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LSMU Special Mini Series - Chapter 2: Surf

And that was what I did. I finished Book 1 in a few hours. I can't express how RELIEVED I was that Jisoo-unnie and Yeoni weren't actually siblings. Aish... I didn't have incest fetish! So, at around 3 in the morning, I checked outside to see if they were still awake. They weren't, of course. That was good. I could read Book 2: Yes or Yes. This book was about Twice, which made me find it more interesting because the characters are people I am close with.

I have to admit, though... I was having fun reading this. But... I can't tell that to Mina-unnie, right? Or... Did she actually intend to influence me? I'm probably the only person she's close with who actually reads books. Ah... That's it. She must have wanted someone to bond with over these books. But... Did she think I seemed like the kind of person who reads... Eroticas? And... Eroticas about... People I knew? As I started reading book 2, I noticed how these two authors write. They're obviously not the best. They have limited vocabularies, and sometimes just outright repeat their phrasings. Where did these two writers come from, though? I mean... Who am I to judge them? I'm still learning English anyway. Probably they're not native speakers either. Hang on. Are they Koreans? Could it be?

What I can commend them on, though, is the plot. How could they make an actual universe from just fanboy fantasies, tackling serious topics such as idol prostitution, mental health, and our social lives?

This whole Idol Protection Group thing was sooo unrealistic, though! Corrupt executives having sex with idols–Ew! Disgusting... But somehow I was gripped by the story. Somehow, these books brought awareness to sensitive matters, and weren't totally hornyness personified. It was good!

Wow... So... Jeongyeon and Sana unnies were dating here. Honestly, they're two of the most beautiful women out there, and Sana-unnie was indeed flirty and close with Jeongyeon-unnie... The thought of it made sense. But... Wasn't Sana-unnie closer to Dahyun-unnie, nowadays? So many things are happening in this book! Three new POV characters from the Big Three companies, various idol appearances... This thing about Twice's contract situation was good. Their contracts actually ran out by the end of this year... What would happen then? A lot more girl on girl actions in this book too, and... And it made me... Feel things. I found Jeongyeon-unnie much more attractive now than before, with her carefree, unapologetic, almost boyish personality. Gosh... She was so protective towards Sana-unnie here. Which made sense. Her personality was my direct opposite, I guess. And... It made me curious... Oh wow... This chapter about them having sex in Singapore... How... How great would it be if someone could treat me as well–and... Rough–as Jeongyeon-unnie treated Sana-unnie? I mean... Their characters from the book... Oh gosh. I... I wanted someone like Jeongyeon-unnie. Come to think of it.... Ryujin is kinda like– NO! No. No. No. I shouldn't think about Ryujin that way. No. No. No! Get a grip Lee Chaeryeong! No dirty thoughts! This book has so many great parts! I loved how this Han Minsoo character grew from being super shy to become confident... And even got a chance with Jihyo-unnie. The revelation of Nam Chuyoung's identity was... Woah... So he was Kwak Jinyoung from the first book! And picking Ahn Jae Hong as the actor who portrayed him was perfect... Since he did become a lot slimmer after being kinda chubby previously. Ansel Jackson's story arc though... He's cheating. He seduced Dahyun-unnie behind Mina-unnie's back. How would Mina-unnie react when she found out? Would she find out? This was getting more and more complicated. I loved how this story tied back to the first book! And then... Gosh... This shootout at the SM Entertainment Parking Lot. It was so gripping... It was heartbreaking to read Tzuyu-unnie crying over Chuyoung. Would he recover? And... Jeongyeon-unnie. So sad... The ending... Oh gosh... NO! Ansel was the one who helped Park Manse escape? How could he! And, oh my God... CL-sunbaenim?! Oh God... Oh God, oh God, oh God! I could wait to read Book 3! Red Velvet would be in it, right? I finished Book 2. Damn. That was intense, even more so than the first book! I was starting to think that Twice-unnies were so lucky for being written like this. I honestly wouldn't mind if a book about us is written in the future. I wonder how these authors... NotImportantNotAtAll and Triskaideka, would portray me. Do they even find me attractive? I wish I could talk to someone about this book. Should I text Mina-unnie? No... She said I should talk to her about it once I caught up to her, so... Not yet. But... Hang on. Didn't I see a link in one of the Author's Notes in a chapter? There it is! A link to.... Discord? A Discord server? Should I join? Would it be weird? I'd remain anonymous with a new account. I... I don't have to speak at all, right? But... It'll be in English too, like the books. Ah, no matter. I'd just join to lurk and see what others were talking about these books. Right. I'm joining. I downloaded the Discord app on my phone and created an account. Hmm... What would be a good username? Something that's not... Too obvious. But... If I'm too NOT obvious, would it be suspicious instead? Why was I

second guessing everything? Eotteokhae... O–Okay... Username... ChaerryBlossom. Yeah. People woudln't notice. Right... Joining. General chat... Ah... Geurae... So that's how it works. Okay. Suddenly, a yawn escaped my mouth. I looked at the clock on the wall... Oh shit! It's almost morning! I'd read two whole books, but I'd have zero hours of sleep! But... Something told me to just continue with this server. Ah... As expected. All I saw were users lusting over girl group members. There were channels for Blackpink, Twice, Red Velvet... Others... IPG members? Oh... Most of the photos were of SNSD sunbaenims. Wait... What? There were channels for Aespa... And Itzy? But... I hadn't encountered both groups yet in the books! Sure, I knew Winter had her own spin-off series, but... Were the others there too? Book 3 part one and part two would still revolve around the first three big groups, right? Would there be a book about us? I wanted to explore more. I opened Wattpad again, but I suddenly felt really sleepy. Right. I should just sleep. I'll continue reading some time later. I placed my phone on the side of my pillow, then... "Eh? You’re awake?”

I jolted up and glared at the door. Lia-unnie had entered the room, finding me on her bed. "Why are you on my bed?" she asked. I panicked. "O–Oh! Y–Yuna... Yuna's.... Yuna's on my bed! She fell asleep and, and... Hasn't... Wait... Why are you up so early? Where did you sleep?" I stammered panickedly. Lia giggled. "I slept with Yej–I mean... I slept in Yeji's b–Room! I slept in Yeji's room!" she stuttered. Strange. Why was she flustered? Lia turned to look at Yuna, then she giggled as she noticed something. "Ya... How old is she? Why did she pee on your bed?" Lia asked. I gasped. "A–Ah? E–Eh? U–Umm... I–I..." I stuttered. "Ah well. I want to continue sleeping... I'll just lie down next to you! It's my bed after all..." Lia shrugged. She jumped onto the bed, laying down next to me while giggling. Lia was always energetic and easy going, but I found myself panicking. Should... Should I explain what happened between Yuna and I last night? What would she think? Lia sighed and hugged me tight from behind. I acted annoyed and grunted, but my shy smile gave me away. I loved getting hugged by her, or anyone, actually. She giggled and leaned in closer to me. "Are you going back to sleep, Cheryeong-ie?" she asked. I shook my head. "I... I was just trying to sleep," I said. Her eyes widened. "Oh? Can't sleep?" she asked. "N–No... It's... I was... Read–watching Netflix... And... Browsing for things online... And I forgot about time," I stuttered my lie, but Lia noticed what I was about to say initially. "Reading, huh? Any interesting books?" she asked, glancing at my phone. Shit! The screen's still on! I reached the power button and put it to sleep as quickly as I could. "N–No! I was... Watching Netflix!" I insisted. Lia giggled and snuggled close to me. Honestly, her warm presence made me feel so comfortable, and soon I felt my eyes getting heavier and heavier. As I drifted off to sleep, I heard Lia whispering. "Next time... If you want to lie... Don't... Let me see that your phone's on Discord," she whispered. I didn't reply. I acted like I had fallen asleep, and thankfully, she didn't press me. Soon, we both fell asleep... A peaceful one. I didn't know how long Lia and I slept, but for the second time in the same day, I got woken up by a loud voice. "RISE AND SHINE, LESBIANS!!!" Lia and I jolted up, embracing each other, finding Shin Ryujin standing at the door with her palms against her hips, grinning wide. I looked over to my bed, and Yuna was gone. "Join us for lunch, Lesbians!" Ryujin exclaimed again. "Yedeura! Bab meogja!" I heard Yeji's voice from the dining room. "C–Coming!" I shouted. Ryujin smirked. "I don't want to know how many times you actually were cumming... But... You really should join us for lunch, Lesbians!" teased Ryujin again, making me blush red. "YA! SHUT IT!" I scolded her. Beside me, Lia was unable to restrain her laughter. Ryujin laughed too, before gesturing at my bed. "By the way... I changed your bed sheet, Chaery. Damn... It was soaking wet," she uttered. "I–I... I can... Explain...." I stuttered, but Ryujin shook her head. "It's alright. I am not teasing you about it... So you should thank me!" she said smugly. She winked and walked away, leaving the giggly Lia and the blushing me in the room. Why... Why was my heart thumping faster when I spoke to Ryujin? Was she... Getting a lot more attractive today? Or... No. That was just because of what I had been reading last night. "Come on, Chaeryeong. Let's have lunch," Lia said. I nodded. "Y–Yeah. Let's go," I said. We went out, joining the girls in the dining room. I sat across the table from Yuna, who had obviously just showered, but strangely, she didn't make eye contact with me. I shrugged and proceeded to eat. I was hungry anyway after skipping breakfast. As we finished our lunch, Yuna and I caught glances of each other. Strangely, she blushed red and smiled, biting her lower lip. Yeji noticed this. "Yuna-ya, are you okay? Why are you blushing so red?" she asked. Yuna looked up. "Oh? It's... I'm fine, Unnie! Ya... The food's

really good! I love the gamjatang!" she said, changing the subject. Yeji stared at her confusedly, but then she shrugged. Ryujin chuckled and stole a glance at me, raising her eyebrows a couple times, as if knowing something. I blushed and cleared my throat. "R–Right! Come, give me your plates! I'll do the dishes!" I said, wanting to avoid an awkward situation. Yeji frowned. "Eh? But you just washed last night!" she said. Lia giggled. "Ya! Don't remind her! I was supposed to do the dishes!" she sniggered. We all laughed, but Yeji sighed and shook her head. "You two maknaes... You're acting weird..." she mused. "I–I don't know what you're talking about, Unnie!" I said, taking the plates quickly. I rushed over to the sink, beginning to wash the dishes. I heard the others talking and joking, before one by one, they started leaving the dining room. They settled in the living room playing games, by the sound of it. That was good. I needed my time alone to collect my thoughts. Suddenly, I felt someone creeping behind me, and slowly embracing her arms around my waist. Her flowery scent filled my senses, and I felt her fresh breath behind my ear, making me shudder. I knew who it was, so I turned to see her. "Y–Yuna..." I shuddered. "Unnie~" she whispered while staring at me lovingly. On any other day, I wouldn't find this weird at all. We were all touchy with each other, and Yuna was one of the most touchy, if not the most touchy. But... After what happened last night... I found her touchiness a little different. Oh God... Maybe Yuna really enjoyed what I accidentally did to her last night! "Y–Ya..." I uttered. Yuna giggled. "Unnie... Can I sleep in your bed again tonight?" she whispered in my ear. "W–What... Are you... Talking about..." I whispered. "It was... really good last night... And I... Want to repay you..." she whispered. "R–Repay?" I stuttered. Repay? She... She wanted to do it to me? My mind went back to the time I touched myself while I was reading Lovesick Monster. The way my finger was wet, how easily it could have slid inside. And... That little protruding thing above my... Vagina... What... What would happen if someone touched it for me? Someone... As beautiful as... Yuna? "What do you say, Unnie?" Yuna pressed. "I–I... I... I don't know, Yuna..." I stuttered. She giggled. "Let me know, Unnie. I'll be in your room..." she whispered. Suddenly, I felt her long tongue slithering out. She licked my ear from top to bottom very, very slowly. I shuddered, and I felt... My... Panties... Getting wet? I closed my eyes, and my trembling hands slipped off a plate I was drying. If not for the rubber-carpet that was on the floor, it would have been broken. Still, the loud thud alerted everyone in the living room. "Chaeryeong-ah! You okay?" Yeji asked. "Y–Yes, Unnie! Just... Slipped!" I replied. "Be careful!" Lia yelled. I glared at Yuna, who giggled and winked at me naughtily, before skipping out of the kitchen. I sighed and continued doing the dishes, before drying my hands and went out. Everyone was on the couch. Ryujin and Yuna were watching All of Us Are Dead on our big TV set, Lia was typing on her phone, her head resting on Yeji's thighs, who were checking instagram on her phone. I sat down on the single sofa. I took out my phone, and naturally checked on the Discord server again. As usual, members were talking to each other, commenting on various idols and the books, including this guy with '하준 오빠 - 가지마' as his username, who kept lusting over Lovelyz Lee Mijoo, and a guy called 'Jisoo's Husband' who kept replying 'MOMMY' to every idol picture posted in the channels. I stifled my chuckle. They were a funny bunch. TRIXIE must be Triskaideka, right? One of the authors? Yes, I could see the Author-Ness tag behind his name. So that makes Dpair... NotImportantNotAtAll? And who's this Nichusimp... Why Semi-Author-ness? Out of curiosity, I checked out the Itzy channel, not knowing what I'd find in there. Oh... My... God... So many pictures of... Me? And gifs too... I felt my face blushing. They were...

Talking about my... Ass... During the MAMA performance... And the performance at SBS Gayo Daejun? Gosh... I guess... I was a little carried away that night. I decided to type in the general chat channel. Ah... Dpair replied. Nichu too... And TRIXIE! That was nice. Oh wow. I was the only Korean in the channel, huh? Wait... But TRIXIE wrote in Hangul pretty well. Maybe he'd learned the language. 'Isn't the Lia bias a Korean?' typed 하준 오빠 - 가지마. Oh? Another Korean on the server? And... A Lia bias? Nice! Where was this guy... Hang on. TRIXIE mentioned him... LiaCutie...? Strange. He'd been here longer than I was. Hang on... Let's check on his activities. Hmm... This guy didn't act the same way as the other readers. He wasn't theorizing about the stories. He didn't talk to other readers about K-pop... He only commented on a few pictures... Mainly Itzy ones. He definitely didn't obsess over the three main groups currently in the story, not even Aespa, which was the next group in line if I guessed correctly. What he frequented was the Itzy channel. That's... Weird? Itzy was almost entirely absent from the story yet.

I assumed most members of this server were either Blinks or Onces... With the occasional die-hard Luvies like Guimma and, well… 상준 오빠 - 가지마 with his obsession over Lee Mijoo and… Fromis_9’s Lee Saerom? Anyway, it wasn't like Midzys would discover this server accidentally. He's online. Should I engage in a conversation with him? Yeah. That'll be a good chance. He must be Midzy, and the chance to speak to a Midzy without him recognizing who I was didn't come that often. Time to practice my English with this guy. I opened the private chat section and chatted with him. 'Hello, LiaCutie! Are you a Midzy?' He replied promptly. 'Hi! Not precisely! Lol :p' 'Not precisely'? For someone with 'LiaCutie' as his username, with Lia's photo as his profile picture, that was... Strange. Oh. He's typing... 'What about you? You must be a Midzy! Who's your bias?' I was about to type, but then he followed up with another message. 'Lemme guess: Chaeryeong? LOL! :p :p' I frowned, and quickly typed my reply. 'No. Not a Midzy also, but... I have a bias in Itzy.' I waited anxiously for his reply. A second later, it came. 'Lol! Can you guess my bias?' That's not too hard... 'Lia, right?' 'Ddaeng! Not Lia! It's Yeji! 1-0!' My eyes widened in surprise. That... That's really weird! Why would he name himself LiaCutie and put on Lia's picture as his avatar if his bias was Yeji? I heard a giggling sound. I took a glance at the others, finding Lia still relaxing her head on Yeji's thighs, with Yeji absentmindedly stroking her hair. Lia was typing while smiling wide, and when she finished, my phone vibrated. H–Hang... Hang on. It was a Discord message from LiaCutie. 'You seem to know Itzy, right?' I typed my reply promptly. 'I guess. Why?' 'Do you think you know what each of the girls like in person?' I furrowed my brows. 'Why... Do you ask?' 'Just asking, wanting to get your opinion.' 'Opinion on what?' Another giggle. I shot a glance at Lia. It was her. She typed on her phone again, and then another message came into my Discord private inbox from LiaCutie. Hang on.... No way! That... That can't be true, right? 'Ah well... Let's just say I'm writing a book, and I'm not sure how they'd respond in romantic situations to each other...' LiaCutie texted. 'What are you thinking so far?' I replied. 'What do you think Yeji's into? As in... Kinks,' LiaCutie texted again. I raised an eyebrow. 'Why would I know what Yeji's into?' I replied. I was lying, of course. I knew what Yeji was into, after living with her for such a long time. But... Hang on. Who was I talking to? If it was just some random guy, then there would be no harm in telling him, since it wasn't like he'd have any chance of ever dating Yeji in real life. But... What if...? I shook my head. No. It can't be. I was talking to a random guy on Discord. Maybe a writer–since a few members in the LSMVerse discord server were writers too. Maybe he was preparing an Itzy fanfic. Yeah. That should be it. I lifted my thumbs and started typing. 'Okay. Listen: Yeji

seems like she's the romantic girlfriend you'd hold hands with and introduce to your parents, right? Especially with her new haircut. But... If you've seen the glare in her eyes, then you'd know she's dangerous.' LiaCutie typed in her reply. 'So dangerous, so so so dangerous. LOL!' I chuckled silently. This guy had a sense of humor! I continued writing. 'Yeah... You'll never know whether she'll bite your neck and leave a mark, or push you down and devour your... Um... Shift stick... Assuming you're a guy.' I closed my eyes and cringed at my own writing. 'Shift stick'? Come on, Chaeryeong! You could do better than that! 'Woah... That's insightful!' LiaCutie said. I was still thinking what to reply when he texted again. 'Unfortunately I'm not a guy. Lol. Do you think she likes girls?' I glanced at Lia, who was giggling while staring at her phone. Okay. Hold up. This... This girl... Was she...? Oh my god! She was, wasn't she! She was actually Julia Choi! This was huge! So... She... Lia-unnie... Actually read Lovesick Monster too? And she was active in the Discord server, even! How did she find the fanfic? Did Mina-unnie recommend it to her too? And she... Oh... Oh my God... That's why she was sleeping in Yeji-unnie's room these past few days! 'What do you think?' Lia asked again. What... How should I answer her? I wanted to be sure that I was actually chatting with Lia-unnie through Discord, but I didn't want her to know that she was talking to me! Also... I was... Curious about her apparent interest in Yeji-unnie... And I wanted to know more! Alright, alright... Think, Chaeryeong! Think! 'Oh, um... Well... I do think she has a thing for girls, but.. She just doesn't know it yet.' I decided to reply honestly. I did think Yeji had a thing for girls, but she was still unsure about it, unlike Yuna, who was straight-up bisexual, or Ryujin, who was definitely lesbian, or... Or myself? I wasn't even sure. But... I never thought... Lia-unnie? 'I know right! What if... The main character of my story is very close to Yeji... She's... Let's just say she's madly in love with her, especially after she cut her hair short. But... She's afraid that Yeji only thinks of her as a good friend!' texted Lia through Discord. So that's what Lia-unnie was thinking! I noticed how she stole a lot of glances at Yeji since our leader cut her hair adorably short, and... Gosh... This was a confession, and honestly I thought they'd be cute together! I should encourage her, shouldn't I? Yeah. I should. 'Alright... Umm... At least in my opinion, Yeji is obviously very close to Lia, not only because they're the unnies, but also because there's an absolute connection between them. They're comfortable being physical with each other, and I think the only thing hindering them from being happy with each other is themselves. No one is initiating the first move! I heard... They even sleep together on the same bed nowadays. Isn't it foolish that nothing is happening between them? If your character is like the real, loveable Lia, I think she should make the first move.' I sent the long message, and I glanced at Lia. She stared at her phone seriously, like she was reading something important, like she was reading a long-ass message someone had just sent her on Discord. Yes. It was definitely her. Oh damn. As she finished reading my message, she pressed the power button, and with a serious look, she looked up at Yeji-unnie. Yeji looked down and smiled, making her sharp eyes disappear. Lia smiled and scrunched her nose, before taking up her phone again. She typed, and soon my phone vibrated. 'Thank you. She's going for it tonight.' And then... To my surprise... The account was deactivated. Oh. My. God. Lia-unnie... Was in love with Yeji-unnie. And she... She was really going for it tonight. She was going to... With Yeji-unnie... She would... They would... Oh my God! I stared at the two unnies. Lia had sat up, embracing our leader tightly, who looked at Lia confusedly, but hugged her back anyway, giggling. I smirked. She still didn't know that

she had just talked with her own member on Discord. Thank God I was a better liar than she was. "Yeji-ya... Can I sleep together with you again tonight?" Lia asked Yeji. I thought I caught a hint of nervousness in her voice. Yeji looked at Lia while raising an eyebrow. "Mwo-ya? Again? Chaeryeong would feel lonely!" she said. "You and Yuna together in the room would make it practically impossible for Yeji-unnie to sleep!" quipped Ryujin. "Ya! I'm not that loud!" exclaimed Lia loudly. Ryujin scoffed. "You literally just screamed loudly," she muttered. Damn. Why did she have to be so cool? Lia stuck out a tongue at Ryujin before looking at me. "Chaeryeong wouldn't mind, would she?" she asked. I was about to agree with her, when suddenly I felt a pair of long arms hugging me from behind, followed by Yuna's excited voice. "Don't worry, Unnies! I'll sleep with Chaeryeong-unnie again tonight!" she squealed. "Y–Ya! Yuna!" I protested. She then rained my cheeks and neck with playful kisses. I squirmed and squealed, but... But... Why did I... Enjoy this? We were used to giving each other kisses every now and then, but... Why did her kisses now feel... Lustful? Lia and Yeji laughed. "Well... That solves it! Gomawo, Yuna-ya!" exclaimed Lia. Ryujin scoffed again. "Lesbians..." she uttered with her breathtaking smirk. Was this... Really happening? Tonight... Yeji and Lia, and... Yuna and I? But... But... I wanted Ryujin... This wouldn't count as cheating, right? I hadn't even confessed to her anyway that I liked her. I... I guess doing it with Yuna wouldn't do any harm. I also knew Ryujin had done it multiple times. I knew she did it with Lia-unnie back then... So... If... If I'd ever get a chance with Ryujin, wouldn't it be nice if I had some experience... Some practice on my own? So that I wouldn't look like a total novice. And... Who better to practice with other than a visual princess like Yuna? Oh God... It was really happening tonight, then... * * *

A lot of minor things happened later that afternoon. Manager-unnie came to visit us to do a routine welfare check. She reminded us to not post any photos on social media revealing our new hairstyles for our 3rd anniversary, to keep it a surprise for Midzys. She also reminded us to cover our heads if and when we decided to go out.After she left, we each did our own exercise and played some games, before taking shower. We wanted to order food today after eating home-cooked meals for last night's dinner and today's breakfast and lunch, so we ordered roasted chicken from a nearby shop. The delivery came, and Yeji, Yuna, and I set up our dinner table. As I took some plates from our cabinet, I noticed Lia entering Yeji's room, carrying something from our shared room. It was a medium sized box. I was curious. "I'll... Go to the toilet for a while, Unnie," I found an excuse. "Alright," Yeji nodded. I followed Lia secretly, and stopped behind the corner of a wall before peeking through the open door of Yeji's room to see what she was doing. Lia was kneeling on the floor, pushing the box beneath the bed. "What the fuck are you doing?" I jolted as I saw Ryujin walking past the room from the direction of the toilet. Luckily, she wasn't saying it to me; she was talking to Lia. I looked at Lia, who was now busy looking at the big mirror in Yeji's room. "I–I... I'm just using the mirror here! It's the largest mirror in our dorm, and I want to see my whole body," Lia said, surprisingly calm.Ryujin scoffed. "Don't worry, Babe. Your body is smokin' hot," she said, pointing two finger-guns at Lia. Lia gasped as her jaw dropped, but she welcomed Ryujin's compliment by doing a body roll, which made Ryujin laugh and shook her head. She walked inside her room, and I walked back to the kitchen. Okay. Now I really wanted to know what that box contained! We had dinner peacefully, joking and talking like we always do, and after dinner, I looked around the table. "Who's washing today? I shouldn't be washing for the next three days!" I quipped. The girls laughed. "Ya! It's your turn now!" Yeji pointed at Lia. Lia nodded and chuckled. "Fine, fine!" she said. Lia stood and began washing the dishes, with Yeji being kind enough to help her. Ryujin went straight to the living room to continue playing her Nintendo Switch. Right. This would be the perfect opportunity to sneak under Yeji's bed and see what Lia hid down there. I stood up, but then Yuna held my arm, tugging it gently. I looked at her, finding her big, beautiful eyes staring at me. "Text me when you're ready," she mouthed silently. I blushed, but nodded. "O–Okay..." I replied. Alright, yes. I admit it. Yuna looked delicious. I found myself expecting our encounter tonight. But first... The box. I went out, and snuck past Ryujin who was busy playing in the living room. I tiptoed to Yeji's room, entered quickly, and bent myself under the bed, looking underneath. There. That's the box. I reached inside and took it out. I opened it...A long... Pink... Rubbery thing. What... What is it? I reached inside the box and took out the rubbery thing. I saw the ends of the long rotund thing, and... I realized it. "Ohmygodohmygodohmygod!" I whispered under my breath. It was a dildo! A double-ended dildo... It was... So... Thick and large... At least 10 inch... And... Ew ew ew ew ew ew! Why was it slimy! Omomomomo.... Was it... Was it... Used? Out of panic, I dropped the dildo onto the floor. No. Wait. Hang on. I should place it back. Oh shit. I quickly picked the dildo up using the tips of my fingers and placed it back inside the box, closing the lid securely. What the fuck... What did I just... Found... Oh my God... Lia was going... To use it on... In... Yeji? Or... Was it the other way around? Footsteps. Shit. I heard footsteps. Two sets of them. Shit! It must be Lia and Yeji! Should I go out? No. They'd find out. I should hide! But where? Shit. The footsteps were getting closer! Oh. Okay. Under the bed! I ducked and slid under the bed, taking the box with me. In my heart, I was

thankful that Yeji was super tidy and clean, I couldn't even find dust under her bed. I looked out and used the large mirror that went all the way to the floor to check my surroundings. The door opened, and in came Yeji and Lia, talking and chuckling. Yeji sat on the bed, while Lia stood in front of the mirror. I panicked for a second, thinking that Lia would catch my reflection, but then I breathed a sigh of relief as I realized that it was super dark under here, I myself couldn't even see my reflection in the mirror. "Ugh... I think I should sleep early tonight... We talked too long last night and slept at around 3am, right?" Yeji said. Lia chuckled. "Alright... Straight to bed then... But... Not to sleep yet," she said. What the fuck? So... They... They weren't planning to go out? But... What about me? Would I be trapped under the bed like this until they're asleep? And I knew they weren't going to sleep early tonight... Not after Lia prepared this... Large dildo...OH FUCK! Lia was going to look for the box under the bed! "Mwo-ya?" chuckled Yeji. "What is that supposed to mean?" "Yeji-ya..." Lia whispered sultrily. I felt the hairs on my neck standing up. "Hmm?" Yeji replied, her voice surprisingly calm. "I... Have a question..." Lia said. Yeji chuckled. Did she know? Was she clueless? My God. Why did I find this exciting? I kept staring at the mirror, watching the two unnies seduce each other. Lia slowly walked towards Yeji and sat next to her on the bed, her feet right in front of my face. "What is it?" asked Yeji, speaking slowly with a deeper voice. "Do you think... I'm... Pretty?" purred Lia. Yeji stared at Lia. "Mwo-ya... What kind of question is that?" she chuckled. "Just answer me..." Lia pressed. Yeji giggled and stared at Lia. "Of course... You're pretty. Was that an awkward answer?" Yeji asked. Lia stared intently into Yeji's sharp eyes. Why was this... Turning me on? "You think so?" Lia whispered, her face inching closer towards Yeji. Our leader nodded. "Uh-huh..." Yeji whispered. Okay. She definitely knew what was going on... But... Why was she so calm? She didn't even flinch as Lia brought her face closer and closer towards her. Lia slowly closed her eyes, and Yeji did too. My heart was beating my chest. Oh god. Oh god oh god oh god... They were gonna... Lia's lips met Yeji's. They kissed. They kissed slowly, sultrily, passionately. Yeji didn't even look surprised, nor did she pull herself away from Lia. They kept kissing, and slowly, their hands started caressing each other. Oh shit. So... Was it true? Yeji... Yeji was lesbian? But I thought...Yeji and Lia's bodies relaxed, and soon, they both laid down onto the bed. They kept kissing, like they were in love. Maybe they were. Why did I... Why did I want to keep watching? "Yeji-ya... I... I like you..." Lia whispered. Yeji giggled softly. "I know... I like you too..." she whispered. I heard Lia gasping. "You do?" she asked. Yeji nodded. "I just wished you'd told me sooner..." she whispered. Lia lifted her feet. Now both of them were fully on the bed. I heard squelching sounds. O–Omo... Did they... "Y–Yeji... Mmh... I... I've... Liked you... Mmm... For... So long..." Lia whispered, sounding weird. I immediately realized that she was speaking with Yeji's tongue inside her mouth. "Me too.. Mmmh... Lia..." Yeji moaned. A ruffling sound, then... Something dropped on the floor in front of me. A top. A yellow top. That was... That was Yeji's top. A pink one followed... Lia's. A pair of white shorts, then a denim one. What... I tried looking into the mirror. O–Oh my God... They're... They... A pink bra, then a blue lacy one. W–What...I shifted a little bit to my left, and as I looked into the mirror... Oh my God... They were both... Naked. Only wearing their panties. My eyes widened as I saw Yeji's plump breasts, her pink nipples being toyed with by Lia's tongue. Yeji moaned and sighed, and she pressed Lia's face onto her chest. She squeezed Lia's smaller breasts, and her other hand slipped to Lia's... Oh Gosh... She was rubbing her... Her...

Pussy... "A–Ah... Y–Yeji..." "L–Lia... Y-Yes..." Suddenly, my phone vibrated rather loudly. Shit! Did... Did they notice? I froze under the bed, trying to see if the two unnies noticed my presence in their room, but... They kept moaning louder and louder. They... They hadn't noticed. I hurriedly opened the message. It was Yuna. 'Unnie~Where are you? I'm so ready...' I grimaced and was about to reply, but then another message came. It was a picture. I opened it... W–What? It was a picture of her long, thick tongue. 'This is what you're missing, Unnie~:p' I felt something inside me heating up. There was a spot in my body that felt itchy suddenly, and I... I wanted that tongue to scratch it. I shuddered. Suddenly I remembered the long and slow lick she gave me after lunch earlier. 'Yuna-ya! Wait for me! I'm stuck somewhere!' 'Where are you, Unnie? I'm super horny~~' What... Were we... Sexting now? 'I want you, Unnie. I want to lick your smokin' hot body all over...' she typed. Yeah. We were sexting. I couldn't stop myself from imagining Yuna licking my entire body while staring at me with her beautiful big eyes. H–Hang on. I felt something wetting my panties. O–Oh God... 'Please wait for me! I... Want you too!' I replied. 'Unnie, if you don't come here by 10pm, I'll knock on Ryujin-unnie's door' she teased. FUCK! That was the worst outcome that could possibly happen! I wanted to practice with Yuna so I could do something with Ryujin! I didn't want Yuna to... To enjoy Ryujin all alone! That was so unfair! I wanted Ryujin to fuck me hard, to dominate–H–Hang on... D–Did I just think that? Ohmygodohmygodohmygod... 'No! Don't! I'll be there ASAP! Please! I swear! I want you, Yuna!' I replied panickedly. 'If you can gimme a good reason why I should wait for you, then I'll consider it~:P' she teased. I grunted silently. Fuck this girl! Come on, Chaeryeong! Think, think... A-ha! I'm actually stuck under Yeji-unnie's bed. She's... She's currently doing it with Lia-unnie,' I typed as fast as I could. 'JINJJA?' Yuna replied. 'I'll send you a video' I said. I opened my camera, and was about to record Lia and Yeji making out, when suddenly they stopped. Lia straightened herself, hands still on Yeji's breasts, and she giggled. "I brought a toy..." she giggled. Yeji gasped. "Oo... Naughty Lia..." she sniggered. Lia chuckled and reached down under the bed. In my panic, I shifted my head to the right so that her hand wouldn't touch my face. I pushed the box onto her, and thankfully, she didn't notice that it was practically being handed to her. She pulled the box up, smiling cutely in front of Yeji. "What's in the box?" asked Yeji. Lia giggled. "It's... This..." Lia whispered, opening the box. Yeji gasped as she saw what was inside. "L–Lia! I–It's... So... Big! That's... That's way bigger than I've ever been with!" Yeji said. Lia's eyes widened. "Is it really?" she asked. Yeji nodded. "Y–Yeah... My exes were all... Mediocre," she giggled. Lia sighed and pecked Yeji's lips. "Then... You deserve better..." she whispered. So Yeji was bisexual. That made sense. Lia took out the large dildo. Yeji giggled and pulled her panties down, revealing a lightly trimmed bush. Lia chuckled and wiggled the dildo in front of Yeji's face, who looked so hungry and lustful. "Fuck..." she whispered. "I... Want it in me..." "Patience, Baby... First... Let me eat you..." Lia growled. This! I should record this! I pulled out my phone again, and this time, I pressed the record button. Yeji spread her legs wide, and Lia smiled her adorable smile before stooping down, eating Yeji's pussy. Yeji tilted her head back, closing her eyes. Her mouth gaped open, and a loud moan escaped it. "A–Ah... L–L–Lia! Y–Ye–sss... M–Mhh..." she moaned. Slobbering sounds... And it got louder and louder. W–Woah... Lia looked... So good. I... I knew she did it with Ryujin before... Maybe multiple times. What... What would it feel like? Yeji's hands grabbed Lia's head, pressing her face further into her crotch, her gasps and moans became louder and

louder. "F–Fuck! L–Lia! Y–YES! Yes! L–Lia! Lia... I... I... LIA! L–LIA!" Yeji gasped loudly, and then she stifled her scream by pressing her palm against her mouth. Her body convulsed, and soon, a milky white liquid gushed out of her pussy, spraying Lia's face. W–What? What... What was happening... Oh... My... God. Lia giggled as she licked Yeji's pussy juice from around her lips. Yeji slumped onto the bed, gasping and panting. She took off her own panties, throwing it onto the floor, and then placed the large dildo on Yeji's pussy, rubbing it against her labia. Yeji squirmed. "L–L–Lia... M–Mhh..." "I think you're ready..." whispered Lia. Yeji nodded repeatedly. "I... Want... Please..." she stuttered. Lia nodded. She positioned herself on top of Yeji, and slowly, she impaled herself onto the dildo. Her mouth gaped wider and wider as inch by inch the dildo entered her own pussy, making it stretch wider and wider... And then, as it was inserted halfway in, she stopped, panting hard. "F–Fu–Fuck... A–Are you... Ready... Y–Yeji?" she stuttered. Yeji only nodded, already overcome by lust. Lia smiled and wiggled her hips, and now it looked like she had a large pink dick standing hard from her crotch. She placed the other end of the dildo onto Yeji's pussy, and while staring deeply into Yeji's eyes, she pressed in. "A-A–A... A–Ah... L–L–Li... Li–Lia... N–Ng–Nghhh... F–F–Fuck!!!" Yeji moaned loudly. Lia kept pressing in, and the further Lia entered, the more Yeji's eyes crossed. Her tongue stuck out, and her body tensed and jolted. Soon, the other half of the dildo disappeared inside Yeji's vagina, and the two unnies stared at each other, their faces only an inch apart. "Fuck... Me... Baby..." Yeji whispered. Lia pulled her hips away, and then she slammed back, making Yeji gasp. Lia moved her hips slowly at first, but then she picked up pace, pummeling Yeji's gaping pussy fast. "S–Shit! Y–Yeji! S–So... G–Good!" Lia squirmed. "A–A... Ah... A–Ah! F–Faster! Lia! F–Faster!" Yeji demanded. The younger unnie obeyed her. She moved her hips even faster. Yeji's entire body was red from pleasure, but Lia's face was red too. Sweat was dripping from their naked bodies, and somehow I felt the temperature in the room rising. That... And... My panties were literally soaking wet. "F–Fuck! Y–Yeji! I... I'm..." "Y–Yeah... M–Me... Me too! M–Me too! C–Cum... C–C.... L–Lia!" "Y–Yeji... YEJI! Y–Y... O–Ooh... Ffff... FUCKKK!" Lia exploded so hard, the dildo slipped out of her pussy. She jolted and fell back onto the bed, before arching her back up as more and more juice spilled out of her gaping pussy. Yeji came too, and she pulled the dildo out while practically attacking her own pussy, rubbing it rapidly as she came and came, stifling her screams by biting her own lips. I stopped the recording and sent it to Yuna. Fuck. Would... Would they continue? When could I ever leave this room? Did I have to watch their entire love making session? I mean... I had no complaints... But I wanted Yuna! I wanted to feel the same way! "Lia... Baby... I love you..." whispered Yeji. "I... Love you too... Yeji..." replied Lia. I looked into the mirror. Yeji had laid herself on top of Lia, and they were kissing. They both looked tired, but... That fire in Yeji's eyes. Lia had awakened the sleeping dragon. Shit! Who knew what Yeji would do now that she was super horny? "Lia... Turn around... I wanna fuck your ass..." Yeji said. WHAT THE FUCK? "H–Hang on... Let me... Breathe..." said Lia. Yeji chuckled. "I'm still horny..." she whispered, licking Lia's face like a hungry animal. Fuck. Fuck. Would they fuck all the way until morning? At that moment, I heard another notification coming to my phone. I opened it, and sure enough it was Yuna. 'Unnie... That was... Really hot. Too hot.' She sent me a video, her hand inside her panties, rubbing her own pussy. Hang on a second. Her panties... It was soaking wet, and the bed... Oh no. Two new bed sheets in two days? 'I think I came by myself watching the video. Sorry, Unnie.' 'Hang on, Yuna! I think they're

done. I'm just waiting for them to fall asleep'' I'm sleepy, Unnie. If I'm asleep when you come... Do anything to wake me up.' I cursed silently. Yeji just said she wanted to fuck Lia's ass... How long would that take? I looked in the mirror again, and to my surprise, Yeji was laying behind Lia, her hands cupping Lia's breasts while kissing her neck gently. Lia looked dead tired, her eyes closed, her breathing heavy. "Baby... There's always tomorrow..." Lia whispered. Yeji giggled. "And the day after... And the day after... I want you every day..." she whispered. Lia chuckled and turned her face to kiss Yeji softly. They kept kissing for a while, but soon, Lia drifted off to sleep. Yeji sighed and pecked Lia's cheek, and then... I couldn't believe my luck. She rested her head next to her new girlfriend, pulled the blanket to cover their naked bodies, and soon... Snores. I waited for a few more minutes just to be sure that they were both really asleep. When I felt it was safe, I crawled very, very slowly out from under the bed, making sure that I didn't make any sound. I tiptoed to the door and turned off the light, before opening the door without sound, and then gently closing it behind me. I breathed a sigh of relief. Luckily I was fit, so laying in such a tight space for such a long time didn't make my body ache. I glanced at the clock on the wall. It was almost 10pm. I could still hear Ryujin playing with her Nintendo Switch in the living room, so I turned towards my room with Lia, where Yuna was probably sleeping in right now. Somehow, I felt my heart thumping a little faster. After witnessing that hot sex between Yeji and Lia, I... I wanted to try it. Knowing how horny Yuna was this entire day, I knew I was about to experience something as explosive, if not more.I opened my door excitedly, and I found Yuna on my bed... She was snoring. I grunted. How could she? I was trapped beneath a bed, unable to do anything while soaking my own panties, and above me were two fucking unnies–I meant it in the literal way, not cursing–all the while she enjoyed masturbating by herself to the video I sent her, and now... She's asleep? Chuckling, I locked the door, before creeping onto the bed, uncovering the blanket midway through her torso. Her small, perky tits pointed right at me, as if they were inviting me to just... Feast on them. I looked up to her beautiful face. She was deeply sleeping, her mouth slightly open... She suddenly looked so vulnerable and enticing. I smiled as I gently dragged the blanket further down. She still wore her panties, the same panties I saw in the video she sent me. It was wet. Of course it was. Slowly, I rolled them down, revealing her bald pussy. It didn't look shaved... It looked like she never grew hair down there at all. Something told me to take a sniff. It smelled so clean... So... Fresh. As if instinctively, my face inched closer and closer into her crotch, and slowly, I stuck out my tongue. I licked her pussy once... Not bad. I looked up. Yuna didn't respond, still snoring cutely. I smiled and tried to remember how Lia did it earlier to Yeji... I should... Probably lick harder? Should I... Slobber her pussy? Yeah... Maybe.I leaned back in, and I opened my mouth wide. I have a thick pair of lips... I should use it. I started kissing her labia, sucking on each of them gently. H–Hang on... Why did it... Slowly opened for me? A–Alright... I stuck my tongue, and very, very slowly, I moved it in a rotational manner on her clit. "M–Mmh..." Yuna moaned. I looked up again, but she was still closing her eyes, only furrowing her brow a little. She did tell me to do anything to wake her up. So... I must be doing things right. I decided to eat her more aggressively. I licked further into her pussy. It was... Kinda sweet? I went further inside, and she wriggled slightly. I started sucking and eating her faster, and she wriggled further. Hang on... What if... I slip a finger inside? Nervously, I slipped one in. It got sucked inside with no resistance. W–what the hell? She was so tight!

It... It was so warm. Alright. Two then. Yuna jolted. "M–Mmmh... Unnie..."She was almost awake. I doubled my efforts. I licked her clit while fingering her pussy, and I heard her moaning louder. I looked up. Her eyes were still closed, but her fingers traced her own naked tits. She felt it. This was good. Should I... Be even more aggressive? I stuck another finger in while moving my hand quicker. It was wet! S–Should I... Try four? "A–Ah! U–Unnie! S–Stop!" I looked up, finding Yuna already sitting, staring at me with a gaping mouth and heavy breathing. Oh shit. Did I hurt her? "S–Sorry, Yuna! I–I thought... T–This is how you want me to wake you up!" I stammered. Yuna giggled and nodded her head. "It is! But... That's not how you finger a girl!" she chuckled, fully awake now. "D–Did I hurt you?" I asked sheepishly. Yuna shook her head. "No... I almost came..." she smiled her big wide smile, winking at me. I felt heat rushing to my face. "O–Oh..." I muttered. "Come... Lemme show you how..." she giggled. Yuna sprung up and pressed my body with her hands strongly. I was surprised for a moment, but then I remembered... Even though she looked thin and frail, Yuna was physically the strongest among us. Without hesitation, she lifted my t-shirt, together with my bra. My tits just jumped out as I let out a squeal. Yuna gasped, her big eyes widened even bigger. "OMO! Unnie... Y–Your tits... They're so... Big..." she whispered breathlessly. I was blushing full red. I knew I had the biggest pair among us, but... No one had ever said it to me directly like that. Also, although we had seen each other's naked bodies before, I did feel like I had grown a little lately... So... Her surprise made sense. "Y–Ya... S–Stop staring," I stammered shyly. Yuna didn't listen. "And these nipples... So pink... So juicy..." she whispered. She reached out a finger and flicked my nipple, making me squirm. She leaned forward and sucked on my other nipple gently while squeezing my breasts, and I swear I felt some liquid just gushed out into my panties as she did so. "Y–Ya... S–Stop..." I objected, but I knew I didn't sound convincing. Yuna giggled. She pulled herself back as she slurped loudly. Without warning, she pulled my shorts and panties down. OH SHIT! I... I forgot to shave! Yuna gasped again. "Unnie! When was the last time you shaved?" she teased. "YA! I–It's... Not that much!" I exclaimed embarrassedly. I was a virgin, and wasn't sexually active until tonight, so... I never had the need to shave or trim my womanhood to look presentable to anyone. Still, Yuna chuckled as she looked me straight in the eyes. "Don't worry, Unnie... I like a little bush..." she whispered naughtily. With that, she spread my legs wide, bent down, and immediately started licking my pussy. My eyes flung open in an instant, and my mouth was too. Oh my God... Oh... Oh my God this was... Good! "Y–Yun... Yuna... A–A... Ah... A–Ah!" I moaned, unable to restrain myself.

I could feel her warm, long, and thick tongue slithering around my private part. It made me feel things I had never felt before in my life. My fingers reached the bed sheets and gripped it tightly. Yuna reached my clit, and... Ohgodohgodohgod... She started twisting her tongue around it, starting slow, but then picked up pace. Oh God... Oh... Oh... I'm...

Just when my body was tensing beyond what I could ever imagine doing, Yuna pulled herself back, slurping again like she had just finished eating some delicious fruit, a thin line of saliva connecting my crotch with her lips. Why did she stop? I didn't want her to stop!

As if reading my mind, Yuna giggled and stared at me. Why did she... Why did she look more beautiful suddenly? It was almost as if she was glowing under the subtle glow of the night lamp.

"Patience, Unnie..." she said. "Y–Yuna..." I whispered, and I was surprised at how much I sounded like I was begging for her.

She smirked and moved her cheek as if she was collecting saliva in her mouth. I stared at her confusedly.

"Yuna, what are you gonna..."

She spat on my pussy. Twice.

"There... It's wet enough now... Get ready, Unnie..." Yuna whispered. I was confused. "Get ready for wha–A–AH!"

Yuna inserted one finger inside, but evidently it was still too tight. She giggled and leaned her face closer to me, while her finger rubbed my labia gently.

"Relax, Chaeryeong-unnie... Don't be so tense..."

With that, she planted her lips onto mine. I squirmed and wanted to push her away, but at the same time, Yuna inserted her finger again into me, and I lost it. My muscles relaxed, and my pussy accepted her finger gratefully.

"M–Mhh... Nggh..." I heard a delightful moan escaping my mouth into hers.

Yuna stuck her tongue inside my mouth, and my tongue automatically twisted hers, as if meeting an old friend. I closed my eyes, enjoying our kiss more and more. So... This was what Yeji and Lia felt just now... It was... It was so good... So nice... It was so delicious.

Her finger slid in and out of me with relative ease. I felt warm. I felt my legs opening wider for her, I felt my hips moving on their own, following Yuna's rhythm. We broke off our kiss and panted for breath, staring into each other's eyes. "Ready for two?" she whispered. Shyly, I nodded.

Yuna smiled and pecked my lips, then she tried inserting another finger inside me. It went in easily, and I felt my mouth gaping as she started fingering me with more pace.

"Y–Yuna... I–I... I.... A–Ah... S–So... G–Good..." I gasped. "Do you feel it, Unnie?" Yuna purred.

I nodded, unable to answer with words. The only thing coming out of my mouth was a moan, and more moans... Louder, interjected with gasps and sighs. I flung my arm on her neck, clinging for dear life. I felt my body tensing again like it did a few minutes ago, and Yuna noticed this.

"Are you close?" she asked. "N–Ng... Ngh... Uh... Uh-huh... Y–Yuna... Y–Y–Yun–a... A–Ah... Ah..." I moaned messily.

She smiled and nodded, before leaning forward to eat my nipples again. My head jerked backwards. My left hand was clawing her back, while my right squeezed the bed sheets even tighter. My whole body tensed... I felt... I felt like I was about to explode! "A–Angh... Nhh... Y–Yuna! I... I–I..." "Cum, Unnie... Don't hold back... Just... Release..." she encouraged me.

Yuna fingered my pussy faster and harder using her index and middle finger, and soon I heard nasty squelching sounds filling the air. My mouth was gaping so wide, but no sound came out. I stared into her big beautiful eyes. She was breathing raggedly, sweat dripping from her forehead.

Suddenly, Yuna twisted her hand on my crotch. Her thumb reached and pressed my clit, while her pinky pressed into my anus. "Y–YU–O–O... OH! Oooh... O–Oh... Y–YUNAAAA!!!!"

I screamed loudly as waves after waves of pleasure overtook my body. I felt like I had been electrocuted by thousands of volts of electricity. I felt my back arching, I felt my eyes rolling back to the back of my skull, and with that...I exploded.

I gushed out liquid out of my pussy again and again. It wasn't pee... It was kinda milky white... It was the same kind of liquid I saw gushing out of Yeji and Lia as they fucked each other earlier. My body jolted and convulsed, and I kept squirting and squirting, hosing Yuna's face, neck, tits, and torso with my pussy juice, until finally...

I slumped back onto the bed. I felt like I had just run a marathon. I panted, I gasped, I coughed. I tried catching my breath. My body was still shaking. I quivered like a fish on dry land.Yuna giggled and scooted closer to me. I opened my eyes to see her, and I saw that she could barely open an eye because of just how much I came on her. Her entire head was pretty much drenched in my liquid. Still, she smiled wide. "That's... How you made me feel last night, Unnie..." she whispered.

I wanted to say something, I wanted to reply, I wanted to tell her that I felt so good, that she made me feel so good, but I couldn't. I was simply too tired. She pecked my cheek and laid down next to me, smiling so beautifully.I slowly faded. My vision was blurry. The last thing I remembered was Yuna licking her fingers clean next to me on the bed, and then...

Everything went dark.

#lsmu #itzy #crazyinlove #lsmu1st #yeji #lia #ryujin #chaeryeong #yuna

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goodmemoriesstuff · 3 years ago

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Currently watching :-

Yumi's Cells Season 2

Loved their season 1 and was actually waiting for Season 2 because Kim Go Eun 😍❤️❤️ . The Cell world is best and highly entertaining . First season curiosity got the best of me so read the webtoon summary and honestly Yumi-Woong breakup hurt less because their communication issues were massive so kind of predicted their breakup. But even after knowing she won't end up with Babi either , Yumi-Babi breakup was sadder maybe because their was nothing wrong in their relationship if not for the external swaying/attraction for another person which was huge enough reason to breakup . Or Maybe Babi wasn't sincere in this relationship either since his cells had to practically burn the scroll containing when he fell for yumi answer. Him thinking that yumi should've trusted him just like he trusted her with Woong remembering his text was shocking as the text came from someone named Patdol, he only correctly assumed that it was woong and yumi never bothered to clarify because she never knew he knows about woong and also because she ended everything that night without any consequences as opposed to Babi who not only got a massive earthquake resulting from watching Daeun, a totally new third person, moving out of city but also got himself to move out of a house he loved all because of her or his feelings and not telling yumi about any of that.

Though super quick the reconciliation was still understandable but further lying then that proposal even when they both don't trust each other was bizarre. There is no way the wedding is gonna take place because the feelings changed and reasons changed for them. The post breakup dating scenes were awkward and showed they were trying but something is amiss each time . They just want to make each other stay without doubt and Babi thought marriage is the best solution for that which it isn't and they will understand that sooner than later. Since there is no hint of Soonrok/season 3 don't know who she will end up with but definitely don't want her to go solo after all this.She only sees woong as a friend at best at this point so them being the endgame is highly unlikely. But to get woong back in series only to break his heart one more time is cruel .

First time watching Jinyoung . Not interested in him in S1 but he is rocking as Babi in S2. YumBab do have chemistry both the characters & actors and that got me invested despite the lack of Babi's cells/village scenes. If there is a S3 or Soonrok they must cast an actor better than him in all aspects. The Woong-Babi clash in Ep12 was a highlight, maybe because of their cells fighting, angry Babi or because of their height difference .

#yumi x babi #yumi cells 2 #kim go eun #jin young #ahn bo hyun #yumi's cells

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thatgirlwritingficsatnight · 4 years ago

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Odi et Amo I

Odi et amo. Quare id faciam fortasse requiris? nescio, sed fieri sentio et excrucior

Catullus, 85

After a few years of working in the USA for Disney and playing the role of The White Fox in Marvel Cinematic Universe you came back to your motherland - Korea only to be greeted with hatred and contempt. To make things harder for you the universe sends you the most irritating neighbour ™. Will you be able to find your happiness and accomplish your dream of becoming loved actress in Korea without complying with standards of patriarchal society?

pairing: Park Jinyoung x reader

genre: actor au

warnings: angst, foul language (please don’t read it if you’re not old enough)

words: 5582

A/N: Hi this is my first fanfic ever, and so there are few things I have to say before you hopefully enjoy reading it. 1. English is not my first language so there may be some grammatical errors. I’m sorry, perhaps in the future there will be someone to proofread my works. 2. I’m terribly sorry for my interpunction :( for some reason they don’t teach it here and so it may be terrible. I am reading about it more but it’s not easy for me as I haven’t practiced enough. I’m really sorry if it’s awkward. 3. This was supposed to be long oneshot, but I was told not all people enjoy long reads on tumblr like I do, so I decided to make a miniseries out of it. Let me know if you enjoyed it and if you want me to write some scenarios, or post more of my works (i have a lot of them in the depths of my drive lol). Love, thatgirlwritingficsatnight.

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You sat in spacious sofa in your old apartment in Korea. A sigh leaving your lips as you looked through the headlines.

"The black sheep of Korean show biz comes back after four years in USA"

"Whose heart will she eat now? National heartbreaker came back to Korea"

"Go back to USA you wh*re! - internet went wild over L/N Y/N"

"L/N Y/N comes back in outrageous style"

Most of them were a summary or perhaps a reminder for k-netizens why they should hate you; it's because you dated who you wanted to and for how long you wanted to, it's because this one time in the talk show you told off male host when he kept asking about your private life and because the other time you told another one to stop giving you all the questions about clothes and make up while your male co-star got to answer some deep questions about character development and that's to name the few reasons that came instantly to your mind. Of course some articles had to focus on your airport fashion too. The conservative Korean society had a problem with your bra, or rather a lack of thereof under your designer t-shirt. You left out an irritated groan as you scrolled to the comments. They were vicious and vulgar, you don't know what else did you expect honestly. You tossed the phone and buried your face in your hands fighting the urge to tweet something about the nasty people and how they should keep their antediluvian opinions to themselves. You sighed again perhaps if you were in a different country you'd do that, but here with systematic misogyny, where women were supposed to always smile and nod their heads, here where they got paid 60% of men's pay... you'd most likely be crucified. Then again who if not you would come to your defense? You knew the answer — no one, that realization was enough to anger you even more. The blood was boiling inside you as you snatched your phone back and went into Twitter silently mouthing apologies to your manager who'd be blowing your phone in just a few minutes.

"Yes, I don't wear bras. No, it's not a topic for your article nor your problem. I also know it may shock some people but my dating life is not a topic for your entertainment either."

"It baffles me how Korean society thinks its country is in the group of one of the most civilized ones but still treats women as if we were stuck in 50s."

Your phone was already blowing with notifications, you could see some new articles already popping and soon after that it buzzed as your manager tried to reach you. You silenced your phone and left it on the coffee table while you moved to the kitchen. You got yourself a lamp of wine and watched always busy streets of Seoul from a window. It was already dark and it looked like rivers of light with cars and street lights constantly illuminating them. You were deep in your thoughts as you pondered if you made a good decision. You had a good life in California. You had your best friend there, a house with a pool and many good opportunities for roles you declined. In those four years you became an international star after your role as Marvel's White Fox — a gumiho superhero. You knew in a year or two Disney would ask you to come back to make more movies and most likely you would but you couldn't stay in the USA any longer. Somehow, even though it seemed illogical considering the warm welcome you've got, you still missed your home. You missed Korea the country that loved to hate you. You weren't exaggerating when you said they loved to hate you, for instance you always played villains in Korean films and dramas and the Korean audience loved it. They loved to hate your characters and so every time you tried to audition for a role that would be first or second lead you'd always be cast as the villain. The very first time you played a good character was when you portrayed the White Fox for Marvel, they chose you because you were half American (on your father's side) and because you used to play femme fatales and that was kinda the character. You accepted the role secretly hoping that it would change the way Korea has seen you. It didn't. They said you were too Westernised and that you weren't true Korean and had their own perfect casting with actresses that weren't as scandalous as you. Well, at least the rest of the world loved you. Nonetheless, you came back. You still weren't sure if it was a good idea or for how long, or even if you'd work here or just relax; you were just happy you could eat unhealthy convenience store food whenever you felt like and that kimchi was a standard and not something you'd only find in specific shops. Speaking of, you craved some ramyun with cheese and perhaps some yakult as well. You changed your clothes into a pair of black sweats and a black hoodie and chose to wear a black cap and face mask as well. You checked yourself in a huge mirror in the corridor. Your outfit screamed two things: first was "I am a crazy murderer from drama" and and second "look at me I'm a celebrity". You sighed. Honestly what else could you wear? You decided not to change and went out to the nearest convenience store.

You walked slowly taking your time to get to the store while listening to Def Soul hoping lazy beats would calm your nerves. You bopped your head to the rhythm as you entered the store and went straight into ramyun section. You picked your favourite spicy one and grabbed some cheese, yakult and cherry coke. The girl working there seemed really young and you caught her yawning. She apologized and you smiled warmly although she probably couldn't see it through the mask.

"Don't worry about it I'm tired today as well." you said, and she smiled. You paid with a card and regretted not withdrawing any money so that you could tip her. You remember when you were just a bit younger than her, working in similar way but back in the USA; she’d appreciate extra cash. You took the ramyun to prepare it and hummed as you waited for the noodles to get soft. Food always got you to feel better. You were spreading cheese on your noodles when middle-aged men entered the shop. Soon you'd believe it's not your night or perhaps that you got some bad karma, or that you were just cursed. The men came up to the cashier and asked for a pack of cigarettes. You were about to slurp the first noodles when he spoke.

"When will you finish your shift cutie maybe I can pick you up?" He chuckled and the girl tried to smile politely although anyone with eyes could see how uncomfortable she felt. She tried to decline his advances with a small scared voice clearly she was too young to feel comfortable enough to just curse him out.

"You sluts are always the same. You smile at me flirt with me and then act all fucking.."

"Aish!" you didn't let him finish. And he turned your way surprised someone else was in the store. "I lost all appetite," you dropped the chopsticks next to the bowl and moved your gaze at the male: disgust was rolling off from you in waves, and he flinched upon meeting your eyes, "then again who wouldn't if they had to eat in the presence of trash?" You watched as his face got all red and furious, it seemed almost twisted now. "How dare you speak like that to me, you bi..." once again he couldn't finish his sentence this time you silenced him with your swift actions. You closed the distance between the two of you and grabbed his hand firmly. Then you put it behind his back and twisted it painfully enough for him to groan.

"Call me a bitch, I dare you." you said quietly, but he didn't respond, he just jerked trying to escape your hold. He smelled like tobacco, digested alcohol and grease. You scrunched your nose and took him out of the store. You pushed him lightly, and yet he still lost balance and fell. He shot you a glare full of hate and fury while you tried to remain calm. Truth to be told you were scared, yes you jumped in to help the girl, and successfully silenced him, but that was most likely only because he wasn't sober. You were silently asking universe to help you out as you mustered your courage and played your part of "fearless Y/N”.

"Leave or I'll call the police and tell them you harassed both me and the girl." He stood up and spit under your legs before he left. You sighed, a tight knot unravelling itself finally in your belly, adrenaline that was brought up with the surge of fury disappearing now, leaving you bit wobbly. You made mental note to thank the director of The White Fox for making you take those material arts classes, they came in handy. You came back to the store, you didn’t pay attention to the girl that watched you in awe. You just wanted to enjoy your noodles. Finally, able to take the bite you let out disgusted groan they got too soft. Letting out resigned sigh you opened the yakult.

"Miss Y/N.." small voice started next to you. The girl was blushing and smiling. She was cute, had long brown hair and a mole just under her left eye. You smiled back and it seemed to encourage her. "Thank you. You are like the coolest unnie ever. I will always support you and fight anyone that calls you names and.." You chuckled at her eagerness and sudden flood of words. "Thanks kid. What's your name? "Kim Seoyun." "Nice to meet you Kim Seoyun. I'm L/N Y/N." you said with a smile, and she blushed even more. You looked through the window and bit the inside of your cheek. What if he comes back when you're gone, you couldn’t risk it. "Tell me Seoyun when do you end your shift?" She took out a phone from her pocket. "Oh, in ten minutes." "Great I'll wait for you and order you a taxi." "Ah, unnie you don't have to… you already helped me enough and.." "Nonsense", you cut her off "he may come back and I'll sleep better knowing you are safe at home."

She nodded and came back to work. Leaving you with your soggy and lukewarm noodles. You thought about throwing it out but you hated wasting food and so you made yourself eat at least a bit although now it was cold and awfully soft. Ten minutes passed rather quickly and soon you found yourself standing next to the taxi with Seoyun. You gestured her to get in, but she stood in front of you and suddenly bowed deeply while extending her hands in front of you. Much to your surprise she was giving you a popsicle.

"Y/N-unnie I know it's not much but I wanted to thank you..."

You grinned at her while taking the gift. You quickly unwrapped it and tried it, it was strawberry flavoured.

"Thank you. It's the best popsicle I've ever had." You said honestly. Seoyun blushed and entered the car but before the taxi took off she lowered the car window and screamed.

"Y/N-unnie from today I'm your biggest fan! Unnie fighting!" You laughed.

"Mmm. Thank you!" After that car took off and you happily walked back home. Earphones in, phone in your hand as you decided to order some food since the ramyun sadly haven't been quite satisfying. You slurped at the popsicle even though it was the time of year when nights got colder. The taste of strawberries melted on your tongue. It was the first time someone in Korea told you they were your fan, it was also the first time a Korean fan gave you a gift. Despite the chilly air, and cold ice against your lips you felt warmth spreading from your chest. Grinning to yourself, you scrolled through different restaurants still thinking of what should you eat and then you bumped into someone or rather someone bumped into you. Popsicle fell to the ground and so did your phone with earphones brutally torn out from your ears. The man who bumped into you was in a very similar attire as your own he even wore a mask and a cap. You frowned upon realizing the gift from your first Korean fan was melting next to you. You were however about to apologize before he spoke in irritated tone while collecting some boxes scattered around you two.

"Next time watch where you're going." The blood inside you boiled the third time this evening and you snapped back at him before he could add anything else.

"Maybe you should watch where you're going." your tone was so aggressive it was clear all of the frustrations from today's evening build up in you. You gathered your things quickly.

"Excuse me..." he said straightening as he glared at you. His tone was promising a fight or a lecture at least. You didn't feel like any of that so once again today you didn't let someone finish their sentence, a habit of yours as it seems.

"Apologies accepted, asshole." you said fiercely and left him standing there with his stupid boxes in a state of shock. You got into the elevator and decided not to pay anyone any more of your thoughts tonight. You smiled at wooden popsicle stick and quickly forgot about the man downstairs.

Jinyoung was still shocked but also amused by your witty comeback. He knew he reacted upon his emotions when he was rude to you. He was just angry that he had to move the second time in the last two months. Sasaengs somehow found out about his last apartment in which he lived for only two weeks and just started feeling at home. Few days ago they found him, and he was harassed once again. Tired and angry he acted without thinking when you bumped into him and his belongings scattered. He wanted to apologize right away but you growled back at him, and he got irritated, so he wanted to lecture you or at least tell you not to interrupt other people when they are speaking, but you did just that and in very smart matter at that as well. Now Jinyoung was riding an elevator trying to pinpoint your face, he was sure he had seen you somewhere already. He entered his flat and sighed as he realized he had to unpack once again. He decided it could wait till morning.

You were woken up by both pounding and drilling in the wall behind your head. With long groan you pulled a pillow over your head but it didn't help much. You checked the time on your phone. It was seven thirty in the morning and you couldn't fall asleep till three - courtesy of your jet lag. You tried to ignore it hoping that you were sleepy and tired enough to fall asleep, unfortunately to no avail.

"Who the hell does the renovation on Saturday morning?" you asked your own walls with furious tone. You left the bed deciding to speak with the person next door. You didn't even bother to change from your PJ or brush your teeth, or hair, or even to throw something over yourself. You left your apartment in your bunny pyjama set, a gift from your best friend. Soon you were pounding angrily at the door. It took quite some time before the drilling inside stopped and someone opened the door. The man who opened seized you up and down with his eyes and coughed in his fist diverting his gaze somewhere else.

"Can I help you?" he asked his voice was a bit distressed. "I sure hope you can. It's Saturday seven in the morning." you were fuming, and he finally looked at you although he kept his eyes stuck to your face. "Ah... thank you for informing me. Are you working as personal calendar and clock for all of your neighbours or am I on some special treatment?" he asked sarcastically and smirked which made you: first bewildered and second even more mad if that's possible. "Let me rephrase that for you: it's Saturday, early morning and you are drilling in a wall." "Well, technically it was Mr Ahn who was drilling, I was enjoying myself with a book." He clearly enjoyed teasing you, there was this gleam in his eyes. "Don't you think that's a bit too early for a renovation?" your voice was seething with venom although you tried to keep your cool. "Quite contrary. I checked with the building manager, and I am only supposed to keep quiet between ten p.m and seven a.m. as you can see I even waited thirty minutes." He smiled at you and in that second you hated him, his stupid brown hair, strangely symmetrical face, weirdly tight cardigan and the fact that you couldn't do much since he was in the right. You just turned on your heels ready to storm off back to your flat when he spoke again. "Ah, and might I add I just love your fashion sense." he raised one brow and his eyes once again travelled through your body. "Excuse me?"

"Apologies accepted." Your face went from frowned and angry to shocked in a second, and he laughed at your reaction before closing the doors and leaving you cursing yourself, your luck and your best friend who thought it would be cute to buy you pyjama set which contained of hoodie with ears and a bunny tail and some shorts.

You entered your apartment, deep red setted on your face from both anger and embarrassment. As soon as you closed the doors the drilling continued. You cursed under the breath and went to shower. You stood long under the stream letting the water wash away both dirt and emotions. Once you were clean and ready for the day you’ve decided to ditch your flat for now since it was too loud for you anyway. This time you went for less sporty look but still all black. It was a turtleneck, slacks, martens and a beret. Chic and comfortable. You did your makeup and hair and went out for breakfast. The car was already waiting for you when you got downstairs. You pulled a black mask over your face and greeted the driver who didn't talk much and so you didn't have to worry about the small talk. You scrolled through your phone checking the messages you got from your manager — there was about twenty of them and somehow each was written with different emotion: rage, irritation, sadness, hopelessness and so on. You sighed knowing that you should probably apologize for the troubles you caused him. Then again what were you supposed to do, not react when half of this country is calling you names? You signed back in your Twitter only to be greeted by thousands of notifications. Most of which were trolls and haters commenting on your tweets with occasional death threats in your DMs. You tried your very best not to read each and every comment knowing that even though you were strong it still affected you. You were; however, positively surprised when you found some supporting voices. There was your best friend (obviously) who fiercely defended you and called out everyone on their bull, he even threatened legal action and you smiled brightly at his tweets, but there were also few Korean celebrities who took your side and defended you as well. Most importantly there were few normal people, fans perhaps, who applauded you and thanked for speaking out. You smiled when you saw user "Y/NUnnieFandomPresidentSeoyun" somewhere in your notifications. Somehow traffic was still bad even on weekend and it took you forty minutes to get to the café you had in mind. Once you got there however you didn't regret time spend on travel. It was café in quiet part of town, it wasn't very popular since it wasn't in Gangnam but because of that it was one of your favourites. No paparazzi, no dispatch, no other celebrities.

The place itself wasn't very big but it had huge windows and was located in front of the park so you could easily grab a coffee and go for a walk or just stay inside and watch people and kids spending their time at the park. The interior wasn't anything special either, it wasn't one of those Instagram worthy cafés. It had simple modern style. You came in and ordered coffee and some toasts and sat in front of the window. There were few people inside so you sat without your mask freely and wondered if your friend was already sleeping. It was around nine here so in Los Angeles it was probably midnight. You texted him asking if he's sleeping, and he just responded by facetiming you right away. His black hair was still wet from shower, and he wasn't wearing any shirt.

"Yah! Y/N-ah!" he scolded you immediately. "How dare you not text or call your best friend for over a day. Do you know how worried I was?" You rolled your eyes at him.

"It's not like you contacted me either. And put some clothes on Tuan."

"Never. I know you secretly love watching my chest."

"Gross. Anyway.. I haven't called because I was tired yesterday, you know jet lag and all of that, so don't get mad at me."

"How are you now?" His playfulness was replaced by concern and it was clear he wasn't really asking about the quality of your sleep which was in fact terrible thanks to your lovely neighbour.

"I'm fine." He gave you the look. "Really. Honestly I didn't expect anything better from what I got, so I'm fine Mark."

"I shouldn't have let you go. You know what? Those people don't deserve you. Come back to the USA and let's live together again I'll even cook. Or I can come to you I'll fight them and keep you company. I'm can easily stream from there.." You giggled at him and he grinned. "You know I'm serious though you can come back I already miss you anyway. God, I should have married you maybe you wouldn't leave me Y/N-ah..." he was whiny again and you laughed. It was an inside joke between you. Both yours and his parents would always tell you to just marry already but neither of you felt anything romantic towards the other one. You'd known each other since you were two and both of you had treated each other like siblings ever since.

"You should have and now it's too late. I'll find myself new victim and feast on their heart like a true gumiho I am." you said in theatrical manner while munching on your toast.

"Honestly who the fuck writes those articles?"

"I don't know but I'm pretty sure... Oh my god. You've got to be kidding me." you said and tried to lower your face down so that the person passing in front of the window you've been sitting by couldn't see you.

"What? What? Is that paparazzi? Your ex? Is that paparazzi rented by your ex?" You frowned at your friend.

"What? No? It's my asshole neighbour." "Never heard of him. Why are we hiding anyway? You can just tell him to back off. Last time I checked you were great at that." He showed you two thumbs up and smiled broadly. "I'm hiding because I'm embarrassed and I don't want to talk to him." "Why?" he laughed. "What did you do?" "I didn't do anything it was that stupid PJ you got me..." you whispered at him while trying to make yourself as small as possible. "Oh my god. One day in Korea and you already got yourself a one-night stand. This is not how I raised you. What would your mother say?" he teased you and giggled. "For the love of... it's not like that." you said angrily a bit too loud perhaps since the men in question who was just ordering by the counter turned around and looked you dead in the eyes. His neutral expression changing to surprised before it transformed to smirk. You cursed yourself and Mark and bowed your head slightly and awkwardly before you turned around to face your now laughing friend.

"You should see your face."

"Shut up. I hate you."

"You love me."

"What a surprise." Third voice spoke up by your side and you cringed a little before you put on your cold mask on.

"A surprise indeed." You said, your neighbour moved his eyes from your face to the screen of your phone carefully placed against the glass. Mark was still there, still half naked and smirking at you.

"Am I interrupting something?"

"Yes."

"No." you and Mark said at the same time and you send him death glare regretting that you couldn't kick him right now. "I was about to go to sleep anyway. Love you."

He disappeared without waiting for your response. You let out soft sigh and reach out for phone.

"Do you mind if I join you?" The man was already sitting next to you. He was smiling at you and perhaps any other person would say it was a warm type of smile but you felt like he was mocking you. Constantly. You straightened up in your seat and eyed him closely. He was wearing the same tight cardigan, it was accentuating his broad frame and muscles hidden underneath soft, brown cashmere and simple but well fitted blue jeans. You had to admit he was handsome and had somehow angelic face which only made you cringe once you compared it to his personality or at least to what he showed you already. "I don't think that's a good idea." You said after a pause, his expression didn't change for a second, and he sipped on coffee that blushing waitress brought a few seconds ago. "How so?" His voice was sweet and melodic, it irritated you even more. "I am a celebrity, there might be an article about me having coffee with you tomorrow." You kept your tone intentionally bored as you played with the spoon. He laughed and you changed your mind his speaking voice couldn't be called melodic when his laughter sounded so beautifully.

"That's funny. I'm celebrity as well I think I'll survive." It wasn't surprising at all, he was too good-looking to not be an idol, a model or an actor perhaps. You held back another sigh. You could already see the headlines "Y/N attacks again will this man keep up with her appetite" or perhaps "One day in Korea, and she already dates — check out Y/N and her new boy toy". "Yeah I doubt it." you said but quickly added. "Weren't you supposed to renovate your apartment anyway?" "I left it to Mr Ahn it got too loud for me to read in peace."

"I can imagine." Sarcasm was basically dripping from your tongue which only seemed to amuse him even more. His eyes were now twinkling and you thought that he must be a devil in disguise. "I must say it's very lucky that I met you here. What are the odds, right?" "Ah I wouldn't call it lucky, that's for sure." You were currently planning how to escape from this conversation. "So how about we get to know each other a bit better?" He proposed with a warm smile. "I don't think so. I don't even know you." "Oh. That's harsh you do know me. I'm your neighbour and this is our third meeting." He placed a hand over his heart and frowned in pain and you wondered how can one still look handsome while frowning before he continued. "Besides I can fix that. I'm Park Jinyoung nice to meet you. See now we know each other." You fought and urge to roll your eyes and you summoned the most polite looking smile you had in your arsenal. Your phone rang before you could say anything and you've never been more happy to see your manager's face appearing on your screen.

"I'm sorry I have to take it." you said politely, and he just nodded. "Oh I wasn't expecting you to pick up." "Ah manager-nim don't be like that I haven't been picking up only for one day." "Why are you so polite are you with someone?" "Yes." You glared at Jinyoung, he was watching you with a smile with coffee in his hand. "Ok, I can call later." "No!" you almost screamed and cleared your throat trying to remain composure. "No, it's fine." "O-ok. Do you have time today? We should meet and talk I just got something that may interest you. It's really nice drama. I know you said you don't want to play in any of those romantic stories but hear me out this one is..." you'd roll your eyes if not for your neighbour's curious eyes. "Of course when and where will we meet?" You decided to cut off his rumbling. "Really? Before departure, you said you won't play in any stupid drama again." "Ah, I see. I did say that. We should meet today, text me the address then." Hanging up on him, you hoped he got the brains to follow up with text. He thankfully did and your phone barked. Jinyoung laughed again and you gave him confused look. "Did your phone just bark at you?" You blushed against yourself. Was it so weird to have a dog's bark as your message sound? "Ah... yes. I like dogs." You cringed on yourself. Somehow today in front of this man you were constantly losing your cool. He either irritated you or made you flustered enough to forget any eloquent comebacks or eloquence at all. "Anyway it was nice meeting you Jinyoung-ssi but I have to meet up with my manager."

"Oh you're leaving without even properly introducing yourself?" He cocked a brow on you and smirked. You stood up and looked at him coldly. "I'm sorry I don't feel the need." You were about to leave before he spoke again. "Ah… running already... startled... like a true bunny. Come to think of it... it does have a nice ring into it, doesn't it? Bunny. It suits you and you even have a costume already." His voice was so extremely mocking that you felt the irritation buzzing in you like electricity. Not to mention he spoke so loudly the waitress that was blushing at him before now listened carefully. You groaned internally. What if she writes about it somewhere. Media won't let you live especially that he is your neighbour they'd say he is already in love with you. And "bunny" was such a couple pet name. You were in the midst of your internal crisis before he decided to speak again.

"Have nice day bun.." You reacted before you thought, your hand slapped against his mouth before he could say anything more. His eyes got bigger, he was clearly shocked that you were so close to him, that you touched him and that you didn't really care about your language. You on the other had were fuming. You've met your fair share of fuckboys, assholes and idiots but not one of them that had similar status to yours acted with such insolence in public where other people could see you. Well, almost none, perhaps your ex was the only one. You kept your voice quiet, loud enough only for him to hear.

"Shut up. And watch your tongue before I pull it out because the universe be my witness I will and I'll do it with pleasure. My name is not kitten, bunny or any other pet name your buffoon head comes up with. It's Y/N. My name is bloody Y/N." You hissed out and his hand reach out to yours. It was hot from coffee and soft even though his grasp was firm. He took your hand of his mouth and smiled.

"Nice to meet you."

You took a step back and send him the look that must have looked like you were trying to shoot daggers at him.

"I'm sure it is. Now if you excuse me. I don't want to be late."

You rushed to counter to pay only to find out it was already taken care of by Jinyoung. You furrowed your brows and wanted to give him his money back instantly but your phone buzzed and it was your cue to leave. The driver was here.

To Mark 🐰 💙 : One day Tuan... you'll pay for this betrayal

From Mark 🐰 💙 : ILY 2 good night. P.S. He seemed hot 👀

You rolled your eyes how hot was he didn't matter if his sole personality drove you crazy only after three brief meetings. You sighed. This was not how you wanted to spend this day: enraged twice and on your way to see your manager.

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marktuansvevo · 4 years ago

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baby fever

warnings; sexual content, slight cursing, lapslock, jinyoung is a gentleman

word count; just under 1,500

author’s note; im back with a little jinyoung fic!! i’m on week 12 of the semester so once the holidays roll around im going to try to be more active on here ♡ (also, if you want to check out my masterlist, you can find it here!)

you were putting yourself in a bad mood.

plain and simple.

it all started when jinyoung had accompanied you to your mother’s house for a family get together - your nephew’s 7th birthday party. it was hard getting over to your family home alone, nonetheless with your boyfriend. three of his castmates had gotten a stomach bug from a fancy restaurant they went to, so the whole crew got a weekend off. it was perfect timing for the two of you to enjoy a weekend off together at your family home.

the two of you mingled with your extended family, your family being more intrigued with jinyoung than with you. you couldn’t blame them - being in an actor was so much more exciting than being a sleep deprived college student. you absentmindedly listened to him tell stories from when he was on set that you’ve heard a million times. you didn’t mind, but he was always scared he was boring you, so he squeezed your hand as a way of saying thank you.

it wasn’t just all about him, though. jinyoung would always praise you about the grades you were earning; “did you know y/n got a 102% on her latest exam? she really is the smartest woman I know,” he would praise, making you blush as your relatives congratulated you.

you sat by jinyoung at the dinner table, feeling so at home. you knew he belonged with you. in years prior, you had always felt funny bringing significant others into your house — none of them ever fitting in right. now, sitting at the dinner table as your father laughed at one of jinyoung’s joke, you had never felt so complete.

you loved him so much.

dinner was over shortly, your nephew, siwoo, getting antsy waiting to open his presents. “auntie!!” he giggled. “come sit with me and read the cards.”

“siwoo, you’re a big boy now, you can’t read?” you teased him as you let him climb into your lap, handing the presents to him.

“this one is from you!!” he squealed, tearing the iron man bag open and yelling in surprise at the iron man costume, all your relatives giggling at him. “can I put it on??”

“sure, baby, after you open the rest of the presents!”

“oh yeah!” you giggled at him, looking over at your boyfriend who was taking pictures of you with siwoo. he winked when he realized you were staring.

the evening was winding down, a couple of your other younger cousins, siwoo, jinyoung and yourself were hanging out in the sunroom, watching iron man 3. siwoo sat in jinyoung’s lap (so you almost died of had a heart attack of cuteness). you giggled as your boyfriend dozed off, taking a picture of him to embarrass him...or maybe for your lock screen.

“jinyoung,” you cooed. “why don’t we get going?”

“what?? you guys can’t go??” siwoo groaned, his eyelashes pooling with tears. you frowned, you knew how tired the poor baby was.

“siwoo, honey don’t cry. me and uncle will be back tomorrow morning. hey, jinnie, im gonna go get my purse.”

“okay,” he kissed you, making the poor birthday boy wail harder.

“i hate you, jinyoung,” siwoo cried. not going to lie, that hurt, jinyoung thought to himself.

“hey, now what would auntie think if you heard you said that to me? she’d be so disappointed, sweetheart,” siwoo frowned, and muttered a small but sincere sorry. “it’s okay, siwoo.”

“its just that, grandma says you take auntie y/n away from us. that she doesn’t have time for us because she’s with you,” jinyoung didn’t think his feelings could be hurt anymore than earlier when the boy admitted his hatred for him, but kids were honest. it was` brutal. it hurt him because he knew your mother was saying this in front of your cousins, and very impressionable nephews.

“well, siwoo, did you know that your auntie,” he pauses for dramatic effect and lowers his voice. “did you know she works for iron man? and, as iron mans number one fan, you know they have very busy schedules right? y/n has to travel, all the while saving the world. does that make sense?” siwoo nods his head, eyes as big as saucers, taking in the information. “when I grow up, I want to be just like auntie!!”

jinyoung didn’t even know you were lingering in the doorframe, listening to his conversation. your heart and tummy were flooded with adoration for this man. no one else in the world could handle being verbally stomped on by a seven year old quite like jinyoung could.

you left, bidding siwoo a happy birthday, promising to come back in the morning, kissing your relatives goodbye as well.

the car ride home was met with comfortable silence, you staring out the window at the night sky and wondering how the hell you got so lucky.

you were going to pounce on him tonight.

as soon as you got into the hotel, you kissed him, soft and tender. “you’re so perfect, jinyoung,” you purred. his cheeks flamed up. “you know exactly how to work a room, but you never make it about yourself. a seven year old says he hates you and you take it in stride.”

“that actually made me want to cry,” he chuckled, letting you kiss him again.

“you’re perfect. i don’t know how i got so lucky....i love you so much, jinyoung,” his eyes softened.

“i love you too, baby...let me show you how much.”

your perfect boyfriend whisked you into the suite and onto the queen sized bed, taking his time removing your clothes. it was slow and passionate at first, and then became more feral, jinyoung whispering sweet nothings in your ear as he pounded into you, making you cry out. it was quite the contradiction, but it was delicious and you loved it. “y..y/n, i need to cum baby,” he warned as he was about to pull out. the two of you were too excited to be going on a weekend trip together that you forgot to bring condoms. sure, you were on birth control, but with his acting schedule and you still in your master’s program, it just wasn’t the right time for a baby.

jinyoung was about to pull out when you wrapped your legs around his torso, keeping him in you. “cum in me, jinyoung, please,” you begged him, smiling when he obeyed your request, moaning into your shoulder as he rode out his orgasm. he went limp against your body.

“i love you,” he muttered before falling fast asleep. you giggled, letting him doze off while laying on you. you didn’t mind, you wouldn’t be up much longer, anyways.

you woke up before jinyoung, pushing his sticky body off of you. he smiled, kissing your face. “you’re still afterglowing,” he mused. “my baby is the prettiest.”

“and you’re the most handsome,” you giggled. he smiled. “did you bring your birth control, baby? i can’t believe we forgot condoms.”

you stayed silent. his comment pissed you off for some reason. your smile was long gone. “because that would be the worst thing in the world, knocking me up?? god, jinyoung you can be so insensitive,” you cried as you sat up in bed, facing away from him.

“hey, y/n....what did i do?”

“you’re so fucking mean, jinyoung,” you were crying now, burying your face in your hands.

“why are you so upset with me, baby? i can’t help you if you wont tell me,” he said gently.

you did not deserve this man.

“I...i want our own siwoo, jinyoung. i want a mini jinyoung moving around in my belly. i want you to give me a baby, jinnie,” you were crying into his chest now.

“oh...baby...i can give you a baby...but i thought we agreed it’s too soon?” his eyes were as big as saucers now. “hey...talk to me baby.”

“i just want to be done with school. i want to get our lives going. i feel like im slowing us down. i just want a family with you. you are my family.”

“oh, honey...don’t wish our lives away. you’re right where you’re supposed to be. you’re not slowing anything down....hey look at me,” you did. “everything will fall into place. i will give you all the babies you want, love, okay? i love our future children, but i want to enjoy our time together, okay?”

“i know you’re right i know...i was literally blinded with baby fever seeing you with siwoo last night.”

“you’re going to be the best mommy, honey. look at this picture of the two of you,” he showed you his lockscreen — a candid of you with your nephew in your lap with your head thrown back in laughter. “you’re my whole world, y/n.” he smiled sincerely. “now, let’s go day drinking at your mom’s house!”

#got7 #got7 imagines #jinyoung #jinyoung imagines #got7 writings #jinyoung writings #park jinyoung imagines #park jinyoung writings

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softieunnie · 4 years ago

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for got7's 7th anniversary, here are 7 reasons why i'm here to stay to support them for life. 🐣💚

#7YearsWithGOT7 #갓세븐포에버_아가새는어디안가 #GOT7 #갓세븐

1. They are 7 insanely talented individuals.

Like literally, I have no words. When I first met them and saw their videos online, I was amazed by not only their visuals, their vocals, and their difficult choreographies that they manage to dance perfectly in synch. They literally scream king shit behavior when they get on that stage. Their stage presence is out of this world! These 7 young men continue to astound us with their ability to write and produce their own songs.

2. The bond between them is genuine and pure.

Just a little background, I first met GOT7 on weekly idol. Their humor got me hooked, however, in that short span of time, I was able to see how much they're having fun with each other. It's not just the jokes that they make with each other, it's not just about how they make fun of jaebeom or how much they laugh whenever jackson cracks up a joke. It's different. The friendship that they have goes beyond what we see on stage and in front of the cameras. Their brotherhood? It's real. Seven or never, seven or nothing. That alone speaks volume. For me that's what sets them apart from the other groups (no offense please, I'm just appreciating what they have as a group).

3. Their passion for music and arts.

Like I said, GOT7 has an incredible talent with writing or producing their songs. It feels different listening to a song knowing that they made it. Also, not only are they great singers and performers, but some of the members like Jinyoung and (soon)Youngjae are great actors as well. Jaebeom was able to act before and I really do hope that Mark will be given the chance to act as well. Manifesting this so that they can engage in other activities which will make them happier as an artist.

4. They deserve better.

The fact that they have been mistreated in their supposed company wrecks my heart. The amount of times that they were held back, they truly deserved better than that. I'm just glad that now they are free!!! They can finally show their potential and grow even further as artists.

5. They're humble.

Despite the success that they have achieved, GOT7 makes sure that they stay humble. Other artists are about keeping the image that they have, however, GOT7 for me is very real. They show the cameras who they really are. They are kind to the people around them. Aside from the fact that they are pretty loud especially when they're together, even the staffs are astounded with the humility that this group is showing. This makes me proud as an ahgase.

6. They love their ahgases so much.

Probably my favorite reason! We know in our hearts that GOT7 loves us as much as we love them. The fanservice that they give is out of this world. They interact with their fans as much as they could on twitter (shoutout to Bambam who's yet to give me attention on twitter lol). Even Jackson has his own fair shares of fantalk. The way Yugyeom starts his captions on instagrams with #igot7. The way Jaebeom was pranked by ahgases on his birthday. The assurance that Mark gave us on that chaotic day! Their love for their fanbase is real, genuine. It makes us feel like we're not just their fans but we're really a family and we're in this together. Forever.

7. This is just the beginning.

Finally, the end of their contract in their previous company marks not the end, but a new beginning for them. GOT7 is still and will always be GOT7. Now that there's nothing holding them back, they can finally conquer the world and show them who they really are. We may have tough times but I'm still going to support them. Through good times and the bad. We're a team. I will always be their #1 supporter and I can't wait for what they're about to achieve in the near future.

Happy 7th anniversay, GOT7! Thank you for inspiring me to be a better person everyday. I love you forever.

#7YearsWithGOT7 #갓세븐포에버_아가새는어디안가 #GOT7 #갓세븐

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shinwhoohoo · 4 years ago

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Boy do I have so much to say about the whole jinyoung thing. generally speaking, I never read too much into Jinyoung( and baro) leaving WM. I have been a kpop fan for well over 10 years and while I haven't really loved a group as much as i love B1A4, I have seen a number of groups and their members leave. So when I read things of people seeming so salty and mad about the whole split, I can't really relate./1

Ultimately, both Jinyoung and Baro did what the believed was the best for themselves and what they wanted in their career. I believe when it came down to contract renewal, Jinyoung being the generally ambitious person that he is, was basically sweettalked into Link8 with slightly empty promises( and maybe even asked to contribute some funds to the creation of the company). 2/

Link8 just generally didn’t seem like they knew how to manage an artist like jinyoung who wanted to work as an actor as well as still work on music. Like they had a general idea but I don’t believe they knew to what extent how much it would take. They essentially just fumbled, like a lot. Like sure he did a few things here and there but honestly when you hear that an artist or even actor has an exclusive contract with a company, you kinda just expect more. 3/

Like hey they’re going invest so much money into promoting their talents, get them as many great roles as possible, etc. And that kind of just didn’t happen. To add onto that, jinyoung had to enlist. And they definitely weren’t as prepared as they could of been. (there’s the excuse that they were a small newly established company but ultimately that’s just an excuse). In addition to their only talent and source of income not being able to work, the pandemic started in 2020.

So that’s an even bigger strain on the company. So, hearing that Jinyoung left Link8, does not surprise me. They generally let him down as well as his fans. I think it was silly in the first place for him to not sign with an acting agency( though I’m assuming he wanted something that was more tailored to who he was and what he wanted to do as a celebrity) 5/

While I don’t think he will be returning to the group anytime soon, I do believe perhaps there is a chance that eventually they will come back together. being apart of B1A4 is not something he can easily erase and it is where a good bit of his fans came from. He did make a lot of promises about B1A4 always being one and the like, which I’m sure is why there are fans who are still bothered or upset. But alternatively think about if he had been more realistic about everything? 6/

fans would of been bothered by that too. Maybe he shouldn’t of talked about it as much as he did and that would of made this entire situation better. All in all, I’m a BANA that is more bothered by Link8 and how they approached and handled a lot of things concerning Jinyoung more than I am at Jinyoung himself. 7/

He could of done better with how he decided to go but I don’t believe he ever wanted to flat out drop B1A4, but if anything he wanted to put some distance between that part of his career and what he wanted next. ultimately. A3 is great and all of them together is great too. I hope whoever he signs with after his enlistment is just generally better and more experienced. Not simply recycling ideas for promoting their talent. 8/

Wow, now I think this is the longest ask I’ve ever gotten! haha thanks for sharing all your thoughts~

That’s good you can distance yourself from it. Admittedly that’s probably the most ideal way to handle it, but I guess it’s easier said than done for some of us.

I agree, Baro and Jinyoung did what they thought was best for themselves. And I’ve never faulted them for that. My only critique has always been in how they left, and the pain we can see from CNU, Sandeul and Gongchan over it. But I’ve written enough posts and answered enough asks about that 😅

LINK8 has just always seemed a bit of a mess. I mean, it seemingly popped out of nowhere, and the timing of its creation and Jinyoung joining just all seemed a bit suspect. Again, I’ve talked enough about that but I’ll just say I essentially agree with your points made in your 3rd through 5th paragraphs regarding how LINK8 just was not good lol. And personal opinion, but I think a lot of how they ‘dropped the ball’ goes hand in hand with him having a more prominent role in the company, and then just not being there during public service to run it. And by ‘it’ I mean his own promotions, not necessarily the company as a whole. But who knows, he could have been helping run the company as a whole too. There’s just so much we don’t know about LINK8, and with it seemingly ceasing to exist, we’ll probably never know.

The point you make about Jinyoung talking about Bipo always being one vs. him being more realistic is something I haven’t talked about as frequently as the other things, but I did mention at least once here. Basically, I agree he was kinda in a ‘damned if he did, damned if he didn’t’ situation. I understand why he felt the need to continue on the ‘7 year curse? I don’t know her’ train despite the fact he probably already knew he was gonna be leaving. Like I get it, I really do. the Kpop world isn’t exactly the kinda place where he would have had the freedom to actually be transparent, for the sake of the fans. The only thing I can say about that is looking back, I wish he wasn’t just so intense about ‘B1A4 being one forever’... like he was mentioning it even up until their 7th anniversary VLive, a mere two months before he actually left. But I understand his reasons.

Regarding you last paragraph, “...but I don’t believe he ever wanted to flat out drop B1A4, but if anything he wanted to put some distance between that part of his career and what he wanted next” idk. I guess this is where I may have to disagree. Of course, at the end of the day all we’re doing is sharing individual opinions, we’ll never know for sure, so no one is right or wrong. But I don’t think I can truly agree with this 100%. While I don’t think someone ‘wanting distance’ is the same as ‘flat out dropping’, I do think it’s a very fine line to walk. If Jinyoung (or Baro) didn’t want to actually drop the group, then why did they leave in a way that made A3 so upset? Them leaving WM and signing to other agencies was more than enough to distance themselves, if that’s all they really wanted. However, it always seemed there was more to it than that-- Sandeul tweeting about how shocked and confused he was mere hours after the news dropped, not leaving his house for a month, Gongchan completely breaking down over it, how apologetic CNU was that he couldn’t keep them together as five, idk. This just seems more than just them leaving the company to create some distance. This to me signals it went down maybe in not the best way, that while they ‘didn’t technically leave the group’ it certainly might as well be that way for A3. This seems like a complete break to me, not just a distance.

But again, just personal opinion based on what we have seen and heard. I’m never going to say there’s no chance they won’t all get together again, just that it’ll definitely be some time. I don’t think any of them want to all get back together right now, including Baro and Jinyoung. (Obviously, if B1A4 was their top priority, then they wouldn’t have left in the first place, so this makes sense and I respect that). The best for Jinyoung though, hopefully if he is actually signing with BB Entertainment, they can give him what he’s truly searching for. And hopefully we’ll see Baro in some acting roles soon, too! I always loved his acting, so I’ll be looking forward to that~

Thanks for sharing all your thoughts again, I appreciate you taking the time to do so.

#b1a4 #cnu #sandeul #gongchan #shindeulchan #jinyoung #baro #wm entertainment #link 8 entertainment #bb entertainment #text #ask #reply

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thesuitelife547 · 4 years ago

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“I’m sorry to the fans of B1A4” CNU’s Last Interview Before Enlisting [ARTICLE TRANS]

This is a re-post from something I previously had on my tumblr. This is just the translation of the questions and answers. I don’t have the link to the original article yet with the pictures. I have obtained the original articles! Thanks to Shimybana04 on Twitter!

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Thanks!

- Marisa

[t/n: I just combined the 3 parts of the questions. The introduction parts were all basically the same]

Last year, idol group B1A4 went through a big change. Members Jinyoung (28, Jung Jinyoung) and Baro (27, Cha Sunwoo) left WM Entertainment after their contracts expired leaving CNU (28, Shin Dongwoo), Sandeul (27, Lee Junghwan), and Gongchan (26, Gong Chanshik) to be arranged into a 3-membered group.

Although it was a path chosen in order for them to develop themselves, but when seen from the viewpoint of the fans that have been cheering for them, there are many regrets. The members cannot ignore these types of feelings the fans have. And at their first fanmeeting as a 3-membered B1A4, held last month on the 5th, CNU stated, while crying, “I can’t repay what is owed to the heart even if I try to repay it for the rest of my life.” With a sorrowful heart, he was apologetic for being unable to keep B1A4 as 5 members as the oldest.

After the fanmeeting, CNU is enlisted in the military last month on the 22nd. He is the first B1A4 member fulfilling his duty and was preparing for the second stage of his life. Before his enlistment, Star News met with CNU for a ‘Let’s Have A Meal’ interview. It would be his last for the fans before the enlistment. We met CNU at in Seoul at a Korean-style full course meal restaurant as he felt grateful and apologetic towards fans as he thought about having to leave for a little.

How are you feeling right before you enlist in the army?

It feels surreal, a little complicated. There are times when I feel empty, uneasy, and even liberated. Of course I have to go, but as it gets closer, there are various types of overlapping emotions.

Is it a bit burdensome since you’re going later? [t/n: as in age wise]

Haha. Going late isn’t something to be proud of. As an artist, I have activities and unavoidable situations therefore rather than being burdened, I’m worried about the members. My biggest worry is about leaving the younger ones behind.

What kinds of things did you talk with the members about?

It’s more like we don’t really talk about the big thing. Haha. Still, they decided that they’d go with me the day that I do enlist.

When you look at the other celebrities that went to the army, there’s always talk about how they really miss girl groups. CNU-ssi, what girl group do you think you’ll miss the most?

Um…I’ll go with being a fan of Oh My Girl. I should take care of our kids. Haha. They’re popular in military units. Nowadays they’re becoming more popular and they’re also my company juniors. It’d be nice if they could visit, if possible…haha. But since I think that could possibly put pressure on them, I want to tell them that I understand if they can’t come.

How do you spend your time?

I’ve been busy recently and I think I’ll continue to be up until the day before I enlist. It was eventful for us last year, too. I was in a drama and more recently we were preparing for our fanmeeting. There is a fanmeeting in Japan scheduled for February, but I can’t attend because I’ll be in the army. We were preparing for various things. Since there was a little bit of a change to B1A4, we were preparing a lot of things in order to show fans a good image of us. We were seriously planning a lot of things.

Can you tell us about what you had planned?

There was the fanmeeting. I also thought that it’d be good if B1A4 were able to quickly put out an album. It’s been such a long time since we released an album. I’m really sorry to the fans for undergoing this change. I thought that quickly releasing an album would be a way to ask for a little forgiveness from the fans. I wanted to have an album, fanmeet, and even a concert.

A little while ago you held a fanmeeting as a 3-membered group. I figure that it would feel differently. You even shed a lot of tears…

Rather than it being anyone’s fault that B1A4 is in a situation where we have to continue as a 3-membered group, I think everyone shares responsibility. I think we should live while being apologetic to the fans. The 5 members are the ones directly in B1A4, but B1A4 isn’t just ours. There is the company that made us and also the fans. For someone out there, B1A4 being in their life could be everything to them and there could also be people who feel like we’re the ones who give them energy…I feel like we committed a great sin to those people. It’s not like I want to find out who did what, I’m just very sorry about this situation and I think I cried a lot.

I think those feelings would be bigger since you’re the eldest.

That’s right. There’s a sense of regret to it, like ‘If I had done a better job, wouldn’t it have been a better situation?’ I feel sorry towards the fans and the members. The fans who had come to the fanmeeting told me a lot of things like, “It’s not your fault, don’t feel sorry,” but I think I’ll have this apologetic heart for the rest of my life. I think I should have it for the rest of my life. Because we made a crack in their memories of us, I think I should pay it back in the future.

Your first activity after your contract renewal with WM Entertainment was a drama. You challenged your first project, SBS drama Miss Ma: Goddess of Revenge. How was it? [t/n: they wrote more like how Miss Ma is his first like drama role. He was in a previous drama, but that was a daily drama and is considered to be in a different category]

Just acting on TV is such a great opportunity for me. It’s a project that I’m very thankful for. The fans have also seemed to have wanted me to be in a drama. I’m really happy that I was able to have an opportunity to try it out. I was able to work with mostly everyone besides the children actors, so I was able to really learn a lot. I think that this project was able to lay the foundation for future growth.

In the past you’ve done a lot of musical activities before, is there a difference between that and acting?

There’s a difference either way. Some of the continuing habits that I have from musicals sometimes appeared when I was acting for TV. There were times when my seniors gave me advice on some of the technical stuff, like telling me to calm down my tone. And because Sung Jiru-sunbae and I were together a lot, he taught me a lot about the type of attitude that an actor should have and the type of skills while at the filming site. It’s a project where I really learned a lot.

How was your chemistry with your senior actors?

Kim Yoonjin-sunbae really looked upon me favorably. I’m really thankful. Because she hadn’t seen me as actor CNU before, I think she worried about how I would act. After the script reading, we went out for a company dinner and while we were there, she spoke to me first saying, “Your speaking and breathing are good, it’s clear that you’ve prepared a lot for this. I’m very grateful.”

I was even more touched because such a big senior had said that to me. She also taught me a lot about acting while we were on site. She acknowledged and liked me as a singer and has also monitored and listened to the songs that I have written. It was such a big opportunity for me to be able to share those things with my senior. There could be a prejudice by other actors for being an idol turned actor, but I’ve been acknowledged as an actor and singer. I’m very thankful.

You had a love line with Go Sunghee.

There’s only a one-year age difference between Sunghee-noona and I, but I think dropping the age difference between us made the love line more comfortable. She treated me very well. I’m thankful. It is a love line but it’s a bit of a disappointment that we hadn’t held hands or hugged. Haha. We said that we should do another project together. It was fun acting together because she has such an easy-going personality.

You and Bae Dohwan, who was also in drama, played a cop. Did you guys have any preparation beforehand?

One of my friends from high school is a real cop. As soon as I was casted I had called that friend and asked him detailed things like, “How do you salute?” or “Can you take off your hat when you’re in the station?” I think I was able to get information rather easily because of my real-life cop friend.

Together with Sandeul and Gongchan, after the contract renewal, I think that you guys would have become stronger together.

I think that it has. I have certainly become more concerned about things that I wasn’t concerned about before and as the eldest, I feel like there are more things I have to take responsibility for. We also see each other and contact each other more.

I’m curious about your reasons for renewing your contract.

From the very beginning I had no desire to leave. Of course there’d be complaints and misunderstandings since we were in this company for so long; however, no matter how I saw it, they grew us and it was because of this company that I was able to debut, so my feelings about renewing my contract grew. Even though I can’t promise to stay with them for the rest of my life, at least for this time I had wanted to renew my contract and stay together.

I don’t think the 5 of us thought the same thing. Although it’s something that the company knows now, at the time of our contract renewal, it wasn’t like I didn’t meet with other companies. There were good offers from many good companies, but in the end, I believe that it is with this company that I’m able to securely do the things that make my heart comfortable to my fullest extent. Sandeul and Gongchan also had that kind of mindset.

When you go to the army, who will you think about the most?

The fans is first place. I believe I’ll think about the fans the most. While I should also think about my family, friends, and members, of course, I think I’ll miss the fans the most. Even at our recent fanmeeting, seeing all of the fans gathered together and holding signs to cheer for us I thought, “There’s no greater blessing than this for me.” I don’t think I should ever forget about my gratitude for the fans.

What are your plans after you get discharged?

I feel like my time spent in the military is the second part of my life, it feels like I’m starting the turning point. Thus far in order for B1A4’s activities to go further, I feel like we have gotten onto the footholds and once I’m discharged from the army, I think we’d be able to fly and run stronger. I’ll also run step by step towards the planned things that I wasn’t able to do before enlisting in the army. I have a lot of debt for the fans’ hearts, so I have to pay it back, even if it’s just a little.

I want to release an album as soon as I’m discharged. So far there are about 8-9 songs that I have written. Sandeul also has written about 3-4. We have been worried about what direction our music should go in as we continue as a 3-membered B1A4. The songs that I have written while worrying about that is enough to fill a regular album. I think quickly finishing and releasing a B1A4 album after I’m discharged is my goal. I think with the first step being music, I’ll be able to let go of this apologetic feeling that I have towards the fans.

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The Wedding Date {M}

Park Jinyoung x Reader Genre: Fluff / Smut Warnings: Explicit mature content Word Count: 11,964 Summary: It’s your best friend’s wedding and in order to avoid all those sympathetic condolences because your ex is showing up with his pregnant girlfriend you hire an actor to be your boyfriend. Jinyoung plays his part to perfection. Everyone including your parents are charmed by him, the only problem is, you can’t tell what’s real and what’s not.

You should be happy. Full of bliss and joy while in celebration of your best friend’s wedding festivities. However, there were three things on your mind.

1.Your ex fiance is the best man

2. Two months from now would have been your wedding

3.You hired an actor from the classifieds online to be your date for the whole weeks worth of activities.

Yes, an actor. Not some escort, though others would consider it the same thing. Technically you were paying him money to be your ‘boyfriend’. However, you would consider it giving him money to play a part. A few hours before attending the first lunch you planned to meet him for the first time. You sat in the cafe, already dressed. Your outfit of choice done with your ex in mind. The coffee in front of you remained untouched and cooled due to nerves.

You weren’t like this. You didn’t know you’d be desperate enough to stoop to this. However while going through the seating arrangement and guest list a few nights ago you saw that your ex was bringing a plus one. Not just any plus one though. That sent you into a turmoil. Sure, you could show up at the wedding single but after everything you weren’t ready. You needed someone by your side. Even if it was for show.

“Y/N?”

With your mind wandering you easily startle. Glancing up to the voice that called your name. His headshots didn’t do justice. He was tall, broad shouldered, slim waist and toned. Naturally handsome. Not at all what you were expecting of an actor yet his appearance had it make sense.

“Hi,” is all you can manage to say as you’re struck with awe and at the same time worry. How on earth would you be able to get away with having him as your boyfriend? In other words, talk about out of your league in other circumstances.

He grins, “Wow, you are not at all what I was expecting,” he says as he takes a seat in front of you.

He knew it too. Immediately you feel self conscious, straightening out your dress and blindly fiddling with your hair.

He sees the change in your expression, “Oh no, I didn’t mean it in a bad way. It’s a good thing for me,” he explains. “I mean, when someone hires someone to be their date you automatically expect.. y’know.” He stutters as he tries to explain, scratching the back of his head, “but you- you’re beautiful. I don’t know why you’d need someone to be your date,” he chuckles , dropping his hand and you’re taken aback by his bashfulness, “Can I start over?”

You laugh and nod.

“Hi, I’m Jinyoung,” he holds out his hand.

“Y/N,” you smile taking his hand and shaking it.

He leans forward along the table, “Alright director, let's hear it.”

You raise your eyebrow, “director?”

He grins and shrugs, “You’re calling all the shots, guiding me and since I’m an actor. You know that makes you kind of like the director,”

You nod at his point, pursing your lips. “I see,” there’s a pause between you two. “I’ve never done anything like this before so I’m not sure what I should be doing…” you say.

Jinyoung eases back into his seat, “Let’s start with why you want to do this,”

“Let’s see,” you ponder, “My best friend is getting married,the best man is my ex fiancé who I was supposed to marry two months from now. I’ll be walking down the aisle towards him not as I originally imagined. He’s in a new relationship and from what I hear his new girlfriend in tow is pregnant. Speaking of which I hear she’s six months pregnant which mean he was fucking her while we were together,” you don’t miss a beat, “So all in all I don’t want to be the elephant in the room that everyone pities,” you let out all in one breath and you realize how ridiculous this all really is.

“So where do I come into play?”

“You’ll be my boyfriend. We’ll put on an act that I’m completely head over heels for you and vice versa and that I’ve moved on,” You explain, cringing to yourself. You must come off as desperate and pathetic. Jinyoung is silent and you fear he’ll back out from how ridiculous this all is.

“Alright so tell me about myself,” he finally breaks into a smile.

Once again you’re confused, “Shouldn’t you be telling me about yourself?”

Jinyoung laughs, “I mean, who do you want me to be? What kind of boyfriend? If others start asking me about myself what do you want me to tell them?”

“Oh,” you fidget in your seat, “I never really thought of that,” you feel the stress come about again.

“What’s your type?” Jinyoung asks,

“Uh…” you mull it over. Finally you let out a laugh, “This is going to be harder than I thought,”

Jinyoung grinned, easing back in his chair. “I can be whoever you want me to be,” he says.

Just hours before your big debut as a couple you two had run a quick crash course on your relationship. You two met at a coffee shop. Which was technically true. Together for a few months now. You gave a brief overview of the basics that your partner should know about you. Likes, dislikes, favourite foods, movies, even going so far in detail that he knew what your dominant hand was. In the end, you didn’t want Jinyoung to change so much about himself. Just from the conversation and encounter you deemed him to be polite, even charming. To be honest if you hadn’t hired him and if under different circumstances you might have even considered him real dating material and a potential love interest.

That being said, you had established some ground rules that seemed to have amused Jinyoung once you brought it up to him. First and foremost no sex. You weren’t paying for someone to sleep with. However, sleeping in the same bed would be inevitable as the wedding’s activities took place out of town and lodging for the wedding party just happened to be at the groom’s parent’s estate. When you mentioned “chaste” kisses Jinyoung chuckled, the corner of his eye’s wrinkling. He was even more amused when you said “only if necessary”. Even saying that had you blushing and shy.

“Back to sex,” you continued, “It won’t just be me you’re not having sex with but I ask that you refrain from having any sexual relations with any of the wedding guests, staff, you name it during this week. The last thing I need is to have another beau cheating on me,” You say sternly.

Jinyoung looks at you intently, “Whether in a real relationship or a fake one. I am not a cheater,” he says. “If we’re talking ground rules then I’d like to add that this is strictly business,” you nod in agreement. “However,” Jinyoung adds, “This doesn’t mean we can’t be friends. I think in order for this to work we need to be at ease with one another,” He had a point. What makes a relationship more authentic than friendship?

You realized no matter the prepping, the ground rules established, the nerves would never go away. Jinyoung had volunteered to drive which you were appreciative of considering you needed some time to collect yourself. You weren’t sure if it was the curved roads or the anxiety that made you want to throw up but regardless you closed your eyes while Jinyoung, a complete stranger, drove you to the estate.

By the time you arrive to the estate you have an endless list of how things could go awry. All of which happened to include hospitalization and natural disasters. Your stomach lurched as the windy road curved up the hill. Jinyoung let out a low whistle as the trees broke and the view of the estate came into view. You even straightened up in your seat, nose almost pressing against the glass in awe.

You already knew Mark and his family were well off however you may have underestimated. Your best friend hadn’t mentioned how big it really was or the fact that it was basically a vineyard. It was no wonder the wedding was being held there and that they were accommodating the whole bridal party and a few others. As you pulled up your stomach lurched again and you knew it definitely wasn’t road sickness. You thought you and Jinyoung could arrive discreetly and have some more time to get yourselves settled before the initial late lunch welcome but you were wrong.

“How good are you with meeting parents?”

“Let’s just say I’ve heard many times over that I’m the ideal son in-law and that’s also coming from parents whose daughters I never even met,” he says cheekily.

“Great, cause you’re about to meet mine,” you swallow nervously as you recognize the two figures unloading their car at the front. You should have remembered that you get your timely punctuality from your parents. “Oh god, we didn’t prepare for this. I thought we’d have more time. Maybe if you just keep driving past them they won’t recognize me or my car,” you panic. You hadn’t even told your parents you were bringing a date. You and Jinyoung were literally about to face the wolves.

“Relax Y/N. It will be alright. Besides, if we can fool your parents then everyone else will be a breeze,” Jinyoung says. You started to realize that Jinyoung was logical, reassuring and his tone and the way he talked had a way of making you feel at ease. He made a point, if you couldn’t get past your parents who knew you the best. How could you get past everyone else?

When the car comes to a halt right behind theirs you take a deep breath. Jinyoung places his hand on your knee in comfort, “We’ve got this,”

Perhaps you shouldn’t have said “Hi,” when stepping out of the car. You two may have gone unnoticed while your mom was in the middle of nagging your dad.

“Oh Y/N! You’ve arrived too. Isn’t this place gorgeous?” She pulls you into a tight embrace, “Your dad almost took the wrong turn because he wasn’t listening to me and on top of that he forgot to pack the small bag that I packed my hats in,” she rolls her eyes, “Oh honey, you’re not going to wear that to the lunch are you?” She says looking at your cocktail dress.

“Ahem,” Jinyoung clears his throat as he rounds the car.

If only you could have captured your mom’s reaction on video. It was the definition of ‘jaw drop’ and the exact reaction you would hope for.

“Hi, Mrs. L/N. My name is Jinyoung, I’m Y/N’s boyfriend,” Jinyoung reaches to shake your shocked mother’s hand. “She told me so much about you but she didn’t tell me where she got her beauty from. Now I know,” he charms.

Your mom giggles, acting like a school girl as she tucks her hair behind her ear. “Y/N never mentioned a boyfriend,” she glares at you.

Jinyoung snugs his arm around your waist, pulling you against him. Your first ever skinship yet it was as if he’d done it hundreds of times to you. He is good was all you could think. You hoped you weren’t blushing. “You know y/n, always secretive. It takes a lot of convincing from me to even get her to call me her boyfriend,” Jinyoung laughs.

Your mother nods, “Well, it's great to meet you and we’ll have plenty of time to get to know each other and hear all about your love story,” your mom winks and you knew she was already swept away with Jinyoung. It hadn’t even been five minutes and he had already won her over. “Honey, come meet Y/N’s boyfriend,” she says in excitement.

“Here let me,” Jinyoung says leaving your side. Your dad steps out of the way as Jinyoung pulls out not just one but both of your mother’s over packed luggage from the trunk. He didn’t even grimace from the weight of them of them and, unlike your dad, had carefully set them on the sidewalk with ease.

“Strong man. Jinyoung was it?” your dad says reaching out his hand, probably thankful he didn’t have to pull a back muscle.

Jinyoung nods, “Yes sir,”

Your dad puffs out his chest, straightening his posture for intimidation and taking on the protective father role, “So how long have you been seeing our Y/N?”

“It’s been a few months now,” You answer hurriedly. You can tell your dad was just about to ask another question so you hooked your arm around Jinyoung’s, “We’re going to go find our room. Get all fresh and resettled before lunch,” you say already pulling Jinyoung inside with you. Not even looking back as your parents gape at the two of you.

It was a butler who escorts you two to your designated room. As soon as you’re inside you, quite literally, flop onto the bed. “Oh my god,” you drawl, “That was exhausting, how are we going to do that for a whole week,” you roll over onto your back as you stare up at the cream colored ceiling.

You feel the bed shift. Jinyoung lays beside you, one arm propped as he rests his head against it. “It went well,”

Finally you take in your surroundings. The room was quite big, enough to give each other space. There was even a changing screen that was probably for decoration but you’d probably put to use. Even the bed was big, you didn’t even know there was something larger than a king size. Yet despite the size Jinyoung was right next to you. If you just shifted your leg it would brush his. He was too close for comfort. You sat up, shifting over a bit to create space.

“Tell me about your ex,” Jinyoung requests unmoving from his spot.

“College sweethearts, thought he was the one, obviously not,” you shrug.

“But obviously you care enough that you’d go as far as hiring me,” Jinyoung urges for more.

“I am moved on, I think. I won’t really know until I see him.” Which got your nerves all riled up again because your encounter would be in an hour or so. “Like I said, it’s just nice to have you here so I don’t get those sympathetic ‘How are you doing?’ You’re my backbone,” you explain.

“You don’t seem to be the type that’s passive,” Jinyoung states.

“I guess in a way the breakup, the whole cheating and pregnancy thing took something from me,” you shrug. You let out a laugh, “Like my self confidence for starters,”

Jinyoung’s brows furrow. He’s about to say something until you hear a knock on your door. Immediately you look at him, eyes widening. Oh god, you weren’t ready to face your mom again.

“Y/N!” You recognize the voice on the other side of the door and immediately feel relieved as you rush to open it. As soon as it’s open your greeted with a squeal and pulled into a tight embrace.

“It’s happening! I’m getting married, I can’t believe it’s actually happening. You look so good. Where’s your new beau?” She wiggles her eyebrows. Then her attention turns to Jinyoung who's just now starting to sit up on the bed. “Oh, am I interrupting something?” She looks at you and winks. You see Jinyoung blush, clearing his throat.

“Oh shut up,” you roll your eyes.

Your best friend shrugs, “I don’t know what’s…” she pauses, “included in your contract,” She knew everything, in fact, Jinyoung was all her idea. Even so, there was no way you’d be able to hide it from her. You knew her though, she wouldn’t tell a soul not even her new husband.

“Hi,” she finally introduces, “thanks so much for coming to the wedding,”

“My pleasure,” Jinyoung smiles, “Congratulations,”

“Okay! I’m off! I’ll see you two downstairs. Can’t wait to see the look on your ex's face when you walk in together,” she pulls you into another embrace as she whispers in your ear, “That smile alone is enough to get your panties wet,”

“See you later!” You push her out the door, feeling the warmth rise to your cheeks. Once she’s out you turn to face Jinyoung. He smiles and the color continues to flush your cheeks. She’s right.

“You can go ahead and freshen up first,” you offer.

“Are you sure?” Jinyoung asks already reaching for the buttons of his dress shirt. His first button comes undone.

“Yes, go for it,” your voice squeaks. “I’ll probably take longer than you anyways,” You say as a second button came undone. You’d probably need a long cold shower feeling like a hormonal teenager. When Jinyoung heads into the bathroom and you hear the water turn on you collapse back onto the bed. It was going to be a long week.

You don’t know why they call it a late lunch when it’s basically cutting into dinner time. You managed to do a quick fix of your hair, also tried not to drool when Jinyoung emerged from the bathroom all dressed up. It was simple. You’ve seen dozens of men, including your ex wear a simple dress shirt and khakis but Jinyoung looked like he just emerged from a catalogue of Hugo boss.

The closer you get to the outdoor terrace and the muffled sounds of voices and piano playing the nerves resurface. As if knowing Jinyoung grabs your hand, holding it tightly.

“You’ve got this Y/N. You’ve got me to lean on,” he encourages.

You nod, finding comfort in the warmth of his hand as it holds yours. You recognize a few of your friend’s relatives. Growing up together you had gotten to know them quite well. Just as expected the view from the terrace were beautiful vineyards, mixed with a garden courtyard that included a sculpted fountain. You walk in hand and hand with Jinyoung, as directors would normally say, action.

“Y/N!” You hear your mother's voice immediately as if she’s been waiting for you to make an entrance. “Oh, you didn’t change,” she tsks as she approaches you.

“That would be my fault,” Jinyoung speaks immediately, “I convinced her not to change. The color suits her and I think she’s beautiful,” Jinyoung snugs his arm around you just as he had before.

With Jinyoung’s statement you can physically see your mother’s thoughts change, “Oh yes I suppose you’re right. It is very flattering on her,” she gleams.

“And I have to say Mrs. L/N you’re looking quite radiant yourself,” He compliments.

Your mother blushes, “Come you two, you have to say hi to Mrs. Lim,” You tried to protest but your mother was already hooked to Jinyoung’s arm and dragging him across the terrace.

Just like your mom, Mrs. Lim is swept away by Jinyoung’s charms. Soon enough, more ladies are surrounding the two of you. There’s swooning and a handful of giggling and lots of playful touching. You’re almost beaming with pride, basking in the glory that you had the hottest date. When Jinyoung was finally introduced to your best friend’s father, the two had gotten along and easily slid into conversation as if they had known each other for a while. It was easy to say Jinyoung blended in well.

“Oh god,” you say when you notice a certain someone making a beeline towards you.

Jinyoung turns his attention to you, “Is it your ex?”

“Worse,” you groan.

You’re greeted with boobs and a high pitched giggle as your name leaves her lips, “Y/N how lovely to see you!” Her words dripped with fakeness.

“Wow, Janine,” was all you could say as you kept your arms by your side trying your best to sound as enthusiastic as she was.

“I know, they just got done,” she proudly shimmies to flaunt her chest,looking at the corner of her eye to who stood beside you.

Some describe this type of relationship as “frenemy”. Friendly towards each other yet in a superficial, don’t really like one another type of way. Always remaining civil despite the shade thrown at one another. Janine in latent terms was interesting. Loves thinking she’s the center of attention and someone that thinks she attracts all the men. You knew it was bound for her to come running to Jinyoung.

“I heard your date is the life of the party, auntie keeps going on and on about him so I just had to come see for myself,” Oh yeah, and she’s your best friend’s cousin. As if on cue she hooks her arm around Jinyoung’s pulling him towards her. “I can see what all the talk is about. I’m Janine,” she introduces.

You tug him back towards you and realize that you may end up in a tug of war against her.

“Nice to meet you. I’m Y/N’s boyfriend Jinyoung,” he says as he squirms out of her hold and, in the most satisfying way, snugs his arm around your waist in unity. You feel smug as you see her little pout. “Can I get you something to drink babe?” Jinyoung asks.

Babe. You never discussed pet names, in fact, your ex rarely called you anything. It was something you weren’t used to but coming from Jinyoung it was something you could get used too. You had to remind yourself it was all for show. You smile and nod. Then he does something you for sure didn’t expect. It was a sweet and innocent gesture. A kiss on your temple before he leaves but you weren’t used to this kind of affection. Especially in front of others. It was so casual, so simple, yet it left you giddy.

Janine’s jaw drops slightly, she doesn’t miss a beat as soon as he’s out of hearing distance. “Where did you meet him?” Emphasizing the ‘you’part of the conversation because obviously Jinyoung was someone out of your league.

“We met at a coffee shop,” you say as nonchalant as you can, once again, partly true.

“Looks like I’m frequenting the wrong places,” she mutters as she watches Jinyoung at the bar, gnawing at her bottom lip.

“Y/N,” your best friend calls your name and saves you. When she comes running over, it wasn’t to save you but to warn you. She pulls you away to the corner of the terrace. “Your ex is here and baby momma in tow. Look at her she’s huge!”

You feel a slight sense of panic. You haven’t seen your ex since the breakup, didn’t even know what the woman he was with now looked like. Your attention is turned towards the entrance where you see your ex. No butterfly feelings, no rush of emotions. He looked tired, bags under his eyes, hair was disheveled. You didn’t know if you should feel relieved that he looked far worse than when you two were together or if you should feel sympathy. His ‘baby momma’ was huge, belly wise. Yet you were expecting some radiant glow but was faced with a frown. Other’s had also turned their attention to the new couple that just walked into the room. You saw your mom’s scowl and no doubt she was whispering to Mrs. Lim the same things you observed. You were pleased with yourself, no outlying feelings. Not even anger.

“You okay?” You best friend asks.

You nod, “Surprisingly yes,”

“In any case, I’m glad Jinyoung is here with you,” she says.

You glance over at Jinyoung who stands by the bar talking with Mark. He holds two glasses in his hand. He catches your gaze, an easy smile over his face as he winks at you before turning back with Mark. A part of you, a big part, wished this was real.

As you had assumed, lunch had moved into dinner, dinner faded into the late night. By the time you get back to your room you were slightly buzzed from all the wedding themed cocktails. Satisfied, you kick of your heels. Falling back onto the bed with your arms spread.

“That went better than expected. We might actually pull this off,” You glance over at Jinyoung whose removing his watch, now starting to undo the cuff links of his dress shirt. You roll onto your elbow as you watch him. “Seems like you and Mark hit it off,”

Jinyoung smiled, “He’s pretty cool. He suggested that after he gets back from his honeymoon we all take a trip to the mountains,”

The way he said it made it seem like it was plausible. Like real lovers discussing future plans. It only made your stomach knot and feel guilty Mark didn’t know he wasn’t going to get his vacay with Jinyoung.

Days had passed and in that time you and Jinyoung had easily fallen into a friendship. The first initial bouts of awkwardness between you two gone. You had to give him most of the credit for that. He was kind, thoughtful, made you feel at ease. He even had your mother wrapped around his finger. Your own father couldn’t calm her from her incessant rants the way Jinyoung could in seconds. It seemed as though everyone was charmed and captivated by him. The days were busy, lawn activities, nature walks, the whole lot, each day followed by cocktail hours and tipsy evenings. Most nights you and Jinyoung would stumble back to the room giggling and teasing one another. All except for one night where your best friend and you left dinner early and had a sleepover in your room. That morning you were surprised to wake up to her instead of Jinyoung. Then during brunch burst out laughing when you found out him and Mark ended up doing the same thing. There were no boundaries even the pillow barricade between you two had come down.

You laid in bed wide awake. The quiet of the night and darkness over the room. Jinyoung sleeping peacefully beside you. Your comforted by his presence, knowing he’s there. You reflected on your days with him. How Mark and Jinyoung instantly became friends, your parents with Jinyoung only after the first meeting. Hopefully they didn’t get too attached being that this would all come to an end. When Jinyoung turned in his sleep his arm fell across your waist. Don’t get attached, you reminded yourself. Yet as you drifted off to sleep you curled into the warmth of his body.

“Ow,”

You’re woken by the sound of a man’s voice. In the state of confusion and morning grogginess you’re startled by your surroundings and the ‘stranger’ who lay beside you. Then you remember, you’re in bed with someone you paid to be your pretend boyfriend, you’re in an estate and you’re currently in his arms and feeling that your elbow was kind of jabbed into his abdomen that’s probably why Jinyoung woke.

“Sorry,” You shift. You’re still pressed against his body, his arm still around your waist.

“It’s okay,” he murmurs.

The sound of his morning voice had to be one of the most attractive things you’ve heard. It’s quiet for a moment and you wonder if he’s fallen back asleep. You lay as still as possible in case he had. Countless worries in your head. Did you look okay? Did you snore in your sleep? You cringed at the thought of possible morning breath.

“What’s the plan for today?” He asks groggily, his arm still around you.

“All I know is that there’s dinner in the East Wing tonight,” you laugh at how ridiculous and posh it all sounds.

“Hmm,”Jinyoung responds and you wonder if he’s falling asleep again. He shifts, not farther from you but closer. He’s practically spooning you, his face nuzzled in your hair. This wasn’t the only time you two had woken up snuggled against each other. Nor was it the only time you two hadn’t pulled away from each other. Your ex and you couldn’t handle cuddling each other. In the morning you’d wake with a gap between yourselves and back towards each other. You never believed that people could actually fall asleep, let alone be comfortable like that. Now you believed that cuddling could actually be comfy. The way you simply melded into Jinyoung’s body gave you hope for cuddling. In fact most mornings when you two woke like this you didn’t want to leave.

“You’re beautiful in the morning too,” Jinyoung murmurs sweetly, catching you off guard.

You blush, he was just being nice. He always says sweet things to you. It was hard to believe that there were actually guys out in the world like this. Were these lines he said before? You understood him saying these things to you in front of others, but he even continued to say things like this when it’s just the two of you. “Do you take tips for flattery?” You joke, trying your best to hold back and not fall for his charm.

If only you could take back what you said, wondering if you had insulted him as he lets out a deep sigh and pulls away from you. Rolling onto his back. You shift too, now both of you are staring at the ceiling though you wish you were back to the sweet moment just before. You cursed yourself for ruining the moment even though it was supposed to mean nothing. Strictly business, this was what he was here for.

“I finally met your ex,” Jinyoung speaks, “Figured it was him considering he was the only one with a pregnant significant other,” he looks at you, “Are you okay?”

“I am. More than I thought I would be. It’s just hard to move past it all with everyone asking me ‘if I’m alright’ or ‘warning me whenever he comes into a room’, telling me ‘I deserve better’,” you shrug.

“You do deserve better,” Jinyoung says quietly.

There it was again, his sweet words.. Making you feel special, reassured. But with his words came confusion. He barely knew you, sorta. You two did have a run down on all your interests but hardly enough to say he knew you best out of everyone. You look at him and he’s still staring. Your pulse quickens. How was it that Jinyoung was able to make you feel so many things in such a short time? With your ex it had been slow. A low simmer throughout your relationship. With the way Jinyoung looked at you, touched you, everything boiled. Heated down to your core and you weren’t sure how to handle it without breaking your own rules, without crossing boundaries.

“Y/N, I -“ The knock on the door interrupts Jinyoung.

“Who is it?” You call out.

“It’s me!” Your best friend answers. “Come on Y/N get dressed we’ve got wedding stuff to do!”

This was the second time your best friend interrupted you two. The timing uncanny. You wonder if you would ever find out what Jinyoung wanted to say both times. If it was important than for sure he’d tell you but considering he didn’t say anything else you pushed it aside.

At the wedding parlour you sat with champagne in your hands surrounded by a tearful mother and giddy bridesmaids and an annoying Janine. Your thoughts distracted. Jinyoung was with Mark and the other groomsmen and guys having a ‘manly’ day. He was by himself with your friends, your father, your ex. In fact it was your first day apart from each other all week. You only hoped everything was going okay. That your dad wasn’t hounding him with too many questions. What if your ex talked to him again? Would he ask intimate questions to compare egos? The anxiousness had you sipping your champagne avidly.

“Thirsty Y/N?” Janine’s voice cuts your thoughts.

“Just tastes good,” you shrug nonchalantly.

“Y’know I’ve been thinking about Jinyoung,” she says.

You glare at her, “Kind of strange thinking of someone else’s boyfriend don’t you think Janine?”

“I just feel like I’ve seen or met him before,” her high pitched voice and the way she says it makes you know she knows something. What it was you weren’t sure. Maybe she saw him in one of those small toothpaste commercials Jinyoung had mentioned before. Your stomach turned at the thought of her actually skimming the classifieds.

“Hmm strange,” you try and play it off. When you go to take another sip you find your champagne flute empty. “I’m gonna get a refill,” you say using that as a perfect excuse to dodge more of her questions.

By the time your friend comes out your buzzed. Heck, that whole bottle of champagne might as well have been just for you. You were drowning a mix of nerves and Janine hounding you with a bottle of bubbly.

“You’re so beautiful,” you tear up as you embrace your best friend.

“I was so nervous that this final fitting wouldn’t go so well. All night I couldn’t sleep because I was worried I gained weight or that they would cut the hem too short,” she says giddy as she looks in the mirror. “Now all I have to worry about is making sure Mark is at the altar the day of,” her eyes well up.

“Oh trust me, Mark is so going to be there and you’re going to take his breath away,” you reassure.

Your best friend grins, “Let’s celebrate with more champagne!” She signals one of the ladies.

“Don’t mind if I do,” you hiccup, basking in your best friend’s happiness with her.

He’s the first thing you see when you and the girls arrive back at the estate. The guys all coming up from the terrace, laughing. Mark has his arm slung over Jinyoung’s shoulder. Was it the alcohol that made your stomach flip or was it seeing Jinyoung? You were sloshed. Your gait unsteady, face flushed.

Mark’s the first one to notice, “The girls are back,” he says immediately walking to your best friend and kissing her. Jinyoung’s gaze immediately sets on you and you feel your pulse flutter.

You hear Janine’s voice from behind you and being on edge you decide to put on a show. Waving enthusiastically to Jinyoung you all but skip over to him. Your caught in his arms as he’s taken aback, bracing the two of you as you almost trip.

“Hi boyfriend,” You hiccup wrapping your arms around his neck.

Jinyoung grins, “Are you drunk?” He asks brushing the tousled strands of hair in your face.

“More like an alcoholic,” Janine mutters as she walks by, “She drank the whole bottle to herself. Classy,”

You stick out your tongue at her before directing your attention back to Jinyoung. “Did you miss me?” You hiccup.

“Gross,” Janine rolls her eyes as she stalks off. You could almost see the green monster of jealousy on her back.

Jinyoung kisses your forehead, “Of course,”

By the time he says that Janine and everyone else are already out of earshot. No one else was around to hear him but you figured he was keeping it for show.

Your arm is still wrapped around him. “So how’d the day go?”

“It was fun. I even beat your ex in arm wrestling,” Jinyoung grins.

Your jaw drops, “You did?” You didn’t say it out of disbelief that he beat him because you had no doubt Jinyoung could. It was more of the fact that he was in that situation to begin with.

“Your dad convinced us. Kept going on and on about pride and worthiness and obviously I had to defend my girl’s honour,” Jinyoung teases, “Later, your dad gave me the sex talk,”

You groan resting your forehead against Jinyoung’s shoulder. “I’m so embarrassed,”

Jinyoung tightens his hold around you, giving a little squeeze for reassurance. “I like your dad and all your friends,”

“I’ll pay you more for having to deal with that,” You look up at him grinning.

Jinyoung frowns, his hold loosening. “There’s no need. Like I said I had fun with them,” his tone short. There it was again. Whenever you remind yourselves this was a transaction he’d always pull away. Literally. All of it was too confusing.

You brush his tone aside trying not to read into it. “So do you think you could beat me in an arm wrestle?” You say trying to keep the mood light.

There’s a brief pause before Jinyoung relaxes the smile returning to his face again. “It’d be a close call for sure,” he squeezes your arm. You relax in his arms feeling the buzz cloud your head. “Looks like you could use a nap before dinner,” he says.

You nod in agreement. Already feeling Jinyoung wrap his arm around your waist for support. You lean into his arms as the two of you walk together back to your room. “So what else did you guys do?” You ask.

“Played tennis,”

“You play tennis? Is there something you can’t do?”

Jinyoung shrugs, “I was doing good until Mark’s old college friend showed up,” when you arrive in your room Jinyoung locks the door. He places his warm hands on your shoulders and gently turns you around. “How about a bath?” His voice is low, soft‍. Your heart quickens, your bodies so close that one centimeter back and you’d be leaning against him. It’s tempting to just lean, to feel your body pressed against his.

“Together?” You stutter.

You hear him chuckle. “Tempting,” his hand trails down your arms. “I was suggesting I draw you a bath so you can relax and sober up,”

“Oh, okay well I’m just going to go drown now,” you pull away from him embarrassed.

Jinyoung grabs your hand and pulls you back to him as he chuckles. “Are we going to break one of our ground rules?”

Your face flushes, “No I..” you stutter.

“As much as I would love to,” he rests his forehead against yours, “I don’t take advantage of drunk women,” he lays a chaste kiss on your forehead. Before you could even say or question anything he’s pushing you towards the bathroom. “Make sure you lock the door,” he grins when you gape at him. “I don’t trust myself,” he winks as he shuts the door.

You do as you’re told. Locking the door in front of you as you take a deep breath to collect yourself. Was this all fake? Was it all part of his role? You soaked in the tub as your head filled with thoughts and your body coiled with lust. He was right, the bath was sobering you up but it didn’t help clear your confusion. You could admit that you were attracted to him. Everything about him drew you in. Seeing him with your friends and family made you like him even more. He sparked something in you, something that you may have not even experienced yourself. Have you ever wanted like this? No matter how many times you reminded yourself that this wasn’t real, your feelings were. You liked him. Liked being with him. Liked the way he made you feel and how in such a short amount of time he was already bringing back your confidence, mending the little pieces of yourself that your ex broke. He plays tennis, beats your ex in arm wrestles and somehow manages to get along with your dad. He knows how to diffuse your mom and hang with the guys and charm the ladies yet still make you feel like you’re the only one in his sights. He knows exactly what to say to you to calm your nerves and say sweet words without you having to pry it out of him. It was all too fast. Not once did you expect this to happen when you first decided to do this. As bad as it sounds he was just supposed to be your arm candy. Just something for you to flaunt and show off to let everybody know you’re fine and to back off. He was much more than that now. Your parents loved him, your friends loved him and you loved -

“Oh god,” you groan at the realization. Sinking lower into the water as you rub both hands over your face as if trying to wash away what you just realized.

There’s a knock on the door followed by the sound of his voice. “Y/N?”

You sit straight up, grabbing the sides of the porcelain tub. Water splashed everywhere, spilling over the tub. There’s another knock, this time a little more urgent.

“Y/N?” His voice more panicked.

You hop out of the tub, grabbing the nearest towel as you unlock the door quickly opening it. Your faced with Jinyoung’s surprised face. “What is it?”

“It’s quarter to six and you were taking a long time…” his words trail off as he eyes follow the water droplets down your collarbone “I just hoped you didn’t drown or pass out or something,” he swallows.

You tighten the towel around your chest gripping it tight because a big part of you just wanted it to fall and see where it went from there. “Sorry did you say it’s almost six?” You couldn’t believe you had been in the tub for that long.

Jinyoung raises his hand. His index finger swiping a droplet of water just above where you gripped the towel. “Mhm,” he answers distracted.

Your heart sped, mouth going dry and your fingers cramped from how hard you gripped the towel. “Jinyoung?”

His eyes meet yours and you notice a change in his eyes. Dark, heated. For a split second you’re ready to let go of all your rules. “Can you pass me my dress hanging in the closet,” you swallow dryly.

He pauses for a second and you wonder, even hope, that he’d forget everything as well and just take you. His hand drops and you breathe. Partly relieved, the other disappointment. Of course he wouldn’t. He was a gentlemen, poised and he also established right from the get go that this was strictly business, friends only. He doesn’t say anything as he walks to the closet.

“Thanks,” You murmur as you take it from his hand. Then you shut the bathroom door, locking it once again.

When you emerge from the bathroom Jinyoung is changed also. If you weren’t already wound up from earlier then surely you were now. You felt a little pathetic. Too hormonal. Even when you changed all you could think of was sex. How long had it been? Not even that, when was the last time you actually orgasmed? Was it wrong for you to assume that Jinyoung would be good at it like he was everything else?

“Shall we?” Jinyoung’s voice interrupts your thirty second fantasy of you ripping his dress shirt open.

“Yup,” your voice cracks and Jinyoung cocks his brow.

“Are you feeling okay?” He asks.

You nod frantically, “Just hungry,” you lie as you walk towards the door.

As soon as you open it your faced with Janine. Perfect timing you curse to yourself. She eyes you, her face grimacing. Yet she tried to mask it in front of Jinyoung.

“Little late for dinner aren’t you?” She jabs.

You hook your arm around Jinyoung’s. “We got a little… caught up,” you implied. From the corner of your eye you see Jinyoung’s lips quirk.

Janine rolls her eyes, “Gross,” she mutters under her breath as she walks away.

You wait for her to go ahead. Once she’s out of sight you sigh in relief, unhooking your arms from his. You don’t dare look at him due to embarrassment.

“So what exactly were we caught up with?” Jinyoung chides.

“Getting ready,” You shrug stills avoiding eye contact. “Let’s go?” You start walking but Jinyoung grabs your hand tugging you back towards him.

“Did I mention you look beautiful?” His voice is low.

“No but thank you,” you play it off, hoping Jinyoung didn’t feel the thrill of your pulse.

“Well you’re beautiful, you’re amazing and I need to kiss you.”

You glance around the hall, no one in sight. You give him a puzzled look, “You don’t have to there’s no one around and Janine’s gone - “

“I know. I mean I need to for myself,” he pulls you to him. “Not for anyone else,” he murmurs. He looks into your eyes, his other hand moving to your cheek. You close your eyes at his touch and he kisses you.

Just like that. No preamble, no one to show off to, just you two. You realized that if this was what need feels like then truly you’ve never felt it before. Every bit of you that could was heating, when his tongue grazed yours you felt everything ignite.

How did thirty seconds of contact make you feel like you need to jump on him and rip his clothes off? You wanted, needed, desperately and yearned for more even as he began to pull away.

“You deserve better than your ex,” he murmurs against your lips.

“I know,” your voice is squeaky, “I know,” you sigh as you catch your breath.

He takes a step back, still holding your hand. “I guess we better head down before people send up a search party,”

Luckily dinner hadn’t started but to say you and Jinyoung could just easily slip in without going unnoticed was wrong. As soon as you entered the room your dad swarmed in on him. His arm slung around his shoulder as he pulled Jinyoung towards the bar. Murmuring something about a brand of whiskey that “he would love”. Jinyoung grins over his shoulder at you.

You could use a drink as well. After what happened upstairs, the kiss, you were feeling all hot and bothered. Thirsty.

“Y/N, can we talk?”

Your thoughts are interrupted by a voice you recognize and tried to avoid this whole week.

Your ex. The person you least wanted to have a conversation with right now. You'd rather deal with Janine than him.

“Oh hi,” is all you say. Wrapping your arms around yourself. Now that you were up close you noticed he was in fact, changed. Your feelings for him also changed. There wasn’t even resentment.

“I’ve been wanting to come and talk to you since we’ve arrived but it’s been impossible, that man won’t leave you alone,” he scowls.

“Well Jinyoung’s very attentive and he is my boyfriend,” You point out.

“I noticed.” He scuffs his shoes along the floor. “You look happy,”

And you look like hell is what you wanted to say but bit your tongue. “I am,”

Your ex stands there all awkward and you realize that you’re completely over him. He didn’t even mean anything anymore. Even in your relationship he made you feel awkward and not sure of yourself. In latent terms taking away your sexiness.

Being with Jinyoung made you feel good. You’ve rediscovered yourself. Found what you wanted in a guy.

“We had something Y/N. Something good,” your ex says. He’s looking at you as though this conversation really matters.

“Well…” you pause and try to work out what to say, “If we did then maybe you wouldn’t have cheated,”

“I messed it up. I’m sorry Y/N. I’ve been so stupid,” his face is twisted like he may start crying and you’re struck by a sudden lightening bolt of realization. If it had been two months ago you may have thrown yourself into his arms. Two weeks ago you could have tried to strangle him for his adultery. Now you couldn’t be bothered with anything except pity. He looked like he hasn’t slept in a month, you could only imagine what it’d be like when the baby comes along. When you don’t say anything your ex continues, “I don’t know what I’m going to do without you Y/N,”

Past your ex’s shoulder you see him. Jinyoung. He’s been watching you two from the bar. Close enough that in a moments signal he could be at your side as your knight in shining armor and save you. Yet you didn’t need him. He winks at you and you realize that he really is there for you but knows you can handle it.

Then you realize. If a man, any man, can make you feel that special at a distance, even under this pretense, then your ex has never even been close to being ‘the one’ for you. Now you seem to be lacking any empathy towards him. The only thing you felt was thankful that you didn’t end up marrying him.

“We’re not getting back together,” you firmly state.

“Whose not getting back together,” Jinyoung slides to a halt beside you, his arm snuggling around your waist.

You nod towards your ex, “You should have realized everything a long time ago,” you pause to take a breath, another lightening bolt of energy and realization. “You can’t love me now and you couldn’t have loved me back then or you would have never fucked another woman,” Jinyoung squeezes your hip in encouragement. “Anyways, I’m with Jinyoung now,” you look up and gleam at him.

He smiles back, “And on that note I think it’s time we start having a fun time,” he inclines his head towards the small empty dance floor.

“Y/N, doesn’t dance,” your ex states clinging to his last hope that there was still something between you two. Acting as if he still knows you.

“Not with you she doesn’t,” a voice interrupts from behind him.

“Jackson!” You squeal pushing past your ex as you embrace your long time friend.

“There’s my girl. I’ve been looking for you,” he spins you around.

Your ex moves out of the way of your flying feet, “Take it from someone who's been where you’re standing right now. I’d worry about him,” your ex murmurs, patting Jinyoung on the shoulder.

“There’s nothing to worry about,” Jinyoung mutters as your ex walks off with his shoulders slumped.

“When did you get here!” You ask as soon as your set down.

“This afternoon just in time for tennis ” Jackson grins keeping his arm slung over your shoulder.

You should have made the connection earlier when Jinyoung said that Mark’s college friend arrived, which reminded you.

“Jackson this is Jinyoung my boyfriend,” you try and pry yourself out of Jackson’s hold but instead he only tightens his arm around you shoulder, almost into a headlock.

“We met briefly during tennis,” Jackson says.

“I’d like a rematch. Was kind of winded after all the previous matches before you,” Jinyoung smiles yet you notice there isn’t any warmth behind it.

“Sure, I’ll take you on anytime,” Jackson replies.

There’s a brief pause between all of you. You wouldn’t call it tension, more like testosterone in the air. You slip out of Jackson’s hold immediately moving to Jinyoung’s side linking your arm through his. “Looks like dinner is just about ready,” You say in the nick of time as you see people making their way to their seats.

Jinyoung moved his arm to slide around your waist as he pulled you close. Almost possessively. You were to preoccupied with the seating arrangement that you missed the very quick and very clear look Jinyoung gave Jackson. They may have competed against each other in tennis and Jinyoung may have lost, but he was not going to compete and lose you.

Your reunion with Jackson didn’t end. He sat beside you during dinner. The two of you reminiscing on old times, and discussing new things in life, mocking Janine as she asked for numerous substitutes that she may as well have just drank water.

“Shh,” you laughed, nudging Jackson as he whispered in your ear about Janine’s ‘lopped sided’ boob job.

“Excuse me,” Jinyoung says as he gets up.

You grab him by the hand, “You okay?”

Jinyoung leans down and kisses your temple, “Getting a drink,” he smiles before walking off.

Jackson leans over, “He hates me,”

You shake your head keeping your gaze on Jinyoung as he moves between tables. “Maybe cause you beat him in tennis,”

“Or maybe because I’ve been occupying his girl all night,” Jackson prods.

“He’s not like that,” you fiddle. Besides, it wasn’t real. Why would he feel like that?

Jackson stares at you blankly as if you were missing the biggest flashing lights in front of you. “With the way he looks at you and the way he looks at me like he wants to take me outside and gut me. I’d say he’s crazy about you,”

You glanced towards the bar and saw that Jinyoung was watching you steadily. You balled the napkin in your lap. Your thoughts flashing back to your kiss in the hallway. He had been the one to initiate it. Nothing about that kiss reflected ‘chaste’ like in your agreement. Your thoughts following were definitely far from innocent.

“Dance?”

“Hmm?” you turn to Jackson then you notice the music playing in the background. “Sure,” you grin. You take his hand, getting up from the seat as you follow him to the floor.

Jinyoung stood there at the bar, battling back jealousy that he’s never felt before as he watched you with Jackson. Your ex’s words getting to him and crawling under his skin. Your dress clung, flowed with your movements and Jackson’s hand moved further down your back side. He knew what it was like to hold you like that, to feel your body against his. To hold you close. He wasn’t like this. Wasn’t supposed to be like this. He didn’t care about what's real or not, he wasn’t the type to let another man whisk his woman away. He cursed as he strode out to the dance floor.

“Looks like I’ll see you later,” Jackson smiles triumphantly at you, kissing you on the cheek as he feels Jinyoung tap on his shoulder. When he walked away he figured you had a keeper. Your ex always stood by idly with you and him and he deemed him unworthy since he couldn’t hold his own. Jinyoung was just as worthy of an opponent outside of the tennis court. Jackson only wondered how you could be so blind to not see that your boyfriend was crazy, head over heels for you.

Jinyoung picked up rhythm perfectly, matching his steps to yours and to the music. You relaxed, closing the little distance between yourselves, resting your cheek against his shoulder. Enjoying the moment with him though you wondered if it was for show. You hated how you couldn’t tell what was real and what was fake. The kiss earlier was that real? The way he looked at you, did he look at other women like that? At this moment, all you wanted to do was enjoy the time you had with him.

“You and Jackson are pretty close,” Jinyoung murmurs as you both sway.

“We’ve been friends for a while,” somehow you feel the need to explain it to him.

“Does he also know about our arrangement?”

“No,” you answer.

“Good.”

He doesn’t say anything else, only continues to hold you close while the music played. Others had started to file onto the dance floor. Mark had pulled your best friend away from the dessert table and pulled her close.

“If you and Jackson are so close, why didn’t you ask him to be your date to the wedding?”

Something in Jinyoung’s tone had you draw back and look up to see his face. “It would be weird. No one would believe that we were together,”

“Why would you two have to pretend? It could very much be real,” You were tempted to laugh, but the look in Jinyoung’s eyes had you hold back. “I don’t know what you mean,”

“I believe you do.”

“If I’m catching on correctly then I think you’re crazy. He’s just a friend,” You defend.

“I may be your fake boyfriend but I’m not an idiot,” even as the words came out he realized the unfairness behind them, maybe he was an idiot.

His words sting, catching you off guard. Your stomach knotting at the sudden confrontation. You quickly look around hoping no one was in earshot.

“I don’t know what’s gotten into you but maybe we shouldn’t discuss it here,” you stiffened.

“You’re right,” and with that Jinyoung grabs your wrist and pulls you from the dance floor. Jackson who’s now at the bar smiles to himself as he takes a pull from his beer.

“Jinyoung!” You call out his name as you try your best to keep up with his pace. Getting over the first initial shock. You had passed by your parents, your mother murmuring delightfully ‘lovers quarrel’ as Jinyoung drags you through the room. Even as you passed your best friend she winked at you.

“What’s going on?” You say as you finally enter the room and are behind closed doors.

“I don’t know,” Jinyoung runs a hand through his hair as he paces the room. He lets out a sigh, loosening the buttons of his dress shirt, then rolling up his sleeves feeling claustrophobic. He was being irrational and he knew it, yet unable to control it.

“Well you almost blew this whole thing up.”

“I know,” Jinyoung sighs as his pacing comes to a halt. “I know,” he repeats.

“You were being ridiculous. Jackson is nothing more than a close friend,” you state firmly starting to get riled up. You could only imagine what would’ve happened if someone heard. “And even so it shouldn’t matter,”

“And why’s that?”

“Because this is fake,” you try and laugh but you hesitate,“Right?”

“You’re an idiot,”

Your eyes widen with shock, lips parting in surprise as a mixture of fury and hurt build.

Jinyoung steps towards you, placing his hands on your arms. “I’m in love with you. I’m not acting, my feelings for you are real. I don’t want your money, I want you. I want to stop pretending and damn it, I want to take you on a date when this is all over so you could be my real girlfriend,”

“What?” Is all you could say as you try and register everything. You place your hands on his chest, trying to push him away so you could think yet he doesn’t budge.

“You’re amazing, beautiful, funny and even though I got that crash course I want to take my time to get to know you,” Jinyoung continues, then he pulls away just far enough to look down at you. “Unless this is completely one sided then never mind I do want the money,”

You laugh, shaking your head as you bring your arms to wrap around his neck. “You don’t know how much I wanted this to be real,”

He kisses your forehead before you see his smile of relief. “So are we still doing chaste kisses?” he teases.

“Only in front of my parents,” you grin, initiating the kiss first.

It may have started off chaste but soon he pulled you close against him. His hands moving to lower back as he draws your body to him. You give, yielding against him. Jinyoung’s mouth is pliant against yours, enticing as his name rolled off your lips in a quiet, satisfied sigh. There it was again, the heat, the roaring boil that ignited with his movements. You had never kissed like this, never been kissed like this, everything that had built throughout the week spilling over the edges in complete and gratifying pleasure. Your fingers twine in his hair as your movements deepened. Nothing is innocent about this and everything down to Jinyoung’s hand tugging at the hem of your dress and guiding you towards the bed broke your ‘ground rules’. Soon your back is lain against the soft mattress, Jinyoung’s body hovering over yours. It had been so long that even the way his knee moves between your legs has you ready to go over the edge. His hands are tender, caressing, seducing as the hem of your dress rides higher up your thigh. His hands aren’t the only thing exploring, his lips are now at your jugular. Even more lethal than his hands as he stokes the lust that continues to build. With his hands on your hips he coaxes you to move, as if knowing what you wanted. You begin to grind against his thigh, thankful for the choice of undergarments. Silently thanking yourself for wearing your sexy underwear, not to mention your thinnest. Slowly you grind against the taut muscle of his clothed thigh.

Jinyoung pulls away for barely a moment just enough for you to see his smile before he dives back. Tongue meeting yours eagerly. “J-Jinyoung,” you breathe when his mouth moves to explore your neck once again. It wasn’t enough, every kiss made you want him more. Desire soaked you, the need to be ravaged filled you yet you feel empty.

His hand slides lower, between your legs as it brushes over lace. You suck in a breath at the contact, so delicate yet the feeling hits you hard. You arched against the sensation, urging for more. Jinyoung obliges, sliding your panties aside. He teases, fingers gliding up your slit. You were wet, the sound of it mixed with your heavy breathing filled the room. You groan out loud when Jinyoung begins making perfect circles around your swollen clit. Your dress is hiked up to your waist, the barrier of lace the only thing preventing you from being completely exposed.

“God, are you always like this?” Jinyoung murmurs as his fingers slide to either side of your clit, watching at how reactive you are at his ministrations.

“It’s been so long and you do it so well,” you exhale, hands digging into your sheets. “Don’t stop Jinyoung,” you moan when his fingers enter you, his thumb rubbing against your clit.

“Believe me, I’m not going to,” Jinyoung says as he lowers his lips to yours again. You moan as his fingers continue to pump and twist within you. Already you’re nearing delirium, the thrust of his hand is meticulous. His movements purposeful, especially as he rubs his arousal-coated fingertips around your sensitive bundle of nerves before plunging into you again. Your eyes are shut tight, flashing white and sparks of colored pleasure appearing. Your moans are ardent, your skin damp. When he pulls his hands away you almost groan out of frustration. So close to toppling over the edge and now you clench around nothing. “Relax,” Jinyoung grins as if reading your mind. You see his smirk, “I just want a taste,”

You’re still trying to gather your bearings as Jinyoung pulls back, kneeling and moving down. Your legs are still spread as Jinyoung hooks his hands into the waistband of your panties and pulls them down. Tossing them somewhere in the room. His mouth hovers over your sex and you wait in anticipation. Immediately you buckle, arching up and hands fisting in his hair the minute his tongue grazes your sensitive clit. When his lips close over your sex, his name leaves your lips in a rasp. His tongue and lips intermixing that builds you towards impending climax. His arms are hooked around your thighs, there was no escape, no matter how sensitive you were becoming. He’s merciless, relinquishing with the work of his mouth on your core. Every now and then you can see Jinyoung look up from the top of his lash line, as if watching to see your next reaction and what a mess you were becoming all from his doing.

You were learning new things about him. He was a giver, a sadist, good at everything. At this very moment Park Jinyoung was going to be your downfall. It was sweet torture, pure unadulterated pleasure continued to saturate you. His tongue drags up your clit back down to your core, swirling, probing. Every movement immoral, purposeful. The sound he was eliciting from you obscene and surely he knew that no one has ever eaten you out like this.

“I can’t,” you moan. Your body is shaking, you’re holding onto whatever sanity you have left. Thighs quiver as they close around him. You want to push him away yet instead your hands in his hair pulls him closer. Jinyoung knows, his chuckle haunts you as he keeps his hold around your knees. His tongue is meticulous, your hips are arched and pushed high. With another flick and circle of the hard muscle of his tongue your climax is released. You’re over the edge, coming down hard and he doesn’t let up. You’re cursing and his name leaves your lips on an oath repeatedly. Your breath is caught in the back of your throat. Jinyoung kneels up on the bed, looking down at you. Using the back of his hand to wipe your remnants.

You’re putty, you can’t even prop yourself up onto your elbows. You don’t even have the energy to pull your dress back down. Though something in the way Jinyoung looks at you says there’s no point. Your gaze trails down his torso, fixing on the outline of his dress pants that’s prominent. You nip your bottom lip in anticipation, suddenly feeling full of energy.

“What are you doing?” Jinyoung grins, cocking his brow as you find the strength to kneel in front of him.

“Returning the favor,” you say as you work the buttons of his pants. He doesn’t resist as you bring the zipper down. He works the buttons of his dress shirt and the chiseled plain of chest is revealed and as more of his torso is exposed you can’t help but have your jaw drop. “You’ve got to be kidding me,”

“What?”

“Is there anything wrong with you?” You tease, making a blatant point to skim your eyes over his body.

“I - what?” Jinyoung asks flustered.

“Nothing,” you laugh before you kiss him, your hand trailing downwards. He is already hard, straining against the cotton material. He tugs your bottom lip as you grasp the top of his boxers tugging them down. He sighs when he’s freed, cock springing up as you held back another comment about how surreal he truly is. It’s his turn to curse as your hand wraps around the base of his shaft. You begin in slow, long strokes. Rubbing your thumb against his tip, spreading his pre arousal along his sensitive head. Jinyoung exhales, eyes shut as he enjoys the way you stroke him.

“Y/N I - oh fuck,” His sentence is cut off when you bend, taking him into your mouth. Your head bobs. Tongue moving in circular motion along his shaft. Jinyoung groans as you take him as deep as you could, he’s big enough that you need to use your hand as well. His breathing is shallow, as you continue to move up and down, hand and mouth on his cock. You find it satisfying, you’re practically smug when Jinyoung’s hands fist in your hair, groaning as his head tilts back. He even begins to guide you, helping you find your rhythm as your mouth works his cock. Using his technique from earlier, interchanging between both your hand and your mouth.

“Ah - Y/N,” Jinyoung juts his hips back suddenly. A trail of your saliva follows, you look up at him wide eyed. Jinyoung chuckles pushing his hair back, “You’re about to test my pride,” You grin up at him smugly. “Come here,” he pulls you back to him, his hands resting on your cheek as he pulls you in for a kiss.

You slide both hands up the planes of his body until resting on his shoulders. He kisses you, tongue flicking against yours. He reaches the hem of your dress and you raise your arms as he pulls it over your body. Letting it join the rest of your garments on the floor. Lips only separating for that brief moment before reunited again. He guides you to lay down once again, positioning himself between your legs. His hand rests along your rib cage, fingers grazing the underside of your breasts.

“Mmm,” you squirm against him as he caresses your breast.The pads of his thumb grazing against your nipple, circling. He presses soft kisses to the crook of your neck, then he bends closing his mouth of your breast. The heat you felt earlier that was dwindled mildly reignited. Set a flame. He presses himself to your center. Your hips rolls in roll response, feeling him at the edge of your entrance. “Jinyoung,” you moan at the stretch. You had expected it but god, he filled you. You had to adjust, hiking your knee up to give him more leeway as he slowly begins to thrust into you. Your hips arched higher, he rolls his hips and he glides in further, bottoming out. Your fingers are digging into his shoulders with his precise, slow strokes. You’re matching each other’s rhythms, moving in sync together. Unified as one as each other’s moans and breaths fill the room. Jinyoung’s hands fist in the sheets by your head, his lips feverishly moving with yours. Your clenching around him, uncontrollable pleasure rocks and shakes through your body. You moan, arching against him as Jinyoung continues to thrust within you as you come around him. His hips snap forward, thrusts erratic. Your name leaves his lips as Jinyoung comes as well, filling you. Thrusts slowing, with long strokes. Still joined Jinyoung collapses on you. You laugh, hands limply running through his hair as small kisses to your face and shoulder are made lazily.

“How much do I owe you for that?” You sigh.

You laugh when Jinyoung pinches your butt.

Jinyoung lets out a low groan rolling off you and tugging you along with him. You wrap your arms around him, heading snuggled on his chest. Jinyoung lazily caresses your side.

“So the wedding is tomorrow,” Jinyoung murmurs.

“I know, I can’t believe how fast this week went,” you yawn. “I’m going to miss all the fine dining and cocktails,”

“That’s not going to end,” Jinyoung kisses your temple.

You look up at him, “It’s not?”

Jinyoung adjusts, “Pretty sure all the dates I take you will have some form of cocktails,”

Dates. Real dates. You and Jinyoung were officially a couple. It all seemed surreal.

You adjust, propping yourself on your elbows to face him, “And what about fine dining?”

Jinyoung grins leaning up to kiss you, “My instant noodle skills are impeccable,”

You smile and bend to kiss him, “I can’t wait,”

“Can’t wait to see you walk down the aisle tomorrow,” Jinyoung says pulling you back to lay against him.

“Are you sure? I love my best friend and everything but her choice in color is…” you trail off and scrunch your face at the thought of your peach tulle dress in the closet.

“You look great in anything,” Jinyoung chuckles, “but I have to say,” he says shifting himself again over top of you, “This is my favorite look by far,” he brushes your love tousled hair.

“Maybe I’ll show up naked to the wedding and see if everyone else would like this look as well,” You tease.

Jinyoung smiles, “Knowing your mother…” he doesn’t even have to finish his sentence for you to know.

He lays back down holding you close to him. You snuggled against him. “Cuddling isn’t so bad after all,”

Jinyoung raises his eyebrow at first, “Well I’m glad you think so,” he buries his face in the crook of your neck. “Cause I’m a cuddler,” he murmurs.

You smile. Who would have thought that three weeks ago your search for a fake boyfriend would get you a real one.

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