#aomg x reader

[badasmuse]

“Happy Birthday Simon”

Simon Dominic x Reader

Warnings: 18+ (MDNI), language, sex, oral sex m!receiving, making fun of age (as always)

Summary: it’s simon’s birthday, what better gift to give him than you?

“simon!!!” you yell, running into his studio.

“y/n i’m writing. what do you want.” he says not looking up from his notebook.

“old cranky ass.” you mumble, sitting on the couch in his studio. “your birthday is coming up. what should i give you this year?” you ask leaning towards him.

“space.” he says flicking your forehead.

“ow you asshat.” you rub your forehead, pouting.

simon gets up and locks the door before sitting next to you, “come here.” he says which makes you climb on his lap.

you lean forward kissing his lips gently, “seriously, what do you want?”

“peace and quiet.” he replies kissing you again. “and maybe my dick sucked i haven’t thought it over.”

you slap his chest, “be for real, stupid.”

“i do want my dick sucked. use this pretty mouth for something other than talking and rapping.” simon says, swiping his thumb across your bottom lip.

“stop playing with me i’ll ride you right here.” you say, grinding on his hardening dick.

“not now. let me finish.” he slaps your ass before going back to writing. “oh and i need pens and a new watch if you’re looking to get me a gift.”

you smile and kiss his cheek before leaving his studio.

simon’s birthday came faster than you thought. you’ve been searching high and low for a watch but nothing is good enough for him.

you finally ended up on a website and found the perfect watch for him. “fucking finally. i was gonna throw up.” you say to yourself. the day of his birthday you just bought his present. you quickly buy it, not caring about the price, and wrap it up bringing it with you to his party.

“there she go!” loco says as you walk through the door.

“sorry! i’m sorry. it took too long at the store.” you say sitting in the booth next to simon. “hey.. i’m sorry.” you whisper to him, leaving a kiss on his cheek.

“i thought you stood me up.” simon says side eyeing you.

you flick his forehead. “anyways are we doing gifts now?”

“yes we were waiting for you.”

“good i’m going last.” you say.

you watch every gift that was bought for him, loving the face he makes when he receives a gift that unlocks a core memory.

“bro was this from that time we did that quiet show?” simon asks laughing looking at the used lipstick.

“yeah i kept it!” gray responds laughing.

finally, it ends up on you. you grab your gifts and hand it to him. “this one first.”

he opens it and laughs, “new pens!”

“damn those are nice as fuck.” loco says looking at them.

“here, this too.” you say handing him the last gift.

you watch his jaw drop and look between you and the watch.

“y/n..”

“you said you needed a new watch i wanted you to have the best. plus all you do is talk about damn pateks,” you roll your eyes, “so there you go.”

he pulls you into a hug and you giggle, hugging him back.

“now that gifts are done,” loco interrupts, “shots shots shots!”

and that’s where it starts. shots are brought out then bottles are brought out.

simon grabs a bottle and tilts your head back. you open your mouth letting him pour the liquor in. it drips down your chin onto your neck and he leans down and licks it up.

“i’ll still give you what else you asked for.” you whisper in his ear, the shots you took prior finally catching up with you.

“yeah? let’s leave soon.” he whispers back.

another round of shots is ordered and you’re gone. giggling and rubbing simon’s arm seductively. “let’s go simon.” you giggle.

he downs another shot before getting up and dragging you out the club. he stops a taxi, lets you in, and gives the driver his address.

you rub his leg, inching closer and closer to his dick and he grabs your hand, “behave.”

the taxi pulls you to his place faster than you thought. he pays and helps you out, dragging you up to his apartment and pulling you in.

once the door is shut you’re on him faster than a fly on a stank ass. he presses you against the door kissing you and moving down to your neck as you start to unbutton his shirt.

“careful old man, don’t want you throwing your back out.” you laugh when he picks you up.

“oh that’s funny?” he asks bringing you to the couch. he sets you down and pushes you down on your knees. “use your mouth for something useful.”

you obey, pulling his dick from his pants. you lean back to avoid it hitting you in the face then immediately take him into your mouth. you bob your head slowly, looking up at him through your lashes.

his hand tangles in your hair as he watches you, “just like that.” he groans.

you pull off him slowly, “you can use me, daddy.” you whisper.

simon’s eye (and dick) twitches at your words. “open.” he demands. soon as your mouth is wide enough, he pushes his dick between your lips. you gag when the tip hits the back of your throat but he doesn’t care. he holds your head tightly and thrusts into your mouth at a quick pace.

“that’s my girl. fuck your mouth feels amazing. i knew it was good for something.” he pants, thrusting deeper.

tears fall from your eyes as he repeatedly hits the back of your throat. he groans loudly, choking you with his dick. “don’t move. fuck i’m cumming.” he groans cumming down your throat. you cough and gag when he pulls out. your eyes red and tearful, tears falling down your face, and your lips covered in spit and cum. mascara is running down your face and he moans.

“you look so fucking good.” simon says, grabbing your throat and kissing you roughly.

you kiss back, moaning into his mouth as his hand finds its way into your skirt. he rubs your clit and you gasp. “fuck.”

“strip for me.” simon says slapping your ass.

you giggle and push him onto the couch. you unbutton your skirt and let it slide down your legs to the ground. next you pull off your shirt, revealing your boobs to him since you chose not to wear a bra with your top. lastly, you pull off your panties, showing him your wet cunt.

“ride me.” is all he says and you climb into his lap, sinking on his dick immediately.

he moans at the feeling of your tight, wet cunt, squeezing his dick. “don’t matter how many times i stretch you, you’re always so tight.” he groans.

“i do it on purpose.” you giggle clenching around him as you fully sit on his lap.

“ride.” he says and you nod.

moans leave your lips as you bounce up and down on his lap, the tip of his dick kissing your cervix gently. “oh my god you’re so big.” you gasp out. all you can focus on is him.

“am i? does it feel good?” he grunts in your ear, holding you close.

“s-so good.” you stutter. simon huffs and lays you on your back. he pounds into you roughly making you yelp.

“got tired of waiting.” he mumbles. you push against his lower stomach, the thrusts too hard for you, but he grabs you pinning your hands up by your head. “don’t do that. you take what i give you.”

you’re so far gone, the alcohol and rough fuck sending you to space. simon notices and puts his fingers on your clit, bringing you back to him. “oh fuck!” you scream. your vision goes white as you cum all over him, immediately passing out after.

the next morning, you wake up confused and hungover. “oh fuck what the fuck.” you groan.

simon looks over at you, “you passed out after you came.” he says. “i felt bad and didn’t want to keep using you so i stopped but you might be sore.”

“aren’t you a gentleman?” you say kissing his cheek. “maybe i should make up for that?” you ask, hands trailing down his stomach.

“you definitely should.”

a/n: this was for sure supposed to be posted yesterday for my man’s birthday (march 9th) and i didn’t get around to it-

taglist (simon dominic only, open!): @yngtort @panjakes

[jae-bummer]

What Is Probably the Worst Pep Talk Ever

Request: hi! could i request for a scenario with jay park where his girlf teases him and denies him of skinship (doesn’t hug back or give him kisses) i love the way u write sm, thank u if u choose to write it. also while ure at it im curious whether ur username is inspired by him.

To answer your question, my username is actually inspired by Jay B from Got7! Got7 was actually one of the first groups I stanned :)

Pairing: Jay Park x Reader

Genre: Fluff (Warning: 18+ for language and steamy commentary)

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"Are you nervous?" you asked, stepping into the elevator.

"Nervous?" Jay chuckled. "Not even once in my life."

"Am I misremembering?" you hummed, tapping your chin. "Or didn't you say you were nervous the day you asked if we could be exclusive?"

"Well, I mean," he cringed.

"And what about the time when we had first started dating and you said I made you nervous?" you continued.

"You must have dreamed it," he said, fighting the corners of his mouth from turning upward. "Jay Park is never nervous."

"Says the man talking about himself in third person," you laughed. "You still haven't pressed the elevator button by the way."

"Shit," he muttered, stepping forward and furrowing his eyebrows. "What floor did I say we needed to be on again?"

"11 maybe?" you tried. "Maybe if you weren't so nervous, you'd remember."

Shooting you a glare over his shoulder, he stabbed at the appropriate button, and stepped back to stand beside you.

You couldn't help but chuckle as you tucked yourself into Jay's side. He was easily the most self-assured person to ever suffer from self-esteem issues. While the two traits sounded like they shouldn't intermingle, they somehow did. He liked to play at being cocky and keep his image intact, but you were the one who saw him lose sleep over some of his daily decisions. It had become one of your sole missions in life to make sure that he knew a healthy amount of worry was okay. He didn't have to conquer the world every time he stepped foot out of his door.

"Who all is supposed to be at this thing?" you sighed, adjusting your outfit.

"A lot of industry people," Jay grumbled. "A lot of people I need to impress."

"Is it a need or a want?" you asked, looking at him from your periphery. Judging by the little wrinkle in between his brows, you weren't sure if he was even listening. "Jay?"

Shaking off his trance, he turned to you with wide eyes. "Yeah?"

"You didn't hear me, did you?" you grinned.

As you spoke, the elevator finally stopped at your desired floor and started to slide open. Wrapping his fingers around yours, Jay took a deep breath. You could immediately feel the sweat coating his palms.

"I say this with love," you whispered as you moved forward into the hallway. "Please, please, wipe your hands on your jeans."

"Y/N," he hissed. Taking his hand from yours, he wiped helplessly at his thighs. "My palms don't sweat."

"Then they're crying."

Taking another deep breath through his nose, Jay placed his hand on the small of your back and leaned in. "Have I ever told you that you are the cutest, most fucking impossible person I have ever met?"

Spinning away from him, you grinned. "Have I ever told you that when you're worried about something, you clench your jaw? It's kind of hot but can't be great for your teeth."

"For the love of God," he groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Could you please just support me here?"

"Why?" you asked, fake confusion coating your features. "Are you nervous?"

If looks could kill, you would be dead on the floor. Finally conceding, you reached forward to weave your fingers through his. "Baby, being nervous isn't a bad thing. It just means that something important is happening."

"Fine!" he gasped. "You caught me! Jay Park is actually stressed the fuck out!"

"Third person-"

"Y/N," he deadpanned.

"Okay, okay," you cooed, patting him carefully on the chest. "What has you stressed out?"

Glancing over his shoulder and toward the sounds of the party you were supposed to attend, he looked back at you. "Do we really have to do this right now?"

"No one is going to hear you admitting your weaknesses," you chuckled. "Just tell me what's going on in your head."

"Okay, for one, I don't have weaknesses, so let's establish that right here and fucking now."

"Of course, baby."

He rolled his eyes and began to pout. "I just...don't want to look stupid."

"You know you're the best at what you do," you nodded in what you hoped was encouragement. "Even if you do make yourself look stupid, you always save it somehow."

"But these people, Y/N," he clucked, shaking his head. "They're next level. Investors I need, executives that could have a lot to say about my next moves-"

"And so what?" you asked. "You may not be the tallest in the room, or the most well-spoken, but-"

"Ay! Ay! Ay!" he grunted. "You are shit at pep talks, you know that?"

You couldn't help but laugh at his reaction, which in turn made him give you a reluctant smile. "You have you're short-"

"Watch it."

"Shortcomings," you asserted. "But everyone does. You overcome yours every time."

"Yeah, I do, don't I?"

"You do," you smiled. "I know you're your own biggest fan and I'm likely the second biggest. Let me step into that number one spot and have your back tonight."

"Pfft, unnecessary," he chuckled. "Even if I'm struggling, I still got me."

"Of course!" you huffed. "So silly of me to even suggest otherwise!"

Pulling you into him, Jay wrapped his arms around your waist, and nuzzled his face into your neck. "Look at you with that big, sexy brain. Making all of the sense in the world."

"More like stroking your ego in the precisely correct locations," you laughed, scrubbing your fingers across the back of his scalp.

"You can stroke me in other ways tonight," he whispered, biting playfully at your ear.

Moving to face you, he leaned forward to attempt a kiss. Naturally, you turned away. His lips met your cheek, causing him to groan.

Laughing, you turned toward him again, and pulled him in by the shoulders. Smiling up until the moment your lips met, you allowed yourself to get caught up in the man that drove you crazy. In true Jay fashion, he slid his hand down to give a tight squeeze to your butt, causing you to squeak in alarm.

"I think I'm ready now," he hummed. "You?"

"I've been ready," you said quietly. "I was just waiting for you to be too."

[kpopslibrarian]

JAE-BUMMER

MonstaX | Got7 | BTS | Seventeen | EXO | BAP | BigBang | BlockB | NCT | Day6 | AOMG | Stray Kids

Fav fic on this list: MY IDOL - Season 01 / 02 / 03

Type: series, season 01 & 02 complete, 03 ongoing

Genre: fluff, angst - several idols x reader

Tropes: blind dating, dating reality show, dating several people at the same time

Summary: reader is the participant in a dating reality tv show and goes on seven blind dates with seven idols. the audience decides who gets second dates..

Comment: I love love love this series, I binge read it all within two nights lol. season one might have been my favourite cause of all the plot twists, never knew what was coming next. season two was just as goo tho and I’m soooo excited for season three!!

[strawb3rryw00]

Late Night ♡ woo wonjae x female reader

warnings -> swearing

synopsis -> y/n works hard in her studio day and night and begins to worry her boyfriend who works right next door.

fluff and some suggestive shit.

also there’s a little bit of jay park x reader in here too

~♡~

4:25 am.

You let out a long sigh, slamming your computer shut after listening to your track. You had recently joined AOMG as their youngest member. You were a prodigy, having only been rapping for a year when Jay saw you performing at a small show just two years ago. No one in the company had a doubt in your skill, all of them praising you highly on the single you released after joining.

But you were a perfectionist. And you were determined to prove to everyone that your talent was undeniable. You were labeled as the hidden ace of AOMG by a magazine company after a special performance at one of Simon D’s concerts.

Your lyrical abilities and flow were unmatched by most artists in the game. You had a unique musical and physical style which caused you to have a large fan base, doubling in size when AOMG confirmed your relationship with Woo Wonjae, another artist under the label.

You were featured on his album, his fans becoming yours after hearing your talent paired with his.

But that only made you put more pressure on yourself.

You’ve locked yourself in your studio for days on end. Wanting to get your first full length album utterly perfect for your fans, the company, and yourself. You’ve gone days without sleeping or eating, earning the worry of your label mates.

Just three hours ago Jay was in your space lecturing you. He made sure to take care of every artist under him, checking up on them despite his busy schedule. While having two companies and multiple rappers and vocalists under his labels, you were the one he was always most worried about.

“Y/N man,” He spoke to you casually in english. “I love your drive and effort, but you need to go home sometime tonight.”

You frowned, pausing your song you had played. “But Jay,” You rolled up your sleeves and exposed your tattooed arms. “I’m just trying-“

“I know what you’re trying to do.” Jay cut you off, his tone a little harsh. He hated talking to you like that, but it’s what you needed. “Your friends? They snitch on you. Especially your little boy next door,” He referred to Wonjae, who was probably working away in his studio as well.

Since your boyfriend was also an artist, he understood your mindset and left you alone due to your request. Of course you guys still talked and spent time together, yet it was minimal during this time.

“I should not have to hear that you’re in here day and night. I gave you the full fucking luxury studio as a gift, thinking you’d take care of yourself. But youre basically living here. The shower is for occasional late nights y/n,” Jay furrowed his eyebrows at you, standing up and sighing. “I’ll force you to move to a smaller one, don’t think I wont.”

Jay opened his arms for you to stand up and hug him, which you did. He held you tightly, resting his head on yours and sighing again. “You stress me out. I better hear that you’ve gone home by tomorrow afternoon.” He says sternly, pulling away and looking at you.

“And you better fucking eat babe,” He always spoke to you in a friendly manner but it was never flirty. He genuinely cared for you and the other artists. And it was normal for you both to use babe in a casual manner. Despite his lecturing and the wide age gap, you both were very good friends.

“I will,” You smiled at him, pulling your phone out to find something to order.

He exits your studio and you sigh, sitting down on the couch you added. Your studio felt more like home than your apartment. You decorated it as such, even adding a cat tower for when you have your feline roomie with you, which is usually always because you don’t like leaving the ginger cat alone all the time.

After he left you went back to working diligently. You had finished three songs in the five months you’ve been working on the album. You didn’t have an actual deadline but you knew your fans were waiting. You had several features you wanted on this album as well. Hoody has been waiting for you to finish your part of this song so she can add her magical vocals to it. But you hadn’t quite found what you were missing from it.

Your phone lit up, a message from Jay on it. ‘I have your location ma’am’ The message read, earning a laugh from you.

‘lol’ you respond, setting your phone back down. You look at your lock screen and smile. It’s a picture of you and Woo that a fan took of you both performing on stage together. It was the first time you performed with him after it being confirmed you both were dating. In the picture you’re rapping to the crowd, squatted down a little and Wonjae is looking at you with the happiest look plastered on his face.

At the thought of your lover you decide it’s time to take a break. You get up and stretch, hearing your back pop, slipping back on your slides. You tend to stay in your socks while working, it’s more comfortable to you.

You walk out the studio and next door, smiling as you read your boyfriends name on the door. You walk in without knocking, knowing he never minds.

He’s in the booth, rapping his verse to Kunst, who looks at you with tired eyes. You stand behind his chair, resting your hands on his shoulders and giving them a slight squeeze while listening to your boyfriend.

You could listen to him rap all day. His deep voice was so beautiful in your ears. “Are you about to leave?” Kunst asks you. “Jay told us to make sure you leave.”

You shake your head. “Not yet.” You say, earning a sigh from the taller male.

Wonjae exits the booth, his eyes lighting up when he sees you. “Ahh finally taking a break mm?” His arms wrap around your shoulders and pull you close. You inhale his scent, closing your eyes in comfort. He doesn’t let you go, and holds you while talking to his friend.

“Imma head out, you did good.” Kunst gets his things together and pats you on the head before wishing you both farewell and leaving.

Wonjae kisses the top of your head and yawns. “Let’s eat baby,” He says softly. You nod and slide your hands under his shirt and run your fingers along his back, his favorite thing.

“I missed you,” You say into his chest, still with your eyes closed. He chuckles, his hand resting on the back of your neck while his fingers play with the few pieces of hair that fall from your bun.

“I missed you too, you been busy huh?” He pulls away slightly to look down at you. You meet his eyes and give him a tired smile which he returns.

“Yea you could say that.” He laughs at your answer which is music to your ears.

Now having been in his arms you don’t want to return to your studio for the day. You really did miss him but work is very important to you.

Wonjae sits down in the chair his friend was occupying previously and pulls you into his lap. Your legs hang over one arm while your back rests against the other. You lean into him, his arms sliding around you once more and pulling you closer. You tuck your head into his neck and relax to the sound of his deep breaths.

“It’s almost 6 am,” Wonjae hums, his fingers tracing the outlines of the tattoos on your exposed arm. “I’m tired.” He sighs. You know he’s hinting that you guys should leave, especially after Jay having said something.

“Me too,” You admit, placing a gentle kiss on his jaw and yawning. “Let’s go.” You add, reluctantly leaving his lap.

He stares at you a little shocked. “You’re finally listening huh? I’m impressed.” He stands up as well, laughing when you hit his arm.

“Go get your things jagi,” He waves you off.

After getting your things and your kitty, you lock up your studio and meet by his while he locks up as well. He smiles at you, sliding his bag on his shoulders and wrapping his arm around your shoulders while you both make your way to the parking garage.

“Let’s go get some early food and then go to my place yea?” Wonjae offers, guiding you to his car. “Ron can come with us and play with my babies,” He refers to your cat that you named after the ginger wizard.

You nod, getting in the passenger seat in his car and setting Ron on your lap. You inhale the comforting smell of his car, not having been in his car nor outside for a week now.

Wonjae drives down the empty road to a restaurant near his apartment that’s open early on weekdays. His hand rests just above your knee, his index finger reaching out to pet the cat on your lap. “No work talk today.” He says, looking at you as he parks. “You’re taking a break.” You smile, loving how he already knows how you are.

After you fill your stomachs, you’re on the way to his home. Even more tired now that you’ve ate. Once parked, he grabs his bag as well as yours and leads you into the building and up to his apartment. Unlocking the door, he rests his hand on your back to usher you in where you set Ron down while slipping your feet out of your shoes.

Ron immediately mingles with Wonjae’s three cats who make their way over to the two of you, the four of them following you to Wonjae’s room.

“Do you want to shower with me?” Wonjae asks softly, cupping your cheek into his hand and rubbing the pad of his thumb along the bone. You lean into his touch, kissing his palm. “Yes please.”

“Okay, I’ll go start it.” He rushes to the bathroom and you hear the water being started. You undress yourself, throwing the clothes in the basket he has in the corner of his room. Once you’re completely stripped you push open the bathroom door where you see Wonjae beginning to take off his clothes as well.

After sliding off his shirt he looks at you and smirks. “Mmm,” He hums, pulling you closer to him by your hips. “I missed looking at this.” He leans down and places a kiss on your neck, licking a stripe to your ear and flicking your lobe with the tip of his tongue. It sends a shiver down your spine, your eyes closing in bliss.

He knows your body like the back of his hand, he cherishes every piece of you. He looks at you, smiling. “I’ll fuck you later,” He kisses your lips, lingering for a moment before pulling away.

He finishes undressing and you both get into the shower. He hugs you under the warm water much like he did while you were in his studio but this time it’s much more intimate due to the skin to skin contact. Your breasts press against him, head tucked into his neck. The warm water cascades down your body, causing you to grow tired.

After you both wash up, you find yourself clad in his hoodie and sweats that are just a little big. Wonjae waits for you on the bed, the four cats finding their way to join him. He lays on his back, scrolling through his phone.

You crawl into the bed, snuggling into his side with your head resting on his shoulder. He immediately puts his phone down and rolls over on his side to wrap his arms around you too pull you closer. You feel him breathing in your scent, his legs pushing to get in between yours.

“Jay isn’t letting you back into the studio until tomorrow and I’m forcing you to lay with me all day .” Wonjae mumbles.

You laugh a little, feeling grateful to have such caring people in your life. “Your album can wait for a day. I’ve missed you.” He adds, pulling you even closer to him.

You both fall silent, your eyes closing. You’ve never felt more content and comfortable than how you do now. You feel one of the cats snuggle into your back and purr against you.

“Wonjae,” You began, earning a hum from the half asleep man. “I love you,”

His hand slides under your shirt and gently scratches your back. “I love you.” He says, resting his hand on the small of your back.

You find yourself slowly falling asleep. You know you’re going to be asleep for the whole day and you’re honestly looking forward to it. Especially with Wonjae and the cats.

He’s right, your album can wait.

~♡~

lol i had to write another for wonjae. it’s so hard for me to find fics for him so i jus been writing my own.

[sakkicore]

[1:45am] wonjae pushed you against the wall, a knowing smirk on his lips as he stared into your eyes. your legs felt jelly, if it wasn’t for his hands on your hips you would’ve fallen onto the ground.

it’s always like this. almost a routine actually. you would watch his shows and meet at the back of the club, no greetings as he would quickly envelop you with his kisses that would leave you weak and begging for more.

this time, is one of those nights.

he didn’t hesitate in pressing his lips against yours, his hands roaming around your body and squeezed your rear in the process, earning a moan from you and could feel his smirk.

“how about we take this to my car hmm?” his deep baritone voice sent chills, exciting you even more.

“let’s go.”

[justlissy]

Holly the cupid

genre: fluff

artist: pH-1

a/n: hello there! I don’t know if this will be read but if you do read thank you! I would like to keep writing for my khh fellas so please let me know if I should keep writing or not 🦀

Also if you have any requests please send them through!

'Holy come here', whispered Harry in vain as the cute puppy made its way to you. Holly hopped on your lap during your photoshop making you grin.

'Yes perfect!' complimented the photographer as she snapped multiple pictures, taking advantage of the fact that Holly was posing ever snap she heard.

Harry froze not knowing what to do, he wanted to go to you and bring Holly back but he could only focus on you. From your round brown eyes to your curly hair, to the dimples that appeared every time you would smile. How could someone be so… beautiful? Before he even realised he was smiling at the sight of his cute puppy playing with a cute girl.

𝘋𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘏𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘶𝘱𝘪𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘸?

‘Harry!’ Woodie shouted, getting Harry’s attention and he saw the others waving at him waiting to start the shoot.

‘𝘞𝘦𝘭𝘭, 𝘐 𝘨𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘔𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘏𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘵, 𝘪𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘸𝘢𝘺.’ Harry thought. He jogged towards the other members, after looking back at you one more time.

‘Okay and… we’re done!’ everyone started clapping while you stood up and thanked everyone for their hard work. Then you crouched down to Holly’s eye level grinning at her cute little outfit.

‘Now who do you belong to pretty baby?’ she tilted her head to the side making you melt at her cuteness. You grabbed her into your arms, looking around to see if there’s anyone looking for her. The other artists were busy doing their own shoots so you decided to look for the owner yourself. You asked around to see if anyone knew whose puppy it was but no one seemed to have a clue.

‘I think she’s from someone of H1ghr Music’ a member of staff told you and you thanked them, happy to see that your long walk was coming to an end. At the end of the hallway, you saw a sign saying ‘H1ghr Music’ and looked down to smile at Holly to find her fast asleep. You knocked on the door and peeped your head first to find everyone staring at you.

‘Hi, sorry to bother you guys but I think I have something that belongs to one of you.’ You said nervously, fully entering the room and their looks then fell onto Holly. A guy with a mustache tapped on the shoulder of another guy with a orange beanie, making him turn around. He was holding a bag of gummy bears, one already entering his mouth when his eyes locked with yours slightly widening as if he was surprised to see you. His eyes quickly fell onto his puppy, who looked way too comfortable on your arms. Harry stood up quickly making his way to you with a little awkward smile. You also started walking his way, not really knowing how to act.

‘Hum hey thank you for bringing Holly back, she ran away out of nowhere and found you and even disrupted your photoshoot. I didn’t want to get in the way of it, so I just left in the hopes that she would come back but it seems like she had other plans.’ Harry quickly said making you smile at how flustered he looked.

‘It’s fine, Holly made the pictures even better so I’m the one who should be thanking you…’

‘Ph-1 or you can call him Harry since he finds you cute’ you were interrupted by the moustache guy as he carefully took Holly away from your arms and winked at you.

‘Minsik I swear if you don’t shut your mouth’ Harry hissed, making you giggle at their interaction.

‘Then thank you Harry, I hope I didn’t worry you much’ you say apologetic.

‘Why would you make Harry worry y/n-noona?’ says someone with super long hair wrapping his arm around you.

You look to see who’s talking to you so casually to realise that it's your favourite maknae.

‘Haonnnnieee’ you say in a baby voice, turning to pinch his cheeks that no longer had the baby fat that you remember.

𝘞𝘢𝘪𝘵- 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵’𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦? 𝘠/𝘯 𝘯𝘰𝘰𝘯𝘢? 𝘏𝘢𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘦? 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘏𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺.

⌎⊱⊶⊷⊶⊷⊶⊷⊶⊷⇲⊰⌏ ⌎⊱⊶⊷⊶⊷⊶⊷⊶⊷⇲⊰⌏ ⌎⊱⊶⊷⊶

Hey cupid why you hiding

(Shoot on and shoot on)

날려줘 빨리

My cupid where you at right now

(Shoot on and shoot on)

[ferg0s]

ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʀʀᴀɴɢᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ

ᴅɪꜱᴄʟᴀɪᴍᴇʀ, ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴡᴀꜱ ɪɴꜱᴘɪʀᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴀ ʙᴏᴏᴋ ɪ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛᴏᴏ ʟᴏɴɢ ᴀɢᴏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴀᴍᴇ ɴᴀᴍᴇ. ᴄᴏᴏʟ ᴘʟᴏᴛ, ɪꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇʀ ᴋɴᴇ�� ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴜᴄᴋ ᴘᴀᴄɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ᴅᴇᴠᴇʟᴏᴘᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴡᴇʀᴇ. ᴀɴʏᴡᴀʏꜱ.

ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ + ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ:ᴀɢᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ, ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ, ᴄʜɪʟᴅ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ, ᴄᴀɴᴄᴇʀ, ꜱᴡᴇᴀʀɪɴɢ, ꜱᴇxᴜᴀʟ ꜱᴛᴜꜰꜰ, ꜰɪɴɢᴇʀɪɴɢ, ᴘʀᴇɢɴᴀɴᴄʏ.

ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ: ᴍɪᴅᴏʀɪᴍᴀ ꜱʜɪɴᴛᴀʀᴏ, ᴀᴏᴍɪɴᴇ ᴅᴀɪᴋɪ, (ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ʟᴏʟ)

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: ꜱʜɪɴᴛᴀʀᴏ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ᴀ ᴠᴇʀʏ ʀᴏᴄᴋʏ ᴍᴀʀʀɪᴀɢᴇ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ꜱᴇᴇᴍ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴏɴ ᴛʀᴀᴄᴋ, ʜᴇ ᴘʀᴏᴘᴏꜱᴇꜱ ᴀɴ ᴀʀʀᴀɴɢᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴏʀ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟɪꜰᴇ.

ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴛᴡᴏ |ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ | ᴘᴀʀᴛ ꜰᴏᴜʀ

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"How was your day, dear?" Your voice echoed through the kitchen, bouncing off the wall of the empty house as they made their way to the front door. Your eyes focused on the plate in your hand while the other held the sponge with the dish soap. The yellow rubber gloves you wore rubbed against the skin of your hands, you hated the feeling, but you had to. 'You have to,' you repeated in your head. Though you locked your eyes on the porcelain dish in your hand, your ears were on the hunt to hear any subtle noises. Anything that would hint at where your husband was or what he was doing. "The usual," You heard him reply, his voice not showing any emotion. You had learned to recognize that tone, which seemed cold and distant to most, but you knew it was a cry for help. Your husband wasn't one to communicate his emotions, especially when he had become so accustomed to pushing those emotions down. You rinsed the dish and put it on the drying rack, turning off the sink and taking off the gloves - 'finally,' - you patted the soggy feeling the gloves had left on your hands down on your shirt. You turned around and began to walk towards the front door, exiting the kitchen to the lavish dining room, seeing your husband standing by the arch that connected the dining room to the main hallway. You couldn't help but throw your arms around him and pull him down to your size, squeezing him as your head tucked into his shoulder. He pressed back, hunched down with his face in the crook of your neck. The stale smell of IV bags and sickness came from the blue scrubs he was wearing, a scent you had gotten used to in your nine years of marriage. "C'mon," You said, pulling away. "I'll make you some tea." _ You met Shintaro in your third year of university. He was a pre-med student, and you were also pursuing your undergrad in political sciences, hoping to eventually go to law school. You managed to get close through mutual friends, the various late-night study dates and regular coffee dates around campus, and you ended up together. It started as any college relationship does, with a lot of sex, kinky and all. But despite his efforts to make sure no accidents happen, you ended up pregnant. A bump that tested your relationship. You were career-oriented, so was Midorima - but his family had other things in mind. A bastard child, or worse, the termination of a bastard child, would ruin the Midorima family name. And given the societal and cultural pressure, you felt like you had to go through it. The wedding was small but lavish - the Shintaros family was very well-off financially - 8 months after the wedding, you gave birth to your son, Kota. Shintaro continued his studies, vowing to be the best provider he could be while you stayed behind and cared for your newborn son. Your inlaws helped with many expenses, especially in the first few years until Shintaro had gotten his residency. Slowly, he made his way up the position of trauma surgeon that he held today while you stayed back and raised Kota. When Kota got older, you enrolled back in university and earned your political science degree, something that you held off pursuing further in law school. Instead, choose that time to be with your son. You loved Kota, everything about him. You loved his piercing green eyes and the stoic expression he got from his father. You loved the glowing smile Shintaro always said he got from you. You loved your son with every fibre of your body, and you never stopped loving him even after he passed away. Another bump that put your relationship at the forefront once again.

You had always felt like you and Shintaro had never really gotten to know each other. You had gotten pregnant two months into the relationship, and his being away studying for the first half of your marriage didn't help. You felt like you knew the persona of Shintaro, the surface-level understanding of who he was. Kota was seven when he passed away; with the limited resources available at the time in dealing with Leukemia, his days were numbered from the minute you had found out. And given the stage he was in, the multiple specialists you had gone to had told you not to get your hopes up. No amount of therapy, whether it be grief or couples therapy, could fill the newfound hole in your heart, the isolation you began to feel in the walls of your house. Shintaro poured himself into his work, spending long hours at the hospital, often taking on risky surgeries, which the hospital board did not approve. In the darkness of your son's passing, the two of you grew closer as there was no middle man to keep you apart. The weeknights that would usually be filled with the sound of cartoons coming from the living room were now painfully quiet as the two of you sat on chairs opposite each other. The painstakingly tedious conversations that would spark for the sake of some liveliness in the house soon become more human, more enjoyable. You began to look forward to the discussions in the living room you had once dreaded. You found yourself getting to know your husband, his personality, his hobbies and his likes. And vice versa. Though the laughter and evening walks and warm nights could not shake the thought that Shintaro deep down resented you for taking away his youth, a fear that had been with you since you had first gotten married. You felt that insecurity grow after the passing of Kota because it felt that it all had been for nothing. _ "The board didn't approve of the heart transplant," Shintaro groaned before taking a sip of the tea. "Are you kidding me!" You sighed, eyes widening as you gripped the armrest of the chair you were sitting on. Shintaro would often come and confide in you about the stresses of his job, from petty drama to borderline confidential information. It made for good conversation. "That son of a bitch, Haru," Shintaro groaned, his finger going to pinch the bridge of his nose, lifting up his glasses. The living room fell silent again. Your husband was a man of few words and even few emotions. He didn't bother saying more about a situation than the basics. His dull tone when he first entered was now starting to make sense. Lately, work had taken up a good portion of his time, and for the first time, he wasn't due to his own will. With the closure of one trauma ward, work had become tight. Schedules were overlapping, and more resources were required while the board refused to spend any money they didn't deem necessary. You found teh most you could do was listen to teh few words he had to say and keep him company, making him a warm cup of tea here and there. "He's got me taking on the tumour removal in trauma-" You heard a ding come from Shintaros phone, lighting up the screen on the coffee table in the middle of the living room. "Is that him?" You asked as you watched Shintaro reach over and grab it. After reading the text, he closed his phone and put it back on the table. "No," He took off his glasses and put them next to his phone. "It's the lab results from pathology I ordered today." "Oh, Mei?" Mei a new and young member who recently joined the pathology department. Shintaro cut your train of thought: " Let's take a bath." _

"You know Aiko and Botan?" Shintaro asked as he massaged your shoulders. The faint sound of classical music and the scent of lavender had you whisked away, which made you jump when you heard Shintaros's voice. You readjusted, feeling his legs move on either side of you, making the water of the bathbrush up to the side of the tub. "Hmm?" You said, turning back to him. "From pediatrics?" You asked. "Yeah, they're in an open relationship." He replied as he bundled your hair in his hand and moved it to the opposite shoulder. Your jaw dropped, and you raised your eyebrow, asking for clarification. "He told me today. It's this arrangement they have," Shintaro said as hands traced down your back. "4 months. No questions. They do whatever, and after the four months, its back to normal-" "But why even in the first place?" You asked, turning towards him more. "He said a relationship coach suggested it to them," He replied as his hand went to your face. His finger lightly brushed against your face. You leaned into his touch. "He says the sex is good," Midorima said as he pulled his hand back. "And who is he fucking?" You chuckled. "Some university girl he met on some website," "Exactly. He's a perv," You said as you turned back, facing forward, and leaned back into his chest. "An old, nasty perv," you grumled. "Is this how you view old men?" Shintaro teased as his hands massaged your neck. "No," You said, getting comfortable against his chest. "Just the old, nasty, pervy ones." You both laughed. You felt Shintaros's hand go down your beck, coming up from under your arm and reaching down past your waist. Your breath hiked when you felt his fingers against the mound of your pussy. "Shinta-" "Shh," He said, leaning his head down to your ear. You felt his finger on your clit, pressing down on it to elicit a reaction. His finger began to toy with your clit, rubbing circles on it, making you throw your head back, giving him access to your neck. Your eyes closed as you felt him suck and leave gentle kisses on your neck, his fingers now inching down to your entrance. You felt him circle your entrance, teasing you, something he loved doing, getting ready to put his fingers in when- RING! You both bolted up, him pulling his fingers away and sitting up. "That's mine," You groaned, looking back at him. You saw him let out a sign, "I'll clean up. "You go answer that." _ You felt your eyelids grow heavy as you felt the warmth of Shintaros skin radiate onto you. His arm wrapped around you, hand on your waist while his other hand played with the hair sprawled on his chest, your legs tangled together under the sheets. There was never any conversation when the two of you lay in bed together; this mutual understanding of you both being tired and wanting to enjoy each other's company. So when a conversation did spring up, you knew it was serious. So when you heard the words that left Shinators mouth, you knew that he was a hundred percent serious about it.

"We should try an open marriage."

[multistanparadise]

AOMG Gray x black!reader

Archive✨

Y/n

Babe🥰✨: Hey baby are you busy today? I wanted to pick you up and go somewhere ☺️

Y/n: I have a collab I have to record in the studio right now but afterwards we can get together. Stop by in like a couple hours okay?

Babe🥰✨: Okay sounds good 👌🏻

I scroll through my phone waiting for the artist who I'm supposed to be collaborating with to come into the studio. "Uh I apologize for being late love, my driver got lost on the way here" I look up to see Zayn Malik smiling at me and I return the smile. "Oh that's okay, I haven't been waiting long. Welcome to Korea!" I get up and hug him. "Thanks love, Gigi told me to give you her love and you should be getting something in the mail from her."

"Aww that's so sweet I'll have to call her later to catch up! So are you ready to make another hit together?"

~

Zayn and I walk out the building together to part ways. "Ah I'm so excited for this album to drop, anyways hopefully your stay here won't be too bad. Give Khai and Gigi hugs and kisses from me okay?" He gives me a hug and nods. "Of course, next time you're in NY hit us up okay?" A familiar car pulls up and rolls down the window. "Aye Jagi get in." I wave goodbye to Zayn before running and getting into my beloved's car.

"Hey baby how was your day?" He pecks me on the lips. "It was good...you got a guest behind you. Is that...Zayn?" I turn around smiling and I roll down my window. "Hey do you need a ride?" "Yeah do you mind? My driver is lost somewhere and I just really want to get back to my hotel and get a bite to eat." I turn to Seonghwa and he sighs. "Come on we'll give you a ride before we go out to eat." Zayn nods and gets in the back before Seonghwa pulls off.

~

"This is really nice 여보, you always find the nicest of restaurants." I smile at my boyfriend as he looks over the menu. "Of course, anything for you baby. Do you see anything you want?" I nod showing him something I saw on the menu. "I'm in between that and this steak dinner...how about we share and half it?" "Okay that works. Let's call over the waiter." I hit the little buzzer signaling the waiter to the table.

"Hi my name is Mark and I'll be your server this evening. What can I get the beautiful lady tonight?" He smiles almost flirtatiously but I brush it off. "I'll get the Lemon Butter Salmon with the roasted green beans and to drink I'd like a frozen margarita." Mark nods writing it down. "A good choice, I actually really enjoy the salmon I think you'd like it. If you get dessert I'd definitely get bingsu, it's my favorite and good for sharing." Seonghwa gives him a bored look. "Well I would like the steak and lobster dinner with a loaded baked potato."

"Uh huh I'll have that right out." He doesn't even look at my fuming boyfriend while he speaks. I can tell Seonghwa is getting annoyed. "Thank you." Mark smiles at me before running off to the kitchen. "I should report him to a manager, being all unprofessional and ignoring me." I nod putting my one of my hands on his. "I agree that was highly unprofessional...you wouldn't happen to be jealous would you?" He turns away but I can see his ears are red. "Of course not, why would I be jealous?" I shrug. "I don't know maybe because he was only talking to me. You told me before you don't like when guys only pay attention to me. He probably knows who I am, how many brown girls like me are running around making a name for themselves in the music industry here? Not many and I just happen to be very popular mostly because I'm with AOMG."

"I know...he probably is a fan of yours. Alright I'll let it slide just for you."

~

"Wow I'm so glad we split dinner, that was sooo good. Ah do you want dessert? I was thinking going by the street food market so we can walk around some." Seonghwa holds my hand as he drives. "Well I was going to take you back to my place because I have something set up for you." I raise an eyebrow. "Does it involve mochi ice cream?" He chuckles and squeezes my hand. "Of course I always keep that in stock just for you." I nod in agreement. "Okay I'll go home with you."

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He places a blindfold loosely around my eyes. "Okay don't peek..." "I'm not peeking...wait why is Jay here?" "How did you know he was here?" I shrug. "He has a distinct smell, he uses a different cologne than you and I smell it. Simon is here too." There's a silence for a moment. "Huh I don't know how I feel about you knowing their scents but...you can take off your blindfold now baby." I take it off to see Seonghwa's living room decorated in hearts and roses. Simon was holding a cake with mochi on the top and words that say Happy Anniversary. Jay is holding a bouquet of my favorite flowers smiling.

"Wow omg...wait um Seonghwa our anniversary isn't until Sunday. My gift for you is back at my house..." He hugs me. "I know but I wanted to do something before. Do you like the cake?" I nod and I kiss him on his cheek. "Can I have a mochi off the top?" He chuckles and nods. "Go ahead baby." I happily take the one in the center and when I bite into it my teeth hit something hard. "Owww...huh what's this?" Jay and Simon look at each other. I look to see my teeth hit a rather big diamond ring.

My heart drops into my stomach as I piece everything together. I look at Seonghwa who is now down on one knee smiling up at me. "자기야 I love you, you're my best friend and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. 3 years isn't enough, I want to have forever. So will you do me the honor of marrying me?" I nod wiping tears. "Yes of course I'll marry you!!" He takes the ring out of the mochi and cleans it off before sliding it on my left ring finger.

Bonus ending:

"Congratulations Y/n! I'm so happy for you!" Jay hugs me. "Thanks Jay! I'm happy too, obviously." Simon hugs me next but I notice his hug is lasting longer than usual. "Let's see if this sets him off. He's been tense all day." He whispers in my ear. I notice Seonghwa staring at us blankly. Simon let's go smiling. "Hey Y/n/n come sit with us on the couch." Jay says pulling me over to the couch. He pulls me into his lap and my eyes widen.

"야! 죽을래?! (Yah! Do you want to die!?)" Seonghwa pulls me kinda roughly off Jay's lap and glare at him. "That's my fiancé, the only lap she sits on is mine. I've been letting this slide ALL day but nah I'm done. Y/n baby I love you but you need to stop being so god dang attractive, all these guys want you. Zayn, that waiter, Jay...Simon....the list goes on. Maybe I should just show them your mine."

He roughly pulls me into a kiss and I don't want to say that I'm swooning but hey this is my favorite thing. I don't mind my man a little...jealous.

A/n: Thank you for reading! Requests are open! Send an ask🥰

[seawitch62]

Worst Date Scenario

Jay Park x OC

Fluff

WC: .7k

Worst date scenario.

Jay Park

Bee was excited, Jay finally reached out to her today.

Realizing he's busy, with the new label, Won Soju, festivals appearances, music, working on the new music.

Still, it's been a minute since she last heard from him, even a text would have been nice, she sighs.

Tomorrow, what did he say?

"A date you won't forget!"

What romantic adventures has he got planned ?

"I have nothing to wear!"

Shopping expedition is needed,

Bee thinks to herself.

Bee hits the mall, clothing stores, 

browsing for hours till she finds what is the perfect  outfit.

"Shoes! I need new shoes!" She mutters.

Zeroing in on the shoe stores she finds the perfect shoes to match her newly acquired outfit.

"Handbag, I don't have one that is coloured coordinates with the outfit and shoes"

Next  stop, looking for a bag to match, her determination pays off and she finds exactly what she wants.

Accessories, 'can't ever go wrong with new bling'

Last stop, the hairdresser, trim and colour and eyebrow wax. 

After eating her take out, she grabbed at the mall, she pondered her purchases and was very pleased, telling herself, she did  great and she will look 'hot'.

From experience Bee has discovered when Jay states a time to be ready fifteen minutes early.

He is not one to sit idly, movement is the name of the game.  Not lacking in conversation skills, he can keep the chat alive, animated hand gestures come part and parcel with his dialogue.

Knowing this Bee keeps herself abreast with the news and other happenings, one never knows what topics may arise.

A vehicle pulls up, just as she suspected fourteen minutes early, one last glance in the mirror, happy with her reflected image, she leaves her cozy flat, locking the door behind her and heads toward the car.

The man holding the door open for her, Kwon as she simply refers to him, closes the door as she seats herself  in the car.

Jay greets her with a smile, and immediately starts chattering.

Cursory questions "how are you? What have you been up to?"

Followed by lengthy discussions about his happenings.

Suddenly he changes the subject 

"I have a present  for you"

"Wow thank you" she replies with a warm smile.

Jay passes her a gift bag, intrigued as to what he may have got her, she looks into the bag.

The first thing she notices is the pattern on the material.

It's exactly the same as the pants he is wearing.

"How sweet" she tells herself

With exuberant delight she yanks the item out of the bag.

It's a pair of pants.

The pants are a twin set to those he  is wearing. 'So romantic, matching outfits'

Dizzy with happiness, she reaches over, arms wrapping around him, "I love them thank you".

She is rewarded with a grin.

Bee's mind is running around in circles, they have been driving for a while now, where are they going?

Jay is excited, hyper even, but when is not!

"Your gonna fucking love the surprise, you will not fucking forget it, I promise!" He states with certainty.

Music fills the vehicle, Bee is as happy as a bird with a worm.

Anticipation slowly mounting, what else does he have in store? Romantic picnic? A hike while they walk hand in hand?

She has no clue, but she is eager for the answer.

As if fate had heard , the vehicle stopped.

Kwon opens the  door and Jay leaps out of the vehicle.

"Come on,"  Jay tells her impatiently.

Bee exits the vehicle, only to notice people surrounding Jay with  greetings, she notices they are wearing the same pants as Jay and the ones he gifted her.

Confused she looks around,

'Where the hell are we?' she ponders.

'It looks like a farm' 

Jay is busily chatting away, then he looks at Bee.

"Welcome to Won Soju Farm"

"Grab your pants!"

"Let's get to work!"

"Work?" She utters.

Smiling from ear to ear, Jay saunters off with the crowd that greeted his arrival.

Looking around she realizes he is not joking, this is indeed a farm.

He wants or expects me to work on his farm!

Dejectedly, she grabs the pants and follows Jay.

He is right; she muses this is one date she will never forget.

[baozibunz]

Things weren't always smooth sailing, especially when your relationship was made public, but like everything else, you just kept calm and laid back. Soon everyone realized that you were a perfect match.

The way Jay talked about you and even when they saw how he was with you in public showed that he honestly did care for you. You were often brought up in conversation; even if it was about something mundane, you were always on his mind.

[mindfxl]

Happy Place [wwj+you]

genre: fluffy fluff fluff

authors note: english is not my first language, so i'm open to criticism over grammar. hope you like it :) it's also kinda short tho, but i felt like this much would be just fine lol creds to @wooswonjae 4 the gif, he's so fine wtf

you had a rough day, in which what would be an innocent family dinner turned out to be an evil trap.

your parents, all of them, randomly decided that they would take the day to interrogate you about what you would do with your life, and it was absolutely terrible! you were only nineteen and didn't want to go to college, and for your parents, that was a huge mistake, even if you pointed out why you didnt want to do it.

you immediately left their house, a storm of emotions getting you. your heart started beating so fast while you felt your vision getting blurry, tears falling from your eyes. you felt... suffocated, and depressed. you just couldn't understand why they treated you like that, and that made you feel so lost.

and you knew exactly where to go when you felt lost.

four knocks on the door and you heard someone jumping inside the apartment — probably dropping something heavy in the way — followed by a small "fuck" that you couldn't help to let out a small giggle.

the door opened and revealed a grumpy, messy haired wonjae, who looked like he had just woken up. that didn't last long, since when he saw the look in your face, the grumpiness were almost instantly replaced by worry. "babe?" he muttered, getting your hand on his and pulling you closer to wrap you in his arms.

you felt so safe with wonjae. almost like the world around you stopped, his presence felt so fucking warm, like he was the only thing you needed to be fine; you couldn't help but let the tears out silently, soaking wonjae shirt. he didn't seem to care at all, since he just kept quiet, stroking your head and waiting for you to feel calmer so he could ask you what was going on.

he got out of the hug just to close the door behind you, guiding you to the couch where he once again snuggled you to him, letting you get everything bad out.

"sorry for being a cry baby" you muttered a while later, getting a small chuckle from him. he knew you were only saying that because of the recent "BLACK OUT" episode, where he said that everyone around him were cry babies, and he found you were so cute.

"no, babe. it's totally fine" he answered, running his hand down your hair to your waist. "did anything bad happen?"

you adjusted your position on the couch so you could look at wonjae expressions while you told him what happened. his hands, now at his thighs, closed tightly, expressing all the anger he wouldn't on his face. your parents — more specifically your dad, your mom would just follow him — didn't like him at all, since all the times he went there and your dad said something bad to you, wonjae was never silent about it, therefore, he wasn't able to go with you today. once you finished talking, wonjae was tense, not looking at you at all.

almost like you felt him starting to blame himself for what happened, you got his hand in yours. "babe, i'm fine now. i'm with you, so i'm fine." he smiled at your words, seeming a little more relaxed, but not totally. you got closer to him again, giving a peck on his lips and letting him pull you even closer to a tight hug.

"don't you dare let what they said get to you" he whispered in your ear, almost like it was a secret. "you are the most amazing woman i have seen on my entire fucking life. my savior. i feel a little guilty to not be there to support you at the time that shit happened, but at least i can say this to you right now." you started to say something, but he shushed you in no time. "let me finish!"

he pushed you a little just so he could look at your face, similar to what you have done earlier. "you can be whatever the fuck you want, in the fucking time you want. i'll be here to support you. forever. you can even come here, live with me! namu, ami and tabul would be so happy with their mommy closer. i hope you understand how much i love you, and how incredible of a human you are. i'll be excited to see your growth." he finished with a kiss in your forehead, leaving you speechless.

"now... wanna eat ramen and watch some netflix? sleep with me today, i miss you." his smashing sincerity made you laugh, leaving a confused wonjae looking at you.

"sure, babe. i miss you too."

[badasmuse]

“Old Ass”

Simon Dominic x Reader

Warnings: 18+ (MDNI) language, lowercase intended, penetration, oral m!receiving, protected sex, reader is impulsive

Summary: you’re a new artist at aomg and you become besties with simon. yet you end up making fun of his age and that gets you in a tough spot. not like you don’t like it tho

a/n: look yall, there is not enough simon dominic content on this app. it’s time for me to make it. for the smdc girlies🤞🏼

“everyone please welcome AOMG’s new artist, choi y/n. she- where is simon?” the ceo asked.

“i’m here i’m here.” he ran up bending over slightly, hands on his knees trying to catch his breath. “i was in the bathroom you were taking all day.”

“old ass.” devita mumbles, ducking when simon swatted at her.

“this is choi y/n. since you were late, you get to look after her.” he moves you in front of simon gently. “show her around, give her what she needs, make sure she’s comfortable. okay bye.” he walks away.

the other artists disperse and simon sighs, “hey i’m simon. sorry about that.”

you nod, bowing slightly, “no problem. i’m y/n. can i just.. not to fangirl, but you are my favorite aomg rapper.”

simon smiles, “well see now i like you. let’s go i’ll give you a tour of the building.”

he guided you gently with a hand behind your back. not quite touching you, but if you were to stop abruptly his hand would hit your back.

“this is where the dancers practice. i don’t dance so i don’t go in there. you dance?” he asks.

“mhm. i love dancing.” you stick your head into the room looking around. “ooh this is pretty.” you pull back and continue walking.

“this is a vending machine. it sounds uninteresting, however, there’s like three more on the other side of this corner.” he walks you around the corner. “that one is my favorite it has ice cream in it.”

you smile, “can i buy one?”

“i’ll get you one. as a welcome gift.” he puts his card in and let’s you hit whatever option you want. “thank you!” you exclaim grabbing it from the machine as it fell. “this is why you’re my favorite.” you giggle, following him to the studios.

“this is the one i record in. feel free to use it until they get you a permanent spot.” he looks at his watch, “i have to run but here’s my number, call me if you have questions.”

from that day forward, you and simon became two peas in a pod. you both spent a lot of time together. you were always in his studio either watching him or recording your own shit. he always helps you out, giving input on the flow and the lyrics.

then he started inviting you to his condo. obviously for group get togethers but then it was just you. you’d drink jack daniels together and you’d end up staying the night. this was a weekly thing. now you have a drawer in his dresser.

you’re used to coming to his house for the night but… tonight was weird. you got a different vibe when you walked in using the key he gave you. you took off your heels and hung up your jacket like always but you didn’t see simon. “si?” you said looking around. where is he?

you walk towards his room, you might’ve beat him here so you’re just gonna change into something comfortable. however, when you approach his door, you hear soft groans. your ears go red and you’re about to leave until you hear your name.

“fuck y/n why can’t this be your hand..” he grunts.

you peek your head through the door and see him thrusting his dick into his hand almost desperately. you watch for a good minute undetected, but your stupid watch just had to ding letting you know you got a notification. damn snitch.

he stops and looks up at the door, “how.. long have you been standing there?” he says tucking himself back into his shorts.

“long enough to hear you wish for my hand.” you respond, walking in and sitting on the bed. “move, let me do it.”

“what- WOAH!” he exclaims when your hand disappears down his shorts.

you smack his hands away when he tries to grab you. “sit still.” your hand moves faster on his dick and he moans louder. “fuck that feels better than i imagined.” he says.

you’re bored now, so you decide to kick it up a notch. you grab a hair tie from your wrist, pulling your hair back so it doesn’t get in your way. he’s confused but when your tongue licks his tip- well he’s not confused but he can’t think. you slowly take him into your mouth, giggling when he grabs your hair. your tongue swirls around his tip when you come back up and he groans louder.

“fuck y/n you’re gonna give me a heart attack with that mouth of yours.” he says when you take him all the way down your throat.

“no you’ll have a heart attack cause you’re old. don’t blame me.” you say taking him back in before he could respond.

“shit i’m gonna cum.” he groans, now fucking into your mouth, and you take it cause momma didn’t raise no bitch. he cums down your throat and you swallow it all.

he’s not too sure what to say or do. he just lays there awkwardly.

“all that talk you do in your songs and now you’re gonna act awkward?” you say pushing him.

“um.. thank you?” he says uncertainly.

you sigh and stand up walking to his bedside table. “do you have any condoms? honestly i wanna fuck and i’m not on the pill.” you looked through his drawers and pull one out. “can we? or can your old ass not take it?”

he grabs you by your shirt, yanking you on the bed before turning you over on your stomach and pulling your ass in the air.

“there’s the simon i know from his music.” you giggle as he pulls your skirt up over your ass. he then reached into the drawer and pulled out a pair of scissors. “what the fuck are you doing?”

“don’t feel like ripping them.” is all he says before he slides the scissors under and cuts your underwear.

“simon! tf what if you cut me?”

he doesn’t say anything, he puts on the condom and just pushes into you without a thought causing you to let out a squeal.

“talk too damn much.” he starts pounding into you relentlessly. you hold onto the pillow letting out whines as he hits your gspot over and over.

“god simon just like that.” you whine out, a few tears slipping out.

“damn it’s like.. you were made for me.” simon says as he pushes your upper back down some more thrusting deeper.

“fuck… fuck made for you yeah, i’m gonna cum!” the headboard hits the wall as he speeds up. your vision goes white and you forget how to breathe as you clench tightly around him, cumming when his fingers come in contact with your clit.

he releases in the condom and pulls out. he cleans himself up before grabbing a cloth to clean you up as well. you let out a whimper when the cloth comes in contact with your sensitive clit.

“i’m sorry but you’re gonna be sticky so i have to clean you up.” he mumbles. after he’s finished, he pulls you into his hold patting your head. “there there. you’ll live.”

you don’t have any strength to hit him so instead, “fuck you simon.”

“we did. want to go another round? i can do more with my mouth than just rap.” he lets you go and shimmies down so his face is between your legs.

this is gonna be a long night.

[skz-jeha]

I’m here. Don’t worry

10/12/21

Warning: Soft! Wonjae, Fluff, Jay shows up.

Pairing: Woo Wonjae x GN! Reader

Description: Reader has a panic attack, and Wonjae is there to comfort them.

You sat curled up in the corner of the bed, wedged between the wall and headboard. Body shaking uncontrollably with heart-wrenching sobs escaping your quivering lips. 

The reason behind your current state was the old couple at the supermarket who kept giving you disgusted looks, judging your appearance, whispering amongst themselves not so quietly about how ugly you looked, causing many negative thoughts to float around in your head.

You did not want to interrupt your boyfriend, Wonjae, from his work. He has been busy with interviews with the AOMG family. You did not want to impose, so you decided to deal with your anxiety and panic attacks alone.

from: JayBear

to: Y/N

Hey, Y/Nie~, what's up?

You unlocked your phone and stared blankly at the text message from Jay. You could not bring yourself to answer him. 

Unfortunately, or fortunately for you, it depends on how you see it. Jay noticed that you read the message and did not answer him, so he tried again, about three times.

to: Y/Nie~

from: Jay Park

Hey queen, are you ok?

Y/N you are scaring me, plz anwer me.

Y/N I'm calling Woo.

Wonjae picks up his ringing phone and answers it.

"Hey, Jay." 

"Wonjae, something is not right with Y/N. I am sending them text messages, and they're reading them but not answering. I think something happened." Jay's frantic voice travels through the receiver. 

"I'll go check on them right now," Wonjae quickly says goodbye to Jay and rushes to his apartment.

Wonjae rushes to your apartment, worry clouding his mind. Once he makes it into your apartment, he hears your cries and sniffles.

"Jagi, what is wrong?" he whispers calmly, approaching your curled-up body with his arms open. Your whole body slumped into his waiting arms.

"Oh, Jagi. What happened?" he asks as he rakes his fingers through your hair in an attempt to calm you down a bit.

"I am scared, Wonjae," you whisper. Your voice broke Wonaje's heart. You sounded so broken and sad. "The couple is right. I am ugly and a failure," you add the second part in a barely above a whisper voice, but Wonjae heard it.

"No, no, no." Woo shakes his head and pulls you closer to his chest.

"You are my precious little princess," he pulls away and makes you look up at him. "You are beautiful," he pecks your left cheek,

"You are precious," he pecks your right cheek,

"You are talented," he pecks your forehead,

"You are loved," he pecks your nose, 

"And you are loved." he seals his confession with a love-filled kissed on your lips.

You smile into the kiss with happy tears streaming down your face, which Wonjae wipes away. He holds your face so delicately as if any wrong move would cause it to shatter and fall through his fingers.

"You are my beloved princess, and I hate to see you this sad, Jagi." Wonjae squishes your face between his hands, causing your lips to stick out.

"You are my cute little fishy~," he smooches your lips, causing you to giggle. "I love you, Y/N Y/LN." Wonjae smiles at you, a look of pure adoration in his warm eyes.

"I love you too, Woo Wonjae." You smile back at him.

"You really scared Jay," Wonjae looks down at you, curled up in his arms comfortably. 

"I am sorry," you mumble, feeling guilty for worrying the CEO.

"No, never apologize for things like this," Wonjae gingerly holds your face in his hand. "He worries about you because he cares. You are like his little sister," he starts, "hell, you are like the little sister of the AOMG family. They all care about you and hate to see you sad or stressed."

"It means a lot to me. It really does." 

"They know. That is why they always send you their greetings." Wonjae smiles cheekily. 

"Let's go to sleep, Jagi. You must be tired." he pulls the covers over the both of you, and you position your head onto his chest. You both slowly drift to sleep, your body tired from your panic attack and crying, and Wonjae's from spending long hours at the studio. Before Wonjae drifts into blissful sleep, he sends a quick message to Jay to reassure him of your safety.

from: Woo WonJae

to: JayJay <3

Y/N is safe and well. 

They had a panic attack and did not respond to you. 

to: Woo Bear <3

from: Jay

I'm glad to hear that.

Make sure that they are safe and well. 

Tell them I said hi as well.

Slowly, Wonjae drifts off to sleep with the sound of your quite breaths and slow rise and fall of your body.

masterlist

[strawb3rryw00]

macchiato pt. 1 ♡ woo wonjae x female reader

warnings -> none

synopsis -> introduction to the 24 hr hairless cat cafe run by y/n

fluff, per usual

i decided to do a mini series ?? idk im high and crushing on woo

~♡~

You lean against the front counter, eyes focused on the words of the book you’ve been trying to read for weeks. You’ve never been able to focus on the book at home and you felt unproductive reading at work despite the lack of customers at the late hour. But this night has been unusually slow so you decided to crack open the hefty fellow to read. It’s not that it was boring but you had the attention span of a golden retriever.

That’s why you hated working the overnight shift. You always needed something to do, to keep you occupied. There were only so many dusty corners you could clean everyday. But because it was your own business, you found yourself working overnights so your employees didn’t have to as most of them were college students. You understood the severity of late night studying, despite dropping out after your first college semester, so you decided to be a good and loving boss and give them their freedom after 4 pm. It was hard to be the boss of people around your age but you were a business owner already so they tended to listen well anyhow.

Your favorite feline friend, a naked kitty in his green sweater, purrs his way right upon your book. That was his way of getting your attention, and it worked every time. You kiss the top his head and fix his sweater. You owned a cat cafe, but not one like any other. You found it rather unsanitary to have hairy friends, as cute as it was, around where people were enjoying food and drink so you decided to open a cat cafe, but with hairless cats. It also made it friendly for those with allergies. Although the large neon sign that read “The Naked Bean” with a big kitten face was quite unusual to most at first, you became a hot spot during the day.

The only reason you were 24 hr was for the late night workers, or night owls like yourself. The shop died down around 6 pm, giving you time to do a deep clean and semi reset for the next day. You got an occasional customer or few, but usually you found yourself trying to stay busy. Luckily there was always a cat to bother.

You have 15 hairless cats occupying your store, they all have names to match their personalities and color coded sweaters to keep them warm, and help you differentiate between them. It was a lot of work to take care of the felines, twice a week you brought each of them upstairs to your apartment, which made being the owner of a 24 hr cafe extremely easy, and gave them all a bath and rubbed them down with coconut oil. They were technically your cats, as they’d lounge around your apartment while you washed their clothes. (One of your employees had even installed a cat door to the door that lead to the stairs to your apartment so the cats could hide and come up if need be)

There was various cat towers and walkways along the walls of the cafe, more than enough for 15 cats. You decorated with plants, for fresh air, and even had a lounge area where people could cuddle with the cats. They’re hairless, so they spend a lot of time staying warm with customers. It was a lot of money to start up and get perfect to your standards, but dropping out of college helped you open it up. And your cafe was the most popular cafe in Seoul, so you were able to make back the money fairly easily.

“Oh Dave,” you sigh, petting behind the ears of the cat in the green sweater. “I’m so bored.” you mumble to him, smiling as he reaches a paw out indicating he wants to be held.

You had a close bond with Dave, he followed you around everywhere. And he loved being held by you. You pick up the naked feline, holding him up to your shoulder so he can crawl inside the hood of your sweater and make himself comfortable. That was where he spent a lot of his time, it’s the main reason you even wore hoodies. He laid so his body hung in the hood with just his head poking out on your shoulder.

You close your book and slip it back under the register, where it spends most of its time. You walk over to the speakers that play music quietly and turn it up so you can hear better. You rearrange the lounge area once, then again, and again. You immediately become dissatisfied so you grab your laptop and start browsing for completely new furniture to satisfy your needs.

You sit down on the couch, kicking off your slippers to rest your feet on the coffee table. You get deep into browsing furniture sets that you don’t even hear the bell to the store ding until a deep voice speaks up.

“Is no one working?” You look up to the voice, standing up and slipping your feet back into your slippers.

“Im so sorry, people usually don’t come in around this time.” You laugh, setting the laptop down on the table and rushing behind the counter. You glance at the time, the clock reading 2:30 am.

The customer smiles, fixing his beanie on his head and stepping to the counter while looking around. “I always pass by, but this is my first time in.” he says, poking the cat bobble head on the counter.

“Oh well I’m glad you decided to stop in, ive been bored out of my mind,” You laugh, feeling Dave nuzzle his head into your neck. The customer laughs softly along with you, his eyes focusing on the cat in your hood.

“I can tell, I saw you moving furniture when I passed by earlier,” He reaches over to scratch the top of Dave’s head. “I’m guessing this is a cat cafe?”

You look around, noticing most of the cats have made their way up to your apartment. “I’ll go get the others for you,” You quickly rush to the deep green door that leads to your apartment and open it.

“Shake that bag right there for me. “ The customer does as you ask, and you watch as the rest of the cats immediately rush down the steps at the sound of treats. The customer’s eyes widen, a laugh erupting from his throat.

How cute.

“I see why it’s called the naked bean now,” He pets the few cats that make their way to him.

“Would you like a few minutes to look at the menu?” You question, motioning to the boards above you. He nods in response, reading the menu over a few times, while you wait patiently.

He’s very cute. He has a dark look but you can tell just from the way he reacted to the cats that he’s a softy all the way to the bone.

“I think I’ll have the house special waffle and the, uhm, caramel macchiato. Hot please.” He says, reaching into his pocket for his wallet. You nod and type his order into the screen to tell him his payment.

“Can I have your name?” You ask. You didn’t actually need his name for the order, as he was the only person in there, but he doesn’t need to know that.

“You can just put Woo,” he smiles slightly.

“Alright Woo, well I’m y/n. Nice to meet you,” You grin at him, noticing a slight blush that dusts across his cheeks.

Woo pays and sits down in the lounge where the cats have gathered while you make his order. You quickly wisk the batter for his waffle to pour in the maker to cook while you make his coffee. You decide to make yourself a macchiato as well, setting the two cups on a tray. Once his waffle is done you drizzle the house special honey glaze on it and set it on a plate. You grab the tray and rush over to where Woo sits, setting the tray down on the table and taking your spot back on the couch.

He quickly thanks you and takes a sip of his coffee. “Mm,” he hums in satisfaction. “I usually don’t drink macchiatos, but this..” His lips form a tight line as he groans in delight.

“Macchiatos are my specialty,” You chuckle, leaning back, careful not to crush the cat in your hood.

“I can tell, i’m definitely gonna be back after this.”

“Good, I could use someone coming in at this hour before I start to lose my damn mind!”

~♡~

very short and simple intro :) i didn’t wanna make this part too long. i hope u enjoyed. imma write more when i’m home

from work tomorrow <3

[fairieencounter]

——————————————————

Movie night 📧

Pairing: Woo Wonjae x Gender Neutral Reader

genre: fluff

Wonjae just returned from tour eager to spend some time with you. He suggest a movie night and you two start preparing food for tonight.

Wonjae smiles at you while you’re cutting up the chicken for dinner. “What’re you smiling at?” you asked while blushing. “Nothing you’re just so beautiful.” He looks away and grabs his phone. He puts the phone in front of you and him while it’s live. He talks to the live while hugging you from behind while you’re still adding ingredients to the chicken.

The comments are flooding in: “(Y/N looks so pretty...omg it’s (y/n)😖...Woo leave we want (y/n)”. “Hey guys, i’m just cooking dinner for our movie night tonight.” you move Woo’s gently and walk over to the stove while he continues to entertain the live.

“what are you guys watching?...omg i’m watching a movie too...you guys are so cute :)” more comments read.

You guys sit on your island, you on his lap and place the phone standing up and answer some questions. “How did we meet?” he reads off the screen while looking at you and pinching your stomach so you smile. “They were a manager at AOMG, and they were super nice to me. Always asked if I was ok and smiled and they were quite cute-“ “CUTE?” you look him trying to rearrange yourself off his lap ,but he has you in a slight grip near your pelvis area.

“Yes you were quite cute” he kisses your cheek. “And one day I decided to ask them if they wanted to go out and they said no.”

The comments rapidly going: “WHY...oh no :(...what else😯tell US”

“After he asked again, I said yes” you look at Woo smiling. “Yes, after the second time I asked they said yes. They were nervous about dating one of the artist ,but there was no rules against” He looks at you and smiles. “The chicken is done” you say and get up and show the viewers. You guys answer a few more questions before ending the live

About an hour later, mid movie while snuggled up to each-other you catch him peering down at you. You pretend not to notice and look back at the movie. “I like the way you smile when there’s something funny in the movie, it’s cute” he says looking down at you while you look back up at him. He plants a kiss on your forehead and brings the blanket up a little bit more to cover you just right.

[imaginesbymonika]

The 36 year old bachelor | Simon Dominic x Reader

Prompt: Jay is done with Simon complaining about being single, that’s why he decides to introduce him to his celebrity crush.

Warnings: fluff

A/N: I read almost every single SD Imagine, so I decided to write my own

Song to listen to while reading:

Jay cares for Kiseok. He truly does. They’ve known each other for so many years- Jay absolutely couldn’t imagine his life without him. But sometimes... he disliked his friend with everything he got.

“It’s like as if my relationship status is more essential than my work as an artist.”, Kiseok exclaims. Whenever he got frustrated, his Busan accent became more notable - and right now it was more prominent than ever before.

It was an accessory sentence.

“ “As one of the most crucial and thriving rappers of Korea, his heart is owned by to none other than the music.” ”, Kiseok reads out loud:” “It seems like, there is no room in his life for love, but-.” First of all, who says I don’t have time for a girlfriend?-.”.

“You do?”,Jay asks, and wrinkles his forehead:” You declare that in nearly every single interview.”.

Without paying interest to his friend's statement, Kiseok proceeds to rant:” Second of all, it isn’t my fault that I’m single- I just haven’t met the right woman yet.”.

Jay massages the bridge of his nose:” That’s because your standards are not only high but whenever somebody asks you about them you say - “look at Y/N, then you know what I want.”.

At the sound of her name leaving his lips, Kiseok turns his head around to face his friend. He stares at him for a few seconds, before he tosses the magazine into the bin next to the couch in Jay's office, before he storms out.

A few seconds later, Gray enters the room, his eyes are wide open:” What’s wrong with him?”. Jay simply makes a hand gesture, before standing up from his spot behind the desk:” He is constantly complaining about being single- but when he has the chance to date, I mean the line is long-“.

Gray nods. “He doesn’t make a move, I promise you- even if the perfect woman would stand in front of him. He would still not make a move.”.

“We need to get that man out of his shell.”,Gray says while sitting down on the couch. He looks at his friend. “And I feel like, I already know who to call.”.

Y/N debuted three years ago with a girl group under SM Entertainment. As the lead rapper, and oldest of the group she quickly had a specific reputation. She was admired by many, but she also had a few more haters than the rest of the girls due to her confidence and taste in fashion.

“Wait- I’m supposed to do what exactly?”, the young woman asks and her eyes widen. She sits on the opposite side of Jay’s desk and stares at him in confusion.

Jay and Y/N had met two years ago, backstage at an award show, and became friends nearly immediately. She told him, no matter what- she would always answer his calls. And she kept her promise.

“You’re like his ideal type.”,Jay explains:” I want to wake him up, from whatever bizarre trance he’s stuck in. Also, Y/N... Sources told me that you find Kiseok quite attractive as well.”.

“Oh shut up.”,Y/N mumbles softly while her cheek turns red. Jay let out a high pitch laugh, while his friend runs a hand through her hair.

“Okay, so we will go into the main area of this building-.”, he turns on his phone to check the time:” Right now, he’s probably eating with Loco and Gray.“. As they wander through the hallways he proceeds to clarify his plan:” Act like this-.”, he makes a hand gesture pointing from him to her:” is natural and no staged at all. Okay.”.

Y/N chuckles:” Sure.”.

“And that is why I truly believe-.”, Kiseok who takes a sip of his water stop talking and starts coughing. Gray and Loco both stare at their friend in surprise while Hyukwoo is the first one to react. He turns around and when his eyes land on Jay and Y/N he softly slaps Grays shoulder:” Would you look at that.”.

“Is that-?.”

“Y/N.”,Kiseok finishes his sentence before he takes another sip of his water: “This-.“.

He watches how Jay points at him as if he notices him for the first time and makes his way over to their table. Closely followed by the young musician.

„Hey.“.he says and smiles at Kiseok: “I wanted to introduce you to my good friend Y/N.”. She smiles and bows at him. He feels how his throat becomes dry, as he smiles back. He holds out his hand:” I’m Kiseok.”. “It’s nice to meet you, I am Y/N.”.

Later that evening, Kiseok drove to the small traditional restaurant Jay made a reservation at. He closes the door and thanks the Uber driver before he steps into the small building. When he can’t hear his friends, he furrows his forehead but continues to make his way towards the back room.

As soon as he walks through the door a sigh escapes his lips when he notices that only Y/N is sitting at the table.

“They’re not showing up, are they?”, he asks, making the young woman look up from her phone. She smiles softly but shakes her head. He nods and sits down in front of her.

“Can I be honest with you?”, she asks and Kiseok, who lays his jacket to the side nods. “I’m just here because Jay wants to prove some ridiculous point of his.”. Simon Dominic looks at her in confusion. “He said, that you’re often complaining about being single- but even if somebody like me, who is supposedly your ideal type comes along, you would still think twice. Because at the end of the day, you’re the one standing in your own way.”.

Kiseok stares at her, he opens his mouth slightly, but when no words leave his lips he closes it again. “If you want to take off, I get that. I truly do.”, she once again smiles at him, and grabs the menu card. After a few minutes, she puts it down again and when she sees that the rapper is still sitting in front of her she chuckles:” You’re not leaving?”.

“Why would I? A beautiful woman is sitting right in front of me. I would be a fool if I didn’t take that chance”.

Y/N’s eyes widen. “Don’t tell Jay, but he is right. I guess I’m just frightened. You see, I’m almost 37- the media characterizes me as some old bachelor. I don’t wish for that. I’m nothing like that. I’m simply terrible at dealing with rejection, so before anyone could do that- I’m dismissing every woman that comes my way. And well, there is another aspect, that he has right- you are my ideal type. So, I feel like I’m winning tonight.”.

Y/N chuckles. “But I’m serious, don’t tell Jay. He will never let me live that down.”.