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When you start a relationship with them - Queen! BLACKPINK - AU - GN! Reader.

Fluff/Angst

AU Index

Previous Part

Jisoo

“My Queen…” You spoke in a formal way, loud enough for your voice to echo around the throne room. “A messenger from the Kingdom of Ostral has arrived.”

At your voice, Jisoo sat straight on her throne, her simple figure and posture drawing the respect and the attention every Queen should. As you looked at her and walked to be besides her, with your heart full of how proud you feel about her, the messenger walked to be just a few steps in front of Jisoo, holding an envelope in her hands.

“Greetings, most benevolent Queen of Kora and Duchess of Soul and Busen, Queen Kim Jisoo.” The messenger bowed down. “I come in the name of my respectable liege, Queen Roseanne Park of Ostral and Duchess of Canberr, in order to make a formal invitation for a summit of the Four Pearls of the Sea”

Jisoo stood in silence for a few moments. “Queen Roseanne Park? Daughter to the Emperor Mason Clarke?” The messenger nodded with a smile.

“Indeed, my loving liege is searching to reestablish what was once a powerful alliance, lost to the time because of minor disagreements.”

“Threatening for war is not a minor disagreement.” Jisoo immediately retorted. “Tell me, what does Queen Roseanne think that my kingdom would benefit from this reestablishment of our alliance?”

“My liege is aware of what our past Emperor did, and she sends her apologies in the way of the most beautiful flowers of her personal garden that will decorate the halls of your castle.” As the messenger talked, Jisoo looked towards you, to which you nodded, confirming what the messenger was claiming. “And about your question, the past alliance made all of our nations to flourish in unimaginable ways, connecting our cultures and giving our citizens the safest region they could ever imagine, my liege aims to bring that back, Queen Jisoo.”

When the messenger stopped talking, an almost unbearable silence made its presence in the throne room in expectancy of the Queen´s decision. “(Y/N), what do you think?”

You look surprised at Jisoo, whose gaze fell upon you, not in an intimidating way, but in a seeking gaze, one that craved, in a subtle way, for an answer. “If I may, my Queen.” You looked towards the messenger, remembering whatever you could from your childhood, specifically, about the event that caused the rupture of a once very powerful alliance. “While it is true Emperor Mason Clarke threatened to take his armies into the territory of the rest of the members, our past monarch, King Kim Ha-Joon, did block numerous amounts of merchandise to be imported from the alliance and failed to keep his exporting promises prior to King Mason´s threat; that without mentioning the actions of Queen Chitthip Bruschweiler and King Kim Dae-Jung took that further weakened the relationship” You returned your eyes towards Jisoo, who was carefully listening to your speech. “In my opinion, your Highness, one or the other isn’t to blame, everyone played a part in the dissolution of the alliance; and what the messenger claims is true, the alliance gave nothing but prosperity while it held strong; I don´t see why it would change now if the four members agree to reestablish it.”

Jisoo nodded and returned her gaze to the messenger. “Then, it´s decided, I will gladly accept the invitation.” Jisoo extended her hand and the messenger hurried to give the envelope she held towards the Queen. “I hope Queen Roseanne won´t mind about bringing my future spouse with me.”

At her last phrase, you were left in the shock, as in a bucket full of ice and water ws just poured onto your head.

“Of course, she wouldn’t mind Queen Jisoo, however, I would have to write the name of your partner, just so my liege and the guards can be prepared to receive the future royal couple.” Jisoo smiled at her while you looked at the ground with a heavy heart.

“Their name is (Y/N) (Y/LN).” As Jisoo´s words left her mouth, you looked at her and crossed eyes, a slight smile accompanied by a small blush adorned her expression, while you just smiled after a few seconds. At the sign of your acceptance, Jisoo looked back at the messenger. “I will write their name in a formal letter I ask of you to deliver to your Queen, if you´d be so kind.”

“Of course, Queen Jisoo.”

“Then, you may leave.”

The messenger gave a bow before abandoning the room, leaving you and Jisoo alone. Oddly enough, none of you talked after that, as if no words were needed. Jisoo just looked at you and you looked back at those sparkling eyes you grew to love over the years before she delicately grabbed your hands with hers, as if she was afraid you were going to let go, but all the contrary, you intertwined your fingers with her, waiting for the next royal visit of today.

Jennie

War has ended, not in completely peaceful way, as you and Jennie would have wanted it, but finally, Zeland was united once again under the Kim Dinasty.

After the battle in which you were injured, that would be written in the history books as the Siege of Hestings, the remaining Kingdom of Ockland, seeing the military power the Queen Jennie held, invited her on a negotiation in search of peace. However, Jennie wouldn´t back down on her efforts to finally unite the long-forgotten empire that once ruled the land, but instead of threatening for war, she offered to take them as vassals; power in Ockland would be left almost untouched, and the government could stay as it was, if they swear fealty to her. To Ockland, it sounded more of a threat than an offer; bend the knee or be conquered, so they accepted it.

Ever since then, things changed for the better. The capital of the Empire was positioned back at the City of Lington, as it was before the Day of Separation, 150 years ago. As all the lands were under her hand, Jennie became a mighty Empress and peace was once again restored; all the while you were recovering from your injuries.

Now, feeling so much better, you were taking a much-needed free time from the army. You needed to organize your thoughts and your feelings, which ever since the day Jennie visited you in your room and cried beside you. From that moment onwards, somehow, the world seemed to be brighter, but in turn, the things that had sense suddenly felt illogical, either that, or you never really thought about it before.

You felt like a human, not a sword or a shield, but a person, and it felt weird. Freedom was a thing you never sought, but now you had it. If you wanted, you could resign the army right here and now and dedicate your life to planting potatoes or living rough in the forests, but somehow, that didn’t feel like an option.

“I finally found you.” Jennie said as she stood behind you. You turned around, surprised that you didn’t hear her exiting from the hatch that connected the top of the tower to its interior. “Admiring the view?”

“Yes, my Empress.” You answered before returning your view further from the wall of Lington.

“I’ve told you to not call me that while we are alone” She walked and stood beside you as her eyes scanned the sea that separated both of the islands that conform the Empire. “And I know you are not just admiring the view, something is bothering you” Her eyes softly gazed upon the side of your face. “Am I wrong?”

“You are not.” Your eyes fixed on the sunset shining on the calm waters as Jennie put a hand to your back and softly caressed it over your clothes.

“Do you want to talk about it?” You thought for some seconds and nodded.

“Ever since I’ve been alive, all I knew was war, blood, metal… I was taught to serve you, to fulfill your every desire, even if it meant that a sea of blood would flow down the streets of whatever city your heart desired to conquer, and now, although we´ve won, I still feel as if something isn’t complete” You sighed. “I guess I… I don’t know what to do and it´s scary.”

Jennie listened carefully to each word you told her and felt relieved at the fact that you were willing to share your torment with her. “My father used to say that a mind in darkness meant that we were afraid to shine a light in it.”

“I’ve told you I only know weapons, not sweet words.” You said in a joking manner which made Jennie to giggle before, without thinking, she held your hand and rose it up to her chest, which in turn caught your undivided attention.

“That means that, whenever you feel lost, it´s because you are afraid to look at what’s truly going on, around you and inside you.” Her words, somehow, gave you a sense of relief as your eyes met hers in a rewarding gaze. “And I know you are very short-minded when it comes to feelings and such, but trust me that I will do everything in my power to ―

And a kiss brought silence between both of you. With care, you held her cheek as you met your lips with hers; you felt that was your answer, which you needed to do before thinking about your next move, unfortunately though, you didn’t think much about how to do it and when that thought crossed your mind, you attempted to broke the kiss, but your Empress didn’t allow you to.

She held onto your nape and pulled you closer to her as she guided your hand to her waist.

Unknowingly to you, historians wouldn’t mark the Siege of Hestings nor the Pact of Ockland as the beginning of a new era, but rather, they would do so with what came to be known as the Kiss of Lington; the renaissance of a prosperous Empire of Zeland.

Rosé

TW: Sex shaming.

A rose has thorns, and you had to re-learn that the bad way. You had grown closer with your Queen, maybe more than she would have liked at this time. So, in one of your many lunch gatherings at the private garden, you confessed to her that you had a relationship in the past.

You don’t even remember how that topic surfaced, but you told her the entire story. This person you dated; you met them when you were just a teenager. Their parents were merchants that would weekly meet with yours in search of product to buy, that´s how your family survived after all. Unknowingly to you, Roseanne wasn´t liking the story you were telling with somehow of a yearning smile, but you didn´t notice that and continued talking about that past love of yours. You even told her about how you used to talk about marriage, much to her disgust, but even so, she resisted her jealous fit, up until a sentence changed it all.

“I delivered myself completely to them, mind and body, but then ―

And she didn’t let you finish. She stood from her chair and started berating you and yelling at you at how you weren’t pure and how you should be ashamed of having sex before marrying, amongst other hurtful things. Practically, she released all of her upbringing her parents gave her right onto you before she walked away from you.

Now, here you were, in the middle of the private garden, days later. You still cared for the flowers with the best of your abilities while also keeping your mind away from her words. Her words hurt you, to unimaginable ways, but then again, you were a servant and unfortunately, she wasn’t the first nor will she be the last to berate you. However, you just wish that whatever punishment she had for you would come quick, instead of making you wait for days.

Maybe she would just fire you, or maybe she would just burn the gardens before firing you, or maybe a physical form of punishment will arrive…

You sighed and cleaned your dirty hands on your clothes; maybe, you should have never thought of Roseanne as a friend, let alone as a possible partner, she is a Queen and you are a servant.

Having finished for today, you turned around, ready to exit the gardens, but as soon as did so, Roseanne was there, right at the entrance of the garden, her eyes digging holes in yours.

You bowed your head and stood frozen in your place, ready for whatever punishment she had for you; your heart started beating hundreds of beats per minute and you felt like vomiting right on the spot, but you couldn’t let yourself to do that, unless you wanted the punishment to be harsher.

Roseanne walked towards you as you held your head low, the click of her heels putting you more into your nerves. Then again, you wished that it would just be over. You closed your eyes in order to cope with the fear channeling into your body, you were prepared for anything she had in mind… Or almost anything.

Your eyes shot open as you felt her hands softly grasping onto yours and looked at the figure of Roseanne, the powerful Queen of Ostral, with both knees on the floor, with no care in the world for the fact that her dress was being tainted with dirt.

Her eyes started to tear, and her lips started to quiver, but still, she did her best to look right into your eyes. “I’m so sorry, (Y/N)…” Even if she sobbed, even if her nose started to run, her eyes never abandoned you. “…Please, I beg of you, forgive for the words I said and for the hurt I caused, I don’t know what got into me… I…” You could see her struggle to find the correct words to say, but you were still so shocked at what was happening that you couldn’t act upon it. “…I… Just the thought of you being with another person… in that way and many other ways… I couldn’t stand it and acted so unfair towards you… I just wished that I would have been in their place… the first one to kiss you… the first one to love you as you deserved… and I couldn’t stand otherwise… I…”

“They were just using me.” You interrupted her, wanting to finish the story you couldn’t because of her outrage. “After we bedded, they never returned… Their parents talked to mine and told them what happened between us, apologizing because they knew their child was a piece of work but that they thought they found in me something that could make them better; turns out, I was another one of their many experiences.” As you remembered that hurtful situation, you couldn’t help but to tighten your grip on her hands. “So, no, don’t ever wish to be in their place, because they hurt me much more than any word could.” You tug her hands upwards and helped Roseanne to be on her feet. “But I will not grant you my forgiveness.” Roseanne’s heart break at your words but she found comfort again when your hand caressed her cheek. “I’m afraid you will have to win that over time.”

She quickly nodded and hugged you immediately afterwards. She would show you that she can be better and that she can love you as much as you deserve it, but first, something had to be formalized. “May I court you in the meanwhile?” She asked in a whisper so soft that the wind could have easily take it away, but you heard her crystal clear.

“You may, my Queen.”

Lisa

“One, two, three; one, two, three; one, two, three.” Lalisa kept those words in repetition as she danced with you in her personal practice hall.

With your hands intertwined, one of hers on your shoulder and one of yours in her thin waist, you danced around to the absence of any music and the soft light of the moon shone through the windows. Lalisa’s long pajamas flowed gracefully with your movements and the sound of your boots echoed through the floor of the hall. She had tried to convince you to wear any other thing other than your uniform, but you kept rejecting her advice.

By now, some weeks later after you first danced with her, she kept pestering you about your uniform, but she was still happy that you constantly accepted her invitations to dance despite your grumpy attitude.

Meanwhile, you’ve grown accustomed to see the Queen in an aspect only her mirror should be allowed to. Of course, you were somehow fearful of having grown to close towards her; you would even say that she’s the closest person you had ever since you were a kid, and that’s saying something. Your mind, one of a soldier, told you that you were playing a dangerous game. Liking the Queen, in the way you did, was an impediment to your labor as the Commander of the Royal Guard, but you couldn’t help it.

Your mentors and your teachers would be berating you, punching you, kicking you, hurting you, if they ever see you like this. They did their best to taught you to separate your mind from your heart, to think rationally rather than being a suicidal warrior jumping headfirst into battle; to the Queen, you were more useful alive rather than dead.

Still, here you were, she broke down your whole training with just her smile. Who would have said that the best warrior in the realm would be defeated by the mere presence of the monarch?

“You’ve gotten better.” Lalisa smiled at you as both of you kept dancing, to what you stood silent. “You and your grumpy attitude, you need to let your hair down!”

“I can’t, my ―

“Lisa.”

“I can’t, Lisa” You sighed after you had to correct yourself yet again. “It is my job to protect you at all times.”

“But you are protecting me” Lalisa stopped dancing and stood away from you. “With you in here, I dare any person to step in here and try to touch me, because I know they’ll fall dead onto the floor in less than five seconds.” You stood silent once again and looked towards the sword hanging from your waist, yet another thing Lisa wanted you to let go of while dancing. “You are my best soldier, and my most trusted person in the palace, even if the world was ending, I know, somehow, you’ll find a way to make me escape unscathed.”

“I’m afraid I can’t do that when my mind isn’t focused.” Lalisa leaned her head on her side and tried to meet your gaze, but you were still looking at your sword.

“Why aren’t you focused?” When Lalisa became impatient, she grabbed your chin and made you look at her in the eyes. For the first time ever, she saw a glimpse of doubt in yours. “Answer me.”

You inhaled deeply. “Because you are in front of me.”

Lalisa became silent at your words, up until her mind processed what you meant by that, making her cheeks go into a little tint of red. With a fearful heart, she slowly moved her hand to your cheek and caressed your cheekbone. You wanted to explain more of your feelings, you really did, but the words simply wouldn’t leave your mouth, but the way you leaned into her touch gave Lalisa all the answers she needed for now.

“I know how conflicted you must feel right now.” She talked in a soft and slow voice. “You have a duty to accomplish, yet you yearn for something else that you know could put in jeopardy that which you call your calling. I know that, because I feel it too.” Even if her words gave you a certain comfort and happiness, you couldn’t shake the fearful feeling that still reign in your heart. “So, I won’t pressure you into something more. Are you alright with taking things slow?” You nodded and saw in her lips the most beautiful smile being drawn over them, before she surrounded your neck with her arms and gave you the most comforting hug you’ve had since a long time.

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scrtxai · 1 year ago

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SINISTER (BLACKPINK X READER) - PROLOGUE

"Yeay finally, rest!" Lisa flopped on the couch and snuggled her face in the cushion. Jisoo blankly stares at them then gives a firm smack on Lisa's butt making the Thai flinch with whines.

"It hurts!" Lisa glared over her shoulder as Jisoo stuck her tongue out. Jennie just chuckled while watching the two crackheads keep bickering each other.

"Unnie… I'm hungry" Rosé whines with her growling stomach. "How about me and Jennie going to the convenience store for a while?" Jisoo suggested. Jennie humming, thinking about night snacks. "It will be good. I'm actually hungry also" Jennie said.

"Alright. Rosé, take care of that monkey. She will do something stupid after me and Jennie are gone" Jisoo commanded. "Alright" Rosé obliged as the two elders wore thick coats before leaving from their apartment.

As the door closes, Rosé suddenly feels the dark aura behind her. Rosé looks over her shoulder seeing Lisa smirks at her.

"Seems like only two of us~"

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"Which one Lisa likes most?" Jennie mumbled while choosing night snacks for them . "Are you already done?" Jisoo asked while checking the basket filled with her chosen snacks along Rosé's.

"Mine is done, only Lisa left. I don't know which want she loves most"

"I thought you know her so well"

"She sometimes wants this and that. Wait, she likes something spicy!" Jennie took the spicy chicken noodles.

"How about french fries? She loves eating that during midnight" Jisoo looked at Jennie and put the snacks into her basket. "We already have that. Lisa must be tired and so hungry, " Jennie said and gave her famous gummy smile. "Are you talking about Lisa or Rosé? As I know Rosé is the one who is always hungry" Jisoo furrowed her eyebrow. Jennie flinched with a slight tint on her face.

"Ermm s-she y-you know loves sneaking at night"

"You look kinda sus"

"Oh please, now hurry up! Let's go back to our dorm. Oh god I'm so hungry!" Jennie said still face red but not showing to the elder. Jisoo chuckled as she knew about Jennie so well.

After the payment, Jisoo and Jennie left the convenience store with two plastic bags in their both hands. "Do you buy that dessert?" Jisoo asked. "No. I haven't bought that dessert" Jennie said. "What? Why?" Jisoo whines. "It's not my problem !" Jennie argues back.

As they were busy arguing, there's a figure coming towards them. The blood dripped from that person. The glint of that person's eyes looked at the two idols. The manager's car arrived and parked near Jennie and Jisoo. The manager comes out from the car, opens the car door for them before he takes plastic bags. As they wanted to ride in, the manager saw a girl slowly walking to them. Look so weak in the Manager's eyes.

"What's wrong, Manager-nim?" Jennie asked the manager. The manager still eyes on that injured girl. Jennie followed the Manager's focus direction and her eyes widened. Jisoo also looks at the object where Jennie and Manager are looking at.

They saw a young injured girl.

The tired and bruised face, her body broken can see the meat. Her toenails pluck out, and worse she looks so skinny. The young injured girl suddenly fell on her knees. Her vision became blurry and wanted to pass out. The last thing she saw was an unknown girl run towards her.

Jennie is the one getting off from the van and running towards that fainted girl. Jisoo also gets off and runs with Jennie. Jennie on her knees and shaking the young girl's body. She uses her index finger, put near the fainted girl's nose. She can feel a hot breath. Jennie sighs in relief, knowing the young girl is still alive.

"Manager-nim, call the ambulance now. Unnie, call others that we will be home later. I want to accompany this girl" Jennie said, brushing her dirty hair. Her face wrote concerned, ignoring the odor of the young abused girl.

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"Another round?"

"N-no…"

"Come on, I know you can resist it"

Rosé pant heavily as she exhausted, playing dancing games that Lisa prepared after Jisoo and Jennie left from their dorm. "Seriously, Lisa. I really can't take it. I'm dead" Rosé slumped her body on the floor. Sweats drenched her whole body.

"Wow, you look hot, Rosé," Lisa complimented the blonde. "I know" Rosé smirks at Lisa. Lisa's phone suddenly rang on the couch. Lisa takes her phone and looks at the screen showing Jisoo's contact. "Oh it's Jisoo Unnie" Lisa said while wiping her sweats on her neck then she answered her unnie's call.

"Hello? Yes Jisoo Unnie. What?! Why, what happened? Eh?! How come?! Should we go there also? Okay. Alright Jisoo Unnie"

"What is it, Lisa?" Rosé asked.

"We should get ready and going to the hospital"

"What? Why?"

"They saw a badly injured girl near the convenience store and they're right now on their way to the hospital" Lisa explained, making Rosé immediately get up from the floor in shock.

"How come they…"

"I know. But we must go there also. Now let's take a bath" Lisa said arranging the things scattered on the floor. "You mean both of us? Bath together?" Rosé asked, possibly choke the youngest member. "You go first. After that, me" Lisa's eye twitching hiding her shock, anger and embarrassment because of her so-called church girl friend.

After they both took a bath and wore comfortable casual outfits, the door rang and Lisa immediately opened the door revealing their manager. "Let's go. Switch off all the lights and other electricity before we go" The manager said and Rosé obliged to switch off all the lights.

Meanwhile in the hospital…

Jennie asked the doctor about the young girl's condition. The Doctor said the young girl was in a stable state and needed some rest. Jennie sighs in relief along Jisoo. The doctor allowed them to take a visit.

Jennie and Jisoo entered inside the ward. They see a young girl's whole body wrapped with bandages from her face to her toes, only her short black hair and mouth revealed. Jennie's face wrote a sad emotion seeing the young girl laid on the bed.

"How could people do this to her?... This is my first time to see an abused girl in this critical…" Jennie sits beside the young girl.

"Some humans are cruel and heartless," Jisoo said, eyes on a sleepy young girl. "I can't stand seeing her miserable. We should take care of her like adopted her?" Jennie suggested. "That will be a good idea," Jisoo agreed.

"She must have a name… "

"We will know it sooner once she woke up"

The door opened wide with loudness as the maknae line suddenly barged in. The young girl was startled in her sleep. Jennie shuts them up, asking them to lower their voices if they want to talk. Lisa and Rosé nodded with careful, slow waking to their .

"Unnie, is this the girl you saved?" Rosé asked.

"Oh My god… She looks skinnier than me…" Lisa mumbled with a scared face on. "Because she might be abused or tortured by beasts and disgusting people out there" Jennie gritted her teeth, clenched the blanket tight. "Jendeuk, calm down. Everything will be okay" Jisoo said, brushing Jennie's back. Jennie reaches the young girl's hand and holds it gently.

"Stay strong, girl. You can do it…"

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I hope you guys enjoy this new chapter!

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graveyardhorror · 3 months ago

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𝔎𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔗𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔏𝔬𝔳𝔢: 𝔐𝔲𝔰𝔢

🥀 𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗦𝗶𝘅: 𝗢𝗳𝗳 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗥𝗮𝗶𝗹𝘀 🥀

KILL THIS LOVE SERIES MASTERLIST

"Love is crazy. Love is powerful. Love can make us do crazy and powerful things"

A few weeks later - Jisoo pov

I couldn't believe how easy it was to find more about them. What if this information got into the wrong hands? Were they trying to get themselves hurt? Having this much information about your personal life made public, seems like they're too trusting, too naive.

"It seems like my little muse is a bit...dumb" I huffed out a giggle as I thought quietly to myself.

Whatever, it's not like none of this will even matter when my plan is done. They'll have me to protect them from the world. It really is a dark and dangerous world we live in. I can shield them, they can inspire me. Perfect and ideal.

Looking at my laptop I continued to read the information the private investigator sent me.

What?

After I first saw Y/N, I couldn't help myself. I wanted as many details as I could get my hands on as quickly as time would allow, however certain conditions make that difficult for me to be the one to do it.

Ever since I was a child I was diagnosed with quite a few disorders. Severe bipolar disorder, that caused me to later be diagnosed with insomnia and a bunch of other things that I won't get into. I used to take medication to prevent me from doing impulsive and reckless things. Now, all I seem to do is impulsive and reckless things. Dangerous, even.

I no longer believe in holding myself back. I've gotten pretty good at fooling everyone, though my undereyes could give me away, there's makeup for that.

If I hadn't hired that private investigator who knows what I would have ended up doing? I cannot be putting myself at risk right now, not until my plan is fully ready.

Hm,

this is unlike me.

"There's no way she-"

"Sweetie! Dinner's ready!"

I hear my mother call me from downstairs.

That sly little-

No.

I need proof first.

That night - Jisoo pov

I can't believe mother would do this to me. Her and I spoke during dinner, about my wellbeing of course. I thought I wasn't taking any medication. They hinder my mind. I need to think. Most importantly, I need to know how I'm going to make them mine. She doesn't know this, mother I mean. She knows a lot and I respect that, to a certain degree. However, she can't seriously think that getting between me and my muse is going to end well for her and dad. Right?

Seems like my plan just got a step.

Step 1: learn more about Y/N

Step 2: get closer

Step 3: eliminate anyone who gets in my way

Step 4: ?

Step 5: happily ever after (aka marriage! <3)

Only five steps! Sounds so simple when I write it down ha ha. For so long I was deprived of my natural instincts, my essence as a predator. I can't even remember the last time I felt homicidal.

I pouted to myself. "This is horrible," mumbling I took out my scrapbook.

Labeled "MUSE <3"

I created it the day I say them for the first time. I couldn't help myself, I even took some supplements to make my normal antipsychotics less effective.

I'm not crazy and I am most certainly not losing my mind.

I'm Jisoo, I'm okay. I always am.

I was never the problem, the weak ones were the people trying to stop me from being myself. I shouldn't be ashamed of being me, they should be though. For trying to hide my true power and nature.

Rolling over on my side, I flipped my scrapbook to my favorite picture.

"I can't wait for our wedding day," sighing dreamily as I lay on my bed, hugging one of my pillows tightly. It sucks that I can't rush the boring stuff, the best is always saved for last after all.

I need more. More of Y/N. More information. I want it all. I want all of them.

But for now, I have to settle down. Mother thinks I'm on her side, but I always have some tricks up my sleeve.

I took my sleeping medication for the first time in about a month, not because I wanted to but because I was starting to see things again from sleep deprivation. I certainly did not miss seeing the eyeless bloody woman following me around all day.

Finally, I slept a dreamless sleep.

Next day - Y/N pov

For the past two weeks I've been having the same recurring dream. I don't understand what it means. Is it a warning? My overactive imagination? A product of the true crime podcast I keep listening to every other day?

I don't know. Part of me wants to believe it's just my brain being funny to me. I can't help but think that maybe my gut feeling is right, that this nightmare is my future.

I just hope that I'm wrong.

I got out of my car, walking towards the building my first class of the day was located in, I spotted something out of the corner of my eye. What the-

Turning my head to look across the parking lot, I saw nothing. I could've sworn I saw a woman, wearing all black and was she covered in b-

No. Maybe my parents are right about me listening to scary things so often, seems to be the only they're right about though.

We got into another fight today about my plans after graduation. You would think they would save this until my last year of university, and not the first semester of my first year.

I just want to feel understood, even my best friend is starting to side with my parents.

"They just want what's best for you and your future" I scrunch my nose in annoyance, remembering what they said after I told them about my parent's view on my future career.

Whatever,

I have to get to class I don't have time for this.

Third person pov

Jisoo had all the time in the world for this. Paying some overly intelligent teenager to do her homework and online exams for her was so worth it in her opinion. She had finally found her first full time job: watching Y/N.

Jisoo's pov

Wow.

I really am deeply into them. Ha. Who would've thought that I was capable of feeling what I'm currently feeling?

Falling down a sea of rough waters called love. Dragging me down to the depths of the sea.

I can't be upset at the thought of drowning, if I refuse to be saved.

I want to be at the sea floor. I need it badly.

I don't want to come up for air, who cares for oxygen anyway?

I don't need anything or anyone but them.

My lovely and dear muse.

How I missed you and your precious face.

As I watched you get out of your car, I almost thought you sensed my presence. Before I could even melt into a puddle of pure dopamine I noticed something. Someone else?

Who were you glancing at? Do I really have more competition than I thought?

No no no no no.

First your friend who your oddly close to, then mother becomes a new threat against our relationship, now your looking at other people? In front of me?

I need to do something,

And I need to do something fast.

𝖠 𝖩𝖨𝖲𝖮𝖮 𝖪𝖨𝖬 𝖧𝖮𝖱𝖱𝖮𝖱 𝖠𝖴

𝖽𝗂𝗏𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖻𝗒 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗒

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mel-liflu0us · 1 year ago

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Nothing But Stardust

Like the fatal attraction between sun and moon, such was the web which strung us together but forbade our coexistence. With each our own duties and individual path among the stars, it seemed predetermined that our futures would never collide… until now.

It was her. It had to be her.

Walking through the bustling market streets, skillfully dodging puddles, just might well have been my only escape from this soggy miserable world. But if the glimpse I had held true, it might just need a promotion.

I whip around and my eyes desperately jump from person to person scanning through the endless crowd, searching for a shimmer of the pebble that had sent unending ripples through my heart mere years before.

Yes, mere.

In this moment, I found myself willing to dismiss the turmoil that had felt so drearily eternal a few minutes before as nothing more than a brief blip in the matrix.

Just as I’m about to return to my monotonous abyss of apathy, I hear the bright clear twinkle of silver bells as she ducks into a café just a few feet away. I stand there, paying no mind to the drizzle leaving tiny beautiful droplets clinging to my coat. Watching through the glass window, I see her smiling at the boy manning the cash register and reciting her order. She looks…alluring, as always. I smile a bittersweet, sad, smile.

Happy…without me, I think to myself.

With her drink in hand, she turns and walks toward a seat by the window–toward me. I panic. I turn around and shake off the fuzzy drizzle remnants on my coat and stride off back into the crowd, as a comet whirls into view and disappears once again into the great darkness.

But stars belong in constellations. And a fallen star can’t last without the brilliant warm glow of the others and its light will soon dim leaving nothing but stardust.

#pining #angst #heartbreak #lost love #deep thoughts #longing #rainyday #cafe #wlw #jenlisa #blackpink au

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aphroditelovesu · 8 months ago

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.⋆◞❖°･.masterlists◡̈♡._

*:･ﾟ✧.for you, 𝐼 ★•¸— ̶c̶o̶u̶l̶d̶ pretend like ❝.╭.+I w͟a͟s͟ h𝑎ppy°⊹when I was⋆◟̆๑𝓼𝓪𝓭; for you❝.:*｡I could p͟r͟e͟t͟e͟n͟d͟˘.+*✦like I ɯαs▾₊˚𝓈𝓉𝓇𝑜𝓃𝑔 wh𝑒𝑛 I｡*☆𝙝𝙪𝙧𝙩; ℐ wish･ﾟ｡❥love was ᴘᴇʀғᴇᴄᴛ❀⊰｡as love ̶i̶t̶s͟e͟l͟f͟╮ⵓ❞¸I ɯısh all あ.♡my 𝔀𝓮𝓪𝓴𝓷𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓮𝓼 could ❞.ᔘ❀be 𝖍𝖎𝖉𝖉𝖊𝖓; I୭.° grew a 𝑓𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟+*.♡:th𝑎t can't be ↬,｡˚𝘽𝙇𝙊𝙊𝙈𝙀𝘿 in a↷.dream•that c͟a͟n͟'͟t͟ come ★*̣̥⁄⁄𝓽𝓻𝓾𝓮৴☽❰❪+

↳¸•.↑✿cited song: fake love by BTS.

➷°.[✩] BTS ╭⟡;💜

➷°.[✩] BLACKPINK╭⟡;🖤

➷°.[✩] ITZY ╭⟡;🧡

➷°.[✩] Stray Kids ╭⟡;💙

くくく EXO: Yandere Baekhyun (Romantic), Yandere Suho (Romantic). くくく TWICE: Imagine as Classmates.

➷°.[✩] Greek Mythology ╭⟡;⚡

➷°.[✩] Egyptian Mythology ╭⟡;𓂀

➷°.[✩] Historical Characters ╭⟡;📜

くくく The Lost Queen | Yandere!Alexander the Great ❝You woke up near a military camp without remembering how and why you got there, you didn't understand why they were dressed like ancient Greeks, all you knew was that you weren't safe and you needed to get out of that place as soon as possible. Too bad for you that you found yourself attracting unwanted attention from the Macedonian King and he won't let you go so easily.❞ The Lost Queen Series Masterlist

➷°.[✩] The Vampire Diaries // The Originals╭⟡;🧛

➷°.[✩] House of the Dragon╭⟡;🐉

➷°.[✩] Game of Thrones╭⟡;❄️

➷°.[✩] The Sandman╭⟡;⌛

➷°.[✩] Outlander╭⟡;🗿

➷°.[✩] Wednesday╭⟡;🎻

➷°.[✩] Brooklyn Nine-Nine╭⟡;👮‍♂️

➷°.[✩] Bridgerton╭⟡;🐝

➷°.[✩] Shadow and Bone╭⟡;☠️

➷°.[✩] Outer Banks╭⟡;💰

➷°.[✩] K-Dramas╭⟡;❤️

➷°.[✩] Reign╭⟡;👑

➷°.[✩] The Tudors╭⟡;🗡️

➷°.[✩] Hannibal╭⟡;🍽

くくく The Bloody Viscount | Yandere!Anthony Bridgerton ❝You had fallen in love with Viscount Bridgerton and he had fallen in love with you. The marriage seemed perfect, but then why did Anthony Bridgerton always come home late and bloodstained?❞ Prologue; Chapter 1; Chapter 2;

➷°.[✩] Percy Jackson╭⟡;🌊

➷°.[✩] Harry Potter╭⟡;🔮

➷°.[✩] A Court of Thorns and Roses╭⟡;🌹

➷°.[✩] A Song of Ice and Fire╭⟡🔥

➷°.[✩] Attack on Titan╭⟡⚔️

➷°.[✩] Naruto╭⟡🍥

➷°.[✩] One Piece╭⟡👒

➷°.[✩] Death Note╭⟡📓

➷°.[✩] Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug and Cat Noir╭⟡🐞

➷°.[✩] How To Train Your Dragon╭⟡🐲

➷°.[✩] Marvel╭⟡۞

➷°.[✩] Love Letters╭⟡💕

➷°.[✩] Love Letters II╭⟡💕

➷°.[✩] Kinktober 2023╭⟡🎃

#masterlists #masterlist #yandere au #yandere masterlist #yandere greek mythology #yandere historical characters #yandere bts #yandere percy jackson #yandere harry potter #yandere house of the dragon #yandere game of thrones #yandere a song of ice and fire #yandere blackpink #yandere the vampire diaries #yandere the originals #yandere love letters #yandere hotd #yandere anime

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jaeyunluvbot · 24 days ago

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i see the light

genre/tags ᯓᡣ𐭩 rosé x fem!reader, wlw, classmates to lovers, college au, LESBIAN YEARNING

word count 9.2k

NOT PROOFREAD

₊ ˗ˋˏ꒰ঌ 🗝️ ໒꒱ྀིˎˊ˗

It was one of those days where the world felt a little too loud, a little too overwhelming. You sat at the back of the lecture hall, your attention drifting between the professor's voice and the window that offered a view of the bustling campus outside. College life was like this for you—quiet, distant, like you were an observer rather than a participant.

You were used to being in the background. It wasn’t like you didn’t try to make friends or be involved, but somehow you always felt like the odd one out. People would pair off, form cliques, and you'd be left to quietly observe, hoping to blend in without being noticed.

But then, there was her.

Park Chaeyoung. Roseanne. You'd heard her name countless times, always accompanied by admiration, awe, and the kind of casual reverence that came with being the most beautiful girl in any room. You’d seen her around campus, of course. It was impossible not to notice her—she had this effortless beauty that seemed to make everything else fade into the background. Blonde hair falling in soft waves, a gentle smile that was more captivating than anything you’d ever seen. She was always surrounded by a group of friends, laughing, the center of attention. She was everything you were not—carefree, charming, a little bit wild. The kind of person who didn’t just live life; she owned it.

Your heart skipped a beat when you caught her eyes for a moment. She smiled at someone near her, but you could swear for just a second, her gaze flicked over to you. You quickly turned your head, embarrassed for no real reason. You didn’t belong in her world.

"Y/N?" The professor’s voice snapped you out of your thoughts, your name echoing through the room like it was the most natural thing in the world.

You froze.

“Y/N, Park Chaeyoung. You two are partners for the class project.”

Your stomach twisted, but your eyes immediately shot to her. She was sitting just a few rows ahead, looking back at you with an easy smile that made your heart do a flip. For a second, you couldn’t even remember how to breathe.

“Looks like we’re partners,” she said casually, as if it was no big deal. As if she hadn’t just made your heart race.

You blinked, trying to get your bearings. "Uh, yeah, I guess so." Your voice sounded smaller than you meant it to, and you cursed yourself for it. But Chaeyoung didn’t seem to mind. She just gave you that warm, relaxed smile that was somehow even more captivating when it was aimed at you. You could hardly focus on what was happening as you gathered your things.

As you walked to the desk beside hers, you tried to calm the rapid pace of your heartbeat, but it was hard. How could you focus on anything when she was sitting right there beside you, radiating a kind of effortless confidence you couldn’t even begin to replicate?

Chaeyoung barely seemed to notice your nervousness. She was already scribbling something on her notebook, her pencil moving quickly as she hummed a tune under her breath. It was a little like being in her own world, and you were just a part of it now, however small.

“So, what’s the plan?” She asked, leaning back in her chair as she glanced at you with that wide, open expression of hers. “We could totally just wing it, right? I mean, we don’t have to overthink this.”

You blinked. Was she serious? "Uh, yeah, sure, we can figure it out." You fumbled with your notes, trying to appear more composed than you felt. But Chaeyoung was so easygoing, so effortless. It almost made you feel like you were doing something wrong by taking things so seriously.

She shot you another easy smile, as though reading your hesitation. “Don’t worry, Y/N. I’m not one for doing things by the book. We’ll figure it out, yeah?” Her voice was light, playful, and her whole aura felt like someone who had mastered the art of living without stress.

You nodded, trying to suppress the small thrill that bubbled up in your chest. Somehow, it didn’t feel as intimidating as it should have, being partnered with someone as carefree. Instead, it felt like being pulled into her orbit, like maybe, for once, you could be a part of something without feeling like an outsider.

As the class progressed, you found yourself watching Chaeyoung more than you probably should have. There was something about her, her softness and kindness, something that drew you in completely. You couldn’t help but feel a little envious. How did she do it?

“Hey, Y/N,” she said, breaking your thoughts. “We should grab coffee later, yeah? It’ll help clear our heads, plus we can make an outline for our project.”

You nodded quickly, unsure of what to say. “Yeah, sure. That sounds good.”

And as she flashed you that smile, the kind that made everything feel just a little bit brighter, you realized you didn’t just admire her from afar anymore. You didn’t want to just watch her live life—you wanted to be a part of it.

The bell rang, signaling the end of class, and you gathered your things slowly, still trying to process everything that had just happened. Your mind was racing with a thousand thoughts, what if she found you weird, what if she thought you were annoying? Infinite negative outcomes flashed in and out of your mind.

As the other students packed up and streamed out of the room, you glanced at Chaeyoung. She was chatting with her friends, laughing easily at something one of them said. You couldn’t help but watch her from where you sat, admiring how effortlessly she fit into every conversation, her easy laughter filling the space around her.

But then, she waved goodbye to her friends and turned to face you.

"Bye guys, I’ll see you later!" she called before making her way toward you.

You felt a flutter in your chest, and for a moment, you almost forgot how to breathe. She walked up to you with that radiant smile of hers, the one that seemed to make everything else fade into the background. “Ready to grab that coffee?” she asked, her voice light and carefree.

You nodded, trying to keep your composure. "Yeah, let’s go."

As you walked side by side, you couldn’t help but feel a little out of your element. She was so... rosy—the kind of person who could brighten up the dullest of days with just her presence. Her energy was infectious, and every so often, she'd look at you and grin, her eyes sparkling as she talked about everything from her latest music project to her obsession with a new Netflix show. She was so open, so willing to share little pieces of her life with you.

You, on the other hand, were quieter, choosing to listen more than speak. But it felt natural, being with her. It was like you didn’t need to force anything. The conversation flowed, lighthearted and easy, as you walked to a small café just off campus.

When you arrived, Rosé immediately pulled you to a corner booth. “I’m in the mood for something sweet today,” she declared, scanning the menu. “Maybe a caramel latte? Or... ooh, the matcha cake looks incredible.”

You couldn’t help but smile at how enthusiastic she was about everything. Even ordering coffee was an event for her. You decided to go along with the flow, your nerves slowly easing as you became more comfortable in her company. It felt like you could forget about the project for a moment.

She leaned back in her seat, still talking animatedly, her hands moving in the air as she spoke. "You know, I’ve been wanting to do a big road trip with my friends for ages, but we keep getting caught up in all these schedules. It’s like the universe doesn’t want us to have fun or something. But yeah, I’m definitely taking a few weeks off to just go wherever the wind takes me. That sounds pretty amazing, don’t you think?"

You couldn’t help but feel a sense of awe as you listened to her. There was something about her free spirit, the way she didn’t let anything hold her back, that made your heart ache with admiration. You’d always been the type of person who stuck to routines, who followed the rules. The idea of doing something as spontaneous as a road trip—without a care in the world—seemed so foreign to you.

"That sounds… spontaneous," you murmured, your voice a little quieter than you intended.

She grinned, her eyes lighting up at the thought. “I know, right? Variety is the spice of life.”

You felt a warm flush rise to your cheeks at her suggestion. “Maybe… I’m not really good at... that stuff,” you said, half-laughing. “I tend to overthink everything.”

She raised an eyebrow, her grin widening. “Sounds like you need to let go a little. I’ll teach you how to do it. It’ll be fun!”

For a brief moment, you forgot about the project. You forgot about everything but the way Rosé made you feel in that moment: like you could breathe easy, like you could be yourself—whoever that was.

The barista arrived with your drinks, and you took a sip, savoring the warmth of the coffee as you listened to Rosé talk about her life. She was so alive, so full of energy, and you couldn’t help but admire the way she seemed to float through life without a care in the world.

After you both sip your drinks, Rosé leaned back in her seat, taking out her laptop and flipping it open. “Okay, so, for this project, I was thinking we could each tackle one part of the topic. You know, research different branches and then just compile everything into one big document? We’ll do the presentation later,” she suggested, her eyes lighting up as she typed out some notes.

You nodded, still feeling the flutter in your stomach as she casually mapped out the plan for the project. It’s just a project, you reminded yourself. You’re just working together, that’s all.

“Sounds like a good plan,” you said, trying to keep your voice steady.

Rosé smiled, clearly pleased with herself. “Great. So, I’ll take the psychological theories part, and you can do the case studies and real-world applications? I feel like that would balance everything out nicely.”

You agreed, already thinking of how to break the research down. “Yeah, I can do that. I’ll start looking into it tonight.”

She paused for a moment, her expression shifting slightly, before she grabbed her phone from the table. “Oh, here,” she said, typing something quickly before sliding the phone toward you. “Put your number in. That way, we can share anything we find and keep track of the project together.”

You blinked, feeling your heart skip a beat as you hesitated for a second. She wanted you to text her. Of course, it was only for the project, but you felt happy she was comfortable sharing it with you.

Taking a deep breath, you typed out your number and handed the phone back. Chaeyoung flashed you a warm smile as she quickly saved your number under your name. “Awesome. I’ll text you later, and we can get the ball rolling.”

You smiled back, a little awkwardly. "Sounds good. I'll start on my part tonight."

With that, you both stood up and walked out of the café, heading toward the campus exits. Rosé waved her hand, her usual carefree energy radiating off her. “Bye, Y/N! Talk to you soon!”

“See you,” you replied, watching as she disappeared into the crowd of students.

You stood there for a moment, just watching her go, your mind still trying to process everything that had just happened. You had just spent an entire afternoon with Park Chaeyoung, a person you admired from afar, and now, you were going to be working with her for the next few weeks. What was happening?

Your thoughts spiraled for a moment, and just as you started to calm down, your phone buzzed. You pulled it out quickly and saw that Rosé had already texted you. Hey, Y/N, just making sure you got my number! Let me know if you need anything. <3 Have a good rest of the day!

Your heart did a little somersault as you read the message. Oh my god. She texted me. She’s texting me.

The sudden pressure to keep things cool hit you, and you were momentarily frozen. What were you supposed to say? It was just a text, but this felt different. You stared at the message for what felt like forever, unsure how to respond.

In the end, you simply typed back: Got it! I’ll start working on my part soon. Talk soon!

You let out a shaky breath as you put your phone away, your mind still racing.

You walked slowly across campus, trying to calm your nerves, but the more you thought about it, the more you started to feel overwhelmed. This wasn’t just any project. This was with her.

You needed someone to vent to, someone who could talk you down from this. So, you decided to meet up with Mina, one of your few friends who somehow always seemed to know how to calm you down when you were in a spiral.

Mina was already waiting for you at your usual hangout spot—a quiet bench under a tree, where you two would talk about everything and anything. When you saw her, you practically collapsed onto the seat next to her.

“What’s wrong?” Mina asked, her eyebrow raised as she looked at you. “You look like you’re about to explode.”

“I am about to explode!” you said dramatically, burying your face in your hands. “Mina, I... I can’t do this. I can’t work with her. I mean, Chaeyoung. Park Chaeyoung. She’s amazing. She’s gorgeous, and she’s so... out of my league. And I’m just this random girl who... who...” You stopped, unable to find the right words to express how you were feeling.

Mina listened patiently, waiting for you to finish your rant. “And now she’s texting me,” you continued, voice muffled as you stared at your shoes. “She’s texting me, and I don’t know what to say to her, or what to do, and I just—ugh—I’m so embarrassed. What if she thinks I’m weird? What if I mess everything up? What if... I don’t even know...”

Mia let out a soft chuckle and then nudged your shoulder. “Okay, slow down. You’re making it sound like you’re about to go on a date with her, not just... work on a project.”

“I know, but it feels like more than that,” you muttered. “It feels like everything is spiraling out of control. She’s so... I don’t know, cool, and I’m just... me.”

Mina laughed again, shaking her head. “Y/N, you’re overthinking this. You’re both working on a project, that’s it. Just treat her like any other partner. Yeah, maybe she’s a little out of your comfort zone, but that doesn’t mean you have to be some perfect version of yourself. Just be you. Trust me, people like her are drawn to people who are real.”

You exhaled slowly, processing what Mia said. “I don’t know if I can be just me around her. I feel like I’m going to mess it up, like I’m going to say something stupid, and she’s going to hate me.”

Mina shrugged casually. “Hey, you’ll never know until you try. But I’m pretty sure that if she’s texting you this much already, she doesn’t think you’re a loser or anything. Just relax.”

You let out a deep breath, feeling a little lighter as the tension eased from your shoulders. Mina was right. You couldn’t keep worrying about it. Chaeyoung wasn’t some unreachable, perfect person. She was just someone you had to work with on a project. And maybe—just maybe—she didn’t think you were a loser.

“Okay,” you said, nodding slowly. “I’ll try. I’ll just... keep it cool.”

Mina grinned. “That’s the spirit. Now, get your head in the game, and text her back like a pro.”

₊ ˗ˋˏ꒰ঌ 🗝️ ໒꒱ྀིˎˊ˗

Over the next few days, you threw yourself into the research for the project. You didn’t want to mess up this assignment, knowing it was a pretty significant chunk of your grade, so you made sure to organize everything perfectly. Each section was neatly labeled, each study and case tied together with clear, concise explanations. You found yourself getting lost in the details of the case studies, noting down all the important points and structuring your part in a way that would be easy for you both to reference later.

By the time you were done, your section was an impressive masterpiece—everything neatly formatted and color-coded, each page looking like it belonged in a textbook. You could already picture the final product of the document in your mind, a perfect combination of information that would help both of you breeze through the presentation. It was... so you. Everything was planned down to the tiniest detail.

After finishing your part, you decided to take a break and check in on the progress Chaeyoung had made. You’d agreed to share the document once both of you had worked on your sections, so you scroll up to her part of the doc. When you clicked on it, you were hit with a wave of... chaos.

Her section was filled with bullet points and random notes, entire paragraphs of thoughts jumbled together without any organization or structure. There were charts and references scattered around, and the whole page felt like a whirlwind of information. You stared at it for a moment, trying to make sense of it all. It didn’t look like anything was connected in a logical way, and there were no headers or subsections to break up the ideas.

And yet, somehow... it was charming.

You leaned back in your chair, letting out a small laugh. Of course, this is how she’d do it. Chaeyoung, the girl who always seemed to live life in the moment, had let her schoolwork reflect her carefree, spontaneous personality. She didn’t need to follow some rigid structure to get the information across—she just put everything out there, no filter, no planning. It was almost like she was throwing the pieces together and hoping it would make sense in the end. And for some reason, that just made you smile.

You carefully clicked through her notes, sorting through the clutter and trying to make sense of everything. It wasn’t hard to pick out the important bits; despite the chaotic format, everything was still there—just in her own way. You could tell she hadn’t put as much time into making it look neat as you had, but that was part of her charm. Chaeyoung didn’t seem to care about the little details as much as she cared about the big picture.

How can she make even her disorganized notes seem... endearing?

With a soft sigh, you set about organizing her work. You didn’t want to change her style entirely, but you figured you could at least help make it more readable. After all, you’d promised to work together on this. As you cut and pasted pieces of her thoughts into more manageable sections, you found yourself smiling. It was almost like you were piecing together a jigsaw puzzle—putting the pieces of her personality together, making sense of the chaos.

Once you had everything sorted, you texted her.

Hey, I worked through your section and organized it a bit. You’ve got some great info here, but I thought it might be easier to present if we split it into a few more clear sections. Lmk what you think!

You sent the message with a nervous little smile, unsure of how she’d respond. You didn’t want her to think you were criticizing her; you just thought a little structure would make everything easier.

As you waited for her reply, you couldn’t help but think about how different you both were. Where you were meticulous and detailed, Chaeyoung was relaxed and spontaneous. And while that used to make you nervous, now you found yourself growing more and more fascinated by her. She was so free—living in a way that you never could. You admired her for it, even if you were still unsure how to balance your own quiet, organized life with her loud, unpredictable energy.

A few minutes later, her text pinged back:

Thanks for fixing it! I was kind of all over the place with it, huh? Haha, I guess that’s just how I work. I really appreciate you cleaning it up, though. Let’s make this project amazing, yeah?

You couldn’t help but feel a warm rush of happiness. She wasn’t upset at all—just as chill as ever. And as you thought about it, you realized you liked the way she worked. Even if it wasn’t as “perfect” as your approach, there was something raw and real about it.

Of course! You’ve got some really great points here. I think we’re going to make a great team.

You smiled to yourself as you sent the text.

Despite the differences in how you approached everything, you were starting to realize that maybe that was what made you two work together so well. You brought the structure, and she brought the soul. And together, you’d create something that would shine in its own unique way.

₊ ˗ˋˏ꒰ঌ 🗝️ ໒꒱ྀིˎˊ˗

Time passed in a blur of research and collaboration. You and Chaeyoung continued to meet up to work on the project, but each time, the sessions seemed to get more and more relaxed. It was almost like you two had settled into a rhythm—your organized approach to the work meshing with her spontaneous personality in ways you didn’t expect.

The library became your usual spot for study sessions. But as soon as you sat down to get started, Chaeyoung would look over at you with a soft grin and pull out her phone.

"I can't study in silence," she said, tapping away at her screen. "Want to listen to something?"

Before you could even reply, she popped in one AirPod and held out the other to you. You hesitated, then took it, feeling a little awkward as you adjusted it in your ear.

She grinned as she tapped her phone, and suddenly, soft guitar strums filled your ears. It was one of her favorite songs, you could tell by how she hummed along, her fingers tapping on the desk in time with the rhythm.

You felt the tension in your shoulders ease a little. You had been focused on organizing the notes, trying to get everything perfect, but this... this was different. The music helped fill the silence, made everything feel a bit more comfortable.

Chaeyoung glanced over at you, her eyes lighting up as you started to nod along to the beat. "I swear, this is the only way I can focus. Otherwise, my brain is all over the place," she said, a little laugh escaping her lips. "I’ll get into something for like ten minutes, and then I need a break. How about we take a five-minute break after we finish this paragraph?"

You chuckled, shaking your head, but you couldn’t deny the small part of you that liked the idea. Chaeyoung’s energy was infectious, and despite yourself, you were starting to look forward to the study sessions more and more��not for the project, but because they were turning into something... else.

The two of you were both sitting in the library again, but this time, Chaeyoung pulled up her Spotify playlist before she even took out her textbooks. "Ughhhh, I swear, I have the worst attention span," she sighed dramatically. "Let's make this quick. If we finish these notes in the next hour, we can watch a movie."

You couldn’t help but smile at how casual she was about everything. "I thought we were supposed to be working, not binge-watching Netflix," you teased, but Chaeyoung just shrugged, tapping at her screen.

“Can’t help it if I get distracted. You could always join me," she said with a playful wink. "It’ll make studying so much more fun. Also, we’ll definitely watch something on Disney +, so don’t worry"

It was tempting, but you managed to refocus, working through the next set of notes and organizing everything on your laptop. Every so often, you glanced at Chaeyoung, watching her quietly while she added more of her thoughts to the project.

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But soon enough, the work stopped being the main event. Chaeyoung would pull up a movie, or start humming along to another song, or even force you to look at memes she found online, asking if you agreed with her ridiculous opinions.

One day, after you had spent hours working together, you were both sprawled out on the library couches, staring up at the ceiling. You felt completely unproductive, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. Chaeyoung had started a random playlist and was singing along to one of the tracks.

"Do you like this song?" she asked, not even bothering to check if you were listening, her voice light and playful.

You nodded. "Yeah, it’s great."

"See, I knew you'd like it," Chaeyoung grinned, practically glowing with that carefree, confident energy that you admired. “Music is like... everything to me. I feel like it’s the one thing that always keeps me grounded. You should listen to more of it. I’ll send you a playlist or something.”

Her words made you pause. Somehow, she always managed to say something that would fluster you more and more. Offering to make you a playlist may have been a small, friendly gesture on her end, but to you it signified something more, like she truly wanted you to approve of her music taste.

"Maybe I'll take you up on that," you said quietly, feeling the warmth of her easy confidence spreading to you. Maybe you didn’t have to be as serious all the time. Maybe... you could loosen up a little too.

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The next session, Chaeyoung pulled out her phone again, but this time, instead of music, she pulled up a random movie trailer. “We should totally watch this next time. What do you think?” she asked.

You laughed, looking up at her, the lines between study and play blurring even more. "You’re impossible," you teased, but a smile tugged at the corners of your lips.

"I prefer 'fun,'" she grinned back, clearly satisfied with herself.

“Maybe we can schedule a time for us to watch the movie, and save our study sessions for actually working.”

She smiles at this, a beautiful, rare sort of smile that you’d be lucky to see once in your lifetime. How you got blessed with being able to see it multiple times a week, you have no idea.

“Deal.” She says playfully sticking her hand out towards you, “shake on it.”

You smile softly and grab her hand, laughing as she shakes it vigorously.

It was a few days later when Chaeyoung sent you a message that made you pause.

Hey, let’s hang out this weekend. I promise we won’t talk about the project at all, just watch a movie. No work allowed.

You’d been feeling a little more comfortable around her lately, your study sessions slowly turning into easygoing hangouts. You’d even started looking forward to spending time with her, but the thought of taking a break from the project completely felt like a risk.

You hadn’t really hung out with her outside of those study sessions yet, and you weren’t sure if it would feel awkward, or if you’d just be staring at each other in silence like two strangers.

But when Chaeyoung followed up with a few details, you couldn’t resist.

I have a huge TV and the most amazing couch. You’ll love it. Just you, me, and zero work. What do you think?

You bit your lip, glancing at the message again. There was something about the idea of spending time with her in a more relaxed setting that made you nervous—but also excited.

You couldn’t remember the last time you’d spent an entire evening just… hanging out with someone other than Mina. You figured it would be good to do something without planning it for once, so you agree.

Okay, I’m in. What time?

Chaeyoung’s response was immediate.

7 pm. I’ll send you my address. Bring snacks, or I’ll eat all the popcorn.

It was decided.

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You paced back and forth in your apartment, holding your phone in one hand while you rifled through your closet with the other. Mina’s voice echoed through your earbuds, sounding way too calm for the panic you were feeling.

“Y/N, chill out. It’s just a movie. You don’t need to look perfect. Just wear something casual,” she said, as if she had all the time in the world to give advice.

“I know, but I don’t want to look like a mess. I can’t just show up at her apartment looking like I just rolled out of bed,” you replied, glancing at the pile of clothes on your bed in frustration. You were overthinking everything, but how could you not? It was Chaeyoung. You didn’t want to embarrass yourself.

“Trust me, she’ll like you no matter what. You know she’s all about vibes, not looking like you stepped out of a magazine cover. Relax.”

You sighed, taking a deep breath and nodding, though Mina couldn’t see it. “Right… okay, casual, got it.”

After a few more minutes of internal struggle, you settled on a soft pink sweater and leggings—comfort over style, but still cute enough to feel confident. You quickly pulled your hair into a loose bun, and after a little experimenting, opted for a light makeup look with just some concealer and mascara. You were trying to get this right, but part of you kept thinking about how Chaeyoung would look—she always had that effortlessly chic vibe, even when she was just lounging around.

Once you were ready, you grabbed your keys, checked your phone for Chaeyoung’s address, and headed out the door. But before you left, you made a pit stop at the store to grab a few snacks. You weren’t entirely sure what Chaeyoung liked, but you remembered her mentioning that she loved sweets, so you decided to grab some things you thought she’d like as well as a few personal favorites.

When you reached Chaeyoung’s apartment, your nerves were back, but they were a lot lighter than before. You knocked on the door, and after a few seconds, it swung open, revealing Chaeyoung in the cutest matching pajama set you’d ever seen. The soft pink fabric looked cozy and just… her. Her hair was in a messy braid and she had this casual, laid-back vibe that immediately put you at ease.

“Oh my god, pink is my favorite color too!” She’d exclaimed as she saw your outfit, her eyes lighting up with excitement. “I swear, we’re like twins.”

You couldn’t help but smile, feeling a warmth spread through you. “I guess we are. You look so comfy! I almost wish I wore pajamas, too.”

She laughed and stepped aside to let you in, and you immediately felt at home in her space. “You can totally change if you want. I have extra pajamas lying around somewhere.”

You shook your head, laughing. “It’s alright. I’m good. I like this outfit.”

Chaeyoung grinned and waved you over to the couch. “Perfect. Let’s get this movie night started!”

You followed her to the living room, setting down the snacks you brought on the coffee table. The giant TV was already on, the dim lighting from the lamps creating a cozy atmosphere that made everything feel casual and intimate. You found it surprisingly easy to just… relax.

“So, what are we watching?” you asked, curious but also excited to see what she’d picked.

Chaeyoung clicked the remote a few times, finally stopping on Tangled. “I know, I know, it’s kind of a kid’s movie, but it’s cute! And I’ve been wanting to watch it again.”

Your heart skipped a beat. Tangled was one of your absolute favorite movies. You couldn’t believe Chaeyoung had picked it—especially since she didn’t know it was one of your favorites.

“I love Tangled,” you said, your voice a little more excited than you meant it to be. “I’ve watched it like a hundred times.”

Chaeyoung’s eyes widened, and she smiled in that way that made your heart race a little. “Really? No way. Looks like we’re even more alike than I thought.”

You both settled into the couch, Chaeyoung pulling the blanket over both of you and casually tossing a few snacks your way. She picked up the remote and pressed play, and the movie started.

It was just as magical as you remembered, and watching it with Chaeyoung made it even better. She was so animated, laughing at all the right parts, singing along to the songs, and playfully nudging you when something cute happened. You couldn’t help but smile, feeling yourself get lost in the joy of it all. You were no longer worrying about what to say or how to act—this was easy. This was fun.

As the movie went on, you found yourself more and more caught up in the moment, laughing at the jokes, enjoying the familiar scenes, and letting the tension of the week slip away. You and Chaeyoung had somehow fallen into this rhythm, both of you comfortable and happy in the shared space.

When the movie ended, you were surprised at how quickly time had passed. Chaeyoung sighed contentedly, stretching out on the couch. “That was so fun. I forgot how much I love this movie. Thanks for coming over.”

You smiled, not wanting to leave just yet. “I had a great time. Seriously, I’m so glad you picked this.”

Chaeyoung turned to face you, her expression softening as she looked at you. “I’m glad you liked it. Honestly, I feel like I can really be myself around you. It’s just… easy, you know?”

You felt your heart flutter at her words, unsure if she realized how much they meant. “Yeah, it’s easy with you too.”

The two of you sat in the cozy silence for a moment, and you couldn’t help but think that this night was one you’d never forget. Not just because of the movie or the snacks, but because of the way you felt so comfortable with her, so… at peace.

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After that night, the two of you find yourselves texting more than usual. It’s not just about the project anymore—there are inside jokes, memes, and spontaneous conversations about random things. Every message feels easy and exciting, like you’re learning more about each other every day.

A few days later, as you’re working on the next part of the project together at a coffee shop, Chaeyoung casually drops the question.

“So… wanna hang out again this weekend?” she asks, her voice casual, but there’s a little sparkle in her eyes that makes your heart beat faster.

You look up from your notes, a little caught off guard. “Hang out? Like, no project stuff?”

“Exactly,” Chaeyoung says with a grin, “No project, just… us. Maybe we can go shopping, or get food, whatever. Anything is fun with you, you know?”

Your mind races for a moment. You didn’t expect her to want to spend more time together outside of schoolwork. But the idea of hanging out with her again, without the pressure of a project looming over your heads, excites you.

“Yeah, I’d love that,” you say before you can second-guess yourself. “We can try that new bakery that just opened down the street.”

Chaeyoung’s face lights up, and she nods eagerly. “That sounds perfect! I’ll text you the details later?”

“Definitely,” you agree, already feeling your pulse quicken at the thought of seeing her again.

Your hangouts with Chaeyoung become more frequent as the semester goes on. They start off as casual—going to coffee shops, watching movies, and trying new food spots. But as time goes on, the conversations deepen. It’s not just about school anymore; it’s about life, dreams, and the little things that make you both who you are.

You start noticing more details about Chaeyoung. How her eyes light up when she talks about something she’s passionate about. How she’s surprisingly quiet when she’s lost in thought. How she seems to always find the best places to go, like she knows exactly where to go for the best chocolate cake or the most peaceful park.

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One day, the weather had been gorgeous, so the two of you had decided to take a walk. And you end up talking about your favorite childhood memories. Chaeyoung tells you about her rebellious teenage years, when she would sneak out to meet friends and do things that would’ve given her parents heart attacks.

“You were a troublemaker?” you ask, raising an eyebrow as you glance at her.

Chaeyoung shrugs, grinning mischievously. “Maybe just a little. What about you? Were you the goody-two-shoes type?”

You laugh, shaking your head. “Definitely. I was way too scared of getting into trouble. I still am, honestly.”

“Well, that’s kind of cute,” Chaeyoung says, her voice low and teasing, a playful glint in her eye.

Your heart skips a beat. You’re not sure if it’s just the way she’s looking at you, or if it’s the words themselves, but you suddenly feel very aware of how close you two are.

Before you can respond, she nudges you with her shoulder. “It’s okay, Y/N. You don’t have to be a rebel like me. I think you’re perfect just the way you are.”

Her words hang in the air for a moment, and you can’t tell if she’s being playful or if there’s something deeper behind it. Either way, you feel something warm blooming inside you, and for the first time, you wonder if she’s flirting with you… or if it’s just her way of being sweet.

Then she speaks again, her voice unusually quiet. “I really like spending time with you, Y/N. You make everything feel so… simple, you know?”

You feel a warmth spread through you at her words, and the moment feels charged with something you can’t quite place.

“I like it, too,” you say, your voice quieter than you expect. You both stand there for a moment, the city lights casting a soft glow around you.

Chaeyoung looks at you, her gaze lingering for a moment longer than usual, and you feel a shift in the air between you. Something unspoken, something new.

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The project is finally finished, early even, and you're feeling a mix of relief and lingering nervousness. As you submit the final presentation, a strange thought creeps into your mind: Will Chaeyoung stop hanging out with me now?

You try to brush it off, but the worry lingers in the back of your mind. The project was the excuse, the reason for you to spend so much time together. And now that it's over, what will happen? Will you still see her as much? Will everything go back to being... ordinary?

You try not to dwell on it, though, and when Chaeyoung texts you about meeting up for a movie afternoon after a shopping trip, you're excited, but also a little nervous.

The two of you had gone shopping for some new clothes—mostly for fun, but also because you needed a few new things. You ended up trying on outfits and laughing at how bad some of them looked, and Chaeyoung teasing you the entire time. It was lighthearted, and you couldn't remember the last time you had this much fun on a shopping trip.

After getting some snacks and drinks, you both make your way back to her apartment, where she insists on putting on a rom-com.

"Okay, but seriously, every character in these movies reminds me of you," Chaeyoung says, glancing over at you with a grin. "Like, you’re so cute, but also a little clueless about the world around you. You make things harder than they need to be, but you’re still super loveable."

You laugh, pushing her shoulder lightly. "Am I really that bad?"

Chaeyoung just smirks, "Maybe a little."

As the movie progresses, she keeps pointing out things that remind her of you—whether it’s the quirky way you react to a situation or the innocent, “too nice for your own good” attitude you tend to have. You find it all endearing, but it also makes your heart race a little bit.

Halfway through the movie, she suddenly stretches out, letting out a long yawn. "Ugh, I’m so tired after all that shopping," she says, her eyes half-lidded. "Do you want to take a nap? I’m sure the movie can wait."

You hesitate for a moment. It’s tempting to just curl up on the couch and relax, but you look down at your outfit—a cute sweater and jeans—and wince. "I don’t know... my clothes aren’t the comfiest for napping."

Chaeyoung’s eyes immediately sparkle, and she grins. "No worries! I’ve got you covered." She runs to her bedroom, opening a drawer and fishes out a set of cute, soft pajamas before excitedly rushing back into the living room. “Here, you can wear these. They’re the softest things ever.”

You stare at the pajamas for a second, your heart beating a little faster. She just so casually hands them over, like it’s no big deal. When you look at her, she’s already changing into a matching set.

Your stomach does a little flip as you head to the bathroom to change. You can’t help but notice that the both of you are matching, something that makes your heart race a little more than it should. It was totally normal for platonic female friends to share clothes, so you try not to read into it too much.

When you come back into the living room, Chaeyoung is already lounging on the couch, arms stretched out invitingly. She pats the spot next to her. “Come on, join me. It’ll be so comfy.”

You swallow nervously and make your way over, not sure if you’re reading this situation wrong. But as soon as you lay down next to her, your body instantly relaxes from the warmth she radiates. Her arm drapes over your side naturally, and before you know it, you're both leaning into each other, the sound of the movie’s background noise fading away.

Everything feels so comfortable, yet your heart is pounding. Her scent—the mix of her perfume and the faint smell of the laundry detergent she uses—fills your senses, and it’s almost intoxicating. You try not to overthink it.

Chaeyoung shifts a bit, laying her head against your shoulder. "I can’t believe how much I love just chilling with you like this. It’s the best feeling."

You don't trust your voice to speak, so you just nod. Your heart feels like it might burst from the pressure of being this close to her, but you can’t bring yourself to move.

After a few moments of peaceful silence, Chaeyoung laughs softly, breaking the quiet. “Y/N, I swear, your heart is beating so fast right now.”

You freeze for a second, unsure how to react. The way she says it is playful, but there’s something in her voice—something that makes you wonder if she means it differently than how you first took it.

“Don’t be weird,” you reply, trying to play it cool, but inside, your pulse is still racing. “It’s just a nap, Chaeyoung.”

But deep down, you wish it wasn’t just a nap. You wish there was more to it than that.

Chaeyoung chuckles, but there’s a slight softness to her voice now. “You make me feel like I can really be myself, you know? Like, I don’t have to act all cool all the time.”

The admission catches you off guard, and you let out a soft breath. “Yeah... me too. I feel the same way.” You pause, unsure whether to say what you’re thinking. “Do you think... do you think we’ll still hang out after the project is done?”

Chaeyoung shifts just a little, her hand brushing against yours, and you swear you feel the electricity between you. She looks at you with a soft smile, her gaze sincere.

“Of course,” she says gently. “You’re one of my favorite people, Y/N. I’m not going to let you get away that easily.”

You blink at her, unsure if she’s being serious or if she’s just being her usual bubbly self. But her words make something inside you melt, and you let out a relieved sigh.

“Good,” you whisper, feeling her hand settle more comfortably over yours.

And with that, the two of you drift into a comfortable, quiet sleep, tangled up in each other on the couch, with only the faint sound of the movie playing in the background.

The day of the presentation finally arrives. You’re feeling a little nervous at first, but as soon as Chaeyoung starts speaking, you feel a wave of confidence wash over you. Her energy is infectious, and she somehow makes even the most academic content sound fun. Every time you catch her eye, you can’t help but smile. Her enthusiasm makes everything feel lighter, even as you talk through your section with precision.

By the time it’s over, the professor is practically beaming at you both. “Excellent work! You two really knocked it out of the park. Great collaboration and thorough research. This is one of the best presentations on this topic I’ve ever seen.”

Your classmates are nodding in agreement, some even applauding. You look at Chaeyoung and share a quiet, happy moment of accomplishment.

"See? Told you we'd crush it," Chaeyoung whispers with a grin, giving you a high-five. You’re practically glowing, so grateful for her presence during the whole thing. You wouldn’t have felt as confident without her, and it shows.

After a few more presentations, class ends, and Chaeyoung enthusiastically suggests celebrating. “We totally deserve it. Let’s get all dressed up and go out for a fancy dinner, my treat!”

You laugh, agreeing. "Okay, but I’m going all out tonight. I want to look good."

You both go your separate ways to get ready, and Y/N, feeling an unfamiliar excitement, takes a little extra time. You put on a beautiful dress, one that makes you feel more confident than usual. You spend a little longer on your makeup and hair than planned, hoping to look your best tonight, though you try not to overthink it.

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When you meet Chaeyoung at the restaurant, your heart skips a beat. She’s wearing a sleek, stylish outfit, and her smile is enough to make the world stop for a moment. She looks even more stunning than usual, and it hits you: you might be in way deeper than you realized.

Dinner is amazing. You two are laughing, chatting, and having a blast—just like you always do—but tonight, something feels different. The conversation flows so easily, but there’s an unspoken layer between the two of you, like you both know there’s something else that’s been left unsaid.

After the meal, you both step out into the cool evening air. Chaeyoung glances over at you and grins. “Thanks for coming with me tonight, Y/N. I had the best time.”

“Me too,” you reply, your heart fluttering slightly. “It was perfect.”

You both start walking in the direction of her apartment. You offer to walk her home, since it’s on the way. The streetlights cast a soft glow around you, and for a moment, it feels like everything has slowed down. The city noise fades into the background as you focus on each other.

When you reach the door to her building, you both stop. Chaeyoung turns to face you, her eyes locking with yours. There's a pause, a quiet moment where it feels like the world has held its breath.

“Well, this is me,” she says, her voice softer than usual. Then, as if without thinking, she steps forward and pulls you into a tight hug.

The hug lasts a little longer than normal, and you find yourself savoring the moment, a warmth spreading through you as her head rests on your shoulder.

As you pull away, she looks at you with a soft smile, her gaze holding a strange intensity that makes your heart race.

You clear your throat, trying to act casual. “Well, I’ll text you when I get home,” you say, taking a small step back. “Thanks again for the dinner.”

Chaeyoung just nods, her smile still there, but her eyes a little different, lingering on you. “Of course, Y/N. See you soon.”

You arrive back at your apartment, still replaying the hug in your head. As soon as you sit down, you quickly text Chaeyoung to let her know you’re home safely. You sit there for a moment, heart still fluttering.

A few minutes later, your phone buzzes. It’s a message from Chaeyoung.

Chaeyoung: “You know, I kind of thought you would kiss me when you dropped me off.”

Your eyes widen. Your heart jumps into your throat. You blink at the message, not quite sure how to process it. What?!

Before you can fully collect your thoughts, another message pops up.

Chaeyoung: “OMG, wait. Do you not like girls? Just ignore this. Forget I said anything.”

Your brain short-circuits for a second, hands trembling as you stare at the text. You reread it, your heart racing now. What’s going on? Did Chaeyoung just… say that? Did she actually want you to kiss her?

You quickly type a response, unsure of yourself but needing to know what she meant.

Y/N: “Wait… what? What do you mean? What’s going on?”

You sit there, staring at the screen, your mind spinning. The words don’t make sense, but you feel this mixture of excitement and dread building up inside you. You’ve been so careful not to assume anything about how Chaeyoung feels. But now?

You can’t even tell if you’re reading into this. Was she just joking? Is she testing the waters?

Your phone buzzes again.

Chaeyoung: “I’m sorry if I made things awkward. Just ignore me. I should go to sleep. Night.”

Your heart drops as you read her message. It’s clear now that Chaeyoung’s unsure too—about what she feels, and about what’s happening between you two. The text seems to brush it off, but you can’t shake the feeling that it’s more than just a passing comment.

You lie in bed, wide awake, the words I kind of thought you would kiss me echoing in your head, and the uncertainty weighing heavily on your chest.

It’s well past midnight, but you can’t get any sleep. Chaeyoung’s text is still replaying in your mind, over and over. The uncertainty is eating at you, and it’s impossible to ignore. You’ve been lying in bed, tossing and turning, trying to rationalize everything, but the truth is—you’re confused and scared, and most of all, you feel like you’ve been holding something back.

You sit up, heart pounding, and glance at your phone one more time. Your thumb hovers over the screen, but instead of texting her back, something inside you snaps.

You know you can’t let this sit any longer. You need to know, need to get it off your chest. You don’t even think it through. You just grab your jacket, rush out of your apartment, and head to Chaeyoung’s.

The night air is cool against your skin as you speed walk to her building. Your heart races faster with every step, but you don’t stop. You can’t. Not after the conversation you had with yourself in your mind about her and you.

You reach Chaeyoung’s apartment building, standing in front of her door, your breath quick and shallow. You knock twice, hard, before you even realize you’re doing it. Then, you hear the soft sound of footsteps from inside, and the door opens slowly.

Chaeyoung stands there, looking a little disoriented. She’s still in her comfy pajama set, hair slightly messy, her eyes wide with surprise.

“Y/N? What’s going on? Is everything okay?” Her voice is concerned, and you notice her immediately glance down at your face, likely wondering why you’re here in the middle of the night.

“I—uh—I’m sorry to just show up like this,” you stammer, feeling your nerves bubbling up. “I just couldn’t stop thinking about what you said earlier.”

Chaeyoung looks at you, now concerned. “Did I make you uncomfortable? I’m really sorry if I did. I didn’t mean to—”

You shake your head quickly. “No, no! It’s not that,” you interrupt, your chest tight with both nerves and excitement. You take a deep breath and step forward, realizing your hands are shaking. “I… I’ve been practicing this speech in my head the whole way here, but it’s not coming out the way I want it to, so I’m just going to say it.”

Chaeyoung blinks at you, clearly puzzled, but nods encouragingly. “You can say whatever you need to, Y/N.”

You take another deep breath, the weight of your words settling in your chest, and finally, it all comes rushing out, unplanned and raw.

“I’ve spent most of my life watching other people, admiring them, trying to figure out how to fit in. But with you… with you, everything just feels clearer. Like, you make me feel like I can finally be me. And I know it’s scary and confusing, but… I think I like you. A lot.”

The silence between you two feels deafening after your confession. Your heart is racing now, hands clammy, but you look at Chaeyoung, trying to gauge her reaction.

For a moment, Chaeyoung just stares at you, her expression unreadable. Then, her lips curl into the softest, most genuine smile you’ve ever seen.

“You like me?” she whispers, almost as if testing the words out. Her voice is soft but filled with a gentle warmth that makes your heart flutter.

You nod, too afraid to speak at first. But then you can’t help it, your eyes searching hers. “Yeah… I do.”

Before you know it, Chaeyoung steps forward, her hand reaching out to cup your cheek, and her lips are on yours. It’s a soft, tender kiss, as if she’s afraid to rush this moment but at the same time desperate to make it real. It feels like the world around you disappears, and it’s just you and her, and everything feels… right.

When you pull away, you’re both breathless, gazing at each other in disbelief. Chaeyoung smiles, this time with a touch of mischief in her eyes.

“Wanna stay?” she asks softly, her voice almost a whisper.

You nod, more than happy to agree, your heart still soaring. “Yeah. I’d love to.”

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author's note ᯓᡣ𐭩 as a lesbian who loves tangled, it was my duty to write this for you all. she's so rapunzel coded.

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elryuse · 5 months ago

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Yandere mafia rose x male reader who likes to make her jealous

Mafia's Lover

Yandere Mafia Rosé X Male Reader

The world was a blur of red and pain. I remember the cold metal biting into my flesh, the acrid tang of blood filling my senses. A lifetime ago, it seemed. I was a ghost in my own body, a hollow shell drifting through a crimson haze. Then, he appeared. Y/n. An oasis in the desert, a beacon in the storm. His hands, gentle as a summer rain, tended to my wounds. His eyes, filled with a compassion I’d never known, held me together.

In that vulnerability, I found a strength I never knew existed. I clung to him, to the warmth of his touch, the steady rhythm of his breath. In those stolen moments, love bloomed in my heart, a defiant flower pushing through the concrete of my world. But my world was a harsh mistress. A world of shadows, where loyalty was a chain, and betrayal a death sentence. I couldn’t drag him into that darkness. I had to let him go, even as it tore me apart.

Months turned into an endless winter. The world was a monochrome canvas of gray, devoid of color, devoid of hope. But then, a flicker of life, a spark of defiance ignited within me. I needed to see him, to feel the warmth of his presence once more.

And there he was, my heart aching at the sight. Surrounded by a flock of giggling girls, he was a sun radiating warmth. A sun that should have been mine alone. Rage, a venomous serpent, coiled in my gut. How dare they? How dare they infiltrate my world, my Y/n?

I watched him through the binoculars, a silent voyeur to a scene that was both beautiful and agonizing. His laughter, once a melody reserved for me, was now shared with others. A bitter taste rose in my mouth, a cocktail of jealousy and longing.

I had to have him back. Not just for the love I felt, but for the control, the power it gave me. I was a queen in a kingdom of shadows, and he was my crown jewel.

The next day, I stood at his door, my heart a drumbeat of anticipation and fear. The moment he opened the door, my world shifted. There was a vulnerability in his eyes, a raw pain that mirrored my own. It was intoxicating.

“I missed you,” I whispered, my voice barely audible. But my hands, they spoke a different language. They wrapped around his, a possessive claim. His wince was music to my ears.

“What do you think you’re doing?” I demanded, my voice low, a purr of menace.

His eyes, wide with fear, were exactly what I wanted. He was trapped, a bird caught in my web.

“Those girls don’t deserve you,” I hissed, my voice laced with venom. “All you need is me. And only me.”

With a decisive pull, I dragged him inside, closing the door on the world. We were alone, two souls caught in a tempestuous dance of love, obsession, and control.

His fear was a sweet nectar, fueling my desire. He was mine now, completely and utterly. I would mold him, shape him into the perfect reflection of my desires. The world outside could wait. This was our moment, our world. A world of two.

I ran my fingers through his hair, the softness a stark contrast to the storm raging within me. His eyes held a mixture of fear and something else, something I couldn’t quite decipher. It intrigued me.

"Remember when I was weak, and you were my strength?" I asked, my voice soft, almost seductive. His eyes flickered, a silent acknowledgement. "I gave you everything, Y/n. My trust, my love, even a part of myself."

I paused, letting the words sink in. "And what did I get in return? Betrayal."

His lips parted to speak, but I silenced him with a gesture.

"Don't," I warned. "Your words are meaningless now."

I leaned in close, my breath warm against his skin. "Now, it's my turn to shape our destiny."

I could feel his fear, a delicious tremor running through him. It was intoxicating. I wanted to break him, to rebuild him in my image. And then, I would possess him completely. Body and soul.

I smiled, a predator's grin. The game had just begun.

A week had passed since I dragged him into this gilded cage I called home. In those seven days, I had transformed from the predator to the caretaker. I cooked, I cleaned, I tended to his every need. I had become the woman I had always pretended to be, the one I thought he wanted. And to my surprise, he seemed to be thawing.

The fear in his eyes had gradually been replaced by a hesitant trust. His body, once tense and rigid, now relaxed under my touch. It was a slow, insidious process, but I was patient. He was mine to keep, and I would ensure it.

I watched him sleep, his face serene in the soft glow of the bedside lamp. There was a vulnerability in his slumber that made my heart ache with a strange tenderness. This was the man who had saved me, the man who had ignited a fire within my soul. And now, he was mine.

Morning brought with it a new routine. I would wake him with soft kisses, the scent of coffee and toast filling the air. His sleepy smile was a reward I craved. We would spend the mornings together, lazy and intimate. I would read to him, my voice a soothing melody that seemed to calm his spirit.

In the afternoons, I would teach him about the world beyond his sheltered existence. He was fascinated by the stories of my life, the danger, the thrill. I painted a picture of a world that was both terrifying and exhilarating, and he listened with rapt attention.

As the days turned into a week, I began to see a change in him. The fear was fading, replaced by a quiet strength. He was learning to rely on me, to trust me. And in that trust, I found a love I never knew existed.

One evening, as we sat by the fireplace, I took his hand in mine. "You are safe here, Y/n," I whispered, my voice soft as velvet. "No one can hurt you."

He looked at me, his eyes filled with a depth of emotion I couldn't fathom. "I know," he replied, his voice barely a whisper.

I leaned in, our lips brushing together. It was a tentative kiss, filled with unspoken promises. When we pulled apart, I could feel the shift, a seismic change in the dynamics between us. He was no longer the terrified victim. He was becoming my equal.

My world, once a monochromatic canvas of black and white, was now painted with a thousand hues. There was still the darkness, the undercurrent of my past, but it was no longer the dominant force. Love, a foreign concept, was now a vibrant part of my life.

Time passed, and I managed to extricate myself from the underworld. The life of a mafia boss was not one I wanted anymore. I wanted a quiet life, a simple life, with Y/n by my side.

We opened a small cafe, a sanctuary away from the chaos of the world. It was a world away from the life I had once known. But in this new reality, I found a happiness I never thought possible.

Y/n thrived in his new role. He was a natural with people, his smile a beacon of warmth. And as always, he attracted attention. Young girls would flock to the cafe, their eyes sparkling with admiration. I watched him interact with them, the same warmth and kindness he had shown me.

A pang of jealousy would sometimes strike, a ghost of my past self. But then he would catch my eye, and with a playful wink, he would send the jealousy packing. I would smile, a mixture of love and amusement.

One evening, as the sun began its descent, casting long shadows over the cafe, I found myself watching him. He was laughing with a group of young customers, his eyes sparkling with mirth. I felt a surge of protectiveness, a remnant of my past life.

I walked over to him, my arms wrapping around his waist from behind. He turned, his smile widening. "Jealous, my love?" he teased.

I rolled my eyes playfully. "Maybe a little," I admitted.

He chuckled, pulling me closer. "You're mine, remember?" he whispered, his lips brushing against my ear.

I turned in his arms, our lips meeting in a passionate kiss. As we pulled apart, I looked into his eyes, seeing the love and adoration reflected there. I was home.

Days turned into weeks, months, and years. Our love deepened, a rich tapestry woven with threads of passion, trust, and companionship. The cafe became more than just a place of business; it was our sanctuary, a testament to our love story.

And as I watched the world change around us, one thing remained constant: my love for Y/n. He was my everything, my beginning and my end. And in the quiet moments, as we sat together in the warmth of our cafe, I knew I had found my happily ever after.

The end.

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typegirls · 1 month ago

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→ Jennie Kim x Leitora g!p

→ Palavras: 1K

AVISOS: smut, brincadeira em público, orgasmo em público, sexo desprotegido, creampie, leitora com pênis.

📌 ps:. sempre use camisinha, se proteja, se cuide, é a sua saúde que está em jogo.

📌 masterlist

— Oh, meu Deus. – Jennie sussurrou enquanto vocês duas caminhavam pelo shopping.

Você podia vê-la lutando para se controlar e isso a estava excitando bastante. Você teve que se impedir conscientemente de ficar muito dura, afinal de contas, esse deveria ser o castigo de Jennie.

Você conseguiu controlá-la a cada passo do caminho. Era simples, ela tinha um vibrador remoto na calcinha, que aplicava a quantidade de estímulo que você controlava.

Isso também significava que ela precisava andar em público sem deixar que o resto do mundo soubesse que ela estava constantemente à beira de um orgasmo. O que era muito mais difícil do que parecia, só porque você conhecia todos os melhores padrões para deixá-la louca.

— Quanto tempo mais? – Ela sibilou, a voz dela saltando na última palavra enquanto você aumentava a intensidade por um momento.

— Até não me apetecer mais. – Você diz.

Essa era a única resposta que ela ia obter, porque este era o seu castigo por ter sido uma pirralha, outra vez.

— Acho que vou gozar. – Ela choraminga, enquanto vocês duas caminhavam.

Se notava que as pernas dela estavam começando a tremer.

— Por favor...

— Você consegue. – Você fala. — Você quer, não quer?

— Sim... Mas...

— Não se queixe. – Você nega com a cabeça. — Se você se comportar bem, eu te recompenso quando chegarmos em casa.

Ela agarra a sua mão com força.

— Não consigo aguentar muito mais, é muito!

— Vai na minha frente. – Você indica com a cabeça.

Ela olhou para você com olhos arregalados e surpreendidos.

— O quê? Por quê? Por que eu não posso andar ao seu lado?

Você sorri.

— Pensei que isso fosse óbvio. É porque eu quero ver você tendo um orgasmo em público. – O seu dedo tocou no celular, aumentando novamente as vibrações.

Jennie chiou, sem conseguir se conter, mas percebeu que você não estava brincando. Por isso, ela acelerou o passo, acelerou de um modo que agora ela caminhava à sua frente, o suficiente para que pudesse ver como o seu castigo a afetava.

Ela caminhava lentamente, com os punhos cerrados, claramente desesperada para se manter sob controlo. Mas você sabia que ela não ia aguentar mais do que alguns momentos.

E lá estava ela. Você não conseguia ouvi-la, mas sabia que ela tinha acabado de ofegar para si própria. Os joelhos dela travaram e ela quase caiu, mas ela se apoiou num pilar próximo e ficou de pé.

Alguns segundos mais tarde, você a viu encostada num pilar, ofegante e com um pouco de suor na testa, enquanto você desligava o vibrador.

— Se sente melhor? – Você pergunta.

Ela acente com a cabeça, com os olhos arregalados.

— Boa menina. – Você diz. — Espero que esteja pronta para a sua recompensa.

Você decidiu a recompensa dela antes mesmo de chegarem em casa. Você não disse o que era, claro. Metade da diversão era a antecipação.

E será uma verdadeira recompensa, algo que ela irá adorar, com certeza, e você vai adorar dar a ela.

Assim que as duas chegaram em casa, Jennie começou a te incomodar por causa da recompensa.

— Me comportei tão bem! – Ela insiste. — Eu mereço! E quero agora mesmo!

Você levanta uma sobrancelha.

— Pensei que já tínhamos falado sobre a sua malcriação. – Você diz. — Já precisa de outro castigo?

Ela abanou a cabeça rapidamente.

— É verdade. – Você fala. — Porque só boas meninas são recompensadas. Agora tire a roupa e se prepare para o seu presente.

Você tinha quase certeza de que ela nunca tinha ficado nua tão depressa na sua vida. As roupas dela ficaram espalhadas pelo chão em poucos instantes. Entretanto, você tirava as roupas sem pressa, as colocando no chão e revelando finalmente a sua ereção dura como uma rocha.

Jennie olhou para ele com fome. Ela abriu a boca, mas você a impediu.

— Oh não. – Você diz. — Isto é tudo para a sua buceta gulosa. O tenho guardado todo para você.

Ela ficou de boca aberta e você soube logo que as duas nunca iriam chegar ao quarto. Jennie te agarrou e te puxou para cima dela, ali mesmo no chão.

— Me fode. – Ela exigiu. — Com muita força, por favor, me enche!

Você não a fez esperar mais, em vez disso mergulhou fundo dentro dela, o suficiente para sentir as suas bolhas pressionadas no corpo dela. Ela ofegou, incapaz de falar devido à súbita adrenalina de ser preenchida.

— Não é só com isso que vou te encher. – Você ronrona no ouvido dela.

Você deixou de gozar, intencionalmente, durante vários dias, só para poder dar a ela uma carga extra grande. Ou duas. Ou mais.

Você começou a penetrá-la, profunda e duramente, fazendo com que cada golpe contasse. Ela queria o seu esperma dentro dela, você podia sentir ela tentar todas as táticas que conhecia para o extrair de você. O que ela não sabia era que você não ia parar com apenas um orgasmo.

— Toma. – Você grunhiu no ouvido dela. — Tudo de mim. Cada centímetro.

— Sim! – Ela gritou. — Eu preciso dele! Preciso de você! Vem para mim, vem dentro de mim, me enche!

— Meu Deus, sim, Jennie. – Você conseguiu dizer quando sentiu que o orgasmo se aproximava. — Está pronta?

— Me dá isso!

E foi o que você fez. Descarregando, uma e outra vez, corda após corda do seu esperma dentro dela, completamente enterrada na buceta dela. Ela ofega de prazer ao se sentir cheia, Jennie se agarra mais a você, enquanto você permanece dentro dela, mesmo depois que você tinha acabado de gozar.

— Tão... Bom... – Ela murmura quando você finalmente termina.

— Foi? – Você pergunta com a voz num tom mais dominante. — Ótimo. Espero que haja mais espaço dentro de você... Porque vou te encher de novo.

— Oh, meu Deus! – Jennie suspira.

Você não fica amolecida. Não com o corpo perfeito dela contra o seu. E você sabia que não ficaria, não até gozar dentro dela uma, talvez duas vezes mais.

— Quando eu acabar contigo. – Você promete. — Você não vai conseguir andar.

Jennie não conseguia falar. Olhava para você com um olhar de pura luxúria.

— Está pronta? – Você pergunta.

Mas você não deu hipótese dela responder.

#⠀⠀𖹭 ⠀⠀⎯⎯⠀⠀⠀*⠀⠀𝗇𝖾𝗐⠀⠀𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗅.⠀⠀💌#story © hotlink907 #tradução © typegirls #mood © awaregei #dividers © cafekitsune #blackpink pt br #jennie #jennie imagines #jennie smut #jennie fanfic #jennie cenários #jennie au #jennie x leitora #jennie x leitora g!p #leitora g!p #g!p

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sweetpie-ina · 4 months ago

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NEW | BABYPINK :Annie, Hisu, Mikasa & Sasha

Love & Support me on ko-fi, link here

Inspiration from Blackpink

from eremika idol-actor au : Chemical Hype Boy by @dead-dolphins

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syncrite · 4 months ago

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(✱✱✱) 10 ways to devour a man

#krp moodboard #alternative moodboard #kpop layouts #kpop moodboard #kpop icons #krp #krp au #moodboard #blackpink #bts #kpop #blog #krp bios #short bios #krp oc #krp ad #thanks for the request!#thanks anon!

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mikithelibrarian · 2 years ago

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When you fall in love with them - Queen! BLACKPINK - AU - GN! Reader

Fluff

A/N: Decided to add the TWs to each individual scenario as they are needed and modified the name of a real-life country to adapt it to a fantasy setting, I'll gladly receive any comments if you wish me to change any of this.

AU Index

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Jisoo

As you walked through the halls of the hallways of the castle, you couldn’t stop yourself from remembering how all has changed. You were a grown-up and the official personal servant for Your Majesty, Queen Jisoo.

Ever since she stepped up to the maximum position in the realm, she made sure to make some changes to it, up until she practically remodeled how everything looked. Jisoo built gardens, fountains and many places for the people to gather, such as parks and marketplaces, she also ordered to repaint a lot of the royal buildings, passing from the monotone grey to a brighter white tone.

Those changes also impacted the insides and outsides of the castle. What once was a place that inspired fear became a place that inspired security, coziness, something you thanked for. You remember getting lost in these hallways, running away from the now Queen as she insisted on playing hide-and-seek. How the darkness engulfed you, how the steps of the patrolling guards put you on your nerves, how you sometimes felt prisoner of the royal family; but then, she would appear, smile at you and tell you that it was her turn to hide now.

She was always gentle with you and treated you as an equal, unlike her parents.

It was then when you decided to look through one of the windows and noticed Jisoo running around exterior of the castle, still in her royal dress but without any care in the world if it got dirty or not. She was playing tag with some of the kids of the servants that worked for the royal family. To think that in just some hours she would put on a façade to receive a diplomat from one of your neighboring kingdoms made you smile.

You put that thought aside and continued walking until you exited the castle, about to go into town in search of a new board game you heard a foreigner merchant just brought with them, maybe Jisoo would like it. That was until a hand gently touched your shoulder, prompting you to look to your side, seeing the bright smile of the Queen.

“You´re it!”

After all this time, everything but her has changed. She was still this crazy woman that just wanted to have fun, to be happy. In that short moment in which you were processing that you were now forced to play with her, you came to a realization.

You were part of her happiness, and she was part of yours too.

Jennie

TW: Strong language, mentions of war, fighting, blood and injuries

“General (Y/N) got injured”

Those words kept repeating on her head as she ran to your room. How dare the doctor follow your orders to hide that fact from her as much as he could?! And how dare you wanted to keep it a secret from her?!

When she sent you off to conquer the enemy’s capital and finish the war, she asked only one thing from you: Be safe. Now she hears you weren’t just in the battlefield managing your troops, but also in the frontlines putting yourself more in danger?!

She was glad you didn’t die, so she could kill you herself.

“You better have a good excuse for keeping this a secret!” She exclaimed as she barged into your room. You immediately sat up in your bed, deciding that the fear of an angry Queen was way worse than the pain you were feeling in your stomach.

“We won” You said in a low tone and small smile, trying to convince her to be merciful with you.

“I could care less if we won or not! I asked you one thing (Y/N)! Just one! And you said you would!” Jennie got closer to your bed, her eyes slowly filling up with tears. “Is your word worth nothing?! Does my feelings mean nothing to you?!”

“My Queen-

“Shut up!” When Jennie was beside your bed, she knelt and gently grabbed your hand. “Just shut up”

As the soldier you were, you followed her orders and resisted the urge to argue back. You were an extension of the royal family, that was what your parents told you when you were training with them, a mean to an end, if you were to die following orders of the royal family, it was an honor. Your father, the marshal and your mother, the army strategist, made sure to engrave those ideals by fire into your brain.

As long as you live, you’ll only be a weapon for the Kim Dynasty, rightful rulers of the divided land known as Zeland. Then, why was the Queen crying into your hand? Crying for someone that was equal to a plain sword?

“Jennie” You dared to speak up, your other hand reaching to caress her head, trying to calm her down. “My health means nothing if I can fulfill your will”

“For me it does!” Jennie raised her head forcing you take your hand off her, her eyes red and puffy from crying looked into yours. “I prefer to be disposed of my crown rather than losing you!”

You wanted to think that she was only exaggerating, but it was impossible by the way those eyes didn’t falter at her statement.

Why show such concern for you when nobody has done it since the death of your parents?

In that moment you dared to caress her cheek with your free hand as she received the display of affection, going to a point in which she leaned just a tiny bit into your hand, not wanting to surrender her anger and frustration.

“I’m so sorry, My Queen”

Rosé

With doubt in her mind, Roseanne walked towards the new section of the castle gardens with a flowerpot, a red rose standing tall over the dirt on it. During these months, she has been learning how to properly grow a flower, just from looking at you preparing the ground for the new flowers to blossom into their vivid colors.

This new section of the garden was only reserved for you and her, as it was her orders, while the old section was re-opened to the public after twenty years. She named you her ‘personal gardener’, a new title she created just for you to be able to take care of the reserved section and to manage the new gardeners she hired to maintain the old garden.

She already had plans for this new reserved section, she wanted to receive very important diplomatic visits there, even thinking about restoring the lost connection between their closest kingdoms, but not before having a date with you.

Roseanne has maintained her silence for far too long, she wanted you to be hers, and only hers, imagining you with a crown on your head and a throne beside her, ruling as equals.

As she entered the reserved section through the ark that was built to divide it from the rest of the ground, saluting the guards protecting this section, her surroundings were covered by a dense section of trees as she continued travelling through the stone path. Suddenly, those trees opened into a clearing, in which you were, tending the garden.

The new private garden was full of red and pinks roses, per the Queen’s request, and even added some black roses for contrast. In the middle of the garden, a gazebo complemented the look with a tea table in it, for when Rosé wanted to be alone, or alone with someone. It looked like a description of a fantasy book, a part of the world irradiating so much magic that it was hard to think she was awake. The roses were shining as if they could irradiate their own light and the vivid colors alongside the faint aroma of roses made the Queen to immediately lower her guard and enjoy the relaxation it brought.

However, that relaxation was short-lived as she now remembered that she wanted to give you the rose she has been taking care of for months, but now she felt insecure about it. Compared to the roses in the garden, the one she grew didn’t have such colors or presence, it was healthy, but it was not radiating.

She wanted to run away, to throw the flower and start again, until you finally noticed her presence and immediately stood up to bow at her. “Queen Roseanne, good afternoon” Rosé looked silently at you, while your eyes looked at the rose she held between her hands. “May I be of service?”

“This rose…” Her voice was insecure, almost trembling, as she extended the rose towards you.

With her sentence incomplete you got closer to her and eyed the rose once you were in front of the Queen. “It looks beautiful, My Queen” You gently took the flowerpot from her hands as you inspected each part of the rose. Meanwhile, Roseanne smiled at you, hope returning to her body as she processed your words. “It looks so healthy Your Majesty, and…” You closed your eyes as you smelled the rose, a smile showing on your lips. “…Smells delightfully” You looked at your Queen, her expression radiating happiness. “Should I put it on the center of the tea table? I’m sure it will add the master touch to your garden, My Queen”

“It’s for you” Roseanne doesn´t know from where that confidence came from, but she didn’t care. To grow this single rose took a lot of space in her mind for months, thinking about its final purpose, to be given to you. “I learnt to take care of a flower from you, so I did, because I wanted to give you one”

You were surprised and your face showed it. You then looked back at the rose as your heart started to beat faster and faster. She grew a rose, just for you, does that mean?

It can’t be…

With your mind full of doubts, only one thing was certain when you looked back at her.

“It’s so beautiful My Queen, thank you”

You fell in love with her.

Lisa

TW: Mentions of massacre and death

“Do you where the Queen is?”

“I saw her entering the practice dance hall”

As you said your thanks, you walked towards the said place, papers in your hand reporting the progress made in the training of the royal guard. It has been a rough time but you could finally see some progress, at least they are showing more discipline, even if they still are too weak compared to how strong they are supposed to be.

Your relationship with Queen Lisa has gotten better too. You’ve tried to not hold grudges towards her because of her taking you off from the action to train a bunc of incompetent soldiers and talk to her as you would normally do with any other person. You didn’t care about crowns, gold, or titles, you didn’t even care if Lisa was a Queen or not, as long as she took care of her kingdom and procure the best for her people, as her obligations are, you will have no complaints about her.

It has, however, been sometimes uncomfortable. Queen Lalisa has opened a little too much towards you, much more than what you expected to, but that was not the uncomfortable part, it was when she asked about your past when it became uncomfortable.

How the previous monarch neglected your village and left everyone you knew as a child to starve on their own, how the guards were retired from their posts and your village was left to defend on their own against bandits, how you managed to escape the fire and fighting leaving behind those who you once loved…

Of course, you never told her anything nor will you blame her for her parents actions, not while she treated you with respect and showed true interest in bringing her kingdom the prosperity it once had.

You sighed before you opened the door to the dance hall where the Queen liked to practice, so lost in your mind that you forgot to knock and ask for permission to enter, an action you regretted.

There she was, not in her normal dress but in one that was a lot lighter, only wearing an off the shoulder white dress that just left her bare feet discovered because of its length, her hair not as fixed and with no make-up on.

You just saw the Queen in a way only her closest servants are allowed to do so as per the previous monarchs' request, the thoughts of you being sent into the dungeon filled your head as you already could see the end of your military career.

When Lalisa looked at you, she actually thought nothing of it, she actually seemed comfortable with looking at her current appearance. “Commander (Y/N), do you need something?”

“I’m so sorry for intruding Your Majesty, I’ll receive any punishment you might think acceptable” You bowed down making Lisa giggle at the ridiculousness of your actions.

“I don’t mind if it’s you Commander (Y/N)” She walked towards you and pulled you fully into the hall, closing the door behind you. “My dancing teacher couldn’t make it today and I was practicing alone, hence my current appearance” She looked at the papers in your hands. “Something to report?”

“Only the routinary documents, Queen Lalisa” Lisa took the documents from your hands and eyed them before carefully laying them on the floor beside her.

“Say, Commander, do know how to dance?” As she asked, Lisa walked to the center of the hall.

“Just the basics, Queen-

“Drop the Queen, just call me Lisa” She extended her hand towards you. “Could you practice with me, (Y/N)?”

You didn’t know what it was, maybe the informality of it all or the privacy you both had in the dancing hall, but you walked towards her and accepted her invitation to dace. As you held her hand, she grabbed your other arm and posed it on her waist for then posing her free hand on your shoulder.

From the first second, she guided the dance and marked the pace you should follow. You wondered how with no music this dance felt so real. Your entire body felt so relaxed, as if all your obligations and expectations went away, yet so tense since you wanted this dance to be perfect.

As you saw at Lisa, how her eyes shone for you and her smile adorned her beautiful features, you made your best to engrave this memory into your brain. With her, you felt as if being a soldier didn’t matter anymore.

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scrtxai · 1 year ago

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SINISTER (BLACKPINK X READER) - CHAPTER 1

It's about 2 days after Jennie and Jisoo met the young girl. Jennie really worried about the young girl. Jennie always visits the young girl, reads some fairy tale books just for fun and hopefully that young girl awakens. She also sings her group's songs to entertain the unconscious girl on the bed.

Jennie takes her phone and sees the message from Jisoo which is about that young girl. Jennie replies that the young girl is still not awake. Suddenly she heard a sound like someone breathing heavily. Jennie lifts her head and sees the young girl begin to move her body, her chest puffing up and down.

Jennie ran out of the ward, calling for a nurse and doctor…

Half an hour passed, The doctor,along with nurses came out from the ward. Jennie walks towards the doctor and asks about the young girl's condition. "The girl has a good heart rate, stable blood pressure and yeah. There's no suspicion inside the girl. Just the girl needs rest and feed her with healthy food" The doctor explained, making Jennie sigh in relief.

"Thank you, doctor" Jennie smiles at the doctor. The doctor and nurses walk away. Jennie enters the ward, seeing the young girl resting on the bed. The cat eyed idol takes a seat beside the young girl. The young girl heard a creaking sound making her eyes flutter open. The young girl looked at Jennie in confusion.

"Hello…" Jennie greeted her. "My name is Jennie. What is your name?" Jennie asked, showing her gummy smile while the young girl still staring at her, didn't answer Jennie's question. Jennie's smiles slowly fade as she feels sad.

'The young girl is still in trauma'

Thoughts Jennie. "Ah, I'm bringing delicious food for you!" Jennie gets up from the chair and walks towards the table at the end of the hospital bed. Jennie takes out bibimbap, kimchi and dumplings that she made for the young girl. Jennie mixed out the bibimbap before she brought it near the young girl. The young girl has no reaction as Jennie keeps mixing the rice.

"Let me feed you. Say ah"

The young girl kept looking at Jennie. Have distrust, especially a stranger in front of her. Jennie frowned and encouraged the young girl that the food was fine and safe to eat. It takes almost 15 minutes to make the young girl slowly open her mouth to accept the food.

The young girl's lips shook while munching the food. Jennie tilts her head as she looks at the young girl. Her eyes widened as she saw glassy eyes on the young girl's, tears streaming down on the cheeks. Jennie put the food on the table and quickly hugged the young girl.

"Everything is gonna be alright, I'm here…"

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11:00 AM

"So… What's her name again?" Jisoo asked Jennie.

"Kim Y/N"

"Are you sure it's her surname? You're not naming her surname with yours right?" Lisa wants to confirm, making the cat eyed woman glare at the Thai girl. "Of course that's her name! I'll show you!" Jennie takes out a notebook on the table and shows it to the members. The letters look messed up but it still can be read if they squint their eyes a little to figure out.

'K I M Y / N '

The three of them believe Jennie, mouthed 'O' shaped after reading it. "The doctor said she can be discharged this evening," Jennie said. "So, you have decided to adopt her, Eonnie?" Rosé asked. "Of course. I want her to be a part of our family" Jennie happily replied. "Then let's buy something for her. She might like something new" Lisa suggested.

"Y/N ah. Take a rest now. Four of us want to buy something for you" Jennie said. Y/N obliged then lay back on the bed. Jennie smiles and kisses the young girl's head before Jennie and the girls leave Y/N alone.

In the Evening…

The camera flashing with a lot of people crowding in front of the hospital building as Blackpink members with a young girl appeared. The young girl clenched her hands on Jennie's shirt while growling at the reporters. Jennie feels her panic attack start to take over.

Y/N noticed and she quickly pulled her caretaker closer. Jennie's head is put at the crook of Y/N's neck. Y/N holds her caretaker more, not letting the reporters disturb. The growls become louder, Jennie hears it and she holds Y/N's left forearm and brushes it, asking to calm down. Y/N's calm slowly but still she will protect her caretaker until they reach Blackpink's manager's black van.

Jennie and Y/N sit behind while Lisa with Rosé in the front. Jisoo sat beside the manager. Y/N keep looking around the interior design of the black van. The hand holds hers and the young girl takes a look, Jennie looks at her with a smile. "Thank you for protecting me," Jennie said. Y/N lowered her head and took Jennie's hand then put it on her head.

"Pat… Me…"

Y/N mumbled. Jennie hears the young girl's request and she does it, patting Y/N's head gently. "I want to pat her too…" Y/N and Jennie look at Lisa who is pouting while Rosé just looks at them. "I don't know if sh-" Jennie's words cut off as she heard a light snore sound come from the young girl. Jennie bent her body to check Y/N and surprisingly the young girl fell asleep after getting patted.

“She’s so cute…” Rosé said in awed while looking at sleepy Y/N. Jennie leaning the young girl's body against the car seat cushion. Jennie smiles, admiring the young good looking girl.

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An hour in the car, they finally arrived at their dorm. Lisa as usual dives herself on the couch. Rosé goes to her own room and Jisoo goes to the kitchen to drink her choco milk. Jennie pulls Y/N inside her own room. Y/N's eyes study the whole thing inside Jennie's room.

"Y/N" The young girl turned her head to look at her caretaker. Jennie smiles at her and offers a hand to Y/N. "Come, let me bathe you," Jennie said. The young girl accepts Jennie's hand, letting the feline eyed woman bring her to the bathroom.

Lisa gets up from the couch and wants to go to her bedroom. As she approached her bedroom, she jolted after hearing a scream from her bedroom. Lisa rushingly opens her bedroom door and sees nothing inside. She averted her eyes on the door that led to the bathroom. She opened the door and heard the water gushing in the bathroom. She suddenly heard someone getting choked. Her hand reaches out the door knob and quickly turns it, she opens the door to reveal something terrifying.

Y/N is choking Jennie with one hand. Her upper body is naked.

Going to play back about the tragedy, Jennie was happily bringing Y/N to the bathroom, and wanted to take a bath together. Jennie turned the faucet, letting the water gush out to fill the tub. "Turn around and take off your clothes, Y/N" Jennie ordered which the young girl obeyed. Y/N turned her body around then she lifted her shirt up revealing a lot of scars on her body. Jennie was determined and she walked slowly towards the young girl. Her hand reached out to Y/N's scars and touched it with slight caress. Y/N stopped herself after taking off her shirt, she felt her scars touched, leading her mind showing her disgusting memories.

Knife…

Whip…

Everything was painful, unbearable.

Her left iris has slight neon pink coloured, black things covering her sclera while her right eye became glinted. The eerie growl could be heard. Jennie stopped her doings and scrunched her forehead, puzzled with the young girl. "Y/N? Are you okay, sweetie?" Jennie asked and she touched Y/N's shoulder. With just one swift motion, Y/N turns her body around, right hand grabs Jennie's throat, squeezing tightly, making Jennie struggle for air. Y/N kept tightening her grip on Jennie's throat. Jennie's vision became hazy, lungs lacked oxygen.

"Y/N! Stop it!"

Lisa holds Y/N from behind making the young girl struggling. Jennie falls on the floor with a loud cough, hand on her throat, brushing it. Jennie gasped, inhaling the air many times to stabilize her lungs. Lisa keeps holding the young girl tight. The young girl screams louder, possibly heard by Jisoo and Rosé outside.

Jisoo and Rosé come to the bathroom in a rush. Their eyes widened as they looked how messed up Jennie and Lisa were to handle the young girl. Y/N keep growling and struggling. The young girl held Lisa's hands and squeezed it hard making the maknae whimper in pain. Jennie gets up from the floor, she immediately hugs Y/N. Jennie thought it would calm her down but it was not what she expected. Y/N bite Jennie's shoulder hard like a beast hungry for prey. Jennie screams in pain.

'Hug her… Your scent reminds her mother…'

Rosé looked around after she heard someone whisper to her. She just thought it's only her hallucinations. She just ignored it until she heard someone whisper to her again.

'If you want to save your friends, do it! Pull Y/N and hug her! Let her sniff your scent!'

Rosé immediately obeyed that 'voice', walking towards Jennie, Lisa and Y/N. "Rosie! Don't come closer! I can handle her!" Jennie said while enduring the pain. Rosé shakes her head and comes closer until she hugs three of them. Y/N, who is biting Jennie, sniffs a familiar scent.

Her mother's scent..

Y/N stopped her struggling and let go of Jennie from biting. She turns her head to look at Rosé and sadly smiles at her. The strong scent of Rosé makes Y/N attack the main vocalist with a hug while sniffing more at Rosé's crook of the neck. The neon pink color on her left eye slowly faded and was replaced with the tears that started to form on Y/N's eyes, feeling missed about her beloved mother.

"Eom...ma..."

"Eomma…"

The young girl cried loudly in Rosé's embrace. Rosé smiles and hugs Y/N more until the young girl passes out after crying. Jisoo, Lisa and Jennie were speechless. Rosé looked up to see them, the smile still never faded. "I just… Ermm… Nevermind" Rosé said. "Eonnie, we better bathe this girl before she awakens," Lisa suggested. Jennie nodded her head. "I will prepare clothes for her," Jisoo offered. Rosé carries the girl in bridal style and is a little bit surprised that Y/N is lighter and easy to carry on.

"Let's bath her"

"Only you and Jennie?"

"Yah, Lalisa. You also must bath her"

"But it's not my responsibility!"

"If you don't want, you will lose your bangs, tomorrow"

The maknae groans in defeat and agrees with Rosé and Jennie.

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It's messy story. I tried

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The Tale Of The Bloodline | TWICE MiSaMo (Mina, Sana & Momo) x M/F Reader- CHAPTER 13: "Chasing Advantage"

In this chapter, both teams are in preparation for their upcoming war. The returning Cho Miyeon who have just returned as the 5th member of BLACKPINK, has something to say for The Bloodline on what led her to return and join en route to WarGames.

3 DAYS LATER | November 21, 2022

This week’s episode of Monday Night War opened with the recently returned Cho Miyeon who made her entrance after months of absence due to her fractured arm. With a microphone in hand, she steps into the ring, evident that the fighter has something to speak out from her feelings. The crowd started to chant and cheer for Miyeon as she prepares herself for her promo.

She looked around and smiled. Raising her hand where the mic is on hold, the crowd then lowered their noises to let the fighter begin respectfully.

“Last Friday, I joined the WarGames match as the fifth member against The Bloodline.” Miyeon states. The crowd cheered again as they remembered that awesome moment she made with her surprising return.

“And I did that for one good reason. I did that for one specific person from that other team… and I’m not talking about Minatozaki Sana.” She clarified.

“See because, even after everything we’ve been through… I still consider Sana as a true sister and whenever she’s going through right now is her problem.” She said as she pointed at herself after explaining that she doesn’t have a big deal going on with her bestfriend.

“No, the person I’m talking about… the person I’m coming for this Saturday at Quest For Survival… is Yuta Nakamoto.”

The crowd cheered as she declared her main target for her mission.

“It’s been 2 long years since you and I have faced each other in this ring.” Miyeon focused on the camera in front, shooting her. She knows that The Bloodline or probably Yuta himself especially, is watching and listening to whatever she’s saying right now.

“And come this Saturday, I’m going to remind you again just who the hell I am.” Miyeon said with pure seriousness. “I am Cho Miyeon. I am the woman who took you to the limit, not once, not twice… but THREE TIMES.” She formed three on her fingers as she recollects their long-running feud since last year in which she became one of the early rivals of Yuta through his first months as World Champion.

“Who, if it wasn’t for your Bloodline, would’ve ended that history making title reign before it even started… and I’m the woman Saturday who will go to WarGames and take out your entire Bloodline so the next time I get another shot at you, no one is going to stop me this time from being the one who will KICK YOUR ASS AND WIN THAT TITLE.” She said with pent-up rage in her tone. The crowd even became louder on supporting the revengeful woman.

“But now, I got to go to Knockdown because I got extended by an invitation from some girls and how rude of me if I wouldn’t return the favor.” She shrugged. “So guess what? Tonight, I didn’t come alone.”

The entrance theme of BLACKPINK started to play on the titantron which earned an applause and delightful reception from the audience as they got to witness also one of the roster’s current fan-favorite fighters live in the show.

They made their entrance through the staircase of the arena, a little jab to Yuta as they referenced his former faction before he became The Empire Chief and formed The Bloodline known as The Arsenal. He once had a character reminiscent of a heavy artillery personified fighter wearing black SWAT vest along with his two other former members… or should I say, his former “brothers” in arms.

Some of the fans near them chanted and took a picture of them, taking the advantage of having stars like them to become close through them. The crowd became livelier when the titantron played Jennie’s theme afterwards and joined BLACKPINK on the staircase, in which they went down through the crowd to make their way to the ring and join their fellow member Miyeon there.

All 5 women are now in the ring, with Miyeon giving the spotlight for BLACKPINK as she sat at the top turnbuckle on the corner.

“Hokkaido!!!” The pumped-up Rosé Park shouted at the mic. “It’s FIGHT NIGHTTT!!!”

Lisa grinned and took the initiation next. “Do you smell it fellas? There’s some banger cooking in the stove, and this coming Saturday night is gonna be the most pain-staking, unforgiving career-altering matches in the history of Japan Combat Federation!!!

Now last Friday night, I told that stupid Minatozaki Sana that when he find out who that fifth member was, she’s going to pee in her embarassing, little pants.” She laughed teasingly. “And that is none other than The Prizefighter, Cho Miyeon!!!” She pointed at Miyeon who is feeling a bit awkward on how she’ll receive that acknowledgment from the leader of the group itself.

“Now I don’t remember the last time we had a team where Yuta Nakamoto and The Bloodline hold those top titles in hostage, abusing their powers, abusing their numbers game, but this coming Saturday… it’s all going to change.” Jennie spoke menacingly. Miyeon came down from the turnbuckle and joined the rest on the center of the ring.

“You are looking at five women who wants to rip apart The Bloodline. Five women who are ready to walk through the depths of hell with smile on their faces. TWO RINGS, TWO CAGES, NO FUCKING RULES. EVERYBODY, ARE YOU READY FOR A WARRR?!” Jennie roared at the mic as she furiously glared at the camera to intensify the hype of their upcoming mega match this coming weekend. The crowd cheered in response to their uplifting message until the fun was cut short when suddenly, an unexpected interruption from somebody appeared for BLACKPINK.

If The Bloodline is mostly ruling Knockdown, then there’s another domination faction who is also doing the same for Monday nights. The team known as Aespa arrives with all members in attendance to confront the team on the ring.

Led by the intimidating Yoo Karina along with her other members, Ning Yizhuo, Giselle Uchinaga, and Kim Winter, they all emerged from the white fog and darkness that represents their angsty aura and their gothic characters.

As the beat drops on their rock-themed music, Karina emoted a battlecry as she pumped her fists forward, signalling the pyro to pop and a large purplish-black wings flapped open on the background with a black mamba on the center as their symbol.

“Jennie, please shut up.” Giselle spoke first on behalf of the team. Jennie just smirked at her complaint. “Because the only people who are gonna be talked about after Quest For Survival, is what I’m going to do on my match. I think you and your BLACKPINK are lost, because this is Monday Night War: the show where Aespa runs.”

The crowd then booed at them while the members of BLACKPINK and Miyeon all looked altogether at each other. They heard the leader Karina spoke next. “This isn’t playtime, you all gonna just stand there and talk smack, go take that somewhere else, but here you all rise and show respect for us!” She demanded.

“Yeah yall better go back there on Knockdown before someone else gets hurt.” Ningning followed up with some words of her own.

“Ooohhhohohohhh… you tell them, Ning! Well, i’m here also to send a message for Han Julie!” Winter yelled on the mic in frustration after mentioning her rival’s name. “Julie you’ve been stealing from me for years, and at Quest For Survival you’re going to get taxed again. Kim Winter is going to collect some debt.

And as for you, five clowns…” Winter focused her attention on the unwelcome individuals occupying the ring. “I hope The Bloodline SMASH you all at Quest For Survival.”

She was about to walk back to her members when she remembered something. “Oh by the way, next time… you show your ugly faces here on our show? Us Aespa won’t be going so nice.”

“Aww Kim Winter, my fellow Korean how are you doing sunbaenim?” Jennie replied. You know, maybe our towns are just miles apart back in Korea but as two Korean fighters here in Japan, we’re maybe million miles apart from there. You see, I don’t respect you.” Her tone became flat. “You’re the type of garbage here in Japan that is so needed to be dispatched.”

“A garbage? Here in Japan? What?” Winter wheezed in confusion. “Take this as a lesson for you, Jennie. Even salt can be looked as a sugar, and I’m one hell of a salty Korean baddie!”

“Oh you’re salty huh? Well now I’m salivating my entire career to get you in this ring and beat you up one on one but since we’re already here in Hokkaido who’s in a good mood tonight…” Jennie starts to engage the fans into their enthusiasm. “Why don’t we do Aespa vs. BLACKPINK right here, RIGHT NOW!!!”

All four members of Aespa were pissed off at their challenge as the crowd chanted for them to accept. “Oh yeah, now we’re speaking our language!” Winter commented.

“CHALLENGE ACCEPTED!” Karina officially declared it. The Hokkaido crowd is about to have some battle of the stables between Aespa and BLACKPINK as the main event of this week’s Monday Night War.

2 HOURS LATER

4 minutes have passed into the match and as how the match’s condition currently looks, Aespa has the clear advantage against BLACKPINK. Lisa and Jennie are out of the ring, resting from the hits and bumps they took so far while Aespa has all three of them present in the ring with Giselle watching from the ringside. The same could be tell also for Miyeon and Jisoo on BLACKPINK’s side.

After Rosé headbutted Karina through the ropes, she became unaware of Winter spinning her around, kicked her on the midsection, locked her head on reverse before twirling around and elbowed her face down. Both women are down and slowly crawled through their respective corners until they have reached their respective partners for a tag.

Winter goes for Ningning while Rosé goes for the recovered Lisa. As they entered the ring, Ningning became scared as she realized that she’s stepping foot in the same space with the leader of BLACKPINK herself. Eyeing her down with a devilish grin, she slowly walks through the afraid Ningning before she decided to hop out of the ropes.

Planning to escape by running through the ramp, Lisa chases down Ningning. As they reached the entrance way, the titantron suddenly flashed the theme of Aespa’s current enemies, the badass group known as Kiss Of Life made their surprise appearance to interrupt the match.

Led by the leader Han Julie along with her members Natty Supputipong and Annabelle Shim with their manager Won Haneul accompanying them, they shocked the two fighters chasing together like cat and mouse through the arena, especially Ningning herself who is a part of the group they despise of.

Detected that they showed up on purpose to stop Ningning from escaping, Lisa rushes on dragging Ningning back to the ring while she clotheslined the approaching Karina from the ringside. Entering the ring, she clotheslined the recovered Winter also and gave some couple other more to Ningning too.

With Kiss Of Life watching from the stage, Lisa pushed Ningning through the turnbuckle and pulled her to utilize a backbreaker move on her, slamming her down on her thigh. She then positioned Ningning on the ropes, locking both her arms as she stood behind. Before she was about to plummet her arms on her chests repeatedly, Karina reentered the ring but was greeted by an elbow from Lisa.

A distraction caused Ningning to get out from getting locked and pulled Lisa’s head down through the top rope. Rosé was about to attack Ningning but Karina came for a save, slamming her onto the mat face first.

Then she caught Jisoo who is about to attempt jumping at her. Choking her to stop the attack mid-air, she was about to deliver a chokeslam on the fighter but the latter counters it with enziguiri kick to the side of the head. The stunned Karina gets out of the ring while Jisoo followed her.

Standing at the apron, she aimed at Karina and performed a moonsault through her. As she stood back up, she was met by a charging Winter. Attempting to get back on the ring, she instead faced a clubbt blow on her stomach by Lisa.

As she prepares to perform her signature move on Winter by locking her again on the ropes, Ningning came for the rescue and rolled Lisa for a pinfall, she kicked out and Ningning received a thunderous knee to the face that had the crowd wince at the impact.

Enough of the delays, she hurriedly sets up Ningning again on the ropes to finish what she started, Lisa then hammered Ningning’s chest 20 times until she pass out. The crowd then cheered as Miyeon and Jennie were amused at the show they’ve watched.

Lisa maintains the loud reaction coming from the fans by going through the corner and make everybody be aware of what’s about to come, probably a preview of what The Bloodline is about to met on WarGames. She hypes herself up with some encouraging beats to the chest before she runs through the weakened Ningning and finish her off with a devastating big boot to the face.

She pins Ningning, the referee counts and without a kick out for three, the bell rang and the victory was granted for BLACKPINK.

No time allowed for them celebrate because right after Lisa raises her arms in victory, Winter and Karina blindsided her with attacks of their own. Rosé and Jisoo tried to save their leader but they were rid off by Winter. However, Lisa got to reverse Karina’s attack and clotheslined her out if the ring.

That instead just made Karina to land back on her feet and pulled Lisa out of the ring. With Winter all alone in the ring cheering for her teammate to continue the attacks on Lisa, it backfired when Lisa speeds up her punches and purposely led themselves through the ramp.

And when Karina turned around, she met a brutal side kick to the head by Natty with a permission from her leader Julie.

The angered Winter stares down at Kiss Of Life and egoistically dared them to come across the ring and fight her. The crowd then cheered aloud again, and Winter mistakenly took it as if she thought the crowd wants it to happen but rather otherwise.

The cheers were for the emerging Cho Miyeon on her back, looking at her with a smirk. Sighing and shrugging her shoulders, she unbotheredly spun the villanous Winter around and went for a stunner to her, entertaining the fans more as the show ends.

4 DAYS LATER | November 25, 2022

For this week’s Friday Night Knockdown, their last episode before Quest For Survival arrives tomorrow, the camera cuts to the backstage scene where Minatozaki Sana is seen to be heading through The Bloodline’s locker room.

The crowd went in glee for the appearance of the amusing Honorary Muse. Sana was about to open the door when she heard a familiar voice calling her name from behind.

She turned around and saw Miyeon coming at her. “Hey, what are you doing here? Go!”

“What? Why?”

“Go! Just… you cannot be here, Miyeon.” Sana said as she frantically pushes her away. “Please, just go. They’re all here.”

“Oh are they?”

She was about to move forward but Sana pushes her more. “Yes, but please we aren’t doing it here tonight. Just go.”

“Okay, you really want me to go? Fine. But you need to listen to me first?” Miyeon had enough and became serious on confronting her bestfriend. “I have a question for you, what happens if you do something or say something and it pisses off one of them. It could be YN, it could be Yuta…”

“Oh my God…” Sana reacted exhaustedly.

“No no no, you’re doing fine. You’re having fun with The Bloodline right? But hey, how many times in the last 15 years where I have to bail you out all because you have said something, did something that pisses somebody off… without you meaning it? So what happens if you do the same to them, especially to Yuta. What do you think he’s gonna do to you?” Miyeon scolded her.

“You’ve seen what YN did to Yuta looked how he reacted, do you think it won’t be going the same for you? Just think about that, you know what I’m going to do if I were you?

I won’t wait for them to turn my back on me. Instead, I’ll strike first.”

Miyeon walks away, leaving the befuddled and speechless Sana process everything that her worried bestfriend had said to her for a safety advice. She hesitatingly opened the door but instead it was done rather by YN who was secretly eavesdropping their conversation from the small gap of the winded door, searching for Miyeon.

“H-hey, YN.”

“What’s up with you?”

“Look, I got texted by Mina and I just got here-”

“Where you’ve been at? We could’ve used you there!” You said as you were pertaining to that little brawl you just had with Mina and Momo along with BLACKPINK during Jisoo’s match for the Japan Combat Federation World Cup tournament.

“I texted Mina, I just got here, I was running late.” Sana explained.

“Oh you just got here huh? Let me ask you something, we’re you talking to somebody before you came here?”

“No?” Sana asked perplexedly.

You came upfront of Sana and stared intently at her menacingly. “No one?”

“No. I’m talking to you right now, is that okay?” She replied with a weirded expression on her face.

Your demeanor also changed into calm. “Okay. It’s cool then.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. We good.”

“Okay so uhm are they’re inside?”

“Yeah they’re all in there.”

“Well we’ll figure it out later tonight.” Sana smiled and patted you on the shoulder. As soon as she entered the locker room and closed the door, your teeth gritted in anger, knowing that she just lied right in front of your face.

1 HOUR LATER

A match was set between Team BLACKPINK’s Jennie and Lisa against The Myoui’s YN and Mina to determine who will have the advantage in the WarGames match. That means the winner of the match will go on to enter first and start the match tomorrow.

During the match, Lisa sets you up on the ropes and hammered your chest 17 times until you collapsed on the ringside. Lisa tried to pick you up again but you were saved by Mina who is pulling you away from Lisa’s grasp.

However, Jennie came into play as she grabbed Mina’s hair and tugged her up to the apron. The twins are now set on the ropes and the bestfriends realized that they’re about to do something more entertaining to give for the fans. A double hammering fist came up in their mind but it was ruined when both of them got their heads bounced onto the top rope when you and Mina escaped from their clutch.

You pulled Lisa’s legs out of the ring and drived her through the barricade while Jennie strikes her finisher rocket kick on Mina’s face. As she watches Mina roll out of the ring, you climbed and superkicked Jennie in revenge for your sister.

You then ran through the ropes and took out Lisa with a suicide dive out of the ring. As you reinserted her back, Lisa then pushed you through the corned and gave multiple bumps onto your midsection before she lifts you up on the top, chops your chest and released an amount of punches to your head.

You were about to be sent down by a superplex but Momo interfered by trying to enter the ring but the referee prevented her. A strategy for distraction, Sana pulled Lisa’s hair and slammed her on the ring, leaving the exhausted you on the top turnbuckle prepare yourself for a frog splash onto Lisa’s body.

You covered her for a pin, but Lisa kicks out at almost three, making Sana jump in disbelief that the plan didn’t work. Sana stepped on the apron and complained at the referee but Rosé brought her down and they began throwing fists at each other. Jisoo then charges at Momo and all four of them created chaos again at the ringside.

Momo then elicited a huge slap to Jisoo’s face, making her lay down on the announce table and used it for Momo to barrage her with some blows to the head. Rosé saw how her partner is suffering, she then assisted Jisoo by turning Momo’s attention to her.

All four of them started to quarrel again until it got stopped when Jennie launches herself from the top rope, a diving moonsault through the pack of wolves leaving all of them knocked down on the floor.

Sana watches the mess and saw Miyeon also approaching the scattered fighters down below them. The two stared down at each other before Miyeon reminded her again of the consequences she might about to face once The Bloodline doesn’t need her anymore.

Sana had enough and pushes off Miyeon away. In return, Miyeon tosses Sana into the ring which resulted for the referee to eject Sana out of the ringside as she illegally entered the ring.

The complaining Sana had diverted the attention of the referee to her. You tried to use it for cheating by holding your tag team title belt and use it to smash it on Lisa’s head but Miyeon quickly didn’t allowed you so, attacking you with a stunner and became a go signal for Lisa to unleash a big boot on your face.

She covered your unconscious body on the mat, referee counts to three and it’s over. The shows ends with BLACKPINK and Miyeon walking out of the arena with the WarGames advantage in their posession that might raise the percentage of their win possibility against The Bloodline tomorrow.

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