#chaewon imagine

[lafortezanjz]

Your camera roll as Chaewon’s partner;

[wonijin]

INHIBITIONS

you and your leader have never made it past the co-worker stage. until, one incident turned both of your worlds upside down.

TAGS: kim chaewon/fem!reader. a three-in-one combo of angst and smut and fluff. 2.3k words.

WARNINGS: sexual themes. kinda red-flag chaewon

it happened when the other members left the dorm to do their own thing. only you and chaewon warm the enormous dorm. usually, it would be filled with thundering laughter or silent bustling. but today, it was enveloped in warm silence.

‘awkward’ was how you’d describe the dorms right now.

you and your leader have never been close. its not that you have anything against her. in fact, you held such high respect for her. and as far as you know, she bears no resentment towards you either. its just you’ve never had the chance to connect with her.

‘it takes time’ you thought. deep connections aren’t made in a blink of an eye. and you have just been members. its reasonable that you both consider each other co-workers right now.

you walked around the dorms aimlessly, trying to find something to ease your boredom. your eyes fell to the door leading to your leader’s room.

maybe the best way to spend your hours is by building long-lasting and pure friendships.

your feet led you closer before your mind can convince to turn away. as you come face to face with the wooden door, you paused. it would be better if you bring a peace offering. maybe fruits from the fridge or a cup of tea. is she a coffee person?

ideas arise at the top of your head one after the other until it was shattered by a series of loud sounds. you come back to reality and focused to hear the noises better.

no, not noises. moans. your body stilled, face feeling hot at the realization.

you should’ve turned away. you should’ve known better than to spend a second longer at her doorstep. after all, co-workers weren’t suppose to lean their ear on to their colleague’s room door. but you did.

indeed it was chaewon’s voice. you spent countless hours of vocal practice to recording sessions with her to recognize it anywhere.

you wondered if she invited someone over without your knowledge. the image of your leader making love with someone seared hot on your brain for a moment. you pressed your ears impossibly closer to the cold hard door. no other voice emerged. the sounds were undoubtedly hers alone.

the sounds she made tickle your ear through the thick wood and you couldn’t help but imagine her on the other side, pleasuring herself desperately with her fingers. your mind reeled at the thought.

before you could do something stupid, you walked away and into the confinements of your own room. where you trusted the walls would not betray the sounds you made that day.

a week later, a similar incident happened. this time, chaewon was walking around in very short shorts and a tank top. she was quite exposed, from her luscious neck to her eminent collarbone to her soft thighs. everything laid ripe for you to take.

but you pride yourself in self-control. something within your reach shouldn’t be taken just because you can. you’re better than losing to your own carnal desires.

yet, chaewon was bending in front of you. her hips sways when she walks, and the layer of sweat that clings to her. it all drives you insane.

you knew this wasn’t anything new. she had worn more revealing outfits in the past. and you’ve noticed her then of course. but this time was different. you didn’t know what melodies she made when pleasured then.

now, you do. and your nerves were bristling today. tired and battered from the pressures of your job, as taxing as it was rewarding. you desperately needed an outlet. a consolation.

the last straw was when you hear her again in her room. much louder and much clearer than the last time, lust drips prominently from her angelic voice. you press your ears again with less hesitation than the last time. because maybe its time you both graduate from being co-workers.

you open the door, fast enough to alert her of your presence but slow enough to not be labeled as “barging in”. the smell of sex poisons your senses until you were high with lust.

chaewon paused at the sight of you in her doorway. she was already red and sweaty but the embarrassment was well-pronounced on her face. ‘well, what did you expect?’ even chaewon herself was aware that she was moaning like a bitch in heat.

“please. don’t stop on my account,” you say after swallowing your saliva.

what was done was already done. you were already here and chaewon is too deep in her thirst for a release to stop now. chaewon might as well enjoy the consequences.

chaewon continued. she had the audacity to open her legs wider. her fingers reach for her mouth, sucking on them before aiming downwards. you watch every movement, wanting every moment to be burned on to your brain.

she locks eyes with you as she rubs circles on her clit. her other hand clutches the sheets tightly.

you close the door behind you and walk towards her. “may i?” you ask. she kisses you in response, whispering a small “yes” against your lips.

your eyes met hers again as you pull away. a silent conversation exchanged wordlessly.

‘there was no going back on what you were both about to do.’

you could’ve thought about how having sex with your leader would not only change your dynamic but the entire group’s as well but you didn’t. your entire focus was on her body. your pleasure and hers. the repercussions could wait. what lays before you should come first.

you stare hard into her eyes, she stared back with just as much fire. it was a challenge, if you had the guts to move. to move forward or to back down, each would take equally as much will.

so, you kiss her. because you were born with tenacity. going for something you want had never been easier.

you both moved swiftly before regret can crash over both of you , grabbing every piece of clothing and removing it.

“fuck. you don’t know how long i dreamt of this,” you kiss every part of her your lips can reach, convincing yourselves the pleasure was worth the punishment.

it is. for she moans sweetly in your ear, her nails digging through your bare back. the bitter pain pushing you to pleasure her further. you suck at every inch of her soft skin. lower and lower until you reach her breast. your hands fondle her soft skin while your mouth sucks and bites.

her other hand fists your hair. “more.”

her pink nipples swell at the attention, and you don’t stop until she begs for you to go further.

“i need you,” she breathes out as she tugs at your scalp, forcing you to face her bare core. her smell wafts through your nose, intoxicating you. if you weren’t blinded by lust earlier, you were now.

you kiss her inner thighs, biting lightly at the supple flesh. “god. come on, just fuck me already,” your laughs sent a wave of air through her womanhood and you feel chaewon jolt under you hold.

having enough of playing with your meal, you gave it small licks. chaewon grits her teeth, she wasn’t known for her patience and you know that. she grabs your head and shoved it into her pussy, forcing and end to your teasing.

your tongue drew circles at her clit while your thumb glides at her entrance. “that’s it. i always knew your mouth can do other things than just sing,” chaewon encourages above you. her half lidded eyes enjoying the view of you eating her out.

then, you switch your mouth with your fingers. your tongue slide at her dripping hole, tracing its entrance but never daring to enter.

you bring her to the edge until you removed your fingers from her clit to enter a digit inside her. your lips reach out to kiss her, giving her a taste. you proceeded lower to suck on her nipples, swirling and flicking your tongue once more.

you enter a second finger, picking up the pace. you feel her nails scratch your back harder as you feel her walls lock onto your fingers. “close, im so close. harder”

you grant her wish, exerting all your force into every thrust. your lips found its way to her clitoris again. the combination sending chaewon into a fit of moans. her soft voice were light and silent but loud enough to bless your ears. they grew in volume as she comes close to her climax, serving as motivation to you.

with one last stroke, she comes undone at your fingertips. the electricity of her high making her buck her hips in the air and clutch your head for support.

you don’t stop sucking her clit, helping her ride her high. she weakly pushes your head away from her pussy. you pull away woth one last lick making her sigh in fading pleasure.

you plopped beside her. her bed could barely fit the two of you but it embraced your sweaty body enough. after a moment’s breath, you grabbed your closed and walked out of the room.

chaewon didn’t bother to say anything as you prepared leave. words could wait. she only stared at her ceiling, wondering what in the world just happened. a million thoughts ran through her mind, all blurry and fast. but only one managed to come out her mouth when you walked in holding towels and a glass of water.

you hand it to her, as your mind registers the look on her face: regret. you felt a stone dropping onto your stomach.

“this is the first and last time of this.” chaewon says quietly before bringing the glass to her plump, swollen lips. is it wrong to want to kiss them again?

“yeah. i know.” you nod at her. the price of what you both had done is already being paid and you feel its effects. you feel like a rock, out of place and cold. so you got dressed silently, chaewon watching your every move as she sips at her water.

you were halfway out the door when chaewon called your name. “i had fun, you know.” *thank you* is what she meant. but you already know that so you nod your head and closed the door behind you.

you left chaewon’s room with more worries than when you entered.

the first to notice the shift in you and chaewon was naturally your members. they fell victims to the unbearable awkwardness when both of you are in the same space. they were also quick to notice how you turn stiff at the mention of your leader’s name. or how chaewon avoids uttering your name altogether. it was amusing as it was frustrating for the four members.

the fans speculated after. after all, nothing escapes a fan’s eye, small or big, irrelevant or otherwise. there were thousands of posts on the internet on how chaewon and you are never on the same frame. even if you were, you were both on to two ends of the screen.

did a fight broke out? a prank? not just the fans but the members were also dying to know what juicy revelation happened.

the next time you and chaewon were left alone in the dorm again was two weeks after the incident. the perfect time to properly talk.

you sit crosslegged at your bed, eyes burning holes through the door. you either go out of your room or she comes in. which one would it be? you wonder if she’s doing the exact thing as you right now in her own room. maybe she’s not worrying excessively like you.

as if manifesting her existence before you, you her a knock on the door. chaewon opened the door before you could get up and answer. she closes the door behind her, “you know why im here.”

she’s a leader. of course, she’d think of setting things straight.

chaewon copies you as she sits after you gesture to the empty space in front of you.

“this.” chaewon gestures between the two of you. “whatever tension we have has to end. it’s taking a toll on everybody.” chaewon was never one to beat around the bush.

“of course. you have any suggestions what we should do, leader?” you agree with her. you both knew the price of what you did and you paid enough already.

pink paints chaewon’s cheek at the nickname. your lips turned upward, looking at her pretty face.

“i dont know,” she breaths with a sigh. “we could get to know each other?” her voice raise lightly, her face showing her own uncertainty.

“how cheesy, kim chaewon.” you laugh lightly at her suggestion, but you made no protest. you agreed it was a great way to break the ice. “shut up.” chaewon smacks your shoulder.

“so you’d take me out on dinner?” you ask her playfully but it took a whole second for chaewon to understand the joke. and when she did, the color pink came back on her face.

“why go out when i can get to know you right here?” chaewon realized how her words could be taken right after it left her mouth. you cackle at her, while the pinkness in her cheeks turned red.

you watch her smile and you thought that maybe your mistake led you to something beautiful after all. chaewon wouldn’t be laughing in your room roght now if it weren’t for the incident.

you never would’ve guessed sex would be the answer to you and chaewon finally being close. yet, here you were laughing at her lame jokes.

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❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ CARMEN kim chaewon x reader

❀ ͘ ⴰ previous chapters | richgirl ⭢ that girl (she’s delicious) ⭢ idon’t smoke ⭢ pretty when you cry ⭢ homesick ⭢ super rich kids ⭢ girl, so confusing ⭢ consume (bonus) ⭢ take your mask off

↳ warnings richgirl!yn, more sakura and yn focus on this chapter, angst, flashbacks, guilt, a lot of confusion, over working, mentions of fainting, mentions of not eating, arguments, guilt, alcohol

it had been exactly a week since the girls stayed at the moons' humble home, and things had taken a strange turn, really strange.

yn returned to the dorms a couple of days later, though this time, she didn’t have much of a choice. their comeback preparations were in full swing, and her absence wasn’t an option.

but ever since their visit to yn’s family home, something felt… off. it wasn’t anything anyone could point out directly, but the shift in the air was undeniable. with everyone back together, practicing and prepping for the comeback, the strange energy became even more apparent.

yet, no one mentioned it. it was as though everyone had silently agreed to ignore the unsettling vibe that lingered between them, as if pretending it didn’t exist might make it go away.

no one noticed.

except sakura.

the first thing sakura noticed was how frazzled chaewon seemed after leaving the moon house. she had gone back to grab her phone and returned looking visibly shaken. when sakura asked what was wrong, chaewon brushed it off with a shake of her head.

the next thing she noticed was yunjin. normally the one to eagerly join in on chaewon’s rants about yn, yunjin had suddenly become... quieter. she didn’t even want to hear it anymore, shutting down conversations with comments like, "let’s just focus on this," or, "it’s really not that serious." it was strange, yunjin had always been vocal when it came to their shared thoughts about yn.

well, all of them except for kazuha, sakura thought.

but now, it seemed like yunjin was distancing herself from anything related to yn, actively changing the subject whenever her name came up. sakura couldn’t fathom what could have caused the sudden shift. what happened at the moon house that had made yunjin so... different?

sakura didn’t know where she found the courage, but she finally asked yunjin what was going on with her. the younger girl’s response was short and cryptic, “we’re a group, we should act like it.”

whatever that means.

you see, sakura had worked incredibly hard to get to where she was now, and she continued to push herself every single day. that was her problem with yn.

yn was the embodiment of having it easy. the brand deals, the fans, the love, it all seemed to fall into her lap without much effort. sometimes, it looked like she didn’t even have to try. she just had it, effortlessly shining in a way that made it hard to look away.

sakura liked to call her teruhashi. whenever yn asked what she meant by that, sakura would just laugh it off, shaking her head like it was some inside joke yn wouldn’t understand.

so yeah, sakura felt like she had every right to feel the way she did about yn. everyone in the group had put in years of hard work to get here, sacrificing everything to make it. and then came her—this rich girl whose dad conveniently got shares in the company, who was plopped into the group last minute before debut, only to become the most popular member overnight.

it wasn’t fair.

the room was filled with heavy breaths, the squeak of sneakers against the floor, and the steady rhythm of the music.

"one, two, three, four, all the girls are—"

"sakura, straighten your arms. make sure your lines are clean," the choreographer called out, scanning the group. "actually, all of you— wait, yn, come here."

they gestured for yn to step forward before turning back to the others. "this. this is exactly how you should be doing it."

"can you demonstrate?" the choreographer asked, turning to yn.

all eyes were on her now.

she stood there, unfazed, wearing bedazzled sunglasses so dark it was a mystery if she could even see. paired with baggy pink sweatpants, a top that barely passed as a shirt, more like a bikini top and, of all things, a pair of low moon boots.

what the hell is she wearing? chaewon had muttered under her breath when they left the dorm that morning and how does someone where that and still look good yn did, gosh she was a mess, a mess who was still the best in the room.

she unpaused the music, and immediately, yn started moving.

yn was versatile. no matter what concept was thrown at them, she adapted effortlessly, slipping into each one like it was made for her. sakura wasn’t going to lie, she had to mentally prepare every time they switched concepts, had to push herself to embody something new.

so watching yn do it so easily… it always made her feel a certain way.

like now.

the choreographer clapped after yn finished the part she instructed her to do, “that’s exactly how I want you guys to do it, keep your eyes on yn for now on.”

sakura kept her eyes on yn the whole time, noticing how the girl didn’t seem all that pleased with the choreographer’s praise.

why was that? if it were her, she’d be basking in it.

“yn you can go back, let’s start from the top.”

the rest of practice was a disaster, not in terms of their dancing, but the energy in the room. it didn’t feel like teamwork. it felt like competition.

sakura didn’t just want to match yn’s movements. she wanted to surpass them, but she couldn’t and that was the problem.

sighs of relief filled the room as the girls took sips of water, exhaustion settling in while they packed up their things.

sakura slung her bag over her shoulder, ready to leave, when she noticed something, yn was the only one who hadn’t packed up yet.

she stood alone in the corner, quietly sipping water from the dispenser, as if in no rush to leave.

sakura wasn’t the only one who noticed.

she watched as kazuha’s gaze landed on yn, her brows furrowing as she said something to her. whatever it was, sakura couldn’t make it out over the chatter of the other girls.

her curiosity only grew when kazuha suddenly shook her head, turning away from yn and heading back toward the group.

"let’s go," she muttered, not looking back.

"wait, wait, what’s up with yn?" sakura asked as the rest of the girls filed out of the room.

kazuha let out an annoyed sigh. "she’s staying to practice more. said she’ll be home in an hour, but knowing her, that probably means tomorrow."

"hasn’t she done enough?" sakura scoffed. "she already embarrassed us today. does she even realize we’re supposed to be on the same level?"

if yn wanted to be that good, maybe she should’ve just been a soloist.

kazuha opened her mouth to respond, but she just let out a sigh and shook her head.

most nights, sakura was the first to head to bed or at least the first to retreat to her room.

but not tonight.

it was nearly 1 a.m., and instead of sleeping, she sat on the couch, mindlessly watching netflix, barely paying attention to the time.

she flinched at the sound of the front door creaking open, instinctively pulling her blanket tighter around herself.

she had just finished a horror movie and was already onto the next so this was definitely not an ideal situation.

sloppy foot steps was heard making her furrow her eyebrows until it hit her, yn.

yn came into view, the sunglasses she had worn earlier now gone, revealing tired, red rimmed eyes. an oversized sweater hung loosely over her frame, swallowing her up.

she stumbled slightly as she walked through the entryway, one hand reaching out to the wall for support.

"yn?" sakura called out, her voice laced with confusion.

yn looked up at her, her eyes barely open. when she saw sakura, they widened in surprise. "um..." she mumbled, unsure of how to respond.

“I thought you came back hours ago, were you still practicing?” sakura questioned, yn’s whole body language setting alarms in her head, “how did you even get back?”

“it was one of my family’s drivers. It doesn’t matter what time, it's their job." yn mumbled, her words barely audible as she completely avoided sakura’s eyes.

"that sounds pretty privileged," sakura scoffed, her tone sharp with disbelief.

"it was either that, or I would’ve passed out with no one around to help." yn snapped back, her words laced with frustration.

"huh?" sakura muttered, finally noticing the hospital bracelet wrapped around yn’s wrist. "yn... were you just at the hospital?"

"what does it look like?" the younger girl shot back, heading toward the kitchen without a second glance.

sakura followed her without hesitation. “what? how? why?”

yn opened the fridge and grabbed a cold water bottle. “you know, the usual, undereating, overworking.”

“the usual?” sakura echoed, disbelief creeping into her voice.

yn let out a heavy sigh, leaning against the counter. “why do you even care?”

"because one of my members was just in the hospital, didn’t contact any of us, and then just casually calls it the usual?"sakura shot back, her frustration clear, “why would I not care?”

"because it is the usual. not my fault you haven’t noticed," yn shot back, her voice tinged with irritation. "and why would you not care? because you haven’t before, sue me."

sakura let out a frustrated sigh. "yn... this is different. this is important. this is your health."

yn shook her head, taking another sip from her water bottle. "it really isn’t different. with all the stuff you say about me, all the things you probably think about me, why on earth would you care about this?"

“yn-”

"well, since you’ve gotten me started, I guess I should finish, right?" yn cut her off, taking another sip of water, her movements sluggish like someone trying to sober up. "you know, you were probably the one who hurt me the most." after chaewon of course but she wasn’t going to say that out loud.

sakura furrowed her brow, confusion flooding her expression as yn continued. "I mean, you’re the older, motherly one who takes care of everyone... but you never even batted an eye at me. so, sorry for being freaked out right now by you suddenly caring."

the words hit sakura like a punch to the gut. she felt a sharp pang in her chest, she didn’t know how to respond.

"and when I found out you and chaewon were former idols, I thought, great, I have someone older who can guide me through this crazy industry," yn rambled, her voice thick with frustration. "but I guess I’m just too rich and perfect for that. instead, I had you laughing along with everyone else while old men belittled me."

sakura opened her mouth, but no words came out. it felt like everything yn said was just pouring out, and she was left speechless.

yn leaned further against the counter, taking another sip of water, and sakura couldn't shake the thought, was that even water?

"maybe it’s just me being dumb and craving that mother figure but it was such a shock for me," yn continued, "because when I was at sm, the girls I was with took care of me so well. you know aespa, right? you probably know I was supposed to debut with them?"

sakura nodded, her mind numb, her stomach sinking. guilt consumed her, she felt sick.

“yn-”

"did you also know I was forced out of the lineup because of my father?" yn’s words were laced with venom, and sakura flinched, the sharpness stinging her more than she expected. "I don’t want to be in this group as much as you don’t want me here."

"yn-"

"I have a question for you, unnie," yn said, dragging out "unnie" with a mocking tone. "do you hate me, or is it your insecurities getting the best of you?"

sakura was speechless. yn was right. yn was rich, pleasant, and constantly praised, yet that was just the surface, what sakura had seen from the outside. she didn’t know the full story, but the proof was standing right in front of her.

sakura wanted to be her in some ways, and that desire had only gotten in the way of building a connection with her.

"yn… I-"

"what’s going on?" chaewon’s voice broke through the tension, rubbing her eyes tiredly as she stepped into the kitchen. "I heard noise—what the hell, did you just get here?" her words were aimed at yn, who just shook her head, walking past chaewon and down the hall.

sakura’s gaze lingered down the hall where yn had disappeared, her chest heavy. chaewon’s questioning tone snapped her back to the moment. "what happened?"

a lump grew in sakura’s throat as she struggled to find the words. "um, nothing. just go back to bed."

she finally understood yunjin.

[starconstruction]

Stress Relief

Chaewon X Male Reader (Smut)

another indulgence piece cause shes a baddie lets be real.

smut tags: blowjob, pussy eating, rough, creampie, free use

Word Count 974. not proof read as per usual

You and Chaewon were not your average roommates, you two originally never saw each other. Knee-deep in study resources and sleep, essentially bound to your messy rooms. One night however you heard a loud shrill screech from her bedroom, you came in.

Her head was in her hands, energy drinks laid discarded on the floor. Next to her shirts, shorts and underwear. Her laptop was obscured by a cup of ramen, "Chaewon, you alright in here?" She turned to face you, her eyes a sore red. Strands of her bob of hair stuck to her face, she gave you a blank stare with empty eyes. The air ran cold as Chaewon got in front of your crotch, she was on her knees. Crunching a can of monster under her pressure, similar to you folding to her gaze.

Her hands gripped onto the helm of your shorts, pulling them down in one fell swoop. "Chaewon what are you doing?" You called out, "Shut the fuck up." She growled. Her hand started jerking you off, it felt beyond soft as you hardened in her grip. Chaewon smiled, mouth finding your balls as she sucked. She siphoned moans out of your mouth, uncaring for your pleasure as she used your cock for stress relief.

Chaewon slapped your rigid cock against her tongue, sinfully making noises as she got you wet. "Your cock is good enough, could be cleaner" she reviewed apathetically, mouth taking you inch by inch. She was an expert at giving head, drooling thick warm slobber as she face fucked herself on your length. Nose rubbing against your crotch,

she choked herself on your meaty cock. Looking up at you, the eye contact made you weak in the knees. Chaewon was frantically choking now, retching as it hit the back of her throat. You weren't willing to speak, too scared of her. Her fingers snuck into her shorts, rubbing herself off while she sucked you silly.

You were so close to finishing, Chaewon had noticed. Massaging your overflowing balls as your cum shot out, painting her throat a creamy white. She gagged it up at first before swallowing it diligently, she got off her knees and sat back in her chair. "You are dismissed." She said, already paying you no attention. What just happened?

-

Since that day you and Chaewon had a free-use agreement, it was her suggestion but you weren't going to look a gift horse in the mouth. You were sat playing video games with the squad when a small creaking sound came from your door. Chaewon stood there wearing a oversized shirt and nothing else, she sauntered over to your computer. You had no time to react as your screen went dark, disconnecting you from the game.

"Oh no.. The power went out.." Chaewon mocked, laying down on your king sized bed. Her eyes were locked in on you, shirt riding up giving you an view of her glistening cunt. You knew what she wanted, falling face first into her pink hole. You drank Chaewon's intoxicating nectar, tongue slipping between her folds as you sucked on the flesh. "That tongues so good.. Ugh.." She moaned, hands gripping your head as she pushed her semi hairy cunt into your face, riding the waves of pleasure as you spat all over her pussy.

Her moans became louder and louder, thank god you two were the only two not visiting family with how loud she was. "Keep licking, get deeper in my body!" She yelled, your tongue entered her hole. Darting in and out as her legs tightened, you could feel your own pulse in your skull. She squeezed for dear life as your finger rubbed her clit, moans at an all time volume and her body's orgasm was imminent." I'M GONNA CUM FUCK! TAKE IT!" She screamed, cunt getting wetter as her body spasmed. Your tongue moved through her orgasm, letting her ride out the high while she came down.

"Thanks.." She said, voice soft as she disappeared. You went back to play with your friends.

-

It had been a long week, grueling test after test and you desperately needed to burn off some stress. Chaewon was laying on the couch, playing on her phone while you looked at her body. Hands finding her tight ass, kneading her stress balls "Hey perv." Chaewon called out, you didn't want to deal with her conversations. Ripping her shorts off her body as you aggressively palmed her cunt, eliciting slutty gasps as you rubbed her lips.

You pressed your cock in her tight pussy, moaning with pleasure as you stretched her hole wide. There was no time or reason to go slowly, treating her body like a cheap hooker as you pleasured yourself in her cunt. Slamming your crotch into hers, Chaewon's face buried into the couch. Screams muffled by the fabric as you rubbed her backdoor with your finger, "I should fuck you in your worthless ass, another time maybe." She clenched around your length, now thoroughly coated in her body juices.

You sped up, "UGHHHH AHHHH AHHH" Chaewon was fully muffled but she still tried to moan, your hand found her clit. Roughly rubbing it with reckless abandon. Pounding nonstop as her body begged for you. She squealed as a sharp slap hit her ass, then another, and another. You didn't relent, flesh turning red as every slap was complemented by another thrust. "SUCH A GOOD CUNT! TAKE MY COCK" You growled, delivering a few more impactful thrusts as she sat there taking it. "GONNA CUM! GONNA CUM IN THIS BODY GOD!" Your movement slowed down as you spilled your seed into her body, throbbing as milk left you fully. You smiled, pulling out as your cream leaked out of Chaewon.

And you left, leaving her filthy as you went to do something else

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Getting Revenge (Hirai Momo x M!Reader)

Don't ask (I'm sorry) Word Count: 2166

I was walking through the hallways before I suddenly got shoved into a wall.

"Hey Y/N so any updates on the group assignment?"

I groaned when I realized that it was Momo.

Momo was very popular. When I got assigned to be with her for the group project I was a little excited until I found out Momo didn't have any intention of actually doing any work.

Now I'm pulling her dead weight which isn't easy since I still have major projects from my other classes that I have to do.

"Yeah I'm almost done with it."

"Good anyways see you later Y/N." Momo said as she continued walking down the hallway.

Momo is every teachers favorite student. No one would believe me if I told them she wasn't pulling her weight and since I don't want to fail this assignment then I have no choice but to do it all on my own.

I swear if I ever get a chance to screw her over I will.

I went back to my dorm and saw that my roommate Kim Chaewon was already there.

Chaewon looked up from her laptop and looked at me "Hey Y/N how were classes today."

"You know the same." I said as I sat down next to her on the couch.

"Is that Momo girl still not doing her part of the assignment?"

"Yeah and I'm gonna have to stay up all night doing her part."

"That sucks Y/N. I would help if I could but I have my own class work to do."

I pulled out my laptop and started working on the assignment. Me and Chaewon worked next to each other in silence until she spoke up.

"Before I forget Y/N I invited my friend Yeji over so we can do some karaoke. Is that gonna be a problem?"

Yeji and Chaewon can get pretty loud when they do karaoke. And Chaewon knows that I am going to stay up all night doing work so she's probably asking cause she doesn't want to disturb me. But I didn't want to ruin Chaewons day as she doesn't have much free time and this was likely the only time she could hangout with one of her friends at least until exams ended.

I guess I can suck it up for one night.

"No problem Chaewon but can you try to keep it down this time."

"No promises." Chaewon said before she went back to doing her work.

"I shouldn't be up at this hour." I said as I looked at the clock and saw it was 1:30am.

I tried focusing on my work but I couldn't due to how loud Chaewon and Yeji were.

I texted my friend Haewon if I could stay in her dorm for the night and she quickly replied that I could.

I grabbed my stuff and made my way to her dorm but on my way I heard something coming from the floor below.

"Fuck I'm stuck."

The voice sounded familiar but I couldn't tell who it was because it was so quiet. I'm not sure why someone would be downstairs because the college is doing renovations down there so students shouldn't be their to begin with.

Just in case someone actually needs help I made my way downstairs and saw a bunch of incomplete walls and it looked like someone was stuck.

It was dark so I walked closer to see who it was.

"Wait is there someone there? ... YES I'm stuck can you pull me out!"

I paused as I realized I recognized that voice.

"Momo?"

"Oh great the last person I wanted to see, honestly I'd rather be stuck here until someone else arrives than be helped by you."

"Momo what are you doing here? Students aren't supposed to be down here."

"Well I got curious about what was down here and I tripped. Now I'm stuck in this wall. Happy now Y/N? Now if you can just pull me out we can both act like nothing happened."

I walked in front of Momo and we could barely see each other's faces because of how dark it was.

"I thought you said you'd rather be stuck than have me help you."

"Look Y/N I'm known as a popular student. If a teacher finds me it'll be embarrassing and if another student finds me they'll definitely take pictures and ruin my reputation. So how about you help me out here."

"Help you? Why would I do that if you have never made an effort to help me?"

"Ugh you're so needy. Fine I'll do anything you want if you help me get out of this wall except school work."

I pondered for a moment if I should help out Momo. I mean taking a picture of her stuck in a wall and spreading it to others would ruin her reputation. But on the other hand...

"I'll take that deal."

"Thanks Y/N now just get me out of here and I'll hold up my end of the deal." Momo said desperate to get out of the wall.

"I think you can hold your end of the deal just fine in the wall." I said as I started to pull my pants down.

"Wh-what are you doing." Momo said sounding both shocked and nervous.

"Momo as much as I hate you I can't lie. I find you extremely attractive. So I think I'll pleasure myself with you."

Even though I could barely see Momos face I could tell she was slightly blushing.

"Well ... Fine just know I'm only agreeing because I want to get out of here not because I have any feelings for you."

I pulled my pants all the way down and my cock sprung out. I started smacking it on Momos face which eventually made her groan.

"Y/N stop teasing me."

I decided to listen to her and shoved my cock deep inside her mouth.

Momo was trying to say something but it was muffled. I started to quickly thrust in and out of Momos mouth. I felt extreme pleasure from Momo. I shoved my cock as deep as I could inside Momos mouth and she started gagging. Her throat felt insanely good I didn't want to pull out.

Tears fell down Momos cheek and she tried to push me away but I kept my cock in her mouth.

Eventually I did pull out and Momo started gasping for air. I was more focused on how drenched my cock was. It was completely covered in her spit. I couldn't believe I got the most popular girl in school to choke on my cock.

I got on my knees so I could have my face on the same level as Momos and I started to kiss her.

Momo kissed me back and we started to make out. I slid my tongue into her mouth and our tongues started to fight. I won and the tongue war and started to kiss Momo more roughly.

Momo reached down and started to pump my cock and I moaned into Momos mouth.

My cock started twitching and I knew I was about to cum. I stopped kissing Momo and she looked at me confused.

"Y/N why did you stop? Was I not a good enough kisser?"

"Momo are you on birth control?"

"Yeah wh-" Momo cut herself off as she quickly realized what I wanted to do.

I went to the other side of the wall and pulled her jeans down. When I saw her big ass and her pink panties my cock got hard instantly, and I put my hands on Momos ass and started touching every inch of it.

"Fuck Y/N just do it."

"Well that isn't as fun Momo."

I started to lick Momos ass while rubbing her covered pussy.

"Y/N I fucking swear-"

"Fine since you're so impatient I guess I'll get on with it then Momo."

I decided to get on with it and took her panties off and aligned my cock with her pussy.

"Y/N this is my first time being penetrated by a cock." Momo said in an uneasy tone.

"First time by a cock? Has someone shoved something else in you?"

"Well ... My roommate Sana and I have had lesbian sex every now and then and she has shoved her fingers deep in me before."

I was a little surprised to hear Momo has had lesbian sex before. I thought if someone would be the one to have sex with her first it would be one of the popular boys in college like Lee Felix or Jeon Jungkook.

"So I'm your first guy?" I said as I started to slide my cock into Momos warm pussy.

"Ah ~ yes Y/N your cock is the first cock to enter my pussy."

Hearing Momo moans made me go crazy and it made me want to go rough on her. I started I increase my speed and the sounds of me slamming into Momo could probably be heard from the floor above us.

Momos pussy hugged my cock so tightly it felt like it cut off the blood flow to it. I struggled to even move my cock in her. I smacked Momos ass and left my hand print on it.

"How about you shake that ass for me Momo?"

Momo started to shake her ass and I couldn't help but to continue smacking her ass. Seeing her ass jiggle and get redder every time I smacked it was something I couldn't get enough of and I kept going until Momos ass went fully red.

I ended up cumming into Momo. I filled Momo with a big thick load of cum it almost leaked out of her pussy. I grabbed my cum and put it back into her pussy so it didn't go to waste.

I went back to the side Momos head was and saw that she was covering her mouth.

"Why are you covering your mouth?"

"I didn't want people to hear me."

"Why not I think everyone should hear your pretty moans."

"Don't say that Y/N." Momo looked away from me as she said that.

"So are you gonna get me out now?"

"How about you give me a boob job first."

"Make it quick."

I swiftly took Momos shirt off and saw how tightly her bra was squeezing her tits.

"How about we set these free Momo?" I said as I started playing with her tits with my hands.

"Mhm yes Y/N please take my bra off for me."

I unhooked Momos bra and shoved my face between her breasts. They felt extremely soft and I started to lick them. They tasted like heaven I couldn't get enough of them.

Momo tried to cover her mouth again but I grabbed her wrists to stop her.

"Let me hear your pretty voice Momo. Most people are sleeping at this hour so don't bother covering your moans."

"Agh ~ Y/N keep licking them."

I went back to licking Momos boobs and squeezed them. I pinched Momos nipples and she yelped.

"Y/N that hurts!"

I eventually pulled my face away and started to put my cock in between her soft boobs.

I grabbed both of her tits and squeezed them on my cock. I moaned from the pleasure I felt and started moving her tits up and down on my cock.

I kept going but I felt like I was about to cum. I didn't want to cum on her boobs as it would definitely spill onto the floor.

Momo how about we get you out of here and into my room?

"That'd be great Y/N let's go."

I dressed Momo back up and then helped push Momo free. Afterwards I led her to my dorm room where I was still able to hear Yeji and Chaewon going hard with their karaoke.

I led Momo to my room and we went back to kissing each other. We helped each other take our clothes off and went back to fucking each other.

We did a few more rounds with each other making each other cum.

Out of nowhere Chaewon barged through the door

"Hey Y/N wanna join- WHAT THE FUCK?"

Me and Momo looked at Chaewon and we felt embarrassed. I guess we were so focused on each other that we didn't notice they stopped singing there karaoke.

"I can explain-" but before I could mutter another word Yeji suddenly came into the room also.

"Chaewon what's wrong ... WAIT WHY IS MOMO BEING FUCKED BY YOUR ROOMMATE?!"

Both Yeji and Chaewon started screaming at me. I wasn't able to make out what they were saying but suddenly Haewon entered the room.

"Y/N you never came to my dorm are you-"

Haewon looked at me and Momo on the bed naked, then looked at Yeji and Chaewon before speaking.

"Am I interrupting something important?"

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Stay tuned for part 2 where they all fuck each other (I won't post a part 2)

I was gonna originally name it "Getting revenge on my bully stuck in a wall" But that's just way too long and I didn't end up leaning into the whole "Momo being a bully" thing as much.

[ninguitar]

୨୧　𝓜Y KIND OF WOMAN　˒˒　KCW

─── ﹙🎀﹚everyone—fans, idols, and tv hosts—always found you to be drop-dead gorgeous, their heads snapping at the mere presence of you, and your girlfriend, kim chaewon did, too. nonetheless, that didn't stop the animate, child-like pout on the korean girl's face that proved her jealousy.

pairing. kim chaewon x idol f!r (not in lsf) genre. fluff wc. 1k+ notes. jealous kcw my baefy i fear 💔 req here !! ( MASTERLIST )

now playing ⋆ my kind of woman by mac demarco

YOUR HAND CUPS CHAEWON'S JAW, your thumb tracing over her pouty lips, as a giggle escapes your breath, "you're pouting, chae." shortly, you press a kiss against the top of her head, nudging her shoulder playfully.

"i'm not even pouting," chaewon mumbles, not even caring to face your gaze, as she crosses her arms against her chest, sulking in a random corner of the dorms, away from the overbearing chatter of idols gushing over your new comeback with your respective group.

you sigh, "you don't need to be jealous, chae; it's only you, always has been," you try to reassure the girl, snorting as you do so. you lightly nudge her shoulder, a tender smile cracking through your lips, as you berate the girl for her sheer idiocy at thinking you would ever put anybody above her.

"jealous?" she huffs, her voice cracking a bit, jerking her hand away from you, as she almost stills. her eyes fixate on you, hurt displayed in them, your words obviously bruising her poor ego. facing you, that same child-like pout remains on her face, making your gaze soften.

god, no matter how silly the korean girl was, you couldn't help but feel pity for her, especially when she pouts.

"yes, jealous, chae," a sigh drifts from your lips, as your eyes glaze over her lips, more specifically her pout. your hand cups her jaw, simply shaking your head, "lighten up, baby." you press a tender kiss against chaewon's temples, your hand drawing circles on her shoulder unconsciously.

you knew why the korean girl was jealous; practically anybody focusing on her could tell. you always assured her that it would only ever be her in your heart, her name practically etched in it. you were her girl, and vice-versa.

nestled between one of your members and another idol who was your inkigayo host partner, you stood tall, your ring-clad hand firmly gripping onto a mic. it was just another music bank event, where you were the mc for the next few months.

your eyes stayed glued to the camera standing in front of you, waiting for it to start rolling. a faux smile plastered on your face, as you meekly conversed with your mc partner, muttering small, short answers.

afar stood a jealous chaewon, her eyes locked onto your figure. her jaw clenched in slight panic, tracing your every moves, too over-consumed by her envy to even notice your lack of comfort. the lack of you makes her heart cold, as she leans against the wall, impatiently waiting for the cameras to roll, too, hoping it'd abruptly interrupt the conversation between you and your partner.

her eyes narrowed slightly, an obvious hint of jealousy flickering in her gaze. without any thoughts, the korean girl strode over to you, a similar faux smile adorning her face, too. she tapped your shoulder, making you slightly shudder, your cheeks flushed.

"do you know when it'll start broadcasting?" chaewon meekly muttered, a grin tugging the corners of her lips, as she leaned closer to you. before you could reply, you watched the korean girl send a glare at your mc partner, making a quiet giggle escape your breath.

"you don't even know what you're saying; i'm not jealous," she deflects in mock offense, a grunt escaping her throat, as the korean girl's gaze wanders to everywhere but you, as though she had no interest in you. her lips unconsciously jut further in a pout, making a series of giggles escape you.

"okay- okay, fine, you're not jealous, then," you know chaewon was being dramatic—hell, the girl was usually dramatic when it comes to situations like this. your eyes flicker to her arms, noticing the way they're clenched at her sides, practically itching to wrap them around your shoulders and hold onto you for eternity.

"this is about musicbank, isn't it?" you murmur, pulling the korean girl even closer to you, as your hand entangles itself in her hair, your other hand cupping her jaw still. it traces over her cheeks, your eyes mesmerized with her makeup and features.

chaewon's eyes narrow at your face, irritation painting it. your words ring over and over again in her head, making her withdraw your hand off her jaw. nonetheless, you hold the girl gently, a stark contrast to the look in the korean girl's gaze.

"shut up," she murmurs under her breath, her eyes squinting further at your words, and she couldn't be more obvious with the still as prominent pout on her lips, "she was looking at you weirdly," referring to your host partner.

her words prompt a chuckle from you, "we're friends—that's all, pretty," as you bring your hand back to chaewon's chin, your hand snug and secure, "she's just a work friend—not somebody i hang out with on the regular."

the korean girl frowns at your words, meekly nodding, as she states bitterly, "still—everybody could tell she wanted you." her eyebrows furrow in irritation, though nonetheless, she eases into her touch, her weight against yours.

although you knew of the girl's tendency to get even a bit jealous by small things, nothing would've made you assume that at a small, uncomfortable conversation with your music bank partner would make the korean girl bitter and jealous. you didn't intend to make her jealous, but that didn't mean you didn't like relentlessly teasing her for her jealousy.

"no more talkin' to whatever her name is," chaewon mutters against your ear, her breath fanning over it. you could hear how bruised her pride was just by her voice. you meekly nod, holding the korean girl tenderly, as you brush your hands through her hair.

"she's not as cute as i am—right?" she grumbles, making a series of giggles escaping your breath. before you could humor her, chaewon captures your lips with hers, fervently pressing them against yours. her hands slip themselves around your waist, drawing patterns at your lower back.

"always, c'mon, y'know that," you humor her, "especially with your pouts." your lips surge against hers, pressing long, searing kisses against them. the korean girl's hands continue to draw circles on your lower back softly, a cheeky grin on her face.

"my kind of woman," chaewon drawls, pouring all her attention towards you.

and i'm down on my hands and knees

beggin' you please baby

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[baelabong]

ʙᴀᴄᴋꜱᴛᴀɢᴇ

(ɢ!ᴘ ᴄʜᴀᴇᴡᴏɴ x ᴍᴀᴋᴇᴜᴘ!ᴀʀᴛɪꜱᴛ!ꜰᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ)

plot: being chaewon’s personal makeup artist came with its perks

notes/warnings: smur, g!p, p in v, cumming in p, riding-ish, not much plot tbh

waiting for u @1luvkarina 🫣🫣

chaewon sat on the edge of the chair, her leg bouncing slightly as she watched you lay out your makeup kit. her eyes locked onto your every movement, filled with urgency. “please, y/n,” she said, her voice low but trembling, “i need you. just a little, before the show.”

you glanced over, smirking as you grabbed a brush. “fine, but you need to sit still. no moving while i do this,” you replied, your tone teasing but firm. “come on, get in the chair.”

without hesitation, chaewon slid off her skirt and briefs, her hands trembling a little from the rush. she sat back down, her hard cock already throbbing with need. you noticed how her chest rose and fell quickly, showing just how desperate she was.

you pushed your panties aside and moved closer, the cool air hitting your bare skin. with a quick shift of your hips, you pressed yourself against her length, earning a sharp hiss from chaewon. her precum smeared against your thighs as her eyes darted up to meet yours. the heat between you was palpable, an unspoken urgency hanging in the air.

straddling her, you slowly sank down, feeling her stretch you. your breath hitched as the pressure built, and chaewon gasped, her grip on the chair tightening. “god, you’re so tight,” she muttered, her voice thick with lust.

you grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at you. “keep your eyes on me, or i won’t move,” you commanded, though your voice softened with need. she nodded, her eyes wide, pleading.

“p-please move,” she whispered, her voice barely holding steady. you could feel her fingers digging into your waist, her body trembling beneath you as you started moving, slowly at first. you built a steady rhythm, watching her chest rise and fall faster with each thrust.

you reached over for your makeup brushes, not breaking your stride. your hips rocked against her as you dabbed foundation onto her flushed cheeks. chaewon let out a moan, trying to keep her composure as you continued riding her.

“you look so beautiful,” you whispered, your breath catching as you stared at her. her lip quivered, trying to hold back another moan, but her eyes screamed with need.

just as she was about to lose herself, you stopped. her hips bucked up instinctively, a frustrated whine escaping her lips. “please, don’t stop,” she begged, her eyes full of desperation.

you chuckled, brushing a lock of her hair back. “you have to be quiet, or i will,” you teased, your words sharp but playful. chaewon bit her lip, nodding quickly.

the sound of footsteps outside made you both freeze. “chaewon, you’re on stage in five!” the manager’s voice rang out, muffled through the door. chaewon’s eyes widened in panic, but her body still craved more, torn between the show and you.

“we’ve got time,” you whispered, resuming your pace, faster now. her breath came out in short gasps, her hands gripping your waist as you rode her harder, pushing both of you closer to the edge.

chaewon’s breath hitched again, her body trembling. “i’m so close,” she gasped, barely holding on. you leaned in, your lips brushing her ear.

“let go for me, just focus on this,” you whispered, your own body aching for release. chaewon’s grip tightened as you sped up, riding her with everything you had. her breathy moans filled the room, louder and more desperate.

the door knocked again, louder this time. “chaewon, now!”

but she didn’t care. with one final thrust, chaewon came, her body convulsing as she gripped you tighter. her release was hot and overwhelming, and you followed her over the edge, collapsing onto her, breathless and shaking.

you slowly lifted yourself off her, watching as her cum dripped down between you. chaewon’s chest heaved as she tried to catch her breath, her cheeks flushed. she smiled up at you, her eyes still full of lingering desire.

“well, that was cutting it close,” you said, grinning down at her as you reached for the makeup brush again.

chaewon laughed softly, still catching her breath. “totally worth it.”

[edamameimei]

where we say goodbye

"but i'm letting go, i'm giving up the ghost. but don't get me wrong, i'll always love you, that's why i wrote you this very last song."

pairing: idol!huh yunjin x dream academy!reader

synopsis: yunjin broke up with you and left you and everything behind in new york. years later, you meet each other again and the ghost that haunts you both becomes harder to ignore.

tags: mostly angst with a bit of fluff here and there. CW: lots of swearing, kissing.

an: just want to put out there that this is not a REAL portrayal of the people mentioned in this fic. all events are fictional and are for entertainment purposes only.

wc: 6972

now playing: oceans & engines - NIKI

“I bet you can’t make that jump.” 

You looked up at Jen, confused. You weren’t sure what she was referring to. You were sitting on the rooftop of your school, waiting for the sun to set. It was your thing. If one or the other didn’t have an activity after school, you would meet on the roof to watch the sunset together. You always thought it was silly but Jen thought it was a great bonding activity. 

You were also in love with Jennifer Huh and would have done anything for her, but that was a whole different story. 

You walked toward the girl and placed your hands on her shoulders. You peered over the ledge with curious eyes. The jump she referred to was the roof of your gymnasium. There was a gap between the main building and the gym, and below was an alleyway where students would hang out and skip class. In theory, the gap wasn’t extraordinarily huge. It was small enough that you considered taking on the challenge. 

“What would I get if I did it?” You teased, squeezing her shoulders playfully. You knew she didn’t mean it. You knew that Jen would never make a bet like this if it meant you could get hurt. You were too precious to the older girl. Jen looked up at you and rolled her eyes in response, she leaned against you, smiling as she felt you wrap your arms around her shoulders. 

“I’ll kiss you.” It was a joke. Honestly, it was. You both always joked around like this. It was playful, flirty banter between two friends. Jen heard you hum in response. She widened her eyes once she felt your arms removed from her shoulders. Suddenly, your presence was gone. Jen spun around quickly to see you jogging to the other side of the building. You turned around and smiled– that stupid smile. You pointed at her, winking. You shouted, “Say less,” and prepared yourself, taking a deep breath. 

Jen crossed her arms, not believing you would do it. Her brows furrowed as you started running toward the other side, picking up speed. The Korean girl waited for you to slow down, but you kept the same pace. Jen widened her eyes and watched you get closer. She gasped, “Y/n L/n!” Before you could even step foot on the ledge, the older girl grabbed your arm, pulling you into her arms tightly, as if scared you’d try to jump from the ledge again. 

“You fucking idiot.” She whispered into your chest, clutching at your shirt. “You fucking scared me.” You chuckled and held her back, just as tightly. You ran your fingers through her hair, whispering an apology. You stood together for a while, the sun finally setting in the distance. You decided to break the silence first. “I guess I really wanted that kiss.” Jen snorted in response, pulling away slightly to look up at you. She swatted at your shoulder and scoffed, “I was joking.” 

“Well, I’m not,” You challenged. Jen looked for any signs of joking on your face, but there was nothing. She glanced at your lips and looked back up at you. There was a small smile playing on your lips. You pressed your forehead against hers, your lips were centimeters apart. You whispered, “Don’t keep me waiting, Jennifer Huh.” 

You were 15 when you kissed her for the first time. It was a spring day and the flowers bloomed beautifully. 

There were a lot of differences between Los Angeles and New York City. 

But the one difference that mattered to you most was that it had no trace of your ex. 

You often told your friends from high school that you wanted a change in scenery. It wasn’t a lie, necessarily. After living in New York your whole life, the yearning to live somewhere warmer became stronger as the years passed. But what ultimately solidified your decision was that there were no remnants of your ex on the West Coast. 

(Everywhere you went in New York, it reminded you of the Korean girl. Days where you had to take the subway were worse. You often thought about her hand in yours, her head on your shoulder. You kept a pair of wired headphones just so you two could share. These daydreams plagued you to the point where you would miss your stop and get off on hers instead). 

In Los Angeles, you like to think you’re a completely different person. It took you a while to figure out who that person was, but now it’s someone without Jennifer Huh. However, you found it much more difficult once the girl debuted. Your friends, who were avid K-Pop fans, loved Le Sserafim. One of them even shared they were a “Yunjin Bias” (whatever that means, you try not to let it bother you when you glance at their phone case and see a picture of your ex staring at you, tauntingly). But you decide to keep it a secret. One, it was rather embarrassing for you to share that your ex is now a well-known celebrity while you were still a broke, college student. And two, you prefer not to discuss your old relationship. It was a wound that hadn’t closed and that was even more ridiculous to admit. 

It had been at least a year, maybe two. You weren’t sure, you stopped counting. 

You’re at lunch with your friends when they present the flyer they saw on TikTok the day before. It was an audition call for a project created by a music company in Korea and another company in Los Angeles. Hybe x Geffen Records. The Korean company sounded familiar and you wonder if it was one that Jen mentioned when she first started pursuing her career as an idol. You look at your friends who all give you knowing looks, silently telling you to go for it. 

(You imagine Jen squeezing your hand, leaning close to you to whisper, “Only if you’re sure.”)

That night, you take a shot at the audition. It’s not like you were expecting much to begin with. 

You stood in front of Jen’s house, box in hand. Your hands were slightly shaking. You stood there, waiting, knowing what was to come when the door opens. You’ve stood at this front door many times before. This time, unfortunately, maybe the last. 

The door suddenly swung open to reveal the Korean girl. You began to feel nervous, seeing Jen right in front of you. You hadn’t seen her in weeks. After the breakup, you hadn’t exchanged many words until recently. She sent you a text earlier in the week, asking for the stuff she has left at your house throughout the years. These items included band T-shirts, hoodies, jewelry, books, sketchbooks, and other random items. 

Things you never thought you’d part from. 

You handed her the box, trying to keep your composure. Jen took it slowly, not daring to look up at your face. She knew if she did, she would take everything back. She would stay in New York and leave behind everything she has ever worked for. You looked at her, secretly wishing she would. You had so much to say. So much to tell Jen. You wanted to tell her about the cute dog you saw on the walk here. You wanted to tell her how you got accepted to another university. You had so much to say, but you knew it wouldn’t matter anymore. 

You were broken up. And that’s all there was to it. 

Jen took a deep breath, knowing if she stayed longer in front of you, she would want to know how your day went. She would begin to ask minuscule questions just so you would stay longer. She knew herself too well. Jen finally looked up at you, smiling softly. She broke the silence between you two, knowing it was the least she could do. 

“I… Wish you the best.” It was only five words. But it hit you a lot harder than you expected it to. 

(The night you broke up, you begged her for at least a chance to try. They did long distance before so who is to say they couldn’t again? But Jen told you this time was different. This time, she couldn’t risk it).  

You looked at Jen with a softness in your eyes you kept reserved for her and her only. You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath. You opened them to see Jen, for what may be the last time. You memorized the way her hair fell below her shoulders, the little mole below her eye, and the one on her chin. You took a mental picture of the way Jen looked at you. She doesn’t say it, but you knew. 

She loved you. But now she had to let you go. 

You took a shaky breath and smiled. You couldn’t stand here all day even if you wanted to. You could have stayed here forever. You could have sat outside Jen’s door, waiting for her to come home for years if it meant she would one day. She would still have her Jen smile and soft brown eyes. But instead, you stuffed your hands in your pockets. You took one more glance at the girl and nodded.

“You too.”

Huh Yunjin would have never thought this would be her life now. 

She would have never thought the risk of moving to Korea would be like this. She only saw these things happening in her dreams. The millions of fans, the people genuinely listening to her original songs, the success… It was everything and so much more than she anticipated. She would be lying if there wasn’t a cost. She gave up everything for this amount of love and support from all over the world. She worked so hard. So hard to the point where the exhaustion would become too much. She remembers how often she went to seek comfort from her older members. All the tears she shed to get to this point. But it was all worth it. 

She likes to think it was. 

She arrived at the Hybe building with her members, feeling anxious for their meeting. She hated being called to the conference room, especially if it was to meet with their Head Executive. She never knew what to expect. She always walked into the room with a sense of dread that the news would be disbandment. She always expects it to be a nonsensical rumor created by Knetizens. She always prepares herself for the bad news. 

They sit in the big, intimidating conference room along with their managers. In front of them are the Executives of Source Music. Yunjin always felt so small compared to them. She knew they had the power to do anything, to control her entire life. But Yunjin hates thinking that way. After all, they were the ones who selected her to debut. She watches as their Head Executive smiles at them and Yunjin can’t help but sigh in relief. It’s good news, that’s the most she knows right now. 

He begins to speak. His voice is positive and uplifting. He praises the group for their achievements. He tells them that their most recent comeback was better than their last. He continues his praises, telling them to continue their hard work. To keep ‘fighting.’ Yunjin rolls her eyes internally at his monologue, wanting him to get to the point. Finally, he announces they will be guest coaches for the survival show they have been working on for the last year and a half. It was a collaboration project between Hybe and Geffen Records. Yunjin knew about this project but she hadn’t realized its launch date was coming so soon. It has been kept under wraps for some time and since training was being held in Los Angeles, Yunjin and the rest of her members heard virtually no updates since auditions were announced. He talks about the final 20 contestants chosen for the competition. He explains that Dream Academy was finally becoming a reality. 

Yunjin lights up at this news, excited to finally know something about the ‘Global Girl Group’ project. They begin passing out folders, containing a photo of the contestant and their biography. The folders contain their audition scores and current ranks as of the completion of their training. 

Yunjin studies each and every profile, her heart warm at the thought of all of them sharing one thing in common: wanting to be a star. She loves the diversity of this concept, her eyes twinkling every time she sees a contestant from another country such as Switzerland or Venezuela. She takes her time with each folder, making room in her head to remember who they were. She passes along another folder to Chaewon and is handed one right after. She glances down at the photo, her smile faltering. It was a photo of you in the gray Dream Academy uniform. Your hair is held up with a little black bow and you smile widely at the camera, the dimple in your cheek present. The Korean girl shakily opens the folder, being presented with the information she already knew. 

(Y/n L/n

Hometown: New York City, USA

Age: 21)

She stares at it, her breath caught in her throat. She never thought she would ever see you again. 

(She thinks about the time you two sat on the floor of the dance studio in New York. She listened to you as you talked about how you didn’t feel good enough. She held your hand as she listened to you talk about how you were scared of never being able to be bigger than this. She remembers holding you in her arms while you cried. She remembers kissing you, trying to soothe your worries. She remembers your shy smile. Your cheeks were flushed and your eyes glistened under the big light. Yunjin remembers resting her forehead against yours, your noses brushing against each other. You held her hand. You tell her, “I couldn’t have done any of this without you.”)

Yunjin feels a hand on her shoulder. She looks at Chaewon, trying to remain nonchalant. The older girl giggles and nudges Yunjin playfully. “Are you already in love with one of them? Hurry up and pass it over!” Yunjin slides the folder to her leader slowly, her heart beating rapidly. She is then handed another contestant’s profile but Yunjin can’t help but feel stuck. She’s in a place she hasn’t been in years. 

(That same night, you walked Yunjin home. You kissed Yunjin goodnight, and before you left, you told Yunjin, “I love you.”)

(Yunjin said, “I love you too.”) 

You don’t think you would have survived training and development without Sophia by your side the entire time. 

The Filipina became a source of comfort for you when you first arrived at the dorms. You had no idea what to expect. You remember stories Jen would tell you about her experiences as a trainee in the idol industry and what she had to go through when she did Produce 48. After hearing all the stress she went through, all the horror stories, you never thought you’d willingly put yourself through the same thing. Jen would have called you crazy. Then again, Jen also told you she gave up on her dream of being a K-Pop idol. And look how that ended up. You have to admit, the bitterness still eats you alive some days. 

You lay on the couch in one of the lounges, eyes closed, with headphones over your ears. During your 30-minute break, you let your body take the rest it has been begging for. The last few weeks have been so exhausting. There were moments when you felt you must have fooled yourself into thinking this was what you wanted. Was being a pop star worth it? You only ever saw yourself as a dancer. To be a singer as well? That was Jen. She was always the performer and you were just there. And admittedly, that’s how you liked it. As you rest, your mind drifts off and you feel a hand on your shoulder. 

(For a moment, you imagine it’s Jen. She’d lean down and kiss your forehead gently. She would weave her hands through your hair and tell you about her day. As she talks, you would take her hand, absentmindedly playing with her fingers. Lazily do the ‘secret’ handshake you two made up in middle school).

But as you open your eyes, you see Sophia instead. She smiles down at you, a crinkle in her eyes. She’s probably happy to see you’re taking a real break. She gestures for you to make room on the couch to which you happily oblige. You sit up, scooting over and she takes the spot next to you. She lays against the armrest, placing her legs on your lap. You lean against the couch and glance at her, smiling tiredly. “I think we’re gonna need a sweet treat after this,” Sophia says with a yawn. You nod in response, your hands on her legs. “I’m down. Should we ask Megan or Marquise if they wanna come?” She shakes her head, a twinkle in her eyes as she looks at you. “I was kind of hoping it would be just us?” You tilt your head at her question. Usually, Sophia would be more than happy to allow one of the other girls to join your outing. It was strange to hear her decline that prospect. 

However, your heart leaps at the thought of spending time with the Filipina alone. For a second, you forget about your ex. The way Sophia’s soft skin feels under your fingertips, how she pulls back her bottom lip with her teeth, looking at you for an answer. Of course, you’re okay with it being just you and her. 

It’s a nice change of pace for you. 

“Y/n…” You’re 16. It was a December in New York. 

“Y/n… Wake up.” Jen was visiting from Korea.  

“Y/n L/n!” And it was also your one-year anniversary. 

You shifted in your sleep, groaning at the sound of Jen’s voice. You heard her chuckle, her hand on your cheek. You slowly opened your eyes and saw Jen smiling down at you, excitement in her eyes. She leaned down, kissing you gently. Your eyes fluttered close, reaching out to place your hand on the back of her neck, pulling her closer. After a few minutes, she pulled away, giggling softly. “We should go to the park today! Or go to that new bookstore downtown…?” She spoke animatedly and it caused you to chuckle, pulling her back down with you onto the bed. You wrapped your arms around your girlfriend, kissing the top of her head. “We can do whatever you want, baby.” Jen pouted in response, laying her head on your chest. “What do you wanna do? It’s OUR day, you know?” She raised her hand and you know what she wanted. 

You smiled widely, doing your ‘secret’ handshake. You both giggled as you did so, the handshake muscle memory. You were convinced you could do it with your eyes closed, maybe in your sleep. 

After it was done, Jen laced your fingers together, pulling your hands to her chest. She looked up at you with a twinkle in her eyes. You sighed dramatically, leaning your head back against the pillow. “How about… Bookstore then the park?” You felt Jen nod against your chest. “I like the way you think, baby.” She snuggled closer to you, a content sigh leaving her lips. It wasn’t often when your girlfriend visited, but you were glad she made the time to do so, especially for your anniversary. You knew she was training hard and the fact she loved you this much– to get on a plane and see you, made you feel so lucky. You held her tighter and whispered, “I love you.” She kissed your cheek, whispering back, “I love you too, Y/n. Always.” 

Yunjin feels her heart drop when she and the other members run into the practice room to surprise the Dream Academy contestants. She knew who would be standing there amongst the other girls. But she doesn’t expect you to be the first person she sees. She feels frozen in place, her eyes connecting with yours. Everyone is excitedly greeting each other but you only see each other.

It’s not a figment of each other’s imagination. This was real life. 

(Yunjin remembers walking into the dance studio back in New York. She sees you, breathing heavily with your hands on your hips. You look at her and smile warmly. It was a smile meant just for her and she knew that). 

Yunjin watches as one of the other contestants– Sophia grabs your hand and pulls you excitedly back into their lineup. The Korean girl forgets where she is for a moment. She shakes her head and puts a smile on her face. She knew the cameras were rolling and there was a character that needed to be played. She walks toward her members, taking a deep breath. She takes a moment to look at the Dream Academy contestants. “I know all of your names!” Yunjin finds herself saying. The girls in front of her squeal excitedly at her admission (she notices how you look at the ground). After initial greetings, Yunjin lists everyone’s names. She goes slowly, not wanting to slip up. She is grateful you were last in the lineup because once her eyes land on you again, her breath hitches. 

(Memories of you and her lying on her bedroom floor resurface in her mind. You two often looked up at her ceiling full of glow-in-the-dark stars and talked about anything and everything. She thinks about your favorite color. She thinks about the playlist you made her full of your favorite songs. She thinks about the letters you used to write her). 

“And you’re…. Y/n.” 

You become hyperaware of the cameras on you. You bite your lip, nodding your head. 

(Jen lays with you, her head on your chest. She plays with your fingers and whispers, “I don’t wanna leave you again.” You chuckle, pausing the movie playing on your TV. You look down at her, your free hand tracing her jaw gently. “I know… But we’ll be okay.” Jen sighs, content with your answer. She whispers again, her eyes fluttering close, “We’ll be okay.”)

Since you were young, dancing was always your passion. 

It was the one thing you felt good at. You enjoyed the praise given to you by coaches, dance teachers, and your peers. But as you got older, you became more self-conscious. You were always filled with anxiety, unsure of yourself. You never felt good enough for anything. 

That was until Jennifer Huh entered your life. 

You were 13 when she began attending the same dance studio as you and at first, you were somewhat jealous of the older girl. She excelled at every lesson and adapted well to the stress that came with being a dancer. You were convinced Jen was your competitor. However, as you packed your bag after a hard day of practice, you heard sniffling behind you. You turned and saw Jen, hunched over her bag, shoulders shaking. Your eyes softened when you saw the girl. You walked to her, reaching out to touch her shoulder. She jumped slightly, not realizing there was someone else in the room still. You retract your hand, looking away sheepishly. “Sorry. I just. Are you okay?” 

Jen wiped her eyes before turning around, doing her best to plaster on a smile. But the quiver of her lips revealed her true feelings. She leaned against the wall, looking down at her shoes. “Today sucked,” she said through a quiet laugh. She wiped away the remaining tears on her cheeks and looked at you. There was a hint of admiration in her eyes. “You did really well though… I’m kind of jealous.” It was your turn to laugh. You shook your head, giving her a gentle smile. “Are you kidding? I’m jealous of you.” She tilted her head, a curious look in her eyes. She extended her hand out to you, her eyes, hopeful. “I think we should be friends.” 

You grabbed her hand, shaking it firmly. “I think we should.” You stood there together in silence. Hands still connected, your gaze unbroken. Jen laughed, covering her mouth with her free hand. You laughed as well, feeling lighter as the tension in the room dissipated. Jen squeezed your hand, her tone playful as she spoke, “Let’s make a handshake,” she pulled away from you, raising her hands in front of her as if to brainstorm. You laughed again, throwing your head back. Jen noted the dimple on your cheek, the way your nose scrunched up. You looked at her, raising your hands as well, and nodded. Your cheeks were hurting so much because you couldn’t stop smiling. “Okay. Sure. Let’s do it.” 

That night, your mother scolded you for getting home so late. But you wanted the handshake to be perfect. You wanted more time with the older girl. 

Having Jen– Or Yunjin around makes Mission 2 nearly impossible for you. 

After that surprise meeting with Yunjin and the rest of the Le Sserafim girls, you couldn’t help but feel an aching in your heart. It was something that you tried so hard to push away but the ghost of your relationship with the girl haunts you at random times. 

(Her hand intertwined with yours as you walk down Manhattan. You remember how she always loved Brooklyn during the holidays. In the summertime, you two would sneak away to Queens for a weekend. Those photos sit at the bottom of your dresser in your apartment). 

Yunjin would often come around to check on how you were all doing. It irritated you. So much so, that every time the Korean girl walked into the room, you’d excuse yourself, making a beeline toward the bathroom. You knew you weren’t being fair. But you couldn’t afford to keep fucking up. Even Sophia notices your lack of focus during practice. She addresses it with you a week before the performance and the conversation brings you to tears. As Sophia held you in her arms, you kept your eyes shut, sobbing loudly. 

(You imagine Jen’s arms around you. She whispers into your hair and tells you that she’s sorry. For a moment, you forgive her. If it somehow lessens the pain, you would forgive her over and over again). 

Yunjin decides to pay all the Dream Academy contestants another visit before they begin recording their performances for Mission 2. 

She sees you lying on the floor while your groupmates sit against the wall, waiting to be called. She smiles softly and wonders if you are asleep. 

(She thinks about how easy it was for you to sleep anywhere. Even on the cold floor of the dance studio). 

Her smile falls when she watches Sophia scoot closer to you, picking your head up so you can rest your head in her lap. She sees Sophia’s hand run through your hair, gently so she won’t ruin the hairstylist’s work. Yunjin takes a deep breath, putting on a faux smile as she walks up to you and your group. They all light up at her presence, immediately standing up to greet her. Sophia stays where she is, not wanting to disturb your slumber. The idol looks down at your sleeping form and wishes to be in Sophia’s position. She looks back up, giving the girls a thumbs up. “How are you guys feeling about today?” They all respond with excitement in their voices, a tint of nervousness to their tone. 

You open your eyes to the sound of her voice. You look up, your eyes adjusting to the bright light. You sit up from Sophia’s lap, rubbing your eyes. Sophia stands up, extending her hand out to you. You grab it and allow her to help you up. You keep your hand in hers as you look at Jen– Yunjin. The Korean girl looks at you, her eyes pleading with you to stay just this once. But you can’t help the bitterness festering inside. How dare she ask you to stay? You look away, biting your lip as you hear Sophia begin talking with Yunjin about their performance. 

At some point, the conversation shifts. You don’t realize until Yunjin asks you something, her question making the bitterness grow tenfold. “Y/n… You’re from New York, right?” You don’t look at her, your brows furrowing at her attempt at being friendly. 

(And Yunjin knows it’s stupid because, how can she pretend not to know any of these things already? How can she pretend she doesn’t know the person right in front of her? As if she didn’t know you like the back of her hand at one point in her life).

“Yep.” You try to say it casually, but it comes out much harsher than you intended. Sophia squeezes your hand and looks at you with a questioning glance. Yunjin notices the tone in your voice but she continues, wanting to show you that she is at least trying. “Me too,” she responds and you simply shrug, murmuring, “I know,” under your breath. There is an awkward tension in the room and you can’t bring yourself to care that everyone else can feel it. It pisses you off that Yunjin is attempting conversation with you. And expects you to play along? It was too much for you to handle, especially right before a performance that could make or break your debut. 

“What was your favorite thing about New York?” The question catches you by surprise. You look at her, your eyes wide. You let go of Sophia’s hand and take a deep breath. There were a million things you loved about New York. But they were all ruined. And the way you look at Yunjin tells her that. 

You excuse yourself, telling everyone there was a part of the choreography you needed to focus on before being called to go next. 

“How about Boston?” You looked at Jen briefly before glancing at the pamphlet in her hands. You wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her close to you. “Why Boston?” You found yourself asking. It was close to home, but Jen never mentioned the city to you. You knew she desired to move somewhere farther away and Massachusetts was only a train ride away. You heard her sigh, placing the pamphlet on the coffee table. She pulled herself away from you and you noticed the annoyed look on her face. You frowned because deep down, you knew why she was settling for Boston. 

It was because she felt lost. She was crushed.

After Produce 48, Jen tried her best to continue her training. However, the Korean girl grew tired of the constant evaluations and repeated rejections. She often called you in the middle of the night, crying about how lonely she felt on her journey. After another year of trying, Jen decided to move back to the States and pretend nothing ever happened. When she came back, you were ecstatic to see your girlfriend again. You were finally together at last and this time, for good. But you knew it had taken a toll on Jen. She used to be so bubbly, so carefree. Her loud voice could be heard from across the room, her laugh recognizable amongst a crowd of people. But now, she was more quiet, preferring to keep to herself. There were days when she wouldn’t speak to anyone, not even you. 

And admittedly, it had taken a toll on your relationship as well. 

You watched Jen walk to her school bag which sat next to the front door. She picked it up, keeping her eyes on the floor. You knew she was hurting inside and you wished you could do something about it. You get up from the couch and walk to her, reaching out to her. But she shook her head, stepping away from you as she put her bag over her shoulders. “Boston has a good business program, let’s just do that.” You opened your mouth to say something but she didn’t give you a chance to do so before walking out the door. 

Once you’ve changed out of your performance outfit, you exit the room, your nerves all over the place. You ignore everyone’s eyes on you as you feel the anxiety building in your body. You pull your hoodie over your head, pulling the strings tightly. You look down and try to calm yourself down with every step you take. 

Damn, Jennifer Huh for making you feel this way again.

You open the exit door, hurriedly walking outside. You can feel the rain seeping through your hoodie but you don’t care. You just needed to leave. You needed to get away from Jen. You continue speed walking with no destination in mind. Suddenly, a hand grabs your arm, pulling you back. You snatch your arm from the person’s grasp and turn around, eyes wide. 

You see Jen looking at you, her eyes glistening with tears. 

“I’m not letting you walk away from this!” Her voice breaks a bit, but she isn’t backing down. You’re going to hear her, even if it takes hours. You only scoff and turn back around, walking again. Jen follows you, determined. “You can’t keep fucking ignoring this!” Jen yells at you, the tears finally streaming down her face. She watches as you stop in your tracks and turn around, pointing a finger at her. 

“What do you want me to do, Jen!” You yell back, looking Jen in the eyes. You continue, your tone harsh. “Did you expect me to play along? Pretend you didn’t break my fucking heart? Is that what the cameras wanted?”  Your voice drips with sarcasm and you expect Jen to back down but she doesn’t, your words only fuel her fire. 

“At least acknowledge my existence, Y/n. Everyone thinks you fucking hate me!” She points at herself, shaking her head frantically. “And I know that’s not true.” Jen’s voice breaks and she looks at you, her eyes pleading. She doesn’t care how wet her clothes are becoming because of the rain, she needs to say this. You step closer to her, your eyes hardening. “How would you know that?” She bites her lip, not knowing what to say. She looks away and you scoff, groaning in frustration. “Why does it matter?!” You yell and Jen pushes you in response. You stumble back a bit, your eyes wide at the action. 

“It fucking matters because I spent years thinking you do! And now that you’re here I’m starting to think I was right!” You sigh, throwing your hands up in frustration. You place them on your head, looking around. You try to keep your composure but you can feel your bottom lip begin to quiver. 

(You’re back to that day. Jen tells you she can no longer be in a relationship with you. She begs you to understand, to let her go. But you never understood. And you never let her go).

You place your arms back at your sides, looking at Jen. Tears fall freely from your eyes. “Well, I didn’t even think you cared, Jen! You have! Millions of fucking people who know your goddamn name!” You step even closer to the girl, your brow furrowed with irritation. You shout, “Millions! And you give a fuck about what I think?! There are people who collect pictures of your face for God’s sake! Why are we having this fucking conversation?!” Jen swats at your shoulder, her anger becoming blinding, “Because your opinion is the only one that fucking matters to me!” Jen screams back, admitting the truth she has kept inside. You feel your heart racing, glaring at Jen. You scream, venom in your tone, “It didn’t fucking matter when you broke up with me!” 

“Of course it mattered, are you fucking serious?!” Jen pushes you again, angry at you for even considering for a second that she didn’t think about you when she made the decision, so angry at you for suggesting that it was for any malicious reasoning. Thunder begins to roar in the distance, a reflection of the current conversation between you and the older girl. You laugh bitterly, shaking your head. You look at the girl and point your finger at her once again. 

“You basically told me I was holding you back from following your dreams, Jen!” You get closer to her face, whispering angrily, “You told me that it was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and you couldn’t let anything get in the way of it. So, no, it didn’t fucking matter then. It doesn’t fucking matter now.” You step away from her, your eyes narrowed and you breathe heavily. You were tired of the conversation. You take one last glance at Jen before turning away, walking away with the last bit of dignity you had left. 

“I went to Boston after I debuted!”  

You freeze. You almost didn’t hear Jen’s words. You turn back around, confused, “What did you say?” She looks down at the ground, her lip trembling as she speaks again, “I went to Boston after I debuted because I thought you’d be there.” She closes her eyes tightly. 

(She remembers how desperate she was. The ghost of your relationship lingered in everything she did. It was there when she arrived in Korea for the second time. It told her to rest every time she felt too exhausted to move. She felt it hold her hand as she spoke to Featnots for the first time. And once her activities were over, the ghost watched her book the first flight to Boston). 

“Why… Why did you go to Boston?” There’s a silence. The rain begins to lighten up, slowly calming down after the storm. For a long time, Jen didn’t know why she went to Boston. She didn’t understand why she went to old high school friends who went to college in Boston to ask where you were now. But as she stands in front of you, after no contact whatsoever, she begins to realize the reason. She looks up at you and smiles sadly. 

“I missed you.” You close your eyes, taking a shaky breath. You process the words Jen just said. You process the fact that Jen came looking for you. Even after achieving her dreams, she still missed you. You walk towards Jen, immediately pulling her into a tight hug. She hugs you back, her voice breaking as she speaks again, “Everyone told me you went to Los Angeles instead.” You nod and hear her laugh weakly. She whispers, “I took that as a sign. Maybe we were exactly where we needed to be.” 

You nod again, holding her even tighter. 

(You imagine you were 15 again. You pretend it was another day with her after school and the only thing that worried you was missing the subway).

“I think you’re right.” 

Jen hugged you at the airport before she left for Korea for the first time. 

It was a bittersweet moment, but you knew it was everything she ever wanted. It was all she could talk about. You loved Jen so much and were willing to brave the distance if it meant she would be happy. When she told you about Pledis and the survival show she would be appearing on, it made you nervous for the older girl. You knew Jen would do anything for her dreams, but you didn’t realize it was to this extent. A survival show? That sounded insane. But you believed in her, you always did. And you vowed to be there every step of the way. 

Before leaving, she kissed you like a promise. You did your handshake as if in slow motion, giggling softly when she purposefully messed up so you two could have more time. She took one more glance at you, her eyes twinkling. “We’ll be okay, right?” You nodded, linking your pinky with hers before speaking softly, “Everything will be okay. I promise.” 

It was your last day in Korea. You (surprisingly) survived Mission 2 and now it was time to move forward in the competition. Before leaving, you accept Yunjin’s invitation for coffee before going to the airport. You sit across from her in the booth and feel a warmth spread throughout your body when she smiles at you. Even after all this time, despite growing older, she was still Jennifer Huh from New York. The mole on her chin was removed and her hair was much lighter, but it didn’t erase who she was to you. 

She was your first love. And you were her’s. 

Yunjin looks at you with sincerity in her eyes as says, “I hope you debut.” It was a simple statement. Four words but it still meant everything to you. You can’t help but chuckle, realizing you’re now in her shoes. You hold your hand up, smiling playfully. “Do you remember?” She scoffs at your question, raising her hand, knowing exactly what you were talking about. “I know it better than my own choreography.” 

The handshake was perfect, as if time never passed. You hold onto her hand and the ghost that lingered uncomfortably slowly went away. It left quietly, leaving the door cracked just in case. As you let go of her hand, you imagine yourself closing the door. You smile softly at Yunjin and she returns it. 

“Goodbye, Yunjin.” 

(She stands at the doorway of her childhood home in New York. She waves goodbye before shutting the door). 

“Goodbye, Y/n.” 

a/n: angst is back i am so sorry LOL lmk what you guys think! consider this my debut in le sserafim fic writing. inbox is always open for thoughts and everything else :)

requests are open

[idledesires]

Sounds of Sin VIII

nsfw kpop audio - moaning, touching, wet sounds

requested.

There's lot of things that Chaewon likes about you. Some of them she tells you on a daily basis—how pretty she thinks you are, how funny you are or how your ass looks great in those jeans.

But right now? She has only one thing to compliment, and it's how well you use that vibrator on her. She wishes she could use words, really she does, but she's so lost in the way you have her pinned down onto the bed and have her clit throbbing that words are a fool's errand.

Limbs pinned under limbs. Body on body. Toy against her pussy. Her mouth by your ear and she's just taking everything you're giving her.

You have her cumming. Right into your hand. She twists her body just as much as she twists her face as the pleasure tears through her. Only you can do this to her—make her feel this good.

[cupcek]

𝅘𝅥𝅮¨🐄🪆🏋🏿‍♂️ Give You the World ·𓊆⑮𓊇 ̶♡̵̼͓̥͒̾

᭢ᬀ⃨݃⁕⃨⃨ 𖡄̽ ⓵ 🔪🏍⌚ ░ とても怖いです

[luvyunjinxo]

my boss || g1p!kcw x fem!reader ★

smut just for her birthday, love you kim chaewon <3. (please im still stuck in july I'm not in august yet 💀) & not proofread.

I have a job interview, you thought to yourself while getting dressed. you sprayed your strawberry shortcake perfume on and you smelled like a goddess, you were ready. As soon as you walked through the halls of the company it felt like a breath of fresh air really. you made your way to none other than the CEO's room, Kim Chaewon. you were put into some sort of line? It was basically a line of people who applied too. you were nervous, you could hear throughout the room "NEXT, you weren't good enough" and sobs of people crying.

She was tough and you knew it. you had to show her the best you could be. You were next in line, and you were nervous as hell, sweat beads dripping down your neck every two seconds, but made sure to wipe it.

"Next, Y/n?" Her assistant asked

"Yes ma'am."

"So, what do you usually do for a living?" Her assistant asked all the questions while chaewon was eyeing you from the middle of the room observing your every move.

"Schedule her for the next round, she is now apart of our team. Get her to the training room now." Chaewon suddenly spoke, leaving you frozen in your spot. you didn't even know why she accepted you so fast, only one question was asked..

You were escorted to chaewon's main office, which I guess was the training room? all the current employees were giving you weird looks and saying "fighting!" to you as you walked by, treating you as if you were special. was going to her room something big? you kept wondering, but shook it off once you got to her room.

"Ms. Kim will be here in a few minutes please wait patiently. You may watch on the TV for now, just be comfortable." You gave her a smile smile and nod as she walked off into the distance. now sitting on her couch, you decided to watch your favorite k-dramas. A few minutes my ass, she took a whole hour so you decided to get comfy.

Suddenly chaewon barges in without knocking, making her way to sit at her desk and you fix yourself immediately and bowed at her. "No need to greet me, just come towards me." She signaled to come her way with her index finger, as you went closer you could smell her aroma. it was sweet like a dessert, you wanted to smell more.

"You're now hired as my assistant, I see potential in you and don't fuck it up. I fired my last one just for you, I'm telling you don't mess up."

you were now working for chaewon and it has been a month. she has gotten more strict with you but also friendly in a way. she would ask you on dates professionally as business, but nothing else.

anyways, you got called up to her office like you always did but it was something different. chaewon was on her desk chair, no top on and only in her bra, typing on her computer innocently.

"s-should I come back later?"

"no, stay. I have a task for you do you think you can handle it?"

"yes ma'am."

"I need you y/n." that sentence hit your ears and echoed throughout it too. you couldn't believe her words.

"what d-do you mean by needing me ms?"

"don't act dumb. get on the desk now, and do as you're told."

you walked over to her desk as she cleared everything off of it shoving all her papers on the floor, as you hopped onto her desk making sure not to put all your weight on it. her lips connected with yours fighting for dominance leaving a moan every now and then, but you gave out quickly leaving you out of breath. you continued to have a heated make out session as she started unbuttoning your top revealing your embarrassing matching lace set.

her lips disconnected with yours leaving a string of saliva attached to your mouths, leaving her more aroused. she started to give you sloppy kisses down to your neck trailing down to your mounds as she started using her tongue to flick and play with your buds leaving you sensitive. "m-ms kim .." you managed to breathe out. "it's mommy for you princess."

she started to unzip your plaid skirt and undressed you fully, you were butt-naked by the time everything was off. she lead you to her couch as she sat down and started to undress herself as well and you started to go down on your knees.

"suck." she demanded while she pulled her cock out, it wasn't too big nor small, it was just right. you started sucking on her tip as you made your way lower, & she pushed your head more down causing you to gag on her, which caused her to chuckle seeing how pathetic you are. she demanded you to stop as she put you on all fours on the couch and rubbed her cock against your ass. ugh, you couldn't take it anymore.

"Please, I can't take the teasing a-anymore." you whined out but she never listened and just started to toy with your clit and nothing else.

"beg for it." you hated begging so much it hurt your pride. but it was your boss you couldn't resist.

"Gosh, I need it! I cant handle it anymore it's too much teasing!" you screamed out. she inserted it fast, not letting you have time to adjust and started to pound into you like a puppy in the heat. you were drooling at that point. she put on of your legs over the couch so she could get a wider access of you.

"I can't- please- let me c-cum .." she thrusted into you harder as she finished before you and came into you, causing you panic at first but she let you finish so you didn't care. that was the best sex you've had.

"you did so good for me baby, but I'm not even done yet. I think you should come over and we could finish this. such a good girl you are for me hm?" she said while lifting your chin up and making you open your mouth. she spit into your mouth making you swallow like the good pathetic assistant you are<3.

"let's go now shall we? we have the whole night ahead of us, its gonna be long."

[jihyoruri]

❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ DRIVE YOU INSANE kim chaewon x reader

❀ ͘ ⴰ previous chapters | richgirl ⭢ that girl (she’s delicious) ⭢ idon’t smoke ⭢ pretty when you cry ⭢ homesick ⭢ super rich kids ⭢ girl, so confusing ⭢ consume (bonus) ⭢ take your mask off ⭢ carmen

↳ warnings richgirl!yn, alternate universe!! this takes place after the second richgirl!yn chapter I just wanted to do something a little fun, flirting, chaewon can’t handle yn at all, pov switches

if you asked chaewon whether someone like moon yn, the moon yn whose birth was broadcasted on local news, would ever spare her a glance, she’d laugh in your face. never, not in a million years.

if you told chaewon that she kissed moon yn, she’d call you insane.

but here we are.

kissing yn just to prove she didn’t like her was a stupid move, even chaewon can admit that, words can’t even begin to describe how much she regrets it, because this is yn we’re talking about. and now, she knows one thing for sure, yn is never going to let her live this down.

she needed something, anything to get her point across. but all she did was hand yn another thing to hold over her head. and to make matters worse, the moon girl wasn’t entirely wrong. she was attractive… and charming… not that chaewon would ever admit it.

chaewon sat curled up in a plush chair in one of the lounge rooms, deep in thought, trying to piece together ideas. but something pulled her out of her daze.

“sorry.”

she looked up to see a boy standing in front of her. he was attractive, quietly so but not as attractive as yn.

"it's okay," she muttered, expecting him to move along. but he didn't. he lingered, shifting on his feet.

"do you want to sit?" she asked.

"would that be okay?" he hesitated, like the idea of being near her made him nervous.

"of course."

her eyes flickered to him as he settled into the seat across from her, stealing glances in her direction.

ding.

as always, yn was hogging the bathroom. on any other day, chaewon would be banging on the door by now, nagging and yelling, only for yn to throw back her usual you should’ve let me install my own.

but not today. today, chaewon had a plan. so yn could take all the time she wanted.

well, not exactly. all chaewon really had to do was act like herself.

she knocked on the door, and it swung open almost instantly, revealing yn in the middle of pinning a chanel hair clip into place.

"what do you want?" yn drawled, barely sparing her a glance. then, with a smirk, "gonna kiss me again? gee, chaewon, you really need to control your urges."

“I don’t like you,” chaewon said firmly, but yn only shot her an oh, okay look, completely unfazed.

“seriously, just hurry up,” chaewon huffed.

“sorry! I need to look good.” yn grinned, adjusting the clip and eyeing herself in the mirror.

you always look good  chaewon caught herself. snap out of it.

“is that all?” yn asked, locking eyes with chaewon through the mirror.

chaewon stiffened. that was one thing she hated about yn, her eye contact. it was always so unsettling, eerily dead, just like the rest of her family. creepy, right?

“no, actually,” chaewon said, her lips curling into a smirk. “I have a surprise for everyone at the award show.”

yn raised a brow but quickly shrugged it off. “is it a kiss?”

chaewon shot her a glare before turning on her heel and walking away.

there. the seed was planted.

yn tilted her head at the boy standing beside chaewon backstage. they had just finished performing, and judging by the smug look on chaewon’s face, it seemed like she was finally ready for her so called surprise.

without much thought, yn wrapped an arm around kazuha’s waist, leaning into her as chaewon introduced the guy. she didn’t bother catching his name, too busy wiping the sweat off her forehead, still feeling the weight of their performance.

“this is the surprise?” she muttered to kazuha.

kazuha nodded, equally confused.

“so low class.”

kazuha scoffed. “since when do you care about class, rich girl?” she whispered, letting yn pull her closer, “ I thought you weren’t like your family.”

“since now.”

yn sighed as kazuha slipped away to talk to yunjin, while the rest of the girls scattered to grab water.

left to her own devices, she turned her attention back to chaewon and him.

"so, minho," she drawled, casually striding toward them.

"my name is—"

"don’t care," she cut in, her voice dripping with faux sweetness. stepping in close too close she tilted her head, eyes flickering over him like he was nothing more than an afterthought. "I like your shirt. where’d you get it?"

the boy swallowed hard, clearly intimidated.

“uh—”

“forget that.” yn cut him off again, waving a hand dismissively. “so what? are you and chaewon unnie dating?”

she tilted her head, eyes narrowing just enough to make his face flush. being this close to moon yn? yeah, that was something he never thought would happen.

chaewon stiffened as yn turned her gaze on her, a knowing glint in her eyes. that look that look made chaewon second guess everything. of course, yn always had a way of twisting things to her advantage.

“we haven’t… really determined that.”

yn pouted. “aw, that’s so mean of her.”

she leaned in just a little closer, watching the way his breath hitched. if she moved even an inch more, she was sure his knees would buckle. but instead, she pulled away, leaving him flustered as chaewon let out a deep breath, clearly relieved.

“well,” yn chirped, all bright and sweet. “I can’t wait to get to know you better. chaewon unnie loves me, you know. she even went as far as to put her own lips on m—”

“woah now,” chaewon nearly screeched, shoving yn back and placing a firm hand on her shoulder.

yn grabbed her wrist, peeling it off but she didn’t let go. her fingers curled around chaewon’s hand, holding it in her own like it was the most natural thing in the world. she didn’t even spare chaewon a glance, her gaze still locked onto the boy.

chaewon, meanwhile, felt like she was about to short-circuit.

“maybe you should get some water,” chaewon said, trying to sound firm, though her voice wavered just slightly. “the performance was intense.”

yn didn’t flinch. instead, she simply flashed them both a sweet, almost angelic smile.

“you’re right,” she said lightly. “let’s go.”

chaewon barely had time to react before she felt a tug on her wrist.

“yn!” she sputtered, eyes widening as yn effortlessly pulled her along.

“we’ll be right back, minho,” yn called over her shoulder.

“my name is—”

“don’t cry while we’re gone!” yn teased, throwing him a playful wink.

his face turned an alarming shade of red.

“what the hell was that?” chaewon demanded, arms crossed as she watched yn take a slow sip of water.

“what was what?” yn asked innocently, licking a stray drop from her lips.

chaewon rolled her eyes. “you know what i’m talking about.”

yn let out a soft laugh.

chaewon narrowed her eyes. “what’s so funny?”

“you,” yn said simply, shrugging. “going through all this trouble, getting some random boy involved just to prove you’re not totally obsessed with me. and right after kissing me, too.”

chaewon felt her face heat up. her fists clenched at her sides. how does she always know?

“wha—”

“I mean, I get it,” yn continued, stepping in just a little closer, voice teasing but laced with something else—something sharper. “I am me, after all.” she tilted her head. “what I don’t get…” she trailed off, shaking her head like she was still trying to make sense of it herself. “why’d you pull away the second I started kissing you back?”

chaewon gaped. “you did not kiss me back!”

yn simply blinked, completely unbothered. “I did.”

she did.

for a millisecond she feels yn kiss back but she immediately pulls away, chaewon can’t help but smile at the shock on the girls face.

“nope! you didn’t,” chaewon shot back stubbornly, arms crossed as if that could somehow erase the truth.

yn tilted her head, all fake innocence and slow, deliberate movements. “oh really?” she mused, voice sweet as spun sugar. “then maybe we should test drive it again?”

chaewon barely had time to process the words before yn stepped forward, closing the space between them in an instant.

and then her lips were on hers.

chaewon’s breath hitched. her body tensed, her eyes wide open as yn kissed her like it was the most natural thing in the world, like she knew chaewon wouldn’t push her away.

and she didn’t.

because as the seconds stretched, something shifted. chaewon’s resolve cracked, her lashes fluttering shut as warmth spread through her chest. her hands found their way to yn’s waist, hesitant at first, then firm, pulling her closer too close . the heat between them was suffocating, intoxicating, making it impossible to think.

when yn finally pulled away, chaewon was left dizzy, breathless, and hopelessly dazed.

yn giggled, a knowing, wicked little thing. “so,” she hummed, eyes gleaming, “how about we go back and tell him this isn’t gonna work out?”

chaewon could only nod, too stunned to do anything else.

yn let out a delighted squeal, grabbing her hand and dragging her along. “let’s go!”

chaewon followed without a fight, her lips still tingling, her heart pounding, and her mind absolutely wrecked

yn really knows how to drive her insane.

[starconstruction]

Stress Relief Part 2

Chaewon x Male Reader (Smut)

Smut Tags: Blowjob, Throatpie, taking anal virginity, anal creampie.

Word Count:1259, not proof read.

I'll write a longer story filled fic one of these days

The next few weeks following your sex on the couch were decently quiet, actually focusing on work instead of Chaewon's sexy body. The exams now demanding your full attention.

But that would be a boring thing to focus on, you obviously passed them. You and Chaewon were sat together in the kitchen, drinking a cup of water as you two shared some leftover pizza from the night before. A 50/50 affair of pineapple and pepperoni, you ate yours slowly enough. Savouring the cold food that costed you way too much money.

"So, Y/N. Now that we have finally finished these exams, what say we get back to our.. Arrangement?" She asked, a slice of pizza immediately entering her mouth as her eyes begged for a response.

"I suppose we could, I know you are desperate for me anyway" you teased and got promptly slapped playfully.

-

You were super horny one night, you could just jerk off but you had some thing even better in her bedroom. Coming into her tidy bedroom, Chaewon was sat there playing one of her many visual novels. Black headphones laying comfy on her ears, she was in a casual affair of clothes.Legs laying on her table as she was barefoot, she sat in booty shorts, a small black t-shirt that covered her breasts.

Chaewon was completely unobservant as you got behind her, pulling her headphones off as she yelped, "Yah! Asshole! Unless you are finally letting me blow you let me play my games!" She yelled, looking down as she saw you in just your boxers. "Okay, you have been excused." She sunk to her knees, licking her lips as she made quick work of your underwear.

"God, it's been so long." She sighed, pulling back your foreskin as her lips made contact with your leaking tip. "You always taste so good" Chaewon growled, applying a gentle amount of pleasure as she sucked your head. Creating a vacuum of pleasure as her breath made contact. "Chaewon.. I missed this." You choked out, her hand brushed against your balls. Taking you deeper and deeper, she didn't gag this time as she made contact with your pubes.

She was sloppy as per usual, saliva pooled at the bottom of her silky lips. Dripping out against Chaewon's floor, her hair wasn't particularly grabbable last time. However this time it was perfect, fingers grabbing individual strands as you pulled her inwards. "Such a fucking good mouth, you are nothing but a good cock slut!" You grunted in lust, Chaewon's eyes were wide as her throat took your cock. Vibrations tickling your cockhead, cheeks fully hollowed as she slurped on your meaty dick.

Chaewon came up for oxygen, lips fully covered in saliva, their pink shade took on a deeper red as they started to swell up. You tapped your cock against her lips, making eye contact as you took in her beauty. "Such a good cock sucker, God damn chae." You praised, she gave you a beaming smile. "I know, fuck my throat like I owe you money." She demanded, licking the precum out of your slit before she took you back in.

You grabbed her hair much firmer this time, pulling her off and on your needy cock. Slamming against your crotch with dangerous amounts of lust, tongue writhing as much as it could. "Ugh! Your mouth is so fuckable, like a fleshlight made just for me!" You purred full of need, her hands laid comfortably pressed against your inner thighs, taking every thrust into her mouth.

You weren't going to any longer in Chaewon's slutty slick mouth, "Chaewon! I'm going to cum, cum down that throat!" You stuttered, shooting white hot semen into her throat. She started to gag as you pulled out, dripping back down onto your balls as she eagerly lapped it back up. "God I missed that, but fuck off! I'm trying to play my visual novels" She said, kicking you out just as quickly as you arrived.

-

It was the next day that Chaewon came to find you this time, you were sat watching some kitchen nightmares as you chugged a sprite. Her hand grabbed yours, tracing circles in your palm before dropping a bottle of lube. You gasped, Chaewon shut you up. Hand blocking your mouth as you breathed in her lavender soap, teeth biting against your ear as she whispered "I've prepped, wouldn't want to miss your opportunity to fuck my ass right?" She whispered in your ear. No you absolutely wouldn't want to.

Chaewon ran ahead, you quickly took chase as you arrived to her bedroom. She laid face down ass up as her cheeks met the air. You wasted no time removing your clothes, sitting behind her as you stroked her asshole. The lube bottle complied as you lathered your fingers into the transparent liquid, you gave one kiss to her awaiting hole before the tip of your first finger went inside. "Relax chae." You cooed.

"I'm trying, you can go deeper." She sighed as you happily complied, she squeezed around your finger as you kept going further, reaching the base of your finger. "You good over there?" You asked, hand rubbing her back comfortingly.

"Yeah, I'm fine.. That feels nice, you can move now."

You two spent the next few minutes escalating, from one moving finger to two to three. Chaewon's moans escalated as her body handled your actions, falling back into her slutty ways. "Fuck me in the ass, come on..." She whined against her pillow, you had to comply. Lubing your dick up in her expensive lube, you pressed against her backdoor, hips providing movement as you made that first inch. Pausing there while Chaewon yelped in pain. "Ah fuck that hurts more than I expected! Easy!"

You held there for a second, her thumb giving you the motion to move inch by inch as Chaewon started to fall into the feeling of your cock. You finally ended up fully buried in her body, face flushed as you tried to resist her tightness. "How are you holding up Chae?" You asked gently, couldn't help but to express softness that you've never thought about before.

"Good, it stings like hell but I'll be fine. You can move." She granted permission, you moved with a delicate slowness, pulling out as you two shared a moan of understanding.

Slowly but surely the pain left Chaewon's body, giving way for the surging waves of pleasure. "Alright, I'm good. Pound my tight little ass!" Chaewon howled.

You sped up, slamming your rigid length into her tight backdoor, moaning animalistic roars as Chaewon whined into her bed. "This ass is so fucking tight, you've been holding this from me all this time?!" You grunted, establishing a constant pace in and out of Chaewon's silky hole. "Yeah! Fuck the lost time out of me!" She said hungrily, her back now fully coated in eager sweat as the room became muggy.

After a few minutes of vigorous pounding your cock started to tingle with electricity as time slowed, "I'm gonna cum chae!" You mewled, "Cum! Fill me up!" She responded, the world went black as cum shot into Chaewon's asshole, the hole painted white as you groaned.

You and Chaewon sat there, she looked at you strangely. "Chaewon, whats with the stare?" You questioned. "I'm in love with you Y/N, I was expecting you to realize so much earlier but fine! I'll just say it!" You smiled, kissing her lips as she stared in surprise.

"I love you aswell Chae."

[hanglimi]

are we just friends? - chaewon

5 times y/n and chaewon were "just friends" and the one time they weren't.

TAGS - non-idol! chaewon x non-idol! reader, friends to lovers, fluff, f!reader

WORDCOUNT - 2000~

WARNINGS - like two swears or something

A/N - not proofread, ending kinda rushed

(1)

“isn’t that chaewon’s sweater?” yunjin mentioned in passing as she sat down your bed, looking around and observing the walls.

you threw a quick glance to where she was, noting the baby blue sweater draped on the back of your chair. you hummed absentmindedly in response and ushered your roommate off your bed, swiping at the sheets.

“can you please get out of my room and go clean up yours instead,” you muttered while continuing to fix every nook and cranny. you turned to look behind you, and groaned at yunjin’s slow pace, pushing her through the doorway of your room.

“chaewon’s coming over in like,” you checked the watch on your wrist and your eyes widened at the sight. “she’s coming over in 10 minutes!” you exclaimed shocked, rushing around your apartment trying to organise everything.

yunjin simply let out a chuckle as she inched towards her room, “you act like she doesn’t come over every day. i’m sure she won’t mind the sight of people actually living here.”

“fuck off!” you said in response and continued to wipe down the counters of your small kitchen.

-

“y/nnie!” chaewon exclaimed in joy as you opened the door for her, widening your arms for a hug. she slipped into your hold, fitting into place exactly like how she always did. your body untensed during the hug and you held her tight, smelling her hair.

you pulled away after a short time, noting the slight look of disappointment on your friend's face.

“i forgot to give it to you yesterday before you left, but I’ll wash the sweater you gave me and give it back to you as soon as possible.” you said, leading chaewon into the living room.

“don’t worry about it. you can keep it.”

“really? I thought it was your favourite one,” you raised your eyebrow in pleasant shock and sat down on the couch, chaewon following suite, grabbing the remote to the tv.

“it’s fine, really. i like how it looks on you anyways.” her smile grew as she leaned her head on your shoulder. your face felt warm at the comment and you quickly switched the topic, snatching the remote, and scrolling through movies to watch.

you swore you could hear yunjin cackling through the thin walls of your apartment.

(2)

“would you be interested in coming with me to sakura’s party?” chaewon said, preheating the oven as you whisked together the ingredients in the bowl in front of you. “she mentioned that I needed to bring a plus one, and you're obviously my go to,” she finished. you could feel her eyes on the back of your head as you continued moving your wrist.

“i’d love to, but isn’t a plus one supposed to be someone you're interested in?” you stopped whisking to turn to look chaewon in her eyes. “i think I’d feel weird if I came along.” at the sound of your subtle rejection, the glimmer in chaewon’s eyes dimmed and she faced the other way again, putting the ingredients away.

“it’s just,” chaewon started, gripping the edge of the counter, “we’ve been going to events together for such a long time– even things that were usually for couples. it’d be so weird if I were to suddenly stop bringing my closest friend because this time it's a little more serious.” she vaguely bent her fingers at the word serious, deepening her voice for the effect.

you nodded along to her words in silence, testing your response in your head before replying.

“i’ll go.” she cheered in response before you could finish, and jumped up and down, fully turning around again to grab onto your arms.

“but,” you drawled, rolling your eyes at her actions. “next time one of these things happens you’re bringing someone else. you gotta talk to other people these days, chaewon. i won’t be here forever.” you smiled slightly at your words, but quickly frowned at the sight of chaewon’s shoulders slumping down, even as she tried to fake her own laugh.

you quickly grabbed a handful of flour and threw it at her face, causing her to slap you on the arm.

“yah! what was that for!” she growled, ready to retaliate.

“you just looked like an angry puppy. whenever you have that face i can’t help but swoon.”

the pink of her neck rose to her cheeks and her ears, so she continued to hit your body, muttering random things.

you had always hated making chaewon sad.

(3)

you checked the time on your phone before glancing back up at your friends. the three of you had been eating for two hours, and the time felt right to leave and go home.

“i gotta go guys, but it’s been really fun catching up again!” you wrapped the conversation up, gathering your things.

“aww. is grown up y/n gonna go to her girlfriend now?” aeri imitated a child’s voice as minjeong giggled alongside her, hitting her shoulder urging her to stop.

you raised your brow in annoyance at her voice and confusion of the statement, “who’s my girlfriend?”

“chaewon, duh.” aeri stuck her tongue out at you, saying it as if it was common knowledge as she continued packing up her things.

“when have you guys ever even met her?” you were totally confused now, trying to recall a past date where the two friend groups had collided.

“never. but you talk about her enough that we could practically write a whole biography on her.” minjeong grinned at her words.

you pinched your nose at your two friends' antics. there was no way that you talked about chaewon enough for them to fabricate her being your girlfriend. it was obviously an over exaggeration on their part.

“you guys are literally liars. there’s no way you even know who she is.” you leaned back in your chair and crossed your arms. “you probably know her name because I’ve mentioned her before.”

“call us all the names you can construct in that little brain of yours, but we know her like the back of our hands.” aeri said, continuing to rile you up.

you soon left the restaurant with a throbbing headache because of aeri’s annoying self.

you’d need to ask your other friends if you really did talk about chaewon that often.

(4)

“why’d you bring me here again?” chaewon asked, grabbing onto your outstretched hand as you led her up the hill.

“can’t a girl just bring her best friend somewhere special?” you said lightly, continuing up and dragging chaewon along.

the both of you reached the peak of the hill, and you brought out a soft blanket from your backpack, laying it down on the grass.

“so this is what you prepare instead of studying for final exams.” chaewon stated, hands on her hips as she analysed the get up.

you chuckled and gestured down towards the blanket, “i took the time out of my studying to set this up. you can at least appreciate me and my efforts a little bit.”

“oh I definitely appreciate it. i think it’s cute.”

you laid down on the blanket, interlocking your fingers onto your stomach, gazing at the dark sky above as chaewon lowered herself down to the ground. her shoulders brushed against yours as she got comfortable, fidgeting with her feet.

the two of you stared up at the night, watching and searching for the stars. minutes passed, and chaewon’s breathing evened out, her body relaxing. the bright lights from the city drowned out the twinkling of the stars anyways, so you turned your whole body towards your friends, roving your eyes up and down her face. You propped up an elbow and laid upright onto your side, taking in chaewon’s features.

“why’re you looking at me like that,” a mumble fell from the girl’s lips, and she slowly opened her eyes, her words piercing the silence.

“no reason.” you fell back down onto your back, going back to staring upwards.

“y/n.”

“mmm.” you let out, trying to fuse into the blanket underneath you for warmth. chaewon noticed this and shifted closer, letting her arms wrap familiarly around your body.

“thanks for this.”

“of course chaewon. anything for you.”

you really would do anything to make chaewon happy.

(5)

“i wonder how it’d sound if it went like this.” your friend’s voice drifted from one side of the room to the other. you looked up from your schoolwork and directed your attention to the girl on the other side of the room. her brows were furrowed deep in concentration, and she tapped a pen to her lips, a pouty look to them

she continued to sing unknowingly, stopping to make tweaks, and continuing from where she left off. it was a ritual – you would bring the work you needed to catch up on to chaewon’s little studio room while she would practise her singing. something easy to fall into, somewhat of a tradition really. all your friends knew when it was “y/n and chaewon” time – or whatever they liked to call it, so they’d leave the both of you to your devices.

chaewon’s smooth voice brought you back to where you were, and you glanced back at the schoolwork you were doing not too long ago, to see scribbles and words relating to chaewon on your paper. a groan escaped your lips as you erased the illegible comments.

“you alright?” chaewon asked, pausing her melodies to push her glasses up her nose and glance in your direction.

“just fine.” you whispered back, throwing a thumbs up in her direction.

“we can leave early if you’d like-”

“no!” you shouted, covering your mouth in shock at your outburst. “no thank you, i like the quiet of this room.” in reality, you just wanted to stay with her alone a little longer.

she laughed a little and went back to her own work, fully in the zone again.

you dropped your pencil, and quietly turned in your chair to look at her. her hair seemed to be shining in the light of the room, and her whole body posture was loose, showcasing her love for what she was doing. it felt as though her aura was pulling you in. the thought of looking away from her– looking away from her when she was doing what she loved, looking so entranced, was not a thought that stayed in your mind. you’d rarely seen her this focused on what she was doing, and you selfishly wished for just a second, that all that attention was on you.

“are you sure you’re okay?” she looked back up to you, your eyes burning a hole into the side of her face.

“yep. just enjoying the view.”

she giggled and told you to shut up.

you are definitely going to watch her do this again.

(+1)

“y/n?” chaewon called to you as you held the door open for her, her music and notes in her hands. “i hope that wasn’t too boring for you. i wasn’t really talking to you that much this time.”

“oh no it’s alright! i quite enjoyed the peace and quiet.”

“are you trying to say i talk too much,” chaewon glared sarcastically, a slight smirk playing on her lips.

“who knows what i’m trying to say.” you shrug, falling into step with chaewon as you walked her to her apartment.

the evening sun was setting, but you were still able to feel its warm rays hit your face and body as you stepped forward. the comfortable silence enveloped you two, and you didn’t think much of it.

halfway through the walk, chaewon stopped walking and turned to face you, “look over here.”

so you turned, and the girl in front of you seemed to be looking more ethereal than ever. the sun was framing her face perfectly, her eyes were glimmering, and her mouth was wide with a smile. she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, and just stood there, looking at you.

the thought that this was your best friend – someone who you had known for years – didn’t cross your mind as you closed the gap between you two, your lips connecting. you shut your eyes and leaned into the kiss, letting her take the lead. her papers were pressed between you guys, the sound of the rustling entered your ears, but it didn’t stay long as chaewon slowly moved back, opening her eyes slowly.

and as you reached an arm out to pull her back in, you thought that maybe, just maybe, you were a little bit in love with her.

A/N - this is so jank im so so rusty, please forgive me. I hope you enjoyed it though!