is fun

the relationship is kinda toxic hmmm would u guys wanna see mini drabbles of jungkook and y/n healing their relationship together? you can send any asks if u want :)

anyway, thank you very much for reading!! like or reblog if you enjoyed it and feel free to tell me what you think! my dms are always open <3

[janevx]

maybe| Yuta Nakamoto III

Genre: mafia au, smut, angst

Part II: https://exostoriesbyjuliettx.tumblr.com/post/619367402133684224/maybe-yuta-nakamoto-ii

Today it’s second day sicne she was bringing there. Soyeon likes very much Mark, he was someone who laugh with her and talk about everything. After what Yuta said to Katherine, she didin’t talk a lot. She was scared, because everyone knows Yuta. He and Taeyong are guys who don’t fuck with anybody. And he didn’t talk a lot with Soyeon. Japanese knows that she is afraid of him, what was funny and cute for him, because he knows that Soyeon won’t leave him. After few minutes he knew it. 

 Today they going to some event with other mafia, she heard something about BTS, and she have to go. She knew that there will be some girlfriends with she must talk. It’s be her first time. Soyeon and Yuta gotta go at 7 p.m and now is 2 p.m so they have a lot of time. NCT and BTS have to meet, because of some bussines and issues with weapon. NCT think that leader of BTS stole their weapon and money, so they decided to talk with them than fight.

— Soyeon come here!  —  Yuta shouted out from downstair. She goes down and sit at the couch.  — I bought you some jewerly and dress. I geuss you can do make up so you gonna do this. There will be three girlfriends, wife of Kim Seokjin - Kim Jaeyeol, Min Yoongi’s girlfriend Seo Taemin, and Jeon Junggook girlfriend’s Jung Miseok. They are extremlly stupid. They don’t know when to shut the fuck up, so your mission is easy - Find out about where their boyfriends were at Wednesday, got it? 

— Yes, but what if they gonna realize? 

— Don’t worry, they shouldn’t, but if yes.. — He stopped.  — Then you gonna think what to do. And one more thing. You need to show them where their place is, okey honey?

 He get closser to her and touch lightly her cheek.

— Y-yes.  — She sighed and he take back his hand.

— Are you still scared of me, honey?

— K-kinda yes. You took me from my house and if I’m not gonna listen to you, you will kill me.

— If you be the good girl you will live. And remember, never take of your ring, because Taeyong will cut your fingers off.

 She looked at her fingers and nod.

— Use words honey.

— I remember, Yuta.

— Good girl. Now I’m gonna start dressing so you should too.

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 They arrived. Big restaurant that looks like a big castle. Walls are gold and shiny. Infont of restaurant stood a lot of sport, expensive cars. When Soyeon realized how much money stood infront of restaurant she feel a little bit bad. She was never rich and never see car like this. Buah, she never sit in car like this, but tonight she came with one of this car with Yuta. 

 Yuta grab her hand and both of them walked in. With smile on their faces, they walked in. Everybody was looking at them, because..shit..they looked like million dollars. Eveybody in this room know about Yuta’s standards. He loves to feel the best. BTS for him was a little gang that steal others things and thinks that they are powerfull, but for real nobody was scared becasue of them. Jin, Suga and Junggook feel chills when they saw Yuta and his wife. They took their seats and look at everybody.

— Good evening Yuta, nice to see you again.  — Jin started with smile  — I hope everyhting gonna work out.

 Soyeon looked around. At the back stood her husband’s men. Ready to fight and protect her and him. 

— Soeyon, darling.  — he turn around to face her  — You should get to know their girlfriends, very friendly girls. I have some business to do, so maybe you four should go to walk or drink some coffee and be back about 15 minutes, huh?

— Of cousre, Yuta. Girls, are you in?  —  She smiled

 Girls looked at their partners faces, and when boys nod at them, they stood up.They goona go to next room to drink some coffee and talk about “regular” things. Soyeon acts so good. She smile all the time, looks like she is interest in conversation.

— By the way, Soyeon how it is?  — Jaeyeol asked

— What?

— You know, being Yuta’s wfe. — Miseok added

— Nice. He is very nice to me, romantic, take care about me. He is really in love with me. 

— My god, imagine being his wife.  — Taeim groaned  — He is so handsome and hot, not like Yoongi. He ignores me everytime. And my god if he is so hot, he must be

— He must be god of sex.  — Jaeyeol end  — He fuck propably like god. Imagine his body. For sure you have a lot orgams during sex with him.

 Soyeon never in her life felt this embarrasded like today. Her cheeks burn like tomatoe. First: This wasn’t weird talk about sex with new meet person? Second: He is HER husband.

— I don’t mean to be rude, but he is my husband.  — Soyeon clenched her jaw  — Yes, he fucks me good. Only me. And his body is art.  — She felt a lot more confidence  — So we can end topic about our sex life. Yours husband don’t fuck you all good?

 They looked at the ground.

— Maybe. Damn I’m jelous.

 Yuta was right. They are really stupid. Soyeon was tired, but left a few minutes and they have to come back.

— Okey, so I recommend talk about it with them. Btw, what did you do two days ago? Were you with your boyfriends? 

— Why you asking?

— You don’t know what was at Wednesday?  — Soyeon looked like surprised  — At Wednesday was international “Lovers Day” something like Valentine Day, but not at all. Couples at this day should spend time together.

— What?! Min Yoongi you asshole!  — Miseok looks sad  — I didn’t spend this day with him. He was busy with work.

— Same here.  — Taemin look at them  — I geuss your husband was outside too, right Jaeyeol?  — She nodded  — They have some work at the end of Seoul. Weapon? I don’t remember.

— Yeah.  — Jaeyeol shouted  — This assholes choosed work above us. Yeah, Jin talked about weapon and money from big head of some poeple, I don’t know about who was he talking.

— Nevermind.  — Miseok end  — This assholed don’t gonna have sex with us, because they skipped international Lover Day. Did you spend your time with Yuta?

— Yeah.  — She smilled lightly  — We were at cinema and then at dinner. Very beautifull time. Oh shit.  — She looked at watch  — We should come back. Already passed 20 minutes.

 Soyeon couldn’t belive that this girls belived her about “lovers day” and talk her everything about Yuta asked for. They are really stupid. She was happy, becasue Yuta would give her space and don’t do anything wrong to her or talk with her.

 Girls come back and sit next to their partners. Yuta was looking at Soyeon with interest in his eyes. She nodded to him and sit next to him.

— Babe, how was your time with this girls?

— Very good. They are very, very talkative women.  — She smiled and feel a little bit stressed.

— What you was talking about?

— I think it’s not important.  — Jaeyeol was sip of her drink

— I decide what is important and what not.

— They think that you are hot, and was curious about our sex life and how good you fuck me.  — Yuta smirked look into his rivals eyes.

 Their faces was pale and looked a little bit angry. Girls looked at the ground, shocked that Soyeon tell him about their dirty minds.

— Something more, honey?

— They didn’t spend Wednesdat together. They were busy by work. Steal some weapons and money, like their girlfriends said.

 Yuta could spill the fire. He was pissed of, because this guys sweared to him that they were busy with their partners and papper work in office. BTS feel bad and stressed, they know how can this end.

 At Yuta’s face make new sinister smile. His men knows what is coming.

— Thank you darling.  — He throw his fist at the table  — I thought you were honest with me, you three motherfuckers. You know what I’m going to do?  — He turn around to his wife  — Honey, Haechan and Jaemin took you to home, I have to end business with this men. I’ll be back about hour or two, don’t wait for me.

 She nodded. Stand up and walked to his men. There was six of his men, and two of them have to take her back to home. 

— What do you think Yuta is going to do?  — Jaemin asked

— You jerk, what do you think? Of course, he’s gonna kill them, and this women gonna work at club in China. For sure WinWin or Kun goona take care of them.  —  Haechan laughed  — How do you feel Soyeon? Is everything good?

— Y-yes. It’s good. Does he often kill people?

— How do you think? He is in mafia, it’s his job. By the way, good job.

 She nodded and started look at window. It’s hard. She was more afraid of him, because she knew about this that he can kill, but it hits diffrently when someone tell you this. She closed her eyes and clean her mind.

[kutemouse]

And Then He Was Gray (Part Two)

Disclaimer: I edited the pic I used for my header, but the OG pic belongs to BTS & BigHit. The pic below isn’t mine either. I obviously don’t own Balenciaga.

Age Recommendation: 21+ (Not just a recommendation, kuties!)

Warnings: Consumption of alcohol, Tae and JK being rowdy drunks, lonely angst that disappears when he comes into the story (I think you know who I’m talking about by now 😉), sexual tension, talk of sex, betting, SWEARZ 4 DAYZ, lotsa skin showing, bikinis!

Word Count: 1,626

Summary: Your best friend Jeon Soyeon invites you to a kick-back with all of her friends and their significant others, intent on hooking you up with someone. Everyone seems taken, though, until he arrives, wearing a star-studded, gray top that makes your mouth water.

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And Then He Was Gray (Jin One-Shot, Smut, Fluff) Part Two

At the mention of beer pong, everyone cheered in agreement and started inside with me taking up the rear. I smiled, seeing Soyeon and Miyeon’s hands still intertwined. I was happy for them, I really was… but I couldn’t help feeling a bit left out. It’d been a long while since I had a boyfriend, choosing to concentrate on my family’s business rather than my social life after high school. Still, I missed having someone by my side, someone to cuddle with and confide in… someone who understood me. And yet, I hadn’t had a date in over two years. All of the boys I knew seemed to be either taken or not into girls like me. Then again, I was picky as well. It took a special kind of man to catch my eye.

I nervously tugged at my gray skirt again as we went into the basement and sat on various couches and chairs situated around a tv and ping pong table. Taehyung and Jungkook set up the cups in pyramid formations on both sides, filling them nearly to the brim with beer once they were done.

“Alright, rules!” Taehyung shouted over the din. “Teams of two each, and we’ll rotate out so the next team plays the winner of each round. Whoever’s left standing will be crowned the ultimate beer pong champions!”

“So extra,” Soyeon muttered, rolling her eyes.

Taehyung smirked. “And just for you, So-So, I’m adding another rule. Bounce shots that sink means two cups to drink.”

Soyeon groaned amidst the chuckles that broke out. “Taehyung, you know I’m already the worst at beer pong, do you have to make it even harder for me?!”

Miyeon grabbed my best friend’s hand and leaned in close. “Don’t worry, I’m pretty good,” she said, rubbing her thumb soothingly over Soyeon’s fingers.

I felt a twinge of disappointment. I was hoping Soyeon and I would be a team, but it looks like I’d be the odd person out. “Whatcha all doing?” a voice said. I turned to see him for the first time, intently watching us from the doorway. His right arm stretched above his head as he rested his elbow easily on the doorframe. I swallowed hard as I noticed his gray, star-patterned shirt riding up just enough for me to catch a glimpse of a lean, toned torso and a peek of what appeared to be Balenciaga boxers. He leaned forward, a playful smirk on his full, pink lips, causing his shirt to ride up and his jeans to slide down even more. My lips parted unconsciously as heat flooded straight to my core.

I immediately knew I wanted a taste of that honey-toned skin and those cotton-candy lips. The guy’s piercing brown eyes caught mine and his smirk grew. Tingles broke out all over my body. Shit. He knew my secret. I don’t know how, but he knew.

He tore his gaze away from me as his friends greeted him. “Jin, fucking finally!” Namjoon said, standing up and clapping him on the shoulder.

“Yeah, we would’ve waited for you, hyung,” Taehyung pouted. “We’ve already started beer pong, and everyone has a team already.”

“Not everyone,” I said loudly. Everyone turned to look at me, Soyeon’s mouth dropping open in shock. Now that I think about it, I think this was the first time she’d ever seen me speak up in a public setting. I was normally pretty shy and reserved, keeping to myself and trying to not be a bother. Even I was astounded by my own behavior, but that look that he gave me… I just had to know. I had to know if he knew.

“Oh, that’s right,” Taehyung said weakly. “Y/n doesn’t have a team. Sorry Y/n, I didn’t realize we had an odd number.”

“That’s okay,” I said, shooting him a smile.

“Well, then,” Jin said. He stepped right in front of me, looking down at me sitting on the couch, hands shoved in his jean pockets. “Guess we’re a team.”

I blushed profusely as he sat down, making himself comfortable in the seat beside me and slinging an arm over to rest easily on top of the couch.

The first teams up were Tae and Yuqi versus Jungkook and Shuhua. The boys loudly trash-talked each other nearly the entire game, with the girls getting more and more giggly as more cups emptied. Finally, it was down to the last cup on Taehyung’s side, while Jungkook’s side had three cups left. “It’s over,” JK said, giving his hyung a wide, evil grin.

“Like hell it is,” Taehyung growled. “You got this, babe.”

Yuqi stepped up, swaying a little, and took her time lining up the shot. “Go Yuqi!” Shuhua cheered. “You can do it!”

Yuqi giggled then took the shot. It bounced off the rim of the cup, eliciting groans from everyone, including her boyfriend. “Awww, babe, don’t worry though, it’s okay,” Taehyung said, tugging his girlfriend close and brushing his nose against hers. “If we get out this round, we can go do something else that’s fun.”

“Oh hell no,” Jungkook said, pointing at Taehyung. “If I find you guys fucking in my bed, or anywhere else in this house, I will kick you out. I’m serious, Tae.”

“What if we promise to wash the sheets?” Taehyung said, waggling his eyebrows.

“Get the fuck out,” Jungkook retorted with a grin, pointing at the door.

“Okay, okay, let’s make things interesting,” Taehyung said, holding his hands up. “If you miss this next shot, you can’t say another word about what Yuqi and I do and where… but if you make it, Yuqi and I won’t touch a single bed in this place.”

“Or couch, or chair, or counter, or table.”

“Fine,” Taehyung said, rolling his eyes.

Jungkook lined up the shot, making us all hold our breath in anticipation. He tossed the ball, and I swear, the rest of us followed its entire trajectory with our eyes until it landed… hit the rim of the cup… and bounced off.

Taehyung roared in approval, grabbing Yuqi by the waist and spinning her around, while Jungkook sank to the floor in mock-defeat and Shuhua laughed her ass off. I was giggling at their exchange when Jin leaned over and murmured something in my ear. “I think we can easily take whoever wins.”

His breath tickled and I leaned away instinctively. “Yeah, maybe,” I muttered before clearing my throat.

I saw a trace of disappointment in Jin’s eyes at my reaction, but before I could question it, he blinked and it was gone, replaced by a laughing smile as he surveyed the drama in front of us. Taehyung may have won the bet, but Shuhua sunk the last shot, winning the game overall. “Alright, who’s next?!” Jungkook practically yelled.

“This is boooooring,” Soyeon drawled. “Don’t you guys have a pool? We brought our swimsuits, you know.”

I blinked. We did?

Jungkook and Taehyung looked at each other. “Pool it is,” Tae said, shrugging. “I needed an excuse to get naked anyway.”

Everyone groaned and Namjoon even chucked a pillow at Taehyung. “Shut the fuck up, dude,” he said, shaking his head.

“C’mon,” Soyeon muttered, grabbing me by the hand and pulling me up. “Shuhua has a bunch of stuff here. She’ll have something that’ll fit you.”

I followed my best friend down the hallway into what looked like a guest bedroom. She threw open a door to a walk-in closet filled with womens’ clothing, opening one of the drawers and rifling through it. “This is all Shuhua’s?” I gasped.

Soyeon shrugged. “Yeah. She stays here for weeks at a time since she lives kinda far away. Jungkook’s parents are cool with it because he keeps telling them they’re gonna get married.”

“Are they?”

“Eventually. They’ve been together since high school and are still hot for each other. I doubt they’ll be breaking up any time soon.”

“Must be nice,” I said absentmindedly.

My best friend turned to look at me. “Hey, you’ll find someone,” she said, stopping her search and reaching out to grab my hand. “In fact, I think that someone is here tonight. Did you see the way Jin looked at you?”

I shrugged uncomfortably. “I guess.”

Soyeon rolled her eyes. “Y/n. We have been trying so hard to find a girl Jin likes. I’ve introduced him to every acquaintance I have and then some,” she said. “He’s never looked at any of them the way he looked at you, let alone said more than two words to them.”

I frowned. “You’ve never introduced him to me.”

“Yeah, because he’s kind of a douchebag,” she said. “He treats girls like tissues… you know, use once then throw away? I think my best friend can do better.”

“Wait, then why are you now so intent on hooking us up?”

“Because,” Soyeon sighed, turning back around and rifling through the drawer once more. “At this rate, even if it’s only a one-night stand, it’s a win in my book.”

“Wow, thanks,” I scoffed.

“Hey, if getting laid by a smoking-hot, drop-dead gorgeous guy like Jin brings your sex drive back into play, then so much the better for you,” she retorted, tossing a couple pieces of fabric at me. “Wear this.”

I held them up to the light. “No,” I said firmly. The bikini was a pretty, bright turquoise, but it was so… flimsy. I’d feel totally naked wearing this. The top wore like a sports bra with straps criss-crossing in the front to show off some cleavage. The bottoms would be normal except one side was made entirely of straps, dipping towards my core in a provocative way.

“Fuck no.”

Soyeon tossed me a wide, mischievous smile. “Fuck yes.”

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Y'all remember this?!?! I straight up died when this pic dropped. I stared at it quite frequently when I needed some inspiration for this one-shot. Enjoy suffering with me 😈 Here’s Part Three!

[sovhs]

,, SHUT IT DOWN - chapter thirteen

synopsis : after famous actor yn’s questionable scandal, management did their best to divert the public’s attention elsewhere, grabbing any opportunity that was swung at their direction—leading her to being reunited with an all too familiar acquaintance.

LOVE ALERT

“HELLO TO YOU BOTH,” said the host, his rich smile reaching his eyes.

the two exchanged a brief glance before y/n held out her hand and shook the host’s. “mark, it’s nice to finally meet you.”

“oh please, the pleasure’s all mine. i’ve been a fan of your work since rebelde. congratulations on nosferatu, by the way.”

the actor nodded in acknowledgment before returning to her seat next to soyeon.

soyeon, who was currently fidgeting with the sleeve of her jacket. she’d been on countless shows, done endless interviews, so why was her heart beating so fast? why was her mind racing? why—

“soyeon.”

she glanced up at the sound of her name, quickly plastering a smile on her face. “yes, sorry, what did you say?”

“well, we heard you had an album ready. your pre-release is already out, and it’s a hit. what was your inspiration?”

the starlet glanced at y/n, scanning her face before quickly looking away the second their eyes met.

“ah. well, know is about..” her voice trailed off, the explanation suddenly foreign on her tongue.

“..it’s about two people who fell out of connection finding their way back to one another. one is working to get to know the other, while the other,” soyeon paused, offering the host a half-hearted smile, “while the other already knows everything about them. it’s a bittersweet feeling, knowing someone is only now putting in the effort to understand you when you gave them everything from the start.”

mark nodded as y/n’s expression remained neutral, unreadable.

“that’s a very nice message, soyeon. i applaud you for your ability to make such masterpieces,” he praised.

“you’re too kind, mark,” the idol said with a gentle chuckle.

“are you two familiar with our show? have you watched..”

mark’s voice trailed off as the two exchanged a glance that answered his question for him.

soyeon and y/n couldn’t help but share a chuckle at the man’s defeated expression.

“sorry mark, but i only heard of it when we were told we’d be on here,” y/n admitted.

mark let out a playful sigh before clearing his throat and standing up, prompting the two to follow.

“well, no worries. i’m here to explain and guide you both through it. there’s a special section of our show where we’ll be interviewing you separately. we have questions that may or may not correlate with the other’s, and we’ll see how compatible you two really are based on your answers.”

soyeon’s palms suddenly felt sweaty. they hadn’t rehearsed anything for this section—though, to be fair, they hadn’t even known this segment existed.

“that’s actually a really interesting concept. it’s alright, i already know me and her are compatible,” y/n said, suddenly wrapping an arm around the idol.

mark let out a small chuckle before nodding. “yeah, yeah. you’d be surprised how many times i’ve heard that.”

his tone, though lighthearted, left a small sense of unease between the two.

“let’s start off easy. how did you two meet?”

soyeon let out a small sigh of relief. thankfully, she and y/n had discussed how to answer this question beforehand.

“well, we met at this bar. me and the girls had a gig that night, and we decided to get some drinks in celebration.”

she couldn’t help but laugh a little.

“i went up to get our drinks, and she was sitting there, chatting with the bartender. i stood there, just waiting, until she started talking to me.”

the starlet subtly wet her lips, nodding as she gave the camera a small smile.

“and i guess the rest is history.”

—

“what made you fall for her?”

y/n leaned back in her seat, arms crossed as she took a moment to ponder the question.

“..a lot of things made me fall for her. her smile, her charisma,” she paused briefly before shrugging. “but if we’re getting into specifics, i guess it was her ability to stay grounded.”

“she can see things from so many perspectives, understand each one—but that doesn’t make her own opinion waver. it’s admirable, actually.”

—

“what’s your ideal type?”

soyeon glanced off to the side before speaking.

“personally, i don’t want someone too ambitious. i want someone who prioritizes what makes them happy before what could make them successful.”

she took a moment to choose her words carefully. she wanted to stay vague, but at the same time, she needed to make sure it at least hinted at y/n a little.

“i want someone to love me, and i want to know they’ll choose me no matter what. i want someone who’s okay with reassuring me without making it seem like i’m nagging them.”

“someone who understands me through and through. someone who can look past my flaws. people like that make my heart skip.”

—

“my type?”

y/n bit the inside of her cheek, thinking for a moment before clearing her throat.

“i like someone who’s free-spirited. outgoing, if you will.”

she watched as the people behind the cameras nodded, signaling her to continue.

“someone who doesn’t need a lot of reassurance because i know they trust me.”

“so you prioritize trust over everything?”

y/n nodded. “i think trust is the most important thing in any relationship, romantic or not. without trust, you have nothing.”

y/n, soyeon, and mark sat in their seats, a faint smile gracing the host’s lips as he looked between the two.

“well, i’d like to thank you both for being here. it’s been a pleasure having you.”

“ah, well, thank you for having us,” the actor replied as soyeon nodded.

with a few more exchanges, filming came to an end.

🎶 : prev. next.

[kyufiber-moved]

shampoo; hendery

member: hendery / wayv, nct

genre: friends to lovers, fluff, angst

word count: 2.4k

summary: the two of you have been inseparable since 8th grade, best friends and nothing more. then one tipsy kiss changes everything, and you aren’t sure whether you’re just friends who made a drunk mistake, or something more. 

(a/n: thank you to miss @markheehee who gave me the idea from when she sent in her hendery dream !!! also i’m trying out a new scenario post theme inspired by @000609 and @nctream i hope y’all don’t mind !!) / (spotify playlist)

He’s never been this close to you. Not like this. 

You close your eyes. Let your lips part—

He’s right there, you can feel it. You can smell his shampoo, the green-apple scented one he’s used for the past three years. 

It never made you feel like this before. 

And in a moment of pure bravery, you let a whisper escape your lips: “Kiss me.”

The bell finally rings, signaling the end of class, and you stretch in your seat. Hendery appears in front of your desk, an excited grin sprawled across his lips. 

“What?” you yawn. 

“Did you hear Johnny Seo is throwing a party this weekend?” he doesn’t attempt to conceal the excitement in his voice, and the boyishness of it makes you chuckle. 

“What’s with you and that kid?” 

“He’s cool! And he invited me— and you, by extension— to his party this weekend! Do you know how big that is?”

“You know I’m not that big of a—”

“You’re a big, fat liar.” he scoffs. “You spent the entirety of Spring Break some level of drunk.”

You scowl, gathering your things and standing up. “That was different. That’s Spring Break.”

“And this is the weekend!” he slings your bookbag over his other shoulder. “You said yourself you need a break from studying,”

As the two of you pass through the doorway out into the hallway, you sigh. “I did say that,”

“So you’ll come?”

“I guess. My mom’s working late, so she won’t notice if we crash at my place after.”

He flashes you another grin, slinging your arm through his. “C’mon, we’ve gotta get to the cafeteria before all the good food is gone.”

Sometime later, the two of you sit at a table in the far corner of the lunchroom, munching on cheeseburgers. 

Hendery’s got his eyes locked on the popular table, where Johnny and several other upperclassmen sit. 

“Can you let up on your obsession with Johnny for like, two seconds?” 

“I’m not staring at him, dumbass.”

“Then who? Ouuuu... A girl, perhaps?” you nudge him teasingly, and the sheepish expression on his face tells you you’re right. “Who is it?”

“Nobody,” he mumbles, lowering his eyes to his sandwich.

“Tell me!” you whine. “Am I your best friend or not? I won’t tell anyone!”

He turns a light shade of pink, pretending to be annoyed, but you see a small smile peeking through. “Jeon Soyeon,”

You gasp, your grin widening. “Jeon Soyeon? You’ve got to be kidding me— she’s too much woman for you to handle,” you shake your head dramatically, and he shoves you.

“She’s softer than she lets on,” he rolls his eyes.

“Oh, man. He’s in deep,” you narrate, chewing a bite of burger and eyes twinkling with mischief. “He’s whipped,”

“If you don’t stop, I’m leaving.”

“You won’t,”

“I will,”

“You’re too much of a pussy to eat alone.”

“I’ll go eat with Soyeon,”

At that, you burst out laughing. “Please! I’d love to see that.”

He turns away with a huff and angrily takes a bite of his burger, making you chuckle. 

“This is the wrong house,”

“It’s not! The GPS says this is it.”

“I’m telling you, Hendery. It’s wrong,”

“Maybe I put in the wrong address...?”

“Or maybe he gave you the wrong address on purpose.”

You turn to look at your best friend in the passenger seat with a deadpan expression. He returns your gaze, eyes wide. “He wouldn’t have, right?”

You sigh, resigned, and pat his shoulder. “You’re so much dumber than you look, honestly.”

He scoffs, swiping his phone open. “I’ll just check— oh.”

“What?” you glance over curiously. 

On his phone’s screen is his Instagram dashboard, and the first photo is a candid of Soyeon making out with Johnny. 

“Oh...” you trail off, pursing your lips. 

You grab the phone from his hand and click it off, slipping it in your back pocket. “She didn’t deserve you anyway, man. Come on, let’s go to the arcade and kick some Pac-Man ass, or something.”

A small chuckle escapes his lips as you start the car, and before long, the two of you are in the local arcade, slamming away at the game controls and yelling your hearts out in the middle of the night. 

An hour or so later, the two of you are too tired — and too broke — to continue, so you grab your things and head back out to his car. 

Just as he’s opening the passenger door, you smack him on the shoulder. 

“Ow! What?”

You point at one of the only building still lit up in the small strip of stores, and you shoot him a mischievous grin. 

The words “Liquor Store” shine in neon at the end of your finger. 

“You couldn’t go to the party and get drunk,” you offer. “This is fate.”

“This is a coincidence,”

“Stop being a pessimist, you know that’s my job in this friendship.” you retort and drag him towards the liquor store. 

“Wait, but I don’t have any money—”

“It’s fine, I brought my wallet.”

The two of you head inside, you pushing him as he protests. 

Once you’ve picked out what drinks you want, you approach the counter, and that’s when Hendery freezes.

“What? Why aren’t you moving?” you mutter, trying to nudge him forward, but he spins around in place. 

“Do you have your ID?”

You blink. “I left it at home,”

He purses his lips, eyes sheepish, and lowers his voice. “Mine’s gone.”

“What?”

“Should we go and get yours?” he asks, and you scoff. 

“That’s a twenty-minute drive away and a twenty-minute drive back. By then, this place’ll be closed.”

“So what are we supposed to do then?” he asks, voice rising a little. 

You lean in, a not-so-innocent grin winding across your lips. “Run for it, duh.”

“But—”

“Go! Go! Go!” you shriek, and dart out the door with bottles in hand. Hendery doesn’t think twice before following you at a sprint, and the two of you book it to his car, the clerk shouting after you the whole time. 

You hop in your seats, slam the doors shut, and speed off in mere seconds, shouting and screaming the whole way. 

Once you’ve made it a safe distance, you pull over and the laughter sets in. Soon, you can’t stop the incessant giggling and both your stomachs’ are aching. 

When you finally catch your breath, you suck in some air and glance sideways at your best friend. “My place?” 

He nods, giggles still escaping his lips. 

You take a sip of one of the beer cans Hendery got at the liquor store, hissing after it slides down your throat. 

There’s a redness to your cheeks that reveals this isn’t your first can. 

Setting your drink down on your side table, you slump against Hendery who’s sitting cross-legged in the middle of your bed. 

The clock on your bedside table reads 1:27 AM, and he yawns. 

He nudges you, muttering to get off, but you make a sound of protest and glom onto him even tighter. 

“Y/n~” he whines. “I’m tired,”

“Hendery~” you mimic him, “I love you~”

“You must be really drunk not to pretend you hate me,” he snickers, cheeks flushed from the alcohol. 

“I don’t pretend I hate you! I’m nice to you all the time!” you protest, sitting up and grabbing at his cheeks.

“Y/n, sto~p!” he groans, drawing out the last word. 

“Not until you admit I’m nice to you all the time!” you pout, hanging over him. 

He whines loudly, trying to shove you off, but you just jump into his lap for better access to pinch his cheeks and the both of you topple over onto your bed. 

You pout slightly at his suddenly serious expression as he stares up you. 

“Are you mad?” you ask, the room swirling a bit.

As you study his face, the thought occurs to you that you haven’t seen him drink all that much, and it takes quite a bit of alcohol to get him that drunk.

So why are his cheeks bright pink?

You glance down at your position, and you realize you’re straddling him— on your bed, no less.

Heat rushes to your face. You scramble off of him, darting to the edge of the bed and spouting stuttered apologies. 

The sound of him sitting up reaches your ears, but you don’t turn until you hear him quietly call your name.

Your eyes meet like they usually do, but something is different this time.

His gaze lingers on yours for a little too long, something deep behind his eyes exposed in the rawness of the moment.

What’s different?

The lighting is dim, but you’ve been together in the dead of night countless times before. It’s unusually quiet, but comfortable silences are nothing new for you two. You’re touching, skin against skin, but you’ve been best friends for years— you’ve made contact before.

Maybe the difference is the look in his eyes as they hold yours; the feeling in your chest as the silence sinks deeper and deeper.

A question lingers just behind your lips, but you’re too afraid to break the silence; afraid that this moment might shatter if you do.

His big brown eyes, so comforting in the past, now make your whole body itch with self-awareness. You start to worry about blemishes on your face and skin, and if your hair is falling just the right way, when he reaches out a hand.

His fingertips brush your cheek, catching a few stray strands of hair.

His lips part and his hand slips behind your neck.

As he shifts closer, your heart beats out of your chest so frantically you’re sure he must hear it. But his eyes never leave yours, and he’s only inches away.

He’s never been this close to you. Not like this.

You close your eyes. Let your lips part—

He’s right there, you can feel it. You can smell his shampoo, the one he’s used for the past three years.

It never made you feel like this before.

And in a moment of pure bravery, you let a whisper escape your lips: “Kiss me.”

He does, and you realize you’ve never wanted anything more than what’s happening at this very moment.

Your hands find his shoulders, and his fingers tangle in your hair. 

All you can hear is the pounding in your own chest and heavy breaths intermixing. 

Sometime later, you stare up at the dark ceiling of your bedroom, the blurriness of intoxication now gone.  

The room is empty. The only signs that someone else was here with you before is the faint aroma of someone else’s shampoo on your comforter and your puffy lips. 

You blink, still not sure you didn’t dream what just happened in this room. 

You don’t know when he left, or for how long you’ve been laying here in silence, but you remember the kiss in vivid detail as it replays over and over in your head. 

Letting out a shuddering sigh, you shut your eyes and try to drift off to sleep.

The next day, what happened the night before is still the one and only thought preoccupying your mind. So much so, you find it difficult to pay attention in class. 

Your mind is running at a million miles an hour. 

Are we still best friends or something more? Are we dating now? Did he mean that kiss, or was it just a drunken mistake? Was he kissing me because he was upset over Soyeon or because he likes me?

But most of all, what is he going to say when we see each other?

As you walk to your locker, you chew your lip in anxiety. He’s waiting for you there already. 

You both blink at each other in silence for a moment when he opens his mouth, and an avalanche of words tumbles out of your mouth. 

“What happened last night was a mistake,” you say, avoiding his gaze. “We were drunk, and you were upset over Soyeon, and things happen. I think it’d be better if we both just forgot about it.”

You shove your textbook into your locker and slam it shut, glancing at him after. 

He’s staring at the wall of lockers when he nods in agreement, and you stride off down the hallway without sparing him a second look.  

Later that day in class, a text pops up on your phone from Hendery.

from: mother hen 🐥 — 12:13 PM

yo you wanna get mcdonalds tonight ?? my annoying cousins are staying at my house this week and i need to get outta there

to: mother hen 🐥 — 12:13 PM

👌👌👌

You exchange a smile with Hendery, sliding into the passenger seat of his car that night. The lights from inside the stores shine out onto the pavement as you drive, the radio playing faintly. 

The two of you pull into the McDonald’s drive-thru and order much more than either of you can eat, chuckling at the disgusted faces of the McDonald’s employees. 

He finds a spot in the back of the corner of the parking lot and the car engine sputters off, sinking the car into silence. 

As you chew on some fries, he takes a sip of coke.

“I’m sorry,” he says without glancing over at you.

Your head swivels. “What?”

“Last night. I'm sorry,”

You’re silent for a moment.

“Are you upset?” he questions with an unreadable tone. 

“No,” you retort, looking out the side window. “I just don’t know how you can be so calm and unaffected. You may think it’s okay to just kiss people whenever you feel like it, but you have no idea how much that affects people. My first kiss is now forever going to be a mistake. Something that never meant to happen.”

“It wasn’t a mistake,” he speaks up firmly. “Stop saying that.”

“What else am I supposed to call it? A drunken adventure?”

“I wasn’t drunk!” he bursts out. “I was completely sober. It wasn’t because I was drunk, and it wasn’t because I was upset over Soyeon. I don’t even like Soyeon!”

“Why then?”

“Why does anyone kiss anyone?” he shoots back. “It only counts as a mistake, huh? Fine then.” 

He leans across the console and kisses you firmly, leaving you stunned.

Just as he goes to pull away, your limbs move on their own and pull him back into you so you can kiss him back. 

In the back of your mind, it registers that he tastes like Coca-Cola. 

You don’t mind at all.

[dat-town]

No Speed Limit | Chapter 5

Summary: Some people live to race while others race to live. When an uptown girl’s and street racer’s worlds collide, their lives are bound to change. For the better or worse, it’s hard to tell. In-between rivalry and unwanted sparks, there’s definitely a bumpy road ahead (with no speed limit).

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Kim Hanbin wasn't one to complain.

Sure he didn't grow up in an ideal neighbourhood, his parents weren't rolemodels and life had threw him onto harsh concrete but he had dealt with it, he had gotten up. He endured the slaps and punches, he had come across every obstacle he had crossed and he had fought his way through if he had to. He knew it would have been in vain to wish for a better, shinier life, no,  he didn't want to be a charity case or someone to pity. Instead he gave his blood and sweat to make a name for himself. He wasn't one to give up either.

But Jeon Soyeon made him reconsider.

Oh no it wasn't that bad, nothing too brutal and he wasn't sure which of her doings chased her earlier drivers away. She didn't complain endlessly, nor tried to do her makeup in the car yelling at him to drive slower, in fact she hadn't criticized his driving style at all but she didn't make his life easier either. However, instead of behaving annoyingly and almighty like a typical Gangnam girl the reasons rather laid in different aspects.

It was the way she dressed, her style balancing on the fine line between tomboy-ish and girly. She most often wore comfortable, loose clothing paired with a skirt or shorts in the summer heat. Hanbin couldn't not notice how nice and smooth her legs were and he had caught himself staring multiple times while watching Soyeon exiting the car. It was in the smiles too, those secret ones she had hidden in the corner of her mouth while she was texting with someone or those suppressed ones whenever she found something funny, for example when he quickly changed radio station when a cringeworthy Twice song came up just to find an equally lovey-dovey boy group song on a different station. It was in the glint of her ebony eyes whenever she held his gaze through the rear mirror, those dark pits were rather cold on most days but sometimes he could catch the fire in them. Be it after an argument with her brother, being annoyed or even passionate about something, it was there. What's more, it was in the confidence she walked and in the pride that made her chin held up high.

It all prickled his skin.

He could feel that something in his lower abdomen crawling its way upwards waiting for him to just break and snap. It's not like she was doing these things on purpose, at least Hanbin doubted she was that sneaky. Still, he found her more and more attractive each day and in his weakest moments, he wished he didn't waste the chance he got all those weeks ago.

But the day when he really changed his mind about her being just another rich girl ungratefully dissatisfied with her life was supposed to be like any other. He was driving her home from her best friend's home when the car started to give out rattling sounds whenever he accelerated. The engine had been emitting an annoying ticking sound ever since morning but Hanbin didn't have time to check on it. He thought it would be fine to do after he finished with work but with the sound getting louder he didn't want to risk a malfunction. So he pulled down the road and undoing his seatbelt he made a move to get out but Soyeon's voice stopped him in mid-actions.

“Is there something wrong?” she asked with eyes boring into his through the mirror.

“I will handle it,” Hanbin simply dismissed her question. What would a girl like her know about cars anyway? It's not like telling her about the chance of the engine being blown could help at all, most likely it would freak her out.

With that, the guy got out of the car and opened the hood to check on the engine. The first thing he noticed was the nose-itching oil smell and he quickly registered the open oil cap. Nothing else seemed off which didn't explain the weird sounds but he closed the cap, shut the hood and sit back into the vehicle. He barely started the engine again, went forward 10 meters, the rattling sound was back. Sighing he stepped on the brake again and got out. This time he took off his stupid, fancy jacket throwing it onto the passenger seat and rolled up the sleeves of his shirt underneath. Working in a car repair shop and fixing up his own baby taught him a lot of mechanical things, so he had quite some idea what can be the problem, but he knew it would be a quite slow process if he kept going back and forth, so putting his pride aside he leant back into the car.

“Miss Jeon...”

The name always tasted foreign on his lips but Soyeon had never said anything about being annoyed of his formality and this was what his job required, so he stuck to it whenever he couldn't avoid talking to the girl. At her name, she looked up with her mouth in an unimpressed, firm line and crooked a brow questioningly.

“Would you help me with the car? Just starting the engine, nothing more,” he explained and didn't know what he expected. For her to be offended by the mere thought of doing the dirty work? Being absolutely laic about cars? Whatever it was, he certainly didn't expect to see pleasant surprise and a bit of pride flashing in her caramell orbs.

She wordlessly got out of the car not even waiting for him to open the door and sat in the driver's seat with practiced movements.

“Okay, now start it,” the oil cap popped off again and the pistons barely started moving but the sound was there. “Stop.”

He leaned down not minding getting his hands dirty as he tightened a few components, fixing up anything that looked just a bit off. They kept going back and forth, starting the engine, stopping, fixing but it seemed pretty useless and Hanbin was getting annoyed. Damn, he must have missed something obvious. Surprisingly Soyeon wasn't whining like a lot of busy, rich girl would have done and she didn't left either to catch a taxi home.

“Have you checked the rings?” she leaned out of the front window when still nothing changed after long minutes of trying.

“Of course I checked the-” Hanbin snapped but froze in mid-sentence when he realized he haven't tightened the ones on the cylinder's sides, just the ones on the end of pistons. So he did that now and voilá, the crackling sound ended. Huh, so she knows something about the cars. Honestly, the driver would have never guessed or was he only being judgemental?

“Nice catch,” he cleared his throat after he closed the hood of the car. He wiped his oily hands clean in a cloth from the glove compartment and they both went back to their original places without saying another word. Hanbin didn't bother putting the jacket back on and only when he looked back in the mirror he saw the faint blush on Soyeon's cheeks. Good thing he wasn't the only one affected then.

The rest of the ride was pretty uneventful. When he pulled up in the driveway and went around the car to open the door for the girl, instead of walking away without saying anything, he spoke up.

“Have a nice evening, Miss Jeon,” he bowed respectfully, painfully aware of the watching eyes through the cameras. The change in his behaviour didn't go unnoticed by the girl either who mumbled something under her breath.

“Pardon?” Hanbin blinked, waiting for her to turn around and say it to his face. She looked over her shoulder, coal black hair falling on her back like a curtain. Her eyes were like onyx, dark and mysterious but there it was, the fire in them that made his breathing a little more difficult.

“Call me by my name when my parents aren't around,” she said firmly, leaving no place for objections. It was the tone of an arrogant Gangnam girl and yet, it didn't annoy Hanbin.

“Okay,” he nodded slowly and licking his lower lip he already played with the taste of her name on his lips rather than the usual formal greeting. “See you tomorrow, Soyeon.”

Driving Soyeon around after that didn't become easier. In fact, it had only brought more difficulties. It was harder to say no to the urge to look back at her. But that would have been plain stupid. He needed this job, he needed the money and there were some boundaries coming with it despite their past… or especially because of that. It was better if he kept his distance. But she really, really didn't make it easy to keep his composure.

When Hanbin checked Friday's schedule and saw that the girl would be celebrating her birthday with friends, he knew that was gonna be a long day. But working overtime meant double pay, so he didn't complain. Not even when beside Soyeon two chatty girls got into the car in the evening. All three of them wore pretty daring clothes but Hanbin's eyes caught on Soyeon the most. She wore a flannel skirt with a dark crop top and a leather jacket thrown over one shoulder. She looked like she had the time of her life laughing along with her friends who requested to be driven to Shine, one of the most famous clubs in Gangnam.

“You haven't told us your new driver is so hot,” the ginger one of the unfamiliar girls whispered shamelessly scanning Hanbin's features in the rear mirror while the other one gasped.

“He can hear you, Soojin,” she warned her friend who apparently didn't seem to care because she just shrugged. But much to Hanbin's pleasure they quickly changed topic as they started talking about this or that celebrity visiting this certain club and they were guessing their chances of meeting them. The guy behind the wheel needed a lot of power in him not to roll his eyes.

“We're here,” he exclaimed once he parked not far from the neon lights of the place and the girls got out one by one leaving Soyeon last.

“Hey, it's gonna take a while so… I don't know, make yourself busy or nap, I will text you when I wanna leave,” she turned around before getting dragged away by her friends who yelled 'birthday girl' all over the streets.

Hanbin was actually relieved when he was finally left alone in silence and he had to admit that a nap sounded very tempting but in such a lively area, during the busiest time of a Friday night, he couldn't really, so instead he was texting with his friends and scrolling mindlessly on his phone, even playing a few sudoku game out of sheer boredom. Time ticked by painfully slowly, each minute felt like a little infinity and everyone somebody left the club, his head snapped up expecting to see the girls leave.

It was well past 2AM when he finally recognized the wild red-haired girl supported by another as they were walking down the street.

“Hey!” he yelled at them rolling down the windows but the two girls didn't stop. So he had no choice but to get out of the car quickly and run to catch up with them. He could tell it from far too but neither of the two was Soyeon. But at least she wasn't the totally drunk one. “Hey… where's Soyeon?”

At his question and sudden presence the girls froze.

“Um… I thought she left already. We lost her on the dancefloor and she didn't answer when I texted her that I will take Soojin home,” the brown haired-girl, Miyeon if Hanbin remembered correctly, looked up and explained only to be interrupted by the very drunk Soojin.

“'n whatcha doing, handsome?” she giggled when she noticed that they stopped in the middle of the street.

“Shit, I didn't want to leave her there. I...” the partly sober girl seemed conflicted as she looked down at the other one gripping on her arm. She was obviously thinking about going back but Hanbin didn't want to trouble her further.

“Don't worry, I will get her out. Take care of your friend and leave Soyeon to me.”

“Thanks,” Miyeon nodded to him with a tired but grateful smile and the two girls got into the first taxi they could catch.

Hanbin wasn't sure it was part of his chauffeur tasks to make sure the birthday girl didn't get in trouble in the club but not doing anything would have gone against his moral sense.

“I didn't sign up for this,” he muttered and with a deep sigh he walked towards the club's entrance.

Of course he had to pay an entrance fee about the quarter of his monthly payment but at least it was the Jeon's credit card this time. The club itself was even flashier, larger and more chaotic inside than he would have thought from the outside, so he had to look closely to find Soyeon under the artificially dim lights. Around him there was a mass of people grinding on each other, making out on the couches or flirting shamelessly at the bar. Sure the decorations were fancier but the people here were doing the same things his circle of people did on the streets for free. So if paying an arm and leg for it wasn't being a snob, then nothing else could have compared.

“That's it, baby, show them what you got!” A man hollered by the bar and Hanbin automatically turned around at the harsh voice. He scanned the area, his gaze running through the girl's figure who danced on the top of a table quite seductively but he moved on without a second thought. He actually needed a moment for the realization to hit and his jaw literally dropped when looking back he recognized Soyeon in the girl. She had left her jacket somewhere else but it was unmistakably her, so Hanbin elbowed his way through the crowd to get to her and her audience.

“Soyeon,” he called out her name loudly when he reached the table and he was actually surprised that the girl's head snapped to him immediately. A beautiful, loose smile spreaded on her mouth as he reached out her hand.

“Hey Mr. Cold and Mysterious Guy, wanna dance?” she crooked an eyebrow challengingly. She was obviously drunk, her tone and the lack of focus in her eyes were all telltale signs of her high state. When she realized he wasn't gonna climb up to the table (they wouldn't have fit anyway), she jumped to the ground but as she lost her balance, it was only Hanbin's grip on her arm that kept her up.

“No, not really. We are leaving. Now,” he stated clearly and firmly trying not to get affected, not now, from the way Soyeon clinged onto him, fingers curling around his collar, hot breath fanning his throat. She looked mesmerizing even now with sweat drops rolling down on her beautiful tanned skin and with wide, blown eyes.

“What a buzzkill! Let the girl have her fun. Don't you see we were enjoying ourselves? Who are you to her anyway? Her boyfriend?” One of the guys from around stood up, annoyed that the show got cut off and he grabbed Soyeon's elbow pulling her towards him.

“And if I was, would you take your filthy hands off of her?” Hanbin scoffed and swatted away the guy's hand, sneaking his onto the girl's cheek, cupping it gently.

“Soyeon… I will take you home, okay?” he was trying to make the girl look at him but she kept dozing off as if she just lost all her energy suddenly. But at last she wasn't trying to protest.

“Okay,” she nodded and turned around to wave to the others more enthusiastically than she should have. “Bye, guys.”

Maneuvering with Soyeon on one arms and getting out of the club as quickly as possible was another challenge but when they were finally at the car, Hanbin let out a relieved sigh. He had no idea the hardest part was still coming with helping Soyeon in the car. She had a bit of coordination problem, so he helped her get seated without bumping into anything. When he was trying to pull back after fastening the seat belt he was stopped midway by the girl grabbing on his neck tie. Their faces were barely centimeters apart and Hanbin's breath hitched in his throat at the realization. He could see every mole, every eyelash clearly up this close and he couldn't not notice how Soyeon's hazy eyes focused on one thing only: his lips.

“Do you know you touched me for the first time today?” she whispered sad and melancholic, yearning lacing her delicate voice. “You should touch me more. I like it.”

The confession was so straightforward, so sudden that Hanbin tore his hands away from her waist and shoulder as if she burnt him. However, the lack of contact seemed to dishearten the girl as her fingers slid off his neck tie. Only then he could breathe again.

“Am I really that unattractive to you? Are you disgusted by me?” she mumbled and even her voice changed with the unshed tears. Turning her head away and closing her eyes her trembling hands curled into the material of her skirt, and the sight made Hanbin's heart ache. It was almost unimaginable for him that a hot girl like her could think that.

Now that he had held her close he realized he also yearned to touch but right now she was under the influence of alcohol, proving her wrong would have been wrong on so many levels. He had no plans of taking advantage of her, especially not in such a vulnerable state.

“No. It's not about that,” he shook his head but as Soyeon's head fell forward, he doubted she heard him on the margin of dreamland. He gently adjusted her head on the seat and brushed some messy lock behind her ear, careful not to wake her up. Under the silver light of the moon, listening to her even breathing and the loud thumps of his own heartbeat, it was a moment like no other.

Before driving her home, he said one last thing not caring if they got lost in the wind and the moon kept his wish as a secret.

“Happy birthday, Soyeon,” he whispered.

[soyeonsbabygirl]

Can’t keep my fucking eyes off you.

Jeon Soyeon x Reader

To say you were excited for your solo stage was an understatement. The song was sexy, the dance was sensual, it fit your voice perfectly, and your stage outfit showed off your body in the right way. This stage was gonna be perfect.

You knew that from the minute you started dancing everyone’s eyes were on you. Especially Soyeon’s, she loved watching you from backstage. Her eyes were watching you like you were the only thing in the world. The way you moved your hips, from the subtle hair flip, or the chest pops you did.

She watched it all. She knew one thing was sure. It was like she was caught in a trance. You were seducing her without even know you were seducing her. She was falling to your game of silent seduction and she loved it. She needed to have you.

She had you pushed up against the door of your dressing room as she made out with you. She was desperate to have you, she needed you badly. Her hands made their way inside your shirt as you moaned softly into her mouth. Her kisses moved down to your neck nipping the skin as well.

She loved the sounds you made as she did this, each kiss she left was her leaving her claim on you. Before you knew it she had started circling your clit with 2 fingers making you moan. She smirked against your neck as she continued circling enjoying the sounds you would let out.

“Mm~..Soyeon…please..” you moaned out. She slowly inserted her fingers inside you making you moan even more as she began to finger you. She held your hips with her free hand as she watched your reactions. She loved how responsive you were.

She was glued to watching you and you both knew it, every time you walked in a room her eyes were always on you. Even now as she was 2 fingers deep inside you she couldn’t keep her eyes off you. You loved all of the attention she would give you.

You guys weren’t together yet but you didn’t care right now, as long as she could make you feel like this you wouldn’t complain. She could tell you were close just by the way you were clenching in her fingers.

She looked down and smirked at how your needy hole swallowed her fingers, you squeezed your eyes shut as you cried out. Your orgasm hit you like a wave as you came all over her hand, she applied small kisses to your face then moving to your ear nibbling on it before she whispered “we’re not done yet.”

You guys were back at the dorm now. You were laid on your back , your legs wrapped around Soyeon’s waist as her hips snapped into you with a big strap. She smirked as watched your eyes well with tears, mouth agape as you moaned. She loved it all. She loved being on top of you with you beneath her because then she could watch you even more.

The sounds you made were like heaven to her, she would go faster after each sound loving your reactions. You left scratches on her back , loving how her strap was kissing your cervix. She knew you were close since she had gotten use to the sounds you let out when you’re about to cum.

Your makeup was all ruined since you had cried it all off, your lipstick smudged from how much you guys had kissed. All of this was such a pretty sight for her to watch. She massaged your tit with one hand as she left kisses and bites to your collarbones licking the marks she would leave.

“I can’t take my fucking eyes off you. Your so fucking sexy baby. Every time I see you I just wanna fuck your brains out. I love seeing your reactions.” She whispered against your skin as you moaned again.

With one final thrust into you, you saw white as you made red angry scratches on her back. You let out the most pornographic sound you’ve ever made as you orgasmed all on her strap.

She chuckled as she kissed you. You may not be officially together but one thing was for sure. You were Soyeon’s girl and she loved watching everything you did.

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Sooo this was indeed gonna be posted but decided to post it on my baby’s birthday ( @mo0dy-succubus) . Can’t wait for her to see it! Plus it’s also Sana’s birthday so I’m gonna make a small Drabble for her later. Hope everyone had a happy holidays!

[ofevies-blog]

[JEON SOYEON, CISFEMALE, SHE/HER] — i wouldn’t be surprised if you’ve seen [SONG YEEUN] around century records, though most people tend to call them [EVIE]. perhaps you’ve noticed the [TWENTY] year old with the rest of CHERRY KISS as a [RAPPER], but if you want to get official they’re technically the [MAIN RAPPER] of the group. on stage people always say they’re [JOCULAR] & [SELF-RELIANT], but off the stage you might notice they’re also [UNPERTURBED] & [OBNOXIOUS]. — [m, 21, she/her, gmt]

overly-glossed lips, high-waisted fishnets, addicting variety appearances, designer labels all over — and overflowing charisma ? that’s evie, main rapper of cherry kiss. if u wanna plot tap the heart or im me ! and check her pinterest out : x !

tw : slight mentions of sexual harassment 

these are gonna be real rough points until i finish all of her pages and flesh her out fully ! i have some driving to do today so i can’t be on my laptop for much longer ... so these might be all over the place ?

so the first thing you have to know ( and the first thing the public sees ) is that evie has a magnetic personality ... call her a siren, a femme fatale, an it-girl ... all of the labels fit her just right ... even without trying, she has charisma that naturally flows out of her ... 

think of lee mijoo’s posing outside of music shows ? those dramatic modelling poses she does ? ( here, here, here, ) that’s literally what i envision evie being like ... 

i also imagine her being as popular for variety shows as jennie and jooe ( from momoland ) are ... she’s loud and charismatic and isn’t afraid to act a fool ! i can really see her having viral moments and fancams just due to how she oozes charismas and charm ... very very into fanservice and in general just has so much confidence that nothing phases her ? doesn’t care if her skirts or shorts are too short like she’d dance her heart out anyway and oWN it

anyway so she was born in busan but her parents moved to canada ( quebec specifically ) when she was about two ? so she wasn’t in sk for that long

though she did visit in the summer and her parents did speak to her in korean so she is pretty on par with her korean, but she does struggle w it sometimes bc she was in a french/english speaking country for 14 yrs so she can get rough

her mom actually is a professor and has been dedicating her career to teaching korean to students all over the world and also teaching cultural studies so evie is very well-cultured and well-educated uwu

her dad is a lawyer

anyway growing up in canada left her very well-educated because she was exposed to a much more open and liberal country, so she is verykeen on feminism and sociopolitical issues and girl power - to the point century sometimes has to tell her to shut up about it to avoid scandals, but that.. badass female in charge persona is just something she exudes well, so cherry kiss was a perfect fit for her to ... show it without ... losing fans or pissing off too many people !!

but that being said she has a high potential to get into a scandal bc of it ... she’s very loud and opinionated and it’s hard for her to keep her mouth shut

she actually experienced some sexual harassment by male students and teachers at her school - not long-term abuse or an assault, just some really gross objectifying comments and unwanted touches. experiencing that for so long, she got very passionate about women’s rights so she puts her foot down whenever she’s asked to do shit she’s not ok with !! and she will always protect other idols who are asked to do the same kinda objectifying shit

and also she is so ... so persistent on OWNING her own body and her own sexuality so she does fanservice and acts sexy on her own time in her own way, she isnt afraid to be very sexual 

also is a hoe

very much a hoe

plot hoe shit with her

so she can be... a handful for century, a scandal waiting to happen fr but she is so damn talented it’s hard to let go of her

she is also super rebellious and breaks the rules a lot heh

she actually attended a professional dance and music training school in montreal from 4 and a half to 16, per her mother’s love of dance and the arts, so she is an extremely good dancer as well as an amazing rapper / vocalist. just very well-trained ?

that being said because of her Training and her education she can be very judgmental and nitpicky about ... everything. she won’t hesistate to comment on your lines and form, on your technique, your use of your head voice and resonance ... 

again just so fucking opinionated shut her up PLS

so yeah she can sometimes have a very obnoxious, know it all... better than u attitude heh ... 

she’s just very proud of herself shemeans well

also a cheerleader at the high school she attended outside the music school uwu ... veryflexible

very much an it girl all her lifeee

anyway she ended up finishing her music and dance training earlier at 16 due to her education and her talents, and her parents had always planned to bring her back to korea once she’d finished the school

so she came back to korea in the summer of 2014 and has been brushing up on her korean ever since, but she’s doing quite well due to her parents actively speaking to her. she finished her last years of school in busan upon returning

immediately upon coming to busan, she participated in a dance cover group and posted rap covers online ( having actively been watching them and the kpop scene in canada ) she was scouted off the videos, really, due to her talents and charisma

while she absolutely loves being an idol and adores the chance to dance and rap to her hearts’ content, she is constantly torn up about ... being in such an antagonizing, sexist, homophobic industry ? so she is constantly battling with that ... always kind of feeling like shes letting her mom, who is soooooo active in women’s rights, down - as well as other women

and yEA i need to flesh her out more but thats the basics heh