#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!

[jaeyunluvbot]

i see the light

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

word count 9.2k

NOT PROOFREAD

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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.” 

🪞♡₊˚ 🥐・₊✧ ホットチョコレート

“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.” 

🪞♡₊˚ 🥐・₊✧ ホットチョコレート 

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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[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.

[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.

[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

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About me

• my name's vivi, she/her, minor. Kpop stan since 2023

• Groups i stan: blackpink, stray kids, le sserafim, aespa, e'last, new jeans, ghost9, riize, ichillin'

• Other artists that i like: Laufey, Mitski, Lana del rey

• Fandoms im in: Marauders, Girl from nowhere, Nana

• My pinterest: here

My spotify: here