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Order and obey | Suyoo [NSFW]

Dreamcatcher; Kim Yoohyeon x Kim Bora.

Yoohyeon alpha, Bora omega.

⚠️W! Smut, Omegaverse AU, Bullying, Harassment, Explicit scene.

W; 6,5k.

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My back hit the locker so hard it made a loud sound, drawing the gazes of the other students towards us. <<Shit!>> I let out a loud groan of pain, bracing my hands on the cold metal behind me, glaring angrily at the alpha who had kicked me into them.

— Here there you again, Kim. — Handong said mockingly with a hideous, arrogant grin. — The queen cries out for your very presence, you useless alpha.

I let out a long, annoyed huff, standing up irritated.

This was just a normal day at school.

— Listen, nerd. — said the person who had sent me to harass. Her brown eyes fixed on me as soon as I looked up to see her. The corner of her lips turned up in a smile that could be considered psychopathic. She loved having me at her mercy. — Today is a good day, don’t you think?

— Oh, yes. It was. — i replied in a neutral and dull tone, extending a sheet of paper towards her. — Your homework. It’s all done, Bora.

The omega looked at me without expression, staring at the sheet in my hand. With her finger she pointed at the brunette alpha to continue with the routine. Siyeon nodded with a big smile, approaching me. My alpha felt on alert, indicating that I should defend myself, but today the most I could do was absolutely nothing. The older girl grabbed my sweatshirt with her fist and pushed me towards her. — What’s wrong, Yoohyeon? Aren’t you going to complain like always? — she said mockingly.

My mouth closed, speechless. Just analyzing Bora thoroughly. Her eyes never left mine, completely bright. It reflected curiosity and uneasiness. She had noticed my unusual reaction and that of course had disconcerted her.

─ It seems you have finally learned to keep your mouth shut. ─ Minji said, with a mocking and annoyed tone. My greatest enemy. ─ What's wrong with you today, Kim? ─ her characteristic smile disappeared. Now it is replaced by a gloomy look and a very serious grimace. ─ You are not shouting. You are not insulting. You are not even on top of me complaining about us or begging us to leave you alone. ─ she complained, releasing annoying pheromones.

Normally I am reactive and I would be on top of her protesting that I would not do such a thing. This time without lowering my head I had denied her what she so desired; humiliate me.

To her surprise, I raised an eyebrow in confusion. — Are you bothering me because I didn’t yell at you, insult you, or stand on top of you today? Wow, Minji. I didn’t know you had certain… peculiar tendencies with me. — the aforementioned couldn’t help but panic at my words. I had left her exposed. Minji opened her mouth to counterattack, but I quickly added; — But if that’s your problem, then we should fix it. What do you think?

Minji had been petrified.

The omega opened her eyes quite surprised by my disinterested and bored attitude. In disbelief, she turned to look at her group, finding the same surprised expression on all of them.

All of them… even Bora had done it too.

No one expected me to respond that way. No. Or rather, Bora didn't expect me to respond that way.

Minji's lips pursed, annoyed. She released me from Siyeon's grip and forcefully pushed me towards the lockers, putting her arm on the side of my head, cornering me.

My gaze followed Siyeon, watching as she walked away from me and wrapped her arm around Bora's waist in a very possessive manner.

My heart was pounding and my wolf was jumping very restlessly. I felt a huge wave of jealousy hit me all over my body.

I was going to get my revenge.

— You like being told what to do and what not to do? You like being treated like a dog, huh? It seems you haven't learned to obey yet.

Still calm, my lips lifted into a sarcastic smile, answering Minji, — Maybe if you knew how to control me, I wouldn't have to disobey you.

Minji was surprised by the response, not expecting me to play along. She leaned a little closer to my face, her voice lowered to a whisper. — What are you implying, Yoohyeon? That you would like me to treat you like… one of my bitches? — i shrugged, holding my defiant gaze. The dominant omega let out an excited laugh. Her lips curved upward, shining like a star. — Maybe. Why not? After all, it seems like there’s a lot to teach you.

— You’re the most eager for us to be alone, aren’t you? What’s stopping you?

Our faces continued to get closer. Closer and closer, to the point where our breaths collided.

— Hey, don’t get too close. — the pink-haired omega warned me. I turned my gaze back to her, making eye contact. Her brow furrowed and her face changed to a furious expression. Bora bit her inner lip in annoyance.

Her doing that caused great satisfaction and pleasure inside me. My alpha howled excitedly.

─ Why are you bothering me? Here Minji wants to teach me one thing with all her might. To obey. ─ i said with the sole intention of provoking her. ─ Or do you want to do it?

Bora's hand became a fist, clenching furiously. A slight flash of pain ran through her eyes thanks to my words. Little by little I could smell her strawberry scent.

─ No one will do anything with you, useless. ─ Handong protested. Her murderous look made me laugh inside.

─ But it seems that Minji thinks otherwise, Dongie. — attack on her. Handong gritted his teeth angrily, with a jealous and annoyed look.

─ No one will be alone with you, Yoohyeon. ─ Bora barked. — You're crazy if you think that will happen.

A mocking smile was born from the corner of my lips, ecstatic. I have no self-control today. I leaned towards the pink-haired girl a few inches from her face. Our breaths collided, hers being very fast and loud. It's a feeling I love to be able to feel.

─ Is she going to punish me or will you?

─ Don't go too far, Kim. ─ she warned again through clenched teeth. ─ You know your limits. ─ she whispered.

But that caused my smile and pride to grow even more.

─ What are you going to do about it, Kim? As far as I know... this proposal is with Minji.

─ Shut up... ─ she said in a tone audible only to me. Pleading with me with his gaze. But I wasn't going to stop.

─ Didn't you want me to learn to obey? Did you want my presence at first? Well, here I am. But it seems that one of your friends has other plans with me, I'm sure that in the end Minji and I will go to a dormitory-...

─ Shut up! ─ Bora ordered in a loud and demanding tone. I instantly closed my mouth, satisfied.

I am completely satisfied by her reaction and also by that of her group. I had done what I wanted so much in a long time and I couldn't be happier than ever.

Before I could say anything the bell announced the end of the break. Simultaneously with the discussion as well.

─ Come on, Minji. ─ Handong declared, red with fury.

She took the group leader's hand and pulled her away from me as far as she could. I sighed in relief that I had been able to survive the malevolent trio that harasses me daily. I had survived Minji.

At the same time, Bora walked away from me without looking at me at any time, along with Siyeon. The alpha held her by the waist, while looking at me over her shoulder, making me feel inferior.

I clenched my fists tightly, about to growl and protest.

But I have to keep my composure.

My fingertips touched the wooden floor, very slowly making as little noise as possible.

After the argument with the group of girls, I had taken all the time in the world to go back home. My best friend Yubin helped me waste time on some video games, but that didn't save me from absolutely anything.

The fight had spread like water in the facility. I expected nothing less from those gossipy people. Before I left, Yubin whispered to me to be careful and wished me good luck.

The light in the living room is off and there are no signs of anyone being in the house. Still cautious, I left my backpack on the couch and headed towards the bedroom, letting out a long yawn.

But, I never expected hands to grab me by the shoulders and roughly push me onto the bed. Or rather... our bed.

Without time to react or process what was happening, lips meet mine, starting a very rough and hot kiss. Her teeth bite my lip with fury and rage. I gasped in pain and pleasure.

I had been waiting for this reaction.

With both hands I grabbed Bora's hips and pulled her towards me, taking her to sit on my lap.

─ Who the fuck do you think you are?! ─ she muttered in the middle of our kiss. Her mouth broke away from mine and moved down to my neck, while her hand held my jaw tightly. ─ Treating Minji like that is not allowed, alpha!

I let out a muffled moan when he captured my pulse with her lips and sucked right there. My most sensitive place.

I closed my eyes, enjoying it. I admit that I love it like crazy when Bora lets herself be carried away by her dominant omega. Her mouth sucks and bites my skin at will, leaving marks and a sensation so satisfying that it is very inevitable that I cannot enjoy it.

My hands run down her legs, caressing the inside of her thighs under her skirt, my fingers sinking into her flesh dangerously close to her core. Bora gasps against my skin and bite even more.

─ Bora... ─ i moaned after her kisses and bites.

She pulled away from me and her hand tightened on my neck. ─ i repeat it again. Who do you think you are to talk to Minji like that? ─ she said through clenched teeth, just inches from my lips.

I opened my eyelids to make eye contact. And my crotch hardened with just one look. Bora's eyes were completely black with lust, and on top of that, her pheromones also gave off annoyance and jealousy. There was no trace of love, nothing but fury and fire.

I gulped as I felt momentarily intimidated. It made me feel so small. That I was her prey. It's so complicated to speak or formulate any words.

─ I-I... ─ i stuttered.

Shit.

─ Ah. Are you stuttering now? ─ she growled. ─ What happened to that confidence you had today? Does Minji bring that out in you?! ─ her harsh and cold tone sent all kinds of currents through my body. I pressed my hands against her skin seeking comfort, but her free hand pulled them away instantly. ─ No, you're not allowed to touch me for now, Yoohyeon!

─ Baby... ─ my lips form a pout releasing my pheromones, but her brow furrows.

─ It's not to be expected that she likes you. You're always fighting and arguing, ─ i already knew where this conversation was going. She's jealous. ─ But for you to respond with interest and challenge me like that for her... it makes me so envious. You challenged me, Yoohyeon!

─ Bboya... ─ i tried.

Her hand on my neck squeezed me even harder, cutting off my breathing a little. I moaned, wanting to break free. ─ I know you love me, but I can't help but feel jealous, alpha.

─ Baby... you know I was just playing with her. Nothing more. ─ but her grip tightened even more. ─ Y-You know... how Minji reacts to my jokes.

─ But it doesn't have to be like this, Yoohyeon! ─ she growled. ─ I allowed them to make fun of each other, it's not like you invited her to fuck! Do you want to fuck her? Is that it?

─ It's not like that, Bo-... ─ but her hand interrupted me.

In a quick movement, Bora had put her hand in my pants and grabbed my member tightly. I closed my eyes at the rudeness, but that didn't stop me from getting even harder.

─ You want Minji to do this to you, alpha?! ─ her thumb stroked circles on the tip of my length, drawing soft moans from my mouth. ─ Don’t you want to imagine her? Touching you like this. Pleasing you. It turns you on to think about her, doesn’t it? ─ my head shook slightly as her hand squeezed me. I gasped hard.

─Bora… ─ i called.

She squeezed me hard again and I moaned.

─ Answer me, Yoohyeon!

─ N-no Bboya…!

Suddenly her movements stop. Bora pulls her hand away without a second’s hesitation. ─ What would you do if Siyeon wanted to fuck me? Would you like that?

The mention of Siyeon made my jealousy come out again and my alpha growled internally as she remembered the scene in the hallway. Remembering how Siyeon grabbed my girlfriend made me see red. Bora is my omega. I will never allow her to be with another alpha. Because she is my omega.

I moved my hand to her neck, grabbing her jaw and squeezing. Now I'm jealous and upset. ─ Now they want to fuck someone else? That's why he grabs you like you're his, right?! ─ i growled.

─ That's not the case Yoohyeon!

─ Yes it is! ─ i replied furiously, clouded by jealousy.

— Speak up, the one who hinted at wanting to fuck another omega!

─ Do you like the attention of other alphas? I'm your alpha, Bora! My scent has to be impregnated, not his on you!

Suddenly her gaze sharpened and only caused my legs to tremble.

─ There you are, alpha. ─ she whispered near my ear. Shit and more shit. His hand left my body and she smiled arrogantly. ─ Don't be shy tonight. I've waited for you, pup. ─ she added later.

I frowned in confusion. Bora got up from my legs and left the room. After a few minutes she returned again with a black bag and left it on our nightstand.

She grabbed my blouse and dragged me to the head of the bed, indicating that I should sit there. Bora instantly took a seat on my lap.

In a deft movement she pulled one of my ties from somewhere to obstruct my view with it.

─ Bora-… what-…? ─ i tried to complain, but her finger on my lips silenced me.

─ Today I am the one in control. You just obey. ─ she ordered in a firm voice.

She was the queen who gives orders. Orders that must be obeyed no matter what.

Now with the lack of sight, I feel the tips of her hands take mine and guide them somewhere. The first thing my fingertips touched was fabric. From the texture of it I can guess that it is her shirt. Blindly I took the tip of each one and pulled hard, opening her white shirt, letting the buttons fly everywhere.

Now I have her bare skin in front of me, exposed to my mercy. My chest swelled and my crotch jumped in joy, along with an excited gasp from my mouth.

─ Bora... — i say excitedly.

─ Lean into me.─ she orders. Without hesitation I lean forward, bumping into her collarbone.

I opened my mouth, leaving kisses on her skin. Her breath caught in her throat for a few brief seconds, but that didn't stop me. ─ Lower. ─ she murmured. I took her waist with both hands, slowly descending my kisses until I reached the beginning of her valley. At this point her breathing began to speed up and was much heavier. I know what I have to do. ─ R-Right there… ─ she said when I found her chest with my mouth.

I took her into my mouth and Bora moaned loudly. Music to my ears. Her hands wrapped around my hair, squeezing hard, enthralling me to continue. I was proud of myself for making Bora a mess on top of me. — Yoohyeon… — she gasped loudly.

My hands pushed her body against mine as my tongue formed circles on her breast, devouring them with hunger and need. Strings of saliva connected my mouth to her skin, as I sucked and played with her swollen, sensitive nipple. Bora moaned uncontrollably, thrusting her hips into me.

Suddenly her body leaned back, bringing us to lie on the mattress. The next thing I felt was my shirt riding up my body until I pulled it off.

— This is in the way, — she said, her voice thick with desire. — I need to feel you, Yoohyeon.

— I’m at your disposal, omega.

I guided my mouth between her bare skin until I reached her lower belly. Desperate, I removed her last of the clothes that prevented me from reaching my goal. Bora was finally free of any obstacles. ─ Yoohyeon, wait! ─ she suddenly ordered. My body froze by inertia. ─ Wait alpha, there is something I must do. ─ she added later.

I let out a frustrated and annoyed growl. Bora noticed my impatience and let out a small laugh. The next thing I could hear was how she had gotten up from the bed and the rustling of a bag. The sound of a lid opening echoed throughout the room and Bora returned to her original place under my body. ─ Now yes. Go on with your thing, alpha.

I didn't hesitate for two seconds to sink between her legs, hugging them. My mouth descended deep inside Bora, parting her legs and sliding my tongue between her sweet folds. Her sweet nectar tastes sweet like candy as her juices cover my mouth in one fell swoop. My eyes glistened in ecstasy. Her fingers tangled in my hair and she arched her back, opening her mouth and letting out an audible moan.

Her essence dripped from my mouth and lips, staining my chin as I pulled away from her legs. — Strawberries and chocolate. — i said, captivated by the taste I recognized a moment ago. Her eyes closed and she smiled as she panted heavily. My tongue ran across the surface of my lips, tasting every trace of what seemed to be syrup and her essence.

— You like it, Namu? — she asked in an innocent yet teasing tone. I nodded quickly. — Then, bon appetit. It’s all yours.

Her words had hit me, heating up my entire body. I moved back down her body, but this time more motivated. My tongue moved freely, fascinated by her moans and her flavors. ─ Mmh, Yoohyeon… it feels so good… ─ Bora brought her hand to her mouth to keep quiet. I could feel her thighs tremble under my touch, moving her body and pushing herself towards me for more contact. I know the position provides good stimulation and I’m driving her crazy. I needed more. Bora wants even more.

Her cries become impossible to hide. Her hand no longer helped her keep control, she could no longer stay quiet. ─ Oh, fuck… ─ she moaned. Her body shuddered even more as I found her most sensitive spot, trembling with every touch.

As her mouth was no longer obstructed, Bora let her words come out breathlessly. ─ Yes… that, yes… keep going like that… ─ she said with a broken voice. I pushed my tongue deep and Bora lost it. — Oh… oh god, Yoohyeon…

— Tell me how good it feels, little bird. — I said, giving myself a brief moment to tease her.

In response, her hand pushed me down, desperate to have my attention again. She had no intention of taking too long either, because the pleasure I give my omega was my pleasure too. Her legs squeeze me and her tugs on my hair are more intense from the stimulation. — Yes! L-Like that, alpha! Don’t stop! — Bora cried out, her hips moving faster and faster towards my mouth, craving the next release.

Deep inside me I feel how proud and restless my alpha is. She’s excited, proud to be the one who had Bora’s omega in this condition.

I work very hard on her folds, sinking, twisting and flicking my tongue over the places I knew drove her crazy. Bora’s eyes roll back, as her head falls back. — Ah! O-Oh, gods! Don't stop, don't stop!

The room is soon engulfed in flames. It's too hot. Our pheromones are even more intense when they're together, almost suffocating.

My scent is almost imperceptible to other people, even if I was going into heat, the scent isn't felt too much. That's why I'm considered a great alpha. But that changed completely when I met Bora. Her omega and my alpha are predestined, we knew that the first time we looked at each other. We discovered that being by her side, my pheromones are stronger, or at least when my alpha and her omega connect. Like now.

─ A-Ah! A-Alpha I'm cumming! I-I... I-I...! ─ she announced with difficulty. Each of her words came out with a gasp or moan.

Her climax came almost without warning, filling my mouth with all of her sweet candy, making my eyes close from the mix of her taste and her wonderful screams. Her legs wrap around me trapping me there, preventing me from leaving. But, it allowed me to listen to the best scene.

Inside I feel a little upset for not being able to directly admire the way Bora writhed for me, but I could imagine how her body arched, how her beautiful parted lips would release the most beautiful melody, while her eyebrows furrowed in the sexiest expressions that only she could give me.

Very slowly her legs unwrap my body until I am finally free. I try to get up, but a strong tug on my crotch made me stop. I had focused so much on pleasing her and serving her, that I had forgotten about myself. I bit my lower lip avoiding giving away my urgent need, but I forgot that Bora could see me.

─ What's wrong, alpha? ─ she asked with her voice between broken and heavy. A slight concern was in it, but also an amused one.

─ N-Nothing, omega.

─ Tell me, Yoohyeon. We can turn it up, baby.

Again I pressed my lips. Her words hit me along with a wave of pleasure. My member throbbed with each of her words, it's so painful to this point.

─ I-I can't see you. ─ I said barely. ─ I want to see you, Bebe. It's unfair not to be able to appreciate each of your expressions.

Judging by the brief silence that was generated in both, she was considering it. ─ It's the right punishment for you, alpha. ─ Her hands rested on my shoulders and guide me back, not to lie down, but to take a seat.

Not being able to see her and not knowing what's going to happen makes me a little anxious and excited.

The next thing I feel is her unbuttoning my pants, carefully lowering the zipper. A playful smile appeared on Bora's lips, slowly pulling down my pants. My cheeks blushed. I feel almost exposed to her. Not knowing what her gaze is conveying is driving me crazy with nerves.

─ Alpha... ─ she moaned, calling me. My senses were heightened by just one word. ─ Look at you. ─ i opened my mouth in embarrassment to say something, but nothing came out. I could only be silent. Her fingers caressed my entire length over the fabric. My eyes closed and a gasp came out of my mouth. ─ You were so good, it really was excellent, alpha. You were so obedient to me. ─ little by little the elastic of my underwear was lowered until it came out completely. I can feel Bora's gaze drilling into me, I can feel her hunger and her excitement. ─ It hurts, doesn't it, alpha?

My head nodded slightly.

─ Please... ─ i begged.

─ What would Minji say if she saw you in this condition? So obedient, so submissive and pleading. ─ the tips of my ears turn red. I feel embarrassed. I bit my lower lip to keep from saying anything. Her body climbed onto mine in one movement, bringing her hands to my cheeks. ─ She's so hasty, she wouldn't appreciate you, just like me. I bet she would have already thrown herself at you.

─ And you?

Her body shifted a little, bumping into my member on purpose, making me sigh. ─ Me what, alpha?

─ Y-You... would you have jump on me? ─ i dared to ask. Her eyebrows rose, surprised. Bora tilted her head to the side and smiled.

─ Would you like me to jump on you, alpha? ─ her center collided with my member, eliciting more moans from me. ─ Feeling my walls enveloping you… ─ she murmured near my ear, still moving her hips. I nodded slightly. ─ …feeling my heat and wetness, squeezing you so good… ─ her lips ran down my neck, kissing me so slow and so soft. My mouth opened releasing light grunts. ─ Making me jump on you, moaning your name, making me yours and only yours. ─ Bora rose on her knees, grabbed the base of my penis with her hand and guided it to her core. My chest throbs fast. ─ Is that what you want, alpha?

─ Yes. I want it, omega.

─ You have complete control over me. Take me to paradise.

Bora slowly let her body fall all over my base. We both moaned at the same time. It feels too good for my taste. Her lips met mine and we melted into a deep kiss. Our tongues meet and begin a battle for dominance. My hands traveled to her waist, gripping her so tightly that my fingers could be marked on her skin. I guided her hips, rocking her with my body, while she closed her eyes and my teeth bit her lower lip. Bora moaned following the rhythm that I am setting.

─ Yoohyeon... ─ she moaned my name loudly in my ear, going up and down faster. As if it were possible, my member grew and grew inside her, touching places that I didn't want to touch yet. ─ F-Fuck! ─ Bora screamed. Her nails dug into my shoulders, while I screamed in pain. I closed my eyes and my head fell back from the pleasure.

─ O-Omega... ─ i try to call out, but her lips interrupt me.

─ Y-You're... so b-big... ─ Bora moaned hurriedly. ─ Y-You feel so big, alpha! ─ her trembling hands went to the knot of the rope that blocked my view. ─ Open your eyes and look at me, Namu... ─ she said with a broken voice. ─ Look at me, alpha...

With difficulty I opened my eyes, observing in detail the way Bora was. Her pink hair was disheveled, but at the same time her locks were in the right places, which made her look so beautiful and sexy at the same time. Her lips were parted, panting and moaning almost incoherent phrases. Her toned and soft body, almost porcelain, swayed on mine while drops of sweat fell down her neck, running down the valley of her breasts to her abdomen until they were lost in our union. She is so beautiful that it hurts. Visually it is a wonderful work of art that you would have to admire from afar, why such beauty could be considered unreal.

Her eyes connected with mine. Their brown color now wrapped in a dark color, reflecting the desire and pleasure in them made a strong wave of pride and ecstasy run through me. My fingers tightened on her waist and a loud growl left my throat, once again I grew bigger in her as if it was totally unreal.

That's what Bora did to me.

Her eyes rolled back in her head as her nails dug between my shoulders and back. ─ O-Oh, fuck! Y-Yo-Yoohyeon! ─ she screamed above me. ─ You're going to kill me, alpha!

─ It's... It's what I want, Bebe.

─ I love how big you feel! ─ i scream desperately. Her eyes closed often, making an effort to keep them open to look at me and let me know how much she's enjoying it. This kind of pleasure was something new for both of us. ─ Y-You got me, alpha! Take me... however you want, Y-Yoohyeon! ─ her tone of voice was wrapped in need and urgency, almost begging for me. Bora is not an omega who lets herself be dominated many times, but when she got into that role, she made me feel a multitude of things. — Please… don’t stop.

My shaking hands took control again, leading her to move on top of me. Our mouths opened and loud moans came out of there. I had to refrain from taking her too hard since Bora is not used to this kind of size and I even less.

Knowing that now I can not only hear and feel her, but I can see her as well. She was quite a sight to me. Her hips move even faster, taking us to greater pleasure. — Omega… — i growled against her neck.

— F-faster! — she implored, digging her nails into my skin. Our movements continued, but I wanted to take her to another level. I want Bora to know true paradise. One of my hands remained on her waist, while I raised the other to her breast, taking one in my palm and the other again with my mouth. My Bora's back arched and her head fell back, mouth open, letting her melody flow. — A-Ah! B-Baby!

That's the kind of reaction I was looking for in her. I ran my thumb over her nipple playing with them. My tongue ran all over her skin, sucking, licking with such hunger. Her hand clung to my wrist squeezing it tightly. Between my lips I took her pink bud and stretched it lightly, receiving a great shower of moans and babbles. ─ A-Ah... N-Nam-u... No... stop... no, I won't... stop! Oh, Shit! ─ Bora had a hard time saying a word without a moan or gasp coming out in between. Her face was flushed, her eyebrows furrowed just as I had imagined. That expression on her face was the one I was looking for.

Once her breasts were swollen and well defined, I knew I had to continue with what I so desired. My grip returned to her hips, guiding her to slow down the pace, until she was still. Wordlessly I helped her up carefully, laying her body down on the sheets. Her red cheeks and bright eyes conveyed more than I could imagine. Her chest rose and fell at a rapid pace, still not recovering. She looked so exhausted. ─ You are so beautiful, omega.

Her hand reached out to me, calling me. I took the back of her hand and planted a long kiss there. ─ Open wide, omega. Don't be shy. ─ her eyes moved to the other side, away from me. Her legs didn't move as much, which told me she was embarrassed. A big smile spread across my lips and with both hands I slowly spread her legs, settling in there.

Moans of anticipation came from my still sensitive omega. — Alpha… — i begged softly. I kissed her lips softly, conveying calm.

I guided my length to her entrance, slowly pushing my head between her folds. Her moans didn’t take long to come, nor did my grunts.

I moved until I was inside her, not letting anything out. Bora bit her lips hard. She feels so full, I was so big and I was driving her crazy. Probably no alpha made her feel like this. And that made my mind spin all over the place. — H-how is it possible that you fill me so much, alpha.

─ That's what it does, omega. ─ Bora bites her lip in embarrassment to prevent a proud smile from appearing. But I know letting her know that boosted her ego.

To tease her, I rocked back and forth without warning, causing her to suddenly frown and hit my shoulder with her hand. ─ Alpha! ─ she protested. A smile from ear to ear forms my lips, moving back and forth slowly.

Her walls squeezed me so good. It felt so wet inside and so warm. I've never been so rough or ruthless with her, but today I felt like it. I pressed my lips together, avoiding my deepest desires at all costs, focusing only on her and her cries of pleasure.

Her hand reached for my arm, grabbing me with difficulty. ─ F-Fuck me, baby. I... I know you want to, alpha. ─ her words hit me.

─ N-No... Bora-...

─ Fuck me harder. That's an order. ─ her eyelids were about to close, she can't keep his gaze on me for too long. That drives me crazy.

Without a second's hesitation I pushed back and then in again, going deeper and deeper, thrusting hard. Her fingers dug into my back, urging me on for more. My thrusts slowly gained strength and speed, hitting every spot right inside my omega. It feels so good. ─ J-Just like that, alfa! Don't stop!

At some point my grunts turned into moans. The room was flooded with our voices, our chants in unison. It was a beautiful thing to hear. ─ Gods, Bora... ─ i moaned his name out loud. Her back arched and her eyes rolled back in her head. My fingers dug into her flesh, squeezing hard. With every movement I can clearly see her body bouncing with every thrust. She has me mesmerized.

— Alpha! — she cried out loud. — I-I… I… mmh! — at this point neither of us could say anything coherent. I knew her orgasm was coming, as much as mine was. — Ah, yes! Namu! I-I… g-god!

Pleasure was clouding us both. My eyelids were squeezed shut, my mouth clenched tightly as I held on for all I could. I wanted to get to her. Bora’s legs wrap around my waist, trapping me but giving me a better position. She pulled me into her body, moaning in my ear. — M-mark me alpha!

That was the last of her commands, and I obeyed. I moved closer to her neck where my mark was, I let my fangs out to pierce my omega's skin, reopening the mark. My alpha growled proudly, while Bora squealed. This had been enough for both of us to reach the maximum.

─ O-Oh, fuck, oh! ─ Bora's body pressed against mine, arching her back. Her nails ran all over my back, where they will leave their marks. Her voice sounded so heavy, but so full of desire and satisfaction. From the back of my throat slipped a loud growl claiming Bora completely mine.

My mind was so clouded with all the pleasure that I had forgotten something and it was the knot. Bora moved restlessly beneath me, but when I wanted to move away, it was too late. ─ I-I-Yoohyeon... no... your k-knot... gods, it h-hurts!

My fangs emerged almost immediately from her flesh, licking and kissing the area carefully. — I… I’m  sorry, omega, — i said in a slow, heavy voice, taking long breaths of air. — I had… completely forgotten.

I’m completely embarrassed. I kissed her cheeks and forehead with much love, transmitting calm and tranquility to her. But that wasn’t going to save me completely.

─ H-How can you forget something like that?! A-Ah!

─ Don't move, Bora.

I carefully brought our bodies into a position that was pleasurable for my omega and wouldn't hurt so much because of our union. Bora lay down on my chest, letting me hold her for as long as the knot lasted. I tangled my fingers in her pink locks, playing with them. My fingers made circles on her waist, calmly too.

─ You are... you are the best, alpha. ─ she said suddenly.

─ Was I?

─ Yes. You are. ─ her face lifted to look directly at me, just like she likes to do. ─ I... I got carried away by my omega. I'm sorry.

My head turned confusedly to the side. ─ Are you sorry? I'm not. ─ i said sincerely and a small complaint escaped her, making me laugh. ─ Don't get me wrong, Bboya. I'm sorry for provoking Minji like that too. I know it's not allowed, but if I hadn't… we wouldn't be like this now.

─ Like what? ─ she murmured sarcastically. ─ You, tearing and knotting in me?

─ You know I don't mean that, Bebe.

─ Still… it's the first time I feel you grow twice in a row. ─ Her cheeks turned crimson red, moving her eyes to the other side. My smile widened and I kissed her forehead tenderly.

─ Did it hurt a lot? ─ My hand that was previously playing with her hair was now carefully cupping her cheek. My thumb caressed her soft skin.

─ You felt better than ever, Namu.. ─ she answered without shame. ─ I love it when you let your alpha take control, just like my omega lets himself be carried away by him.

─ After all, they are predestined, Bora. ─ i reminded her. A genuine smile appeared on her pretty lips.

─ True. ─ after that, she let her head fall back onto my chest. We were both totally calm, completely content with each other's company. Neither of us needed to say anything. We complemented each other so well. Just when I had felt my knot go down enough to pull out, she decided to add; ─ I think... I'd like you to know about us.

Her words hit me like a bucket of cold water. It wasn't something I expected to hear from her mouth. I looked at her completely stunned. It's something impossible to believe. ─ W-Would you let them know that we're dating? ─ Bora nodded confidently. ─ Will everyone... know that I'm your alpha?

─ We don't have to if you don't want to, Namu.

─ I-I do! ─ i exclaimed excitedly. ─ I-I'm your alpha, Kim Bora!

─ You're my alpha, Kim Yoohyeon. ─ her hand caressed my cheek and she leaned down to kiss my lips. ─ And everyone should know.

My eyes shine with complete excitement. Knowing that soon everyone would know that Kim Bora is not only my partner, but also my predestined one, is something I had longed for for quite some time. Everyone would know about us. I could be with her during breaks or when we shared classes. She and I... wouldn't have to hide anymore.

Excitement coursed through me, turning into something more than that. Bora's body moved against mine and her face scrunched up in confusion, pink rising to her cheeks. — Namu... w-why are you growing again...? Oh no!

It's too late. My alpha and I loved the idea of announcing our relationship, so much so that the excitement turned into ecstasy. And that should be celebrated.

— We're excited, omega!

— Y-Yoohyeon... — she moaned. — How can news like that get you excited, babe?

— You're my omega, Bora. Everyone should know. You deserve to be celebrated.

Bora's eyebrows rose in surprise and mockery. — You want to celebrate like that? — my head quickly shook. A small laugh left her lips and then she slowly moved. ─ It's okay. Whatever my alpha wants.

Her answer was enough for me to know that the next day neither of us would be attending class. Now that doesn't matter to me. I have Bora to myself for one more day. Completely to myself, like she's always been.

[dark-night-insomniac]

|Dreamcatcher reaction ~ them being clingy to you

| No warnings! Just fluff

| I hope you all enjoy this lovelies! Remember to take care and rest <3

| After a long day at work, all your girlfriend wanted was to be next to you

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Minji yawned as she stepped through the front door. After taking off her shoes and her jacket, she looked around for you downstairs.

She saw some food on the counter but still no sign of you so she decided on calling for you.

She frowned when she didn't hear any reply. She looked at her phone confused. No text from you and it was 6 pm, you should have been home by now. She pressed your name on her contact list and called.

You immediately picked up

‘’Hi baby!’’

‘’Where are you?’’ You could hear the slight pout in her voice

‘’Why, is everything okay?’’

‘’Yes I was just thinking you’d be home by now’’ she said defeated.

‘’Oh babe I’m just upstairs, I was listening to music and studying, I'm sorry I didn’t hear you!’’

Jiu hung up and raced upstairs, slowly down before opening the door.

‘’Hey, baby!’’ You exclaimed before glancing back down at your notebook

‘’How was your day?’’ You added

‘’Hmm I missed you’’ she said while walking closer to the bed before sitting down.

‘’I missed you too honey, I’ll just finish these quickly’’

She looked over your shoulder, seeing you busy writing a few notes.

After a minute you noticed her closing in on you. Letting her chest press against your back and her head lay on your shoulders.

‘’Im sorry I'm almost done’’ she simply hummed before leaving a soft peck on your neck. She just couldn't help it. She had been thinking about you all day, and now that your soft kissable skin was right in front of her, she had to give it attention.

You giggled at her action, noticing her getting a bit impatient for your attention. You closed your notebook and looked down at her, noticing her slight pout.

‘’You want a hug that bad?’’ You teased her, making her whine

‘’Come here’’ you completely turned to face her, opening your arms wide for her. She immediately let her body rest on yours, head snuggling closer to your heart.

You rocked her from side to side, leaving sweet kisses on her temples. ‘’How was your day baby?’’

‘’Can we just cuddle for now’’ she mumbled against your skin, making you giggle again

‘’Of course baby’’ you replied with another kiss, this time on her lips.

You let yourself completely fall against the pillows, bringing Minji in with you. She let her arms lay on your stomach and her head on your chest.

You placed a blanket over the both of you before reaching for the tv remote.

But before you could reach it, you felt her nudge her head against you repeatedly, even adding a small whine to her plea. ‘’Please play with my hair’’

You could do nothing but obey your wonderful girlfriend, quickly lulling her to sleep after her long day

As soon as Sua finished dance practice, she hurried home. The both of you had been too busy this week to spend more time together than the time you slept. She stepped through the front door and immediately called for you.

It was finally Friday and the both of you had ended early, it was a perfect night to spend time together after a long week.

You heard her and made your way to the entry. You smiled as soon as you saw her. As for Sua, she ran towards you without any warning and engulfed you in a hug. After saving yourself from falling, you spun her around laughing. She clung onto you and let her head rest on your shoulder.

Once you settled her down, she placed one behind your neck to bring you closer before kissing you. She cupped your face and deepened the kiss even more, leaving you smiling.

‘’Missed me?’’ You teased when she pulled back

‘’Yah!’’ She lightly slapped your shoulder ‘’I haven't seen you all week’’ and all in one sentence she had turned from offended to pouting.

‘’I know I'm sorry baby’’

When she clung onto you again that's when you realized her clothes were a bit wet.

‘’Do you come from dance practice’’ you asked still holding onto her

She nodded in your embrace. You didn’t mind the situation, warm, cold, damp, your girlfriend was still your girlfriend and you loved to be in her arms… but you sure wouldn’t pass the occasion to tease her.

You gently pushed her off of you ‘’Ah you’re all sweaty Sua’’ trying your best to look disgusted although a smile was clearly peeking through. Your girlfriend picked up on your teasing and immediately retaliated.

‘’Oh, you don't like this?’’ She grinned before she grabbed you and pushed herself onto you in a hug.

You faked being in distress and tried getting away but she caught you in her arms again. ‘’You’re not going anywhere y/n’’ she giggled

‘’Help!’’ You shouted before giggling along with her

She pushed you to the nearest sofa and made the both of you fall onto it before nuzzling closer to you.

You faked an escape once again, slightly moving your leg closer to the floor. Sua didn’t stop you this time, simply warning you,

‘’Keep up this act and you’ll regret it y/n’’ she said before slightly tickling you, making you squirm under her.

‘’I was joking jagi, I love you so much’’ you kissed her lips again.

‘’I love you too, trouble maker’’

Siyeon texted you as soon as her day was over. She had been eager to see you all day. With the comeback approaching she had been busy for most of the week and she was looking forward to simply relaxing with you.

She drove to your apartment before letting herself in with the key you had given to her.

She spotted you looking out onto the balcony. After taking her shoes off she silently made her way to you before hugging you from behind.

You slightly jumped. ‘’Ah! Siyeon, you scared me’’

‘’I'm sorry baby’’ she pouted before resting her chin on your shoulder

‘’It's okay honey’’ you giggled before turning back to look at her. You placed a few strands of hair behind her ear before placing your arms around her waist.

She simply stared at you, a smile drawn on her lips. She would often zone out while staring at you, but it always had the same heartwarming effect on you, one that reminded you of just how much you loved her.

‘’The earth calling Siyeon’’ you joked with a teasing grin

‘’Ah! Sorry’’ she giggled ‘’I just missed you so much’’

‘’So did I but we should go inside before my baby gets cold’’ you explained with a grin, to which she responded with a nod and her signature pout.

You took her hand and guided her to your bedroom before laying down on your bed. She wasted no time in joining you, letting her head rest against your clothed armpit.

‘’How was your day baby?’’ You asked while she put both her arm and leg above your body.

‘’It’s better now’’ she mumbled happily

‘’Same here but is that all about your day?’’ You questioned with a grin

She nodded against your arm, making you giggle. She grabbed your hand and interlaced her fingers with yours before playing with the skin on the back of your hand.

You loved when she was clingy, you’d never get enough of her warm embrace.

After an exhausting day at work, Handong was excited to go back home to you.

She had been recording her special clip for her fans all day and was now ready to rest for the evening.

She came straight back home to you. Not stopping back at the studio to review the footage or change.

The crew found it unusual for her to not want to do so but she just really wanted to be with you at the moment.She knocked at your door, thinking about hiding away to prank you, but ultimately not doing so, anticipation to see you being too strong.

When you opened the door, you were stunned. You didn't expect Handong to be back so early, but definitely not dressed so majestically after her long day at work.

She slightly smirked at your awe.

‘’So can I come in?’’ She teased

‘’Oh! Yes of course babe’’ you let her in and before you could put another word in she lifted you off your feet, in a secure embrace while she spun you around.

‘’Ah y/n I missed you’’ she admitted, letting her head rest within the crooks of your neck, where she could smell the recomforting scent of your perfume.

You wanted to tease her, but it was rare for you to see Handong so clingy so you opted to tell her just how much you missed her too.

She was like an exhausted child hanging on to a parent. You giggled when you looked down to see her face squished against you. You rubbed her head and squeezed her tight.

‘’Wanna go get changed, my love?’’ You suggested while still holding on to her. She simply nodded.

You led her to the bathroom where she asked you to take off her makeup for her with a pout.

‘’Okay princess’’ you giggled

She sat on the counter, her legs pulling you closer to her body. You gently wiped away the makeup from her face. Reminding her with each wipe just how truly beautiful she was, makeup or not.

Once done, you were to turn around to get her clean clothes but she pulled you back by your collar, enticing you with a sweet kiss you wouldn't be pulling out of just yet.

Yoohyeon called you as soon as she was done in the studio. She told you to join her at the dorm because she wanted to spend the rest of her day with you.

You obviously couldn't say no to your girlfriend. You teased her on the phone, saying you’d consider it, only resulting in her whining even more. Truth be told, you had been done with work for a while now and you were only waiting on her call.

You dressed in your coziest clothes before walking a few blocks out to join Yoohyeon at the dorm. You weren't sure if the girls had arrived yet, so you looked at your phone to see if she texted you again.

Before you could even get to the messaging app, the door was slammed open and the next thing you knew, a 5’6 foot puppy was hanging on to you.

‘’Im so happy to see you’’ she mumbled against your skin

You giggled, finding her adorable as always.

‘’I miss you to jagi’’ you kissed her forehead.

She pulled on your arm and guided you to her room quickly.

‘’I prepared a bunch of blankets on my bed for us!’’ She said excitingly

‘’And what would those blankets be for?’’ You faked being unaware of want she wanted

‘’Well...I thought we could spend the night cuddling with a movie’’ she looked down at your intertwined hands

You softly giggled before lifting up her chin for her eyes to meet yours ‘’I know my love, I would love that, anything to stay close to my beautiful partner’’ You smiled at her, making her own lips curve into a beautiful smile.

She quickly pecked your lips before pulling you onto the bed. She acted as if you were a plushie for her to cuddle. She guided you to sit against the pillow, then cuddled your side before pulling both your arm and leg over her.

You looked down at her with an amused face while she nuzzled her face within your shirt.

After a few seconds of admiring how incredibly adorable she was, she looked up at you.

You lifted one brow, a smirk plastering your face at how clingy Yoohyeon was to you. When she saw your teasing expression, she whined, gently hitting your chest

‘’cuddle me back, don't just stare’’ she mumbled

‘’Oh yes, of course, I'm sorry love’’ you smiled before bringing her even closer.

You had stayed over the night at the girl’s dorm. You and Dami were planning to watch one of your favorite series together this weekend.

Unfortunately, she was called in along with jiu and yoohyeon to record a few more lines in the studio. So she had left early this morning and it was now a little after 2 pm.

You slept most of the day off, waiting for your girlfriend to come back.

But since you had woken up at 1 and couldn't fall back asleep, you decided on writing in your journal for a bit. You were entranced by whatever you were writing that you hadn’t noticed that Dami had entered the dorm, only finding out when she entered her room.

‘’Hi my love’’ she grinned, placing her bag down before making her way towards you.

She plopped down on the bed onto her stomach before turning her head towards you.

You smiled at how adorable she was. ‘’How was it at work baby?’’

‘’It was fine, but I wanted to come back here with you’’ you could see a glimpse of a pout on her lips while her cheek was gently squished against the mattress.

‘’Well we're here together now’’ you smiled

‘’Hmmm’’ She nodded

She pulled herself up before moving behind you. You had been sitting close to the bed rest but not exactly against it, leaving a place for Dami to cuddle up against you like she usually would.

She pulled you closer to her, letting her arms and legs wrap around you.

‘’Ah there's my little panda’’ You giggled, you always loved when she would let herself be clingy this way, clinging like a panda to a tree.

‘’Can we watch our series?’’ She asked, placing her chin on your shoulder

‘’Yes of course babe’’ you replied

As you grabbed the remote, Dami let her hand snake up to your jaw, turning you towards her so she could kiss your lips

‘’I missed you’’

‘’I can tell’’ you teased, making you both giggle

The both of you stayed this way for a while, Dami did not let go of you for the rest of the day.

She seemed to sometimes try to not make it obvious though, following a bit late after you. And you’d always end up with her arms around you if you took too much time outside her room.

Gahyeon was so stressed for today. The music video recording would finally end after 3 consecutive days but her final scene, where a stunt was planned, would be recorded today.

Luckily, everything went well and the filming ended quite early, against all expectations.

Finally feeling the stress leaving her body, she let herself flop on the backstage lounge’s sofa. She breathed out and drank some water. She looked over at her phone and saw your name, remembering her that you were on your way to pick her up.

With all the stress she had been through, she almost forgot the sole reason why she had been motivated to get up this morning~ the fact that she’d spend the night at your place tonight.

Although she was exhausted after filming, she felt excitement brew inside of her. She grabbed her phone but before she could reply to you, she heard a knock.

She looked over to the already open door to see you standing there with a proud smile.

‘’Y/n!’’ She whined ‘’come here’’ she pouted, making you giggle

You made your way to the love chair, sitting down next to her before intertwining your hand with hers.

‘’How did it go baby?’’ You looked down at her, eyes full of love

‘’It went well’’ she replied, still with a pout

‘’Im glad, I'm so proud of you’’ you hugged her tired figure.

She stayed in your arms and felt herself relax even more.

‘’You want to go home now?’’ You asked, gently cupping her face, she nodded before following you. You grabbed her things while she changed and the both of you left in your car.

She wouldn’t let go of your hand during the ride, admiring you from the side while trying not to fall asleep.

Once you arrived at your apartment. You noticed that she was sleeping. You decided on bringing her bags inside before waking her up to go in. But when you did, she whined, asking for you to carry her. You laughed before picking up and bringing her inside.

You laid her on your bed before making your way out of the room to get some water. But Gahyeon whined at you once again, obligating you to lay down next to her and offer her all the cuddles she yearned for.

[severely-mentally-ill]

Hard thoughts w/hyung line cause I’m recovering from surgery and I’m bored and horny

Male reader, female readers DNI

We all know Chan can be a shy guy pretty often, and that especially includes during sex. Often times he has his face buried in a pillow, no matter what position he is in. He didn’t want to be seen in such a vulnerable and weak position, no matter how much he loved being in said position. He never liked the sounds he made either, but he couldn’t help it. The pillow helped, hiding his face and muffling his moans and whimpers, making it seem like he wasn’t really there. Of course, that wouldn’t do with you. Every time he was hugging the pillow to his face when you were on top of him, your cock buried deep inside of him, you would pull it away so he couldn’t hide that pretty face and pretty sounds you loved. It made him even more shy and flustered, covering his face with his hands. You had to grab his hands, interlock your fingers with his, and pin them to the bed next to his head. Although he didn’t like not being able to cover his face, he did enjoy being pinned down and holding your hands.

Minho likes to act all stoic, nothing affects him. Your kisses, your hugs, cuddling, holding your hand, words of affirmation and love—nothing. But you knew it was just a face he put up. You saw how his ears turned red when kissed his neck, you heard the small, almost silent sounds he made when you kissed, you saw the way his hands coiled up into fists when hugging, gripping your shirt tightly, you felt the way he leaned into when you cuddled, you saw the small smile and felt him squeeze your hand when you held his. It just took a keen eye, one you gained after months of dating. However, his front always fell the second your clothes were off and you were tangled up together on your bed. Everything he acted like he didn’t care for, he repeated to you. Minho liked to be on top, riding you, it was his favorite position. Not because he liked being in control, but because it meant he could show you his love. He could lean down and kiss your neck, he could hold your hands, he could cling to you, he could kiss you, he could whisper words of affirmation into your ear. He could show you his love while being vulnerable himself.

Changbin enjoys dressing up in all kinds of outfits, but his favorites are always the short skirts or short shorts. Specifically, he loves the ones that ride up so high that when he bends over even just a little bit, you’re able to see the bottom half of his ass. He loves teasing you, he loves showing off his body, you love seeing him so comfortable and happy with himself and his body, and you love seeing his body on display like that, so it’s a win-win. Of course, Changbin always feels so pretty in his outfits, so when you do get fed up with his teasing and finally take him, he always wants to keep the outfit on. He always wants you to take him in missionary when he’s dressed up, as it gives you a perfect view of the outfit and his pretty face. Or he also likes to ride you whenever he’s feeling particularly teasing and confident in his outfit. When he’s not dressed up, he only wants it one way—doggy style with his face buried in a pillow and his hands pinned behind his back. His ass is his favorite part of himself, and this position only makes it better.

Hyunjin has always loved facial hair, especially beards and stubbles. He loves the rough feeling under his hands when he holds your face, the feeling against his face as you and him kiss, the feeling against his neck when you give him hickeys—he just loves how it feels. He always thought you looked so hot with a stubble and it turned him on more than you can ever imagine anytime you ran your hands over it. He doesn’t like big, bushy beards or goatees or mustaches all that much, so you make sure your beard is never too big or small, mostly just keeping it to a stubble or something similar. He especially loves to run his hands along it anytime you’re pounding into him, which is why he loves missionary so much. He can trace along your beard and face while also looking up at the facial hair. The feeling of it on his hands during sex turned him on even more, making the experience even more intense. He always gets so sad and disappointed whenever he sees you shave, but oddly enough, he also finds it hot to watch you shave.

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Here’s a request for a yandere mommy sua where she’s a older woman who loves the reader and wants him forever tags feet worship mommy kink marking bdsm and multiple orgasms

Sugar and Salt

Yandere SuA / Kim Bora x Male Reader (Smut)

tags: femdom, feet worship, marking, jealousy, mommy kink, binding, creampie, oral.

WC:3365

thanks for the ask! Hope its to your liking.

not proof read

The strong scent of various roasts permeated through the room of the coffee shop. A locally run affair, a simple boutique building ran by a sweet couple. Thick wood chairs laid precisely against the walls, couplets with dark tables in the middle, gentle classical music played with the backing track of machines.

There was little going for you in this job, pitiful wages, no benefits and bitchy managers. However, you were desperate enough to stay. Getting through college needed subsidizing.

The whirring of the machine was felt around your hands, pressing down on the machine as you made another drink. All black coffee with no sugar, a gentle beep as the customer barked impatiently. "I've got fucking things to do asshole! Hurry up!" He growled, an older man. What little hair was left was grey and thin. Face redder than molten glass as he bellowed, a proper cunt. You pulled the boiling drink out the machine as your body resisted the urge to throw it at him.

" Here you go sir." Your lips curved into a customer service classic, voice dripping with fake sincerity as you pushed the burning hot dirt towards the disgruntled asshole.

He grabbed the drink off the counter and stormed off, leaving to whatever gig he had. Your lips separated, letting whatever gasp you were holding out go. Only a few hours to go.

-

Time seemed to slow to absolute zero, every cup of coffee served moved you inches closer to the shift being done, then you go again tomorrow, then Tuesday, then Friday. Finally the clock hit 7pm, finally time to pack up for the day.

The long chime of the bell took you out your thoughts, a woman walked in, dressing up in a noir suit. Which complemented her hair of a similar shade, she looked fairly older than you but no less attractive, her face looked stressed out as she approached. "I know you are closing, but please can you make an exception?" She asked, her eyes were pleading with your emotions, you shrugged.

"Sure. What do you want?" Your voice entirely devoid of anything, the words regrettably coming out your mouth. Looking the woman in the eyes while she smiled, "Thank you! Just a latte please" You made it quickly and without much thought, why would you have any? This job is monotous and it's easier to remain empty headed. You gave her the drink, the warm beverage transferred hands as she took it.

"4.99 Miss." You said, your body was shutting down with sheer tiredness, vision dimming slightly as it all came crashing down at once.

The woman looked at you in concern, brows raised as the money hit the counter. 20?? You paid it no mind as you yawned. Your ears sparked in pain as the room started to spin, body blurring in hot pain as you felt beyond fucked. The room spun around, the strange woman fragmented into multiple pieces, a never ending mirror of people. Your fingers found solace into the counted, gripping the soft granite as loud bells filled your ears. Your breath went thick and shaky. What is happening to you?

"Hello?" The loud sirens of a voice reached out to you "Are you ok-" You slammed into the hard ground.

-

The world came back to you slowly, a blur of whites and blacks with no detail. Your ears rang out a hymn of misery with your heartbeat pumping through your very soul. Your vision equalised and the strange woman's face came into frame. You were laying in her arms, her body pressing against you. The soft fabric of her blazer rubbed against the bare skin of your arm.

"Morning sleepy boy, took a tumble there I see?" She spoke, a firm voice with little range. You lifted yourself from her body, you were still in the cafe. But the lack of sun confirmed that you were out for atleast a few hours. Your hand reached into the confines of your fabric, grabbing your phone. Horror washed over you when you saw the screen, shattered beyond repair. The black screen held a crater of glass in the centre, shit.

"No, no no no!" You shouted, you couldn't afford to be throwing money at expenses like this. You put the phone on the ground, hands reaching your face as you tried to keep it together. "Oh, dear that's not good." she said, before continuing. "I can replace it for you." You darted up, a gleam of hope shot through you. "R-Really?" you replied, voice stammering as you tried to maintain composure, she gave you a warm look. Standing up as her hand pulled you to your feet.

"Of course sweetie, you could have turned me around but you chose to be charitable. Let me pay it back." You couldn't believe her words, wrapping your hands involuntarily around her body. Embracing her as you squeezed her a bit giving her thanks. She hugged back as you promptly broke away. "Thank you! Thank you! I can't thank you enough, errr... May I ask? What's your name?" You said, arms raised in celebration as she smirked. "I will tell you my name if it becomes important. I will be back tomorrow, assuming you are here." The woman shrouded herself in mystery as you crossed your arms. She spoke so strangely, you would be lying to yourself if you weren't intrigued and also a little bit intimidated.

" Right, strange woman who has came to my aid, unfortunately I am working tomorrow so I'll see you then." You said, picking up the injured phone as you primed yourself to leave. The mysterious benefactor leaned in close, mere inches from your face as she kissed your cheek. " See you tomorrow cutie~" She whispered into your ear, causing a ripple effect in your entire body. She quickly left, giving you no time to process.

You locked the door, what the fuck happened tonight?

-

The next shift came quickly, you slept like a brick through the night. You were serving customers in the same way as yesterday, however it was significantly less taxing on your mental state. The looming thoughts of that girl gave you something to look forward to, the hours passed away relatively uneventfully. You grew antsy, what if she didn't turn up?

The afternoon passed away and your suspicions were put to rest, the woman arrived in a similar fashion to yesterday, a different black suit and a different blazer, 3 minutes till closing. She approached, "just a latte, lock up and come over to my table." her voice carries a sense of authority that had you reeling. You made her drink and came over to the table she sat at, nestled in the corner.

Her arm laid hung on the window as she stared you down, a gaze of curiosity as she eyed you up and down. " Thank you my good boy." The nickname went straight to your cheeks as you sat down. "I got you something" Her hand pulled out a phone, a much more expensive model than yours. "I, wow. Thank you." She slid it to you as you beamed.

"I'm Bora, but most people call me SuA. You?" She said.

"Y/N, nice to meet you Bora." You replied, taking a sip of the drink you made on your dime. You fucked up your own drink.

"Nice to meet you, take it this job is just a necessity?" She always got to the point, never leaving a moment to hang.

"Yeah, pays like shit but if it gets me through college." You kept it blunt as you drank again. Bora smiled as she thought. "What if it didn't have to be that way?" Her voice gave you questions, her body leaned towards you. "Wouldn't that be a dream." You dismissed her words. "It doesn't have to be, I'm a lonely woman. A lonely woman with wealth." Her fingers scratching against the wood, "I keep things blunt, honey. I need a sugar baby, my last one fled the country." Your body ran cold with her words, multiple reasons but mainly the fleeing part. She continued in your stunned silence, "I'll warn you sweetie, I can be a lot. Both in emotions and in the bedroom. But if you do what I want, you'll have all you could desire." You stared at her face with surprise, time seemed to freeze as the air grew cold around your face.

You were stunned, Bora clearly awaited for an answer, there was a lot to process in your mind with no time. But having better money could be life changing.

Fuck it.

"I don't think it's a good idea but sure. I'd like to see what it's about" She smiled, you felt like you were trapping yourself in a spiders web. But you had to try, "Good choice honey, how about we have our test drive now?" She purred seductively.

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You couldn't believe your hands, actively grabbing Bora's suit trousers, desperately unzipping them as her hand pulled your hair. You frantically pulled them off her legs, everything in life was moving quickly but this was something different. Your hands perched on Bora's thick thighs, a creamy white that was so alluring, "I don't bite honey, yet. But you can. " She said, granting permission as you pressed your lips into her thighs. Leaving wet trails as you worshiped her body, your teeth gently nicked her flesh as it turned red. You were rewarded with soft, deep moans as Bora let you prove your worth.

You felt a hinge of worry and guilt as your hands tugged at the older woman's underwear, leaving her core exposed to your eyes. Her sophisticated scent filled your nose, arousal that leaked out of her readily and in excess. "Be a dear and get to work." She said seductively, you weren't going to keep her waiting. Your tongue darted out into Bora's awaiting cunt, desperate for a taste. You licked up and down as your mouth filled with her taste, a unexplainable flavor that left you hooked for more. Her legs wrapped around your neck, giving you zero chance for escape as your entire mouth worked on her folds that were saturated with her slick. Your lips passionately making out with her bottom ones.

"You are being such a good pet for mommy, keep going..." She moaned, revelling in your enthusiasm as you kept going, alternating between licking her folds and sucking her clit. Her body grinded against your eager mouth, Bora's moans got louder and more impactful as she went from gentle utterances of pleasure to roaring screams of euphoria. "Fuck! I'm gonna cum! Mommy is going to cum all over your tongue!" She yelled, a surge of her juices ejected from her cunt as you were doused in Bora's intimacy. You pulled away, ignoring the raging hardness you felt in your jeans.

She came back to her senses slowly, her high ending as she smiled. Her eyes glossed over as she sat on cloud nine, eventually her body recovered. You were shocked by her quickness as she appeared in front of your cock, still covered by the fabric of your jeans. "You are mine, now let Mommy take care of your situation." she said, the next few moments a blur as suddenly her lips were on your tip.

It was certainly a long night.

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You and Bora had an interesting relationship, very few ground rules as you were hers and you knew that. Your boring coffee job was replaced by being Bora's companion, a job much more freeing as you were allowed more time on your studies. She had more money than she knew what to do with, paying for your course in it's entirety as her first act. She expected stuff in return obviously, but you had no problem lapping her cunt up for hours until she got bored. Or the time she bought you a new wardrobe, you graciously let your body devour her ass vigorously. Anything for Bora.

Her possessiveness was rampant, if you talked to anyone she would be evidently annoyed, but she has never acted upon it. At least for now.

It was a late night at the library, neck deep in text books as you typed up countless useless theories as you consolidated your lecture notes, referencing the textbooks for guidance whenever you didn't understand what you had scribbled down hastily, you found a study partner early into the semester. Her name was Gahyun, a nice individual who helped you digest whatever was going on in class, an embodiment of happiness who brightened the course.

"So you do that, and then that and then that." Gahyun's hand pointed to various diagrams and instruments in on the paper "making sense so far?" she smiled, pieces came into place as you grasped the concepts.

The session was interrupted by your phone ringing with Bora's unique tone, her personal request you were happy to oblige. "Hello?" you called out as you left the library, her voice answered back "Seriously?? I let you study in the library instead of at my place and you hang out with some slut?!" Her tone was aggressive and pissed off, your blood went cold as you realized she was watching. "Bora I-" Your voice was cut off by hers "No. I don't want to hear excuses, if you want her to stay enrolled come over." Her threat made you panic as your feet took off to your car, driving to Bora's home instantly without thinking.

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You opened the lavish door as the opulent landing came into frame, the citrus scent of the air freshener filled your nose, Bora was sat on the stairs, wearing a semi opaque black shirt, revealing the lack of bra as her bountiful breasts laid behind the thin veil of fabric. Her legs laid semi-covered, adorned by the ornate strands of her fishnets. The sight went straight to your cock as it hardened slightly.

"Ah, you've finally arrived. Done fucking her I suppose?" Her tone was mocking, she crossed her legs together.

"Bor-" She cut you off, a habit of hers that never let up. "You don't have the right to call me that, you will call me Mommy and only speak when I say." Her authority sent shudders down your spine as she continued. "Am I understood?" She asked.

"Yes, Mommy." Bora smirked as she had you where she wanted you, pulling her top off as she threw it in your direction, you caught it and discarded it somewhere unknown. "Strip. Then crawl over here." Bora commanded, you had to comply. Your hands quickly gripped your shirt, throwing it in the same place Bora's shirt ended up, then you went lower. Removing your belt as you pulled your entire lower half of clothing down in one fell swoop.

You fell to your knees, pressing your hands to the ground as you hungrily crawled towards Bora, you couldn't deny the combination of shame and arousal that washed over you as you got closer to the stairwell. She smirked as you appeared at her feet. "Good boy, but you are going to have to prove you are truly sorry." She raised her feet towards your lips, brushing them softly as you gulped. You breathed in her foot, a harsh scent of sweat as your tongue reached out, collecting the sweat on your tongue as it replaced by your saliva. You knew what she wanted, your tongue went up and down on her soles, they were surprisingly smooth for how hectic her life was.

Your mouth opened as Bora's feet pressed in, her toes entering your warm cavern, you drooled saliva from the roof of your mouth, lathering the foot up as it started to shine. your tongue continued it's busy work, sliding in between her toes, cleaning every inch of her. Bora gave you a predatory smirk, admiring your persistence to prove your worth. You licked her toes, the soft flesh tickling your tongue.

She pulled away, replacing the saliva drenched foot with the other one, getting to work as your tongue cleaned it, her wet foot went down to your needy cock. Throbbing with passion as it felt her make contact, you gasped against her foot as she rubbed your shaft, hitting your balls randomly. It felt so good but not nearly enough to chase a high. "Good boy, you belong to Mommy. Not those vapid sluts in college." She growled at you.

She pulled away her foot as she used it to kick you into the ground. Your head banged against the floor as you gasped in pain. "Mommy's going to do what she wants, you are going to take it. Understood?" She spoke, you felt her words in your lower body as you felt butterflies. "Yes Mommy." Bora took her spit covered feet and wrapped them around your painfully erect shaft, the small touch made you buck your hips as she laughed. You struggled to keep still as her lathered feet went up and down, painfully slow. Not nearly enough sensation for your desperate cock, "Mommy.. Please, go faster." You begged, a sadistic twinge caught her eyes as her pace hit a 180. Her feet slammed against your crotch. Your shaft slid up and down between her soles, you knew you weren't going to last too long. The feeling of an impending orgasm rippled through your body, no time to warn Bora as pearl white ropes branded Bora's toes, painting the canvas in cream as they turned white. You moaned loudly as you came down from your high.

Bora frowned at the lack of warning. "I didn't give you permission, being such a bad boy. Clean it off." She demanded, the older woman was not scared to command you. You complied and licked off your load, the bitter salty liquid was thick on your throat. It was quite unpleasant but you do as your told. "Good boy." Her hand found your chin as she scratched it like a pet. "Come upstairs, we have more to do." She grasped your hand in hers, yanking you upwards into the monolithic bedroom you spent most nights in.

The bedroom was an inner reflection of Bora, the walls a dark grey that were lined in red, the middle of the room had a bed so big you didn't know it's classification. Bora pushed you onto the bed. Her teeth sunk into your neck, the pain made you gasp as she sucked against your skin. She went all around, making as many future marks as possible. "No sluts are going to interfere with Mommy's property." She hissed, your hands got pressed down into the mattress as she found a pair of satin handcuffs. Your arms were tethered to the posts as you sighed, Bora towered over you as she rubbed your dick against her folds, a combination of crotches as you were coated in her slick. Her hand held your shaft as her body lowered, cunt wrapped around you as her tightness squeezed every part of you. This wasn't the first time, but she felt better than ever, the wetness brought you close to heaven.

Bora clenched around you as her hands found solace on your tight chest, providing needed support as she slammed against your length. Skin slapping as you watched your dick frequently enter and leave Bora's cunt, your arms tugged at the restraints as you tried to reach her, a shared combo of moans as you two got close to the shared apex.

"Cum for me, good boy! Show me how sorry you are!" She moaned, you complied as you let go. Spilling your semen into her wet cavern, satisfaction washing over you as she came undone at the same time.

You two sat there for a bit, Bora laying down on your chest after the intense session, finally she looked up at you. "Let me be clear, my good boy. If you keep talking to other women I will hurt them, you are mine and mine alone."

You knew those words were true, and you didn't know if that thought scared you or made you feel warm, perhaps both.

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“until you can't anymore” | sua x fem!reader

more more bora! @belongtodeukae

warning / smut, light degradation, restraints, forced orgasm (vibrator, punishment blah blah)

“You look so pathetic right now.”

Ridiculous even.

Bora thinks she's good at keeping her relationship steady, always at your service, and willing to try new things she's never experienced before. It's all very welcoming to her. Some kinks or punishments do bother her and aren't very suiting for Bora.

But one thing that's always stuck with her since the first time you tried it is leaving you tied up and at her will to do whatever she pleases.

She punishes you without trying because all you can and would do is take and take – even if it comes down to force it out of you.

“A vibrator on your dripping cunt and all because you didn't want to listen...” Bora whispers, circling the toy lazily against your clit that's slicked in arousal.

Bora is trying to make this a lesson to learn but she doesn't have to try much.

She could've been stern and tell you to, 'fix your attitude before I fix it for you' and you'd listen right away, but it's not all fun when you aren't spread out, used for her.

“I'm disappointed in what you did.”

Oh, she's very disappointed in you.

She loves to exaggerate, make excuses to have you end up like this, call her a sadist for it even. In her mind though, you look so cute like this.

A red silky rope tied messily around your wrists, her free hand pushing your thigh open, and her dominant hand occupied by the wand she presses to your clit.

Bora smiles as she looks down your pretty frame, “do you know why you're tied up like this?”

���B-Because I decided to not listen,” you stutter, feeling another orgasm come in waves, “and touched you like I'm the one in control.”

“See, you are such a smart girl.”

She leans in and presses her knee to your sensitive cunt, adding pressure to the vibrator against you. You cry even louder, red splotches forming on your cheeks as more tears fall. Your efforts to keep yourself quiet are gone because you want Bora proud of you, rewarding you another time for being good when your body isn't so numb right now.

Bora runs her tongue along your breasts, taking one nipple in while her thumb lightly strokes across the other one. Every part of your body tastes so good to her and she can't help but let out a groan herself.

With a busy Bora marking up your chest, you start to crash down weaker, “I'm getting so close... please, baby.”

Your body trembles and your legs start to close around the toy but she stops you, her nails denting in your thigh as a warning. You tug around the silky rope, hips slowly jerking up toward her, but it doesn't sit with Bora. She lets go of your nipple, a string of saliva clinging to her lips.

“You're close? So?”

You try to push away from the sensation but she taps the vibrator against your swollen clit, choking out a whine. Your body can't take it anymore but you still push your cunt against her, contradicting every thought you had of wanting to stop.

“I can't hold it any longer,” you cry out.

“Cum for me and watch what will happen if you do,” Bora threatens and she's serious. She's aware that she's been holding a vibrator to your clit for the past hour, pulling as many orgasms as she can, it's the entire purpose of this. She makes you hold out your climax until you're nothing but begging and desperate to cum.

She knows you won't be able to last longer but it's so fun to push you to your limits – even pushing you further for something you can't control.

“Come on, you don't want to be a bad girl for me, do you?”

Bora dares to slip her two fingers inside, your walls have never pulsed harder in your life. Your head hits the headboard as you try to create as much distance away from the toy.

You attempt to speak through your own gags, “I can't, Bora plea-”

“For me?” She says, her fingers slipping out as she sucks down on them, “until you can't anymore.”

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How Suyaeon would react to Y/N feeling left out of the relationship

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Summary: It's not always sunshine and rainbows in a relationship, there's a close bond between Sua and Siyeon which comes from them being cut from the same cloth- Y/N can't help but feel like an outlier.

"Ikaw pa rin ang pipiliin ko."

"You're still the one I'll choose."

Requested? ☑

Genre: Fluff, Smidge of Angst

Warnings: Insecurities, Self-doubt

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At the start you simply assumed that it'll take time for her to bombard you with energy like she does Siyeon.

Time passes but you're proven wrong, as four months in and she still doesn't get as hyper with you as she does with Siyeon.

You can't help but feel as if there's a barrier between you and Sua that you'll never manage to overcome.

At first it stings your skin when she touches you, lacking the energy that she does with Siyeon.

Eventually the sting deepens into your heart, and it collects instead of fading.

Siyeon is the first to notice.

For a while the wolf thinks that it's just her overthinking tendencies that's playing tricks on her.

Then Sua jumps her with a hug only to pull away and gently hug you, Siyeon doesn't fail to notice how your shoulders are sagged after the hug ends.

That doesn't mean that Sua is unatentive towards you.

She just has the tendency to believe that people have the courage she does when it comes to being up front.

In Sua's eyes, she's making it easier for you to be around her.

She knows that her hyperactivity has the tendency to tire people out regardless of whether they're introverted or extroverted.

One day after practice, Siyeon tells the rest of the members that she and Sua need to stay behind to polish up some moves.

Sua thinks nothing of it. She's always happy to get a bit more practice in.

She is after all one of the main dancers for the group.

She's confused when Siyeon doesn't move towards the speakers but towards her instead.

Siyeon wraps her up in a tight hug and something about it feels off. She's about to shrug the intuition off when Siyeon breaks away and something in the other girl's eyes proves her feeling right.

Sua's senses could never have predicted what she was about to hear.

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Y/N steps out of the bathroom feeling tired but refreshed. Gahyeon waves at the youngest member from the couch with a cup of instant ramen in her hands, the other girl scoots over as You roll your eyes while making your way over to her.

"Unnie, what are you doing eating that when Handong unnie made dinner for tonight?"

Gahyeon blushes before scrambling to defend herself.

"Hey! I'll have you know that I asked her if it's okay if I have this for dinner tonight! It's human nature to crave something you like you know!"

You stand up with a shake of your head, preparing to run away as soon as you can before ruffling her damp hair with a laugh. "That's for rejecting Handong unnie's food!" You turn around to run as Gahyeon's shriek fills the living room but you're not fast enough to avoid Gahyeon's revenge seeking hand, which yanks the towel wrapping your hair off your head before she throws it back at you.

The girl's got spectacularly bad aim however, as the balled up towel soars past your head and hits Yoohyeon's face instead. The blonde haired member shrieks, demanding to know why there was suddenly rendered blind with a damp thing clinging to her face.

Jiu laughs at what has transpired before Handong peeks out from the kitchen and announces that dinner's ready. Leading to your leader to clap her hands and announce that she's going to go call the other members to the dining area.

Gahyeon saunters to the kitchen on high alert, Yoohyeon keeping an eye on the younger member with your offending towel in her hands.

"You wouldn't swing at someone with ramen soup in theur hand, would you?" Asks Gahyeon before she brandishes the ramen cup infront of her. Yoohyeon squints, seeming to consider her next words before she eventually says no.

You shake your head in mirth before following behind the two, paying Handong a compliment and your thanks for the dinner. Your mood brightened and your insecurities forgotten for a while.

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"... Hello?"

"... Hi..."

"What is all this?"

You're tackled from the side in a hug. You turn your head to see Sua clinging to your side with a squeal, you're definitely not complaining but you also definitely want an explanation.

Siyeon tapes the last remaining length of fairy lights onto the top of your bunk before she crawls out of the tiny space, looking like she doesn't know what to say to explain what's happening.

Sua kicks the door behind you closed before breaking your hug and taking a breath to calm herself down. She transforms from the excitable puppy you see her as when she's with Siyeon, so a sheepish and apologetic looking version of herself. She surveys the room for a moment, before steeling her nerves. She holds a hand out and it takes you a moment to realize that she's reaching for your hand, not Siyeon's.

Sua tries to mask the hurt in her eyes when she realizes your conclusion.

You know people though, a performer she might be but the people you take the time to know can never hope to hide emotions from you when you look at their eyes. So you take her hand and place a kiss on each of her knuckles before gesturing for her to speak.

"I'm sorry for hurting you-"

You open your mouth to assure her that you know she didn't really mean to, but she beats you to the punch.

"I may not have meant to, but that doesn't excuse the fact that I did anyways. You're not always quiet, but you're a calm person and I thought you would've preferred me to be subdued around you for lack of a better word."

Siyeon wraps her arms around you from behind, resting her chin on your shoulder and you're glad she did. The tension in your body that you didn't know was there dissipates with the presence of her touch.

"I realise now that I should've asked you at the start if you'd prefer that I be calm around you or if you'd like me to just be as chaotic as I normally am instead of assuming what you would've wanted for yourself and in our relationship. I was out of place and I'm sorry it took me a long time to realise that."

Sua's hand in yours tightens its hold and you drop your gaze to find that her free hand is trembling by her side. You reach for it, pulling her close to you and placing a lingering kiss on her cheek before wrapping her up in a hug and peppering her face in short kisses.

Sua laughs, shrill and breaking in her excitement. She lets go of your hands to enclose both you and Siyeon in a bear hug, lifting you both off of the floor for a moment before her hug tightens even more.

You laugh along with your girlfriends as the irony hits you when Siyeon tells Sua to calm down unless she wishes to snap both your spines.

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"This isn't working, is it?"

Silence greets your question for a moment, then Siyeon moves from her spot on your right.

"No, half my ass is hanging off of the bed."

You and Sua share a laugh before three of you immediately get up from your bunk. Sua moves the laptop off your lap, pausing the movie before getting to work on moving the snacks to a safe area as Siyeon takes the job of laying a blanket down on the floor of your shared room while you take all the pillows from your beds to lay them on the blanket.

Jiu cracks your door open the next morning to find the three of you sound asleep and cuddling on the floor.

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A/N: This took me a whole day. To the anon who requested this, I accidentally deleted your ask in a draft (Of all things) that I published before proof reading so I apologize for that!

I hope y'all will like this work despite it being written an exercise for me to get back into the swing of things.

Song Insp. for this work: Cup of Joe - Ikaw Parin Ang Pipiliin Ko

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Duty After School Imagine : 01

☆ Jo Jangsoo x Reader ☆

a/n: this is my first time writing a fanfic in English language, so let me know if there's anything wrong in my sentence or else. and, hope you all like it <3

"Take it, it's your share."

Someone's voice manages to make you turn your head. It's Jangsoo.

He handed you a canned food.

You stare at the canned food without interest, then turn your gaze back up. Staring up at the clear night sky, decorated with stars and also some purple balls that if observed is actually so beautiful.

"I'm not hungry," you reply.

Jangsoo seems to understand your attitude, so he chooses to sit next to you in front of the building where you're resting with all of your friends. Or as the Class President calls it 'home'.

"If things were different, I would have taken a picture of the current sky with my phone." These word just flowed from your lips.

Jangsoo smiled, relieved that you had started the conversation. This man had been worried about you being quiet and expressionless since the Lieutenant Lee incident.

"I like it."

Jangsoo's reply makes you look back at him. Your eyes blink a few times as you realize that Jangsoo is looking at you with a faint smile.

"Every photo you takes was always nice and beautiful."

Jangsoo wasn't lying. Since 11th grade, you and him have been in the same class. So every time you upload your pictures on social media, it always manages to make Jangsoo smile. Apart from taking the right angle of photos, he also always imagines your face when taking pictures. Jangsoo feels stunned by your expression every time you see the sky view. You're so beautiful.

"Thank you."

After that, there was only the sound of the breeze, as you and Jangsoo were busy looking at the night sky with your own thoughts.

"Let's go back inside. You should rest," Jangsoo said, breaking the silence.

"I'm not sleepy yet, Jangsoo. If you want to go in first, that's fine."

Jangsoo sighed softly, "If you feel cold, come in immediately," he said which you nodded.

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"Alright, now that we've got our assignments, let's go."

As soon as they heard the class president's words, the students of class 12-2 immediately went to the destination according to their respective teams.

Jangsoo who was standing next to you then invited you to walk directly with the others towards the prison.

"Are you okay?" he asked when he turned around and found your face looking a bit pale.

You looked at him with a little doubt. "I just feel— it's okay. Don't mind me," you say, unable to express your feeling.

"No need to worry, we'll all be fine while we're together," Jangsoo replies, trying to calm you down.

And it works, because now you feel a little less worried. You nodded slowly, making Jangsoo smile slightly.

After a while, all of you finally arrived at the prison that Taeman had seen yesterday while cleaning the purple balls.

"Look for a circuit board-shaped device for the protophone. If you find it, give it to me or Soyoon," said Youngshin, immediately nodded by the others.

"Let's split up from here," he continued.

Jangsoo looks at you and invites you to follow him towards the building on the left side. With a wary look and weapons ready in each hand, Jangsoo and you begin to walk into the deserted building.

"This is my first time in here," Taeman says quietly in a horrified tone.

You turn around and found that Taeman dan Soyoon are behind you.

"You think it's my second time?" replies Soyoon in a lazy tone, but she still keeps a vigilant eyes on her surroundings.

After wandering around and confirming that this place was safe from orbs, they quickly searched for tools to repair the protophone as well as any objects they could utilize.

Until suddenly, there was a strange sound that was quite loud. It makes you and the others pause and look at each other confused.

"Let's go back to the first place." Jangsoo said.

After that, you and your friend left the building and gathered with the others.

"Did you guys hear it too?" Soyoon asked.

"What's that sound?"

"Is it a ball?" You asked.

"Wait, listen carefully," Heerak said.

"It's like an SOS code. Listen again," he continued.

"That's right! Is looks like someone else is here. Let's go find them!"

Then they walked in the direction the sounds came from, until they reached the basement.

You, who had been in front of Jangsoo, immediately moved closer to him.

"Is this a dungeon?" You ask quietly.

"I think so," Jangsoo replies.

You feel scared because the atmosphere in this room is kind of quiet and creepy.

"Hey! Help us!"

The shouts makes you and your friends gasp in shock. It turns out that inside there are several detention rooms filled with prisoners.

"Weren't the prisoners released this time?" You ask.

"I heard that only prisoners with minor crimes were released. In that case... those here are prisoners who have committed major mistakes, possibly receiving life imprisonment or death," says Taeman.

"Then let's just go! Don't deal with them or we'll get hurt," said Bora.

"But, it would be a shame to leave them here." Aeseol said hesitantly.

Prang!!

"Hey, damn it! Hurry up and open it! Do you have the heart to let us rot to death here?!" shouted one of the prisoners.

"Then you're just as bad as us! Sh*t!"

"Hey, shut the f*ck up! You're scaring them!"

The shouts from the prisoners scared you and the others, but you didn't show it openly, because that would make you even more threatened.

"Let's go, we can't deal with them," Jangsoo says to the others.

Staying here too long could put all of you in danger. Therefore, Jangsoo must darw to make a decision.

"Damn it!"

"Hey, let's us go!"

The shouts of disapproval from the prisoners could be heard clearly as Jangsoo, you, and your friends walked out of the room.

Once outside, you stop and look at each other. On the one hand, you feel that you can't release the prisoners, but on the other hand, you feel guilty for leaving them there to starve to death.

You deliberate, discussing with each other to get rid of the ambiguity in your feelings. Finally, you and others decide to go back inside and give the prisoners the food and drinks you bought with you all.

After that, with shouts and curses from the prisoners you come back out. All of you have decided to give your provisions, not to free the prisoners. Of course, this makes the prisoners who were initially happy because you and others came back in, now cursing because they will not be released.

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DUTY AFTER SCHOOL IMAGINE

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"Oh, you guys are back?"

Hana, who was guarding the basecamp, greeted the search teams with an inexplicable expression.

You walked languidly to the sofa in the room, then flopped down on the sofa. A long sigh escapes your lips.

It had been a very long day. You and your fellow search team members almost lost their lives dealing with the criminals. Suddenly you realize that there is something more terrifying than purple balls: human.

Seeing Jangsoo approaching, you change your position to sit down. He sits next to you, and you lean on his shoulder.

"I'm glad we're okay," you said.

"Yeah. How about you? Are you feeling better?" He asks, making you raise your head to look at Jangsoo's face.

"Not as scared as I was," you said softly.

"Hey, what about the protophone? You guys found it, right?" asks Joonhee.

"Damn! I forgot!" Heerak hissed.

"Huh? How come you didn't get it!" exclaimed Hana.

"Shut up! You don't know, we almost lost our lives there!" retorted Soyoon.

Hearing the commotion of Heerak, Hana, and Soyoon makes you sigh in frustration. Too dizzy with the events of earlier, you didn't realize that the man you were now leaning on was secretly harboring guilt.

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"So, you've been manipulating the vote all this time?"

"Why are you hiding this from us!"

"I can't trust anyone anymore."

The noise caused by your friends' protests is ignored. The only thing you were paying attention to right now was the tall man who had always protected you looking down guilty in front of you.

Jangsoo, Yoojung, Ilha, and even the now-deceased Soocheol had been lying to you and your friends. They had manipulated the vote to 'survive' and 'carried out cleanup operations' until you radio/protophone were working again.

Every time they held a vote, the 'defense' succeed. But it wasn't a collective decision, it was manipulated by your four friends.

Of course, you felt very disappointed in them, especially Jangsoo. He didn't tell you about it. Obviously it makes you feel that he doesn't trust you.

Finally your friends leave, leaving Jangsoo, Yoojung, and Ilha that still looking down guilty. With slow steps, you approach Jangsoo.

"Can I talk to you?" You asked.

The three look up and stare at you. But you're only focused on Jangsoo. Without waiting for Jangsoo's reply, you immediately took his hand and led him to the front of the building.

"Explain." You stare at him with mixed feelings.

Jangsoo who had been lowering his head, is now looking right into your eyes. There is a feeling of disappointment and anger that Jangsoo can see.

"I'm sorry, I did this to protect you and the others."

You remain silent, waiting him to continue.

"We don't know if it's safe in Seoul, so we decided to keep us all here for the time being."

However, that answer did not satisfy you.

"Don't you trust me?" you ask with a sad smile.

Jangsoo rounded his eyes in surprise. Of course he trusted you, but why would you say something like that.

"Of course I trust you," he said firmly.

"But you didn't tell me anything that important."

Your defenses are broken. The tears you've been trying to hold back finally fall. Jangsoo immediately pulled you into his warm embrace.

"I'm sorry, I didn't want you to get involved and end up disappointing others like me. I'm sorry, I just wanted to protect you," Jangsoo said.

"You're really bad, Jangsoo."

You hug him back tightly while shedding your tears. You're disappointed, but you're also touched because of him.

[ ✓ ]

02. Soocheol >

DUTY AFTER SCHOOL IMAGINE Masterlist

[panda-writes-kpop]

who you gonna call? (winchesters!) ~ k. br.

a/n: raaaahhh happy SuA day!!! a little late on the international end of things but it's better late than never, right? anyways enjoy this fic, I had so much fun writing it that I may get back into watching supernatural. :) also the title is based on an edit of the winchesters brothers to 'ghostbusters' by ray parker jr!

I normally don't do a separate trigger warning for specific triggers, but since this is the first time that a piece of work has touched on such a serious topic, I wanted to put a big disclaimer out there. There is a scene in the fic where suicide is discussed as a possible cause of death. There's isn't any more graphic of a description than the word being thrown around once or twice; however, I feel it is my responsibility as an author to inform you of this. That being said, if you or a loved one are struggling, here's a list of international suicide hotlines that can help you if you need them. take care of yourselves, my loves, and remember that you all are beloved by me. ❤️

tw: BRIEF MENTION OF SUICIDE, main character death, lots of blood and gore in this one, not accurate to the Supernatural episode (Season 1, Episode 5) that it is based on, reader's parents died at an early age, it's a mixed bag of angst, fluff, and hurt/comfort with an open ending

summary: after one of the worst nights of your life, a pair of "reporters" roll into town and ask you questions about your dead friend. unfortunately, one of the girls, SuA, is a bit too charming for her own good. your curiosity towards the girl brings you closer to her, and it brings SuA closer to solving your friend's death, as well as the death of your parents.

♡ Masterlist ♡

“Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary, Bloody-”

“Stop!” You cry out before shutting your eyes. “Don’t do this!”

“You know it’s not real, right?” Ryujin looks at you as concern laces into her voice. “We can leave, if you’re uncomfortable-”

“You’re both chickens!” Yuna teases you before turning back to the bathroom mirror. “O’ spooky mirror ghost, tell these losers to go back home!”

She cackles as you open your eyes and place a steady hand on the counter.

“Yuna, I’m sorry, I can’t do this.” You bite your lip as tears start to form in your eyes.

Yuna’s smile immediately fades as she pushes Ryujin aside to pull you into a hug.

“I’m so sorry! I was just playing around, and I didn’t mean to make you cry.” She whines before placing her head on your chest. “Please forgive me!”

With pleading eyes, Yuna looks like a wounded puppy as you gently comb your fingers through her hair.

“It’s alright, Yuna,” You reassure her as your free hand wraps around her side, “I know you didn’t mean any harm. I’ve just been sensitive to these things since people started spreading those haunting rumors after my parents died.”

“Those people are assholes,” Ryujin injects, “and you shouldn’t pay them any mind.”

Yuna bobs her head up and down before letting you out of her arms.

“That’s why you’ve got us!” She proudly says before looking in the mirror. “We’ll protect you from anything, ghost-related or not.”

You let go of Yuna before heading towards the bathroom door.

“Thank you, to the both of you.” You wipe away the tears that threaten to fall as Ryujin grabs your hand and guides you away from the bathroom.

“C’mon, I’ll make you some hot chocolate and we can talk about those cute girls you’ve been seeing at college.” She teases as you smile back at her.

“Girls? What girls?” You play dumb, which causes Ryujin to laugh.

“You know exactly what I mean.”

Your other hand catches the door frame as you look back at Yuna.

“You coming?”

“In a minute!” She gleefully says as you remove your hand from the doorway.

A second later, and it would’ve been crushed by Yuna slamming the door shut. You allow Ryujin to drag you to the kitchen as your thoughts begin to wander.

It’s silly to believe those rumors, right? Maybe I should be brave like Yuna and face them head on.

~

After Yuna slams the door shut, she turns the light off and grabs the candle from the sink. With a spare match that she stowed away in her pocket, she lights the candle and sets it back onto the counter.

Yuna looks at herself in the mirror, locking eyes with the reflection that looks back at her, as she smiles to herself.

“It’s just a child’s game - what harm could it do?”

She leans close to the mirror before whispering, “Bloody Mary.”

A single shiver runs up her spine - fear? adrenaline? panic? fate?

She sighs to herself. 

This is stupid.

“Bloody Mary.” Her voice rings out again, and this time, the candle wavers in the wind.

Yuna looks out to the window in the bathroom, but it isn’t wide open or slightly cracked. It’s completely shut, with no holes to be seen.

A new shiver runs down her spine - this one she identifies as pure terror.

What’s going on?

“Bloody Mary.” 

The words leave her lips before she can stop herself. Yuna immediately turns on the lights and looks around.

There’s nothing here - you’re just a scaredy-cat!

She breathes out before wiping a tear from her eye.

I must’ve really scared myself if I started crying.

She looks down at her hand, expecting to see nothing but a teardrop, but she sees blood.

Her blood.

A scream is caught in her throat, threatening to escape as she looks in the mirror.

This time, she sees blood falling from both of her eyes, and a shadowy figure in the back.

A woman.

Bloody Mary.

~

You grab the warm mug from Ryujin’s hands before taking a sip of the hot chocolate. Like an impatient child, you take a sip and are immediately reminded why doing so is a terrible idea. You quickly set the mug back down as the liquid in your mouth is scolding your tongue and throat as it travels down to your stomach.

“Fuck,” You wipe your lips, “that’s hot.”

“It’s hot chocolate, you know.” She nudges your arm before taking a seat next to you in the dining room.

You roll your eyes as she laughs at her own bad joke.

“Thanks, Einstein.”

Her mug sits on the table, right next to yours, as her hand grabs your arm.

“How’s college life? Meet anyone special?”

“Not yet. I’m focused on my studies.” You shrug off her nosiness, but Ryujin’s persistent.

“You can’t just spend the rest of your life slaving away at work, you know.” 

“You can’t just spend the rest of your life working at a shitty cafe, Ryujin.” You mimic her voice as she loudly gasps.

“Excuse you! My caramel macchiatos are anything but shitty!”

You both laugh before falling into a comfortable silence.

Her fingers run up and down your arm, and you find comfort in the gesture. She’s been your closest friend since your parents died, back during your first year of high school. Through her, you met Yuna, her neighbor and childhood best friend, who had the biggest house on the block.

It was easy to escape the pain of being in a home with no parents when you could simply spend every night at a friend’s house. It wasn’t like their parents complained - you all got decent grades and stayed out of trouble, so what was the harm?

“It was nice of Yuna to offer her house to me since I’m in town for the week.” You say, as Ryujin nods.

“Her house is always open to me. The benefits of being neighbors, I suppose.” She looks over to the hallway where the bathroom is. “Yuna, come out here before your hot chocolate gets cold! I don’t want to hear any complaints if it already is!”

You laugh before looking out to the hallway.

“That’s odd. She’d usually have some sort of smartass comment to say by now.” You glance at Ryujin, who seems perplexed by Yuna’s odd behavior.

“You’re right. She’s never this quiet. Do you want to check in on her, or should I do so?”

“I’ll do it.” You quickly get out of your chair and head towards the bathroom.

“Yuna!” You call out to her as you slowly approach the bathroom door. Nearly every light in the house is on, yet you feel some sort of darkness around you.

C’mon, Yuna, now is not the time for jokes.

“Yuna, please come out! Ryujin and I, we’re worried about you!” You stop before the door, fist raised to knock against it.

You knock once, twice, thrice.

No response.

“Yuna, please!” Your voice becomes more desperate as you continue to knock. “This isn’t funny!”

You try to open the door, you’re past the social politeness of knocking in case she’s taking care of private business. You’re worried that she slipped and fell, or maybe she hurt herself and didn’t want to say anything-

A key. There has to be a key somewhere.

You look down to see if you can spot a key, but your eyes widen at the sight in front of you.

Blood soaks into your shoes and the carpet below your feet.

You shriek in terror.

“What’s wrong?” Ryujin races around the corner as you start sobbing.

“Call an ambulance! I think Yuna’s, she’s-” 

You choke on your own tears as Ryujin scrambles to find her phone to call for help.

Your mind can’t help but to make a terrible comparison, one that you thought you would never have to relive.

This was exactly how you found your parents, all those years ago.

~

“Mom! Dad!” You call out from your bedroom. “You guys forgot to turn off the hallway light!”

You tightly hug your stuffed rabbit as you wait for one of your parents to respond. They were the two people you trusted most in the world, even though you were a young teenager.

Making friends didn’t come easy to you, especially not in high school, when most of the friend groups had already been decided.

You did talk to this one girl in your math class - Ryujin - but she was more of a study buddy than anything. A friend that simply saw you as a means to an end.

How tragic.

“Mom! Dad!” You call out for them again, wait for a response, and then get out of bed. “I wanted to stay curled up in bed, but I can’t do that when you guys are ignoring me!”

You sigh before putting on your slippers and trudging towards the hallway.

You exit your bedroom and turn to the left as you find the lightswitch with ease. That, however, isn’t what peaks your interest.

It’s the steady stream of a red liquid coming from the master bathroom.

“Mom…” You trail off before walking towards the door. “Dad?”

As you approach, a metal tang hits your nose. It isn’t any red liquid - it’s blood.

~

Red and white lights consume your vision as you sit on the steps of the front porch. In the distance, you can hear Ryujin talking with one of the paramedics, but it all feels like white noise to you.

Could it really be? Could the same entity that killed my parents really have done this to Yuna?

It’s all a jumble of lights, endless questioning, and paranoia until a hand meets your shoulder.

You look up at Ryujin, who tries to give you a forced smile.

“What did they say?” You softly ask as Ryujin takes a seat next to you.

“They think it was a stroke, or some other heart condition. That’s the only thing that could’ve caused her eyes to be like that.”

“Her eyes were liquified, just like my parents.” You quietly say. “Paramedics said they died of strokes, too.”

“But I don’t get it. Yuna ate healthy, exercised regularly, and didn’t seem stressed at all. That’s why they’re looking into suicide as a cause of death too.”

“You can’t be serious, Ryujin,” You glare at her. “Suicide?”

“We never really know what’s going on in someone’s head.” She shrugs before letting her head fall between her knees. “How are we going to tell her family about this? We should’ve been in there with her, maybe we could’ve caught the signs sooner-”

You lean your head against her shoulder and offer her a bit of comfort.

“Trust me, dreading the past doesn’t help at all.”

“What are we supposed to do, then?” 

When Ryujin lifts her head to meet your eyes, she hides her face in a valiant effort to hide her red eyes and quiet sniffles. You gently rub circles into her back as she grabs your shoulders and pulls you closer to her.

“We grieve, we remember, and we move forward with our lives.”

~

“Hustling for pool money again?” Siyeon asks, not daring to lift her eyes from the newspaper.

“Uh-huh.” SuA tosses a stack of cash on the bar table. “What do you think?”

“That it’s better than the credit card scams, but worse than an actual job.” Siyeon bluntly says before SuA grabs a chair, spins it around, and takes a seat.

“Think what you want, but it’s money and it’s right there.” She proudly smiles before looking at Siyeon. “Speaking of jobs, have you found anything?”

“This might interest you.” Siyeon grabs a pen and circles an article in the paper before tossing it to SuA.

“What am I looking at?”

“A girl from a prominent family died about a month ago. Shin Yuna was her name.” Siyeon explains.

“What’s so special about her that requires our… unique expertise?”

“Read the autopsy report in the paper. Her eyes were completely liquified, and they found most of the blood in her body within her skull. They claim that her cause of death was a stroke.”

“No shit.” SuA bites her lips as her eyes gloss over the page. “Are we dealing with a pissed-off spirit, a deranged vampire, or something else?”

“I say that we give it a look before those men over there get mad at you for your hustling.” Siyeon grabs her jacket as SuA takes a sip of beer from the stein in front of her.

“Hustling is an underappreciated art form.” SuA argues before putting on her leather jacket. “Let’s go.”

Siyeon shrugs before grabbing the newspaper from SuA.

“Let’s go.”

~

“This feels wrong.” Siyeon raises her fist to the door before looking back to SuA’s ‘67 Chevy Impala. “Are you sure there isn’t anyone else we can talk to first?”

“Family and next of kin is always the best source.” SuA adjusts the aviators on her face as she admires her reflection in a side view mirror. “We have to rule out witchcraft and demonic possession, just so we can be sure that we’re dealing with a pissed-off spirit.”

“Yuna’s family… her parents have been through enough. Should we really not start anywhere else?” Siyeon’s hesitation causes SuA to sigh and walk towards the house.

“Where has this hesitation come from? It’s not like you.” SuA places her sunglasses on the top of her head before knocking on the door.

Siyeon crinkles her nose in disapproval before moving to the side.

“Mr. and Mrs. Shin, a moment of your time!” SuA calls out while banging on their front door.

She stops for a moment and waits for an answer, but no one responds or comes to the door.

“They must be out of town.” Siyeon shrugs before watching SuA grab a bobby pin from her hair. “Don’t tell me you’re going to-”

“You said they weren’t home,” She argues, “and we have to learn about our victim one way or another.”

She places one knee on the ground as she lowers herself to be eye-level with the door. One hand grabs the door knob while the other takes the bobby pin and begins to mess with the lock and-

Easy does it, baby.

“Hey, I’m pretty sure trespassing is illegal in all parts of the world!” A voice yells, which breaks SuA’s concentration.

Startled, she launches herself to her feet before Siyeon walks backwards and falls into SuA, sending them both to the ground.

“Nice one.” SuA grumbles before Siyeon scoots aside.

“You tried breaking in!”

“You encouraged it!”

“You two have to be the worst thieves I’ve ever seen.” A pink-haired girl walks from the next-door house to greet them at Yuna’s home. “Or you’re the next Nancy Drew in-training.”

“Who are you?” SuA quickly stands up before offering a hand to Siyeon.

Siyeon takes the hand and quickly reaches for her wallet in her back pocket, most likely looking for whatever fake ID will get them out of a potential cop car ride.

“Shouldn’t I be asking you that question?” She innocently tilts her head as her piercing gaze makes SuA sweat under her leather jacket. “The nearest police station is five minutes away, and I know the deputy’s daughter-”

“Ryujin, that’s enough!”

SuA lets out a heavy breath as her knight in shining pajamas appears at Ryujin’s side. With messy bed hair and a kind smile, they look much less terrifying (and much cuter) than Ryujin.

~

“Ryujin, that’s enough!” You march towards Yuna’s house as Ryujin sheepishly backs down from the two women in front of her. “They’re probably interns at a newspaper who were sent to look into Yuna’s death.”

“Yeah, sorry we forgot to mention that to you.” The taller one rubs her neck before putting her wallet away. “I left my college ID in my car, I can go get it for you if you’d like-”

“Nah, don’t worry about it,” You shrug before looking at her, “Names are enough for me.”

“Siyeon.” The taller girl sticks out her hand, which you gladly shake.

“And you?” You look over to the smaller girl, who simply smirks.

“You can call me the woman of your dreams.” She flashes you a charming smile before Siyeon elbows her in the gut. “Fuck! What was that for?”

“Her name’s SuA.” Siyeon apologetically says as SuA grabs her stomach in pain. “She can be a bit… much at times.”

You simply smile at SuA, who leans against the doorframe to look tougher.

And less like a child who got their hand stuck in the cookie jar.

Cute.

“SuA, Siyeon, it’s nice to meet you,” You say before quickly introducing yourself, “and this is Ryujin.”

“You still didn’t tell me why you’re knocking at our dead friend’s front door.” She deadpans as you place a hand on her shoulder.

“It’s better that they bug us instead of her parents,” You say, “who have been out of town since the funeral. Rumor is that they’re going to sell the place, but it’ll most likely get torn down.”

“Right. No one wants to live in a house where a woman died.” Siyeon looks at the door for a moment. “Is there any way we could look inside? For our article, we need a full biography of the victim, and we thought her childhood home might fill in the pieces that we don’t know.”

“Yuna.” Ryujin sternly corrects Siyeon. “Her name is Yuna.”

“I-” Siyeon pauses, rethinking her answer. “Yuna, of course. Apologies.”

Ryujin scoffs before nodding. 

“I wouldn’t feel comfortable being in there without her parents’ permission, but we can talk to you in Ryujin’s house.” You clarify before Ryujin can say something argumentative in response.

That, however, does not completely stop her from responding as Ryujin’s head snaps towards you.

“You can’t be serious! They’re strangers-”

“-Yet, they’re much better than the other reporters and photographs that have come around here.” You say before beckoning SuA and Siyeon towards Ryujin’s house. “C’mon, we can tell you everything you need to know. We were her closest friends, and we were there when she died.”

You don’t miss the way that SuA’s eyes light up when you say the last part.

She must be really invested in this case.

~

“This hot chocolate is really good.” SuA remarks before offering her glass to you. “Want some?”

“No, I’m alright,” You lean towards SuA with a smile, “but Ryujin’s coffees are so much better.”

“Are you shit-talking my hot chocolate?” Ryujin yells from the kitchen as you slide into the stool next to SuA.

“I thought you said it was okay to do so, as long as you said your coffees were better!” You holler back as Siyeon takes a seat next to SuA.

“My coffee is fantastic, by the way!” Ryujin says as you chuckle to yourself.

Never change, Ryujin.

“Maybe I could buy you some, as a treat for your hospitality?” SuA gives you a wide grin before nudging your shoulder.

“Maybe.” You teasingly shrug before looking at Siyeon. “Are you sure you don’t want anything besides water?”

“No, I’m alright. I feel like we’re imposing on you already.” Siyeon gives SuA a sharp glare before looking back at you. “Do you mind if we ask you some questions about Yuna? It’s not exactly surface-level stuff, and if we cross any boundaries, be sure t-”

“-Did you notice anything weird going on with Yuna before she died?” SuA enters the conversation with the gracefulness of a one-ton elephant. “Any flickering lights, sulfur around window sills, increasing or decreasing temperatures…”

“No, none of that,” You shake your head before thinking, “but there was one thing that she did say, before she died.”

“What was it?” SuA looks deep into your eyes, and you’d blush under any other circumstance.

“The three of us - me, Ryujin, and Yuna - were in the bathroom a few minutes before she died. When we were in there, Yuna was teasing me and she started chanting Bloody Mary in the mirror. I stopped her before she got to the third one, but I can’t help but wonder…”

You bow your head for a moment to recollect yourself before speaking again.

“...I’m sorry, you didn’t come for speculation. So no, there wasn’t anything weird with Yuna before she died.”

You glance over at Siyeon, then to SuA. The two girls are staring at each other with an intrigued look on their faces.

They can’t actually believe this story, right?

“Have there been any other deaths like this in town?” Siyeon asks.

Here we go.

“Two, actually,” You start to chew on your lip, “my parents.”

“I’m sorry for your loss.” 

The words fly out of Siyeon’s mouth as she tries to pick her jaw up off the table. 

“Don’t be, it was seven years ago. But yes, when I found them, their eyes were liquified, just like Yuna’s.” You offer a weak smile to your companions, both of which look like they’d rather be five feet under the ground than right next to you.

And everyone wonders why I don’t like to talk about my parents - the response is always similar to this.

“Can I ask a stupid question?” SuA takes a sip from her mug after responding.

“Shoot.”

“Did you play Bloody Mary before your parents died?”

Your eyes widen as SuA’s bluntness.

“I-”

“SuA!” Siyeon reaches behind you to smack SuA on the shoulder. “Why would you ask something like that?”

“I’m forming a theory on what’s happened here,” She pauses for dramatic effect, “a damn good one if you ask me.”

Siyeon clears her throat before grabbing her water and standing up.

“Alright, we’re done here. Pardon my partner’s rudeness.” Siyeon walks over to SuA and hauls her onto her feet.

“But my hot cocoa-” SuA whines, which causes you to laugh.

“It’ll be here if you have any more questions.” You wave at the two girls as they bicker and exit the house at the same time.

Ryujin slowly approaches from the kitchen with her eyebrows furrowed.

“Why’d you tell them all that? You know they’re not reporters, right?”

“I don’t know, Ryujin,” You say before patting the vacant stool on your left, “there was something different about those two. They might just be nosy tourists, but I think they might be able to find something in connection with Yuna and my parents.”

“Be honest - you just let them in because SuA was eye-fucking you-”

“RYUJIN!”

~

“Alright, SuA, what’s your theory?” Siyeon places her feet on the dashboard before SuA swats them away in disapproval.

“We’re not dealing with a demon or a vampire or a werewolf. This is just a seriously pissed-off spirit. One that looks like Blood Mary, apparently.” SuA says before turning the car to the left. “We need to look into unsolved murders in the area. Perhaps one that has to do with eyes?”

“Spirits do like to kill their victims in ways that resemble how their murderer killed them. A twisted sort of revenge.” Siyeon nods along. “What would cause the spirit to attack once, and then not attack until seven years later? Usually, these sort of killings happen in rapid succession.”

“That’s the part that has me stumped, too.” SuA pulls into the motel parking lot with ease before putting the car into park. “Let’s get some sleep and see what we can figure out in the morning.”

~

“Shit.”

SuA runs her fingers through her hair as she stares at the headline for the morning news broadcast on TV.

A Deadly Sleepover: Three Teens Found Dead in Local Home!

“You think it’s our spirit?” Siyeon asks as SuA places her head into her hands.

“They said that the girls had their eyes liquified.” SuA absentmindedly looks up to the ceiling.

Why does there always have to be more deaths before we catch our murderer?

SuA watches Siyeon sort through a few newspaper clips while looking at her computer.

“Tell me you’ve got a lead.” SuA taps her foot against the motel flooring as Siyeon nods.

“I do. I cross-referenced local unsolved murders with any autopsy reports of eye gouging or similar injuries, but I couldn’t find anything on the victim’s side.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” SuA asks as Siyeon hands the computer to her.

“Look here. Lucinda Brown, 25 years old. She was murdered in her home by an older man who had his eyes gouged out at the scene of the crime.”

“Jesus.” SuA scrolls through the autopsy reports. “You think this is our girl?”

“Timeline matches up. Lucinda was murdered twenty years before any murders occurred here. That’s enough time to drive any person, living or dead, to insanity. Speaking of, her murderer managed to escape jail time by pleading that he was mentally unwell at the time of the murder.” Siyeon replies.

“Alright, so what do we do now? Dig up some old bones and give them a communion in fire?” SuA suggests, which is quickly shot down by Siyeon.

“The woman was cremated, so that’s a no-go. There must be something else tying her to the mortal world.” Siyeon ponders for a moment. “Let me see the laptop again.”

“Sure.” SuA hands it back to Siyeon before looking at the TV.

The reporter’s interviewing a neighbor who had heard nothing of the incident, except that the girls had been playing Bloody Mary with a handheld mirror in the backyard.

“Bingo,” With a satisfying click, Siyeon turns the laptop to face SuA, "we've got our object of interest.”

On the laptop monitor is a picture of the crime scene from Lucinda Brown’s home. It’s obvious that this was a home invasion - a dresser was knocked down in the background, sheets were tangled with each other on the floor, and blood was splattered across every possible surface in the room.

No wonder the family cremated the poor girl.

SuA’s eyes drift up towards the middle of the picture, where a floor-length mirror stares back at her. In the middle of the mirror, written in blood, is a simple message: Help Me.

“She knew she was going to die there.” SuA softly says. “One last act of rebellion against her killer. I think we’ve got our ghost, but the question remains: where’s that mirror?”

~

“I can’t believe you still kept the thrift store, after all of these years.” Ryujin adjusts the cap on her head before leaning over the counter. “I know it’s your parents, but that place gives me the creeps.”

“I know.” You nod as you stare out of the cafe window. “There’s just a part of me that would hate to see it go to ruin.”

“So you just leave it in limbo?”

“So I just leave it in limbo.” You answer as she looks over to the register. 

“You could always come work with me, y’know. I might own this place one day.” Ryujin’s eyes sparkle with ambition, and you can’t help but laugh at her goals.

“You work on that, Ryujin.” You take a step back before the door opens. “Well, if it isn’t our reporter friends.”

“Friends?” SuA scoffs before walking in. “I thought I left a better impression than friends.”

“Maybe I want you to make a better impression now.” You tease before grabbing your coffee. “Order something first, and then we’ll talk.”

“Don’t have to tell me twice.” SuA rushes over to talk with Ryujin, which causes laughter to fall from your lips.

Wonder if she’s like this with every person she meets…

“Siyeon.” You greet her as she admires the display of baked goods. “You should try the donuts so Ryujin doesn’t have to burn anything in the oven.”

“It was one time!” Ryujin yells as she writes SuA’s order on a cup.

“I’ll get something in a minute, but I wanted to ask you if you saw the news this morning.” Siyeon places her hand on the display case as her eyes look through the different options.

“I did, yes,” You lower your voice before asking, “do you think it’s related to the other deaths?”

“Given that the girls had the same wounds that Yuna did, I’d say there’s a strong chance that it is.” Siyeon quietly answers.

“Do you know how to stop them?”

“We have a strong idea. Have you seen a mirror like this?” Siyeon grabs a folded-up piece of paper and hands it to you.

You grab the paper and carefully unfold it, and you gasp as you stare at the crime scene in front of you.

“I-” You pause as you notice the mirror in the corner, “I think I’ve seen that mirror before. My parents used to have one just like it in the thrift shop that they owned.”

Siyeon’s eyes widen as she looks over at SuA.

“I’m listening, hold on.” SuA hands her card to Ryujin before walking over to the two of you. “Mind if we take a look around there?”

“I thought you wanted to have a coffee shop date.” You smile as she bashfully looks away for a moment.

“Ah, so now it’s a date.” SuA chuckles before leaning against the counter. “We can change plans, as long as you don’t mind having a third wheel.”

“As long as you two aren’t making out in the back of the Impala, I don’t really care.” Siyeon shrugs before Ryujin hands her a baked good.

“Here’s one slightly toasted-but-not-burnt donut.” Ryujin says before grabbing a coffee from the back. “And your black coffee, you heathen.”

“I prefer my coffee black instead of liquid sugar, thanks.” SuA remarks before taking a sip. “Perfect.”

“Whatever.” Ryujin rolls her eyes before looking out of the window. “Hey, did you see that woman?”

“What woman?” You look out to the road, but there’s not one car or person outside except the Chevy Impala.

You notice the visible panic on Siyeon’s face as she walks over to Ryujin. 

“What does she look like?”

“Well, she had pretty blonde hair, but her face was a little messed up. It almost looked like she was dead or something…” Ryujin confesses.

“Fuck.” SuA sets her coffee aside before grabbing Ryujin. 

“What are you doing?” She frantically looks around as SuA drags her to the car.

“If you want to live, you have to come with us.” 

The door slams shut as Siyeon follows after her.

“We’ll explain in the car, I swear.”

~

“Are you serious?” Ryujin breathes deeply through her nose as Siyeon covers the rearview mirror with a small towel. “If so, I’m fucked.”

“But she didn’t say Bloody Mary three times!” You try to reason with SuA as she steps on the gas after pulling out from the parking spot.

“It doesn’t seem to matter who said it.” SuA runs a red light in town as you fumble with the keys in your hand. “What can you tell us about that mirror in your parents’ thrift shop?”

“I remember that they sold it to a woman in our neighborhood, a few weeks before they…” You trail off. “You’re telling me that this mirror killed my mom and dad?”

“Not the mirror as much as the spirit attached to this.” Siyeon says as she lowers the passenger seat window.

“This is insane, right?” Ryujin looks over to you with a look of fear that doesn’t normally sit on her face. “I can’t believe that you believe this!”

“I mean… I’ve always felt that there was something wrong about their deaths, but I didn’t think it was a literal haunting. I just thought it was a mean rumor that the neighborhood kids saw.”

“The same kids that would play Bloody Mary with that mirror?” SuA asks as you point out the thrift shop in the distance.

“You guys have done more to solve my parents murder in the last twenty-four hours than the police have done in seven years.” You shake your head. “I don’t know how I could thank you.”

“Let’s save your friend first, and then let’s talk about thank you’s, alright?” SuA pulls into a nearby parking spot as you hand Siyeon the keys.

“Are you positive that the mirror is here?” Ryujin looks over to you as you nod.

“The woman who bought that mirror had died a few weeks later, of an actual stroke, and one of her children took it with them when they moved out of her house.” You explain as SuA nods along.

“That explains the lack of murders in seven years, but that means someone brought it back to your town.” 

“I’ve used the thrift shop as a storage unit since my parents’ house was torn down two years ago. A few weeks ago, I saw that someone placed a floor-length mirror outside of the back door, so I brought it inside so it wouldn’t get smashed.” You hand the picture back to Siyeon. “The same mirror in that photo, minus the bloody message.”

“I hate to rush the exposition, but I’ve seen Bloody Mary in your side mirror.” Ryujin says before slapping a hand over your eyes. “Can we please get this show on the road?”

“Right. You get the hammer, I’ll get the shotgun.” Siyeon says as she and SuA exit the car at the same time.

“I’m fucked, aren’t I?” Ryujin whimpers as you rub her shoulder. 

“They hunt ghosts, or whatever they tried to explain to us. We have to keep you alive long enough for them to deal with this.” You attempt to comfort her as you hear the trunk of the car slam shut.

You roll down the window as SuA approaches your side of the car.

“Hey, be careful out there. I still want to get coffee with you sometime.” You offer her a cheerful smile as she runs a hand through her hair.

“You don’t have to worry about me, babe, I’ve got you. Both of you.” SuA winks at you before walking towards the thrift shop.

You shyly look away as Ryujin punches your shoulder.

“Can you flirt with her when I’m not near certain death?”

~

“Of course there isn’t any electricity.” SuA quietly grumbles before flipping the light switch off. “Where did they say the mirrors were?”

“Up ahead, and to the left.” Siyeon says before following your instructions. “Here we are.”

“How many mirrors are there?” SuA says as she looks at the collection of floor-length mirrors. “Do we start smashing, or…?”

“Maybe if we summon her, she will appear from the mirror that was in her house.” Siyeon says before turning to a mirror hung on the wall.

“That’s a terrible idea that will get us both killed.” SuA tries to pull Siyeon away, but Siyeon pushes her aside. “Don’t do this, I’m warning you.”

“Too late.” Siyeon locks eyes with the reflection in the mirror. “Bloody Mary, Blood Mary, Bloody Mary.”

The lights above them flicker as SuA approaches the first set of mirrors. The reflection of the flashing lights nearly blinds her, but she manages to smash the first one with little difficulty.

“Do you see her?” SuA yells before smashing another mirror.

“Not yet!” Siyeon calls out before turning to the side. “Keep going!”

The lights flash with increasing frequency as SuA continues to break every floor-length mirror that crosses her path.

Why would anyone ever have so many mirrors?

Again and again, SuA smashes every mirror that she sees. And again, none of them seem to stop the flashing lights. She travels deeper and deeper as her hammer strikes every mirror in her path.

SuA’s deep into the back of the thrift shop when Siyeon screams in pain.

“Siyeon-ah!” SuA yells out before running through a different part of the store.

How many different types of mirrors are there?

“She’s… here!” Siyeon manages to get out before another scream escapes her.

SuA doesn’t have time to smash every mirror she sees - she has to find the mirror, and fast.

She flies through the store, to the musical accompaniment of Siyeon’s sounds of terror and pain, until she spots a mirror with the tiniest bloodstain on it.

“Guess the mirror wasn’t totally clean, huh.” She says to herself before the hammer connects to the mirror.

It shatters instantly, just as Siyeon goes quiet. 

“Siyeon!” SuA backtracks quickly, only to find Siyeon laying on the floor with blood coming from her eyes. “You okay?”

“I’ll live,” She mutters before slowly getting off of the floor, “but she won’t.”

Siyeon weakly points ahead of her, where a woman that matches Ryujin’s descriptions and the autopsy report disappears into a cloud of black smoke.

“You think she’s gone for good?” Siyeon quietly asks.

“As long as the mirror stays shattered, I’d say so.”

~

“I suppose I should say thank you.” You say as you approach the Chevy Impala.

SuA leans against the driver’s side door with a smirk.

“I suppose I should say that you’re welcome, but I think an apology is in order.”

She sheepishly looks away as you wave off her concerns.

“Don’t worry about the mirrors. They’re not worth the price of someone’s life.” You look over to the thrift shop. “Besides, it’s time that I let that place go. It’s just a collection of bad memories and poor decisions. Something more positive and welcoming should take its place.”

“You’re selling it?” 

“No, I’m giving it to Ryujin. She’s dreamed of owning her own coffee shop since she started working at that little cafe uptown.” You gaze at the keys in your hand. “She’ll make better use of the space, I know it.”

SuA tilts her head at you.

“How is she?”

“Fine. Nothing that a pint of beer and a bit of therapy won’t fix.” You laugh to yourself. “How’s Siyeon?”

“A bit shaken up, but nothing major. Brushes with death are pretty common in our line of work.” 

“Well, for your sake and mine, I hope you’ll be a bit safer through your travels.” You bite your lip as SuA takes a step toward you.

“You’ll be thinking of me, even after we leave? How sweet.” SuA teases you before you retaliate.

“It’s not every day that I meet a girl as forthcoming, kind, and attractive as you.” You flirt back before taking a step towards SuA.

It’s in this moment that you realize how close you are to one another, and another step from one of you will cause your bodies (and hopefully your lips) to collide.

“If you keep sweet-talking me, I might not be able to leave.”

There’s a shred of honesty behind SuA’s flirting - she’s seriously considering staying for another night or two.

“Maybe that’s the idea,” You take a half-step forward, and you place a quick peck on her cheek, “but you have more people to save, no?”

“Unfortunately, I do, but I’m not ruining this moment.”

SuA pulls you closer by grabbing your hips, and before you have time to relax, her lips collide with yours. You immediately kiss her back as your hands land on her shoulders.

You only break off when you need air, and SuA looks at you with a proud smile.

“Maybe I’ll come back some day.” She lets go of you before pulling her aviators off of her head.

“Maybe.” You softly repeat as SuA climbs into the car.

Siyeon offers you a friendly wave before rolling down her window and handing you a piece of paper.

“For later, when you miss SuA.” She says before the Impala pulls out of the parking spot and heads back onto the road.

After the car leaves your field of vision, you look at the note in your hand.

Written in pen is SuA’s phone number, followed by a brief message:

For when you miss SuA, or if anything in this town ever requires our area of expertise. - Siyeon.

You smile to yourself.

Maybe you’ll call the Winchester girl and see if she’s free for a week or two in the future. Maybe you’ll call just to hear her voice and ask about her adventures. Maybe you’ll wait for her to track down your phone number and call you first.

maybe, maybe, maybe.

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manny jacinto in cora bora (2023)

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From Shadows to Shining Moments

Dreamcatcher's Kim Bora (SuA) x Female Reader

One late afternoon, sunlight filtered through the tall windows of Dreamcatcher's practice room, casting long shadows across the polished wooden floor. SuA sat alone on a bench, her gaze fixed on the mirror in front of her, but her mind was far from the routine practice she had been so dedicated to. The announcement from the company had come just hours ago: Siyeon, her best friend and cherished groupmate, was taking a hiatus due to severe stress and exhaustion.

The room was silent except for the faint hum of the air conditioning and the occasional distant sound of a passing car. SuA’s heart felt heavy with a mix of guilt and frustration. She had always considered herself to be in tune with her members' needs, but this time, the signs had eluded her. The pang of guilt settled in her chest like a stone. She replayed conversations and interactions in her mind, searching for clues she might have missed.

Her phone buzzed on the bench beside her, snapping her out of her thoughts. It was a message from the company, reminding her of the upcoming schedule changes due to Siyeon's absence. SuA sighed, her shoulders slumping. She felt like she was being crushed under the weight of responsibilities and emotions that she couldn’t seem to manage. 

With a sense of frustration, she stood up and paced the room. The usual energizing atmosphere of the studio now felt stifling, the walls pressing in on her as if they were closing in with every step. SuA needed a distraction, something to take her mind off the turmoil that was consuming her.

She grabbed her bag and decided to visit a local art supply store. Art had been her new sanctuary, a place where she could express emotions that words couldn’t quite capture. Maybe losing herself in the world of sketches and colors would offer some respite from the relentless anxiety she was feeling.

As she walked out of the studio and into the crisp evening air, SuA hoped that immersing herself in drawing might help her process her feelings. She found herself walking faster than usual, driven by an urgency to escape her own mind and the suffocating silence of the practice room. The art supply store was only a short drive away, but it felt like a journey toward a semblance of normalcy.

The store was a cozy haven, filled with shelves of colorful materials and bathed in the warm glow of overhead lights. The gentle instrumental music playing in the background added to the store’s serene atmosphere. The smell of fresh paper and paint hung in the air, offering a sense of calm.

SuA entered the store, the soft chime of the bell signaling her arrival. She paused for a moment to take in the comforting environment, hoping that the act of picking out new supplies would provide a temporary escape from the turmoil she felt over Siyeon’s hiatus.

She wandered through the aisles, her mind preoccupied. As she reached for a set of high-quality graphite pencils, she accidentally bumped into a display of sketchbooks. The resulting clatter drew the attention of Y/N, a young woman who was arranging some supplies behind the counter.

Y/N looked up from her work, her eyes bright with curiosity. “Oh, are you alright?” she asked, her voice warm and friendly. She moved toward SuA to assist, her smile never wavering.

SuA, slightly taken aback, glanced at Y/N with a mix of surprise and irritation. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just a bit clumsy,” she replied tersely, trying to brush off the incident.

Y/N, unfazed by SuA’s curt tone, continued to approach with a helpful demeanor. “No worries. If you need any recommendations or help finding something, just let me know. I’m Y/N, by the way.” she says pointing at her name tag

SuA gave a small, non-committal nod, her gaze returning to the pencils she had initially been interested in. “Just looking for some supplies,” she said, her voice lacking warmth.

Y/N’s cheerful persistence remained undiminished. “I can totally help with that! We have a great selection of sketchbooks and pencils. Are you working on a particular project or just stocking up?”

SuA, feeling a bit of her frustration softened despite herself, replied, “Just stocking up. It’s been a long day.”

Y/N picked up on the subtle hint of weariness in SuA’s voice. “I hear you. Art can be a good way to unwind, though. Sometimes it’s nice to just focus on creating and forget about everything else for a while.”

SuA glanced at Y/N, surprised by her genuine empathy. Despite the store’s calming atmosphere, she found it hard to fully relax. She continued to browse, trying to ignore the fact that Y/N’s friendly demeanor was starting to chip away at her emotional walls.

As Y/N continued to assist other customers, she made sure to periodically check on SuA, offering helpful tips and engaging in brief conversations about different art supplies. Though SuA tried to maintain her distance, Y/N’s unwavering kindness began to create a small, unexpected sense of comfort.

The interaction was brief but left a mark on SuA. The warmth of Y/N’s presence, though initially met with resistance, began to offer a glimmer of solace amidst her turbulent emotions.

The days had passed, each blending into the next, with moments of quiet reflection and subtle healing. The late afternoon sun now cast a serene glow over the art supply store, a stark contrast to the storm SuA had weathered. Y/N moved with practiced ease, arranging a fresh shipment of sketchbooks on the shelves, her movements rhythmic and calm.

As she placed the last sketchbook on the display, the soft chime of the doorbell broke the stillness of the store. Y/N glanced up, expecting another routine visit. Instead, she saw SuA standing in the doorway.

The warm light filtering through the windows caught on her tired features, highlighting the vulnerability that had become part of her recent days. Y/N’s heart ached at the sight, recognizing the depth of the struggle that lingered behind the idols weary eyes.

Y/N greeted her with a warm smile. “Hey, It’s nice to see you. Are you looking for more supplies today?”

SuA returned a faint, tired smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Yeah, just picking up a few things. I’ve got a lot going on right now.”

Noticing the strain in SuA’s voice and the weariness in her posture, Y/N gently extended her offer. “If you need any help finding something or just want to talk, I’m here. Sometimes, talking can be a good distraction.”

SuA hesitated, her eyes scanning the art supplies but not really focusing on them. Finally, she sighed deeply, a sound filled with heaviness. “Actually, I could use someone to talk to. It’s been… really tough lately.”

Y/N led SuA to a quieter corner of the store, away from the usual traffic. As they stood by a shelf lined with art materials, Y/N spoke softly, “I’m here to listen. What’s been going on?”

SuA’s composure began to crack as she spoke, her voice trembling. “My friend, is taking a break from work. She’s been struggling with stress and exhaustion, and it’s been taking a toll on me, I feel like I’ve failed her. I should have been more aware, more supportive.”

Y/N listened with empathy, her heart aching for SuA. “It sounds like you’re carrying a lot of responsibility. It’s hard when you feel like you haven’t done enough for someone you care about.”

SuA’s eyes filled with tears as she continued, her voice breaking. “I’ve always been the mood maker at my job, the one who lifts everyone’s spirits. I feel like I’m supposed to be strong and keep everyone positive, but now… now I’m the one who feels like I’m falling apart. It makes me feel like I’ve lost my value as a person. If I can’t even support my friend when she needs me the most, then what good am I?”

Her voice trembled with raw emotion, and Y/N gently placed a comforting hand on her arm. “You’ve been doing your best, and that’s all anyone can ask for. Sometimes, even when we try hard to help, we can’t control everything. It’s okay to feel overwhelmed and to admit that you’re struggling.”

SuA looked at Y/N, her face a mixture of sadness and relief. “I feel so guilty for not being able to handle everything. I’ve always been the one everyone relies on, It’s hard to accept that I can’t always be the strong one.”

Y/N’s voice was soft but reassuring. “It’s important to remember that you’re human, too. You have limits, and it’s okay to acknowledge that. Taking care of yourself doesn’t mean you’re failing anyone. It means you’re being honest about what you can handle.”

SuA’s tears finally spilled over, and she wiped them away with the back of her hand. “Thank you for listening. I didn’t expect to break down like this, especially not to someone I barely know. But it helps to have someone who’s willing to listen and understand.”

Y/N smiled gently, her eyes full of understanding. “Sometimes, just sharing what you’re going through can make a huge difference. I’m glad I could be here for you. If you ever need to talk more or just need a distraction, don’t hesitate to come by.”

As Y/N rang up SuA’s supplies, the atmosphere between them felt lighter, though SuA still carried the weight of her struggles. SuA offered a small, appreciative smile. “Thanks, Y/N. I really needed this. It feels like a weight has been lifted, even if just a little. I'm SuA by the way, I should have mentioned it sooner, I'm also an idol”

Y/N chuckles, "Ah that's why you look so familiar, I've probably seen you on TV or something, Thank you for trusting me with that information."

She watched SuA leave, feeling a deep sense of fulfillment. The connection they had made, even in such a brief encounter, was significant. Y/N was glad to have offered some comfort and understanding during SuA’s difficult time.

A few weeks had passed since SuA’s last visit to the art supply store. The rain had been replaced by crisp autumn air, and the store had a fresh, vibrant feel with seasonal displays. Y/N was busy arranging new canvases when the doorbell chimed, signaling SuA’s arrival.

Y/N looked up and smiled warmly. “Hey, SuA! It’s good to see you again. How have you been?”

SuA returned the smile, though it didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Hi, Y/N. I’ve been okay. Just… trying to manage. I came by for some more supplies and, well, I guess I could use a bit of company.”

Y/N guided SuA to the art supplies, noting the tiredness in her eyes and the way her shoulders seemed to carry a heavy burden. “Of course. Feel free to take your time. If you want to talk, I’m here.”

As they walked through the aisles, SuA seemed to be seeking a moment of normalcy amidst her ongoing struggles. Y/N watched her with concern, sensing that SuA was wrestling with something deeper.

SuA finally picked out a few items, her hands lingering on a set of pastels. “I’ve been performing and doing interviews without Siyeon, and it’s been really hard. It feels like a part of me is missing.”

Y/N listened intently, giving SuA the space to share her feelings. “I can imagine how difficult that must be. Siyeon must have been such an important part of your performances and interviews. How are you managing without her?”

SuA’s gaze was distant as she spoke. “It’s not just the performances or interviews; it’s the little things too. The inside jokes, the shared glances that we used to have. It’s like a void that nothing can fill. When we’re on stage or in interviews, it feels like a piece of me is left behind.”

Y/N nodded, trying to empathize with SuA’s experience. “It must be incredibly tough to navigate those moments without her support. It’s hard when someone who understands you so well isn’t there by your side.”

SuA sighed deeply, her frustration evident. “I feel like I’m constantly putting on a brave face, but it’s exhausting. The fans expect us to be the same as always, but behind the scenes, it feels like everything is falling apart. I’m trying to hold it together, but it’s hard to ignore the emptiness.”

Y/N reached out, placing a reassuring hand on SuA’s arm. “It’s okay to acknowledge that it’s hard. You don’t have to be perfect all the time, and it’s understandable to feel a sense of loss when someone so important isn’t there.”

SuA’s eyes welled up with tears, her vulnerability surfacing. “I’ve been trying to stay strong for the group and for the fans, but inside, I’m struggling. I miss the comfort and support that Siyeon brought into my life. It’s like I’m performing half of myself.”

Y/N gave SuA a comforting smile. “It’s important to take care of yourself too. It’s okay to grieve the changes and feel the loss. Your emotions are valid, and expressing them is a great start to heal.”

SuA’s shoulders relaxed slightly as she absorbed Y/N’s words. “Thank you for understanding. It’s hard to find someone who really listens and gets what I’m going through. Talking with you helps me see that I’m not alone in this.”

Y/N’s voice was gentle but encouraging. “I’m glad I can be here for you. My door will always be open, feel free to come by. You don’t have to face this alone.”

SuA nodded, her expression softening. “I really appreciate your support. It means more than you know.”

As SuA prepared to leave, Y/N felt a renewed sense of connection. The bond they had forged was deeper, and Y/N was grateful for the opportunity to offer comfort and understanding during SuA’s challenging time.

With a final smile and a promise to stay in touch, SuA left the store, feeling a bit lighter. Y/N watched her go, hoping that their conversation had made a meaningful difference.

Raindrops beat steadily against the window, creating a soothing rhythm that contrasted with the warmth inside the store. SuA stepped in, her rain-drenched coat clinging to her, and the gentle jingle of the doorbell marked her arrival. Y/N glanced up from behind the counter, her eyes lighting up at the sight of SuA.

“Hi, SuA,” Y/N greeted with a smile. “It’s really coming down out there. What brings you in today?”

SuA attempted to sound casual, though the anxiety in her voice betrayed her. “Just needed to pick up some art supplies. I’ve run low on a few things and thought I’d get them now.”

Y/N nodded, setting aside her tasks to help. “Sure thing. Let me get that for you.”

As Y/N gathered the requested items, SuA watched the rain streaming down the window, feeling a mix of nervousness and determination. She wasn’t really here for the supplies; she was here to see Y/N. The past few conversations they had made SuA realize just how much she had come to rely on their interactions for comfort and distraction from her mounting stress.

Once Y/N had prepared the supplies, she offered, “We still have some time before closing. How about a cup of tea? It’s been a quiet day, and it might be nice to relax for a bit.”

SuA smiled faintly, feeling a flicker of hope. “I’d like that. Thank you.”

They moved to the small kitchenette, the aroma of brewing tea mingling with the sound of rain. As they sat together, the warm tea in their hands, SuA felt a rising tide of emotions. The cozy ambiance of the store was a stark contrast to the turmoil she was feeling inside.

“You know,” SuA began hesitantly, “I’ve been feeling a lot of things lately, and talking with you has become one of the few things that helps me deal with everything.”

Y/N’s eyes softened. “I’m glad to hear that. Sometimes just having someone to talk to makes a big difference.”

SuA took a deep breath, her heart pounding. “It’s more than just talking. I didn’t realize how much I’d come to look forward to our time together. It’s been comforting, but it’s also made me realize something more...”

Y/N leaned in, her heart racing as she hoped that SuA's words would reveal something she had been longing to hear. “What is it?” she asked softly, her voice tinged with a mixture of anticipation and hope.

SuA’s voice wavered, and she looked away, unable to find the right words. “I... I don’t know how to say this. I’m normally good at expressing my feelings, but when it comes to you, it’s different. I’ve been feeling something more, but I can’t...”

Before she could finish, SuA felt overwhelmed. Her emotions were swirling, and she felt like she was on the verge of breaking down. She stood abruptly, her chair scraping against the floor. “I’m sorry. I can’t do this right now.”

With that, she hurried out of the store, the rain soaking her through as she dashed into the stormy night. Y/N was left standing in the kitchenette, her heart racing and her mind reeling from the abrupt end to their conversation.

As Y/N prepared to close up the shop, she noticed the rain outside had intensified. She was finishing up her tasks when she heard a knock at the door. She opened it to find SuA, drenched and holding her art book. The sight was both surprising and heart-wrenching.

“SuA?” Y/N called out, her concern evident. “What are you doing here?”

SuA, shivering from the cold and wet, stepped inside. “I had to come back,” she said, her voice trembling. “I’ve been thinking about what I wanted to say, and I realized I needed to be honest.”

Y/N led her to the counter, quickly grabbing a towel to help dry her off. SuA took a deep breath, her emotions laid bare.

“I’m usually good at talking to people,” SuA began, her voice steadying. “But with you, it’s different. I didn’t want to admit it, but I’ve been struggling with how to express my feelings. I think I’ve developed feelings for you—feelings that go beyond just friendship.”

She opened her art book, revealing a sketch she had made earlier. It was a drawing of the two of them, their figures intertwined with delicate lines and soft shades, a visual representation of the bond she felt.

“This drawing,” SuA said softly, “is my way of showing how much you mean to me. It’s not just about the art. It’s about how you’ve come to occupy such a special place in my life, and how much I care about you.”

Y/N looked at the drawing, her heart swelling with emotion. “SuA, this is beautiful. I’m really touched.”

SuA took Y/N’s hand in hers, her eyes filled with sincerity. “I know it’s been confusing, we've only talked a handful of times but I wanted you to know how much you’ve come to mean to me. I hope we can find a way to navigate this together.”

Y/N smiled, her own feelings mirroring SuA’s. “I’m glad you came back and shared this with me because, I feel the same about you.

Y/N and SuA walked side by side, their hands brushing gently against each other as they left the store. The rain poured down heavily, soaking their clothes and making their skin cling to the fabric. Yet, despite the chill of the downpour, they felt warm inside, comforted by the closeness they shared and the warmth in their hearts.

The lights dimmed, and the roar of the crowd surged like a wave. As the opening notes of their first song filled the venue, SuA stood center stage, her heart pounding with exhilaration. The moment was more than just a performance; it was a celebration of perseverance, friendship, and a return to something deeply cherished. Siyeon had finally returned.

SuA’s movements were filled with a vibrant energy, her passion shining through every step. Her smile was radiant, and her voice carried the strength of someone who had overcome obstacles and rediscovered her joy in performing. The stage lights illuminated her with a warm glow, and the connection she shared with the other members was palpable.

In the front row, Y/N watched with a mixture of pride and awe. As SuA danced and sang with renewed vigor, Y/N’s eyes sparkled with admiration and her heart swelled seeing SuA so alive on stage. The bond they had forged was significant, though the nature of their relationship remained somewhat veiled.

As the concert reached its peak, SuA’s gaze swept over the crowd. Amidst the sea of fans, her eyes caught sight of a poster being held up. The poster depicted an intricate, beautifully detailed drawing of the seven Dreamcatcher members, capturing their essence and the vibrant energy of the group. The drawing was stunning, and SuA was struck by the familiarity of the style.

She followed the line of the poster to its source, and a smile slowly spread across her face as she recognized the person holding it. There, in the front row, stood Y/N, holding the poster proudly. The drawing was Y/N’s work, a testament to their shared journey and a visual echo of the connection they had.

During a brief pause in the performance, SuA’s eyes met Y/N’s across the crowd. The recognition and silent communication between them spoke volumes but remained subtle and open to interpretation. SuA’s smile widened, and a wave of emotion surged through her. The support and love from Y/N had been a constant source of strength, though the nature of their relationship was left to the imagination of the audience.

As the adrenaline of the concert faded, the energy backstage remained electric. Amid the buzz, SuA and Y/N found themselves tucked away in a quiet corner. The distant hum of staff moving equipment and fans screaming from outside the venue created a backdrop to their own world, one where everything else melted away.

SuA’s eyes locked onto Y/N's, her gaze soft but filled with an intensity that sent Y/N's heart racing. There was a tenderness there, but also something deeper—an affection that had grown over the weeks they spent together, a longing neither of them had dared to voice aloud. SuA’s lips parted slightly as if she were about to say something, but the words caught in her throat. Instead, she simply smiled, the kind of smile that could break a thousand hearts.

"I can't wait any longer," SuA murmured, her voice barely above a whisper, almost drowned out by the distant sounds of the post-concert chaos.

Y/N’s breath hitched, unsure whether SuA’s words were meant for her to hear. But before she could respond, SuA took a step closer, closing the already minimal distance between them. The next thing Y/N knew, SuA leaned in, her warm breath brushing against Y/N's skin. And then, their lips met.

It was a soft, tentative kiss at first, both of them testing the waters, as if asking for permission without words. But as the seconds passed, the kiss deepened, becoming a sweet, heartfelt affirmation of everything they had shared—every late-night conversation, every stolen glance, every moment they had secretly cherished.

The world seemed to fall away entirely, leaving only the two of them wrapped in the glow of this long-awaited moment. SuA’s hand gently cupped Y/N's face, her thumb brushing softly against her cheek. Y/N responded, her fingers curling into the fabric of SuA’s jacket, pulling her just a little closer.

But just as they pulled apart, breathless and wide-eyed from the kiss, the door to the backstage room swung open with a loud creak.

"Oh," a voice gasped.

Both of them whipped their heads around, startled, to find the rest of Dreamcatcher standing frozen in the doorway. JiU was the first to react, her eyes widening comically as she took in the sight of SuA and Y/N standing so close, their faces still flushed from the kiss. Siyeon blinked, visibly confused, while Handong’s gaze shifted back and forth between SuA and Y/N, trying to process the scene. Gahyun’s jaw dropped open, and Yoohyeon exchanged a wide-eyed look with Dami.

“Uh… what’s happening here?” Yoohyeon finally blurted out, breaking the stunned silence, her voice filled with disbelief and curiosity.

SuA’s face turned crimson, her embarrassment as palpable as the tension hanging in the air. But beneath the blush was a flicker of resolve. She inhaled sharply, steeling herself for what was about to come.

"This isn’t how I planned to tell you all,” she began, her voice trembling slightly but growing stronger with every word, “but since you’re here…”

Y/N's heart pounded in her chest. She shot SuA a glance, silently asking if she was sure. SuA gave a small, reassuring nod before turning back to her bandmates.

"Everyone,” she said, her voice clear and firm now, “I’d like you to meet Y/N. She’s... she’s my girlfriend."

The room fell into a momentary silence as the members absorbed the information. JiU was the first to break it, her surprise melting into a wide grin. “SuA, seriously? You’ve had a girlfriend this whole time, and you didn’t tell us?” She let out a playful huff but then immediately stepped forward to embrace SuA. “I’m so happy for you.”

Siyeon, recovering from her shock, smirked. “You’re sneaky, SuA. I didn’t think you could keep a secret like this.” She crossed her arms but the warmth in her eyes was unmistakable. “But if Y/N makes you happy, that’s all that matters.”

Handong stepped closer, her smile soft and genuine. “It’s nice to meet you, Y/N,” she said warmly. “We’re happy for both of you.”

Gahyun, still a little dazed, finally spoke up, her voice full of excitement. “This is amazing! I had no idea, but… you two are so cute together!” She giggled, her joy contagious.

Yoohyeon grinned widely, nudging SuA with her elbow. “You really surprised us! But to be fair I kind of had an idea you had someone”

Dami, who had been quietly observing, gave Y/N a small, genuine smile. She stepped forward and extended her hand. “Hi, Y/N. I’m Dami. Welcome to our little family.”

Y/N smiled shyly, shaking her hand, appreciating the warmth in Dami's gesture. “Thank you… it's really nice to meet all of you.”

The group exchanged supportive glances before JiU spoke again, her tone serious yet gentle. “SuA, this is your life. Whether you want to keep this between us or tell the world, we’ll stand by you. You don’t have to decide now, but just know we’ve got your back no matter what.”

SuA’s eyes glossed over with emotion as she took in her members’ words, the overwhelming sense of support filling her heart. “Thank you… all of you,” she whispered, her voice thick with gratitude. She turned to Y/N, her hand squeezing hers tightly. “I don’t know what I want yet, but it means the world to me to know that whatever I decide, you’re all here.”

Siyeon stepped forward, placing a hand on SuA’s shoulder. “We’re your family. And Y/N’s part of that family now too. Whatever you choose, we’ll help you through it.”

Y/N, touched by the girls' support, smiled shyly. “Thank you… really. I wasn’t sure how this would go, but… I’m so glad you’re all okay with it.”

Gahyun beamed, practically bouncing on her toes. “Okay with it? We’re excited! You’re one of us now, Y/N.”

Handong laughed softly. “No pressure though. Just take your time.”

SuA chuckled, the tension finally melting away completely. She turned to Y/N with a loving gaze, her heart swelling with warmth. “I don’t know what the future holds,” SuA whispered, her eyes never leaving Y/N’s. “But whatever happens, I’m glad we’re in this together.”

Y/N smiled, her eyes reflecting the depth of her feelings. “I’m excited for whatever comes next.

Later that evening, as they walked back to their cars, SuA paused and took Y/N’s hand in hers, gazing up at the starlit sky. “No matter where we go from here, we’ve made it through so much together,” SuA said softly. “And that gives me so much hope for the future.”

Y/N squeezed SuA’s hand, her heart brimming with love and hope. “I feel the same way,” she replied, her voice filled with warmth. “I’ve never felt so supported and understood. Thank you for letting me be a part of your world.”

SuA smiled, her eyes shining with a mix of relief and affection. “I want to thank you too, Y/N. When we first met, you were my comfort when I needed it most. Your kindness and understanding helped me through some of my toughest moments. I’ll always be grateful for that.”

Y/N’s heart swelled at SuA’s words. “I’m just glad I could be there for you. You’ve given me so much in return—love, friendship, and a place where I truly belong.”

SuA leaned in, resting her forehead against Y/N’s. “We’ve come so far together,” she murmured. “And whatever comes next, we’ll face it together, with the same strength and love that got us here.”

Y/N nodded, her eyes closing as she savored the closeness. “Together,” she agreed softly.

The sound of distant laughter and the soft hum of the city around them created a comforting backdrop as SuA and Y/N stood in their own little bubble of happiness. The challenges and uncertainties of the future seemed distant and manageable, overshadowed by the love and support that surrounded them.

As they finally parted, a sense of peace settled between them. They both knew that no matter how the world changed, their bond would remain a source of strength and joy. 

With their hearts intertwined SuA and Y/N walked towards their future with confidence and hope. The night air was crisp and refreshing, a promise of new beginnings and endless possibilities.

As they approached their car, SuA turned to Y/N, a playful smile on her lips. “So, how about we celebrate tonight? We can get some food, just the two of us.”

Y/N laughed, the sound full of happiness and anticipation. “That sounds perfect. I’d love that.”

With their hands clasped together, they headed off into the night, ready to embrace the next chapter of their lives with each other by their side. The future was uncertain, but they faced it with a heart full of love and a sense of belonging that made every challenge seem conquerable.

[vibeswithdmian]

Let me please you | Yura [NSFW]

Dreamcatcher; Kim Bora x Lee Yubin. Smut.

Bora;bottom. Yubin;top.

Heavy breathing. Interrupted moans. Silent pleas. A hot, humid environment was what Yubin managed to turn into with just a couple of kisses.

Her left hand, which was skillfully and firmly holding Bora's thigh (which by the way, was trapped between her girlfriend's body and was on the small piece of furniture in her old room at her parents' house.), kissed the skin of her neck with euphoria and hunger; while her right hand worked hard inside her, pushing in all the right places.

Bora threw her head back about to moan out loud, but Yubin was even faster, bringing two fingers to her lips, indicating that she should put them in her mouth. — You're talking too loud, Mommy. — her heavy, dark voice made Bora feel her heart pounding, increasing the wetness between her legs and the desperate gasps returned. She was aware of the situation.

Her eyebrows furrowed, an expression of pleasure and frustration contorting her entire being to not raise her voice. — I-it's not my fault that you fuck me so good — she answered with a breathy moan, complying with Yubin's request, sucking on her fingers.

She knew perfectly well that on the other side of the wall was her family in the living room. She had to keep quiet, otherwise they might discover them. It was a risky thing to do, but very exciting to admit. Even more so considering that Bora is not exactly the quietest person in bed.

Yubin hummed in satisfaction, thrusting deeper. Her own fingers muffled the rain of moans that wanted to escape now, her reward even better than she thought. Bora's eyes rolled back, muffling her sweet chants. She grabbed Yubin’s wrist tightly, swirling her tongue over the intruding fingers on her lips.

Yubin gasped, feeling her chest swell more and more. — You’re so beautiful, Bboya. Fuck, you know how to take me so well. — Bora replied by sucking on she fingers, slowly losing control of her volume. — If you’re a good girl and don’t make noise, I promise to make you cum. Or do you want your parents to know what a slut you are for me and find me fucking you like one?

A new wave of pleasure ran through her body, shuddering at a few simple dirty words. Yubin knew what to do and what to say to bring her to the edge and get wetter and wetter. Her arm reached her girlfriend's shoulder and pulled her towards her, whispering: — I promise to be good, baby. Please let me cum.

Without answering, Yubin rammed Bora with speed, slowly taking her to her paradise. Bora, who was melting between muffled moans and a mouth that sucked and bit the flesh of her neck, still couldn't believe how she had fallen into the trap of her quiet, but perverse girlfriend. She got up to go get something from the kitchen and in a moment Yubin dragged her to her room and was already pulling down her panties, getting inside her.

But, neither of them was able to perceive the sound of the footsteps approaching there. — Bora, are you there? — Suddenly a female voice knocked on the door, waiting politely.

The former owner of the room tried hard not to scream once Yubin's fingers left her mouth. Her breathing was erratic and shaky. She had to try to hide it, otherwise they would be done for. — H-here I am! — she finally said.

A sigh of relief is heard from the other side of the door. — Are you okay? Is Yubin with you? She said he would come see you and when she didn't come back we thought something had happened.

Despite the situation, Yubin doesn't stop moving her fingers slowly. Bora pressed her wrist hard, trying to stop her. — Yubs-...

— You promised to be a good girl, Bora. — Yubin whispered with a pitiful pout on her lips. The brunette was perplexed by the change in attitude. Her mouth went dry and her chest heaved euphorically, causing a current to run through her body, wanting to throw himself at her lips and devour her with kisses.

Yubin has a duality that drives Bora crazy, both in love and desire.

— Bin, baby-...

— Do your best so we don't get caught, okay? — her free hand ran over her lower belly, lifting her clothes, exposing her entire chest and stomach. — Let me please you, mommy. That way I can keep my promise too. — after saying that Yubin leans forward, lifting her black lace bra with her hand, cupping her breast with one palm and putting the other in her mouth.

— Bora? — the person behind the door insisted. Bora bit her lips hard, pleasure was hitting her hard again and all she wanted was to be home, to be free and show Yubin how much she was enjoying it.

— Answer or I'll make you scream so loud that the neighbors will know what a slut you are. — The younger girl murmured, carelessly biting the skin, making Bora roll her eyes.

As much as the proposal sounds lovely, it just couldn't happen.

Her voice cleared and she replied. — Y-Yubin is with me. Don't worry. J-Just... the trip... makes her a little dizzy.

— Is she okay? Does she need some water?

— No! — she gasped the moment Yubin slowed down, denying her climax. — I-I'll take care of her. Don't worry.

— Are you sure? Do you want more time alone? I'll tell mom that when Yubin feels better they'll leave.

— Oh god, thank you! — she shouted more to her girlfriend than to her own sister.

Yubin's tongue swirls over her sensitive nipple, sucking on it afterwards. Bora's hand pushes her head from behind, gripping her hair tightly. — Don't stop, Yubin. I'm close, love. — she begged softly.

Yubin responded to her wishes by thrusting her fingers quickly, bringing Bora closer to her next release. Bora had certainly complied with her requests and deserved a huge reward.

Both of her legs wrapped around the young woman's waist, squeezing hard, warning of her coming. Her warm, tight walls squeezed Yubin's fingers, arching her back as her head fell back, trying to suppress the scream she wanted to release with all her might. She had succeeded.

Once Yubin slowed her pace, her hand left her girlfriend's hot, wet insides, her fluids dripping down her stained thighs, leaving a large mess on her hand, like the small piece of furniture. Strings of saliva connected her mouth to Bora's breasts. They were so full of marks and hickeys.

Her breathing was erratic, exhausted. Her vision was blurry, she could barely notice how Yubin knelt in front of her and looked at her with wide, still hungry eyes. — You did very well, my love. Now, let me clean you up so we can get out of here.

Bora swore she was about to gape, but the heat rose throughout her body again thanks to her girlfriend's tongue.

There is no doubt that Yubin is a big box of surprises.

[lynette-m-roses]

Serenity in Paradise

The sun-drenched beaches of Bora Bora stretched out before Henry and y/n, had their toes sinking into the soft sand as they strolled hand in hand. With laughter and joy in their hearts, they embarked on a much-needed family getaway, their children skipping along with excitement.

Henry couldn't help but marvel at the breathtaking scenery that surrounded them—the crystal-clear turquoise waters, gently swaying palm trees, and the tranquil ambiance that enveloped the island. It was a paradise that mirrored the love he felt for the reader, a love he wished to share with the world.

In a moment of pure adoration, Henry captured a photograph y/n standing by the water's edge, wearing a vibrant bikini that accentuated her natural beauty. Her smile radiated happiness and confidence, her eyes sparkling with love.

Unable to contain his awe, Henry decided to share this moment of pure bliss on his Instagram. Alongside the photo, he wrote a heartfelt caption, expressing his appreciation for the woman by his side.

"Lost in paradise with this incredible woman, Y/N," Henry's caption read. "Her beauty shines like the sun, and her love warms my soul. Feeling grateful for every moment spent in her presence. ❤️🏝️"

The photo resonated with followers around the world, not solely because of the y/n's appearance, but because it captured a genuine and profound love. Comments poured in, celebrating the couple's bond, their vacation, and the natural beauty of Bora Bora.

As the days unfolded, Henry and the y/n reveled in the tranquility of the island. They swam in the clear waters, indulged in delicious tropical cuisine, and created cherished memories with their children. The focus remained on their connection and the serenity of the surroundings.

Away from the public eye, they found solace in each other's arms, savoring stolen kisses beneath the starlit skies and sharing whispered promises of forever. Their love was a flame that burned fiercely, igniting their spirits and giving them the strength to face any challenges that lay ahead.

Eventually, the time came to bid farewell to the island paradise. But the memories they had woven into their hearts would forever be cherished. The photograph that Henry shared on Instagram would remain a testament to their love and the idyllic moments they shared in Bora Bora.

In the years to come, they would look back on that getaway—on the unbreakable bond they forged, the laughter they shared, and the love that enveloped them. And every time Henry's gaze fell upon the photograph, he would be reminded of the extraordinary woman who captured his heart, not just for her beauty but for the depth of her spirit.

For Henry Cavill and the y/n, Bora Bora would forever be a symbol of love, serenity, and the magic they created together—a reminder that true beauty radiates from within and that the love they shared would withstand the test of time.

[blooming-smiles]

imagine prompt: what would kamal do if he was actually Self Aware self aware instead of Weird Deja Vu And Leaning On The Fourth Wall self aware

(cw: unreality, dark topics- read with caution!)

🪷 - kamal if he was self aware of the game

- i think waking up back on the bench after the big event would be kamal’s moment of realization that something is Not Right.

- which only gets strengthened when he has the relive the same days leading up to the big event. and then again. and again.

- at first he hopes he’s dreaming. or going through some groundhog day-esk loop that requires him to reach some kind of moral lesson until everything is back to normal again,

- but it feels like no matter what he tells flower kid before or after the big event he doesn’t have any control over what happens. flower kid determines what happens to habit. and kamal has to watch the aftermath of their choice every choice over and over and over and over and

- the more he thinks about it the more he wonders. what role does flower kid play in this? this complete stranger comes and all of a sudden he has to witness the consequences of their actions over and over again. walking down the terrace past all of the object-ified habiticians, smelling nothing but coins, hearing that gut wrenching crash after the punch-

- and it begins to set in that he’s going to have to relive it all. over and over. and his stomach drops.

- but what else is he supposed to do? flower kid did help the habiticians after all, at least in some of the loops. that means that there’s good in them. and anybody with good in them doesn’t deserve to carry the guilt of what kamal is going through, he thinks.

- and if flower kid /is/ the source of the unreality… then that might explain a lot. and i think him realizing that might connect the dots to him and everyone else being an npc in flower kid’s world

- but what is he supposed to do? just stand up and tell fk that the jig is up? there was no way he make himself responsible for confronting habit especially after the seeing the state of the habit before he left… the cryptic murals on the walls, the blood on habit’s coat… god, all of the teeth in his mouth…. he might be even more avoidant of confronting habit than the possibility that he’s not real

- he was really stressed out before it happened, you know? and i think coming to terms with the idea that this whole situation he’s got himself caught in isn’t grounded in reality wouldn’t take away from his worldly problems taking priority. like sure, maybe he’s not real. but his problems are. very, uncomfortably real.

- and even with the horror of the situation i dont think it would really corrupt him per se? i mean. he /is/ strangely casual at the end of the punch ending considering the gravity of that situation.

- i think he would almost fall into a sense of normalcy over time, even if it would sicken him how horrific of a situation it is but he kinda has to just laugh it off for flower kid’s sake. he isn’t one to go against the grain (edit: in this context)

- at the end of the day i dont think he would fight against it. i think he would be more likely to just sit with knowing that his existence might be centered around being an npc kinda just. accept it. if he was created just to be trapped in the habitat for all existence, then well. clinging to the routine is the only way for him to stay grounded

- and if that means that he’ll never get to escape, then at least it gives him infinite attempts to point flower kid in the right direction… even if they don’t listen. it’s all that he gets.

(edit: i missed an opportunity to mention this but also. his whole stand up high and think about not existing thing. yeeeaaaahhh)

(asks open for requests!)

[gahyunszn]

in good hands

genre : fluff

warning(s) : none

note : i can not breathe out of my nose.

you haven't been feeling the best lately. you would wake up hardly being able to breathe due to your nostrils being congested, every cough hurt your throat to the point of tears, and the endless amount of grossed out looks thrown your way by your girlfriend was unexplainable.

it was another day of being sick, you woke up at 4am due to coughing your lungs out. sua, who was asleep next to you, shot up out of bed as soon as she heard your coughing fit, quickly scrambling to turn the lamp on while grabbing a bottle of water that was on the nightstand next to her. she quickly untwisted the cap and helped you drink, rubbing circles on your back to soothe you. 

you thanked her weakly before laying back down and taking a deep breath in and out. sua looked at you as you slowly closed your eyes, her eyebrows turning upwards in a worried expression. sua brushed a strand of hair behind your ear before putting the water bottle back on the nightstand and turning the lamp off, settling back into bed as well.

morning came and sua opened her eyes to not see you next to her which worried her. she wanted to make sure you were alright especially after your coughing fit from a bit earlier. sua shot out of bed once again and began searching your shared apartment only to find you making breakfast while holding a tissue in one hand. sua let out a breath she didn’t realize she was holding while slowly making her way over to you, wrapping her arms around your waist once she was behind you. 

“what are you doing out of bed? you’re sick.” she said in her morning voice, kissing your exposed shoulder as she watched you flip a pancake.

“i wanted to make breakfast for you for once.” you chuckled quietly, a cough following your chuckle which thankfully, you managed to cough into the tissue that was in your hand before it could contaminate anything. sua reached around and turned off the stove, guiding your hand to place the spatula down before turning you around and holding you by your shoulders.

“you need to rest, let me take care of you.” she said with a small grin on her face. you shook your head, attempting to turn back around and finish the pancakes, but your actions were shut down. sua pulled you away from the stove completely, grabbing your hand and leading you to the bedroom where she gently pushed you on the bed. 

“get comfortable and you better be drowsy by the time i get back.” sua scolded, pointing a finger at you before leaving the room and closing the door behind her. you huffed, staring at the ceiling before touching your forehead. you didn’t think you were that sick, but when you touched your forehead, you quickly pulled your hand back since your forehead felt like you had just touched a metal pole that had been sitting out in the sun. 

you started to get comfortable, wiggling under the covers before pulling them over half your face. you sighed as you looked towards the door, wondering when your girlfriend would be back, but that thought was quickly dismissed when your eyes started to feel heavy and a yawn left your mouth. you attempted to keep your eyes from shutting, but sleep quickly won. sua was just in the kitchen, making some soup that she knew you’d like, just something that would be light for your stomach yet good for your throat. while the soup was boiling on the stove, she cleaned up the kitchen from your breakfast attempt while also searching the cabinets for medicine. when she couldn’t find any, she shook her head, mentally scolding herself and you for not being more prepared by having medicine in the cabinets. sua turned the stove off before making her way to the front door, slipping her shoes on and grabbing her purse before leaving to buy medicine. upon returning, she quietly made her way to the shared bedroom, medicine in hand. she hoped you’d be asleep, but with how slightly stubborn you were earlier, she had a doubt.

sua quietly opened the door, peeping into the room to see you asleep. as she continued to quietly walk into the room, she could hear your light snores with an occasional gentle cough. sua set the medicine down on the nightstand, her eyes never once leaving you. she brushed a strand of hair away from your face which caused you to stir for a second, but you fell back asleep, snuggling into the covers and pillow. sua bent down, kissing your exposed forehead before leaving the room and going back into the kitchen where she poured some soup into a bowl. afterwards, sua made her way back into the room, setting the bowl down on the nightstand next to the medicine before lightly shaking your shoulder.

“hey, i made some soup and got you some medicine.” sua said in a voice that was calming and soft. you mumbled, your eyes slowly opening before adjusting to your surroundings. you smiled at your girlfriend who mirrored the same smile. helping you sit up, she grabbed the bowl and insisted on feeding you.

“babe, i’m sick, my arms aren’t broken…” you playfully rolled your eyes.

“but what if you spill it because…because!” she struggled to find a reason which caused you to chuckle. you shook your head, opening your mouth so she could feed you. her eyes lit up as she fed you a spoonful of soup. 

at least you knew that any time you get sick, you’ll be in good hands.

[yoyeolears]

it's okay not to be lonely//chapter 1

zhang hao x sung hanbin

genre: angst & fluff

warnings: death, cursing, a bit suggestive

masterlist: summary | 1 | 2 | 3 pt. 1 | 3 pt. 2| 4 | 5 | 6 (final)

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chapter 1: you comforted me when i had no one

word count: 2,745

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1st of January 2024

Hao had been certain that he would be alone forever after his parents’ sudden and tragic passing.

In fact, his theory had initially proven to be right. Three years into his university life no one had really approached him. Maybe it was because he was a foreigner, or maybe because he never made himself available or was even open to making any potential new acquaintances.

He believed it was better this way. Being alone was better than getting attached to people only to lose them.

That’s what he had thought until he met Sung Hanbin.

Well, not exactly the second he met him. His thoughts then couldn’t have been more contrasting.

Three months earlier

Hao was never late. He couldn’t afford to be late. This scholarship was the only thing that certified his financial capability to continue his studies abroad.

He had never been late. Except for today. He blamed it on his neighbours, who loved to pick up a fight with each other at 3 am in the morning. Hao was not a violent person, but last night all kinds of thoughts crossed his head as he laid in his bed trying to finally get some rest.

The rest he never ended up getting, which has now led to his ultimate demise.

If only he was a good runner. If the lack of sleep didn’t kill him, it would be these stairs.

Hao let out a big puff of breath upon reaching the top of the stairwell. He took a look at the familiar double doors in front of him. He had never thought too much of them until this very moment. Now, these doors looked as if the entrance to hell had been relocated and had been re-established as his lecture hall. He was sure he wasn’t going to hear the end of it by Professor Park.

His shaky hands reached the door handle before giving it a push.

Taking a step into the auditorium when class had already started could easily compare to that one time his mum had hired a clown for his 8th birthday party. Poor Hao was so terrified when the clown reached to give him the balloon with that big red smile of his that he wet himself in front of all the other kids and their parents. One word. Mortifying. And yes, he is still terrified of clowns. Although he supposes he would pick them any day if it meant having his mum back.

“Mr. Zhang, nice of you to grace us with your presence at last.”

Hao’s ears turned bright pink, “I sincerely apologize Mr. Park. I barely had any sleep last night and I slept through my alarm. It won’t be happen again.”

The professor raised his eyebrows, “It better have been studying keeping you up and not some girl or party. I wouldn’t expect such thing from our top student after all.”

“As if any girl would go near him.”, the guy sitting in the front seats mumbled to his seatmate.

“Or guy.”, the latter replied, both silently laughing at the ‘humorous’ joke they’d made.

Hao felt humiliated. Not only was he being scolded for being late, but his own professor was also making unfair assumptions about his late-night activities. Sure, the way he worded it might have sounded off, but he never thought any of the academic staff would think of him that way. Even so, what if he did have someone over? It wasn’t realistic considering he didn’t even know a single person in any of his classes, but would it have been so wrong if he chose to? He was twenty-one after all.

Though, he supposed that guy was right. It’s not like any girl or guy would want him at the end of the day. Who would someone who ignores any advances in favor of protecting himself from inevitable loss?

“Actually, it was because my-“, he tried to defend himself.

Professor Park cut him off, “I don’t care about your after bed-time activities Zhang Hao. Kindly take a seat and this shall not be repeated. Don’t forget you are here on a scholarship.”

Hao bowed his head, “Yes sir.”

He didn’t need anyone. Being alone was better. But for this one moment he really wished someone was there for him. To give him a hug and tell him it’s alright. That his mistake was not significant and that he could still do this. To give him strength. But Hao had no one. He'd eliminated any chances of that happening.

Randomly picking a seat, Hao sat down in his chair for the day. He couldn’t be picky anyway. He was pretty sure his usual seat at the back had already been taken.

“That was quite harsh of him. This is like your first time ever being late.”, a soft male voice whispered next to him.

Hao’s hands paused while setting his notebook on the desk. Was someone talking to him?

“Huh?”, he turned around looking at the not-so-much of a stranger, which turned out be Sung Hanbin.

Hanbin repeated, “I said that was quite harsh of him. You didn’t deserve this. You’ve never been late anyway. Plus, who cares if you had a girl over? Isn’t that normal?”

Was Hao being comforted by the University's proclaimed sweetheart?

“What do you know?”

His eyes widened, “Nothing. I am not trying to make assumptions. I just noticed how defeated you looked. It wasn’t your fault.”

Hao felt bad. These were the exact words he had wanted to hear, yet the first thing that rolled out of his mouth was an unjustified insult.

“Thanks, I guess.”

His social skills were terrible. If Hanbin didn’t think he was already a freak, he probably believed it by now.

What happened next completely shocked him.

He smiled at him.

“No problem! Always happy to defend anyone who has been subjected to the unfair wrath of old cranky men. You are Hao, right?”

Hao dumbly nodded his head.

A hand reached out to shake his, “I am Hanbin. Sung Hanbin”.

He simply looked at Hanbin's hand almost bewildered. He hadn’t had any type of normal human contact in years. Let alone physical. He didn’t really know how to act. The gears in his head were turning and he could tell Hanbin was slowly coming to the realization that Hao was starting to feel uncomfortable.

Hanbin retracted his hand, giving him another smile, “It’s okay. Handshakes are not for everyone.”

Hao, not knowing how to properly respond, gave him an incredibly awkward smile before turning back to look at the board.

It’s not like he would talk to Hanbin again. He would just store this event in his ‘moments-to-forget’ box.

He couldn’t have possibly known how wrong he was.

15th of September 2023

Hao slumped in his seat at the cafeteria. After his humiliating public appearance at Professor Park’s class, he had made it his life mission to never be late again. Even if that meant setting dozens of alarms and going to class on no sleep.

He couldn’t possibly fathom how two people could fight so much. Surely if they were this unhappy, they should go their own separate ways. It didn’t seem like they could or wanted to find an alternative solution either, so what was the point? Unless they were doing this on purpose so Hao’s murderous instincts – poor boy wasn’t even aware his mind was capable of such despicable thoughts – could awaken, unleashing a whole new side of him. One that would land him in jail for murder most likely. Then, him being a lone freak would definitely become a reality. If that’s what they were trying to achieve, they were doing a pretty good job at it.

Hao groaned before taking a nibble from his apple. He grimaced at the sour taste of it. This might have been the most distasteful apple he has ever eaten. Despite this, he took another bite. It wasn’t like he could actually afford proper food at the cafeteria anyway. Damn you inflation!

“Hao, hey!”, a familiar male voice exclaimed.

Hao furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. Who in the world was talking to him and why?

He turned his head to look at the source of the noise, when he saw Hanbin waving at him excitedly. Next to him, Hanbin's friends were looking at him entirely clueless. What was he doing talking to someone like Hao?

He recognized all three of them.

On his left, Kim Jiwoong, a senior in the Performance department of the University, known for his cool and laid-back personality. On his right was Seok Matthew. He had been Hanbin’s best friend since kindergarten and he himself was quite well known amongst school peers due to his reputation on the football team. Lastly, across the table sat Sua. He didn’t know much about her, but guessing from the way she kept on affectionately slapping Matthew’s shoulder while giving heart eyes, she might have been his girlfriend. That or she had the fattest crush on him and the boy next to her was completely oblivious. They were all considered to belong in the popular crowd, which Hao thought was a bit silly since they were in University for God's sake. How do you even get so popular in University, where thousands of kids walk around and go about their everyday routine of endlessly boring lectures and uncountable hours of stress-induced cramming in the library? He supposed some people could gain some form of popularity from joining certain societies or clubs, but Hanbin and his friends were practically acquainted with more than half of the University to some extent. Even if someone had never talked to any of them, they had definitely heard of them. If they had talked to them, they were most likely acquainted with them in some form.

Hao didn’t talk to people, but people talked about other people and since he didn’t really have any friends, this was the closest he could get to human interactions. Hearing all the gossip. It was a bit pathetic if you asked him, but it gave him enough social satisfaction.

He looked at Hanbin, eyebrows still raised in confusion. He lifted his hand, pointing to himself as if to ask if he was talking to him.

Hanbin laughed, before pointing at him in confirmation. Right, there were probably not many people with the name Hao in the school anyway. How stupid of him.

He felt his face go red at the embarrassing moment. He shyly waved back and then turned back around to face his table. He assumed Hanbin had already left to get back to his friends after this awkward greeting. Why would he even bother starting a conversation with him after all?

“I can’t believe you just turned your back to me. I am deeply hurt.”

Hao almost fell off his seat. What was Hanbin doing?

“Huh?”

Hanbin laughed, “You seem to love that response”.

Hao objected, “You scared me. It was to be expected.”

“Apologies. Sometimes, I forget creeping up on people will emit fewer positive or unpredictable responses. Won’t happen again.”

Hao just stared at him. He didn’t know what he was supposed to do. Did he try and make conversation? Or just wait for him to finish his part so he could leave him alone with his now brownish apple?

Hanbin looked at the apple in his hands, “Is that all you are having after five hours of classes?”

“I am not hungry.”, he weakly protested.

“Fair enough.”, he admitted.

He didn’t expect that. But then again, he didn’t really expect anything from Hanbin. He had thought he would persist, trying to get something out of him, to make him feel less.

“I am not hungry either.”, Hanbin noted, “But I hate to let food go to waste, so do you mind if I give you my extra sandwich? I am going out for BBQ later, so I won’t be eating it.”

Hao was beyond perplexed. What was going on?

He bit his lip, “Erm, okay.”

It’s not like he could say no. It would have been extremely rude of him to. He could do with a sandwich as well.

“Great, here!”, Hanbin reached out to hand him over his sandwich, before alarmingly retracting.

Hao’s eyes widened. He thought he was making Hao uncomfortable again. He watched as Hanbin awkwardly laughed to himself, placing the sandwich in front him on the table.

Hannbin regained some of his confidence, “See you soon, Hao. Enjoy the sandwich for me.”

He weakly waved his hand, in an almost lazy manner.

“Bye.”, he almost whispered as Hanbin ran off back to his friends.

What the hell?

30th of September 2023

Hao thought that after the cafeteria interaction, Hanbin would go back to his life and leave Hao to attend to his own. He was incredibly wrong.

In fact, Hanbin wouldn’t leave him alone. All of a sudden he was everywhere. For the first few days, he would come and sit next to him in Professor’s Park class, using the excuse that sitting next to the top student was a good influence. Following that, he started paying Hao more visits during lunch. Hanbin would always wave at him and leave him his extra sandwich, making use of his initial explanation; he wasn't hungry, and he had plans to eat out anyway. Now, Hao was aware that university students ate out a lot, but he wasn’t that naive. He knew Hanbin was doing this because he himself never had that kind of food. He didn’t know whether Hanbin was doing it out of pity or if there was another reason, but he appreciated how he never directly touched on the subject. He was being cautious.

And then, he started seeing him around the convenience store he worked at. And no, he knew Hanbin hadn’t been there before their first interaction a fortnight ago. After all, he wasn’t blind. Hanbin was incredibly good-looking, which made him hard to miss.

“Hey Hao!”, he greeted Hao at the register.

He took a brief look at Hanbin's items. Strawberry ice cream and lemonade. The usual. He was about to scan the first object when his eyes did a double take. There were two of each. Hanbin never bought two of each. Did he have company with him? Maybe Matthew was somewhere strolling around the story and Hao hadn't noticed him. Or was this perhaps some sort of post break-up therapy method? He didn’t even know if Hanbin had been seeing anyone.

Hanbin chuckled at his thoughtful expression, “Something caught your eye?”

“Erm, you just usually only buy one of each.”, he hesitantly pointed out.

Hanbin shyly smiled at him, hands playing with the string of his black Adidas track jacket.

“I actually wondered if you wanted to share with me. I know you go on break around this time.”

“How do you know?”

“You know… just by passing by.”, Hanbin bit at his lower lip anxiously.

Hao raised an eyebrow.

“Sorry, I don’t mean to sound like a creep. I genuinely pass by almost every day since it’s on my way home. That’s how I found out you work here anyway. Saw you through the window.”, he confessed, pointing at the window on his right.

That made sense.

“So, what do you say?”

“I don’t know. Don’t you want to share it with one of your friends or something?”, he asked.

Hanbin cocked his head back, “What do you mean? Aren’t you my friend?”

Hao’s heart clenched. Hanbin thought of him as a friend. He hadn’t felt this joyful yet devastated in a long time. He knew he was entering dangerous waters. Letting him in his life was not part of the plan. He would lose him somehow. He just knew it.

Still, his mouth spoke for him entirely different words.

“Sure. I can come out in two minutes. Just, erm, let me tell my manager.”

Hanbin beamed at him. He had a beautiful smile.

Hao smiled back at him albeit in an almost robotic manner, before turning to go to his manager’s office.

“Aren’t you going to scan my items first?”

He faltered before finally stopping and taking a step back. His ears were a deep red. He just couldn’t stop embarrassing himself in front of him.

“Right! How could I forget?”

Hanbin giggled. He thought that might have been the most melodious sound he had ever heard.

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Author's Note: Hello again everyone!! I am finally back with my second piece of work. I am so excited to share this with the world! As mentioned this one is a bit on the darker side, but I have tried to make it as lightheared as possible! Kindly read the warnings and proceed at your own risk! Stay safe people!! As of right now I think this will be roughly 3-4 chapters with each roughly 1,000 to 2,000 words. I still don't feel ready to share a bigger piece of work, so small baby steps for me!! Anyway, I hope whoever reads this sincerely enjoys it! Please leave your feedback!! It is really important to me as it encourages me to keep writing and improving! sending lots of love your way!

-Jina