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asraxfile · 4 months ago

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ғᴀᴠᴏᴜʀɪᴛᴇ ᴇɴᴇᴍʏ

sypnosis the hatred that had been pouring out for years between your and Karina's mafia was a bit exhausting. But your bad relations change one day when you and Karina decide to meet and change everything, alone.

pairing mafia leader!Karina x mafia leader!fem!reader

genre smut, fluff, enemies to lovers

warnings: sexual activity(strap-on, pussy eating, dirty talk), kissing, cursing, teasing, mentions of reader smoking, Karina and reader as switches

word count: 2.8k

It was a clear day in Seoul. Various clouds covering the bright sky as Karina made her way towards your building. With her men in black suits she looked at the camera on the front door. As it scanned her pretty face, she pierced with the look in her eyes, knowing you were the one watching on the other side of the camera.

Karina was the boss of the 2nd most powerful mafia in Korea. She wasn’t the type to get her hands dirty as long as she could keep the business going, but you were totally the opposite one. Surpassing the number of crimes committed compared to Karina’s mafia made you the number 1 in Korea. No one ever dared to step on your path, except Karina herself.

That’s the exact reason why both of your families have been longtime enemies throughout the far distant history. Both of you followed your family’s steps but many things need to be cleared on this day.

As she made her way out of the elevator’s long ride to your office that is positioned on the last floor, 12th floor, Karina walked through the long hallway with seriousness, kinda scaring your guards. But still they welcomed her in your office, eyeing her mysterious figure.

Karina wore a black short sleeved dress, with half of her back exposed, with laced black thighs and of course her detailed black suit with thin white stripes. Her dark brown hair was let down, matching the professionality in her face. The stomping of her thick heels on her boots stopped as she waited for your office door to open.

“Don’t come inside with me, I’ll be fine on my own.” Karina hissed at her guards, strict and sharp but they obeyed with her exact word. She watched your guards finally open the door as she stepped inside, being enlightened by the light out of your large window.

You were turned with your back as you sat on the chair, a little smoke could be seen coming out from behind. "So Karina," you began as you spun your chair towards the person you were expecting. Taking the last puff of your cigarette. "we meet again, who would’ve thought, right?" you smirked at the mafia president, Karina, as she slowly walked towards your table.

“Don’t be silly, both of us knew this day would eventually come.” Karina chuckled, holding her expensive Prada bag. You turned your gaze to your now long gone cigarette as you squeezed it into the ashtray. “That’s a really nice bag you have there.” you complimented as you got closer to the table and rested your arms on it, looking up at Karina. Curiosity splattered all over your face.

“It indeed is,” Karina starts, putting the bag in front of her on the dark wooden table of your office. “There’s a present for you in it,” you raised a brow at her state. “But you will get it later.” she released her fingers from the bag and crossed her arms, sizing you up carefully.

“A present? from Miss. Yu Jimin? for me?” leaning back on your chair, you mocked. In response Karina rolled her eyes. “Must be my lucky day, but should I be concerned or flattered?” you asked.

Karina’s lips slowly turned into a cheeky but a teasing smile, making you furrow your eyebrows. “It should be…pleasuring.” she exclaimed as you tried to understand what she meant by that. She slowly walked closer to you, the low click of her boots slicing through the silence like a knife.

Your eyes followed her every movement, and for a brief moment, the air between you felt heavier, thick with unspoken distant words. Karina placed her palms on the edge of your desk and leaned closer to your sitting figure, her face inches from yours.

The room seemed to get even quieter as Karina leaned into your space, the cool scent of her perfume blending with the faint smoke of your cigarette lingering in the air. Her gaze locked onto yours, the weight of her presence bearing down on you.

Through it all, Karina was always so unpredictable from your point of view, always so quiet but so unforgettable. That’s the reason why you were kinda terrified of her, but you loved her like that. Perhaps one of the main reasons to clear up all the bloodshed between your families is not just to make eternal peace between them, but to make you and Karina the most unforgettable and fearless duo, ever.

Her lips curved into a faint smirk, one that you loved to see the most. “You talk so seriously, yet you tremble when I’m this close.” her words pierced through your mind like a dagger, surprising you but you refused to show it. “Am I?” you mocked, slightly turning more towards her. “Cause I thought we were playing the same game.”

Karina’s breath hitched, slightly darkening her eyes, but keeping her teasingful grin. You straightened your back, moving forward to your enemy. “What is it, Jimin, looks like this game isn’t yours to own.” you teased, watching Karina’s chestnut brown hair fall to one side of her shoulder as she moved ever forward to you.

She placed a hand on your shoulder as a signal for you to move backwards with your chair. You didn’t flinch, you just obeyed under her touch. Karina’s smirk deepened, her confidence unshaken with the same serious look from the start. With a swift move, she leaned in to whisper into your ear.

“If I wanted to own you,” she said, her voice sounding like a predator trying to catch his prey, like a cat going for a mouse. She looked at you “you’d already be mine.” with the last said word, she quickly pulls you into a rough kiss, making you grunt in surprise. She groped your shoulders as she continued to kiss your soft lips, messing your face up with her lipstick, also crumpling your white shirt.

To obtain control, you roughly pull her in your lap as she sits on the middle of your thigh with her legs spread open, her dress lifting in a sudden movement. Your arms exploring her torso as Karina puts a hand on your neck, making you choke a little. Slowly she pulls away as she softly opens her eyes to look at you. Breathless, you could just smirk. “You’re always full of surprises, dear.” you flirt as you suddenly lift Karina up. Moving away all the things from your table and slamming her body down.

The sudden movement made Karina moan in slight pain in your ear which only aroused you more. Her legs wrapped firmly around your hips as she held your shoulders tightly, digging her black nails in your back. You attacked her neck with wild and rough kisses, sucking on her sweet spot leaving a fresh hickey.

“Hahh…L/n…” she moaned your last name out, trying to think but she couldn’t. As you move your kisses to her collarbone, you raise your head to face her. “Why so formal, it’s not like we’re strangers.” you exclaim, slowly tracing your fingers to the zip of her dress.

Karina gulped bluntly as she could feel the heat started to rise in her the slower you unzipped her black dress. “Who’s trembling now?” you teased, checking Karina out as you took off her boots and slid her laced thighs off her too. Karina now in a bra and panties.

You checked her out as Karina quickly sat up and pulled you closer by your black tie, making you kiss her all over again. She unbuttoned your shirt through the kiss and after she did, you started to slide them down her body again.

Karina enjoyed this too much, getting lost under your touch. You traced hot kisses down her chest, her stomach and finally you came to her panties. The coldness of your hands sent chills down her spine as she couldn’t wait anymore. She needed you, right this instant.

Slowly, you looked down in between her legs and brushed your cold thumb over the fabric of her panties, right over her pussy. Loving the little sounds Karina makes. Now it was her turn to tremble under your touch.

You slowly slid down the laced black pair of panties down her legs and did not hesitate to leave Karina waiting. Kissing her inner thighs, Karina rested one leg on the edge of the table and the other on your shoulder. You kneeled on the floor and pulled her hips closer, placing a tender kiss on her clit. Sucking and slurping Karina could feel the heat between her legs rise up even more with your each lick.

She gripped your hair, looking down at you with a furrowed expression as she moaned in pleasure. Karina rested on her elbows, rolling her eyes. You sure knew how to get this woman to obey.

Slowly sliding your tongue across her clit, you moved your head around a constant rhythm, making Karina’s already shaking. Then, slowly you insert 2 of your fingers deep in her cunt, making her release a loud moan. “Y-Y/n…right there…please, more-ah!” you pumped your fingers in and out of her, hitting her sweet spot as you looked at her. “C’mon dear, cum for me.” you whispered as you started licking her clitoris once again. A tear of pleasure sliding down Karina’s eye as she breathed out, finally cumming on your fingers.

You kiss her inner thighs as you raise your head up to face her, obviously smirking. “Cat got your tongue?” you teased as you watched her catch her breath. “Whoo….that was…hahh…really good.” Karina stuttered out, getting her legs off you and sitting up. You proudly chuckle as you sit in your chair.

“Hey, hey, what are you doing, baby?” she stood up, slowly walking to the front side of the table as you watched in confusion. “Tell me who said that…” she rummaged through her bag before looking at you again. “We were done…?” she pulled out a strap out of her bag, widening your eyes. “Ahh, so that’s my present.” Standing up you take off your black pants, throwing them aside as you walk towards Karina. “I’ll be glad to use it.” as you try to take the strap away, Karina back it away from your grip.

“Dear, you don’t use gifts, you receive them.” she exclaimed nastily, smirking widely at you.

The next thing you knew that Karina was fucking the shit out of you with that goddamn strap of hers. She bent you over your table and thrusted inside of you like she’d done it numerous times. “You like this?? Oh I know you like this, baby,” she teased, slapping and groping your ass tightly. You were a moaning mess, but you didn’t care, you wanted to show Karina you were hers and hers only. Suddenly, Karina slows down her pace, moving your hair to one side to kiss your neck.

Breathless, you couldn’t think. “Such a good girl for me, not even caring that our guards might be hearing your sweet little noises from behind the door.” she whispered deeply in your ear. “I’m gonna make you realize we belong together.” getting into position again, she started thrusting slowly, passionately and once again, roughly.

“Ahh…hahh…K-Karina…faster please!!” you begged and moaned Karina’s name, making her chuckle. Slapping your ass again she fastened her movements. Fucking you rotten like a bunny. Enjoying this view a little too much, looking down on you was always her job anyway.

“I can feel you’re close, y/nn, c’mon, cum for me." she fastened her thrusts even more as your moans got louder before you finally came on her strap. Your legs shaking as Karina pulls out, staring down at your gift and all the juices you splattered on it.

“Fuck Y/n, that was so hot.” Karina exclaimed as you tiredly sat on the edge of the table. Softly, Karina smiles at you as she kisses the top of your head, hugging your naked body. “So this is how we fix both family conflicts?” you asked, both of you chuckling.

“Be for real now, you are too desperate for me.” Karina teased back as you kissed her shoulder before looking at her once again. “And you’re nothing without me.” you peck her lips as both of you fall into a chuckle again.

When both of you got dressed up, you said your goodbyes with Karina and walked her towards the exit of your building. Feeling proud that both of your mafia’s are now on good terms all because Karina was your favorite enemy of all time. She had always been the one who pushed you to your limits, testing your patience and well being. Yet, there was a strange sense of tension between the two of you that no one could quite understand but you dearly cherished with only her.

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asraxfile · 29 days ago

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Wicked haunting.

sypnosis What happens after you fall in love with a ghost that's been haunting your new home for the past few months? Was she really just lonely or just wicked? genre horror, fluff? warnings kissing, darker themes(su!cide, killing and dead mentions), obsessed, toxic and manipulative, yanderesih Winter wc 10.7k

A/n: had this idea and before I fail it, I HAD to write it. Please dont read if you dont take themes like this easily, ty and enjoy readingg ^^

3.40AM

Dark was the night when you awoke from your dreams again. A loud thud of something made of glass falling to the ground filled the thunderous night. Rain roughly tapped on your bedroom window as you held the sheets tightly. Your cat Moonie, startled at such noise, also woke up and softly meowed at you. Exhaling deeply, you brush your hand over Moonie’s fluffy fur as she leaned in your touch. “What was that, Moonie, hm?” you whispered to her, uncovering yourself while sitting up.

Moonie was practically your only company since you moved into the new house. It was like a historical villa but smaller than the ones nowadays. It had an attic, upstairs, ground floor and of course— a basement.

The old fugly looking old man told you that the house made him go crazy— allegedly being haunted. Rumors like which spread ever since the first owner’s daughter committed suicide in these very walls. Hanging herself in the attic. Nobody knew why and nobody bothered to find out why. Her name—Kim Minjeong.

The old man’s voice echoed through your ear when you stood up and took your lantern that was next to your bed on the bedside table as you lit a match. The soft and comforting light of the little match sparkled over your face as you inflamed the candle and gently placed it into the black, stylish looking lantern.

“Never go to the attic at night, do you understand?” His raspy, barely understandable voice echoed through your head. You stood up and held the lantern high right in front of your head. It is the only light source for now. At times you flinched at the sudden thunder from the rough weather.

Why didn’t he want you to go up there all alone, especially at night?— you didn’t know. You didn’t even know if you wanted to find out, until you saw pieces of your vase leading to a certain point of the long hallway.

Before taking a deep breath, silence was too loud for situations like this. Feeling your heartbeat rushing continuously through your veins, rushing cold sweat through your forehead forming and Moonie was next to your bedroom door. Turning around you faced your fluffy russian blue gray cat. Her big green eyes and pupils being thin and elliptical. A meow echoed through the darkness once more as you smiled at her, “Be right back, Moonie, I’ll just check.”

After saying so, you turn back again and stare at the broken glass on the floor. Something twitched inside you. An unspoken fear you couldn’t exactly name at the moment. The eager feeling in the back of your head was telling you something you didn’t want to accept just yet—you weren’t alone in this house.

Slowly walking with your slippers, ankles naked and exposed, you slowly picked the glass up so nobody steps on it. Until, you hear a footstep.

Where? How?— turning around, Moonie was still sitting in the same position, licking her paws and cleaning the back of her ears. It was then realization hit you—someone was walking in the attic, right over your head.

Slowly, with your heart scaredly thumping in your ribs, you looked up at the small door that had to be pulled on the outside to have an entrance in the ceiling. On the outside meant it had to be pulled by you or anyone in the said hallway. Holding the risky sharp glass in your left hand and the lantern in your right you couldn’t speak, think or breathe for a second.

But curiosity won’t just kill a cat.

You rushed to the trash can and threw the glass away. On your way back you took a long stick with a twisted sharp hook on the end. It was time to delve deeper into the mystery of this house.

Pictured paintings falling on a random pale day or your stuff being in different places than where you’ve put them. Or even your cat as if having inner demons stared at the places where nothing was—it wasn’t just a coincidence.

Inhaling a brave breath, you lifted the hooked stick up and pulled the stairs for the attic down. So sudden but so twisted. A draft screamed through the halls from the wind blowing through the opened windows as your hair breezed away from your face. Nodding to yourself you took the first step of the stairs, then two, three, and so on.

Placing the lantern on the attic floor to gain some balance you quietly groaned while making your way up. Peaking your head through, you were met by dust flying everywhere and something that made your blood run cold through your veins. A rope, tightly tied to the attic wooden ceiling right in front of the window. Your breath hitches, but it will also be taken away when somebody’s starts to speak, someone that isn’t you.

“Took you long enough to come up here.” a soft spoken voice pierced through your ears as you flinched. Turning around you were also met by a female figure, she was leaning to your head in the entrance of the attic. Her face was as if made of porcelain and quartz and her eyes—as if they lived through death.

Your eyes were wide open and you were speechless. The female figure was grinning at you gently as she moved out of the way to let you in.

“Who are you?” you quietly ask, holding the lantern once again when you finally took a step on the wooden cold floor of the last floor. “me? oh sorry, I’m not much of an ‘effective intro’ person,” she started, brushing her brown short bangs out of her eyes. “Kim Minjeong, nice to meet you.” she held her hand out to shake it with you.

Kim Minjeong—the girl who died in these very walls, you remembered.

Your lips parted as your mouth started to dry. “but you…” you swiftly pointed your index finger at her. She playfully rolled her eyes as she wickedly eyed you. “Sorry if I bothered you these past days, I’m just…fascinated by you.” She said with honesty in her tone. Still a little confused, you scan her whole figure.

She wore a white cotton long sleeved shirt with rolled up sleeves and worn out low waist jeans. Her hair was a darker shade of brown, short to her shoulders with bangs covering most of her forehead. You would think she wasn’t this talkative but she somehow was.

Turning around, scanning the area, lighting through with your familiar lantern you felt twisted once again. Something was wrong but so far away to define it.

“So you’re…” you start, wanting to face Minjeong again but she was nowhere in your sight. Eyebrows furrowing and head tilting you look around until she appears upside down, floating before your eyes. "A ghost? Let’s say I am." her hair whipped through the moving as she tilted her head. Flying downstairs to the hallway, leaving you speechless. “Hey!” you called out to her, stumbling across your way back down.

“Hi Moonie, I finally met you for real.” she talked with your cat as you watched, confused and speechless. “Wait, so, if you’re a ghost, then it was you who has been messing with my head recently!” you knelt next to Moonie with Minjeong who was petting your cat insanely.

“Sorry, I’m what they would’ve called a poltergeist.” she stated, smiling gently. Though there was something off about her aura and the way she moved. It was so…welcoming but something was telling you she was a stop sign.

“How come I can see you?” you tried to touch her but only to be met by your finger going through her shoulder. Minjeong chuckled as she looked at you. “Well, I am only visible to those who believe in ghosts. That old man was surely over my head. God I’m glad he’s out of my house.” she confessed.

Smiling gently back at her, in response you say as you shrug your shoulders. “Well, he told me not to go up there alone and at night, maybe he knew there is a ghost here.”

Minjeong’s face relaxed, you two clicked together so fastly it was too much for both of your plates. “I figured by the fact he sold the house for such a cheap price.” she joked as you both laughed.

Taking a breath to contain each other you pet Moonie who was laying on her back, showing her tummy to you. “I’m actually very surprised you can see me. nobody has ever…believed in me.”

Minjeong’s tone shifted so suddenly it made you shiver, as if she was venting. “Well, It’s the kind of person I am.” nervously chuckling, you notice Moonie giving you a certain eye.

“I’m glad you are.” Minjeong answers, looking at Moonie.

As if she was uncomfortable, she grasped Minjeong's hand off when she petted her. As if the ghost girl was the start of a bad chapter of your life—or perhaps the last chapter.

What are you telling me, Moonie? You asked yourself, talking to her through thoughts as she curled up in your lap.

Yawning, you remind yourself of the time, “Oh, Minjeong, could you look at the clock and tell me what time it is?” your head peered at the clock above the desk, eyes struggling to define what time it is. Minjeong obeyed without a single word and flew towards the clock. She tilted her head while doing so before landing on her feet. “Quarter to 4Am”

Widening your eyes you brush your fingers through your hair. “I should sleep, promise me you wont break any more vases?” you pick up Moonie in your embrace, letting her claw her claws in the back of your shoulder as you slowly walk to the bed. “Yes ma’am” Minjeong said, straightening her palm as if getting a command.

With one last chuckle you and Moonie curl up together on the bed. “Thank you and…good night.”

Minjeong nodes as she flies away back into the attic, through the ceiling.

2PM

For the next 2 or 3 months you and Minjeong grew closer together.

She’d still mess with you but only to get your attention. As if she was getting to like you and know you more. And so did you.

Something about Minjeong made your timbers shiver, your blood rushing and reflexes being more active due to some coldness. On the other hand, you felt a gentle presence with her, she was as gentle as honey but as sour as candy.

Though your cat Moonie was getting even more suspicious. The more time you spent with Minjeong the more she started getting more aggressive when the ghost girl was around.

Today she even hissed at Minjeong. Her gray fur ruffled in an instant when Minjeong tried to pet her. Of course she couldn’t scratch, but she could speak. “What’s up Moonie, hm?” You gently asked.

While Minjeong stayed silent, still and listened to what you’re saying to the cat.

The awkward silence fell between the 3 beings as you gently put the cat down off your lap, letting her drink her daily dose of milk.

It was a weird morning for all of you, but for a second thought, you needed them as quiet as this.

“I don’t know what’s up, do you think…I did something wrong?” Minjeong’s eyes held an unspoken secret she couldn’t tell just like that. Her presence and aura became twisted. Either being a mystery or a secret. “Maybe she's still just getting used to you since you’re…dead.”

She tilted her head, looking at your freshly made breakfast. Keeping a serious poker face while sitting on the chair on the right from you.

She welcomed you in her original house so gently and she was so nice it made you feel a certain nostalgia from her. Though you knew she’s a living dead girl–moreover a ghost.

But you couldn’t not develop small feelings for her. It bothered you that you couldn’t touch her, hug her—kiss her?

It all wrapped in your head in a single thought.

You weren’t sure if she felt the same, but you were glad she was keeping you company for at least a little while. However, you have to admit—Minjeong said some disturbing things from time to time.

“You know…animals can sense things whether alive or not.” Minjeong mumbled while staring at you, who was taking a bite of your lunch. Right after you stopped in your trances and looked at her confusedly.

“Said what?” you waited through the chews. “Nothing,” she refused to say. “just saying she doesn’t quite like me.” your gaze fell on your lunch before looking back again. “Don’t say that, she’ll grow to like you I’m sure.”

Minjeong chuckled nervously as she let you eat in silence—knowing that wasn’t gonna happen any soon.

If only you knew you should’ve thought more about what signs Moonie was giving to you.

5.40PM

When evening fell upon the small town,a dazzling sight of sunfall colored the sky in pink colors and shades. With clouds making a peaceful delight. You stared outside the window while Minjeong slowly curled up next to you on your bed—watching the sunset together.

“Say Minjeong,” you start, leaning your head closer to her trying not to make it fall through. “When did you become a ghost?”

The question lingered through the air as well as your soft breathing. Minjeong peeked her head up from your shoulder as she stared at the sky—remembering.

“I think it was right when they buried me,” she stated, grasping the memory. “In the cemetery nearby, you probably saw it already.”, you nodded in understanding. The cemetery wasn't far from here so you knew where it was just like she said.

“And well I don't know how but ghosts lure the place where they died,” she fidgeted her fingers. “I hung myself in the attic.”

“Why did you?” Curiosity filled your tone but with a pinch of empathy. Minjeong took a second to rethink and recall her emotions until she was ready to answer you.

“Because my life was…horrible” she looked up at you—hatred filled her eyes, not sadness, hatred. “I hated them all, humans.” you felt your eyebrows twitch in reaction. “I wished them all suffering.”

Though your eyes didn't widen, they were surprised but stayed calm.

“I-I mean…” as if being caught she tried to explain, to get as much of your understanding. Her eyes looked away from yours for a brief second. “I was used to being…lonely even when I was alive. My parents would beat me up if I did something wrong and lock me in the attic.” her voice cracked.

“Just here, in this house, lonely. And they acted so innocent by…disappearing.” Minjeong looked down as you tapped her shoulder. She still felt the reassurance even if your hand could easily slip through her. “Disappearing?” you couldn’t help but to ask what she meant by her parents disappearing.

“Pretty sure they killed themselves too when I attempted…” Harsh words fell so easily off her lips, her expression was sad but she spoke so well— as if reciting. “It's so ironic because they were the ones who brought me pain and they took advantage of it.”

Both took a moment of silence to gather their thoughts. A draft breezed through the halls of the house. The sun was already down. It was just a question of time when the darkness of the night would fall onto the town too.

“I’m really sorry you had to live like that.” you comforted, seeing the sun almost being fully down. “But, is it better being a ghost?”

Your eyes reassured Minjeong’s state as you waited for an answer— letting your comforting aura swallow her despair.

“It might be for some. But even though I have more freedom, I still wish I lived a little longer.” Minjeong confessed before continuing.

“Maybe, if I lived longer I would’ve met…you, in person.” her eyes searched for yours as she finally got a reaction out of you. Your inner face muscles tensed up as your heart started to beat with a rhythm.

You swore you saw Minjeong’s eyes stare at you with the same feeling you felt at the moment. Slowly, she was starting to get closer and closer to you. Your breath hitched at her cold presence right in front of your face. Until, you swallow and let her do what she wants.

Minjeong kissed you—passionately and gently. Heartfelt, as if you're the only one for her no matter dead or alive. Her left hand intertwined with your right as her other hand cupped your cheek. Sliding her hand across the back of your head.

You melted into her touch. It was surreal you weren't able to touch her back. But the kiss was the only thing you felt with her.

Maybe it was the only thing you wanted to feel, but right now you wanted to enjoy it. Minjeong was getting even closer to you, making you fall on your bed. While laying on your back, Minjeong pulled you into a heated kiss once again, your body heating up as well. For a ghost, she was an excellent kisser.

Her presence was as cold as ice but it was like the kiss of death. As both of you gasped for air, Minjeong slightly smirked upon your figure while you just eyed her.

You chuckled against each other as Minjeong rested her forehead against yours, scrunching your nose against hers. Until your laughter was interrupted by your cat, Moonie.

Flinching at the sudden meow you exhale a relieving breath. You called out to Moonie. “Hiya Moonie, what's uppp?” with a cutest smile ever. Moonie just stood in front of the room entrance, carefully eyeing Minjeong. Her head perked up as Minjeong sat up on the bed.

As if the two were talking to each other through telepathy. Though you caught the glimpse of a constipated sharp look on Minjeong’s face. Her eyes were clearly focused on Moonie, losing its spark after kissing you. You swallowed thickly. Something about Minjeong felt… off. Like she was waiting for something— testing the waters.

Her eyebrows furrowed as you notice her tongue scrolling across her inner teeth and cheeks. It all felt so foggy. The change in the aura, it made you think, what was between these two?

“Minji?” The nickname fell easily off your lips. Minjeong’s head peered gently towards you, a small smile growing on her face. “Is everything alright?” sitting up you reassure her by the shoulder.

Minjeong’s gaze smiles at you with a hideous smile. “Of course!” She started, until glaring back at Moonie again. “Moonie just…interrupted us.” her words lingered in the air as if on a tight string. You grasp out of her embrace and stand up from bed,

“I'll go get her some milk,” you look back at her with a chill expression, not thinking much of their silent propaganda.

“Imma be right back” Though as soon as you stepped into the cold hallway, an eager silence swallowed the air. Minjeong tried to grip your wrist back but you left already, leaving her alone.

The soft distant noise of your voice calling Moonie’s name, trying to get her to come downstairs filled the silence of the house

Moonie, still rooted in place, didn’t move or didn’t even look at you. Her figure remained sitting still in front of your room, her big green eyes staring right back at Minjeong—intensely.

And Minjeong stared right back. As if Moonie knew what was on the ghost’s mind. Their gaze held something hidden and it wasn't such a good day to be just a cat. Until then, Moonie decided to walk away and hurry to drink her milk you prepared for her.

Alone in the poorly lit room, the ghost girl tilted her head, her grin slowly fading into something else—something she didn't plan on showing you just yet. Her eyebrows twitched and she exhaled sharply, her jaw tightening with every thought.

“oh Moonie…” she whispered to herself, her voice barely untreatable.

Then, with a sudden shift, her lips curved again—but this time, it wasn’t a smile. It was something strategic and darker.

“You’re in our way.”

The next day everything went very well. You woke up on the right leg and you were in a good mood. The sunlight wakes you up with a smile this time. But you needed to get out of the house to go to your college lessons. While packing your laptop and notebooks or anything you needed for today's lessons, you felt a pair of 2 ghost eyes on you right behind you.

“Do you have to go?” Minjeong playfully grumbled across the room. Flying closer to you, upside down she crossed her arms. Chuckling you take your wallet, holding a pair of coins in your hand before sliding it in. “Don’t worry Minji,” you poke her nose. “I’ll be back before you know it.”

Minjeong pouted while following you to the front door. Before leaving, you notice Moonie laying still on the couch and so you went to pet her. Moonie purrs against your touch, melting into your gentle grazes against her gray fur. Minjeong just eyed your every move, crossed arms while resting on the wall right next to the door.

When it is finally time to leave, you kiss Minjeong goodbye and close the door behind you, locking it and hiding the key in the boots on the terrace

If only you knew leaving for college would be your biggest regret for today’s day.

6.30PM

Lessons were pretty boring as usual and your professor was just babbling and yapping. Your head rested on the edge of your palm, looking at the blackboard and the chalk written notes on it.

When they were finally over all of your lectures, you looked at the watch on your wrist. You walked down the quartz staircase and headed home. The fresh evening breeze washed over your hair, your muscles relaxed at the February coldness but tense up again right after you bumped into a familiar man.

The old rusty man who sold you the house. “Oh! I’m sorry mister, are you alright?” you worried with a nice tone as he rubbed the top of his head with a chuckle. “Don’t worry I’m fine. Are you getting comfortable in your house?” he looks up at you with a curious look.

With a tense smile you reply back, “Ah yes, I certainly am.” with the last said word, the old man becomes quietly furious. “I don’t believe you.” he started. Taking you by the wrist to whisper a secret in your ear. You tried to grasp away but you couldn’t shake the feeling of curiosity that fueled inside after he mentioned your beloved ghost girl—Minjeong.

“I know you’re experiencing paranormal activities there.” how did he know?—you thought.

“I forgot to mention you something, and that is that they girl who committed suicide didn’t just end herself–she also killed her parents.”

The sour feeling at the back of your head formed when he told you those words. Your mouth began to dry out of realization as your eyes stayed still. Muscles tensing up as you looked at the old man’s serious expression—he was telling anything but lies.

“But she isn’t doing much just…moving stuff… around.” you state while fishing for the words, the man gently pulled away from your wrist. “I’m telling you to be careful so she doesn’t do something…out of nature.”

The old man’s words repeated in your head as you walked home, each step feeling heavier than the last. The thought of Minjeong killing her parents compared with the soft-spoken, interesting girl you had grown so close to. Could she really have done something so horrifying?

Or even better question to ask yourself—who was lying between the two, her or him?

Your house formed ahead, its windows glowing faintly in the dark. You swallowed the lump in your throat, pushing the doubt aside. No, you told yourself. She wouldn’t hurt me.

Unlocking the door, you stepped inside, greeted by the familiar chill in the air. “I’m home,” you called, slipping off your shoes. Silence. That was odd—Minjeong always greeted you, either by floating in front of you dramatically or making some sarcastic comment about how long you took.

Then, you noticed it.

The house felt odd—different. The air was heavier, almost suffocating. A strange silence fell upon the house. Your eyebrows furrowed as you stopped in your trances. “Minji?” you called out the mysterious ghost girl while looking around. Your eyes searched for your russian blue gray cat, maybe on the sofa sleeping or eating in the kitchen.

But Moonie was nowhere to be seen, especially not from her usual spot.

It was hanging so weirdly off your mind that you tilted your head in confusion. Until you heard a familiar draft—an intro to Minjeong’s presence. The coldness surrounded the room as you looked up. Minjeong walked softly towards you and gave you a hug. “You’re back.” she exclaimed with a smile and kissed you on the cheek. A smile creeped on your cheeks as you melted into her touch, but like the salty feeling on a fresh wound you couldn’t shake off the feeling something was off.

“Hi, Minji.” you replied back, walking to the kitchen. Before you could ask immediately, Minjeong bombarded you with unusual questions that weren’t as much in her nature. “How was college? I never asked you which one you are going to? Do you go everyday cause this is the first time you went?—” Your lips parted at her expression. Minjeong was leaning on the kitchen counter with a smile on her face and eyes widened with curiosity—as if she wanted to keep you distracted.

“O-oh well, I’ll answer everything but I have a question for you.” Minjeong straightened her back, tilting her head. “You didn’t happen to see where Moonie left? she’s not here how I see.”

Distracted from what?

“Oh…” Minjeong mumbled, looking at the direction you were darting your eyes at, Moonie’s small bed next to the couch. “Well…” she tries to form a sentence as you wait. “Did she go outside or?” a possible answer creeped through your words. “Yes! I think I saw her going outside, she didn’t come back yet though.”

Distracted from the fact you won’t be seeing Moonie ever again.

“Oh, I see.” you look down at your bag with your laptop and stuff you brought to today’s college lectures. “Well I hope she comes back till dinner, I brought her a little snack.” you take out Moonie’s favorite fish food she usually ate for dinner. In response Minjeong fakes a smile, “I’m sure she will.”

9PM

As the evening stretched on, you couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling in your stomach. Moonie never stayed outside for this long—she hated the cold. Even refusing to go outside this late even if she was with you. A pit formed in your stomach as you moved toward the front door, slipping on your jacket.

“I’m going to look for her, I’ll be right ba—” you said, reaching for the handle.

Minjeong, who had been lingering unusually close, tensed. “I don’t think that’s a smart idea,” she murmured, her voice soft yet firm.

You paused, turning to face her. “Why not?”

She hesitated for just a second, tightening the grip on her crossed arms. “It’s late. You’re tired. You don’t have to—”

But you were already stepping outside, the crisp air hitting your face as you fast walked to the porch. Your heart pounded heavily as your eyes scanned the yard, searching for any sign of your green eyed cat. Then, something caught your attention near the side of the small garden. Since it was dark you turned on the backyard light.

The harsh wind breezed, owls howling and brief silence of the night. Slowly walking through the garden something caught your eye. A group of flies, beetle ants and other corpse eating bugs gathered around a certain spot in the dirt.

A long gray but thin bulge that looked like a cat's tail, surrounded by insects that were curiously digging deeper into the earth to eat as much rot as possible.

Your breath hitched, your hands crashing to your mouth.

“Moonie?” Your voice cracked, barely a whisper. “Oh no, no—”

Rushing forward, you collapsed on your knees in front of her. Moonie’s body lifelessly laid in the sour dirt. Her fur is much darker from dirt and her once-bright green eyes were dull and empty. You tried to reach out with trembling hands, but you couldn’t. A choked tear escaped your throat and slipped off your eyes.

Behind you, Minjeong sighed. “I told you not to go look.”

Your head snapped up. The cold that had been lingering in the air thickened, suffocating. The same one like earlier after coming home.

Minjeong stood right behind you, looking down, her hands brushing over your hair, tangling small circles through. Her expression— unreadable. The usual warmth in her eyes had faded into something distant— something she expected.

“You knew she was here?” Your voice cracked between sorrow and anger. Kneeling down in front of the scene. “I did,” Minjeong admits, her voice managing to be soft spoken even through a moment like this. You stood up, finding comfort in her embrace. “But I knew how much she meant to you,” she gripped your shoulders as you cried silently.

“I didn't want to trouble you.” The thought of your cat, who has been by your side ever since you started living alone—your familiar, dead in front of you. All for what?, you weren’t sure how it happened. You clenched your fists. “Still, why didn’t you tell me?” you whispered, your voice calming down even under the grief.

Minjeong sighed, resting her chin on your head. “Because you would’ve looked at me differently.”

Your figure stiffened at those words. With a slow move, you pull away just enough to look at her face. “What do you mean?” eyes furrowed and eyebrows tightened.

She gazed at you, a quiet disturbance in her eyes as they looked at yours. As if there was a thunderstorm forming in her eyes, meeting the sun.

“You already suspect me, don’t you?”

Her words sent a cold chill down your spine and through your veins. It’s true—You had been doubting her ever since you met her, and the old man’s warnings just fueled the burning feeling in your heart

You wondered if she was truly who she claimed to be. But you never wanted to believe or admit it— you couldn’t.

Minjeong’s hands cupped your cheeks, forcing you to look at her. Her touch was freezing, but her eyes were warm, pleading. “You love me, don’t you?”

Your eyes fell down. “I… I do.”

“Then believe me.” Her thumbs brushed away your tears, her voice soft, hypnotic. “I never wanted to hurt you.”

“But Moonie—”

“She didn’t like me,” Minjeong interrupted gently, tilting her head. “She’s just a cat,” harsh words fell off her lips so easily. “She didn’t like us.”

Her voice wavered, breaking at the last word. You watched her, torn between the horror of her confession and the pain in her expression.

It was so easy to get lost in her—her presence, her voice, the way she made you feel like you were the only thing that mattered. But then again, the feeling only you mattered terrified you more than anything.

“Minjeong I…” you slowly walked with her to the entrance of your house. “I don’t know what’s happening at the moment. Ever since I met you things have been really…out of nature.” your saddened gaze locking with Minjeong’s who was dead serious.

After getting inside, silence occurred between the two of you. Your mind washed over the fact you have to bury your cat—since she deserved it the most without doubt.

Until, Minjeong asks you,

“Is that what he said?”

Your mind went blank, stopping in your walk to the upstairs as you swiftly moved to face her again. “The old man I mean, did he tell you that?” her presence was now—unwelcoming.

It felt as unwelcoming as the times she was messing with the stuff in the house, acting like a real poltergeist. Your eyes, wide open, scanned her figure that was just waiting for your answer right down.

You tried to form at least a yes or no answer, but stutters just left your mouth.

“After all we’ve been through,” she takes a step closer to you on the stairs. “After all the things I’ve told you about myself,” another step.

“You still doubted my love.” now she had you completely—hopeless. “I-I’m just not sure who to believe, not like I can do anything about it—” you tried to explain, taking a step back, but Minjeong just stepped forward. Crushing your mind and soul.

You’d lie if you said you didn’t grow to love the ghost girl—you really did, but right now,

“If you really love me, you’d believe…”

you were feeling pretty sick.

“me.”

Minjeong was dangerous in ways that you desired, a desire for change and something eternal. “You love me, don’t you?” she whispered.

You whispered, “I do” with your breath hitching.

She shushed you softly, her thumbs brushing away your tears. Her forehead against yours. “I love you, too,” she murmured, her voice hypnotic, intoxicating you, “But we can’t be together if you choose someone else.” A shiver crawled up your spine. “I don’t want to be alone anymore.”

“Minjeong you’re not alone, you have me—” “But you’ll leave, just like everyone else.”

You swallowed hard, feeling the weight of her words settle into your chest. “W-what are you saying, I would never—”

“Oh but you eventually will, dear.”

she cut you off, her grip tightening just slightly. Her eyes dug into yours, deep and unreadable. “You’ll grow older,” she continued, "your life will change, and I’ll still be here. Alone, watching you slip away from me, just like everyone else.”

Her words wrapped around you and your feelings. Like a snake wrapping its body tightly to suffocate its prey to death. “Minjeong…” Your voice whispered.

She smiled, but this time it was gentle, almost reassuring. “You don’t have to go through that. We don’t have to go through that.”

The lights flickered, shadows creeping at the edges of your vision. The air felt too thick, pressing against your skin.

“We can be together forever,” she whispered, guiding your hands into a hug, her fingers ghosting over your figure. Hugging you while her fingers draped over your waist and upper back. “Just you and me.”

Her grip was ice cold, but the warmth in her voice made you weak to your knees. “You’d never have to wake up in a world where I don’t exist.”

Your heart pounded. “I really love you, Minji. I do.” you grip her cheeks. “But promise me…” starting your eyes held hesitation. “Anything, I’ll do anything for you to stay.” her eyes sparked a sense of glow and hope at your words.

“Promise me Moonie is in good hands now.” Your words still full of tears at the change of events, Minjeong tenderized her expression—softening. “I’m sure if you’re happy, she’s happy too.”

A smile formed on your face as you worriedly looked at her eyes, with tears of joy. “There we go.” she whispered, chuckling back as she moved a strand of hair from your face. “Now…do you trust me? be honest, love.” though before you could answer she gently took your hand and led you towards the familiar hallway—to the attic.

As if hypnotized, your eyes followed her all the way. “I do, please believe me.” you begged, your words convincing Minjeong. Minjeong just smiled at you, offering her hand to climb on the attic.

“I knew you’re the one.” Minjeong whispered as you gently grasped for her hands, going to the attic, the door unnoticeably closing with each step taken.

“I’ll finally be able to hug you for real.” she mumbled, leading you to something she also had done, years years ago. “Or kiss for real,” you teased, chuckling at your words.

Before the last action, Minjeong’s taller figure takes you in for a last kiss.

A kiss of death.

Feeling something rusty but clothed wrap around your neck, you gasped for air. “It might hurt, love, I apologize in advance.” Minjeong exclaimed as she pulled the rope tighter, lifting you higher as your reactions muffled your attempts for breathing the air.

“But I know you can take it, my love, stay still.” she reassured as she watched your body losing its spark and just hung.

Hanging from the same place Minjeong hung off when she committed.

Suddenly, after a minute or 2 of silence, Minjeong saw your soul fall to the ground. With an evil chuckle she lets go of the rope and walks over to you who was leaning on your arms.

Your hands were— see-through, the same as Minjeong’s hands. You were no longer you.

Your body was now transparent and fragile as glass. The world before you had faded into a haze of muted colors and distant voices, none of them your own.

Minjeong stood before you, her eyes gleaming like stars—sharp and cold. The cruel smile she wore was not the same one she had shown when she first touched you, when you were alive. No, this one was different. It was the smile of a victory— a lover who had won in the self twisted way.

"You thought you could escape," she whispered, her voice now a soft, haunting lullaby in the silence of the attic. "But you are mine now. I’ll take good care of you." Minjeong grasped over your cheeks as she kissed you, feeling the smoothness of your lips. Realizing what her plan was you didn’t know if you were impressed or perhaps, disappointed. There was no escape now, no light and no solutions.

Your existence was completely committed to her, only her. “You wanted this moment to happen too, didn't you?” Her breath ghosted against your ear.

Your lips parted, the word forming, the final choice lingering between your heartbeat and the silence.

“I feel I did.” you nervously smiled,

Minjeong also smiled back, and the last thing you felt was her arms pulling you into a final, eternal embrace.

Eternal love with no escapes, no light and no solutions.

A wicked love streamed by haunting—a wicked haunting.

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asraxfile · 5 months ago

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ᴍʏ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ sᴇᴄʀᴇᴛ

sypnosis: you just can't seem to get away from your sister's ex best friend, Aeri. Though she loves you too, she would never let you in though. pairing: non-idol!Giselle x fem!reader genre: angst warnings: just a casual situationship with giselle, kissing, giselle is kinda mean??? wc: 1.4k

a/n: I was heavily inspired by Giselle's drama trailer and her solo song Dopamine. AND I JUST REALIZED THE SONG CASUAL FROM CHAPPEL ROAN CAN BE USED FOR READERS POV AND DOPAMINE FOR AERIS POV. Enjoy readingg ^^

“Aeri my sister will be done showering soon we can’t-” You gasped out, trying to push Aeri away as she kissed you on the lips. If there was one thing you hated in the world it would be that you have to hide the situationship you have with Aeri.

“Hush, love, let me take care of you.” She whispered out in your ear as you kissed her back, needy and desperate for her touch.

You were Aeri’s prettiest problem.

Aeri stopped being friends with Becky just a while ago and their fight is still pretty fresh. Knowing your sister, Becky, she was always kind of two-faced towards not just Aeri but also to everyone too. During the time they were still friends, you developed a certain situationship with her, without Becky knowing. Since Aeri is no longer welcomed into your home, she tends to sneak in your room through your window anytime she feels like it.

Aeri wanted you, badly, but she could never let herself let you in though.

The kiss became rough and heavy. The tension getting hotter with each touch shared with only her. Her soft dark red lips danced with yours like a forbidden dance. A forbidden dance under the moonlight, in your room, every night, only you two knew how to dance. Aeri really knew how to get you in your feelings and you loved it.

You pulled her closer, wrapping your arms around her neck as she slid her hand under your shirt. Feeling her cold hands from walking outside in the deep night fog made you feel chills slide down your spine. Your hands tangled in her hair, tugging gently as the kiss deepened, her lips pressing harder against yours.

The soft moan that escaped you only fueled the fire burning between you and Aeri. Pushing the moment further as her hand slid higher, her fingertips brushing just under the band of your bra. The little moment of intimacy swallowed you both whole, like a secret shared only between your bodies, no words needed, just the sound of soft gasps and the rhythm of hearts racing together.

Aeri’s fingers paused, teasing at the edge of your skin, a question in her touch that made your breath hitch. You answered her with another kiss, your lips moving against hers with all the want and need you felt in that moment.

Suddenly, she breaks the kiss to gasp for air as she holds an icy eye contact with you. Her eyes, serious and solemn, looking at your desperate and pleading eyes. Aeri smirked at your state as she backed away from you, still sitting on your bed.

How could she play with you like this, without even saying a word? Sick and tired, you wanted to say something, but you loved her so much.

“Aeri I…” Eyeing her presence, you found it hard to speak. Her gaze pierced through your heart, she tilted her head in confusion. “What exactly are…we?” The question finally popped off your lips, patiently waiting for her to answer. Aeri looks away for a moment, her expression unreadable. What did you actually mean by that question?

"Does it really matter?" she finally answers, her voice soft but annoyed with meaning. Her answer made you widen your eyes at her. “I thought you knew I’m not…” She quiets her words, looking away then looking back at you again. Awkward silence drained you impatiently. “You’re not what??” Asking her, you furrow your eyebrows.

“I mean like, I thought you knew I’m not into…you know…commitment stuff?” Her words hung in the air like a weight between you. The sting of her coldness cut deeper than you'd expected, but it wasn't new. Aeri had always been like that, elusive, hard to pin down, always playing games with anyone. Yet hearing it so meaningless hurt in a way that made your chest tighten.

You swallowed hard, trying to make sense of the emotions you were feeling inside your brain and heart. "Don't overthink this." she said, her voice more comforting now. "You know how I feel and I know how you feel. It doesn't have to be complicated." Her hand reached out, brushing a lock of hair behind your ear, but her words felt cold, detached.

Your heart cried at her words. "Doesn't have to be complicated?" you echoed, frustration working up inside you. "But it is complicated, Aeri. I can't just... keep doing this like it’s nothing. Hiding. Pretending like it doesn't affect me."

She sighed, pulling back as if the conversation was becoming an inconvenience. "Why are you making it a big deal?" she raises her voice slowly, standing up from your bed, running a hand through her hair. "I thought we were just having fun."

"Aeri, it's more than that for me," you said, your voice shaking. "You sneak into my room in the middle of the night, you kiss me like... like you need me, but then you act like it doesn't mean anything. You can’t just keep stringing me along."

Her face furrowed completely, the playful, teasing expression gone. “Please tell me, do you want us to be a thing or not?” your voice broke out the sadness and confusion you were feeling. Looking at her in the eyes,

"I'm not stringing you along," she said, her tone firm. "I told you from the start—I don't do commitment. I never promised you anything and never will." What bothered you the most is her avoiding the question.

The lump in your throat grew as the reality of her words hit you. She never lied about what she wanted—or didn’t want. But you had hoped, maybe even convinced yourself, that things could change. That she might want more with you.

Aeri's gaze softened just a little, but it wasn't enough. "I do care about you, deeply" she said quietly, her voice losing some of its edge. "But I can't be what you want me to be." She patted your shoulder.

"I don’t think I can keep doing this." you said, your voice barely above a whisper, holding in your tears like a dam.

Aeri's eyes flickered with something, something she didn’t feel with anyone like this before—regret, maybe?—but she didn’t stop you as you pulled away, standing up and making a distance between the two of you. She stood there in your room, the familiar scent of her still lingering in the air, but the warmth between you felt like it had faded into a cold atmosphere.

She didn’t say anything as you moved toward the window, your heart aching as you opened it for her one last time.

With one final look, Aeri climbed out, disappearing into the night, leaving you alone in the cold silence of your room. Of course she regretted what she said, but she was doing it all for you, for herself and for the sake of both of you.

She was almost halfway to her home when she broke out a tear, a tear that showed how she actually loved you like you loved her.

But even she knew, she could never let you in though.

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asraxfile · 18 days ago

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24, 34 and 46!! For karina please🥰😹 I just NEED some flufffff :,)~~ thanks and please do take you time☝️🤓

Love talk - flirting with Karina

sypnosis: it all started as a joke, but Karina keeps winning your heart with her cheesy but flirty answers. genre: fluff scenario: 24(flirting competition) dialogues: 34 "I missed you for whole day." "Oh so you won't miss me tomorrow?" & 46 "Can you feel my heartbeat? It beats for only you." wc: 0.3k

A/n: I sure did take my time LMAO SORRY but I hope you like it. Enjoy reading and ty for requesting ^^

Firstly it all started as a joke, until in expanded to something more—a game neither of you wanted to lose. It was addicting, the back-and-forth, the cheesy words— everything

Tonight was no different from your usual dates. The café was dimly lit, casting a golden orange glow on Karina's face. As your conversation went on, it came to a point where you two would tease each other while flirting. You watched as she took a sip of her iced coffee, her lips curling into a smirk as she placed the cup down.

“You know, I missed you for the whole day,” she said, her voice smooth, laced with something playful.

You raised a brow, matching her teasing energy. “Oh? So you won’t miss me tomorrow?”

Karina tilted her head, eyes gleaming under the soft lights. Her eyebrows furrowed, but she won't let you temper her that easily. “Will you give me a reason to?”

Her words sent a tender feeling through you, but you refused to let her win that easily too. You shot back, leaning on the wooden table. “I think you’re the one who keeps finding reasons.”

Karina’s fingers tightened against the cup as she chuckled. “I can’t help it,” she stated, her gaze shooting through your eyes for just a second. “Have you seen yourself?”

You rolled your eyes, but the feeling of heat on your cheeks was obvious what her words did to you. She was good—too good. But if she wanted to play, you’d make sure she’d remember who she was up against.

Reaching for her hand, you guided it to your chest, pressing her palm right where your heartbeat pounded. The moment her skin met yours, you felt her stiffen just slightly. Her eyes slightly widened.

“Can you feel my heartbeat?” you softly spoke, drawing her in. “It beats only for you.” For a second, Karina was quiet. Her breath hitched, her teasing expression flickering into something unreadable. The café noise faded, and all you could hear was the faint sound of both your breaths mixing in the air between you.

Her fingers curled slightly against your chest, her touch barely there as she leaned in closer—so close that her lips brushed against your ear.

“Then I guess I better take care of it,” she murmured, voice like honey, sweet and dangerous.

And just like that, she won again.

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asraxfile · 5 months ago

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asraxfile · 3 months ago

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𝕽𝖊𝖆𝖘𝖔𝖓 𝖎𝖓 𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖞 𝖕𝖚𝖑𝖘𝖊

𝖘𝖞𝖕𝖓𝖔𝖘𝖎𝖘 once you discover a bloodsucking history of the gothic castle in your town, you and Karina seem to get closer for odd reasons. 𝖕𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌 vampire! Karina x fem!mortal!reader 𝖌𝖊𝖓𝖗𝖊 fluff, dark themed?? 𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 cursing, suggestive?? kissing, slight yandere, compliments and slightly protective Karina, blood, gore 𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖉 𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖙 3.5k

“Okay class, settle down and get your books out.” the new history teacher exclaimed as he tapped on his table, repeatedly trying to calm the talking of your classmates. As everyone obeyed and took their time to take out their history textbooks and notebooks.

Since your designated seat was next to a window, you gladly gazed outside whenever the lesson got boring—most of the time. Outside was a sight you always found interesting. An abandoned castle on the highest hill of the town.

A tall, dark gothic castle with large gates, 3 times bigger than an average human and larger than most cathedrals. One of the bigger towers was so high the top wasn’t even seen from the clouds. It was a magnificent castle.

Something about it was really weird, like it carries a secret nobody explored yet. An uncovered secret or perhaps—a mystery?

“In today's lesson we will talk about the great war that happened in our town many centuries ago.” the teacher announced. Showing the presentation on the projector.

Your gaze lingered around the room, but it stayed on one particular pupil that sat right on the other side of the classroom where sun never hit the corners— Yu Jimin.

You thought of her the same way as the gothic castle. Mysterious and tempting—as if something was pulling you towards her. There was always something off with her vibe. She was always so pale and nobody ever saw her eat anything from the school food. Or the fact that she never comes to school on really sunny days except when it’s cloudy or rainy.

The most fascinating thing about her were her utterly sharp teeth. When she smiled at the joke some of her friends made, her smile was the most genuine but also the most terrifying sight to see. And her eyes, they were brown—no, are you seeing a slight burgundy color in them? hazel? furrowing your eyebrows you gazed at Karina like she was the world’s miracle.

What color were her eyes again? you asked yourself before turning back to the teacher.

“...towards the eastern part of the town. Does anyone know what was also one of the most important ways our city protected itself during war?” the teacher asked, holding the dry chalk between his fingers.

Looking around, he sees a hand raised, the class nerd wanting to answer. “Anyone else?” he joked, but no one laughed. Therefore after some seconds he lets the nerd speak.

“The citizens captured the opposing soldiers and locked them up in the castle on that hill.” he showed outside the window. Everyone’s head turns to look outside as you widen your eyebrows. “Correct!” the professor jumped with his tone, walking around the classroom.

“Because of our ancestors, they believed in many folklore legends all depending on the region of living.” He turns around towards the pupils in the middle, adding a legato in his tone.

“Your grandparents or parents probably already told you who our citizens in the east believed in, any ideas?” he asks once again. You’ve remembered the words of your grandma who told you stories about those creatures who walked upon our city, immortal and bloodsucking nature.

The nerd raises his hand once again, leaving the professor with no choice but to let him answer,

“They believed in vampires.”

The room fell quiet, it all made sense now.

“and so they thought if they locked the soldiers in that castle, vampires would kill them and save the town.” The sound of the professor's ramblings and yappings felt distant.

Vampires. You didn’t wanna jump into conclusions so rushingly. Firstly, you will have to explore what there is to find out.

But those words never felt so right when describing her. Like a puzzle finding its piece, so light but right.

Later after classes you had a free period. Without further ado, you decided not to go home but to visit the school’s library— yearning for answers.

You asked the library lady to give you the book about folklore creatures and the history of the castle in the hills as you asked to extend the loan for another 3 weeks.

The books were heavy but you could handle it. As you were leaving, without watching where you’re walking, suddenly you bumped into someone. A groan of shockness escaped your mouth as the books fell on the hard floor, directly making a loud noise.

“I-I’m sorry I didn’t see you–” before finishing, you look at the person you weren’t expecting to bump into. Yu Jimin.

Your mouth stood slightly opened, speechless you blinked at her presence. The light of the sunset peeked through the windows of school, but you two were in the corridor's shadow. “Don’t worry I didn’t see you either.” she politely said, kneeling down to help you pick up your books, only to stop upon seeing the titles of them.

“Were you also interested in today's history lesson?” With visibly curiosity in her eyes, she smirks at you as she stands up. Handing you the books, you thank her. “Yeah, those things are the only thing keeping my attention in class.” Karina chuckled at your comment as she started slowly walking with you towards the stairs.

“Do you think all those creatures exist? most people don’t believe in them.” Karina starts the conversation, oddly unusual if someone asked you, but you didn’t mind. You weren’t exactly friends with Karina, but you also weren’t enemies—she was just…there at some point in your life.

“Well, if you ask me, there’s nothing to believe or not about those things.” your words made Karina tilt her hair. The locks of her dark hair falling off her shoulder in such movement. Blinking a few times you thought of the right words to explain.

“I mean like they just exist, you don’t have to believe in it or not cause they’re just real.” you started to yap as Karina listened carefully. At times adding a comment or two at your statements.

As if she wanted to listen to you forever talk about your theories, as if she was as interested as you in folklore creatures or perhaps—knew something more than you about it?

Stopping with Karina in the school’s exit, the sun was already down. The cold January fog covered the streets, sending shivers down your spine. “I’ve always liked your clear mind,” Karina stammered out, giving you a loving smile.

You could’ve sworn you saw a spark within them. “But why are you so interested in the castle?” bluntly she asks, as if she had heard this story more than a million times.

With a swift move, you turn your direction towards the dark gothic castle that could be seen from a far away place. “The castle…” you mutter out before turning back to Karina. “I know it’s a place to be explored, and I’ll find out why.” bravely you exclaimed, making her chuckle once again.

Karina whispered something out but you didn’t exactly hear what she said under her breath. “What was that?” you ask, leaning an inch closer to her. “Oh nothing,” she flinches in her trance, “I zoned out for a moment.” silence fills the air between the two.

Karina smiled at you yet again, and you awkwardly returned it. “Well, Y/n, it was nice talking to you.” she thanked you before leaving in a different direction. “I’ll see you tomorrow in school.” not leaving you a second to answer her.

She was definitely hiding something—you thought as you stared at her walking figure, the fog slowly covering her presence.

Next day in school the air was thicker than usual. The wind blew stronger and the clouds were slightly gray, but it didn’t look like it was going to rain soon. You sat still in your seat, next to the large window. Your hands roamed the old paper of the borrowed book.

Your eyes traced along the chapter list, hoping to find something about vampires during that time when suddenly someone barges its arm on the table right above the large book. You flinched at the sudden movement and looked up at the person and when you recognized who it was—your stomach flipped.

“Goshh Y/n you’re so old fashioned,” The blondie called out, her being one of the top people who made your life a little harder to deal with—Taeha.

Immediately, like lightning striking a tree, you pierced with anger through Taeha’s eyes and exhaled in disappointment. “Wait, is that…oh my god don't tell me you’re researching that fugly looking castle.” Taeha and her minions laughed like wild hyenas ready to eat a baby zebra.

Furrowing your eyebrows you wished nothing good upon her, she was truly a bitch. If only she could disappear forever, it would make most pupils ' lives better, you thought before snapping out. “Unlike you I actually wanna learn something other than picking my nose at someone else's business when bored.” The class erupted in shocking muffling, making the blond bully annoyed as she clicked her tongue. “Ugh, there you go at it again. I bet you don't even have anyone's business to poke into.” Continued Taeha.

With a slow move, she leans closer to you with a slight sarcastic face as she leans on her hands on the table. “You know, Y/n,” her voice became dead serious.

“It's honestly a miracle you even show up here every day. If I was you, I’d probably just throw myself off the nearest bridge. Not like anyone would notice. Maybe not even your family.”

The words hit like a punch to the gut. A few gasps erupted from nearby classmates and the room fell eagerly quiet. Taeha’s minions exchanged nervous glances, even though they didn't expect her to go that far.

Your heart pounded as shame and anger battled within you as you stayed speechless. You didn’t know what to think, you hated her with your whole heart but her words hurt. “Seriously,” Taeha continued, her voice dripping with cruel satisfaction. “Are you gonna cry right nowww, awhhhh” she faked the sadness in her tone as she continued.

“That’s enough, you bitch” suddenly a deep demanding voice cursed out from behind you, standing right in front of Taeha’s group across the table, obviously feeling no guilt in hurting your feelings.

“Pfft, here we go weirdos protecting other weirdos.” Taeha scoffed as you turned around to face your savior.

Karina stood still in her place as her eyebrow twitched in irritation at the brat. “You wouldn’t know what that is,” she continues, slowly walking closer to Taeha. “I bet your minions would run away if someone hurt you like that.”

Taeha scoffed again as she glared at her 2 friends who had an awkward expression on their face. Inhaling an irritating breath she turns back to Karina.

“Jimin,” she takes a step closer, tilting her head as if competing with Karina. “Don't mess with people you can’t handle.” roughly she pokes Karina’s shoulder. Earning a glare from her back. At such confident words Karina furrowed her eyebrows, death glaring at Taeha.

Taeha wouldn't admit it, but she was always kind of scared of Karina. Her eyes spoke louder than words, and right now, Karina hesitated into doing something unspoken.

“S-Stop looking at me like that” Taeha finally reveals her fear. Cold sweat dripped off her forehead. “Like what?” Karina muttered out. Taeha becomes nervous, “Like you’re gonna kill me or something.” slightly backing away, Taeha stuttered out. Her minions whispered that she should drop it and leave. Then without any response, they push through Karina and leave like cowards.

Shocked at how Karina stood up against them, you thank her. “It’s nothing, they deserve the worst anyway.” Karina responds to your thankings while still glaring at the trio's direction. After on, she turns to you with the same sly smile she gave you yesterday.

“Don’t let their words come to you, if you just died one day I know I would’ve noticed that first.” there was some kind of comfort in her voice, as if she truly cares for you—wants you.

You widened your eyes at her words, slight blush creeping on your cheekbones. “You really mean that?” you asked, not believing she actually said what she said. “Of course!!” Karina exclaimed out, holding a sweet eye contact with you.

Her gaze held yours, steady, without a slight blink. She was looking right into your soul. “You’re… different, Y/n. And I mean that in the best way.” Something in her tone made your heart skip a beat. Was it a threat or a sign of kindness?

“Different?” you repeated, trying to hide the nervousness in your voice. “What do you mean?” but Karina didn’t get to answer you due to the bell ringing. She just kept her genuine smile on her face, like a doll.

What is this weird feeling? Why is it that everytime you thought about Karina or was near her presence you felt so— af ease?

Days went on and you found out a lot about the castle and vampires overall. The more you learned about them the closer you got with Karina. It felt so odd but so right. Your theory of her being a vampire was still present even after getting close with her, but you kinda liked the mystery she held within herself. She always stood up to you whenever Taeha made a comment or two and you didn’t have the nerve to respond. As if she was your guardian and you loved her for that.

Today was the day to finally make a move—to go explore the infamous gothic castle.

The sun set below the horizon, raising the thick fog and the full moon as you approached the gigantic old castle. The cool night air was heavy with the scent of rough stone and rotten leaves.

Your heart pounded within your chest as you stepped in the territory. Standing right in front of the massive gates you take a deep breath.

Am I actually doing this? you thought, inhaling the winter air as if nothing. Walking towards the entrance the sudden opening of the gates made you shiver. Who opened them?

The loud creaking of the rusty metal roared until it stopped in its trance, wide open for you to take a step in.

Every footstep you took echoed through the floor and there was no turning back now. Slowly, the creaking started again right after you walked inside. You took a deep breath again and looked at the large door, you tried to knock 3 times on it but there was no answer until you noticed the door opened by itself again.

You swallowed a huge lump in your throat, nervousness and cold sweat covering your thoughts and forehead as you finally went inside. The air was light but extremely rotten. Revealing the large empty hall, your breath got caught as you noticed claw-like marks scarring the ancient stone walls.

Gripping the flashlight you’d brought, you walked deeper through the castle. The air grew colder, almost unnatural and an eager silence enveloped you. Then, a faint noise broke the silence—a muffled groan. As if someone was eating something?

You froze, listening with your ears. Following the noise, you rushed up a winding staircase to a large room with a partially collapsed ceiling. The moonlight creeped right through the broken roof. The sight right in front of you made your blood run cold.

There kneeled Karina, a person in her arms as she raised her head to face you. Fresh blood surrounding her mouth and chin,a few drops dripping down. You hitched at the sight as Karina stared at you bluntly—as if she wanted you to see this.

Karina rose to her feet, slowly and peacefully, her movements as graceful as they were predatory. The lifeless body in her arms—Taeha—slumped to the ground with a sickening thud . Blood pooled beneath her, right from her neck, the once arrogant blonde now pale and unrecognizable.

You stumbled back, gripping your flashlight so tightly your knuckles turned white. "Karina," you managed to choke out, your voice barely understandable. It wasn’t the fact that Karina just killed your bully, it was the fact that you thought she would eat you next.

“Sur…prise?” Karina awkwardly chuckled, standing right next to Taeha’s dead and pale body. She looked at you with her famous smile but suddenly she turned around. “Just a sec,” she wipes the blood off her chin with her sleeves, making her clothes dirtier.

Slowly you took steady steps closer to her, aiming your flashlight at Taeha. “I-I’m not even sad she’s like….dead but…” You manage to stutter out, stopping mid trance. “But?” Karina asks you, now being 2 steps in front of you. Your heart beated with anticipation and fear, but something was telling you to keep steady. “Aren’t you gonna eat me…too?” your voice shakes with a slight scared tone. At your question Karina put a hand on both your shoulders, not flinching at her despite you being scared.

“Of course I won’t, silly.” she starts, leaning in closer. “Why would I eat someone I was protecting these days while getting closer?” She smiles abruptly, easing your nervousness. Karina took one of your trembling hands and held it tightly, “Believe me, Y/n, I meant my words when I said you were different.” you then remembered her words once she mentioned it. You never got an answer to your question.

“What I meant with that was…your scent is different.” she starts as you listen carefully. “You see, vampires live an eternity but all they always look for is someone with a certain scent that matches theirs— they look for a soulmate.” she explained while you listened like an obedient puppy. Were you actually—Karina’s soulmate?

Speechless you blink at her words, taking a step forward. “Are you implying that I’m…” without finishing Karina nodes at your words. Gently she traces her arms over your shoulder to your lower arm. “I had to know what was up with you and I guess fate got you closer to me too.” a teasing tone in her voice as you blush at her words. “I love vampires, what can I say?” you glance at the dark haired vampire who’s eyes glowed as red as her victims blood.

“And I love you.” Karina blunted out. As soon as she saw your eyebrows widen she then realized what she just said and immediately took a step back, embarrassed. “Waaah sorry it just slipped out I didn—” but before she could finish, she felt your arms wrap around her cold body pulling her into a tight hug.

Karina might’ve been a vampire with cold pale skin that couldn’t be warmed up—but this was the warmest she felt in centuries. She fit so well in your arms and there wasn’t a chance to be lost. You still held her but pulled away enoughly to look into her beautiful reddish eyes who dimmed with pure love.

“Maybe I love you too.” you teased, stroking her right cheek with your thumb. Karina playfully scoffed. “Prove it then.” she teased back as she playfully walked you to the nearest wall, pining you up against it. Completely trapped under her, she waited for your permission.

Suddenly you pull her into a rough kiss by the edge of her shirt. Karina gasped at the sudden reaction but she knew you liked it by feeling your sly smirk through the kiss. Her hands wandered your body.

Your hands snaked to the back of her shoulders as your breathless groans filled Karina’s ears who was busy leaving a couple of hickeys on your neck. Dropping your flashlight, your hands wandered Karina’s hips. The tension was getting hotter with each shared kiss.

Your hands gripped her hair as she kissed your lips again. As the both pulled back to gasp for air, you noticed Karina’s teeth getting sharper. Innocently you gazed in her eyes, placing a cute kiss on her nose.

Karina whispered into your ear, “You’re magnificent.” as she started kissing your neck again, her arms finding its way under your shirt, her cold skin tracing to your upper waist. Karina wanted more of you, she wanted you for herself—forever.

Then you suddenly got an idea.

"rina?” Nicknaming her, you get Karina’s attention, she looks up at you. She brushed a strand of hair behind your ear as her eyes met yours. “How about,” you start, taking both her palms, gripping them tightly. “I get to stay with you…forever,” the words made Karina tilt her head, shrugging her shoulders in confusion. “as a vampire.”

Karina widened her sharp looking eyes, her face telling you she’s either gonna disagree or she wasn’t sure about it. “A-Are you sure?” worriedly she stuttered out.

“Believe me, I trust you the fullest.” reassuring Karina you hold her palms. Looking down at them you see red veins underneath her pale breezing skin. Soon after you look up at her, “I want to get to know you more, I-I really do” you stutter out. Karina’s heart softening as well as her face at your words.

“If you completely trust me then…” she wanders her freezing fingers over the warm skin of your neck. Already knowing where to bite. “Are you ready?” she smirks upon you as her eyes start to redden at the thought. In agreement, you npdd surely, giving Karina the green light.

Gently, as gently as a vampire possibly could, she bit your neck and started to suck in your blood. The weight off your shoulders faded away the longer she was doing her job. Your hands gripped the back of Karina’s hair in desperation. When you finally started to feel weak, you dropped to your knees right into Karina’s arms. She laid you down in her lap as she brushed her mouth off with her already bloody sleeve.

She took out her pocket knife and before digging it into her skin she took a deep breath. Furrowing her facial features, she leaned her arm towards your wounded neck as you struggled to breath and your eyes rolled as if in ecstasy.

The blood off her hand met yours and the transition came to a start. “Close your eyes, ynnie, I got you.” Karina whispered words of reassurance and that was the last thing you remembered before you passed out.

A few minutes went on, 45 minutes to be exact, and you finally started to come to consciousness. Karina waited patiently and didn't rush you to things. She brushed over your forehead, as gentle as a mother tucking her child in bed.

Your eyes finally opened, but your vision was blurry. It all felt so weird but also really natural. The sounds you were hearing were clearer, the colors you were seeing were brighter and you felt—intoxicated.

“Welcome to my world, my dear” Karina kisses your forehead. “Now we can finally be together….forever”

P.S. post transition moments

The first thing you felt wasn't Karina’s words of warmth but the fresh body of your bully. When you gained your senses you ran towards it and started devouring her flesh. Karina was shocked but you earned a chuckle from her. Knowing that newborn vampires are usually really out of control.

“Eat up, darlin’ as much as you need.” Karina called out with sweetness in her tone, sparkles all around her face.

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asraxfile · 3 months ago

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♱⋰ 𝗆𝗂𝖽𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾

sypnosis comforting Yunjin after reading the recent hate comments. genre fluff, angst, comfort warnings yall's fucking hate comments to my baby SHE DOESN'T DESERVE THIS. kissing, crying wc 1.2k

a/n: idgaf if she drank starbucks yall are so stupid cause war isn't gonna stop if people suddenly stop drinking or promoting starbucks. Yall know damn well hybe silences their idols about speaking up anyway. Enjoy reading anywayy ^^

Though the night was one of the peaceful ones, Yunjin’s head rushes with stress and hateful thoughts about herself. Scrolling through the blue bird app, twitter, she was met by everyone sharing their thoughts on the group LE SSERAFIM and they were no good.

Tears started forming in her brown eyes as she leaned into her chair. Yunjin placed the phone on her table and rubbed her face then her eyes. She puts on her light colored cap and her black glasses. Tears started forming in her brown eyes as she leaned into her chair, letting out a deep exhale.

She knew the members didn’t do a great job on Coachella during spring, she knew she shouldn’t have drank Starbucks in public, she knew they had to work harder. Death threads were aimed right at her and her members and so did countless fans who stopped stanning them. It’s all her fault she would think.

She felt worthless, like there was no escape to this reality. Hot tears streamed down her cheeks as she lowered her hat down, hiding her face. Though it hurt like hell, the company silenced not only her but other idols speaking about certain themes, meaning she has to get over this.

She needed comfort in this chaos, she needed reassurance, she needed you.

Yunjin didn’t wanna bother you so she didn’t message you to come to her, you must’ve been too busy for her. Inhaling deeply, her nose was clogged with the feeling of sadness. Tears couldn’t stop flowing down her face. She leaned her head to her palms, letting the tears wet the tip of her fingers.

Suddenly, she hears a knock on the door, afterwards, she hears a familiar voice.

“Yunjin, dear? Can I come in?” you called out on the other side of the door, clearly with a worried tone.

Yunjin’s heart dropped to the sudden noise, she didn’t want you to see her like this—so weak and worthless. Rubbing away the tears and clearing her throat she stands up to take a tissue. “J-just a second.” she spoke up, her shaky voice disclosed her current state making you furrow your eyebrows. You knew her like the other side of your palm, but you didn’t rush her to open the door.

After a minute or two she lets you in, opening the door slowly. Her white mask and light beige cap covered almost her whole face—except her eyes who were kinda reddish.

You smiled reassuringly. With a steady move you open your arms to pull your girlfriend into a comforting hug. Noticing, she hugged you a bit tighter than usual—you knew she cried. You noticed her nose being filled with heavy breathing and her fidgeting her fingers.

She let you inside the studio room, letting you close the door as Yunjin dragged the 2nd chair next to hers. “H-how come that you came?” Yunjin managed to mumble out with a little more courage this time, she really didn’t expect you right now. Turning to her, you held your phone in your left hand as you closed the door fully. You smiled once again, “I guess I just missed you.” as you huffed a chuckle.

You sat down next to Yunjin who stayed quiet at your words, a sniff leaving her nose. “You surprised me, I couldn’t guess if you would–” she avoided your gaze, but you interrupted her.

“Yunjin,” you start with a serious tone, startling Yunjin. Finally making her face you, you gaze at her until you grasp to take off her mask. “Don’t hide from me, I can see something’s bothering you dear.” you reassure her, holding her hands. “I’m always here for you.”

Yunjin’s breath hitched as your words broke through the walls she’d been trying to hide in. Her lips trembled, and despite her best efforts, her emotions spilled out in waves. Tears welled up once more in her eyes as her hands clung to yours like a lifeline.

"I-I just..." she stammered, struggling to form her words. "I feel like... I’m not enough. Like I’m letting everyone down. The fans, the members... even you." Her head lowered as she avoided your gaze again, her vulnerability laid bare. “The hate we’re getting is all my fault..If only I,” she stops mid sentence, tears coming once again, that disgusting feeling wandering her mind once again. “If only I was more careful or-” Her voice cracked as well as your heart that ached upon her sadness.

With no further hesitation you pulled her into a tight hug, not caring if she started bawling her eyes out again. Yunjin buried her head deep into your shoulder, wrapping her arms around your shoulders. “It’s okay, let it all out. I’m not leaving.” you whispered into her ears as she sobbed.

You two stayed like that for a couple of minutes that felt like an eternity. But it didn’t matter–you just wanted to comfort her and make her sadness fade away. As Yunjin clung to you, her sobs eventually lightened. Gently, you rubbed her back in slow, soothing movements, whispering soft reassurances into her ear. “You don’t have to carry this weight alone, Yunjin. You’ve been so strong and know it’s not your fault.”

Her arms tightened around you, and her voice came in shaky whispers. “I know but...It’s just... so much. I don’t know how to stop feeling like this.” she slightly pulled away from the hug as you gently pulled her to sit on your lap. Staying as close as possible.

You leaned back in your chair, just enough to look into her soft teary eyes. With both hands, you cupped her cheeks, your thumbs gently brushing away the tears that still clung to her skin. Her watery eyes met your worried ones. “You really think it’s not my fault? Even with everything... drinking starbucks, lack in singing, the criticism...”

“It’s not your fault,” you said firmly, your tone leaving no space for doubt. “People can be cruel, but that’s on them, not you. You’re human, Yunjin. You make mistakes, but that doesn’t mean you can’t learn from them. You’re so much more than what anyone else says or thinks.”

Yunjin’s lips tightened, but a faint smile began to appear. It was small, but it was there—a spark of hope breaking through. You took her hands in yours again, holding them tightly. “You’re an incredible person, and you’ve achieved so much. Look at everything you’ve done, all the people you’ve inspired. None of that is erased by a bad day or by what others think.”

She nodded slowly, her voice soft but steadier. “I don’t know what I did to deserve you. You always know how to make me feel like... maybe I am enough.”

“You are enough,” you said, your voice unwavering. “To me, to your members, to so many people who love and admire you—you’re more than enough.”

Yunjin let out a shaky breath, leaning her forehead against yours. “Thank you,” she whispered, her voice filled with gratitude. “Thank you for being here.”

“Always,” you replied softly, your fingers tracing through hers. “We’ll get through this together.” Once again your eyes met hers. It was a sudden movement but both of you accepted it.

You pulled Yunjin into a short but comforting kiss, just a sweet little thing to make her smile again. She held your shoulders as your grip on her waist tightened—you’re not letting her go especially in a moment like this.

“I love you.” Yunjin whispered out with a smile. Grinning back, you chuckled upon her confession. “I love you too, dear.” as you kissed her once again.

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asraxfile · 2 months ago

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MY BLINDED EYES ARE RED

sypnosis Minnie and you broke up cause of lack of intimacy, but the biggest lie that you've ever told yourself is that anyone could please you better than her.

pairing non-idol!Minnie x fem!reader

genre smut, fluff, angst if you squint

warnings sexual intercourse, kissing, soft moments, you get back w Minnie

word count 1k

A/n: I love her pre release sm and its such a freaky song for a freaky fic 😋 Enjoy readinn ^^

You don’t quite remember how you got into the situation you were facing right this moment.

You were feeling way too lonely in your wide apartment walls, especially without her.

Minnie and you broke up because of various reasons; lack of trust, intimacy and communication. Which resulted in you hooking up with a bunch of other girls just to get over the lonely feeling of being away from Minnie.

The mad and hot feeling of anger would fill your head every time you wake up in your bed and Minnie wasn’t with you but some girl who just wanted sexual pleasure.

You knew Minnie would want much more than just that.

And so, you decided to call Minnie to work things out and let’s just say you both got too needy.

Light but vocal groans escaped your mouth as your fingers gripped Minnie’s silk blonde hair. She was putting just enough pressure with her tongue on your sweet spot to make your eyes roll back in ecstasy. You looked down at her only to be shocked at her already gazing at your expression, as if she knew what your next move will be.

In this moment you realized, all of those other women could never please, touch or make you feel like Minnie could ‘cause she found you once again when you were this lost.

And so, she brings you to your ecstasy, her fingers buried deep inside you as she waits for you to finish your orgasm. Hitting just the right spot.

“You did so well for me baby, I got you.” Minnie whispered under her breath. She crawled closer to you on bed as she snuggled against you. Kissing your cheek as you exhaled deeply.

And there you both were, naked—skin to skin and heart to heart.

Hugging Minnie by her shoulder her hands grazed your stomach gently which tickled you slightly.

“I’ve missed you, a lot.” your tone was quiet, but enough for Minnie to realize how much you regret not giving her your time. Minnie shifted to look up at you with her brown eyes, a small pout on her face.

“I’ve missed you too.”

The silence falls again for a couple of minutes till you bring the courage to speak up.

“I think we both knew this wouldn’t work without talking it out,” you look down at Minnie. “Well, we didn’t talk much now and look where we ended up.” Minnie joked as both if you chuckle at her words.

“I’ve been thinking ‘bout you lately though.” your eyes widened at her sentence. “Really?” you ask, hope in your voice. “Yeah I mean, I guess I just…” Minnie rests on your elbow, the blanket revealing the skin of her waist.

Deeply she stared into your eyes as you stayed still laying on your back. “I’m just too obsessed with you” she chuckled under her breath again as you smiled sweetly.

“The more I was away the more I realized it felt colder.”

Minnie leaned in and kissed you once again with her pink plump lips. Your arm snaked at the back of her head as you felt the electric feeling of love strikethrough the kiss. Pulling away, you smiled with your eyes at Minnie.

“I gotta admit,” you start. “All the hoes I had here could never compare to you.” As Minnie chuckles. “I’m serious!!”

Minnie’s lips turned into a faint smile, through her eyes carried a weight you recognized all too well. “You’re a fool,” she whispered, leaning closer, her breath warm against your ear. “But you’re my fool.”

The exact sentence made your heart flutter as well as the red on your cheeks. For the rest of the night you spent snuggling and pillow talking with Minnie, happier than ever with her finally being your lover again.

There was always something soft about Minnie. You felt just right with her—like you belong. And nobody could take you away from her. Though ice and flames might have happened with her but the wind always brings back your ashes back to her.

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asraxfile · 15 days ago

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This one has the same title as my fic and IT'S BETTER 🤧🤧🤧 I LOVE THIS SM OMFG

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Blind Eyes Red

Pairing: Minnie x Fem!Reader

Idol: Nicha Yontararak

Warning(s): toxicity, possessiveness

You told yourself this was the last time.

The last time you’d let Minnie crawl her way back into your life, the last time you’d let her name show up on your screen and actually answer, the last time you’d feel her lips on yours, like a brand you could never scrub off.

But then there you were—pressed against the bathroom wall, her hands tangled in your hair, her breath tasting like alcohol and bad decisions.

“Miss me?" She murmured against your lips, her tone teasing, but her grip on you said she already knew the answer.

You should’ve seen it coming. The second you posted that story, the second someone got a little too close, you knew what would happen next. Your phone lit up, FaceTime ringing like a siren. You ignored it. She called again. You ignored that too. But it didn’t matter—Minnie didn’t take silence as an answer.

Across the bar, her gaze burned into you, drink in hand, completely ignoring whatever nonsense her friend was slurring in her ear. She wasn’t listening. She never did when it came to you.

"Yeah… yeah,”she muttered absentmindedly, standing up without another word and her drink completely forgotten. Her eyes never left you as she moved through the crowd, like she was on a mission. Like she was entitled to you.

And maybe she was.

You should’ve walked away when she finally reached you, when she grabbed your wrist and pulled you close enough that her perfume fogged up your thoughts. "Who was that?" She asked, though it wasn’t really a question—it was a test, a demand wrapped in false sweetness.

"Just a friend," you lied, because the truth never mattered to her. She just needed to hear you say it. Minnie hummed, tilting her head. "I don’t think friends would be that comfortable, don’t you think?" You rolled your eyes at her response, attempting to pull away, but her grip only tightened. "We’re not doing this," you said, though your body betrayed you by leaning just a little closer.

"Aren’t we?" She had that signature smirk as her free hand ghosted over your waist. "What can’t we do?" Her free hand lifting up to caress your cheek before a single finger tilted your chin up, forcing you to look her in the eyes.

Before you could respond, the person who had been accompanying you for the night came back to your side with a concerned look. "Everything alright?" They questioned, reaching out to rest a hand on your lower back.

The contact never landed.

Minnie’s grip tightened instantly, yanking you closer to her, her nails digging into your side just enough to make her point clear. Her head tilted slightly, eyes dark and unreadable as she stared at the person beside you.

"Didn’t realize you had company.” Her voice was smooth, too smooth—like she was amused, but the way her fingers flexed against your waist told a different story.

The person beside you hesitated, their hand dropping back to their side. "I—" They opened their mouth to speak but couldn’t get the proper words out, allowing Minnie another response.

“You should probably run along now," Minnie cut in, her smile sharp enough to slice through the tension.

"She’s taken."

Taken. Like she owned you. Like you hadn’t spent months trying to break free from her grip.

Your companion glanced at you, as if waiting for you to protest. To correct her. To say anything.

You didn’t because what would you tell them?

You knew you weren’t taken, but saying anything other than that—and potentially risking a negative reaction from the woman you so badly craved, whose validation you needed—was not an option you wanted to choose.

You’re addicted to her, the cycle, the toxicity—it was a weight you could never shake off.

So you didn’t say a word. You couldn’t.

And just like that, the person beside you exhaled sharply, shaking their head before turning and disappearing into the crowd.

Minnie hummed in satisfaction, her fingers trailing up to your jaw, tilting your face toward hers.

"See? You don’t need anyone else. Just me."

You should’ve shoved her away. Should’ve told her to leave you alone. Instead, you let her drag you toward the back, past the crowd, past the point of no return.

Now, her lips trailed fire along your skin, hands gripping like she was afraid you'd slip through her fingers. But you never did. You never could. You wouldn’t dare.

"You always do this," you whispered, but the accusation held no weight when your hands were already on her, gripping like you were scared she’d disappear. Minnie smiled, pressing her forehead against yours. The smile wasn’t sweet. It held no warmth. It was sickening.

“And you always let me.”

She wasn’t wrong.

Every time you thought you were done, that she was out of your system, she pulled you back under like a rip current. She had a way of making the whole world blur until she was the only thing in focus. Your obsession grew, slow and suffocating, swallowing everything else whole.

Your mind was hazy, slipping, falling, like the world outside this moment didn’t exist. You could already picture it—hours from now, your apartment door slamming shut behind her, clothes in a heap on the floor, her voice echoing in your head long after she was gone.

She’d leave, eventually. She always did.

And no matter how many times you told yourself you wouldn’t answer—you always did.

#siyooungi #gidle x reader #asraxfile #gidle

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asraxfile · 21 days ago

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Through my eyes

sypnosis: an ugly duckling like Soyeon could never imagine such a beautiful popular girl for you to love her. But what happens once she sees you care for her and not just her looks?

genre: fluff, suggestive

warnings: make out session, insecurity abt looks, ???

wc: 2.5k

Your eyes scanned Soyeon’s shy figure as she ate popcorn with mint flavored ice cream while sitting across the table from you. Twirling the fork in your hands, your lips parted as your tongue traveled across the back of your teeth—she was much cuter than you thought she’d be.

Yuqi had invited all of her close friends to dinner tonight, which included you too.

A pretty, popular girl in school would of course be friends with Yuqi Song. All of her other friends were so nice and pretty too—well, that’s what most people say for everyone, except for Soyeon—the one that stood out the least.

Next to you sat the infamous hot gym owner—Minnie, next to her an influencer—Miyeon. As for Yuqi who was sitting on the main chair, next to her was her cutesy best friend, Shuhua.

But through all the laughter and gossip that all the girls shared, your eyes lingered across the mysterious quiet girl, Soyeon aka SY.

Through all the imperfections everyone pointed out for Soyeon—you couldn’t quite agree with them now that she’s here.

Her face was small but with pretty brown eyes and small light brown freckles across her nose bridge. The large glasses weren’t as necessary but they suited her nicely. The only difference between her and other girls present tonight was that she wore slightly more Tomboyish clothes than they did. And her soft big plump lips stood out for you the most.

“And so he broke up with me!!” Miyeon squealed as everyone turned to her devastated self. Waking you up from your imagination.

“Oh my God Miyeon that's awful, he's such a jerk.” Shuhua implied while sliding her hand across the table to comfort Miyeon. Soyeon just stared and listened, an awkward confusion filled her head.

“Miyeon, don’t think about him anymore, you know your worth and you can find any guy better than him.” You exclaim, leaning forward to face Miyeon as everyone stared at you. Soyeon’s eyes as if they gained a spark at your comforting words.

“I know Y/n but it won’t be as easy as you say.” Miyeon looked down. Yuqi and Shuhua looked at each other worriedly as Yuqi brushed a hand over Miyeon’s shoulder.

“I mean Miyeon you are the prettiest girl in school so if anyone needs to cry it's him not you.” Yuqi stated as she navigated everyone to agree. “Yess!! I totally know what you need.” Shuhua exclaimed as everyone’s eyes fell on the short brunette with the pink headband. “Shopping!!” As expected she grinned ear to ear, lightly slamming her hands on the table in front of her.

The conversation between the three girls continued about how shopping is the best thing to do after a boy breaks up with you, to make him jealous and things, your eyes were focused on the food you were eating. Until the trio started inviting you and Minnie, you were confused why they didn’t ask Soyeon anything.

In fact, Soyeon just leaned into the chair and took a bite of one or three popcorn. You looked at the trio’s silliness with a smile but felt a tinge of curiosity or, perhaps, guilt towards Soyeon.

Then, Minnie breaks the fun, “I’m sorry girls, I have a lot of work tomorrow for the gym so I wont be present.” She flipped her hair, almost slapping you in the face with it. “Oh that’s all right Minnie,” Yuqi started before Shuhua whined. “Ughhh when will you finally come shopping with us so I can bankrupt your wallet.” she joked as Minnie laughed.

“We have time, Shu don’t worry.” Shuhua grinned back as everyone went back to their healthy meals. Though what bothered you the most that nobody seemed to notice Soyeon and her reticence.

Taking a big bite of your steak, you watched everyone around you before the luxurious modern dining room of Yuqi’s. Until your eyes met Soyeon’s.

She was, as if admiring you, staring deeply into your eyes. It caught you off guard as you lightly smiled at her before she did so too.

After a quite short amount of time and after the trio stopped squealing about shopping and spending money, Miyeon asks a question you also wanted an answer to.

“Will Soyeon go shopping tomorrow too?” The sound of chewing suddenly stopped and everyone put away their forks. Soyeon suddenly looked up at Miyeon and saw everyone staring intensely.

Your head turned to Miyeon then back to Soyeon, “Yeah, You should come with us, it’ll be fun” you popped a smile at her.

“I was thinking too,” Yuqi started after she chewed her food, leaving her fork on the side of the while plate. “Soyeon, have you ever thought of…kinda…” Soyeon tilts her head, listening to Yuqi.

“Like changing your looks?” the suggestion made you weird in the head.

Shuhua held her shoulder, “Yesss!! You’ll be so much prettier with freshly new things to wear!!” agreeing with Yuqi.

Your eyebrows furrowed at her words, but you chose to stay quiet. So even they saw her as an ugly duckling—you guessed.

“We’ll show you everything that's in trend!! Ohh im so excited.” Shuhua squealed.

“I-I’ll be honored to join!” Soyeon exclaimed with a smile, but you could see she was kinda uncomfortable, hesitant.

Through Shuhua’s chuckles and agreement of girls you had to say something. You coughed while gripping your palm in a punch-like formation to your chin.

“She looks alright already.” As you awkwardly stare at what their next word will be. Your words echoed through the room making everyone go quiet.

Minnie just bluntly stared at your comment, knowing it fueled a fire in the other girls. Miyeon glanced over at Yuqi, as if in disbelief.

“We just wanna help, Y/n.” As she held the phone to take a selfie. “I mean, do you want to go, Soyeon?” Yuqi asked as the tension pressured on Soyeon.

Soyeon tried to form a word but her heart beated nervously in her chest, looking at her friends. “Well if I may? I want to go, if you ask me.” she awkwardly stammered out as she eyed you.

Though it did bother you that much. The way Soyeon looked at them when they attacked her to go—maybe she did want to go, maybe Soyeon wanted a change but at what cost if she was limited to being herself.

In understanding you nodded, leaning back as if you took up defeat. “Just saying she doesn’t need that effective makeover if she’s…” you hesitate before staring up at Soyeon’s confused expression. A feeling lingered in your heart as you were speaking, a feeling that would make your heart burst at the words you’re about to say.

“already pretty.” it was such a simple compliment but it pierced through Soyeon’s heart that easily. Nobody ever called her that, pretty, was it a real lie or a fake truth? She couldn’t look away from you, her parted lips as if they had eyes of its own and stared at you like a lost puppy.

“Well, she’ll be prettier tomorrow right, SY??” Shuhua grabbed Soyeon’s hand and lightly shook it, waking her up from her imaginations. Soyeon quietly flinched at the sudden movement and smiled. “Yeah,” Soyeon exhaled.

—————

The next day, you found yourself standing outside the shopping mall, following the girls over different stores, dragging Soyeon from one place to another. You felt kinda sad for her to put up with them but she put up with them good.

She looked overwhelmed but went along with it, letting Shuhua shove dresses in her arms, letting Miyeon hold up shades of lipstick to her face, letting Yuqi tease her about trying on heels and different underwear types.

You stood back, observing and watching so they don’t do something reckless. Soyeon wasn’t arguing or hesitating—but something about her expression felt off.

When she disappeared into the dressing room with an armful of clothes, shirts and tops, you took the chance to lean toward Yuqi, arms crossed over your chest.

“Are you sure she’s enjoying this?” you asked.

Yuqi raised a brow but nailed a smile. “Why wouldn’t she? She agreed, didn’t she?” a teasing smile growing on her face.

You sighed, looking toward the dressing room door. Before Yuqi could say anything else, Shuhua grabbed her wrist and dragged her to get even more clothes.

Leaving you waiting for Soyeon to come out of the dressing room. Though you couldn’t see where they ran off to, your head perked from the sudden voice that called your name out.

“Y/n?” Soyeon perked her head from behind the silky cover of the wardrobe and looked for your figure, luckily you were standing right here. “Hm? Yes?” without uncrossing your arms you tilted your head while waiting for Soyeon to continue.

She hesitated for a moment before speaking again, “Could you come inside and help me with the zipper?” she offers while looking at you.

In a swift move you look around so the others don't notice and come inside the small dressing room to Soyeon. She was holding a top that needed to be zipped from behind, her bare back exposed as you saw a nicely tattooed long flower on her left shoulder.

Raising your eyebrows at the sight you hold the both sides of the top and slowly zip it up. Soyeon gazed at herself in the mirror. Wrapping its leather round her chest tightly she struggled to breathe and the color wasn’t her type. But she has to wear this, or else she will disappoint others.

“Do you like it?” you asked while looking at her reflection in the mirror. Soyeon turned in many ways but the frown on her face made it all clear. Soyeon took a moment before standing straight in front of you, your eyes gazing over her back and waist.

“I feel…” she starts, “It's kinda…” the right word was at the tip of her tongue but she couldn't quite catch it.

“Different?” you suggest as her eyes sparkled up in response.

“Yes! I mean like it is different but…I could try it out.” She stammered a weak smile on her lips as her fingers adjusted the top.

You frowned at her words. It was so wrong if she didn't like it but was forced to buy it just to fit in.

Why did it bother you this much? Was it a fact you genuinely felt bad or because you actually thought she was pretty no matter the clothes Soyeon wore?

Blinking a few times you lean closer to her and softly speak, “You don't have to buy it if you don't like it.” your eyes met hers. “you don't have to...change your whole self to be pretty.” you continue as you take her familiar plaid brown shirt and put it round her shoulders.

“You have to embrace, not change.”

Your words sent an unfamiliar rush through Soyeon’s body, a chill down her spine and a headache. It was the same feeling as the one she felt yesterday at the dinner, just stronger. Nobody was ever this nice to her, this gentle or this thoughtful with her feelings.

Her face relaxed but her muscles tensed up. Gently, you smiled at Soyeon. “But, what will people think? I mean these clothes of mine are not as flattering as Shuhua’s or Miyeon’s.” her voice expresses guilt

Our expression changed to an even more comforting aura as you held both sides of Soyeon’s shoulders. “It matters that you don't change yourself for someone else.” Soyeon stared deeply into your eyes.

For the first time what felt like rose petals falling and pink hearts surrounded your both figures, she felt loved by you. Understood, heard and reassured by you.

“Why are you saying all this?” bluntly she asked, which slightly raised your brow.

“I don't believe you,” she nervously chuckled though she knew she wasn't just lying to you but to herself with her words. “I mean everyone says the same, do you just feel bad or—”

“Because you’re beautiful in my eyes.”

Was it your sweetness that altered the red color on Soyeon’s cheeks or your quick, honest words? Because at this moment, Soyeon knew she fell in love.

“Y-you think so?” Soyeon turned to a mirror again and gazed at herself once again, furrowing her nose too. “I just said it, and I mean it.” your tone was completely true and natural, a smile splattering on both faces as Soyeon initiated a hug you couldn't let go.

You chuckled at her cuteness as you hugged her slightly smaller figure. “Thank you, Y/n,” she pulls away, “I…” but she still lingers her fingers over yours, brushing her thumb against your palm. “I really appreciate it.”

“I don’t receive these words everyday.” She finally gets the courage to catch your eyes, almost losing herself in them. Exhaling in disappointment you tighten your grip on her hands intertwined with yours. “Know I don’t lie about those things.”

It was a quiet sweet moment between you two that's when you heard the callings of the remaining 3 girls who brought you here to annoy your guts even more.

For the remaining time while shopping Miyeon spent so much money on new dresses and everyone was cheering on her perfect looks. Whenever Soyeon would get silenced and possibly forced to try something that doesn't fit her taste, you’d jump in right onto save the day.

You helped Soyeon find new clothes but not the ones Shuhua wanted but the ones Soyeon wanted.

Your kindness grew up to Soyeon as she grew more comfortable around you.

Not only was she comfortable, but you weren't as tense too. Soyeon might be insecure about her looks but her personality is sharp but in a good way. Soyeon is open minded and is not a judgy person which you adored so much. And of course she had a cute side of her and you felt lucky to get to know her that way.

You wondered did you fall for her or did you just adore her? Maybe both, because why else would your heart break everytime Soyeon vents to you. Why else would your face heat up whenever she got closer to you while showing something.

It was all clear as day. The more time you spent together the more reasons you gained to fall for her—not caring if she wasn’t considered attractive or flattering by others.

————

Soyeon hurried as much as she could to clean her room before you came. She invited you to hang out and to ask you about some tips on make up. She stumbled and ran all around her small bedroom, cramming clothes in her closet so there's space to walk on the floor. Brushing away the dust off her shelves and desk, Soyeon took a moment to open the window and peek outside.

The city was glistening with sunlight, initiating spring. She inhaled the fresh wind breeze as birds flew through her streets. It was a really nice view, until she saw your figure walking closer to her apartment. Soyeon’s eyes followed you as you disappeared while walking inside the building.

Soyeon threw on her favorite white t-shirt with red graphic designs and her colorful striped jacket. It all matched well with the dark jeans she wore. While breathing deeply she walked towards the entrance door and waited for you to ring the bell. Along the way she managed to drink a glass of water.

Then she heard the bell.

It echoed one or two times through the apartment as Soyeon rushed towards the door, unlocking it and meeting your eyes. Your gaze immediately grew a bright smile as you greeted her, “Hi!!” joyfully Soyeon greeted you back too. “Hellooo, come inn” she let you in as you took off your shoes.

Soyeon gave you a pair of slippers and showed you her living room. “Don’t mind the slight mess, I’m alone today.” she stated as you looked around the vintage looking apartment. “It’s so nice,”

When she showed you to her room you took your time to put your bag on the floor as you admired the small space. A giant mirror pressed on the right side next to the window. Different band posters all around the walls and a vintage carpet on the wall. Suddenly, Soyeon came back with a bowl of chips, chewing on one while walking to her room.

“Your room matches you.” you exclaim while sitting on the floor. “You think so?” she sits in front of you, putting the bowl in between. “Yeah, it's really nice,” you smiled gently.

For the remaining time you showed Soyeon how to do makeup in a more messy, grunge style with an eye pencil on waterline and other things.

“Okay, would you rather…eat pineapple on pizza or eat pizza with vegetables—”

“pineapple!!” Soyeon interrupted your question. You laughed at her non hesitant and direct answer as she chuckled too. “Whaatt?!?! I hate vegetables.” She exclaimed through laughs, swifting on her side to the floor.

You joked, laughed and talked—basically spent time and having fun while you two still could. The tension between you was natural. Nobody pushed anything but it was free to express your thoughts to each other.

“You know…” you start as you were putting soft pink lip liner on Soyeon’s parted lips. The evening was starting to fall and so did the sun. The sound of cars driving became quieter as the wind slightly stopped to blow. You and Soyeon were sitting on her bed as you were retouching her makeup.

The tension was growing intensely—you were so close to Soyeon’s lips it was harder for her to breathe calmly.

Soyeon’s eyes, nicely retouched with makeup, gazed at your face which was focused on her lips. Though Soyeon wished you were focused on something else on her lips than the soft pink liner.

“I think…” you slightly backed away while growing a smile on your soft cheeks. Analyzing Soyeon’s whole face frame. “I think this color suits you.” closing the lip liner.

Soyeon blinked a few times before getting off her bed to look at herself in the mirror, finally liking what she saw. “Do I?” She turns left and right while scanning her features. Softly you hummed in agreement.

“I cannot thank you enough,” Soyeon stated, turning to you and away from the mirror. In response, you just smiled even wider when Soyeon unexpectedly hugged you. It was short but you wished it could have lasted a little longer.

“If it was Shuhua or Miyeon doing my makeup I don’t think I’d feel good with it.” Soyeon chuckles. “Don't mind them, they kinda don't want you to be yourself.”

“I figured so, yeah…” her frowned face fell down on her hands that were fidgeting against each other.

Your eyes softened and so did the touch of your hands on Soyeon’s palm. The sudden physical touch made her talk once again. “I just…feel so weird with you” she nervously chuckled as Soyeon looked up at you. Her big glasses stood perfectly on her nose and face. While letting her continue, your expression quickly furrowed in confusion. Soyeon slowly walks back to the bed and sits in front of you—closer than before.

“I never felt this…safe with anyone, I-It might sound surreal but it's how I feel.” she tried explaining before you could speak. “You’re like the only person who encouraged me to embrace what I love.”

In response, you smiled in a reassuring way, tightening your grip on Soyeon’s palm. Her hand suddenly intertwined with yours, as if perfectly made for each other.

“I’m glad I could help, I never understood how...” you slightly looked away before finding the right words to express how you feel too. “How can people say you’re ugly when you aren’t, it kinda pisses me off.”

Soyeon chuckled again, but less nervous, “As I told you already you’re just…” she stared deeply into your eyes as she let you continue. “Amazing” a smile dropped to a more serious look on your face as you realized how close you were to Soyeon once again.

The tension was getting hotter, and a question was who would make the first move?

Soyeon's cheeks grew red as she stared at your lips. As if she could imagine how they would feel if she kissed you right at the moment.

Then, as you two were getting closer, your eyebrows twitched. But you could see it in Soyeon’s eyes— she wanted this as much as you did and gave you a small reassuring smile.

Her breath was sending chills down your spine. Both irises looked at each other as you leaned closer and kissed Soyeon. She didn't pull away, in fact, she snaked a hand around the back of your head and passionately let you in.

You just melted into her embrace as your tongue explored the depths of her sweet mouth. Deep breaths were the only thing you heard and soft kissing sounds. Soyeon’s hand slid to your cheek as you put your hands over her knuckles. Soyeon leaned back, pulling you closer, wrapping her other hand around your waist. Her head was now resting on the pillow with you on top. Her hands gently grazed your lower back and the back of your lower thighs.

The warmth, gentleness and softness of her hands sent a chill down your spine, but you continued to kiss her. The moment was getting more and more heated up, your fingers snaked from her cheeks to her neck—as if you’re gonna choke her but of course you’d never do that. While gasping for air, Soyeon backed away as much as she could as you sat up on her. Your thighs trapping the both sides of her hips—but your hands never pulled away from her. Soyeon’s eyes were full of neediness, while staring up at you she took your hand and slid it to grip her jacket zipper.

Oh she was playing with fire. Your eyes didn’t show your surprised self on the inside, but you didn't hesitate to obey what she wanted. Slowly, as if teasing her, you unzipped her jacket and watched her take it off—revealing her small t-shirt with reddish graphic designs.

Soyeon loved your eyes on her—but at the moment she wanted your warm touch too. You swallowed hard as her eyes darted between your lips and your gaze, trying to read what you were thinking. “Don’t be looking at me like that…” she mumbled, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Like what?” you asked, teasingly. A smirk growing on your

“Like… you want me,” she admitted, her cheeks burning red.

You smirked windingly, leaning in, brushing your lips against hers but not fully closing the gap. “maybe i do.” your voice was breathy against her lips.

Soyeon’s breath hitched as she took a better view of your figure on hers. Her fingers pressing deeper into your hips— the tension was unbearable. Both of your bodies were screaming for each other. She didn’t answer with words—she didn’t need to.

Instead, she reached up, tangling her fingers in your hair and pulling you down into another kiss, deeper and more desperate than before.

Her body arched into yours as your hands slid up her waist, feeling the heat of her skin. The fabric was slightly lifted, exposing just a bit of her stomach, and the sight made something twitch in your pulse. Your lips moved from hers, trailing soft kisses down her jawline, then to her neck.

Soyeon let out the softest groan when your lips found her neck’s sensitive spot, her fingers tightening in your hair. “Just relax,” you whispered against her skin.

She bit her lip, her hands sliding down to grip at your wrists.

You pulled back just enough to look at her. Pulled back in the same sitting up position on top of Soyeon. Then with a teasing look in your eyes and with the move of your hands—you took off your shirt, revealing your skin and the only thing on you was a bra. Soyeon was so surprised she almost stopped breathing, taking in the sight of your bare, exposed torso right in front of your eyes. By the look of her flustered state, you guessed she liked it.

There wasn’t much time to stare so you rushed to take her into another lustful kiss. Shivering under Soyeon’s touch on your bare skin. Your hands held the both sides of her cheek until one slid down to her waist.

You wished this moment could last forever—and so did Soyeon.

This kiss was deeper, slower and more intoxicating. Your fingers found the hem of Soyeon’s shirt, lifting it just slightly before pausing.

“Can I?” Your voice was almost above a whisper. Soyeon nodded almost immediately, lifting her arms to help you peel the fabric off her body. The sight of her—messy hair, flushed cheeks, and her bare torso with a laced bra—sent a rush of heat through your core as if you were in heaven.

Your hands traced over her shoulders, then down her arms, as you leaned in to kiss her collarbone, revealing a soft gasp off her lips. “You’re so pretty.” Your gentle words made Soyeon blush even more.

For the first time in forever—she felt this safe with someone, this safe with you.

Your kisses were trailing lower and lower down her stomach. Soyeon held your cheek as you were getting lower. Suddenly, your eyes locked with her jeans button—that's when your gaze locked, lustingly, with Soyeon’s.

In approvement, Soyeon nodded at you as your hands slowly started unzipping her black jeans. Soyeon’s heart pulsed with the desire she felt.

Lower and slower, the fabric of her jeans spread—revealing her black underwear.

At the climax of the moment where your relationship is about to take a deeper and intimate step forward—you both heard the bell ring.

Soyeon’s eyes froze with your terror and you listened to who that was.

Until her mom’s voice echoed distantly through the walls.

“Soyeon, dear unlock the door please I’m home!!” Soyeon rolled her eyes as she quickly zipped up her jeans and wrapped her shirt upside down. You released a chuckle at her silliness as you dressed up too. God, we were so close—you thought, impatiently sitting on her bed and watching Soyeon’s figure fade away in the hallway.

You heard small chattering with Soyeon and her mom, especially the question—”Why is your shirt upside down?” which made you chuckle again.

Soyeon led her mom to meet you as she didn’t mind you being here. Though it was getting late and it was time to go.

As you were putting your shoes on, Soyeon crossed her arms and adjusted her glasses. Leaning against the door frame as she eyed you with the same eyes she did just 10 minutes ago. WHen you were done, you stood up and locked eye contact with Soyeon. Her mom wasn't around, so Soyeon kissed your cheek as a goodbye.

You smirk at her kiss as you open the door, “You’re not getting away that easily am I clear?” you laugh as well as Soyeon, gripping your bag as you were excited. Soyeon winked, “We’ll see next time.” she chuckles and waves you goodbye. “Text me when you’re home,” she murmured, her voice softer now.

“I will.” You grinned. “See you.”Soyeon chuckled, shaking her hand. “Bye.”

With one last lingering glance, you walked away, feeling lighter, yet filled with anticipation. Whatever this was—whatever it was becoming—you couldn’t wait to see where it led next with Soyeon.

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(𝖦)𝖨-𝖣𝖫𝖤 𝖱𝖤𝖠𝖢𝖳𝖨𝖭𝖦 𝖳𝖮 "𝖲𝗁𝖾'𝗌 𝖻𝗎𝗌𝗒 𝗋𝗇 𝗅𝗂𝗅 𝖻𝗋𝗈."

ς(๑⃙⃘'~'๑⃙⃘) ໒꒱ sypnosis pranking gidle members texting them while acting like another guy pairing ot6 gidle x fem!reader genre smau au, fluff, humor? warnings ???

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sypnosis: working as a designer for one of the best fashion obssessed icons in London whose name was almost as feared as the Devil's, Yuqi De Song, is definetly not a light job. Unless you become her favorite employee, her rewards are priceless.

pairing: Cruella!Yuqi x Designer, Fem! reader

genre: smut

warnings: skinship, sexual intercourse(fingering, 🐱 eating, kissing and licking body), kissing

wc: 1.5k

A/n: I've always wanted to write a cruella fic but now its even better imagining Yuqi as one, enjoyy😚😚

“And what makes you worthy of working for me?” sharp words escaped Yuqi’s mouth, eyeing y/n. After moving to London, Y/n wanted to continue improving and working as a fashion designer. She was aware of her skills enough to apply as a designer in De Song Couture Fashion House. Obviously, knowing what she was getting herself into, she wasn’t afraid of a little challenge.

“I promise you, Mrs. Song, I won’t let you down.” Said Y/n, being sure of her words. Yuqi leaned on her white table, resting her head on her crossed fingers as her critical eyes scanned Y/n’s features. She will surely keep an eye on her for a while. “Welcome to the job.” Was all Yuqi said before giving Y/n a new sketchbook with her signature photo on it.

Yuqi De Song, one of the most successful fashion designers in London. Despite her successful career, she was a really bold person. Oftenly feared for her strictness and seriousness. At first, Y/n looked certainly interesting to her and seeing her passion and confidence in her possibilities for a fashion designer, she couldn’t feel a little admiration for her.

And as Y/n promised, in such a small amount of time she succeeded to fulfill Yuqi’s desired looks for the new collection. Y/n felt like she wasn’t just lucky, it was the fact that she understood what Yuqi wanted. Out of all designers Yuqi had employed, Y/n’s designs stood out the most. And that’s what Yuqi loved. Yuqi loved how obedient you were. The way you listened carefully to her words while giving a command and managing to nail all of it really got to her.

If Yuqi wanted flashy, Y/n would combine bold but eye-catching shimmering patterns in her designs. If Yuqi wanted something luxurious, Y/n would make the most elegant piece of clothing with fine fabrics of subtle colors.

All this time Y/n spent working for Yuqi as her designer, she would lie if she said she didn’t develop a slight crush on her and how oddly attractive she was. What Y/n noticed about Yuqi were her long fingers and sharp eyes. Not to mention her split hair colored black and white. Y/n loved how independent Yuqi was and how she always knew what she was looking for in clothes. It’s something Y/n understood about her.

The longer Y/n worked at De Song Counture Fashion House, the more its success grew. Y/n was Yuqi’s golden ticket to a big fashion success. Like a golden ticket to a front row at a fashion show. She didn’t care about her other employees, when she had her right in front of her. And that’s why she decided to give a little reward to her.

“Mrs. Yuqi De Song on the line. I expect Y/n L/n in my office right now. Don’t keep me waiting. Thank you.”

The whole room echoed with Yuqi’s deep and commanding voice calling out your name. Other designers just gazed at you in jealousy. You put down the small pieces of black fabric on your table and headed upstairs. You thought about the reasons why Yuqi would need you in her office. Not that you complained though.

Standing outside your bosses office you politely knock before entering. Pushing the door open, you were met by the sight of Yuqi’s familiar black and white coat made out of Dalmatian dog’s fur and a pair of those sharp eyes you dearly loved.

“Y/n darling, close the door.” Yuqi gently commanded with a sudden nickname. Your mind rushed like a raging storm, why are you blushing at a silly nickname? Without hesitation you obeyed your bosses words and closed the door before turning to face her again and walking closer to her table.

“Mrs. Song,” your tone was calm and low despite your racing heart at the moment. “You wanted to see me?”

Yuqi's gaze moved on you, her expression being unreadable as she leaned back in her chair. A slight smirk playing at the corner of her lips. "Yes, I did," she replied, her voice being low and husky. "I wanted to congratulate you on your recent successes. Your designs have surpassed my expectations and you’ve made a lot for this fashion house.” She folds her hands. “I believe it's time you get a reward for your hard work. ”

Your eyes widened in response. You would have never expected this sudden praise from a fashion designer like Yuqi, even more of a reward. Before you opened your mouth to speak, Yuqi stood up from her seat and walked up to you, crossing the distance between you and her with a lustful gaze.

Yuqi’s arms snake around your waist and pull you in a rough but passionate kiss. It took you by surprise but you kissed her back. Almost as if you had wanted to do this for a long time ago, almost like you needed it, almost like you wanted more. As you two were kissing, you eventually went out of breath. Yuqi’s half closed eyes gazed back at your lips, craving for more like a hungry animal. Yuqi then started attacking your neck leaving fast and hot kisses on it, lightly biting it.

You noticed Yuqi’s exposed shoulder from which her coat slightly fell off. In response, you slide her arm on her other shoulder, take off her coat and throw it aside. “If it gets dirty I’m making you clean it” Yuqi threatened playfully as her hot breath tickled your neck. "I wouldn't mind getting my hands dirty for you, Mrs. Song.” you respond as your hands find their place on Yuqi’s neck. A low giggle escaped Yuqi’s throat as she kissed your lips.

Even if your height difference wasn’t that big, Yuqi could easily take control. She turned your body to the opposite side and pushed you to her table while still kissing you. You roughly laid on Yuqi’s table as Yuqi left deep kisses on your lips, then on your chin and collarbone.

Looking at your chest she continues to go down. You’re not sure of her actions, but you decide to patiently wait for her next move. Looking up at you, Yuqi slowly starts to unzip your pants and takes them off. Revealing your beautiful legs, Yuqi starts kissing them from your knees, to your inner thighs and stops when she gets close to your panties.

“So wet for me already,” Yuqi said as she slid her fingers under your underwear’s fabric and took it off. Revealing your already wet pussy, she admires it for a second. “Be a good girl like you always were and take off your top” In response, you obey and take off your top as well as your bra exposing your bare chest. Yuqi stands up and kisses your lips once more before tracing kisses down your body again.

She starts sucking your right boob almost like a baby while her hand plays with your left nipple. You let out a slight moan looking up at the white ceiling. After Yuqi was done with your right nipple she moved to suck your left. Your fingers found themselves tangled in Yuqi’s hair as she was sucking your chest. ‘God, she is so good with her tongue’ you thought. Yuqi was finally done with your chest and she continued to leave kisses down your stomach. She was slowing her tempo by every kiss until she finally came to your pussy.

She put light kisses on it, just to get a reaction from you. And she did. “Mrs…please.” you begged. Yuqi just smirked and got down to work. Her tongue was finally on your pussy and you felt like heaven. You sat on the table and rested your right leg on her shoulder as you gripped her hair. Hot moans escaped your mouth every now and then. She was eating you out so passionately with an even faster tempo. To spice things even better, she inserts two of her long and slender fingers into you. You let out a high-pitched gasp while closing your eyes.

Slurp sounds and moans were the only thing heard in the room. But who is there to stop you two? Yuqi was the boss there, and you were her favorite worker. She hit your sweet spots so effortlessly that made you feel like you were seeing stars. “Cum for me darlin’, you’re doing brilliant.” She gives a slight praise before speeding up her fingers as your moans got louder. And as you were on your edge, your cum covered her face, but she licked it all.

You were speechless to even say anything cause if someone told you a week ago your Boss would give you the best orgasm of your life you wouldn’t believe them. Yuqi gently kisses your cheek as she slides her nails on your inner thighs.

“Consider this as your reward,” she whispered in your ear, placing another kiss but on your lips. “And consider me yours.”

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