#blackpink x y/n

[authorforrosie]

Book: Her

Pairing: Rosé x female reader

Warning: fluffiness and mention of hard career

Words:867

Quote: „I would not wish any companion in the world but you." William Shakespeare.

In the overfilled city of Los Angeles, nestled amidst rolling hills, loud noises, many crowds across the streets, a lot of architecture and blooming meadows, there resided two souls destined by the stars to meet and entwine their fates. You who has the name Y/N, a gifted photographer who was hired by the vogue with an eye that saw the world's beauty in every shadow and light, and Rosé Park, a K-Pop singer whose voice could summon tears from even the hardest hearts. A member of one of the most famous girl groups called blackpink.

The future of the blonde dyed woman unknown since she recently just debuted with her first solo album, many tears shed which reminded of water filled oceans. The amount of love like no other written in every lyric, heartbreaking lyrics that broke hearts with each beautiful vocals.

A weight of having to be perfect still weighted on Rosé's shoulders. Since she had a reputation of the perfect singer in the k-pop industry as a blackpink member. It left her more vulnerable as a solo artists with an unknown music journey in the future. Each blackpink member is trying to break out of the "perfect" reputation. Jennie even released a rap about the management holding them back from achieving big things in the music industry in a ad.

The tale begins one fateful award event on a certain night, when the event was alive with the sounds of the loud conversation of celebrities. Lights glowed like stars fallen to earth, and the scent of perfumes and blooming adrenaline filled the air. You, ever the observer of life's fleeting moments, wandered through the crowd with your camera, capturing the joyous faces and tender celebrities as only humans being scenes that unfolded before your eyes

As night descended, the event reached its crescendo with the arrival of Rosé, the golden voice loved by many on stage with a baby pink mic in her hand. Her voice, rich with emotions while sweet like honey, filled the air with melodies that spoke of love, being lost, and longing. You, drawn by the haunting beauty of her song, found yourself standing at the edge of the crowd, your heart thrumming in time with the music. You could feel the emotions she poured in her song's through your veins.

Your eyes met across the sea of faces, and in that moment, a spark ignited. Rosé's voice faltered as he gazed upon you, a vision of grace and elegance, your camera poised like an artist's brush while she continued to sing, but her heart now sang for you alone.

After Rosé's performance, she sought out the mysterious photographer. Rosé found you siting next at another celebrity. You looked absolutely breathtaking in her opinions which made her not wanting to lose an opportunity to have a conversation with you.

"Hi pretty, you look lonely. You caught my eyes while I was performing. A beautiful camera by the way." said Rosé while her australian accent could be heard, " your presence has inspire my soul. I am but a humble singer, yet I feel compelled to capture the essence of the beauty in song, as thou dost capture the world in thine art."

Your cheeks flushed with the warmth of her words, replied, "Good darling, your voice has moved me like no other. I am Y/N, a seeker of truth and beauty through the lens of my camera. Might I have the honor of capturing the likeness, that I may remember this night forever?"

Rosé was grateful that she had some self-control otherwise she would've flushed red cheeks by your reply. Your words took her breath literally away.

Thus began your journey of love, each discovering the depths of the other's soul through your shared passion for art. Both of you spent countless hours together, exploring the event later even a little bit of LA and surrounding crowds, capturing the world's wonders in photograph and song.

Rosé would sing as you photographed, her melodies weaving through the air like golden threads, binding your hearts ever closer. You, in turn, would find new inspiration in Rosé's music, your photographs revealing the hidden beauty that her voice evoked.

Your love for each other blossomed, unfettered by the trials and tribulations that life often brings. Both of you were kindred spirits, united by your art and your love for one another. Your bond with Rosé grew ever stronger, a testament to the power of love to transcend the boundaries of time and space.

Years passed, your love story became legendary in the music industry. The music industry was forever changed by both of your presence, and the memory of both of yours love endured, passed down through generations of singers as a symbol of the enduring power of art and the human spirit.

And so, in the twilight of your lives, you and Rosé, your hearts still entwined, looked back upon your journey together with gratitude and joy. For you both had found in each other a love that transcended the ordinary, a love that was truly extraordinary.

[porcelainebaby]

Hellooo!, now you are my little baby <3

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It's a pleasure to have you here, I'm Germaine and I'm 15 years old and I'm a Pisces :3

I am an experienced writer as I previously wrote several loooong stories on Wattpad which you can find under my username "fairycoquett"

I mean, I have good ties to storytelling and dialogue.

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My content is based on 4th generation groups. It is based... but I don't do it only from this generation.

Hahaha, I mean my groups are:

all NCT sub units

stray kids

TxT

Le sserafim (Garam is included)

Nmixx (Jinnie is included)

IVE

New jeans

Blackpink

(G) i-dle

Kep1er

STAYC

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content !

There may be content for male reader.

A brief on how to place orders with this kind of reader It is that you have to specify the 'x male reader', and the genre in which you want it, either reaction or one shot.

2. I almost don't like smut but I can do it (you can freely make your request with this genre, I don't like it very much because I barely specialized in the subject and a few days ago I lost my 'innocence' xd)

3. There will be lesbian content, if you don't like this please don't read it

4. all kinds of genre for reactions or headcanos, be it suggestive or Fluff

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And I think that would be all, I await your order bubba

Thank you for taking your time to read this introduction :)

[fioredeciliego]

i calculated how long it's going to take to finish "Echoes of Midnight" and it's going to be until mid january lol. so i decided that i will try to upload a one shot every two weeks! feel free to request if you guys want. i don't know if i'll write smut or smth like that, but i can try, and i'll write for aespa, ive, new jeans, le sserafim, blackpink and red velvet, always fem reader!

[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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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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Your phone buzzes again.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Hiiii I'd like to request something about Chris Hemsworth......idk if your into kpop groups or if you like it or not but if you want to accept my request please kindly do a little research on it here's the story

So the reader is a part of a kpop girl group and her and Chris are dating secretly...he was also seen attending the readers group concert but the fans thought it was just because they are good friends that's why but reality is something that they are dating but fans some how people find out and start freaking out lol...... I'll leave the ending to you

Thank you so much for taking your time and reading this if you don't like the idea please feel free to ignore I totally understand....

Hi, girly pop! Sorry that this one took me like forever and a day. But I hope it's to your liking!

Pairing: Chris Hemsworth x Kpop idol!Reader

Warnings: Fluff, dirty talk, dirty thoughts, kissing, but nothing dirty actually happens. Wet cat eyes. Babygirl Chris Hemsworth. The use of Y/N. Let me know if I missed something

Word count: 1,8k+ Undeited

Divider by: @princessantisocial

The studio lights cause the sweat to bead down your forehead. Your group’s makeup artist is quick to fix this. She wipes the sweat off and then brushes some powder there again. “Are you alright?” She asks, her black brows furrow together while she fixes the creases around your nose.  

Korean is like English to you now and you don’t even need to translate it anymore. “I’m just like a really big fan so, I’m a bit nervous.” She smiles and then takes a step back. She nods, proud of her work. Jisoo giggles, she is listening in on the conversation. You give her a slight shove. “Don’t even start.” 

She listens to your warning but she does give you a knowing wink. You feel your heartbeat rise when the other studio door opens and The Avengers Endgame actors start to fill the room. They’re on the Korean leg of their press tour. And your band released a song for the movie. And one of the actors has been your crush since the first Thor movie came out. 

You’re sitting right in front of where Chris is supposed to be sitting. Where usually there’d be an interviewer and an interviewee, now you’re both interviewing each other. You sit with the cards in front of you, each member has their own cards. You notice his presence by his delicious scent. Your head is slow to look up but you’re instantly hit with his bright blue eyes. 

You sit up straighter, and your breath gets stuck in your chest. And when he sits down you realise you have to breathe and have no choice but to let out a shaky puff of air. Your eyes glance at your managers, their eyes look dangerous and you know that this isn’t your image. You’re supposed to be the fun one, the confident one. 

The cameraman nods, three, two, one. “Hi, we’re BLACKPINK.” Your group says in unison, some making finger hearts and others a peace sign. Then it’s your turn to speak. “And we’re here to interview The Avengers Endgame cast.” Okay, yeah, it’s cool, you’ve got this. You’re sure you look cool as can be. 

You watch his every move. The way he scratches his beard when he thinks about his reply to a question. The way his bright blue eyes linger on you before quickly looking away when you notice. How he leans in when you speak. Licking his lips as if he stopping himself from saying something. 

Or when he leans back in his chair. His hips move forward as he gets comfortable. The way his slacks stretch around his huge thighs. His thighs make you think of all sorts of filthy things. You imagine yourself in his lap, his big hands on your hips. You can just see yourself bucking into the seams of his pants and- 

He speaks and your eyes snap up to him. He’s looking straight at you, did he see the lust in your eyes? “I have a question.” Chris’ voice is like hot lava against your back. “Let’s hear it.” You reply almost automatically, so badly just wanting to talk to him. His bright blue eyes fall down to his cards, they scan over the words as he reads them over. 

“Which Avenger is each member’s favourite Avenger?” Of course, this has to be the one that he asks. But he’s got this sly grin about it. Previous interviews flash through your mind. You try to think of all the times you’ve gushed over him and you can feel your face turn the same colour as the pink skirt you’re wearing. 

The four other BLACKPINK member’s heads all turn to you. They all have this shit-eating grin on their face. “Go on, tell him,” Lisa speaks, urging you on. Chris raises his brow and then RDJ interrupts. “Y/N, is there something you’d like to tell us?” Then all of the girls begin giggling. You bite your lip, trying to fight off the smile. 

“It’s sort of a...inside joke that I’m kind of...obsessed with Thor.” His eyes go big and he forms a sort of shit-eating grin. His muscular arm reaches back and rests on the chair’s top railing. You feel just about ready for the floor to swallow you whole. But luckily Jisoo saves you the embarrassment. “My favourite is Wanda, 'cause she’s a badass girl.” 

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“Y/N, we’ve got some good news and some bad news.” The director of your new music video speaks. He’s holding his clipboard like always. You can’t really nod since there are about three different people working on your look for the music video. Luckily you don’t have to. 

“You know how we have that scene where we have you lean against a guy’s chest?” Again he speaks without a reply from you. “Well, that guy cancelled. But strangely enough, we got a call right after they cancelled asking to be their replacement.” Your brows furrow together but then your director steps aside. 

It’s not very hard to see the Chris Hemsworth being oiled up by one of your makeup artists. Those wave blue eyes find you the second you see him. You can feel yourself turn bright red. He just looks so good and you can feel your hands itch to touch him. 

Your heart is racing in your ears. Chris looks so delicious lying on the set. It’s a messy bed, his abs flex as he gets comfortable in the bed. He holds out his hand for you. His hand is so much bigger than yours and so warm too. He’s so gentle when he guides your hips against his. His body heat makes your blushing cheeks so much worse. 

“Just breathe.” He whispers into your ear, his fingers tickling your waist. You try your best to touch him as little as possible. “How can I?” You mumble looking into the camera while they set it up. “Just imagine this is every day for us. Imagine that my hands are always on you like this.” Your breath hitches and the thought only makes your cheeks redder. 

The director speaks, he uses his fingers to count down to one. Then the music begins playing. You lip-sync to the song, you’re in your element, and you remind yourself just how long you’ve been working on this song. But then his lips are on your neck and for just a few seconds you lose focus. 

“Sorry, sorry,” you mutter when the cameras cut. A sigh escapes you and you lean back looking up at him. “That’s not very professional of you.” You scoff but you’re quickly shut up when his thumb grazes over your bottom lip. “How can I be professional when you’re looking at me like that, looking like this?” 

His breath smells so minty and his lips look so soft when he speaks. Breathing feels almost unnatural around him. His fingers pinch your chin and force you to look up at him. His eyes look so stormy when he speaks. “How old are you, little girl?” You understand completely how he feels when he says it’s hard to stay professional. 

“25.” You reply to him. He lets out a groan and then grabs you by the hips. He pulls you closer, higher up, adjusting so just you’re no longer lying on his groin. “Okay, we’re ready to start again.” 

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His lips are on yours and his hands are all over your body. “Chris...” You mutter into his neck. He pushes you further against the wall. You’re trapped in his arms, in his scent, in his touch. “We shouldn’t be doing this...I’m not allowed to date.” Again you try to get his attention but Chris is just too furious for you. 

He had you cornered after the shoot. Quickly had you in some storage closet. His rugged voice and smooth touch had your knees weak and you just couldn’t resist when he placed the softest gentlest kiss on your lips. It was like his mouth was made of delicious cotton candy. And he tastes just as sweet. 

He sighs, seeing just how serious you are. His hand swipes across his lips. Trying to get rid of the feeling of your lips on his. “Come to my house. No one will see. Just me and you.” He suggests, his big blue eyes look to be pleading with you. Like he needs you more than he needs air. You sigh, crossing your arms. The way he looks at you...you just can’t say no. 

“Please.” It’s like a punch in the gut when his voice cracks. Begging to see you just once more. How are you ever supposed to resist? But the thought of your managers finding out...it could cost you your job. “If anyone asks, we’re just friends. I know the routine. I know how I’ll have to hide.” 

A sigh escapes you. He’s so smooth with his words, he knows exactly what to say. “Okay, but just this once.” 

🪞♡₊˚ 🥐・₊✧ ホットチョコレート 

His laugh is like intoxicating incense that makes your head swirl. And when he’s done laughing he fiddles with the rings on his fingers and the watch around his wrist. You look down at the empty plate. Your stomach feels full and your heart too. Your cheeks hurt from just how much he’s made you laugh. 

You look around at his big house. You took the first opportunity you could find to head to Australia and see him. Each time that the thought crossed your mind of just ignoring him you’d see those eyes and the way his voice broke. Begging for you to just see him. Now, you’re glad you came. 

Chris’ house is so empty. Everything looks like it’s come straight out of an Architectural digest. Like it’s been thoroughly cleaned before you came. Very few signs of someone living there. You can’t really imagine someone living here. “Don’t you get lonely, all on your own?” You ask, finally returning to him. It’s as if he just can’t stop looking at you. When you see him, he sees you. 

“I’m rarely home...don’t you get lonely?” He leans his chin on his intertwined hands. You smirk, eyes all over him. “I’m rarely home.” You repeat his words to him. “But...” Again a sigh escapes you. “I haven’t laughed this much in a long. I haven’t eaten this good in so long...” His hand slowly creeps up, grabbing yours in his. 

You feel this sort of magnetic draw towards him. Like the whole world just spins around him. When he smiles, you smile. When he laughs, you laugh. You feel sort of at home. Talking to him moves so smoothly. And everything inside of your heart and soul is telling you to- 

“Stay.” Chris’ deep Australian accent cuts off your obsessive ramblings. It’s as if he’s reading your mind... 

🪞♡₊˚ 🥐・₊✧ ホットチョコレート

[saturnnelahy]

‧̍̊˙· 𓆝.°sσn σf thє sєα°.𓆞 ·˙‧̍̊

Synopsis: Heeseung has always been a good son, obeying his parents' orders even though he didn't agree with them and hated the person he was forced to be around them. In a fit of rage, he decides to run away at night to the beach with his friends and ends up entering a strange cave and making perhaps the biggest mistake of his life. Now he will be forced to undergo changes due to his new "condition" and the consequences of his actions. He will have to be strong because this new life will bring even more problems and complications, but it could also be the start of something very good for him.

Yn is a foreigner who was adopted many years ago by the Wang family after her parents died in a shipwreck. Despite having a very difficult start in life, the girl managed to find peace and a quiet life with a loving family. After a difficult day at her job in a local coffee shop, she decides to visit the beach that had become one of her greatest passions. She sees an accident involving a group of boys and, in trying to help, ends up shaping her destiny and changing her life completely.

Paring: Lee Heeseung x Femreader Genero: Fantasy, smau, non idol au, romance and drama Character: Lee Heeseung (Enhypen), Sim Jake (Enhypen), Park Jay (Enhypen), Park Sunghoon (Enhypen), Kim Sunoo (Enhypen), Yang Jungwon (Enhypen), Nashimura Riki (Enhypen), Lalisa (BlackPink), Jisoo (BlackPink), Bang Chan (Stray Kids), Lee Felix (Stray Kids). Warning: Alcohol, Violence, Blood, Jokes with Kys and Kms, Family issues, Abuse, drug use.

Start date: 11th November 2023

Chapters:

Enhypen Boys' Profiles | Pink Ladies Profiles

Chapter 1: Mom's visit

Chapter 2: A Nigth Of Changes

Chapter 3: Wtf was that?

Charpter 4: So we're not going to say anything?

Charpter 5: Guess who got a new job?

Charpter 6:

[lesone-shot]

Makeup

Lalisa Manobal x fem!reader In which you sit on her lap while doing your makeup TW: none

"Hi, pretty girl" Lisa smiled as she sat up against the pillows

"Hi, baby. Good morning" You happily spoke as you walked over to the vanity in the room. Lisa watched you with bright eyes as you walked around in nothing but her shirt.

The last show on the tour just took place last night and even though she's still pretty tired from traveling so much and working so hard over the previous year, she's in the best mood.

Because she's finally home with you again and doesn't have to leave your side for a few days. "What are you doing, baby?" she wondered

"I was going to do my makeup. I was hoping you'd let me take you out for a nice romantic dinner this evening. I know that's a few hours away still but I wanted to do my makeup real quick"

"Sure, I'd love that" she smiled. "but don't do your makeup all the way over there. Come here"

You turned your head to look over at her and watched as she patted her lap. "Bring your mirror and makeup. This way I can hold you as you do it"

It's always impossible for you to resist her. But even more so when you've been lacking time in her warm embrace due to her being so incredibly busy. So you happily agreed. You grabbed your things and then sat on the bed before she pulled you onto her lap.

She kissed your neck softly as you opened up your makeup case. "What color eyeshadow should I wear tonight?"

"I don't know darling, I like all the colors you have. But I will say that rose gold always brings your eyes out" he said as she wrapped her arms around you.

"Rose gold it is then," you said before you picked up your mirror. You held it with one hand and used the other to put the eyeshadow on. You tried to stay focused though it was hard because Lisa kept kissing your neck.

Not in a needy way, but rather just out of love. But, nonetheless, it made it hard for you to focus on anything but her lips brushing against your skin so softly. You applied your mascara, concealer, foundation, and a bit of blush too. After, you looked between your glosses and lipsticks, torn on what to wear.

"Lipstick or lipgloss, Lili?"

"Hmmm..." she pondered for a second before smiling. "Lipgloss. Any shade will look pretty on your soft, kissable lips. But I always find the peachy colors irresistible".

"Okay," you chuckled and reached for the pink one applying it to your lips. "Look good?" You asked as you turned your head, gazing at her. "Stunning," she said softly as she brushed her fingers across your cheek.

"Yeah, I'm stunning now that I've got my makeup on" you joked, only for her to shake her head as she continued to gaze into your eyes.

"You're always stunning" she whispered. "With makeup or without. With a dress or a suit on or just in your sweats and one of my shirts. With your hair up or down. You're my gorgeous girl and you are always stunning in my eyes"

"Oh baby," you giggled and kissed her softly. "You're even more stunning though"

She shook her head with a smile as she put her hands on your hips and pulled you closer. "I think you're the most beautiful girl in the world, Lisa"

"Thank you, baby girl," she said as she put her forehead on yours. "But I think you're even prettier". You chuckled before kissing her again.

"I felt you staring at me the whole time I was doing my makeup" you teased against her lips as you continued to kiss her. "And it wasn't easy to focus when you were kissing my neck".

"What do you expect? I've been away from you for so long over the last year and you're so perfect, I just can't help myself" she smiled.

"I love you and I'm so happy you're home"

"Me too, sweet girl. I love you more" She smiled before kissing you again, pulling you closer as your lips moved perfectly against her own.

[tzuyusluv]

❥ Soft Things Blackpink Does

Jisoo

• her spoiling her solo before anyone else even knew about it because ‘you’re her biggest supporter so you deserve to be the first’

• Her taking you onto the sets of music videos because and showing you the dance moves that she performs

Jennie

• Wearing matching Chanel outfits

• Has never once rolled her eyes at you saying that it’s saved for ‘people who really deserve it’ and ‘you’re one of the people I love, why would you deserve it’

Rosé

• Calling you a special nickname that no one else can call you otherwise she’ll give them a glare

• Having matching home and lock screens that when you place your phones next to the other, it lines up to a cute picture of you two together with hank

Lisa

• Calls you her love so that way you also have a nickname that’s start with L so you’re matching with her and her pets

• Her being strict with everyone except you. She lets you get away with so much just because she loves you

[bemylife]

꧁•⊹٭𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝٭⊹•꧂

Blog started on 06.06.2024

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JJK

Drabbles- Gojo Satoru

loving

Is it true?

Hopelessly devoted

Crossed bridge

Sweet like candy

Shrimp pasta

Just an hour

Ding

Strawberry lipstick

A little gift new

to be continued...

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K-POP

coming soon ...

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[authorforrosie]

Book: the secret admirer

Pairing: Lisa x You.

Warnings: none

Words: 947

In the vibrant heart of a bustling city called Paris. According to international people ‘the city of love’ which you thought is ridiculous, where dreams and ambitions interweaved with the daily grind, lived you a shy artist. You resided in a quaint cozy apartment, its walls adorned with your creations—portraits that captured the essence of life and the beauty of fleeting moments. Your world was painted with hues of solitude, but your heart was filled with unspoken affection for someone you admired from afar. A woman from Thailand who you have feelings for since she first met you.

Across the street from your studio was a cozy café, where a charismatic musician named Lisa Manoban who performed every weekend. With long brown hair and a voice that resonated with the soul, Lisa captivated the audience with every move of her body when she danced to her own singing. You had been drawn to Lisa from the very first melody you heard, and your heart fluttered with every note that filled the air.

You spent countless evenings in the café, your sketchbook in hand, capturing Lisa's presence on paper. You marveled at the way Lisa's brown does eyes sparkled with passion when she performed, how her body allowed her to dance with effortless grace. Your sketches grew into a series of portraits, each one a testament to your silent admiration.

One rainy afternoon, as You sat by the window, lost in You thoughts, Lisa walked into the café. Drenched from the downpour, Lisa shook off her wet jacket and looked around, her brown doe eyes landing on You. With a warm smile, she approached your table. She gotta admit that you look really cute in that oversized hoodie, the beanie you wore made you look very adorable.

"Mind if I join you?" Lisa asked, her voice with a Thai accent sounded as smooth and deep as the lyrics she sang

Your heart raced, and you nodded with your head, unable to find your voice. Because your crush was so close to you which wasn't expected. Lisa took a seat across from you, her eyes drifting to the sketches spread out on the table.

"These are amazing," She complimented, picking up a sketch that captured her mid-performance. "You've got quite a talent."

You blushed, your cheeks flushing a rosy hue. "Thank you," you murmured. "I've been coming here for a while, and your music... it inspires me."

Lisa's smile widened. "I'm glad to hear that. It's always nice to know that my music resonates with someone."

As the rain poured outside, you chatted about art and music, finding common ground in your passions. Your shyness gradually melted away under Lisa’s genuine interest and kind words. You spent hours talking, and for the first time, You felt a connection you had only dreamed of.

Days turned into weeks, and your friendship with Lisa began to blossom. You continued to sketch Lisa, your affection growing with each portrait. You longed to tell Lisa how you felt, but fear held you back from confessing your feelings for her. You couldn't bear the thought of ruining what they had, of losing the moments they shared. You prefer to stay in a friendship with Lisa even if it’s gonna break your heart to thousand pieces literally.

One evening, as the sun set in a blaze of orange and pink, Lisa invited you to her concert in Paris. It was a special event, celebrating the release of her new album. You arrived early while your heart pounding with anticipation. You found a seat in the front row, with your sketchbook clutched tightly in your hands.

The concert was a mesmerizing display of Lisa's talent, her voice weaving stories of love and loss, hope and heartache. As she sang the final song, Lisa's eyes met yours,she smiled—a smile that seemed to speak directly to your heart.

After the concert, Lisa approached you, her bag in her hand. "I've been meaning to tell you something," he stated, her voice tinged with nervousness.

Lisa’s face expression becomes more nervous and serious with each moment passing. She doesn’t know how to confess her feelings for you. Lisa was scared of showing her vulnerable side to you.

Your heart skipped a beat. "What is it?"

You saw the way Lisa took a deep breath. "I've noticed the way you look at me, the way you capture me in your art. And I need you to know... I've felt the same way. From the moment I saw you, I've been drawn to you. Your art, your presence—it means more to me than you can imagine."

Tears welled up in your eyes as you realized that your silent admiration had not gone unnoticed. "I've loved you from afar for so long," you whispered, your voice trembling. "I just never had the courage to tell you."

Lisa gently cupped your face in her hands, her doe eyes filled with affection. "You don't have to be afraid anymore," she whispered in a lovingly tone softly. "I'm here, and I feel the same way."

In that moment, under the soft glow of the empty stage lights, Lisa’s and your hearts found the rhythm together. Your love, once shrouded in silence, now flourished in the light of your mutual understanding with Lisa. As you both stood there, hand in hand, you knew that your dream had finally come true.

You actually couldn’t believe that Lisa would ever love you back. You thought you would always only be a fan and friend in Lisa’s eyes, until that exact moment. Lisa couldn’t wait to share her life while experiencing everything together with you.

[jinlias]

— Jinlias first year event! 🎀 🩷

okay, so my anniversary for this blog was in april, but i was swamped with work and school until june, so i decided to take my time preparing a cute little week for you guys in july with new stuff for you all to enjoy! 🩷

blackpink 🩷

1) “you’re a little shit, but you’re my little shit.” with lisa.

2) beso - rosé

3) the one where you and jennie are princesses of the bunch

4) jisoo refers to you as her wife.

twice 🩷

1) “i hope that in every life, you are there with me” with mina.

2) mom!jihyo headcannons.

3) public sex with momo.

4) being nayeon’s side bitch.

5) mina burns out.

itzy 🩷

1) making out with chaeryeong.

2) home can be a person - ryujin.

3) eating out sub!ryujin

4) sneaking with enemies!yeji.

[desiredfang]

❧ That Girl Is Posion

genre -> yandere

pairing -> black pink’s jennie x reader

warnings -> noncon kissing in the neck, jennie leaves hickeys on you, poisoning with a syringe

word count -> 0.1k

summary -> the rumors of her were true

“I know, I know. I know this hurts.” She pouts when you whimper from the pain. “I wish I didn’t have to do this either but I need to make sure that you can’t leave ok? Because if you leave me, things worse than being poisoned will happen.” You watch as she takes another small dose of the poison.

“That’s it. You’re such a good baby. Don’t worry I made sure that it wouldn’t kill you.” She sets down the bottle and the syringe, before laying in bed with you, cuddling you close. “What use do I have with a dead lover? Hm?” You can feel her start to leave kisses on your neck.

“Just do as I say, and nothing bad will every happen to you.” Her hands start to wander around your body, caressing it gently. “Just be good, and I’ll do anything you want and any thing you need will be yours.” You can feel her start to suck marks now.

The rumors where true. Poison wouldn’t kill you. Jennie Kim would though.

[yoo6ngi]

hobi icons !!!

like + reblog if used

[diormalfoy]

i was seeing ur blog and saw ur icon… (jisoo so pretty) and i thought about draco malfoy x idol reader (like jisoo)… could u write something like that? plss

flashing lights

pairing: draco malfoy x idol ! reader (fem)

includes: jealous draco, fluff, reader being a trainee, debuting, slytherin reader (that really doesn’t matter)

a/n: whoever requested this ily. this sounds so fun to write so i hope u like it! jisoo is my bias btw. love, grace.

You met Draco in the Slytherin common room during the first week of school and you two became friends very quickly. When you received a letter saying that you were accepted into the training system of the most famous music label in the wizarding world, along with other girls from Hogwarts too, you ran to hug him in excitement.

He was so supportive of you, often watching you practice for the monthly evaluations in your room and cheering you up. He knew that becoming an idol was your dream, and he did everything he could to help. He even offered to help you many times with your homework, knowing that managing school and training was a hard job. He saw how hardworking and smart you were, and all you really needed was his company and support. You had been very insecure about your talent, but he never stopped repeating that you were born for this and that you should never give up. Slowly, you two became closer and closer every day, and before you even realized, you were deeply in love with him.

He was so nervous of telling you that he had feelings for you, so he made sure to make something special to surprise you. He took you to the Astronomy tower and gave you a small music box with your favorite melody. Inside were two little figures of you two dancing. You started dating him that night.

In your fifth year, you finally debuted in a girl group called “Pink Magic” with three other girls, and soon became the most famous group of the Wizarding World. Everyone knew your name, which made Draco feel a little jealous, since people were giving you nicknames like “Charming Sweetheart” and boys will often stare at you or ask you out.

Draco tried not to miss any of your shows, and your growth amazed him more every time he saw you perform. Even at dark times, he would protect you and try to keep you safe from Voldemort or any harm. You were so lucky to have a caring boyfriend like him.

note : this was so fun to write i’m seriously thinking of making a part two 😭 you can keep requesting me ideas and also remember that english is not my first language so don’t be afraid of correcting me, i will appreciate it a lot. kisses, grace.

please like or reblog ♡

[darkstar225]

Twice's 10th member is Blackpink's Jennie little sister

A/N: I got an ask on Tumblr and I loved writing it, ty! :D

The request: can I make a request please!!! The request is where reader is Jennie secret lil sister!! Where Jennie absolutely adore reader as Mus as twice adore the maknae and Jennie fighting over reader from twice!! Where Jennie is like ('this is my sister so we goes to vacation first) and twice responded ('nu uh')

PS: Tysm for everyone that reads what I write, I hope I can bring a smile to your faces every time I post! I'd like to thank whoever sent me this idea 'cause I loved to write it <3

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The sun was shining brightly as Jennie walked briskly down the bustling streets of Seoul. Dressed in a chic black outfit, her long dark hair cascading down her back, she exuded confidence and charisma. As a member of one of the most popular K-pop girl groups, BLACKPINK, she was used to the attention and adoration of fans and paparazzi. But today, her mind was entirely preoccupied with something else. Jennie had a secret, one that she had been carefully guarding for years. She was the older sister of a young girl named Y/N. Said girl was only 14 years old and the new youngest member of the rapidly rising girl group TWICE. Jennie smiled fondly as she thought about her sister, a talented and beautiful girl with a heart full of dreams.

Jennie and her cutie pie, as she started calling her ever since she was born, had a special bond, one that was known only to them. Jennie had taken on the role of a protective older sister, always looking out for Y/N and guiding her through the challenges of the entertainment industry. Despite the five-year age gap between them, Jennie adored her dongsang with all her heart. As Jennie made her way to the JYP Entertainment building, she couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and nervousness. She was about to reveal her secret to the TWICE members, who were her best friends. They had supported each other through thick and thin, and she knew they would embrace Y/N with open arms.

Entering the practice room, Jennie was met with the joyful chatter and laughter of the TWICE members. They were in the midst of rehearsing their latest hit song, their energy infectious and their dedication evident. Jennie watched them for a moment, her heart swelling with pride. Feeling a tap on her shoulder, Jennie turned around to see Nayeon, the eldest of TWICE and the one she's closest to between them all, smiling at her with curiosity gleaming in her eyes as she spoke. 

Nayeon - Jennie, what brings you here today?

Jennie took a deep breath, gathering her courage as she prepared to talk with a voice filled with a mix of excitement and nervousness. 

Jennie - I have something important to share with all of you, but first, promise me that you'll welcome this person with open arms.

The TWICE members exchanged puzzled glances but nodded in agreement. Jennie took a deep breath and called out her baby.

Jennie - Sweetie, you can come in now!

The door opened, and Y/N stepped inside, her eyes widening in surprise as she took in the sight of her fellow TWICE members. The room fell silent as the girls looked at the young girl, their faces a mix of shock and delight. Jihyo, as TWICE's leader, was the first to recover from her surprise. She rushed over to Y/N, enveloping her in a warm hug while she exclaimed something that caused the maknae to giggle. 

Jihyo - Oh my gosh, you're so cute! 

The other TWICE members quickly followed suit, surrounding Y/N with hugs and affectionate greetings. Dahyun, known for her bright personality, was the next to talk with enthusiasm.

Dahyun - We have the cutest maknae ever now!

Jennie watched the scene unfold, a smile playing on her lips. Her heart swelled with joy as she saw the genuine love and adoration the TWICE members showered upon her little sister. She was grateful for their warm reception, knowing that they would be an invaluable support system for her dongsang. However, as the excitement settled, Jennie couldn't help but notice a playful glint in Momo's eyes. Momo, known for her mischievous nature, stepped forward and smirked.

Momo - Well, Jennie, since Y/N is part of the TWICE family now, shouldn't we take her on a vacation first?

Jennie's eyes widened in mock disbelief. 

Jennie - Oh no you don't, Momo. Y/N is my sister, so of course, we should go on a vacation first!

A mischievous grin spread across Sana's face as she chimed in. 

Sana - I think our newest TWICE member should decide. Sugat, who do you want to go on vacation with first? Your big sister Jennie or us?

Y/N looked at the expectant faces of both groups, her eyes wide with wonder. She hesitated for a moment before breaking into a mischievous smile as she asked a question that made both groups burst into laughter. 

Y/N - Can we all go on vacation together?

Jennie and the TWICE members exchanged amused glances, realizing that they were in for an adventure like never before. As the laughter filled the room, they knew that their bond would only grow stronger with the addition of their sweet youngest. Jennie couldn't contain her excitement as the day of the vacation arrived. She had meticulously planned the itinerary, ensuring that her babygirl would have the time of her life. The anticipation filled the air as the two groups gathered at the airport, their fans sending them off with cheers and well-wishes. As they settled into their seats on the plane, Jennie glanced over at Y/N, who was wide-eyed with excitement. She squeezed her sister's hand, reassuring her that the adventure was about to begin. The members of TWICE, sitting across the aisle, exchanged playful glances, ready for the friendly competition that lay ahead.

The first destination on their journey was a tropical paradise, an island known for its pristine beaches and crystal-clear waters, Jeju Island (no idea if I'm correct guys, just imagine pls lol). The moment they stepped foot on the sandy shores, the TWICE unnies couldn't contain their excitement, immediately running towards the water like a pack of joyful puppies. Jennie, however, had other plans. She grabbed her sister's hand and pulled her in the opposite direction, as she declared with a mischievous smile that she intended to spoil her little sister, towards a luxurious beachside villa she had booked for their stay. 

Jennie - We're going to relax and enjoy some quality time together.

But TWICE wasn't about to let Jennie have all the fun. As soon as they realized what was happening, they formulated a plan of their own. With Momo leading the charge, they mobilised the members and devised a strategy to lure their cute maknae away from Jennie's hands. The next morning, as the sun rose over the horizon, Jennie woke up to find Y/N missing from their shared room. Panic gripped her heart, but just as she was about to launch into a search, she received a message on her phone. It was a picture of Y/N, standing in front of a vibrant marketplace with the TWICE members, each holding a handful of shopping bags. The message read: We've taken our kid on a shopping spree! Catch us if you can! 

Jennie's competitive spirit kicked in, and she raced through the villa, determined to find her sister. The chase was on. Throughout their vacation, the two groups engaged in a friendly rivalry, each competing for Y/N's attention. BLACKPINK would take Y/N on thrilling adventures, from zip-lining through dense forests to exploring ancient temples. Meanwhile, TWICE would whisk her away to amusement parks, indulging her in every delightful treat and thrilling ride. The days turned into weeks, and the laughter echoed across every destination they visited. The bond between the two groups grew stronger, and Y/N found herself torn between the love and attention showered upon her by both BLACKPINK and TWICE. But as the vacation drew to a close, Y/N knew that she didn't have to choose. She had become a cherished member of both groups, and the love they had shown her was immeasurable. She approached Jennie, her eyes shining with gratitude.

Y/N - Unnie, I don't want to pick sides, I love you and my TWICE unnies equally. Can't we all be one big family?

Jennie's heart swelled with pride, and she enveloped Y/N in a tight embrace. 

Jennie - You're right, love. We are one big family, and nothing can change that.

The members of TWICE joined in the embrace, their smiles bright and their hearts full. It was a moment of pure love and acceptance, a testament to the power of music and the bonds it could create. As they bid farewell to the tropical paradise and returned home, BLACKPINK and TWICE knew that their journey was just beginning. Their collaboration had transcended the boundaries of music, forging lifelong friendships and a sisterhood that would endure. From that day forward, Jennie, Y/N, and the members of TWICE became inseparable. They shared laughter, tears, and dreams, supporting each other through the highs and lows of their careers. And whenever they looked back on that unforgettable vacation, they would remember the joy, the love, and the unbreakable bond they had formed, making them have only one thought:

I am proud of our chosen family.

A/N: I apologise for any errors, English is not my first language. Pls, let me know if there's something wrong, ty for reading <3