#blackpink au

[baejl]

pizza night

blackpink 5th member au

minah and mingyu suddenly turning into parents of 12

WARNINGS: it's been a long time since the last time I've written something. hope you guys like it tho!

masterlist 🩰 requests are opened feedback is always important to me!

"Five, four, three…"

The yoga instructor's voice was the only thing filling Minah and Mingyu's living room. Minah held her breath as the woman counted, trying to recreate the exact position she was teaching.

After the accident, Minah found the wonderful world of online workouts, and she never had to bother about going to the gym again. Not when she could do all that in her living room, not having to interact with other humans but her boyfriend, peacefully sleeping upstairs.

"Okay, now take a deep breath. And now, let it go." Minah did as the instructor said. "That's it for today, everyone. Our next class…"

Minah didn't wait for the video to end to turn off the TV, sitting on her couch and closing her eyes, feeling her muscles and her body racing post-workout. Oh, how she loved being alive.

She took her time there, just enjoying the silence, before deciding it was time for her to wake Mingyu up and get something to eat.

She was in the middle of the hallway when her intercom started ringing. Minah frowned. She didn't invite anyone, and Mingyu would probably warn her if he had. She turned around and headed to the kitchen.

Before even looking closely, Minah recognised who it was.

"Gosh…" she mumbled. Taking the intercom off the hook, Minah answered before anything. "Come in."

It didn't take two minutes before the door slammed open, and twelve men entered the apartment.

"Jesus, I'm so hungry." Dokyeom said, heading straight to the kitchen. He stopped before Minah and gave her a quick kiss on her cheek. "Hi, mom."

Minah lightly slapped his shoulder, making the boys laugh.

In less than a minute, her apartment was looking like a playground.

Seungcheol, Dokyeom and Jeonghan were in the kitchen, looking for something to eat. Joshua, Wonwoo, Jihoon and Minghao turned the TV on again and searched for a game to play, already deciding the pairs. Chan and Seungkwan waved at her and just laid on the couch. Minah made a mental note to brag with Mingyu about her perfect couch choice.

"Okay," she said. "who's gonna tell me what happened?"

"We were bored." Hansol showed up on her side, devouring one of her chocolate sundaes.

"And we missed you." Sooyoung said, trying to add a reason.

"Actually, our AC system broke." Jun whispered at her, heading to one of the guests' bedrooms.

"Hyung!" the men groaned together.

Minah laughed at their reaction.

Somehow, Minah can't even keep a straight face next to them. It always felt like she was in high school again, especially with the younger ones. She noticed Hayun wasn't there.

"Where's Hayun, by the way?"

"No comments on that." Seungcheol said without looking away from the oven, and she understood Hayun was probably sleeping in someone else's house.

"I'm gonna wake Mingyu." she announced, leaving the living room.

"No!" twelve voices echoed together, making her laugh.

"Why waking him up? He's so peaceful while he's asleep." Chan said with a forced smile on his face.

"The house is so quiet. Listen. " Jihoo said, making a signal for them to be quiet. "You can even listen to the birds."

Minah scoffed and shook her head, heading to the hallway leading to her bedroom. Mingyu had already talked to them about showing up without warning.

When she opened the door and got into the bedroom, she wished they were alone. Mingyu was in the same position she left him earlier, and she just wanted to take a quick shower and cuddle him again.

But a loud noise from the kitchen followed by a 'Dokyeom!' made Mingyu sit on the bed.

"What's happening?" he said, before even opening his eyes.

Minah chuckled and sat close to him, pulling him closer in a quick kiss.

"Hi, baby. We have guests." she said, watching Mingyu's sleeping face turning into a confused one, pulling Minah into a hug.

It took Mingyu a few seconds to fully understand what she meant, now rolling his eyes and making Minah laugh.

"I can't believe they did it again." he mumbled against her hair.

"Yes, honey. They did." Minah told him, letting go of his arms. "I'll be waiting for you so we can decide what to eat. We didn't go to the market yesterday, and we don't have enough food for all of us."

"I'll be out in a minute." Mingyu said, getting up and heading to their shared bathroom.

A loud noise from the kitchen made Minah leave the room and go back to the living room to check what happened.

"Oh, they have some good beers here…" Chan said.

Minah was about to tell him to drink some when she felt Mingyu's hand on her shoulder.

"Good morning, guys." he said, making the boys turn their attention to him.

"Oh, look at our Sleeping Beauty!" Soonyoung said, kidding and hugging Mingyu.

"Morning?" Wonwoo said, checking his watch. "It's almost noon, Mingyu-ah."

"Oh, that explains why Seungkwan and Chan are already on their third bottle of soju." Mingyu answered, watching his members toasting one more shot of soju. "Whatever," he shook his head. "we're ordering some pizzas, if you want to stay for dinner."

The boys tsked together and started mumbling.

"I'd love to stay, but I forgot my wallet." Seungcheol said, palming his pockets, trying to sound convincing.

"Me too." Dokyeom said, doing the same thing.

"Me t-"

Before Jihoo could say the same thing, Mingyu interrupted him.

"I'll pay." he told them.

Minah had never seen 12 grown men as happy as the 12 men inside her apartment at that moment. They started to cheer and mock Mingyu, thanking him, and that made her give an honest laugh.

"I'm going to call the girls and invite them over." she told Mingyu, who nodded and gave her a quick kiss on her cheek before she left to get her phone.

"Finally Mingyu hyung is going to open his wallet!" Hansol joked.

"Should we order some more beers, then? And then we can stop at some ice cream shop, and then we can buy some chocolate-" Chan asked.

Before Chan could finish his sentence, Mingyu threw a pillow at him, making the boys burst out.

[graveyardhorror]

𝔎𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔗𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔏𝔬𝔳𝔢: 𝔐𝔲𝔰𝔢

🥀 𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗦𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻: 𝗜 𝗪𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗔𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 🥀

KILL THIS LOVE SERIES MASTERLIST 1.7k word count

"I want you to love me how I love you, I want you to see me how I see you"

-

Jisoo pov

I can't let them be with anyone else, but they wouldn't dare do that to me. Would they? Ever since Y/N entered my life I can't help but feel different. I thought that the things I'd done in the past were inconveniences placed in my way to bother me. Turns out these inconveniences were actually helping me get closer to meet my soulmate, who would've thought?

I'd been depressed for a long time, I guess? Ever since I was a child and I did the things that I did, I was placed under supervision and had to take medication. This medicine didn't feel like it was helping me, in fact it felt like it was slowly killing me from the inside. Killing my spark, destroying my identity. I could only see the world through what seemed like someone else's eyes, not mine. 

I couldn't stand it. This world preaches self expression and to love who we are, until they realize that we cannot be molded into who they want us to be. They couldn't change me for the better, because I already was. 

I remember everything like it was yesterday, a fond smile spreading on my face. This isn't my first love, but gosh I wish it were. My muse doesn't make me angry like they did. Y/N was put on this earth to be mine and mine alone, to bring me joy. Unlike that bloody mess, they don't deserve an ounce of my attention and won't ever get it again.

It makes me laugh if I'm being honest. Shouldn't it be common sense not to flirt with someone who's taken? Though I could care less about them now, a lesson is a lesson that must be learned. And I definitely won't make the same mistake twice, not this time.

Things would have be so much simpler had I met Y/N first...Loved them first.

Flashback - Jisoo pov

I love her so much, mother said that expressing your love for someone is all you need to have a happy relationship. But why did she reject me?

I can't believe she doesn't like me back. There's no way she's telling me the truth! She has to be lying to me, there's no other explanation.

"I know why!" I gasped to myself, alone in my bedroom. She's being forced into a relationship she doesn't want to be in. It's those stupid friends of hers.

I knew they were trouble from the start. They never liked me because they could see my love for them, they were jealous from the very beginning. Those pesky friends of yours never let us live. Always there to bother you with terrible excuses just to get you away from me.

It's time I do something about it. Not like last time, no. I made the mistake of letting one live, now I'm paying the price of leaving a survivor run. This time, no survivors. No obstacles in between us, so we can be together without interruptions.

Don't worry my love...Things will change for us, some change for the better will come soon, I promise.

Same pov- A few months later (still flashback)

Childhood friends to lovers. What a wonderful real life trope we have, my love. Wouldn't you say so? It's just as I thought it would be. Perfect and full of romance.

She laid there, motionless as can be on my basement floor. All I did was help us. Eliminating those useless parasites from her life so we could be together at last. I don't know why she won't speak to me. Maybe she's sulking? A grin slowly spread on my face, a thought popping into my head.

"Do you remember when we started dating?," I grinned remembering myself. She said nothing, continuing her silent treatment, refusing to look in my direction. "Come on, you remember right? I...poked that one boy who tried to take you away from me"

"I can't believe such delusional people exist, you know?"

"It's too bad they could never have what we do, right my love?" She looked up at me for the first time since we got here.

"This is the same thing," I said.

"I poked them with lucy, you know my trusty skinning knife," I winked at her with a sly smirk.

"I don't get why you won't say a single word to me, are you still upset?"

"I warned you last time, you knew what would happen if you went against my word and yet you still did"

With angry and swollen, red eyes, they glared at me. And when they finally opened their mouth to speak words weren't what came out from their lips. 

Bloody saliva came into contact with my face, huh.

Third pov- still flashback

Oh the blood. So much of it everywhere. Even though this wasn't the original crime, blood seemed to follow Jisoo everywhere. Bleeding and slowly fading away from this world laid Jisoo's obsession. Jisoo really did seem to go through phases where she viewed the world through a rose-colored lens, some might even say she had a warped perception of reality.

She never did understand boundaries, or right from wrong when it benefited her. When she was twelve years old she did stab another boy her age because he "confessed his feelings" to the girl Jisoo claimed was her girlfriend. Though not the case, Jisoo seemed to get what she wanted to all the time. Her parents encouraged certain actions but later in life realized it was too late to act the caring parents part. Jisoo was in charge wherever she went. She commanded attention and did what she wanted.

With this not being the first incident of Jisoo's violent nature surfacing, she really had no idea how far she had gone this time. Her original plan was meticulously planned out, the execution on the other hand was not done neatly. Her emotions got the best of her and she ended up killing more than she planned, and even hurt her proclaimed lover at the same time.

Jisoo was now in a different mindset, thinking that her lover was not sulking and wanting her attention. Her mind completely blocked out the bloody room and the bloody mess her "girlfriend" was now was.

Did Jisoo even know her name? Yes she did actually, Luna. She preferred pet names though. Luna didn't. Luna didn't like anything Jisoo did anymore. At first Jisoo was kind, clingy but kind. Once her behavior became more erratic and she demanded more and more from her, Luna couldn't help but feel afraid. Her future at stake made her worry at only ten years old. Why did nobody see Jisoo the way she did?, for who she really was. Jisoo was cold-blooded and truly insane. Luna was always afraid of speaking up against her, the power and money the Kims held was unfathomable. A life destroyed if she spoke up, a life equally as destroyed if she didn't.

Luna planned to run away at just sixteen, she had gotten a knack of getting small jobs since she was ten years old and had planned on saving money from those jobs to get far away from her childhood home.

Once, Jisoo took that dream away from her. She was stubborn and in her mind, Jisoo knew best and was always right. Luna was devastated. Her last moments spent in the arms of the one who took away everything from her. Her freedom, her ability to love someone, her life...

Luna's final thoughts remained the same as when she first realized who Jisoo was deep down.

"I-I'm...going to...kill you...Jisoo" she mumbled as her life slipped away and she exhaled her last breath.

Y/N pov (present day)

As I was walking out of my first class I bumped into somebody, I was looking down at the ground. Breaking my chain of thoughts I look up and see the most beautiful girl on campus. Kim Jisoo.

She looked up at me with the most adorable look in her doe-like eyes and spoke. I didn't hear her. She's really popular on campus, because of her unreal facial features and closed off demeanor. Rumors say that she's shy and reserved because she was bullied for being "too pretty" at her old town's school. I mean, she is so beautiful it makes me a bit irritated. How can someone like her exist-

"Are you okay?"

Huh? "I'm sorry, what?" I replied, dumbfounded.

She laughed, oh my god her laugh. I am so screwed.

"I asked if you were okay? I'm so sorry I bumped into you, I wasn't looking where I was going," she said with a small smile on her heart shaped lips.

"Yes," I replied breathlessly. God she's so pretty.

She laughed again, oh no-

"Thank you, I was just headed to the library, do you want to study together?"

"I...would like that," I replied, my face now feeling warm.

Without another word, she smiled at me and lead the way.

Jisoo pov

I can't believe I still got it. It took so much restraint to not do anything stupid, even with this stupid pill in my body.

Am I really that charming? Huh, this was a lot easier than I thought.

Am I really so beautiful that I could drag them off to my car, stuff them in my trunk, and drive off into the sunset with them without anyone stopping me?

Okay, now that might be harder to pull off. Even if I am "the prettiest girl on campus." What a bunch of idiots.

Step two is starting to look more manageable, except.

I still have to contain myself. Do it for them.

I have to do it for them, for us, our future is depending on my self control. Kind of hard when you have any to begin with, but it's a start.

I suppressed the urge to squeal in delight, grinning I thought to myself how much I can't wait for step three. It was always my favorite part after all.

At the same time - Luna pov

End.

I have to make this end,

I can't let you do this again.

Not again

But don't worry...

I'll make it a happy ending this time,

By making sure that you,

never

ever

ever

hurt anyone again.

The same promise I made to you years ago, I'll fulfill very soon.

This time it's over Jisoo.

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KILL BILL by SZA

I did it all for love

I did it all of this on no drugs

I did all of this sober

Don't you know I did it all for us?

-

I just killed my ex

Not the best idea

Killed his girlfriend next

How'd I get here?

𝖠 𝖩𝖨𝖲𝖮𝖮 𝖪𝖨𝖬 𝖧𝖮𝖱𝖱𝖮𝖱 𝖠𝖴

𝖽𝗂𝗏𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖻𝗒 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗒

[authorforrosie]

Title: You are wearing Lisa’s favorite hoodie

Pairing: Lisa x You. [FxGN

Warning: None just fluff

Words: 583

Lisa has been looking for her favorite hoodie since almost fifty minutes after showering. She wanted to wear the hoodie because she knew how much you loved it on her. You were always in a cuddle mood when she is wearing her favorite hoodie.

„Since when has my favorite hoodie got legs and ran away from me. It needs to be somewhere..." Pouted Lisa.

Yes she asked herself the question since she is very frustrated about not finding the hoodie. She was about to stomp her feet on the ground when you walked into the bedroom. She saw that you are very her favorite yellow hoodie. All her frustrations went away replaced with literally a warm feeling in her heart. Her heart beats faster when she saw how cute you look in her hoodie. It was way bigger on you and looked like a dress.

„You look absolutely cute in my hoodie. Please keep on wearing it and let me cuddle with you." Asked Lisa with softness in her voice. She pouted to he end of her sentence.

You couldn't help yourself from cooed since she get's absolutely adorable when she is pouting. You only walked towards Lisa without saying anything. You didn't hesitate to kiss her whole face when you was standing in front of her.

„You are so cute sweetheart. Of course I will keep on wearing that hoodie since I love it as much as you do. Since I want you to cuddle with me." Answered you with joy in your voice. You didn't hesitate of kissing her on the lips passionately with much love.

Lisa couldn't help herself from moving her fists in the air and a happy expression on her face. She let out a cute "Yay!" meanwhile having red flushed cheeks in a blush.

Lisa walked towards the large closet that you both owned. She builds that for you for the third year anniversary with her own hands, family, friends and her bandmates. She decided to wear black shorts and yellow t-shirt with a black cat printed in the middle.

Your cheeks flushed red in a blush when she crawled on the bed beside you. Lisa didn't hesitate to pull you closer. You decided to lay your head on her chest. You and Lisa intertwined your fingers together meanwhile kissing slowly passionately.

A few minutes later you sat between her legs with your back pressed against her front. You kissed her cheek while playing with the rings on her fingers. See you in my 19th life was playing in the background.

Lisa cuddles with you even closer you both heard your hearts beating faster. In that moment you both fell even more in love with each other. You couldn't wait to marry her someday when the time is right for you both.

„I love you baby." Whispered Lisa with softness in her voice. You could hear through her voice how much she loves you.

You took her beautiful hand in yours to give it a soft squeeze. You hope that she could feel how much in love with her you are.

„I love you too my love." Whispered you back towards her with much love and admiration in your voice.

Lisa cooed since you are so cute in her opinion. Sometimes she wants to put you in her pockets to protect you at all costs. She doesn't always know how to handle her love for you. She wants to scream it to the whole world.

[mikithelibrarian]

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.

[scrtxai]

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!

[estellan0vella]

Secret Loser: H.JS Han Jisung x fem!reader (College AU)

WC: 19.4K

CW: Mention of body piercings, specifically a Prince Albert, Sexual References (No Smut), Minlix romance, side romances, OOC Jisung, tatted-up Jisung (a warning of it's own)

General Masterlist SKZ Masterlist

The sun is setting, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink as the Alpha Phi boys lounge around a picnic table at Wolmi Myland, a theme park in Incheon. The air is warm and sticky with the scent of hot dogs, popcorn, and fried food. They’re all wearing ridiculous novelty sunglasses. Each pair is more absurd than the last.

Jisung, ever the dramatic one, wears a pair of neon-pink guitar-shaped sunglasses that are so large they almost obscure his face entirely. He’s sitting back in his chair, arms crossed, looking unbothered, but there’s a hint of a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

“Fuck, I can barely see with these things on,” Changbin mutters, adjusting his own aviator-style glasses that have a flame design on the sides. He’s half-dressed in football team merch, the oversized T-shirt swallowing his frame. He shovels a handful of fries into his mouth and looks over at Minho, who's sitting opposite him, winking at Felix.

Felix, whose blonde hair is messy from the humidity, but still perfectly styled, glances up at Minho, his face turning a shade of pink that clashes with the neon orange of his oversized bunny sunglasses.

“Stop fucking staring, Minho,” Felix says, his voice crackling with a nervous laugh.

Minho leans in a little closer, his eyes dancing with mischief, the black, pink, and blue streaks in his hair matching the colour scheme of his mirrored sunglasses. “What, you can’t handle it, Felix? You look cute when you’re embarrassed, you know that?”

Felix’s cheeks go from pink to red, and he stutters, an adorable mess. “I-I don’t- What the hell are you talking about?” He tries to redirect his attention to his phone, scrolling through the latest Instagram posts from Kappa Tau, but Minho’s not letting him off the hook that easy.

“Come on, stop pretending you’re not into it,” Minho teases, his voice low and warm, a playful edge to every syllable. He gives Felix a slow, deliberate wink, and the heat on Felix’s face only deepens.

“You’re such a pain in the ass,” Felix mutters, trying to avoid looking at him directly. His fingers fumble with the straw in his drink. He’s trying, really trying, not to be flustered, but Minho’s making it impossible.

“You’re so cute when you blush,” Minho continues, giving Felix a lazy, flirtatious grin. “Honestly, I’m surprised I haven’t kissed you yet, Felix. What’s the hold up?”

Felix sputters, his eyes wide with disbelief. “Y-You- What? No, shut up.” His hands shake as he brings his drink to his lips, but instead of sipping, he accidentally splashes some soda on his chin.

“Smooth,” Jisung chimes in, his guitar-shaped sunglasses reflecting the twilight. “You know, Felix, I never thought I'd see you as the type to blush like a virgin in church, but here we are.” He leans back, chuckling to himself.

Changbin snorts. “Fucking right. I thought you had game, man.” He gives Felix a playful shove, the fries he’s holding spilling everywhere. “Guess not, huh?”

Felix looks at him, aghast. “I have fucking game. You’re just all assholes.”

“Sure, sure,” Changbin grins. “Just admit Minho’s got you weak in the knees, bro.”

“Fuck off, Changbin,” Felix snaps, but his eyes dart to Minho, and for a split second, he looks like he’s about to give in. But he quickly turns away, reaching for a bag of chips to hide his flustered expression.

“Yikes, dude, you really are a mess,” Seungmin says, popping a chip into his mouth with an exaggerated crunch. He’s got the worst luck, though. While everyone else is sporting absurdly oversized sunglasses, Seungmin’s sporting a pair of dick-shaped sunglasses.

“Are you fucking serious right now?” Minho asks, bursting into laughter. “Dude, you literally lost the rock-paper-scissors tournament and this is the price you pay? Fucking dick glasses?”

Seungmin, ever the good sport, grins. “Yeah, I look fucking amazing, don’t I?” He leans back, letting the ridiculousness of it all sink in. “The ladies love it.”

“Right,” Changbin snickers. “Yeah, you’re gonna get so much ass with those, Seungmin.”

“Can’t wait to get those numbers,” Seungmin quips back, tossing a handful of fries at Changbin. “I’ll be swimming in pussy.”

“Fuck off, man,” Jisung laughs, his voice vibrating with amusement. He lets out a dramatic sigh. “You guys are all a bunch of idiots.”

“Hey,” Hyunjin says from the other end of the table, adjusting his longish black hair and flicking his sunglasses to the side. “Can we focus for a second? I still can’t believe we’re all stuck here because of that stupid game of gawi bawi bo. What the fuck, we’re Alpha Phi, not a fucking daycare.”

“It’s the fucking principle of the matter, man,” Jisung protests, rolling up his black button-up sleeves to reveal his inked arms. His scorpion tattoo winks at anyone brave enough to look too closely. “Seungmin lost, he wears the dick glasses. End of story.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Hyunjin mutters, pulling a hot dog from the wrapper. “But we could be, I don’t know, doing something cool right now. Instead, we’re all sitting around here in dumb glasses, eating shit food.”

Felix’s lips quirk into a grin as he takes another sip from his drink. “We’re doing what we do best. Acting like idiots.”

“Fuck yeah,” Changbin agrees, tossing a fry into the air and catching it in his mouth with impressive skill. “But it’s not even that bad. I’m pretty sure we’re the only ones in this park with a crew as fucking good-looking as us. Right, Jeongin?”

Jeongin, who had been sitting silently, nods enthusiastically, flashing a wide grin. His black hair falls into his eyes as he tilts his head to look at them. “I mean, we’re pretty fucking hot. No one stands a chance.”

“You’re right,” Minho chimes in with a smirk. “But still, Felix here can’t handle it when I flirt with him. It’s like he turns into a fucking tomato.”

“Shut the hell up, Minho,” Felix mutters, reaching for his fries to avoid making eye contact.

The whole group bursts into laughter, the sound of their voices cutting through the fading sunlight. There’s something about their energy, the way they mess with each other without any real malice behind it, that makes it hard to tell if they’re just friends or if there’s something more simmering beneath the surface. The way Minho looks at Felix, the way Felix reacts, says a lot more than they’re willing to admit.

But for now, all they care about is the joke, the laughter, and the warm summer night ahead. The rest can wait.

The bustling energy of Wolmi Myland crescendos as the disco pang pang ride spins in vivid neon, flashing lights reflecting off the polished metal of its circular platform. Jisung smirks, tugging at his silver chains as he steps forward, his black button-up fluttering slightly in the sea breeze. “Alright, let’s do this,” he says, his confidence unmistakable as he adjusts the sleeves of his shirt, tattoos coiling down his arms catching the light.

“God, I hope you puke,” Changbin mutters from the sidelines, leaning against the railing with a half-empty soda in one hand. Beside him, Chan lets out a loud laugh.

“Bold of you to assume Jisung has anything left in his stomach,” Chan retorts.

“Fuck you, guys,” Jisung calls back without turning around, flipping them the bird over his shoulder. “You’re just jealous you’re not man enough for this ride.”

“Man enough?” Seungmin repeats, adjusting the ridiculous dick-shaped sunglasses still perched on his nose. ��Bro, you’re the one who screamed on the log flume like it was a fucking horror movie.”

“THERE WAS WATER IN MY EYE,” Jisung shouts dramatically, throwing his arms in the air. Hyunjin doubles over laughing, his black hair nearly obscuring his face.

“Sure there was, drama queen,” Hyunjin teases. “Come on, let’s do this before Felix changes his mind.”

“I’m not changing my mind!” Felix protests, his voice indignant. His usual confidence wavers slightly under Minho’s amused smirk. “It’s just a ride, right? No big deal.”

“Right,” Minho says smoothly, patting Felix on the back. “And if you scream, I’ll still think you’re cute.”

Felix flushes deep red, stammering, “I- Shut up, Minho!”

They climb onto the ride, the four of them sliding into seats along the circular edge, gripping the bar behind them for balance. The operator, a middle-aged man with a mischievous grin, grabs the microphone and leans into it. “Welcome to disco pang pang! You ready to scream?”

The crowd cheers, and the speakers crackle again. “Alright, let’s start with a question: who’s single?”

Hyunjin, Felix, Minho, and Jisung raise their hands without hesitation, drawing immediate hoots and whistles from the onlookers.

Across the platform, your friend Jennie snickers and grabs your hand, thrusting it into the air. “Y/N’s single too!” she calls out, her Snow White outfit glittering under the lights.

Lisa, dressed as Cinderella, grabs Rose’s hand and does the same. “Rose is single too!”

The operator laughs, the mic amplifying his voice. “Alright, looks like we’ve got options. You four guys. Who’s best suited for Sleeping Beauty over there?” He points directly at you, your pink outfit shimmering under the ride’s lights.

Minho, Hyunjin, and Felix immediately point at Jisung, who raises an eyebrow and smirks, tilting his head. “Guess it’s unanimous,” he quips.

Minho holds up his hands. “We’re gay. No girls for us.”

Felix nods, backing him up. “None. At all.”

The operator chuckles. “Fair enough. What about Elsa, then?” He gestures toward Rose, her platinum-blonde wig catching the light.

“I’ll take that one,” Hyunjin says confidently, raising his hand with a grin.

“Alright, let’s spin!” The operator starts the ride with a sudden jolt, and the platform lurches into motion.

The ride spins and bounces, the centrifugal force sending everyone sliding against the edges, laughter and shouts filling the air. You grip the bar behind you tightly, but the ride jerks again, and suddenly your grip slips.

“Shit!” you exclaim, sliding uncontrollably toward the middle.

Jisung notices instantly, his dark eyes locking onto you as you skid along the platform. “Oh, fuck,” he mutters, reaching out instinctively with one hand while keeping the other firmly on the bar.

Minho, Hyunjin, and Felix all stretch out their hands to help too, but Jisung’s reflexes are faster. His fingers close around your wrist, and he yanks you up onto your feet just as the ride jolts again.

The force sends you sprawling. Straight into Jisung’s lap.

“Holy shit,” Jisung mutters, one arm wrapping around your waist instinctively to keep you steady. The scorpion tattoo on his neck is close enough to brush against your temple, his breath warm against your ear. “You good?”

“Yeah,” you reply calmly, despite the chaos. Your voice is soft, unfazed, as if crashing into a stranger’s lap is just another day at the amusement park.

The operator’s voice booms over the speakers, laughter in his tone. “Hold the pretty girl, Romeo!”

Jennie, Lisa, Jisoo, and Rose dissolve into howls of laughter from their seats. “Oh my god, Y/N!” Jennie screams. “You’re fucking killing me!”

The ride jerks again, and you slip slightly, but Jisung’s grip tightens, one hand still braced on the bar. “I got you,” he says smoothly, his flirty smirk returning. “Guess you’re stuck with me now.”

Minho, Felix, and Hyunjin are practically crying with laughter. “Hold her tight, Romeo!” Minho repeats through his cackling.

Felix wipes tears from his eyes. “This is fucking gold.”

The ride jerks and spins, the platform hurtling through the air with each twist, each violent lurch making Jisung grip the bar tighter. He’s barely aware of the ride itself anymore; all his focus is on you. How you’re pressed against him, your body bouncing in his lap with every sudden movement. Every jolt sends another wave of heat through him, but he has to fight it.

"Fuck," Jisung mutters under his breath, trying to keep his composure. His arm, locked securely around your waist, pulls you closer each time the ride moves. His other hand is wrapped around the bar, knuckles white from the strain of holding on. He’s trying so hard not to let his body betray him.

Your pink dress shifts with each bounce, and Jisung can feel the fabric sliding against his leg as you move in his lap. His teeth dig into his lower lip, and his mind goes to desperate places. Thinking about his grandma, his fucking grandma, just to keep things in check.

"Hold the bar, Romeo!" the operator calls out, his voice booming through the speakers, and Jisung does just that, holding on for dear life, trying not to think about how soft you feel against him, how your warmth makes his pulse quicken.

You don’t seem to be bothered by the closeness at all. Your face, calm and composed, doesn’t show any sign of embarrassment, even as you slide up and down in his lap with every turn of the ride. You’re so fucking graceful, even in the chaos, and Jisung can’t help but admire it, hell, he’s pretty sure he's never been this close to a girl, and yet he doesn't feel like you're awkward or uncomfortable.

And fuck, you’re beautiful.

Just when Jisung thinks he’s going to lose his mind from the pressure of holding you so close, the ride jerks again, and this time, it’s more intense than before. The entire group of riders is thrown in every direction, and with one final violent lurch, Jisung and you are sent crashing to the floor of the ride.

"Shit!" Jisung grunts, barely keeping you from slamming face-first into the ground. But he can’t hold on, and you both end up sprawled on the floor, laughing despite the awkwardness of the situation.

Over in another corner, Minho and Felix aren’t faring much better. The ride has whipped them into a tangle of limbs, and for a moment, it looks like they’re trying to sort out who’s on top of who. Minho’s face is flushed, and Felix is doing everything he can to avoid making eye contact, his cheeks bright red as he tries to push himself up from the floor.

“Fucking hell,” Minho mutters, grinning at Felix’s red face as he struggles to get up. “You’re such a mess, Felix.”

“I- Shut up!” Felix huffs, pushing Minho off of him, his face an even deeper shade of pink now. He’s trying not to make eye contact with anyone, but the whole ride is practically howling with laughter at the scene.

"Fucking drama queens," Hyunjin laughs, his voice cutting through the noise. He’s sitting upright with a shit-eating grin, clearly enjoying the spectacle.

“Fucking hell, I’m never riding this shit again,” Felix mutters under his breath, pushing himself to his feet, but he can’t stop the wide smile creeping across his face.

“God, you’re cute when you’re embarrassed, Felix,” Minho teases again, his voice smooth, playful, and just a little too suggestive.

“Fuck you, Minho,” Felix responds, but it’s not harsh. More like an endearing complaint.

Meanwhile, Jisung and you are still trying to right yourselves, laughing as you both get to your feet.

"Fuck," Jisung says with a grin, giving you a quick glance. “That was a hell of a ride, huh?”

You blink at him silently, but the look in your eyes is enough to make Jisung’s grin widen. He’s about to say something else when the operator hits another switch, jerking the ride once again, this time sending you sliding back toward your friends, who are standing at the edge of the platform watching the chaos unfold.

But in a desperate attempt to keep her balance, you grab hold of Rose, your best friend, yanking her toward you for support.

“Ah!” Rose squeals, stumbling backwards. “What the hell, Y/N?” She tries to pull away, but it’s too late, she’s already tumbling, and in the blink of an eye, she’s crashing straight into Hyunjin.

“Whoa!” Hyunjin grins, his eyes sparkling as he catches Rose effortlessly in his arms. “Well, hello there, Elsa.”

Rose’s face is completely blank for a moment, her eyes wide and unblinking. She’s staring at Hyunjin like she’s seen a ghost, or, more likely, the most beautiful guy she’s ever seen in her life.

“Uh, hi,” Rose finally breathes, her voice soft, almost a whisper.

Hyunjin looks down at her, amused, and flashes a charming grin. “Did you enjoy the ride, Elsa?”

Rose, still dazed, can’t seem to get her words straight. “I- I... what?” Her voice is almost too quiet, like she's too stunned to respond properly. Hyunjin’s presence is doing something to her, something that has her blushing like a schoolgirl.

The other riders are howling with laughter, and the onlookers, who’ve gathered near the ride, are absolutely losing their shit at the sight of the tangled mess of limbs. Some of them are even filming, clearly thinking this will be some viral gold.

"You guys are a fucking mess," Jisung chuckles, eyes still focused on you as you try to regain your balance, laughing with your friends. “But seriously, Y/N, you okay?”

You nod, giving him a small smile, and Jisung can’t help but feel like his heart might just burst from the simple way you look at him. Calm, serene, unbothered by the chaos around you. He wishes he could just reach out and hold you, but the ride’s still going, and the operator’s having too much fun with his matchmaking antics.

“Hold tight, Romeo!” the operator shouts again, as if he can sense the tension in the air, the way Jisung is still holding onto the bar with one hand, his other arm around your waist, trying not to make things worse.

Jisung doesn't care anymore. He pulls you a little closer, his grip tightening slightly as the ride spins once more. He holds you like you belong in his arms, and he’s not about to let go anytime soon.

The laughter from the other riders continues, but for Jisung, everything seems to quiet down except for the rhythm of your breath, the steady beat of his heart, and the way you’ve become the centre of his world, even if just for this one insane moment.

And fuck, he doesn’t want it to end.

The boys regroup by a nearby bench under the flickering lights of the boardwalk, the salty ocean air mixing with the sweetness of funnel cakes and fried snacks. Jisung, Felix, Hyunjin, and Minho look like they’ve just survived a small war, their hair tousled, shirts rumpled, and faces still flushed from the chaos of the ride.

“How you all feeling?” Chan asks, grinning as he leans back against the bench, arms crossed. His blue hair catches the light, giving him an almost ethereal glow.

“Me and Minho got real up close and personal,” Felix says, dragging a hand through his blonde hair, his freckled cheeks pinker than usual.

Minho doesn’t miss a beat, wiggling his eyebrows with a shit-eating grin. “Didn’t know you were so flexible, Lix.”

Felix groans, but the faint smile tugging at his lips betrays him. “You’re such an asshole.”

Changbin snorts, sipping from a soda cup. “You two should just fuck already. The tension’s killing the rest of us.”

Felix sputters, his face going beet red, but Minho only smirks wider, clearly enjoying the teasing. “What can I say? I’ve got that effect on people.”

Seungmin pushes his ridiculous sunglasses up his nose and deadpans, “Your effect is that you’re unbearable.”

“Love you too, Minnie,” Minho quips, blowing him a kiss.

Jisung, leaning casually against the railing, suddenly grins, his gaze drifting over the boardwalk. “I’m in love.”

Hyunjin, brushing nonexistent lint off his shirt, chimes in with a dreamy sigh. “Same.”

The group collectively turns to look where the two are staring. Across the boardwalk, you and Rose are arm in arm, laughing with Jennie, Jisoo, and Lisa as you wait at a stall for alcoholic slushies. Your cherry-red hair gleams under the lights, and your pink dress clings perfectly to your frame as you lean into Rose, whispering something that makes her giggle.

“You’re fucking kidding me,” Jeongin mutters, following their line of sight. “Kappa girls?”

Chan groans, running a hand down his face. “Oh, no. Not Kappa girls. Theta Tau has already laid claim on them. You wanna start a frat brawl?”

Hyunjin shrugs, unbothered, his black hair falling into his eyes. “Theta Tau can suck my dick.”

“Pretty sure they’d need instructions first,” Jisung adds, smirking. His eyes flick back to you, the edges of his mouth curling further. “Besides, they can’t lay claim on people. Sleeping Beauty over there?” He gestures toward you with his chin. “I’m gonna woo the shit out of her.”

Hyunjin raises his hand lazily. “And Elsa? She’s mine.”

Seungmin snickers. “You two are dead men walking.”

“You think I’m scared of those Theta Tau pricks?” Jisung scoffs, pushing off the railing and brushing off his shirt. “They can try all they want. I’ll sweep her off her feet.”

Hyunjin, ever the picture of elegance even in chaos, flips his hair dramatically. “Same goes for Rose. She’s a vision. Theta Tau can’t compete with this.” He gestures to himself with a flourish.

Chan sighs heavily, though his lips twitch with amusement. “You guys are insane. Theta Tau isn’t going to like this.”

“Who gives a fuck what they like?” Minho drawls, his voice dripping with disdain. He pops a fry into his mouth before continuing, “Theta Tau can lick my balls after practice. Everyone knows we’re the better frat anyway.”

Changbin nods in agreement, a wicked grin spreading across his face. “Yeah, they’re all talk and no action. Bunch of little bitches.”

“They won’t dare face us in a fight,” Minho continues, crossing his arms. “I say we help our boys land their princesses.”

Chan’s expression shifts, a sly grin tugging at his lips. “Then count me in. I’ve had my eye on Jennie Kim for months.”

Seungmin snorts. “This is shaping up to be a disaster.”

“Or a fucking masterpiece,” Jisung counters, his grin wide as he leans against the railing again, his dark eyes fixed on you. You’re sipping your bright pink slush, your laugh carrying across the boardwalk as Jennie clinks her drink against yours. “Either way, Sleeping Beauty’s gonna know my name by the end of the night.”

Hyunjin nudges him playfully. “Just don’t fuck it up.”

“Please,” Jisung replies, tossing his hair back dramatically. “When have I ever fucked up?”

The group exchanges knowing glances, bursting into laughter.

“Shut the fuck up,” Jisung groans, though his grin never wavers. His eyes flick back to you, watching as you and Rose wander off with your group, arm in arm. “Seriously, though. I’m calling it now, she’s gonna be my girlfriend, maybe even my wife.”

The living room of the Alpha Phi frat house is a cacophony of noise and heat, the oppressive summer weather turning the place into a makeshift sauna. Ceiling fans spin lazily overhead, providing little relief as the guys lounge on mismatched couches and beanbags, their laughter echoing off the old wooden walls. The room smells faintly of sweat, soda, and the faint sweetness of Felix’s strawberry tanghulu, the sticky glaze glinting in the sunlight streaming through the large bay windows.

“Alright, assholes,” Jisung calls out, clapping his hands together as he strides into the room. He’s wearing only a pair of black shorts, leaving his heavily tattooed torso fully on display. “Everyone shut the fuck up and pay attention. We’re about to change lives here.”

“By lives, he means his own,” Changbin mutters, lounging in a beanbag chair as he scrolls on his phone. “Or maybe ruin them.”

“Shut up, Binnie,” Hyunjin says, striding in behind Jisung, his laptop tucked under one arm. He looks as immaculate as ever despite the heat, his long black hair pulled back into a loose bun that somehow only adds to his annoyingly perfect features. “You’re going to thank us when this works.”

“If it works,” Jeongin adds from his spot on the couch, raising an eyebrow. He’s fanning himself lazily with a notebook, his legs draped over the armrest.

“It’ll fucking work,” Chan says, entering last with a determined look. His short blue hair is damp from a recent shower, and his sleeveless shirt reveals the toned muscles that only add to his already intimidating presence. “We’ve got a plan.”

“A stupid plan,” Seungmin mutters, adjusting his position in the chair he’s sprawled in. “But whatever. Let’s see it.”

Felix is curled up next to Minho on the couch, his head resting on Minho’s shoulder as he eats his tanghulu one sticky bite at a time. Minho has one arm draped casually around him, and the sight draws a few knowing smirks from the others, though no one comments. Felix doesn’t even bother looking up. “This better be worth it. It’s fucking boiling in here.”

Hyunjin plugs his laptop into the TV, and the screen flashes to life, displaying the opening slide of their PowerPoint: “Mission Princess: How to Woo and Not Fuck It Up.”

“Gentlemen,” Hyunjin begins, standing dramatically in front of the TV. “We have prepared a step-by-step presentation on how to win the hearts of our respective princesses.”

Jisung nods, arms crossed over his chest as he leans against the back of the couch. “That’s right. Last night, we did some cyberstalking- sorry, research- on our ladies. Y/N, Rose, and Jennie. Criminal law students and a forensic science major. They’re smart as hell, and we’re dumb as fuck, so we’ve got some catching up to do.”

Jeongin snorts. “Finally some self-awareness.”

“Shut it, you little shit,” Jisung fires back, flipping him off.

Hyunjin clicks to the next slide, which reads in bold letters: “Step 1: Get to Know Them.” Beneath it are three subsections, each with a ridiculous photoshopped picture of the Alpha Phi members standing in for the women they’re talking about. For Jennie, there’s Chan wearing a wig and holding a coffee cup. For Rose, it’s Hyunjin in a blue cardigan with a fake rose in his hand. And for Y/N, it’s Jisung in a sparkly pink dress and platform boots.

The room bursts into laughter.

“What the fuck is that?” Changbin howls, pointing at the screen. “Jisung, you look like a rejected K-pop trainee.”

“It’s called commitment, bitch,” Jisung replies with a smirk. “Now shut up and let me do my part.”

Hyunjin gestures for him to take the stage. Jisung pushes off the couch and stands in front of the screen, tapping the slide with a finger. “Alright, listen up, assholes. Y/N is a criminal law student. She’s smart as fuck, probably smarter than all of us combined, so don’t even try to bullshit her. She likes romantic poetry and she wears a lot of pink.” He grins, gesturing to his photoshopped picture. “Obviously, she’s got taste.”

“Obviously,” Seungmin mutters under his breath.

“Your turn, Hyunjin,” Jisung says, stepping aside.

Hyunjin clicks to the next subsection and steps forward, gesturing dramatically to the screen. “Rose. Also a criminal law student. She’s into art galleries, which means she has class, unlike some of you heathens.” He shoots a pointed look at Changbin, who flips him off without hesitation. “And she’s from New Zealand. She’s got that accent, you know, the kind that makes everything sound sexy.”

“That explains why you’re so into her,” Felix teases from Minho’s shoulder.

Hyunjin ignores him and motions to Chan. “Take it away.”

Chan clicks to the final subsection, where his own ridiculous photoshopped picture stares back at him. “Jennie,” he begins, his voice serious. “Forensic science major. Wicked smart. In her free time, she releases music. Also drinks coffee like it’s fucking crack, which, same. So, obviously, we’re perfect for each other.”

“Sure you are,” Minho quips, grinning. “And I’m the Pope.”

Chan ignores him and clicks to the next slide, which shows a bullet-pointed plan for the next steps. It’s completely absurd, involving things like “accidentally” running into the girls at their favourite café and “strategically” inviting them to Alpha Phi parties.

“You realize this is fucking insane, right?” Jeongin says, shaking his head as he glances at the screen. “This isn’t a plan. It’s a shitshow waiting to happen.”

“Shut up, Jeongin,” Jisung says, crossing his arms. “This is how legends are made.”

“And how restraining orders are filed,” Seungmin mutters, earning a snicker from Felix.

“Whatever,” Jisung says, ignoring the laughter. “We’re doing this. We’re gonna woo the shit out of these girls. And when we succeed, you’re all gonna eat your words.”

“Or just eat shit,” Changbin adds with a grin.

Jisung’s grin widens. “Either way, it’s gonna be a fucking masterpiece.”

Hyunjin clicks to the next slide and the words “Q&A Section: Don’t Be Dumbasses” flash across the screen in bold neon lettering, surrounded by a ridiculous cartoon of a brain with arms shrugging dramatically. The room erupts into laughter, and Hyunjin raises his hands for quiet.

“Alright, shut up,” he says, trying to sound authoritative but failing as his lips twitch into a grin. “We figured some of you would have questions because, let’s be real, half of you have the romantic instincts of a wet mop.”

Changbin leans back in his beanbag chair, raising his hand lazily. “Yeah, I’ve got one. What the fuck are you gonna do if this whole plan backfires, and they think you’re creepy instead of charming?”

Chan snorts. “First of all, fuck you for your lack of faith, Binnie. Second, it’s all about execution. We’re not just sliding into their lives uninvited. We’re creating opportunities for organic connections.”

“Organic?” Seungmin repeats, raising an eyebrow. “You mean like how stalking their social media last night was ‘organic’?”

Jisung waves a hand dismissively. “That was reconnaissance. Don’t make it weird.”

“It’s already weird,” Jeongin says, snickering. “Anyway, what’s the backup plan if they straight-up reject you?”

“Then we die of heartbreak,” Hyunjin says dramatically, clutching his chest. “But it won’t happen because we��re hot.”

“You’re hot,” Felix mutters, stuffing another piece of tanghulu into his mouth. “Can’t say the same for everyone here.”

“Rude,” Jisung deadpans, gesturing to himself. “Look at me. I’m a fucking work of art.”

“You’re a work of something,” Minho says, smirking. “Anyway, serious question: what if Theta Tau finds out and starts shit? You know they’re territorial as fuck.”

Chan crosses his arms, his expression hardening. “We’re ready for that. In fact...” He gestures to Hyunjin, who clicks to the next slide. The words “Battle Plan for Theta Tau” flash across the screen, accompanied by an overly dramatic image of the Alpha Phi crest.

The entire room bursts into laughter.

“The plan is literally just to beat them up?” Felix asks, pointing at the screen, where the only strategy listed reads: 1. Fight them. 2. Beat them up.

“It’s a classic,” Jisung says, shrugging nonchalantly. “Why complicate things?”

“You do realize this isn’t Game of Thrones, right?” Jeongin asks, rolling his eyes. “You can’t just fight them for dominance.”

“Sure we can,” Changbin says, cracking his knuckles. “They’re all bark and no bite. It’d be over in five minutes.”

“Or it’d escalate into a full-on frat war,” Seungmin mutters, clearly unimpressed. “But hey, whatever keeps you entertained.”

Hyunjin clears his throat. “Let’s focus on the actual goal here, which is wooing our princesses. Any other questions?”

Felix raises his hand, his tone uncharacteristically uncertain. “What happens if, you know, they’re not into it? Like, what if they’re already seeing someone?”

Jisung leans forward, resting his hands on his knees. “Then we play it cool. Back off and respect their boundaries. But that’s not gonna happen because I’m telling you, Sleeping Beauty looked at me like I was her goddamn Prince Charming.”

“You mean she fell into your lap because of a ride,” Jeongin says, grinning.

“Details,” Jisung says, waving him off. “Any other dumbass questions?”

When no one speaks up, Hyunjin clicks to the next slide, which reads: “Pitch Your Ideas” in obnoxiously bright colours. He gestures to the group. “This is your chance to contribute. Any brilliant ideas?”

Minho is the first to speak, leaning back with a lazy smirk. “You could accidentally spill coffee on them and offer to buy them a new one. Classic rom-com move.”

“That’s a shit idea,” Changbin says immediately. “What if they get pissed and throw it back in your face?”

Minho shrugs. “Then at least you’ll smell like coffee.”

Felix perks up. “What about leaving them anonymous notes? Like, romantic ones. Poetry and shit.”

“That’s creepy,” Seungmin says flatly. “They’d think they have a stalker.”

“You mean like what they already are?” Jeongin quips, earning a round of laughter.

“Okay, genius,” Felix says, glaring at Seungmin. “What’s your idea?”

“Don’t have one,” Seungmin replies, smirking. “I’m just here to watch the train wreck.”

Jisung groans, running a hand through his hair. “You’re all useless. From the data gathered, it’s clear none of us are experts in dating women long-term.”

“Felix and I are gay,” Minho says, raising his hand like a student answering a question. “We tried our best.”

Jisung snaps his fingers. “You two could befriend them. Girls love the gays.”

Felix tilts his head, considering this. “That’s actually not a bad idea.”

Minho nods slowly. “Yeah, we could be the friendly middlemen. Butter them up a little.”

“That’s the spirit,” Jisung says, clapping his hands together. “See? Teamwork makes the dream work.”

Hyunjin clicks to the next slide, which features a crudely drawn diagram of a heart surrounded by arrows labelled with absurd strategies like “be charming as fuck,” “don’t trip over your own dick,” and “look hot at all times.”

“This is our roadmap to success,” Hyunjin says, dead serious despite the ridiculousness of the slide. “If we stick to the plan, there’s no way we can fail.”

“No way you can fail,” Seungmin corrects. “The rest of us are just here for moral support.”

“Or to clean up the mess when this goes to shit,” Jeongin adds, grinning.

Chan sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Alright, let’s wrap this up. We’ve got work to do.”

“And princesses to woo,” Jisung adds, his confident grin lighting up the room. Despite the chaos, the fire in his eyes makes it clear he’s all in and nothing’s going to stop him.

The warm glow of Jennie’s room in the Kappa Tau sorority house feels like a cosy bubble away from the chaos of campus life. The soft hum of 90 Day Fiance plays in the background, the ridiculous drama on-screen prompting bursts of laughter from the girls lounging around the room. It smells faintly of vanilla candles, wine, and the comforting sweetness of melting ice cream.

Jennie’s room is the epitome of comfort and indulgence. Fairy lights strung around the walls cast a golden glow over plush rugs and mismatched pillows. Her large hanging swing chair is padded with layers of cushions and blankets, where you and Rose are curled up together. Both of you wear matching pastel pink silk robes, your hair clipped back in messy buns, and snail sheet masks clinging to your faces.

“This is the best idea ever,” Lisa says, her voice muffled through her own mask as she leans against the bed, spooning rocky road ice cream out of the pint. Her long legs are stretched out in front of her, the silky fabric of her light blue robe shimmering under the lights. “Wine, ice cream, and trash TV? Literal heaven.”

“Literal trash too,” Jisoo retorts from her spot on the floor, cross-legged with a glass of rosé in one hand and a pint of mint chocolate chip in the other. She pushes her own robe sleeve, emerald green, up her arm, careful not to spill her wine. “But, I mean, who are we kidding? This show is iconic.”

“You just like watching other people’s relationships implode,” Jennie teases from the bed, lounging with one arm draped over Felix, who is wearing a lavender robe like he’s been part of this group his whole life. Minho is stretched out on the chaise in a black silk robe, one arm resting lazily on the back, smirking as if he too has always belonged in this little sorority circle.

Felix chuckles, his freckles crinkling as he spoons some ice cream into his mouth. “I mean, she’s not wrong. It’s like watching a train wreck you can’t look away from.”

“Speaking of train wrecks,” Minho begins, his grin widening as he sets down his wine glass. “Did you hear about that cheerleader on the squad? Chloe? Apparently, she got caught going down on the gymnastics coach under the bleachers.”

“No fucking way,” Lisa gasps, sitting up straighter and nearly knocking her ice cream over.

“It’s true,” Felix says, nodding with a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Word’s all over campus. Someone filmed it. She got suspended, and the coach might lose his job.”

Jennie lets out a low whistle, swirling her wine glass. “How do people even get themselves into situations like that? Like, the bleachers? Really?”

“People are just nasty,” Jisoo says, shaking her head as she takes another spoonful of ice cream. “I mean, couldn’t she wait until she's, I don’t know, not a public fucking place?”

Rose giggles softly from beside you, her head resting lightly against your shoulder. “That’s so wild. I don’t even know how she thought she wouldn’t get caught.”

“Desperate people don’t think straight,” Minho says with a smirk. “Or maybe she just really likes the thrill of getting caught.”

Lisa throws a pillow at him. “You’re gross.”

He dodges it with a laugh. “Hey, just saying. Different strokes for different folks.”

Felix shakes his head, grinning. “You’re the worst, Minho.”

From your spot in the swing chair, you speak up quietly, your voice soft but full of curiosity. “Do you think she regrets it? Or do you think she’s just embarrassed because she got caught?”

The room falls quiet for a moment as everyone processes your question.

“Honestly,” Rose says, her voice gentle, “she’s probably just overwhelmed. I mean, it’s bad enough making a mistake, but having it become a campus-wide scandal must be horrible.”

“That’s so you, Y/N,” Jennie says with a fond smile, leaning back on the bed. “Always finding a way to sympathize with someone. You’re too good for this world.”

Lisa nods. “Yeah, if it were me, I’d be mortified but also probably pissed as hell. Like, why’s everyone so nosy?”

Jisoo shrugs. “Because drama is free entertainment.”

Jennie laughs. “You’re a menace, Jisoo.”

Felix, ever the peacemaker, adds, “Still, she didn’t deserve to have her business put on blast like that. People can be so cruel.”

“True,” Minho says, surprisingly serious for once. “But let’s not act like she didn’t bring at least some of it on herself.”

Jennie raises her wine glass. “Here’s to not giving head under bleachers.”

The group laughs, clinking glasses and pints together in mock celebration.

Rose squeezes your hand gently, a small smile on her face. “You’d never get caught up in something like that,” she says softly. “You’re too smart.”

“Neither would you.”

“Yeah, because you two are fucking angels,” Lisa says, rolling her eyes. “That’s why we have to protect you.”

Jennie nods, her tone teasing but affectionate. “We’re your big sisters. No one’s messing with our sweethearts.”

“Not on our watch,” Jisoo adds, raising her spoon like a weapon.

Minho and Felix exchange a glance, and Minho smirks. “Guess we’re part of the protective circle now, huh?”

Jennie narrows her eyes playfully. “We’ll see. You have to earn it.”

Felix leans into her, fluttering his lashes dramatically. “Have I not earned it already?”

Jennie laughs, ruffling his hair, before she glances at you and Rose curled up in the swing chair. Her eyes sparkle with mischief. “You two ready for your great love stories to kick off?” 

Rose lifts her head from your shoulder, her cheeks pink, though whether it’s from the wine or embarrassment is unclear. “It was just a bit,” she says quickly, though the soft hesitation in her voice betrays her uncertainty.

You nod along, keeping your expression neutral. “Right, just a funny little moment.”

Lisa, sprawled out on the floor with her second pint of ice cream, snorts loudly. “No, no. Those two Alpha Phi boys are into the two of you. Big time. It’s not just a ‘moment,’ babes.”

Rose’s face heats further, and she buries her face in her hands with a groan. “Oh my god, stop.”

Jisoo smirks, her gaze flicking between the two of you like a cat toying with its prey. “They’re not just into you. They’re in love. I’m calling it now.”

Minho, perched on the chaise like he owns the place, raises a hand lazily. “Can confirm.”

Felix, snuggled next to him, nods enthusiastically. “Super interested. Like, they won’t shut up about it.”

Rose sits up straighter, her wide eyes darting to you. Before either of you can respond, Jennie leans forward, narrowing her eyes in suspicion. “Are you two interested? Be honest.”

You and Rose exchange a panicked glance before simultaneously picking up the wine bottle on the nearby table. You tip it slightly, squinting at the label like it holds the secrets of the universe. “Oh, wow, fermented,” you say, nodding like a sommelier. “Uh-huh. Grapes. Cool.”

Rose nods along vigorously. “Yeah, so fascinating. It’s aged! Love that. Great stuff.”

Lisa bursts into laughter, clutching her stomach as she doubles over. “Holy shit, you two are so bad at this.”

“Seriously,” Jennie adds, her voice full of exasperated fondness. “It’s okay to admit you’re at least curious.”

Rose sets the bottle down, avoiding everyone’s gaze. “What about Theta Tau?” she asks hesitantly. “You know what they’re like.”

At the mention of the rival fraternity, Jennie’s playful smile vanishes, replaced by a steely determination. “I’m not afraid to smack a dickhead Theta boy if he starts shit.”

Lisa, Minho, Felix, and Jisoo all nod in agreement, their expressions mirroring Jennie’s resolve.

“They’re all talk anyway,” Minho says, rolling his eyes. “Big egos, no guts. I’d pay to see one of them try something.”

Felix grins. “Right? Jennie would take them out before they even got a word in.”

You shake your head, your quiet voice cutting through the heated energy. “No, seriously, guys. Rose and I can’t handle confrontation or tension. Like, at all.”

Rose nods emphatically, her soft voice chiming in. “We’ll stroke out. Full-on death by stress.”

Jennie’s expression softens slightly, her protective instincts kicking in. “Alright, alright. We’ll keep them in check. But you two don’t need to worry about Theta Tau. We’ve got your backs.”

You glance at Rose, who gives you a small smile. “Besides,” you add with a faint laugh, “don’t you like Chan?”

Jennie’s cheeks flush slightly, but she doesn’t miss a beat. “Yep,” she says with a smirk. “I’m just waiting for him to do something about it.”

Minho snorts loudly, his laughter filling the room. “Good fucking luck with that. Chan’s great at a lot of things, but making a move? Not one of them.”

“Hey, he’s getting there,” Felix chimes in, though even he sounds doubtful.

Jennie shrugs, leaning back against her pillows. “I’ve got time. But you two? Your boys are already making moves. You better be ready for what’s coming.”

The hallways of the criminal law department buzz with the usual post-lecture chatter as you and Rose step out of the classroom. The air feels heavy with the scent of old books and faint traces of someone’s too-strong cologne. You tug at the hem of your cropped lace-trim camisole, the pink and black leather racer jacket you’re wearing fitting snugly over your shoulders. Your messy bun is starting to come loose, strands of cherry-red hair brushing against your face as you adjust the strap of your bag.

“God, that lecture felt like it lasted ten fucking years,” Rose mutters, her voice tinged with exhaustion as she shifts her black leather jacket. She’s dressed in black baggy jeans, a white crop top, and chunky boots, her dark hair twisted into two neat buns that frame her face.

“Seriously,” you agree as you glance at her. “If Professor Kim said the words ‘precedent’ or ‘jurisprudence’ one more time, I think my brain would’ve shut down.”

Rose snorts, nudging you playfully. “You’re too polite to say it, but you were zoning out just as much as I was.”

You smile, your laugh blending with the bustling sounds of students moving through the hall. The two of you walk side by side, the weight of textbooks and notes pulling at your bags, when a loud voice rings out from down the corridor.

“Sleeping Beauty!”

You and Rose stop in your tracks, turning toward the sound. Down the hallway, Jisung and Hyunjin are approaching, their confident strides and undeniable presence turning more than a few heads. Jisung’s hair is tousled in that perfectly messy way that looks both effortless and intentional, his tattoos peeking out from under a fitted black shirt, his ripped jeans and combat boots giving him an edge that matches his cocky grin.

Hyunjin, on the other hand, looks ethereal. His black hair falls in loose waves around his sharp features, his long coat flowing slightly behind him as he walks. He looks like he’s stepped out of a magazine, his striking confidence tempered with a touch of artistry in the way he moves.

Jisung reaches you first, stopping just a step too close for comfort but it’s not uncomfortable. It’s electric. “This is for you,” he says, holding out a single pink rose. The petals shimmer faintly under the fluorescent lights, and you realize it’s fake.

You blink, momentarily stunned, and he winks at you. “Plastic doesn’t die,” he says, his tone teasing but soft. “Like my charm.”

Your cheeks heat up, but you manage a quiet, “Thank you,” as you take the rose.

Hyunjin, meanwhile, turns to Rose with a small, knowing smile. “And this is for you.” He hands her a white rose, the elegant simplicity of it mirroring the way he carries himself. “Something as timeless as you.”

Rose’s jaw drops slightly, but before she can respond, both boys turn on their heels, walking away with matching smirks.

“Did that just fucking happen?” Rose asks, still staring after them.

You look at the rose in your hand, the faint blush in your cheeks deepening. “I… think so?”

The two of you turn to look at each other, wide-eyed, before bursting into laughter. Without a word, you lift your hands for a high five, the sharp clap echoing down the hall as your giggles fill the space.

Rose, still grinning, tucks the white rose into one of her buns, the delicate petals standing out against her dark hair. “It suits me, doesn’t it?” she asks, posing dramatically.

“Perfectly,” you reply with a smile, sliding the pink rose into your messy bun, securing it in place. “How do I look?”

“Adorable, as always,” Rose says, nudging your shoulder lightly.

As the two of you start walking again, Rose’s smile softens into something more thoughtful. “Maybe we really will have great love stories,” she muses. “I mean, did you see Hyunjin? He looked like a fucking dream.”

You chuckle quietly, glancing down at the rose in your hand before slipping it into your hair. “Jisung’s tattoos, I like a man with tattoos.”

Rose laughs, a mischievous glint in her eye. “Reckon Hyunjin will paint me? Either make me a portrait or paint my skin. I don’t mind either way.”

You laugh along with her, the sound light and carefree. “I wouldn’t be surprised if he offered. He seems the type to do something dramatic like that.”

Rose sighs dreamily, her expression wistful. “Well, if this is the start of a great love story, I’m not complaining.”

You nod, your smile soft. “Me neither.”

The two of you exit the building into the afternoon sun, the warmth on your skin mirroring the quiet excitement blooming in your chest. Whatever happens next, it feels like the start of something beautiful.

The sound of loud music and boisterous laughter fills the Alpha Phi frat house as the boys lounge in the living room. Empty snack wrappers and soda cans are scattered across the coffee table, and Changbin and Jeongin are locked in an intense game of Mario Kart on the big screen, shouting insults at each other with every near-miss.

“Jeongin, you little shit, stop spamming red shells!” Changbin yells, leaning forward on the couch like his life depends on it.

“It’s called strategy, old man,” Jeongin shoots back, grinning as his character zooms past Changbin’s on the final lap.

Jisung leans back in an armchair, shirtless as usual, a tattooed arm draped lazily over the armrest. “Binnie’s gonna cry again. Somebody get a tissue.”

“Fuck off, Sung,” Changbin grumbles, his eyes glued to the screen.

Before anyone can respond, there’s a knock at the door, sharp and deliberate. Chan, who’s been scrolling on his phone from the other couch, groans but gets up to answer it.

“What now?” he mutters, pulling the door open.

Standing there are Jennie, Jisoo, and Lisa, each of them dressed casually but exuding the kind of confidence that instantly commands attention. Jennie crosses her arms, a sly smile on her face as she looks up at Chan.

“We’re here to help your two boys woo our two girls,” she announces without preamble. “Y/N and Rose are watching some true crime doc and drinking wine, so we decided to come here.”

Chan blinks, momentarily taken aback, before stepping aside. “Uh, come in.”

Jennie strides in like she owns the place, Lisa and Jisoo following close behind. They make their way into the living room, where the boys look up from their various positions, confusion written all over their faces.

“Why the fuck are you here?” Hyunjin asks, raising an eyebrow as he adjusts his ponytail.

Jennie ignores him, pulling a folded piece of paper from her bag and holding it up like a declaration of war. “We have a plan. A carwash fundraiser for students with learning disabilities. Girls will be in bikini tops and shorts. Guys in just swimming trunks. Stereotypical as hell, but effective.”

“Wait, what?” Jisung sits up straighter, his eyebrows shooting up. “Why are we-?”

“Because,” Jennie interrupts, her tone sharp, “this is important to Y/N and Rose. Rose has dyscalculia, and Y/N has dyslexia. This fundraiser actually matters to them, so you two are going to be there.”

Jisung glances at Hyunjin, who nods without hesitation. “Of course, we’ll be there,” Hyunjin says simply, his tone resolute.

“Good,” Jennie smirks, satisfied, before tossing the flyer onto the coffee table.

The room falls silent for a moment as the boys process what’s happening, but Jennie isn’t done. “Actually, you’re all going to be there,” she says, her gaze sweeping the room. “Every single one of you.”

“Do we have a choice?” Seungmin asks dryly, not even looking up from his phone.

“Nope.” Jisoo grins, pulling a clipboard from behind her back and handing it to Chan. “Sign your names, boys.”

Chan sighs but takes the pen, scribbling his name at the top before passing it to Minho. “This better be worth it.”

“It will be,” Jennie says with certainty.

As the clipboard makes its way around the room, Lisa crosses her arms and leans against the wall. “Think sexy,” she says, her tone casual but firm. “Oil yourselves up or something. We need to make this fundraiser a success.”

Minho smirks as he scribbles his name down. Without missing a beat, he turns to Felix, who’s sitting beside him. “You gonna oil me up, Lix?”

Felix blinks rapidly, his freckles darkening as his cheeks flush bright red. He opens his mouth, but no words come out, and he looks like a fish gasping for air.

The room erupts in laughter, and Felix buries his face in his hands. “Minho, you’re the fucking worst.”

Minho grins, unfazed. “Love you too.”

Jennie clears her throat, cutting through the chaos. “Now, let’s talk about Theta Tau.”

Lisa rolls her eyes. “Those moronic, douchey frat boys think they have some kind of claim on us.”

Jennie’s gaze sharpens as she turns to Chan, her smile turning into a smirk. “Must be why you haven’t asked me on a date, Bang Chan.”

Chan’s jaw drops slightly, his confident demeanour faltering as he gapes at her. “I- What?”

The room goes silent for a beat before the boys start snickering. Jisung covers his mouth with his hand, but his eyes gleam with amusement. Jeongin outright cackles, earning a swat from Changbin.

“Shit, you’re whipped,” Minho says, his grin wicked.

Chan stammers, trying to find the words, but Jennie doesn’t wait for an answer. “You better figure it out,” she says, her tone teasing but firm. “The ball’s in your court.”

The rest of the meeting devolves into playful chaos as the Kappa Tau girls finalize their plans, leaving the Alpha Phi boys no choice but to follow along. The challenge has been set, and the stakes have never been higher.

The sun is merciless, beating down on the campus parking lot where a row of cars glint under its rays, each awaiting its turn to be scrubbed down. Early 2000s music pumps through portable speakers, adding a nostalgic rhythm to the chaotic scene. A faint scent of soapy water hangs in the air, mixing with the tang of sunscreen and the occasional whiff of hot asphalt.

Jisung adjusts the waistband of his black shorts, the only thing he’s wearing aside from his sneakers. His tattooed skin glistens faintly, a sheen of sweat already forming as he stands alongside the other Alpha Phi boys. The tattoo that spells rockstar snakes boldly down his ribs to his hip, catching the sunlight. Across his right pec, the word BLESSED is inked above a compass, while his falling Icarus tattoo stretches across his left thigh. His right leg is a patchwork of intricate designs, and the sword running down his spine, encircled by a dragon, is an attention-grabber for anyone passing by. The scorpion tattoo on his neck adds an edge that suits his cocky grin as he surveys the scene.

“Hot as balls out here,” Changbin mutters, wiping sweat from his brow. His shorts sit low on his hips, revealing his abs. “I’m sweating like I ran a fucking marathon.”

“Stop bitching,” Minho says, grinning as he elbows Changbin. “It’s for a good cause.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Jeongin chimes in, snapping the waistband of his own shorts. “Let’s just get this over with before we all melt.”

Jisung barely hears them, his attention snapping to a splash of pink and white near the centre of the lot. There you are, standing with Rose near a car dripping with suds, both of you laughing as you flick water at each other with the tips of your sponges. 

You’re wearing a pink bikini top tied behind your neck, the knot accentuating the curve of your shoulders, and white denim shorts that sit snugly on your hips. Your hair is pulled into a messy ponytail, a few loose strands sticking to your cheeks. When you turn slightly, Jisung catches sight of a tattoo at the base of your lower back, divine, written in elegant script. Above it, angel wing tattoos span your shoulder blades, the design subtle yet striking.

Jisung feels his chest tighten, the heat of the sun nothing compared to the warmth spreading through him as he watches you laugh. Rose, standing beside you in a black bikini top and ripped jean shorts, flicks water at your legs, and your high-pitched giggle sends his stomach into free fall.

“Yo, Sung,” Hyunjin says, nudging him out of his trance. “You’re staring.”

“Shut up,” Jisung mutters, a sheepish grin tugging at his lips.

Felix and Minho have already wandered off to tackle a car together, Felix’s freckled face glowing under the sun as he balances a bucket of soapy water. Jennie bounces over to Chan, her bright smile causing him to straighten up almost immediately. She gestures toward a car, and the two head off, falling into an easy rhythm as they start scrubbing.

“Looks like everyone’s pairing up,” Hyunjin says, his voice lilting as he glances at Rose and you. “Guess we better make ourselves useful.”

As if on cue, you and Rose wave them over, your smiles soft and inviting. Jisoo, standing near the speaker, grins mischievously as she changes the song to My House by 2PM. The sensual beat pulses through the air, and Jisung can’t help but smirk.

“Perfect timing,” he says, tugging at the strap of a nearby bucket as he and Hyunjin head your way.

Rose points to a car beside her, her voice teasing but sweet. “Think you two can handle this one?”

“Easily,” Hyunjin replies, grabbing a sponge with a dramatic flourish. “Watch and learn, ladies.”

You laugh softly, shaking your head as you hand Jisung a hose. “Try not to flood the parking lot.”

“No promises,” Jisung says, taking it from you with a wink. His fingers brush yours briefly, and the contact sends a spark up his arm. He busies himself with the hose, aiming a spray of water at the car as you and Rose start scrubbing the windows.

Hyunjin crouches beside Rose, dunking his sponge into the bucket with a flourish before smearing suds dramatically across the side of the car. “I call this my masterpiece,” he declares, his voice dripping with faux seriousness.

Rose giggles, flicking water at him. “Your masterpiece looks like a toddler went crazy with finger paint.”

Jisung glances at you as you scrub the hood of the car, your movements slow and deliberate. The curve of your back as you reach forward exposes the intricate detail of your angel wing tattoos, and he swallows hard, trying to focus on his task.

“So, Sleeping Beauty,” he says, his tone casual but his grin mischievous. “When do I get my happily ever after?”

You glance up at him, your eyes bright with amusement. “That depends. Are you planning on falling asleep for a hundred years first?”

Hyunjin cackles from the other side of the car. “She got you there, Sung.”

Jisung chuckles, shaking his head. “Fair enough.” He tilts the hose slightly, spraying a light mist toward you, and you let out a soft squeal as the water splashes your legs.

“Hey!” you protest, though your voice is more laughter than anger.

“Just keeping you cool,” Jisung says with a smirk.

As the hours tick by, the heat of the sun bears down, softened only by the tangy-sweet cocktails Lisa mixes at her makeshift bar. You and Jisung stand by the next car in line, sipping drinks from plastic cups with colourful straws. Yours is a strawberry daiquiri, bright pink and refreshingly cold, while Jisung’s lime-green mojito matches the mischievous glint in his eye.

“I gotta say,” Jisung says, leaning casually against the car as he takes another sip, “Lisa might be onto something with these. Who knew cocktails and car washes went together so well?”

You laugh softly, wiping suds off your arm with a wet sponge. “Leave it to her to make everything feel like a party.”

The next car rolls in, a rusty sedan driven by an older man with a salt-and-pepper moustache and a questionable smirk. He rolls down the window as he pulls up, his eyes lingering on you a second too long.

“Well, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes,” the man drawls, his tone sleazy. “Bet you make more tips than the other girls, sweetheart.”

Your smile falters slightly, but you recover quickly, brushing it off as you move toward the car. Jisung, however, freezes mid-sip, his dark eyes narrowing as the muscles in his jaw tighten.

“Don’t worry, sir,” you say gently, your voice soft but steady. “We’ll have your car spotless in no time.”

Jisung doesn’t respond immediately. Instead, he picks up the hose, his grip firm as his thumb hovers over the nozzle. The man’s grin widens as he leans out of the window, his gaze still fixed on you.

“Hey,” Jisung says suddenly, his voice smooth but loud enough to cut through the awkward tension. “You’re parked a little close to the line. Mind adjusting?”

The man leans back slightly. “Oh, yeah? Didn’t notice-”

Before he can finish, Jisung accidentally squeezes the nozzle, sending a powerful stream of water directly into the man’s face.

“Oh shit!” Jisung exclaims, his voice filled with faux panic. “I’m so sorry! Didn’t mean to-”

The man sputters, waving his hands in front of his face as the water sprays relentlessly. “Hey! Watch where you’re aiming that thing!”

“Crap, sorry!” Jisung repeats, though there’s no real urgency in his tone. If anything, his smirk is barely concealed as he adjusts his grip to send another, even stronger burst of water into the man’s face. “Must be something wrong with the hose- Ah, shit, it’s stuck!”

“Cut it out, kid!” the man huffs, wiping water from his moustache.

“Sorry, sir!” Jisung shouts, still trying to turn the hose off as he casually ups the pressure. The stream grows stronger, soaking the man’s shirt and the inside of the car door.

The commotion draws attention, and Jennie approaches with a raised eyebrow, her hands on her hips. “What’s going on here?”

The man gestures angrily, water dripping from his face and clothes. “This idiot’s hosing me down! I came for a car wash, not a goddamn shower!”

Jennie doesn’t miss a beat, her expression cool and professional despite the absurdity of the situation. “Sorry about that, sir. These hoses are college property. Government-funded, you know how it is. Sometimes they’re a bit temperamental.”

The man’s jaw drops, clearly not expecting her to brush it off so casually. “What kind of operation are you running here?!”

Jennie shrugs, tilting her head slightly. “One that raises a lot of money for good causes. But I can see you’re having a tough time. If you’d like to leave, feel free.”

The man splutters, caught between indignation and disbelief. “Unbelievable,” he mutters, rolling up the window as he starts the engine. The car jerks forward, sputtering soap suds as it disappears down the line.

Once he’s gone, Jennie turns to Jisung with a pointed look. “You’re lucky I like you.”

Jisung grins, twirling the hose dramatically before setting it back down. “I was just defending her honour. Can’t blame me for being chivalrous.”

Jennie snorts. “Chivalry, my ass.” She glances at you, her expression softening. “You okay?”

“I’m fine. Thanks, Jennie.”

“Anytime,” she says before walking off, muttering something about “men being idiots” under her breath.

As the tension eases, Jisung turns to you, his smirk softening into something more genuine. “You good, Sleeping Beauty?”

You look at him, the sunlight catching the sharp edges of his tattoos and the mischievous gleam in his dark eyes. “I’m fine,” you say, your voice quiet but steady. “Thank you.”

“Anytime,” Jisung replies, echoing Jennie’s words with a wink. “Now, let’s get this next car cleaned before I scare off all our customers.”

The sun blazes overhead, relentless and unforgiving, and Jisung is feeling every degree of the heat. He stands near a car, fanning his face dramatically with one hand. “Holy shit, I’m actually melting,” he complains to no one in particular, his bare chest glistening under the sunlight. His tattoos seem to shimmer, the inked rockstar on his ribs drawing attention as it stretches with his every breath. The scorpion on his neck gleams faintly, almost as if it’s alive.

You glance over at him from where you’re rinsing a sponge, a playful idea sparking in your mind. The bucket of clean water at your feet suddenly looks less like a tool and more like an opportunity. Biting your lip to hold back a giggle, you lift the bucket carefully, tiptoeing toward him.

Jisung continues fanning himself, muttering something about needing a fucking ice bath, completely oblivious to your approach. When you’re close enough, you tip the bucket forward, the cool water cascading over his head and shoulders with a loud splash.

“What the fuck?!” Jisung yells, spinning around to face you, his hair dripping and plastered to his forehead. Water trickles down his torso, accentuating the curve of his tattoos as his eyes widen in disbelief.

You’re already backing up, laughing uncontrollably as you clutch the now-empty bucket. “You looked hot,” you tease, your voice light and sweet despite the chaos you’ve just unleashed. “Thought I’d help cool you down.”

“Oh, you’re dead,” Jisung says, dropping the fan act entirely as he grabs the nearby hose. The grin spreading across his face is equal parts playful and dangerous.

“No, no, no!” you squeal, turning on your heel and sprinting toward the nearest car for cover.

Jisung doesn’t hesitate. The hose comes to life in his hands, spraying a sharp stream of water as he chases after you. “Get back here, Sleeping Beauty!” he shouts, laughing as you duck behind the car.

Your giggles echo in the lot as you peek out from the other side of the car, your messy ponytail swaying with the movement. “You wouldn’t dare!”

“Wouldn’t I?” Jisung counters, narrowing his eyes before aiming the hose directly at you. The water arcs through the air, catching you squarely on the side. You shriek, dashing out from behind the car in an attempt to dodge the stream.

The commotion draws attention. Rose and Hyunjin, who’ve been quietly chatting while washing a car nearby, look up just as Jisung’s spray hits you again. Rose smirks, grabbing her own sponge soaked in water, and flings it directly at Hyunjin, hitting him in the chest.

“Oh, it’s on,” Hyunjin growls, scooping up a bucket of sudsy water and launching it at her.

“What the fuck, Hyun?!” Rose yells, laughing as she gets drenched.

Jennie, who’s been working with Chan on the other side of the lot, notices the growing chaos. “Oh, hell no,” she mutters before grabbing a bucket of her own and tossing the contents in Chan’s direction.

Chan sputters, shaking water out of his blue hair before locking eyes with Jennie. His smirk is slow and deliberate. “You asked for it,” he says, lunging for the hose near his feet.

Within moments, the entire lot devolves into an all-out water fight. Lisa and Jisoo team up, grabbing buckets and sponges to take on Changbin, Felix, Minho, and Seungmin, who retaliate with hoses and cups of water. Shouts, laughter, and splashes echo through the parking lot, creating a scene of pure, unfiltered chaos.

But amid the frenzy, you and Jisung remain locked in your own battle. He corners you near the speaker, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he raises the hose. You hold up your hands, laughing breathlessly. “Truce?”

“Truce?” Jisung repeats, arching a brow. “Do I look like the kind of guy who plays fair?”

Before you can respond, he sprays a gentle mist of water over you, the droplets catching the sunlight like tiny diamonds. You laugh, brushing the water off your face as you step closer, your playful smile disarming him completely.

“You’re relentless,” you say, shaking your head.

“Only when it comes to you,” Jisung replies, his voice lower, the playful edge softening into something warmer.

Nearby, Hyunjin and Rose are in their own world, oblivious to the chaos around them. Hyunjin has ditched his sponge entirely, opting to pour bucket after bucket of water over Rose, who retaliates by flicking soap suds at his face. They’re both laughing so hard they can barely stand upright.

“Are you trying to drown me?” Rose yells, gasping for breath between giggles.

“Maybe,” Hyunjin teases, grinning as he pushes his wet hair out of his face. “But you’re too pretty to stay mad at me.”

Rose’s laughter falters for a moment, a faint blush coloring her cheeks before she grabs another sponge and flings it at him.

On the other side of the lot, Jennie and Chan have abandoned any pretense of cleaning. Jennie has somehow wrestled the hose away from him and is now gleefully spraying his chest as he tries to dodge. “This is revenge for all the shit you’ve given me, Bang Chan!” she shouts, laughing.

Chan finally grabs the hose, tugging it away from her with a triumphant grin. “Yeah? Well, let’s see how you like it!” He sprays a light stream toward her, but instead of running, Jennie steps forward, meeting his gaze with a smirk.

“Is that all you’ve got?” she taunts, crossing her arms despite the water dripping from her.

Chan hesitates for a second, his grin faltering as he takes in her challenging stare. “Maybe I’m going easy on you.”

“Don’t bother,” Jennie replies, her smirk widening.

Back in your corner of the chaos, Jisung finally lowers the hose, stepping closer until he’s standing just a foot away. “You having fun?” he asks, his voice soft but teasing.

You nod, brushing wet strands of hair out of your face. “More than I expected,” you admit, your quiet tone laced with warmth.

Jisung’s grin softens, his dark eyes scanning your face before locking onto yours. “Good. Because I’m not done with you yet.”

Before you can ask what he means, he turns the hose back on, spraying a gentle arc over your head as your laughter rings out, blending perfectly with the chaos of the day.

The sun filters through the trees lining the campus path, casting dappled patterns of light on the pavement as you make your way to the library. The pink cherry-patterned mini dress you’re wearing sways lightly with each step, your light pink wedges clicking softly against the concrete. Your hair is half-up, a small bun perched on the crown of your head, and the cherries drawn in red eyeliner on your eyelids complement the delicate pink of your eye makeup. You clutch a small stack of books to your chest, the clear gloss on your lips catching the light as you hum softly to yourself.

You’re almost at the library steps when a voice cuts through the quiet bustle of campus. “Hey, sweetheart.”

You stop short as an arm drapes across your shoulders. Instinctively, your shoulders scrunch up, the weight of the unexpected contact making you tense. You clutch your books tighter to your chest, your pulse quickening as the unfamiliar Theta Tau guy leans in, his smirk a little too wide and his cologne a little too strong.

“I hear you’ve been hanging around with that walking coloring book,” he drawls, his tone mockingly casual. “What’s his name again? The Alpha Phi guy?”

You glance at him, your soft eyes darting nervously. “Jisung,” you say quietly, though your voice is barely above a whisper. “His name is Jisung.”

“Right, right,” the Theta sneers, his grip tightening slightly as he steers you closer to him. “Guy looks like a fucking graffiti wall. What’s he got that I don’t?”

Before you can respond, a sharp whistle pierces the air. The Theta’s head snaps up, and you turn your gaze over your shoulder. Jisung is walking toward you, the sun catching on the ink that decorates his legs and arms. He’s wearing a black vest tucked into black shorts, his sneakers scuffing softly against the path as he strolls. A cigarette dangles lazily between his lips, a thin stream of smoke curling upward. His dark eyes lock onto yours, sharp and unreadable, but there’s a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

“Hey, Y/N!” Jisung calls out, his voice light and warm, but there’s an edge of something dangerous underneath. “Ready to go?”

You seize the lifeline he’s thrown, nodding quickly as you glance up at the Theta still hanging onto your shoulders. “Sorry,” you murmur, stepping out from under his arm. “I have plans.”

The Theta scowls, his sneer deepening as he looks Jisung up and down. “Back off, Alpha Phi.”

Jisung hums, taking a long drag of his cigarette as he reaches you. He slings his arm around your shoulders with casual ease, his fingers brushing lightly against your exposed skin. You lean into him instinctively, your small frame fitting comfortably against his side.

“Move on, Theta,” Jisung says, exhaling a cloud of smoke that drifts lazily between them. His voice is calm, but his dark eyes hold a warning.

The Theta scoffs, his expression twisting into something ugly. “Is that a threat?”

Jisung’s smirk widens, his sharp canines flashing as he pulls the cigarette from his lips. “Yeah,” he says, his voice dipping lower, the word drawn out deliberately. “It is.”

The tension thickens, the quiet hum of campus life fading into the background as the two men stare each other down. You grip the edge of your books tightly, your heart pounding as you glance nervously between them.

The Theta Tau guy sneers, his hands clenching at his sides. “You think you’re tough shit, huh? Just ‘cause you’ve got some fucking tattoos?”

Jisung laughs, the sound light and almost friendly, but his grin never reaches his eyes. He leans forward slightly, his tone dropping to something darker. “I think you should walk away before I make you move. And trust me, it won’t be pretty.”

The Theta’s jaw twitches, but the look in Jisung’s eyes gives him pause. He steps back, raising his hands in mock surrender. “Whatever, man,” he mutters, glaring at you briefly before turning to leave. “Enjoy your little date.”

Jisung waits until the Theta is out of earshot before taking another drag of his cigarette, his smirk softening as he turns to you. “You okay?”

You nod, your voice quiet but steady. “Thank you, Jisung.”

“Anytime, Sleeping Beauty,” he says, his grin widening as he flicks the ash from his cigarette. “Now, come on. I wasn’t lying about those plans. Let’s get out of here before another asshole shows up.”

The library is quiet, save for the soft rustling of pages and the occasional clack of a keyboard. You and Jisung settle into a table in the back corner, away from prying eyes and the sporadic chatter of other students. The afternoon sun filters through the large windows, casting warm patches of light over the dark wooden furniture. You pull out your thick book on criminal case law in South Korea and set it on the table with a quiet thud. Next to it, you place a sleek purple cover for pages, carefully aligning it as you open the text.

Jisung watches you with mild curiosity, his tattooed arms resting lazily on the table. He’s leaned back in his chair, legs stretched out under the table, his black vest taut against his chest. “What’s that for?” he asks, nodding toward the purple overlay.

“It helps with my dyslexia,” you explain softly, smoothing the edges of the page. “The colour makes it easier for me to read without the letters swimming around.”

Jisung whistles lowly, leaning forward now, his arms folding on the table as he peers at the book. “That’s intense. What’re you studying?”

You glance up at him briefly, your lips curving into a small smile. “I have a pop quiz coming up on mens rea and actus reus in specific landmark cases involving sexual offences, murder, and assaults.”

Jisung’s brows raise, his expression caught somewhere between impressed and horrified. “Holy shit, princess. That’s heavy.”

The nickname makes your cheeks warm slightly, but you duck your head back toward your book. “It’s part of the curriculum,” you say quietly. “I need to know it.”

“Do you want me to quiz you?” he offers, his tone casual but curious.

You blink at him, surprised. “You wouldn’t mind?”

Jisung smirks, leaning back again and tipping his chair onto two legs. “I don’t do shit I don’t want to, princess.”

The nickname catches you off guard again, and you tilt your head at him. “Princess?”

He shrugs, his grin widening. “When I met you, you were dressed as one. It fits.”

Your lips twitch into a smile, and you nod toward the book. “Alright, go ahead. Just… don’t make it too easy.”

“Oh, I wasn’t planning on it.” Jisung cracks his knuckles dramatically before flipping through the book, his sharp eyes scanning the dense text. He finds a section with case law summaries and leans closer, tapping one with his finger. “Alright, let’s start with this: What was the mens rea in the case of the 2003 Gwangju arson-murder incident?”

You bite your lip, thinking. “That case… the mens rea was established as intent to kill, right? The prosecution argued that the act of starting the fire directly demonstrated intent.”

“Ding ding ding,” Jisung says, grinning. “One for one. Alright, next.” He flips a few more pages, clearly enjoying himself. “Here’s a tricky one. The 1998 Seoul assault case, what was the actus reus?”

You frown, your fingers tracing the edge of the table. “That was… the act of hitting the victim with a blunt object. It was categorized as deliberate physical harm.”

“Fuck yeah, it was,” Jisung says, leaning back with a satisfied nod. “You’re a fucking genius.”

You laugh softly, shaking your head. “Hardly. I just read a lot.”

“Whatever you say, princess,” Jisung replies, his grin never wavering as he continues flipping through the book. He deliberately picks out the most obscure cases, challenging you with increasingly difficult questions, but you manage to hold your own, surprising both yourself and him.

After a while, he closes the book with a soft thud and leans forward on the table, resting his chin on his tattooed forearms. “Hey,” he says casually, his voice dropping slightly. “Wanna go to Lotte World with me next week?”

You blink, caught off guard by the sudden change in tone. “Like… a date?”

“Yeah,” he says easily, his smirk softening into something more genuine. “Theme park, lots of rides, obnoxiously expensive snacks. We can get the train straight there.”

Your heart skips a beat, and you glance down at the book, pretending to study the cover as you gather your thoughts. “I… sure,” you say finally, your voice barely above a whisper. “That sounds nice.”

Jisung’s grin widens, and he straightens up, leaning back in his chair again. “Good. It’s a date, then.”

You look up at him, your quiet smile returning. “It’s a date.”

The moment lingers, warm and unspoken, before Jisung picks up the book again, tapping the cover playfully. “But first, let’s make sure you ace that quiz, princess.”

You laugh softly, the weight of the day lifting as the two of you settle back into studying. The world outside fades, the quiet camaraderie between you and Jisung making the library feel like a sanctuary, a place where something new and exciting is beginning to unfold.

The Alpha Phi living room is a scene of organized chaos. Empty soda cans and crumpled snack wrappers litter the coffee table, and the faint smell of pizza from last night still lingers in the air. The guys are sprawled across mismatched furniture, the summer heat making the space feel even more cramped despite the humming ceiling fan above.

Jisung sits in the corner of the couch, one leg draped over the armrest, a smug grin plastered across his face. He’s only wearing a pair of neon green shorts, an unfortunate choice, but he hasn’t gotten around to doing laundry. His arms, covered in vibrant sleeves, are propped behind his head as he lounges like he owns the place.

“Alright,” Chan says, clapping his hands together as he leans forward from his seat in the armchair. His short blue hair is damp from a quick shower, and his sleeveless hoodie leaves his muscular arms on full display. “Let’s get this shit started. Progress reports, boys. Hyunjin, you’re up first.”

Hyunjin sighs dramatically, leaning back on the chaise and tossing his black hair over his shoulder with theatrical flair. “Me and Rose are a work in progress,” he says, his tone both exasperated and smug. “She’s warming up to me, though. I mean, how could she not? I’m fucking irresistible.”

“You’re fucking insufferable,” Changbin mutters from his spot on the beanbag chair, earning a chorus of laughter from the others.

Hyunjin ignores him, a small smirk tugging at his lips. “But yeah, I’m playing the long game. Slow and steady wins the race.”

“Sure it does, Romeo,” Seungmin deadpans, barely looking up from his phone.

“Alright, alright,” Chan says, raising a hand to silence the banter. “Let’s hear it, Jisung. What’s the deal with Sleeping Beauty?”

Jisung’s grin widens, and he shifts in his seat, leaning forward slightly. “Let me tell you, boys, I’m fucking killing it,” he starts, his tone full of confidence. “I helped Y/N study for her pop quiz, mens rea and actus reus, all that legal shit. We spent hours together, and I didn’t even mess with her once.”

“That’s a miracle,” Felix pipes up from the floor, where he’s lying on his stomach, his chin propped on his hands. “You not messing with someone? Did hell freeze over?”

“Shut the fuck up, Lix,” Jisung says, flicking a crumpled napkin in his direction. “Anyway, I’m building the groundwork, you know? Laying a solid fucking foundation. And get this, we’re going on a date to Lotte World next week.”

Changbin sits up abruptly, his eyes wide. “No fucking way. You got her to agree to a date?”

“Hell yeah, I did,” Jisung replies, holding out his hand for a high five. Changbin slaps his palm with a grin, the sound echoing through the room.

“Alright, Mr. Disney Prince,” Jeongin says, his tone dripping with sarcasm. “What’s your plan for Lotte World? Gonna serenade her on the Ferris wheel or something?”

“Jeongin, shut the fuck up before I turn your face into a punching bag,” Jisung shoots back, though his grin never wavers. “I’ve got it under control. Trust the process.”

Chan clears his throat, drawing the room’s attention back to him. “Not to flex or anything,” he starts, though his shit-eating grin suggests otherwise, “but I fucked Jennie after the car wash.”

The room erupts into chaos. Felix drops his head into his hands, cackling, while Changbin nearly chokes on his soda. Hyunjin lets out a loud, theatrical gasp, clutching his chest like he’s been mortally wounded.

“No fucking way,” Minho says, his eyebrows shooting up. “You’re telling me the president of Alpha Phi finally got his shit together?”

“Not only that,” Chan continues, his grin widening, “but we’re going out for dinner tomorrow. So, yeah, things are looking pretty fucking good.”

Hyunjin claps slowly, the sound dripping with mockery. “Look at you, Bang Chan. Finally living up to all those muscles.”

“Better late than never,” Seungmin mutters, still scrolling on his phone.

“Alright, alright,” Chan says, waving them off, though his smugness is impossible to ignore. “Let’s not make this about me. Jisung, Hyunjin, sounds like you two are on the right track. Keep it up.”

Jisung leans back again, stretching his arms over the back of the couch. “Don’t worry, Captain. We’ve got this shit locked down.”

The air is alive with laughter, the hum of roller coasters, and the sugary aroma of cotton candy wafting through Lotte World. The vibrant colours of the park shimmer under the bright afternoon sun, and you can’t help but feel a little giddy as you walk beside Jisung. The two of you weave through the crowds, the sounds of children squealing with delight blending with the faint music playing from the park speakers.

Jisung is a striking contrast to the whimsical surroundings, dressed entirely in black. His cargo shorts and fitted vest top show off his tattoos, the falling Icarus on his left thigh catching the light as he moves. His scorpion neck tattoo peeks out just above the neckline, and his sunglasses sit low on his nose, giving him an effortlessly cool demeanour.

You, in your light blue cropped camisole and white denim shorts, feel like a pastel-coloured foil to his dark, edgy look. Your angel wing tattoos are visible on your shoulder blades, and the cursive DIVINE inked on your lower back peeks out slightly when you adjust your messy ponytail.

“We have to go on the log flume, right?” Jisung asks, breaking the comfortable silence as he glances over at you.

You nod, smiling softly. “It’s a classic.”

“Exactly,” Jisung says, grinning as he grabs your hand. His fingers are warm, his grip firm but not overbearing, and he tugs you gently in the direction of the ride. “Come on, let’s do it before the line gets insane.”

The warmth of his hand in yours sends a subtle jolt through your chest, but you follow him without hesitation, letting him lead you through the maze of attractions. The line for the log flume is shorter than expected, and soon you’re climbing into one of the wooden boats together, the faint scent of chlorine and wet wood filling the air.

Jisung slides in beside you, his arm immediately draping across the back of your seat. His closeness is impossible to ignore, his tattooed arm brushing lightly against your shoulders, the faint scent of his cologne mingling with the water droplets clinging to the boat’s sides.

“You good?” he asks, his voice low but casual as he adjusts his sunglasses, glancing sideways at you.

You nod, your lips curving into a small smile. “Yeah. This’ll be fun.”

The boat begins to move, the gentle rocking of the water beneath it setting the rhythm for the ride. The cool breeze that sweeps through the air feels refreshing against your skin as the boat glides past the animatronic scenes that line the route. Jisung keeps his arm where it is, his fingertips occasionally brushing against your shoulder as the two of you take in the surroundings.

When the first small drop approaches, Jisung leans closer, a playful grin on his face. “You scared of getting wet?”

You glance at him, shaking your head. “Not really. Are you?”

“Please,” he scoffs, smirking. “I live for this shit.”

The boat tips over the edge, and you let out a soft squeal as the water splashes up, misting your face and dampening the ends of your hair. Jisung laughs beside you, his arm tightening slightly around your shoulders to steady you as the boat levels out.

“Not bad,” he says, his grin widening as he glances down at you. “You good?”

You nod, brushing a few droplets off your face with the back of your hand. “I told you, I’m not scared.”

“Fair enough,” Jisung replies, his tone teasing but warm. “Guess you’re braver than I thought, princess.”

The nickname makes your cheeks heat slightly, but you don’t say anything, focusing instead on the ride as the next incline comes into view. Jisung’s arm remains around you, his casual confidence somehow grounding despite the lighthearted chaos of the moment.

As the boat begins its ascent toward the biggest drop, Jisung leans closer, his voice low enough that only you can hear. “Alright, Sleeping Beauty. Last chance to bail.”

You laugh softly, shaking your head. “I’m not going anywhere.”

Jisung chuckles, his grin almost triumphant as the boat crests the top of the hill. The drop comes fast and exhilarating, the water spraying up in a cascade of cool droplets that soak both of you. You let out a startled laugh, clutching the edge of the seat as Jisung’s laughter rings out beside you.

When the boat finally slows and the ride comes to an end, you’re both damp and breathless, the adrenaline still buzzing in your veins. Jisung pushes his sunglasses up onto his head, his dark eyes sparkling with amusement as he looks at you.

“Not bad, princess,” he says, his grin widening. “You survived.”

“Barely,” you reply, your voice soft but teasing.

Jisung laughs, his arm slipping from your shoulders as the boat comes to a stop. He steps out first, offering his hand to help you out. You take it, your fingers brushing against his, and for a moment, the rest of the park fades away.

As the two of you walk away from the ride, your clothes damp and your spirits high, Jisung glances at you, his smirk softening into something more genuine. “What’s next?”

You glance around the park, a quiet warmth blooming in your chest as you realize there’s nowhere else you’d rather be. “Whatever you want,” you say simply, your smile matching his.

Laughter echoes between you and Jisung as you stumble into the photobooth together, the curtain swishing closed behind you. The dampness from the log flume ride clings to your clothes, making the enclosed space feel slightly cooler than the blazing sun outside. The booth is cramped, forcing you to sit closer than you expected, your knees brushing against his.

“Alright, princess,” Jisung says, leaning over to press the buttons on the screen. His tattoos flex with the movement, and he flashes you a cheeky grin. “We’ve got five shots. Better make them count.”

The countdown begins, the screen flashing a giant “3… 2… 1.”

For the first photo, you both grab a pair of oversized sunglasses from the prop bin. You stand back to back, arms crossed dramatically as you point finger guns at the camera. Jisung’s grin is wide and mischievous as he tips his head slightly, the scorpion tattoo on his neck peeking out under his black sunglasses.

“Looking like a fucking action hero,” Jisung quips as the flash goes off.

“You mean a fucking cartoon,” you counter, giggling as you turn to face him.

The screen counts down again for the second shot, and this time, you’re mid-laugh. Jisung has just finished telling you about Changbin farting during a deadlift at the gym.

“It was so bad,” Jisung says, barely holding back his own laughter. “Felix almost puked. Minho ran out of the room. Chan legit said, ‘Fuck this,’ and walked away. I thought I was gonna die.”

You’re laughing so hard your shoulders shake, your messy ponytail bouncing as you clutch your stomach. The camera catches the moment perfectly, your head tilted back, eyes scrunched in genuine delight, while Jisung leans forward, laughing along with you.

“Jesus Christ,” you manage to say through your giggles, wiping at your eyes. “That’s disgusting.”

“Changbin’s ass is a fucking weapon of mass destruction,” Jisung agrees, grinning.

For the third photo, you decide to up the chaos. Jisung sticks out his tongue and crosses his eyes, while you puff out your cheeks and pull at your ponytail, making your hair look even messier. The flash goes off just as you both start laughing at each other’s ridiculous faces.

“Holy shit, we’re gonna look insane,” you say, catching your breath.

“That’s the point,” Jisung replies, his grin wide and unbothered. “It’s art.”

The fourth photo catches you mid-laugh again, this time at Jisung’s story about Hyunjin ripping his pants at a party.

“It wasn’t just a tear,” Jisung says, his voice animated as he gestures wildly. “Dude bent over to pick up his phone, and the entire ass seam exploded. Like, gone. Everyone saw his SpongeBob boxers.”

You’re practically wheezing, your hand covering your mouth as you try to suppress your laughter. The flash goes off again, but this time Jisung doesn’t even look at the camera. He’s watching you, a small smile playing on his lips as he takes in the way your laughter lights up your face.

For the fifth and final shot, the countdown begins again, and the laughter subsides into a quiet, lingering warmth. Jisung looks at you, his eyes softer now, the playful edge replaced by something deeper.

Before you can ask what’s on his mind, he leans in. His hand comes up to cup your face gently, his thumb brushing lightly against your cheek. His lips meet yours, warm and sure, the kiss sweet but charged with an undeniable spark.

The flash goes off, capturing the moment perfectly. You’re too caught up in the kiss to care, your heart pounding as the world outside the booth fades away.

When he pulls back, his grin returns, a little smug but mostly pleased. “Had to make the last one memorable,” he says, his voice low and slightly breathless.

You blink at him, your cheeks warm as you nod. “You… definitely did.”

Jisung chuckles, reaching for the screen to pay for two copies of the photo strip. When they print, he hands you one with a flourish. “For your scrapbook or whatever,” he says, tucking the other strip into the back of his phone case. “And this one’s mine. Gotta preserve the evidence of how hot we look.”

You laugh softly, your fingers brushing against the glossy photos. “Thanks, Jisung.”

“Anytime, princess,” he replies, pushing the curtain aside and gesturing for you to follow him. As the two of you step back into the sunlight, the photo strip in your hand feels heavier than it should—like it holds more than just images but the start of something real.

The Alpha Phi frat house is already buzzing with noise when you and Jisung arrive. Laughter and loud voices carry through the open windows, and the faint smell of someone’s late-night cooking mingles with the ever-present scent of whatever questionable air freshener they’ve been using.

Jisung pushes the door open, gesturing for you to step in first. “Welcome to the madhouse,” he says, smirking as he steps in behind you.

The living room is packed. Chan is perched on the arm of a couch, his arms crossed and an expectant grin on his face. Minho and Felix are sprawled on the cushions, Felix holding a bowl of popcorn while Minho sips from a soda can. Changbin is on the floor leaning against the coffee table, and Jeongin and Seungmin are in the corner playing cards. Hyunjin is sprawled dramatically on the chaise, his hair messily tied back.

“Finally!” Chan exclaims as soon as he spots you two. “Took you long enough.”

“Fucking hell, we were about to send a search party,” Changbin adds, tossing a crumpled wrapper at Jisung, who easily dodges it.

Jisung doesn’t respond right away. Instead, he casually pulls his phone from his pocket, holding it up so the clear case reveals the strip of photobooth pictures tucked neatly inside. The black border around the photos makes the images pop, each one filled with laughter, ridiculous faces, and, of course, that final kiss.

The room erupts into chaos.

“No fucking way,” Felix exclaims, dropping the popcorn bowl in his lap as he leans forward. “That’s so cute!”

Minho glances at the photos, his lips quirking into a sly grin. “So, that’s how I win you over, huh, Lix?” he says, his voice dripping with mock seriousness. “Just take you to a photobooth?”

Felix flushes immediately, his freckles standing out against his red cheeks. “Shut up, Minho!” he sputters, smacking him lightly on the arm.

Jisung smirks, sliding his phone back into his pocket. “Yeah, yeah, laugh it up, assholes. You’re just jealous.”

“I mean, a little,” Jeongin pipes up from the corner, his tone teasing. “You got a whole-ass date at Lotte World, and I’m stuck here losing to Seungmin at cards.”

“Get good, loser,” Seungmin retorts, barely glancing up.

Hyunjin suddenly sits up, leaning forward with a mischievous grin. “Alright, Y/N,” he says, pointing a finger at you. “Your turn. How do I win over Rose? Spill.”

You blink, surprised at being put on the spot. “Food,” you say after a moment, your lips curving into a small smile. “She’s from New Zealand, so anything that reminds her of home would mean a lot. She also mentioned wanting a portrait… either of her or something you paint for her.”

Hyunjin’s eyes light up, and he dramatically presses a hand to his chest. “Y/N, I love you,” he declares, jumping to his feet. “You’re a genius. A fucking genius!” Without another word, he bolts up the stairs, presumably to start planning his grand gesture.

Changbin chuckles, shaking his head. “It’s kinda crazy when you think about it,” he says, leaning back against the table. “This whole fucking romance train started with that disco pang pang ride.”

“Right?” Chan agrees, laughing. “That stupid ride caused absolute chaos. And now look, Jisung’s over here with photobooth kisses.”

“Fucking poetic,” Jeongin mutters, smirking.

Jisung waves them off with a dramatic eye roll. “Alright, losers, I’m done with this intervention. We’re going upstairs.”

“Wait,” Minho says, stopping him mid-step. He pulls something out of his pocket and hands it to you, a face mask in a sleek black packet. “You’re gonna need this.”

You blink at him, tilting your head. “Why?”

“Because,” Minho replies with a deadpan expression, “Jisung’s room is fucking disgusting. It’s a biohazard. This is for your safety.”

The room erupts into laughter, everyone nodding in agreement.

“Fuck off, my room isn’t that bad!” Jisung protests, but his grin gives him away.

“Bro, you live in a dumpster,” Felix says, still chuckling. “Let’s not pretend otherwise.”

You smile, accepting the face mask with a soft, “Thank you, Minho.”

Jisung groans dramatically, grabbing your hand and tugging you toward the stairs. “Don’t listen to them, princess. My room is fine. Let’s go.”

You and Jisung head upstairs, your footsteps echoing in the narrow hallway. Jisung’s hand is wrapped around yours, pulling you along as the sounds of the frat house’s chaos slowly fade behind you. The door to his room is ajar when you reach it, and he swings it open with a casual flick of his wrist, revealing the space inside.

“Alright, welcome to my humble abode,” Jisung says, stepping aside to let you in. “Don’t mind the mess.”

You raise an eyebrow as you step into his room. It’s not exactly what you were expecting. There’s a comfortable bed in the corner, a few scattered posters on the walls, but it’s the clutter that catches your attention. Piles of clothes in various states of cleanliness are stacked in one corner, and there’s a mess of gadgets, unopened boxes, and random knick-knacks littering his desk.

“It’s not dirty,” Jisung insists, closing the door behind you. “It’s just... I buy a lot of shit I never use.”

You can’t help but laugh quietly, shaking your head. “Yeah, I can see that.” You glance at him, catching a glimpse of a Star Wars figurine on the shelf, a couple of old video game consoles tucked under his desk, and what appears to be a half-used, brightly colored art set. “What is all this stuff, Jisung?”

Jisung shrugs nonchalantly, a slight grin tugging at the corner of his lips. “I mean, I was gonna do something with all of it. But, you know, procrastination is a hell of a drug.” He walks over to the desk and tosses his jacket over the back of the chair before flopping down onto the bed. “But, I’m not here to give you a tour of my shit. What do you think of my mess?”

You glance around again, spotting something on his desk that catches your eye, a criminal law textbook, open to a random page. You walk over to it, picking it up and raising an eyebrow. “Why do you have this?”

Jisung looks over at you, propping himself up on his elbows. “Figured it’d be good to have something to talk about, you know? Make me sound smart and shit.” He shrugs, completely unfazed by the fact that he’s openly admitting to this in front of you.

You look back at him, a quiet laugh escaping you. “You? Sounding smart? Yeah, sure.”

He throws his head back dramatically. “Hey, I’m a journalism major with a criminal psych minor. I can throw around some fancy words.”

“I’ll give you credit for trying,” you tease, before glancing around some more. That’s when you spot the Harry Potter shelf in the corner, filled with a collection of wands, scarves, and figurines.

“Wait,” you say, pointing at the shelf. “Are those... Harry Potter things?”

Jisung smirks, clearly proud of his collection. “Hufflepuff represent!” he announces with a dramatic flair, throwing his hands up like he’s about to lead a chant.

You laugh, shaking your head in disbelief. “Hufflepuff? Really?”

“Hell yeah,” he says, looking at you as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “We’re loyal, hardworking, and way cooler than all those other houses.”

You roll your eyes, half-amused, half-surprised. “I took the quiz, and I was a Slytherin.”

Jisung’s face twists in mock horror. “You?! A Slytherin?!” he exclaims, raising an eyebrow in exaggerated shock. “There’s no way you’re a Slytherin. I thought you were, like, all sweet and shit.”

You shrug with a smile, enjoying the banter. “Turns out, I’m secretly cunning and ambitious.”

Jisung chuckles, shaking his head. “Fuck, that’s funny. But I’ll take it. Slytherins are smart as hell.”

As you glance around his room, something else catches your eye, a small book of poetry, sitting casually on his nightstand. You pick it up, flicking through the pages. “Wait, what’s this?” you ask, your voice playful as you glance at Jisung.

He sits up on the bed, his smirk softening into something more sheepish. “I saw on your Instagram that you and the girls did a wine and poetry night, so... I bought the book,” he admits, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. “Thought it might be a good way to connect.”

You stare at him for a beat, processing the unexpected gesture. And then you can’t help it. You burst out laughing. “You are a secret loser!” You hold up the book like it’s evidence. “Han Jisung, a tattooed hunk with a chest bigger than most women, is secretly a loser!”

Jisung groans, flopping back onto the bed with his hands covering his face. “I swear to god, I’m never doing anything nice for you again.”

You laugh harder, walking over to the bed and sitting on the edge. “Oh, I’m sorry, did I crush your tough guy image?” you tease, nudging him with your elbow. “You’ve got tattoos, a scorpion on your neck, and now you’re reading poetry. You’re like a walking contradiction.”

“Fuck off,” Jisung grumbles, but his voice is amused. 

You smile softly, genuinely touched by the effort, even if it’s a little silly. “I like that you’re a secret loser.”

“God, you really know how to kill a guy’s ego, don’t you?” Jisung says, though the affection in his voice is clear.

“Only because you deserve it,” you tease, picking up the poetry book and flipping through it casually. You can’t help but feel a little lighter in his presence, despite the teasing. “I like the effort. Really.”

Jisung turns his head toward you, giving you a genuine, softer smile. “You know, you’re not so bad yourself, princess.”

You look up at him, your heart unexpectedly fluttering as you feel the weight of his words. “I’m not the only one with layers, huh?”

Jisung chuckles, running a hand through his hair. “Nah. Guess not.”

The Alpha Phi living room is a cacophony of banter and energy, as it always is when all eight boys are crammed into one space. Jisung is pacing back and forth in front of his friends, his hands flailing occasionally as he speaks, clearly deep in thought or at least pretending to be.

“Okay,” he starts, stopping abruptly to face the group before continuing his restless pacing. “So, we kissed. She spent time with me in my room. Called me a loser, which, by the way, rude as fuck, but also weirdly endearing, and now I need to make her my girlfriend.”

The room is silent for a beat before Jeongin snorts. “Dude, you’re acting like this is some undercover operation.”

“It is an operation, you little shit,” Jisung fires back, jabbing a finger in Jeongin’s direction. “Step one: romance. Step two: dates. Step three: make it official. Step four: sex. In that order. Because-” he pauses for dramatic effect, spinning to face Chan, “-I am not a heathen like Chan, who fucks before a date.”

“Hey!” Chan says, throwing a crumpled napkin at him. “Don’t drag me into this shit!”

“I’m just saying,” Jisung replies, grinning, “I’m a classy man. Romancing, dates, making it official. Then sex.”

Minho, who’s lounging on the couch beside Felix, raises an eyebrow. “Is it so she’s not scared off by the fact that the tip of your dick is pierced?”

Jisung pauses mid-pace, his mouth opening and closing for a second before he sighs dramatically. “Yes. I need her to accept me as her boyfriend first so we’re locked in before Prince Albert comes into play.”

“Jesus Christ,” Changbin mutters, shaking his head. “I didn’t need to know that.”

“It’s all about transparency, Binnie,” Jisung says with a flourish. “Now, ideas, people. I need ideas. No ideas are bad ideas.”

Hyunjin leans forward, his chin resting on his hands. “Okay, hear me out. You take her to one of those rooftop restaurants. Dim lighting, candles, a view of the city. Classic romance.”

“Solid,” Jisung nods. “Not bad.”

Jeongin raises a hand. “Cook for her. Girls love a guy who can cook.”

“You can’t even boil an egg,” Seungmin mutters.

“Hey, I didn’t say I’d do it. I said he should.”

“That’s actually not terrible,” Jisung admits, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. “But I’d probably burn her dinner.”

“Do a grand gesture,” Changbin offers, grinning. “Show up at her window with a boombox, ‘80s movie style.”

“Changbin,” Minho says, deadpan. “No one does that anymore.”

“That’s why it’s genius,” Changbin counters.

Jisung stares at him for a moment before shaking his head. “Fucking awful.”

“Write her a love letter,” Felix suggests quietly, still hiding behind his iced tea.

Jisung arches an eyebrow. “What am I, Shakespeare?”

“Buy her a puppy,” Jeongin adds, grinning. “No one says no to puppies.”

“Jeongin, shut the fuck up,” Jisung snaps, though he can’t suppress a small laugh. “I’m not buying a puppy.”

Chan finally clears his throat, raising a hand to silence the chaos. “Alright, alright. Let me speak, children.”

Jisung crosses his arms, leaning against the wall. “Alright, Chan. You’re the romance man, despite your questionable methods with Jennie. Talk to me, papi.”

The room erupts in a chorus of groans and laughter as Minho jumps in, his smirk widening. “Yeah, Daddy Chan, talk to us. I need to romance Felix, Hyunjin needs to romance Rose. get talking.”

Felix flushes red, his head disappearing behind his drink entirely. “Minho, stop,” he mumbles, his voice barely audible.

Chan sighs dramatically, sitting up straighter. “Fine, you want advice from Daddy Chan? Here it is. First, figure out what she actually likes. Not just the surface stuff. Get to know her for real. What makes her happy? What’s her favourite thing to do when she’s stressed?”

“That’s… actually not bad,” Jisung admits, nodding slowly.

“Second,” Chan continues, “make her feel special without overdoing it. Don’t come off as fake. Do something that’s you, but with a twist for her.”

“And third,” Chan finishes, leaning back with a smirk, “be confident, but not cocky. Show her you’re serious without being overbearing.”

The room falls silent for a moment as everyone processes the surprisingly solid advice.

“Alright,” Jisung says, clapping his hands together. “Let’s do this. Chan, I’ll give you this one, you know your shit.”

“Damn right, I do,” Chan replies, grinning.

Minho raises a hand lazily. “Same advice applies for romancing Felix?”

Felix groans. “Minho, please.”

“Of course it does,” Chan says, smirking at Felix. “Just don’t be a dumbass about it.”

The room devolves into laughter again, but beneath the chaos, Jisung feels a quiet sense of determination. Whatever it takes, he’s going to make this work. After all, he’s not a heathen, he’s a man with a plan.

The sun is low in the sky, casting an amber glow over the bustling streets of Wolmi Myland as Jisung and you stroll side by side, his arm comfortably draped over your shoulder. You’ve grown used to the warmth of his touch, the gentle weight of it sending a calm buzz through your chest, making your smile even softer. The day has been full of laughter, rides, and moments you never want to forget.

Behind you, your friends make up a merry parade. Chan and Jennie are deep in conversation, their laughter filling the air, while Hyunjin and Rose trail behind, teasing each other about something only they understand. Minho and Felix, predictably, are doing their thing. Minho flirting with Felix in that easy, almost predatory way of his, like it’s just another Tuesday.

Felix, usually a shy mess in the face of Minho’s advances, has recently been taking notes from you and the girls on how to handle Minho’s brand of charm. You, Jennie, Jisoo, Lisa, and Rose had all gathered around Felix one afternoon and, in a moment of solidarity, had given him the pep talk of a lifetime. Look up through your eyelashes, bite your lip, speak soft but say something dirty, and so on.

You can hear Felix’s soft voice, but the words catch your attention because they sound like they come straight from a romance novel.

“So... you’ve been working out, huh?” Felix says, voice smooth as silk, a coy smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. He looks at Minho through his lashes, lips parted ever so slightly. “I bet those arms would look even better holding me down.”

The reaction from Minho is instant, and you almost choke on your breath as you hear the sharp intake of air from him. His eyes widen as if Felix had just dropped a bomb on him, and the whole group stops in their tracks. Even Jisung’s arm around your shoulder tightens slightly, but his lips curve up in a wicked grin, clearly enjoying the chaos unfolding.

“Marry me, Felix,” Minho says, his voice high-pitched with disbelief but dripping with genuine admiration. “Right now, I’m in love with you. That was fucking hot. I-” He shakes his head as if trying to process what just happened. “Where has this version of Felix been hiding?”

Felix, suddenly more confident than you’ve ever seen him, shrugs and smirks. “You know, just had to channel my inner bad boy. You know how it is, Minho.” He looks around at all of you, a playful glint in his eye. “I can show you more... if you’re really interested.”

Jisung chuckles beside you, squeezing your shoulder lightly. “Damn, Felix, I’m proud of you. Finally found your balls.”

Chan, walking next to Jennie, throws his head back and laughs. “This shit is golden. I’ve been trying to get Felix to do this for years and now he’s out here dropping sexual innuendo like a fucking pro.” He slaps Minho on the back. “What’d you say, Minho? You in love with Felix now?”

Minho, still staring at Felix like he’s seeing him for the first time, just shakes his head in disbelief. “I might actually be. I never thought I’d say this, but damn, Felix, where’s the ring?”

Felix raises an eyebrow, clearly enjoying the attention. “Maybe you’ll have to earn it, Minho.” He winks and, for a moment, the atmosphere is a perfect blend of playful and charged.

You can’t help but laugh, the whole scene unfolding around you like a whirlwind of flirtation and teasing. Jisung’s arm around your shoulders tightens again, his smile mischievous as he lowers his head toward your ear. “I’m gonna be honest with you,” he murmurs, his voice low and teasing, “if you ever get me to say something that filthy, I think I’ll have to take you home and lock the door for the night.”

You glance at him, raising an eyebrow. “You think you can out-flirt Felix?” you tease gently.

Jisung grins, leaning in closer to brush his lips against your temple. “I know I can. I’m just waiting for the right moment.”

“Sure, sure,” you say, your voice light but with a smile playing on your lips. You feel his breath against your skin, sending a thrill through you, but you play it cool, knowing exactly what he’s doing. You lean into him, the closeness making everything feel more intimate.

Felix, still standing a few steps ahead, turns around with a look of pride on his face. “You know, I might have to teach Minho a lesson now,” he adds, “maybe show him how to actually flirt properly.”

Minho’s head snaps toward Felix, a horrified expression crossing his face. “No fucking way. You’re not doing that to me. I’m the one who does the lessons, alright?”

Jisoo and Lisa, who have been walking behind you, laugh loudly, catching the attention of the rest of the group. “Felix, babe, you’re getting too good at this,” Lisa says, grinning. “We might need to tone you down before you leave us all behind in the dating game.”

“Yeah, I don’t know if we can keep up with that level of flirtation,” Jisoo adds, shaking her head with exaggerated disbelief. “Next thing we know, you’re gonna be the one teaching us.”

Felix just grins, clearly loving the attention. “If you want, I could. We’re all about equal opportunity here, right?”

Hyunjin, who’s been walking next to Rose, chimes in, laughing. “You know what, Felix, we might have to start giving you a class for all of us. Teach us your ways.”

The laughter continues, but Jisung’s arm around you stays firm, his presence as comforting as always. His hand brushes your arm lightly as he speaks again, his voice low and playful, “You know, I’ve got some skills of my own, babe. But I’ll let you in on a little secret, nothing beats genuine affection.”

You glance up at him, your heart fluttering. “And I’m guessing you plan on showing me that tonight?”

His grin widens. “You know it, princess.”

The night is in full swing as the group gathers in front of the Disco Pang Pang ride. The neon lights blink around them, casting colourful hues across the faces of your friends. You’re laughing, your hand still resting comfortably in Jisung’s as you walk, but that’s when it happens.

Suddenly, Jisung stops in front of the entrance to the ride. You blink in confusion. Then, he drops to one knee.

The entire group freezes. You can hear Chan and Jennie snickering quietly in the background, Hyunjin and Rose watching with wide eyes. Minho and Felix glance at each other, brows raised, clearly confused but entertained. Jeongin, Seungmin, Changbin, Lisa, and Jisoo all stop and turn toward Jisung, their attention now fully on him.

You, on the other hand, snort. You can’t help it. The sudden seriousness of the moment mixed with Jisung’s complete lack of seriousness has you giggling uncontrollably. You press your hand to your mouth, trying to hide it, but the sound of your laughter fills the air.

“Oh my god,” you manage to gasp between giggles, “are you- Are you serious right now?”

Jisung’s face remains deadpan as he pulls out a ring from his pocket. But it’s not a diamond, or even a normal ring. It’s a candy ring. He holds it up, staring at you with a glint in his eye.

“Y/N L/N,” he says dramatically, “Will you accept me as I am? A sexy secret loser with enough ink on my skin to be a soccer mother’s wet dream in cliterary format? Will you be my girlfriend and accept this ring as a symbol of our romance?”

At that, you burst out laughing again, the candy ring in his hand almost forgotten as you clutch your stomach. You try to compose yourself, but it’s impossible. Jisung’s smirk only grows as he watches you dissolve into giggles.

“Yes!” you finally say between fits of laughter, “Yes, you idiot, I’ll be your girlfriend!” You extend your hand, letting him slip the candy ring onto your finger.

The whole group erupts into applause, and even Minho can’t help but laugh, though he's still trying to figure out what the hell just happened. Jisung grins widely, clearly pleased with himself, and leans in to whisper in your ear, his voice dropping to a teasing tone.

“Oh, by the way,” he says, voice low and almost too smug, “my dick’s pierced. You accepted me as your boyfriend, no take backs.”

You blink, your smile faltering for just a moment. “Your what is what?” You look around, clearly trying to process what he just said.

Minho, who has been lounging with Felix nearby, shrugs and speaks up. “It’s true,” he says casually, snuggling into Felix’s side, clearly comfortable with this new conversation. “Jisung showed us all when he got it done. The whole frat saw it. Right, guys?”

The guys all nod enthusiastically, their voices rising in unison.

“Yeah, it’s true,” Changbin adds with a smirk.

“Couldn’t stop talking about it for days,” Seungmin chimes in with a chuckle.

Jisung just grins at you, clearly pleased with the reactions. “Think of it as extra ribbing,” he says with a wink, leaning in closer to you.

You cover your mouth with your hand, trying to stifle your smile, but it's no use. Your laughter bubbles up again. You can’t believe the absurdity of it all, but at the same time, it feels right. This- he- feels right.

Jennie, who's been watching the entire exchange with a raised eyebrow, finally speaks up, her voice stern but amused. “No! No talking filth in public, you two!” she calls out, pointing at Jisung and you as she laughs. “We’re in public, for fuck’s sake.”

Jisung raises his hands in mock surrender, still grinning like a Cheshire cat. “Fine, fine,” he says, kissing the top of your head. “I’m a gentleman. I’ll keep it clean for now.”

You smile up at him, your heart racing with affection for this ridiculous, wonderful guy. “You know, I really don’t think I can take you anywhere without you making a scene.”

Jisung gives you an exaggerated look of offence. “What are you talking about? I’m a fucking angel, princess.”

“Oh, yeah, of course,” you tease, rolling your eyes. “A real angel with a pierced dick and a candy ring.”

“Hell yeah,” he says, laughing along with you. “But hey, we’re at Disco Pang Pang. Our place. You wanna go on the ride? Should we go and relive the moment where we first met?”

Your heart skips a beat at the mention of the ride, the memory of how you met, of how everything changed in that one moment. The laughter, the absurdity, and the way he looked at you. It’s been perfect ever since.

“Lead the way,” you reply, your smile soft and warm as you take his hand.

Jisung’s eyes light up, and he gives you a cheeky wink. “You got it, princess.”

He pulls you along toward the entrance of the ride, and the whole group follows. You’re not sure if you’ve ever been more content in your life than you are right now, surrounded by your friends, by Jisung, and by a relationship that’s in its early stages but is already everything you ever wanted.

As you board the Disco Pang Pang, Jisung pulls you close, his arm wrapping around your waist. The ride begins to spin, and you can’t help but feel like everything has fallen into place. There’s laughter, excitement, and the feeling that this moment, this night, is exactly where you’re supposed to be.

And as the lights of the ride flash, the music thumping in your ears, you know that no matter where you go, as long as you’re with him, it’s going to be an adventure.

The ride begins to buck, and Jisung pulls you closer, a wide grin on his face as he looks at you with that familiar spark in his eyes. “You’re mine now, princess.”

You lean into him, grinning back. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

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→ Jennie Kim x Leitora g!p

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

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© tradução (pt/br) by @rubyfemme

— Eu preciso disso! – Jennie choramingou novamente.

Ela estava seguindo você durante toda a noite, fazendo tudo o que podia para chamar sua atenção. O motivo era simples, ela estava tendo um de seus humores de pirralha, e para ela, isso significava que não pararia até conseguir o que queria. E ela deixou bem claro o que queria para você.

— Eu preciso de você em mim!

— Eu lhe disse. – Você explicou, começando a ficar um pouco impaciente. — Tenho trabalho a fazer. Não posso agora.

— Mas...

Para piorar a situação, ela estava fazendo tudo o que podia para chamar sua atenção para ela e suas "necessidades". Isso significava que ela havia passado a maior parte do dia em vários estágios de desnudamento, tirando cada vez mais roupas até ficar apenas com uma calcinha fio dental e um sutiã que não cobria quase nada. Isso estava dificultando muito a sua concentração nos relatórios que precisava preencher. Estava sendo difícil para você pensar em qualquer coisa que não fosse as curvas de Jennie e o quanto você queria comê-la.

A gota d'água foi quando ela foi até a mesa onde você estava sentada e pulou em cima dela, se sentando firmemente bem à sua frente, com as pernas bem abertas. A calcinha mal conseguia cobrir os lábios de sua boceta, os lábios bonitos e macios aos quais ela sabia que você nunca conseguiria resistir.

Você olhou para ela sentindo seu sangue ferver. Havia só uma resposta para isso, na verdade, quando ela ficava assim a única solução era simples, você tinha de arrancar isso dela.

Você suspirou e colocou cuidadosamente a caneta sobre a mesa.

— Jennie.

— Hum? – Ela olhou para você de forma sugestiva, com uma das mãos acariciando a coxa.

— Nua. Agora.

— Me obrigue. – Ela disse colocando a língua para fora.

Você olhou para ela com firmeza.

— Você continua cavando seu buraco. Não sabe quando parar, não é?

Jennie se recostou na mesa, com as pernas abertas, a calcinha empurrada para o lado apenas o suficiente para que você pudesse ver sua fenda, que já estava brilhando.

— Eu vou parar quando você estiver dentro de mim, mommy.

Bem, você tentou se conter. Tentou ser a responsável, mas ela não lhe deu muita escolha, não é mesmo?

Você se levantou bruscamente da cadeira, quase a derrubando com a velocidade com que se levantou.

— Você sabe o que acontece a seguir, não sabe?

Jennie estava olhando para você com os olhos arregalados, porque sim, ela sabia. A mesa tinha a altura perfeita para ela ser fodida, foi exatamente por isso que ela sentou nela. Você se abaixou e tirou o sutiã dela com força, o arrancando dela. Em seguida, suas mãos encontraram a alça da calcinha fio dental, você poderia tê-la arrancado dela, mas como de costume, ela havia conseguido entrar em sua mente.

Então você a rasgou.

— Me diga o que quer que eu faça com você. – Você disse. — Me deixe ouvir.

A malandragem de Jennie desapareceu um pouco, agora que ela viu sua reação. A resposta dela foi um pouco mais calma.

— Eu... Eu quero que você me foda.

— E? – Você perguntou, pois sabia que não era só isso que ela estava procurando.

— Quero que você me encha. – Disse ela corando um pouco quando você começou a se despir.

— Encher você de quê? – Você insistiu.

— Quero que você me encha de seu esperma. – Jennie disse. — Me dê de mamar.

— Diga por favor. – Você exigiu.

Seu pau já estava em posição de sentido, pronto para entrar em Jennie até a submissão.

— Por favor, goze dentro de mim! – Jennie suplicou. — Eu quero que ele escorra de mim!

Você ficou muito feliz em obedecer. Se abaixou e apertou os seios de Jennie, um em cada mão, enquanto a penetrava e começava a se mover no ritmo. Ela não conseguia se equilibrar muito na mesa para empurrar contra você, o que significava que você estava totalmente no controle das estocadas que ela estava prestes a receber.

Como sempre, estar dentro dela era como um sonho que se tornava realidade. Quente, aveludado e totalmente úmido. Cada bombada enviava ondas de prazer pelas suas pernas e pela espinha dorsal, você começou a perder o controle, como sempre fazia.

Jennie estava gemendo, cada vez mais alto, mas você não conseguia entender nenhuma palavra específica.

— Era isso que você queria? – Você perguntou enquanto mexia os quadris, seu corpo batendo contra o dela. — Era isso que sua linda bucetinha queria?

— Sim! – Jennie gritou. — Me fode! Me encha!

Você não se conteve, empurrando cada vez com mais força, cada vez mais fundo. Ela envolveu as pernas em torno de sua cintura e a puxou para mais perto dela. Você sabia que quando chegasse a hora de terminar, ela não a deixaria gozar fora, ela queria todo o seu esperma dentro dela, cada gota. E Jennie faria o que fosse preciso para garantir o que queria.

Você podia senti-la apertando as paredes ao redor do seu pau duro, certificando-se de que você sabia que ela iria extrair cada gota de ti. Isso não seria suficiente, ela precisava saber que ser uma pirralha tinha consequências.

Você agarrou a cintura dela com força, puxando-se para dentro dela de novo e de novo, cada vez com mais força, até que ela ficou tão sem fôlego que nem conseguia mais gemer seu nome.

Você sentiu o aperto revelador de seu orgasmo, suas pernas começavam a tremer com o prazer. A boca de Jennie estava aberta em um grito silencioso da sensação avassaladora, e você sabia que tinha dado a ela exatamente o que ela queria.

Bem, não exatamente o que ela queria. Ainda não.

— Vou gozar. – Você grunhiu sabendo que não conseguiria se conter por muito mais tempo.

Jennie, como esperado, apertou as penas ao seu redor.

— Goze em mim! Quero cada gota! Me dê isso!

Foram apenas alguns segundos depois que ela disse isso. Olhando fixamente para os olhos revirados dela, sentir o corpo dela se chocar contra o seu, a umidade avassaladora de estar dentro dela, não apenas a fez cair no precipício. Ela a jogou para o outro lado, violentamente.

Você começou a gozar, lançando explosões de esperma quente na buceta de Jennie, ainda bombeando dentro dela enquanto fazia isso. Os olhos dela se arregalaram e a boca ficou frouxa de espanto ao sentir como ela estava cheia de seu esperma.

Quando finalmente estava esgotada, você saiu de dentro de Jennie enquanto ela relaxava o controle sobre você. Você tinha terminado tão profundamente dentro de Jennie que, a princípio, nem percebeu que tinha gozado dentro dela. Passaram-se longos momentos até que você visse o primeiro sinal de que algo estava começando a sair de dentro dela.

Ela mergulhou os dedos dentro de si mesma e depois os colocou na boca, sugando o líquido deles.

— Hum. – Disse ela. — Tão bom.

Você olhou para Jennie.

— Está se sentindo melhor? – Você perguntou. — Espero que você esteja feliz.

Jennie assentiu com a cabeça, sua expressão claramente satisfeita.

— Tão feliz. Tão bem.

— Bom. – Você disse. — Porque eu quero que você ande com isso dentro de você pelo resto da noite. Qualquer coisa que sair... – Você se afastou certificando-se de que ela sabia que algo viria a seguir.

Ela olhou para você com os olhos arregalados.

— Quero que você limpe tudo. Com a sua língua.

Ela assentiu sem dizer nada.

— É isso mesmo. – Você disse. — Você fica muito melhor depois, toda fodida, pirralha.

Você considerou a bagunça que estava começando a se formar entre as pernas dela.

— E meu gozo fica melhor dentro de você.

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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

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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.”

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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.

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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.

₊ ˗ˋˏ꒰ঌ 🗝️ ໒꒱ྀིˎˊ˗

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.”

₊ ˗ˋˏ꒰ঌ 🗝️ ໒꒱ྀིˎˊ˗

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.

masterlist ᯓᡣ𐭩

[elryuse]

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.

[sweetpie-ina]

NEW | BABYPINK :Annie, Hisu, Mikasa & Sasha

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Inspiration from Blackpink

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

[graveyardhorror]

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

[syncrite]

(✱✱✱) 10 ways to devour a man

[knightyoomyoui]

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.

[scrtxai]

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

[lexawritex]

—lethal protector

lisa as venom

★ In a dire situation, you uncovered something otherworldly about your girlfriend.

venom!lisa x fem!reader

⚠️ violence, swearing

it was just another normal day for you and your girlfriend, lisa. the two of you were lazily lounging in the living room of your shared apartment, tangled in each other's arms while scrolling through your phones. suddenly, lisa raised her right hand abruptly, catching you off guard and making you jump slightly.

you looked at her with a surprised yet worried expression. she glanced back at you, offering a sheepish smile before slowly lowering her arm. a nervous chuckle escaped her lips, breaking the brief silence.

"you ok, love?" you asked, not taking your eyes off of her.

she nodded rather vigorously, her movements almost comical, before stuttering, "me? yeah, psh, of course, I'm... I'm fine."

you nodded at her, unconvinced, but decided not to press further as she offered you a reassuring smile. turning your attention back to your phone, you noticed lisa detaching herself from your embrace and standing up. your eyes instinctively followed her, your lips forming a small pout as your body immediately missed her warmth.

you turned your attention back to your phone, still pouting, when loud thuds echoed from the bathroom upstairs. your head snapped in the direction of the noise. tossing your phone aside, you quickly got up and trudged toward the bathroom to investigate the commotion.

upon opening the bathroom door, you were met with the sight of your tall girlfriend tangled in the shower curtains, sprawled awkwardly in the tub. a gasp escaped your lips as you quickly kneeled down to help the poor brunette, trying to untangle the mess she’d gotten herself into.

"oh god, lisa! what happened, baby?" you asked, concern lacing your voice as your hands worked quickly to loosen the plastic curtain tangled around her arm.

lisa offered you another sheepish, nervous smile as she began explaining her predicament.

"i kind of slipped and... well, got myself into this," she muttered, her eyes dropping in embarrassment as her cheeks flushed slightly.

you shook your head at her explanation, small smile tugging on your lips.

with a sigh, you spoke.

"i knew you were clumsy, but i didn't expect this level of clumsy. it's almost comical," you said with a laugh, unable to hold it in. lisa shot you a playful glare but quickly broke into a smile, her embarrassment melting into amusement.

"i'm glad i entertain you," she said with a sarcastic tone, making you laugh even more. you gave her a warm smile before pulling the curtain off her, finally freeing her from the tangled mess.

that night, lisa left you alone in the bed with the excuse of talking to the phone in the bathroom. you lay on the soft mattress, sighing as boredom slowly crept in. lisa had been talking for a while, and you found yourself longing to cuddle with her before facing another busy day at work.

"WE CAN'T EAT HEADS!"

you heard lisa yell from the bathroom, her voice echoing through the apartment. your head whipped toward the partially open door, and her voice soon dropped to a hushed tone. moments later, she emerged, looking visibly stressed. her eyes widened as she noticed you staring at her with a confused expression.

"is everything okay?" you asked, concern in your voice. lisa just nodded, offering a small smile before joining you in bed, spooning you from behind.

wanting to sleep early, you didn't press further, turning onto your side with your back facing hers. she wrapped an arm around your waist, the other serving as a pillow for your head as you both settled into the warmth of each other's embrace.

that's when you noticed lisa's phone on the bedside table, untouched, despite her having supposedly been on a call. curiosity briefly flickered in your mind, but you quickly pushed it aside, content in the comfort of her embrace as you drifted off to sleep.

the next day, you headed to work, your job at the daycare keeping you busy as you taught and cared for the kids. meanwhile, lisa went to manage her bar, handling everything behind the scenes with her usual confidence.

this day felt unusually tiring as most of the teachers were absent, leaving you to substitute in some of their classes, effectively doubling your workload. by the time you finished, you were drained, but you pushed through, knowing that the kids needed you.

after your shift, your co-workers invited you to join them for dinner. being the good person you are, you agreed and went along, hoping the meal would help you unwind after such a hectic day.

whilst having dinner, you couldn't help but notice the strange looks coming from the people at the nearby table. their stares made you feel uncomfortable, causing you to shift in your seat, hoping to hide yourself from their view without drawing more attention.

the dinner dragged on, and before you knew it, it was nearing midnight. ushering your co-workers, some of whom were already drunk, you all stood up to pay and started heading your separate ways. that's when you realized you were the only one walking in the opposite direction, leaving you to walk alone down the quiet, empty street.

you initially planned on waiting outside, but hearing the loud voices of the men from the nearby table, you quickly decided to leave. your feet moved faster, eager to put some distance between yourself and the uncomfortable situation.

you hoped they wouldn’t notice you, but luck didn’t seem to be on your side. a whistle echoed in the empty street, followed by a few taunts. your feet shuffled faster as your heart raced, pounding so loudly in your chest it seemed to echo in your head.

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lisa was left alone in the quiet bar, wiping glasses dry and making sure the wine bottles were neatly arranged. suddenly, a thick, black liquid began to stretch out from her back, its amorphous form shifting and twisting. it morphed into a grotesque head with large, pupil-less eyes, sharp teeth, and a long, slithering tongue that seemed to writhe in the dim light.

it looked at her before speaking.

"i don't feel so good, lisa," the voice rasped again, its deep, distorted tone echoing in the silence of the bar.

lisa looked at it, already familiar with the alien creature, but what it said made her nervous. it usually spoke in pedantic, prideful remarks, but hearing those words now, there was something unsettling about it.

"what's wrong, venom?" she asked, frown forming.

the pupil-less eyes stared back at her, and without a second thought, lisa stormed out of the bar. she rushed into the dark, empty streets, the cold air biting at her skin as her heart raced.

"y/n told me she'd be having dinner with her co-workers at a place nearby. she should still be there," lisa muttered to herself, her voice tinged with urgency as she sped towards the location. her mind raced, thoughts swirling as she pushed her pace, hoping to find you before anything else could happen.

"i don't feel her presence nearby," the dark, distorted voice of venom rang in lisa’s head, causing her to halt in her tracks. her breath hitched as she stopped dead in her steps, her body tense with unease. something was off—she could feel it.

lisa wasted no time and allowed the alien within her to take control. dark, viscous liquid spread over her skin, reshaping her body. her physique grew, limbs lengthening as her head morphed into the very one she had spoken to in the bar. the transformation was swift, and now, with the creature's presence fully overtaking her, she stood, more powerful and unsettling than ever before, her eyes scanning the empty street.

lisa—now venom—leaped effortlessly, her new form scaling the building with ease. perched atop the rooftop, her eyes scanned the city below, locking onto a secluded area in the distance.

"i see her," venom's deep, distorted voice echoed in lisa's mind, its cold certainty sending a shiver through her. without another word, it leaped into the air, heading toward its target with predatory precision.

the large, humanoid alien soared through the air, leaping over buildings with incredible speed and precision. each jump was calculated, closing the distance between venom and its target. the city below seemed to blur as venom’s dark form cut through the night, its movements both swift and purposeful.

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you struggled against the strong grip of the man holding you, panic rising as you fought to break free. tears welled in your eyes, blurring your vision as you helplessly watched the group of men at the table. their conversation seemed calm, almost casual, oblivious to your distress, which only made your heart race faster.

"wh-what are you gonna do to me?" you asked.

the man behind you chuckled.

"sell you off. you look like you cost a lot," the man said with a cold, calculating tone. his words sent a chill through your body, making your legs feel weak and your heart pound in your chest. fear gripped you, the weight of the situation sinking in as you realized the danger you were truly in.

your eyes widened in horror as the men stood up and slowly approached you. the leader, a tall figure with a menacing aura, stepped closer, his eyes scanning you up and down. each glance felt like a judgment, making you self-conscious and uncomfortable. your heart raced, the fear of what was coming next almost paralyzing you.

"it wouldn't hurt to play with her for a while, right boys?" he said, an evil grin in his face.

your eyes widened and tears streamed down your face as you shook your head desperately, your body trembling. you yelled, your voice cracking as you begged them to stop, the word "no" repeating over and over in a frantic, pleading tone. fear and helplessness consumed you, but you clung to any hope that they might listen.

the men only laughed, their cruel chuckles echoing in your ears. the leader nodded to the man behind you, who grabbed your arm and began dragging you toward an abandoned warehouse. panic surged through your veins as you struggled to break free, but the grip on your arm was unrelenting. just as your mind raced for a way out, you heard the sound of something crashing in the distance, followed by a scream.

"MONSTER--AAAH!"

the men flinched, their eyes darting toward the source of the noise. hands quickly reached for their weapons, their muscles tense as they prepared for whatever threat approached.

your eyes widened in horror as the body of one of the men crumpled to the ground, his head cleanly severed from his body. the sight of the blood spraying across the pavement made your stomach lurch, nausea rising in your throat.

fear coursed through your veins, freezing you in place as the brutal scene unfolded before you. you could barely process what was happening, your body trembling uncontrollably as you tried to look away, but the gruesome sight was burned into your mind.

the men steppes back and flinched at the sight of their headless comrade.

a figure emerged from the shadows, stepping over the lifeless body. the men yelled, asking who it was, before frantically drawing their weapons and firing at the approaching figure.

your eyes stayed glue to the figure until the light revealed who it was.

lisa.

your eyes widened as you immediately cried for her.

"lisa!" you screamed, struggling against the man's hold.

lisa's eyes locked onto you, and in an instant, she transformed, her body morphing into the towering, black alien form of venom. the sheer size and ferocity of the figure immediately caught the men off guard, their faces contorting in fear as they stumbled back. the sudden shift left them frozen, their weapons trembling in their hands as venom towered over them.

"how dare you touch my woman!" venom's distorted voice roared, vibrating with pure rage.

in an instant, it surged forward, its powerful limbs effortlessly taking down the men one by one. their screams echoed in the night as venom ripped through the group, tossing them aside like ragdolls. fear flooded their eyes as they realized they were no match for the alien's wrath. the sounds of destruction and chaos filled the air as venom continued to dismantle them with ruthless precision.

your heart raced as you watched lisa, now venom, effortlessly overpower the men. each move was fluid, precise, and powerful. the men were helpless against her, their weapons useless as venom moved with terrifying speed and strength.

you couldn't tear your eyes away, the shock and confusion making it hard to process what was happening. the person you loved—your girlfriend—was now something else entirely, something both alien and incredible. it was overwhelming, yet there was something strangely comforting in knowing that she was there to protect you.

the last man collided with the wall, slumping unconscious. venom stood tall, towering over the defeated men as its presence filled the area with a chilling energy. it looked down at the group, ensuring none of them would get up again. its sharp eyes met yours, and despite the intensity of the moment, there was a softness in them as it turned its attention to you.

its eyes shifted to the man behind you, holding you restrained. the guy flinched and foolishly made an attemtp to hold you hostage. he pointed the gun on you, its cold nozzle meeting your skin.

"move and i'll fucking blow her brains out!" he threatened.

you trembled against his hold, tears falling as you begged.

"shut up, bitch!" the man yelled, raising his hands in attempt to hit you with the gun but venom beat him to it.

a black tentacle shot out, swiftly coiling around the man's hand, halting his movement. the man looked at venom with shock before screaming in pain as the tentacle coiled tighter, crushing his bones.

the man collapsed to the ground, writhing in pain, giving you the perfect opportunity to break free and flee. venom’s form shifted, melting into black liquid that seeped back into lisa’s body, disappearing as quickly as it had appeared.

you rushed into lisa's arms, and she enveloped you in a tight embrace, whispering soothing words as you let the tears flow, feeling safe in her hold.

you pulled back slightly, your gaze fixed on lisa's, a flicker of doubt lingering in your eyes.

"you're still the lisa i know, right?" you asked, voice tinged with uncertainty.

lisa's expression softened as she gently took your hands, cupping them against her cheeks.

"yes, it's still me, love," she whispered, her eyes locking with yours.

"your lisa." she pressed a tender kiss to your hand, her touch reassuring and warm.

you nodded and leaned against her chest, sighing deeply as you finally felt safe. lisa wrapped her hands protectively around you, eyes observing the unconscious men whilst stroking you hair to comfort you.

you pulled away again, looking at her with confusion. she mirrored the same as she studied your expression.

"what was that earlier? the black alien thing you turn into?"

lisa let out a sigh before sitting on the ground, her posture weary. as she did, a black liquid began to stretch from her back, slowly forming into a head — the same one of the alien she had become.

"hi, baby," it greeted in its deep, distorted voice, sending a shiver down your spine.

you hesitated, your gaze shifting between the alien and lisa, before you reluctantly waved a hello. it only smiled at you while you look at it with a mix of fear and shock.

lisa chuckled and held your hand.

"venom's just as in love with you as i am." she said, kissing the back of your hand. venom looked at her and then at you, nodding at what lisa said.

"well, nice to meet you venom." you said, smiling at the alien who mirrored the same.

you and lisa stood up to leave when lisa suddenly fell back on the ground. she groaned upon landing making you rush to her.

"oh my gosh! baby, are you hurt?" lisa shook her head and sat up.

"venom has control over my body, so that explains the occasional sudden movements." she said making you nod and remember the times she'd randomly move.

"we should get goi-- WE CAN'T EAT HEADS, VENOM!"

lisa’s sudden yell made you flinch, your body instinctively tensing as your eyes widened in surprise and fear. she quickly noticed your reaction and shook her head, her expression softening.

"no, I won’t hurt you—venom wouldn’t," lisa reassured gently, her voice calmer now as she tried to ease your nerves.

your eyes met hers, the sincerity in them easing your worries. with a small nod, you stood up, glancing at the unconscious men scattered around, some groaning in pain. your gaze shifted back to lisa, who seemed to be murmuring under her breath—likely in a quiet argument with venom.

"baby?"

lisa called, pulling you out of your thoughts.

you noticed her restlessness, her hand twitching almost involuntarily. your gaze flickered to her hand before meeting her eyes again.

"you might want to cover your eyes and ears," she warned, her voice laced with a mix of uncertainty and authority.

you hesitated for a moment, but then quickly obeyed, covering your eyes and ears, not knowing what to expect next.

as you turned away, covering your eyes and ears like she instructed, lisa shifted into venom. her towering figure loomed over the unconscious men. with swift, terrifying ease, venom grabbed one of the men, and without hesitation, bit off his head. the same fate followed for the others.

amid the carnage, venom's eyes caught movement-a man still conscious, crawling away in a desperate attempt to escape. venom tilted its head, a low, guttural growl rumbling from deep within.

venom sauntered over to the man, each heavy step sending tremors through the ground. towering above him, venom placed its massive foot on the man's back, pinning him in place. the man screamed, his pleas for mercy echoing in the empty street. but venom was venom—merciless, unyielding, and driven by its own primal instincts.

the man's cries reached your ears, making you turn around to peek in curiosity but you wished you didn't.

you watched in stunned horror as the towering, black alien effortlessly lifted the man with one hand. before you could fuly process the sight, venom's massive jaws opened wide, clamping down and biting the man's head off in one swift, gruesome motion.

venom's piercing gaze shifted to you, and you instinctively flinched. slowly, the black alien began to dissipate, its towering figure melting into a dark liquid that receded into your girlfriend. in its place stood lisa, her familiar features softening as she met your eyes with quiet concern.

in a daze, you barely registered lisa closing the distance between you. her hand gently cupped your face, her touch warm and grounding.

"look at me. don’t look at that," she said softly, as she positioned herself to block your view of the gore scene behind her.

"let's get away from here."

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the cold wind blew against your face as you sat on a park bench, clutching a cup of coffee that offered a bit of warmth. it was past midnight, and only you and lisa remained in the park. she sat by the fountains, her gaze fixed grimly on the waters.

lisa gave you space to process the events that had unfolded. you couldn't wrap your head around it—your girlfriend had an alien inside her, one that devoured human heads. you wished this was just a dream but it isn't.

despite that fact, you still loved lisa. the alien inside her didn’t change that. love meant accepting all parts of her, even the unexpected ones. you’d face whatever came, because lisa was still lisa—and that was enough.

your eyes found lisa by the fountains. rising from your seat, you walked toward her, the sound of your footsteps reaching her ears, causing her to turn, her gaze locking onto you.

"let's go home," you said, and lisa's eyes widened in surprise.

lisa stood up, "you're not scared or worried about venom?"

you shook your head no, a small smile reaching your lips.

"i think it's cool that my girlfriend can turn into a strong alien with the ability to protect me," you said, earning a relieved smile from lisa.

her arms enveloped you in a warm hug, the tightness making you feel safe and secure as you reciprocated. you felt her release a deep sigh, and you chuckled softly before gently pulling away to meet her gaze.

"let's go home and sleep, then we can meet venom again in the morning, hm?" you suggested. lisa nodded and gave you a quick, gentle kiss.

as you both walked to your apartment hand in hand, you couldn't help but chuckle softly at something that popped into your brain.

lisa glanced at you in curiosity, a smile playing on her lips. "what's so funny?" she asked.

"you're my lethal protector." you said, a soft laugh following after.

lisa glanced at you, her face a mix of surprise and amusement, before she couldn’t help but laugh as well.

"well, venom thinks it's hilarious and decided it's our new nickname," lisa said, shaking her head with a smile.

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