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russett-pots · 3 years ago

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The Storm Before the Calm

Miyawaki Sakura

Tags: Cheating, Deepthroat

Word count: 4.1k

Part Three: Project Making

Part Five: Be Quiet

Thanks @iznsfw for beta reading and omg thank you @worldsover. you have taught me so much and thank you for editing this.

“Come on, we're going to be late!”

You look down at your watch: 5:30 pm, being late to the party isn’t of your plan. As usual, your girlfriend Minju is busy preparing herself to put on makeup, choosing her outfit, or whatever excuse she might come up with this time.

“Sorry, Oppa, but can you come here for a second?”

You walk into the bedroom. With a towel wrapped around her and another on her hair, Minju lays out two sets of clothes. The first option is denim shorts with fringes in the bottom paired with an oversized black and white striped sweater. The other is a plain white shirt and a pair of skinny jeans.

“I thought you said you'd be done in 5 minutes. You aren't even dressed.”

“I know but which one do you think would look nicer? I'm thinking that if I use the second one, should I add a white cardigan? What do you think?”

As a guy, you put on whatever is in your closet but choosing one for your girlfriend isn’t your forte. The only thing you want is to get her ready. Looking at the outfits back and forth, and randomly pointing at one.

“I think the first one would be nice.”

“Really? I'm leaning towards the second one. It looks more appropriate for the season. Plus, I really want to try out the new cardigan.”

“Okay, that one then.”

Minju ponders, placing her chin between her thumb and index finger. Running towards her wardrobe, grabbing another outfit, then brings out a black dress and a black jacket.

“Do you think this is nicer? Black on black, I've seen Yena do something similar before. I think it looks better on me.”

You sit down on the bed, looking down, and sigh in irritation.

Minju sits on your lap, wrapping her arms around your neck, then pecks you on the cheek.

“I promise I will follow your decision this time. Just tell me which one would look nicer on me.”

“Really, the last time you said that you wore something else.”

“I promise.” Raising her right hand and placing her left on her chest.

“Well, I think the first one would look nicer.”

“Okay, I will wear it then. I will be ready in 10 minutes.” She stands up and gives another peck on the cheek.

You leave the bedroom and sit on the couch, scrolling through your phone as you wait for Minju to finish.

“I am ready!” Coming out the door in the same black dress with the black jacket as the one she brought out earlier. You look slightly disappointed that Minju did not take your advice.

Looking disappointed that Minju still hasn’t listened to your advice, but that’s the least of your concerns.

“I know you wanted the first one, but I like this one more.” Grabbing the edges of the dress and gives a quick turn to show her outfit.

Grabbing her wrist, and your keys, and head out to the door. At this point, you are already late but why make things worse.

She stops while looking at her phone “It might rain soon. We should bring an umbrella.“ showing you the weather forecast.

Searching in the immediate vicinity for any umbrella, you spot one. It may be the smallest one you have but it is something to at least please Minju.

Chaewon comes out and answers the door.

“MinMin my favorite couple, welcome.”

“Sorry for being late, someone still can't decide what to wear.” Glaring at your girlfriend as she tries to hide herself.

“No, it's okay, we are just getting started. Let me show you the others.”

Chaewon leads you inside, and you see the usual Eunbi, Hyewon, Chaeyeon, Yena, Nako, Hitomi, and Yuri. Not knowing much about Nako, Hitomi, and Yuri, they are Minju’s batch. But you notice a new girl, she is over the corner with Chaeyeon, talking to each other.

“Who is the new girl? The one with Chaeyeon,” you and Minju ask.

“Ah- That's Sakura, a friend of Chaeyeon. She is from Japan like Nako and Hitomi. They met when she was an exchange student in Japan.”

Chaewon introduces Sakura to you and Minju. She's shy at first, but eventually, you get close to her. Having a lot of things in common really helps talking to her. She mentions it is her first time to be outside the country and it helps that she knows Chaeyeon already.

As the party progresses, of course, some people already drink too much. Eventually, the others did so too. But you know your limit, as you are one of the people responsible to help bring them home.

Just you, Minju, Chaewon, and Sakura are left by the end of the night. Eunbi and Chaeyeon, as the leaders, bring the others that drank too much home.

While you and Sakura are talking, a loud thunder roars; she jolts and closes her eyes, squeezing the red cup on her hand which makes the drink spill.

“Are you all right?”

“I’m fine. Don’t worry.”

Checking on Minju, you see she’s passed out while Chaewon sits up from sleeping on the couch with her hair frizzled up. Grabbing the drink off her hand, you throw the liquids in the sink to stop her from drinking. Another flash of lightning and a boom, looking out towards the window, it's pouring heavily, you turn on the TV and switch to the news channel.

“Due to the torrential rain, the Seoul city government was forced to shut down all public transportation. Several roads and tunnels are now closed due to flooding. There will be further announcements from the authorities. But they advise everyone to stay indoors until the storm passes by.”

You call Eunbi, asking if everyone went home. Fortunately, the others were able to get home safely before the storm arrived.

Chaewon stands up, stretching her body and yawning. “Do you want to stay at my place? I have a spare bedroom and I can extend the couch to make it a bed.” Staring at Minju for a second and pointing at her “And she can’t go home like that. Sakura, how about you?”

“The dormitories are an hour away. I don’t think I can go back.”

“Great, let's get started. I’ll start with the bed. Mingi, bring Minju to the room.”

You look at each other. “So, um... Sakura, do you want the room or the couch?”

“I think you should be in the bedroom. Minju’s your girlfriend and I think it’d be awkward if I slept in the same bed as her.”

“Are you sure? I don’t want you to feel too cold in the living room.”

“I’ll just give her extra blankets. She'll be fine. Also, Sakura, do you want to change into something more comfortable?”

“I’ll be fine. Just stay with your girlfriend.” Sakura assures you while helping Chaewon with the couch-bed.

When carrying the half-awake Minju in your arms. “Wow, I have a prince-charming carrying me.” drunkenly says as she drifts back to sleep. Slowly placing her in the spare bedroom, tucking her in the blanket, and kissing her goodnight.

“I love you, Oppa” are Minju’s final words before she finally passes out.

You walk out and see them struggling with the couch, pushing Chaewon and Sakura away. Turning the couch into a bed in less than half of the time they tried doing it. Giving them a smug face to their annoyed looks.

After rushing to her bedroom, she brings out a pair of purple velvet pajamas and a polo pants combo. “Here, I think this would fit you. Sakura, we’re almost the same size, right?”

“Where’s the bathroom? I’ll change and freshen up.”

After pointing down the hall into the door at the right for Sakura, Chaewon looks at you. “Well, I don’t have anything for you.”

“It’s okay. I really don't need a lot to sleep.”

“Why? You aren’t going to sleep naked, are you?!”

“What! No! To be honest though, is it alright if I sleep without a polo? It’s not the best thing to sleep with.”

“Just make sure that you will have your pants on. You know what happened the first time we met. Or maybe don’t. I don’t mind either.” Chaewon slowly reaches for your semi-hard bulge.

You quickly grab her wrist before she does anything. “Don’t you have a boyfriend? This isn’t right.”

“Don’t worry, it’s an open relationship. You’ve done this kind of stuff with Minju, right?”

“Well, we’ve only done it once but that’s it. She keeps backing out.”

“Yena and Hyewon told her that you might find her boring. Is that true?”

“It isn’t a problem for me. But of course, sex would always make a relationship better.”

“Why don’t you ask if Minju is also okay with the idea of an open relationship? How many months has it been that you haven’t had… relief?”

You count how long since you’ve had sex with anyone, how long since you’ve felt any walls or a mouth on your cock. For almost a year since your first encounter with her.

“Well, judging by the silence, it must be some time. Anyway, it’s getting late. But, if Minju is okay with the idea. You know who to call.” Walking into her room while blowing a kiss to you.

Sakura comes out already dressed in Chaewon’s pajamas. “Are you already tired? Do you want to have a quick drink? I can’t sleep yet.”

You grab two bottles from the fridge, then open both and hand one to Sakura.

She invites you to sit down on the couch. Talking for some time about her life before going to Japan and how she was adjusting, especially since she was transferring when she was in her 3rd year.

“So, did you have a boyfriend when you were in Japan?”

“I had one, but he was a huge asshole. Good thing I dumped him before I went to Korea. I am jealous of you and Minju. Everyone is saying how good you two are.”

“Well, there is a lot that makes a good relationship. We’ve been spending a lot of time with each other. We even started living together.”

“Have you and Minju done it before…? If you know what I mean.” Moving her eyes towards you and then back.

“Only once, first date-ish. She’s very innocent so I couldn’t blame her. She’s a very shy pers—” A loud boom and a flash appear out of nowhere. You look down and see Sakura clutching her body onto you. “Are you alright?”

She slowly releases you and apologizes. “Sorry, I don’t like loud noises, especially thunder.”

Placing your finger on her neck, to check her pulse, it was racing at first but it started to slow down. “I think it’s time to sleep. It’s getting too late.”

“Okay, goodnight then.” Waving at you with a smudge of disappointment on her face.

Walking away, you can feel your own heartbeat. Running at the same pace as hers.

Once, you enter the bedroom and unbutton your dress shirt, then get in bed snuggling with Minju. “Goodnight, Minju”. Only getting a snore as a response.

Loud thunder breaks out once more, waking you up. It’s dark and hot. Checking your phone, it isn’t charging. You can feel the dampness of your pillow caused by your sweat. A knock on the door, Sakura opens it slowly, and she comes out with the polo fully unbuttoned hugging a pillow which barely covers her chest. You barely discern the sight of her two breasts in the dark, petite but still making a definite shape. Her dark brown nipples are slightly covered by the edges of her pajamas.

“Mingi, are you awake?”

“Sakura, what are you doing here?”

“I’m scared. Is it alright if I sleep here?”

You look around, bring down several extra blankets, and lay them out on the carpet floor beside your side of the bed like a makeshift cot. As it is almost set-up, the lights return, and the air-conditioning blows through the room.

“Thank you for letting me stay here. Sorry to disturb you.”

“No, it’s okay. People can get scared.”

“Goodnight, Mingi.”

“Yeah Yeah, Goodnight again Sakura.”

As you drift back to sleep, thunder roars again. You wake up, look down, and see Sakura shivering probably due to both the thunder and cold.

“Are you alright? Do you want another blanket?”

“Actually, is it alright if you sleep with me? I can’t sleep alone.”

What would Minju do if she saw you sleeping with Sakura? But on the other hand, Sakura is alone in a new country with few friends, scared of the thunderstorm outside. With barely any thought, you go down to snuggle with Sakura.

She faces away from you, but you catch the scent of her cherry blossom perfume. She turns around and faces your eyes. You can feel her breath as she breathes in and out and your heart racing as you had never been this close with another woman for so long.

“Do you normally sleep without a shirt?”

“No, but obviously I didn’t bring anything.”

“Well, I can tell you’ve been working out,” Sakura blushes

“Thanks then, you look good too.”

Trying to avoid eye contact with her, but it is very difficult with her beauty in front of you. You can also hear each of Sakura’s heartbeats. Both lying down, you face each other with cheeks getting redder by the second. Sakura leans into your face staring at your lips until they collide to form a passionate kiss. You stop for a second.

“My girlfriend is right there.”

“We have to be quiet then.”

Continuing the kiss as you unbutton her shirt again, revealing the pair of breasts. They’re almost the same size as Minju, if not slightly smaller. You fondle her breast, suck on one side, and play with the nipple of the other.

Reaching down, she undoes your pants and pulls your huge long cock out. Admiring it for a second “Minju is a very lucky girl.” With her right hand, she grips on to your cock then starts stroking. Her thumb is playing with the tip where pre-cum escapes. As your continuous toying of her breast progresses, Sakura starts to softly moan.

To make sure Minju won’t wake up, you cover her mouth with your hand to stop her from making noise.

Gently removing your hand from her mouth, Sakura gets on top of you. Initiating another kiss, inserting her tongue inside your mouth. Pulling out, she signals you to sit back against the wall and helps you to remove your pants, giving a kiss on the tip.

“Let me show you something. Itadakimasu.”

She inches closer to your cock and starts wrapping around her cold fingers on your shaft. Sakura slowly licks the tip while stroking you up and down with her right hand while her left plays with your balls. Interesting your cock in her mouth for a second to taste it. Spitting at it as she releases it.

“This is way too much for me to handle. Don’t try anything funny.”

Returning back to swallowing, she begins to bob her head up and down repetitively, in addition to her tongue wrapping around mixing her saliva with yours, using every inch to stimulate your pleasure points.

“You are good at this.” After a minute of her continuous swallowing, you grab her hair and push her head down, making her deepthroat you. Enjoy each second of your cock touching the back of her throat.

As her gag reflexes kick in, she taps on your thigh asking for your release, you remove your grip on her head. she wipes the remaining saliva that was on her lips.

“I told you not to do anything funny,”

“I can’t help it. It was too good. Now, it's your turn.” You push Sakura down, laying her back on the floor, then hold on to the hem of her plants and slowly reveal her unshaven pussy. “I guess those porn videos do not lie.”

“Stop it.” Sakura chuckles “I just have not got it done recently.”

Your lips start kissing her thighs and slowly make their way down between her legs. With her slit in front of you, kissing the entrance and as your hand gently rubs her thighs.

“Stop teasing and start doing it.”

“Just wait a second, I’ll get to it.”

You shove your middle finger inside of her. Sakura closes her eyes and whimpers as you slowly pull in and out. The Index joins shortly after. The continuous motion of your fingers make her small moans louder. Using your other hand, you drag another line starting from her belly button up to between her breasts. Looking up and finding Sakura desperately trying to cover her mouth with both of her hands from making sounds. Trying to challenge her even more, you add your ring finger into the mix while upping your pace.

Sakura arches back, letting go of her mouth, and discharges a loud moan as she suddenly releases all of her cum onto your thrusting fingers like a flood coming out of a cave. Quickly, you move your left hand to stop her from making any more sound and check to see if Minju is still asleep, and fortunately, she turns away snoring.

“That was close. We should stop.”

“We should make you finish first. I know you badly wanted to cum.”

Sakura pushes you to the floor this time, positions herself above you, and aligns your cock into her folds. Gently, she rubs it, trying to get a feel for your size, before she inserts it into herself.

Both pain and delight flash across her face as she drops down, making contact with your hips. Sakura slowly starts her motion, and her pace gradually increases after each second.

You can feel how tight she is, giving you this euphoria of finally having your first sex since the start of your relationship with Minju. The sinful thought of cheating on your girlfriend wiped away from the pleasure that is on top of you. Holding on to Sakura’s smooth waist, feeling the sweat run down her skin.

As she continuously rides your cock, her boobs jiggle around and her face with her eyes closed reveals her enjoyment of your cock. The subtle moans being repressed by her biting her lips. She grabs each of your hands, crushing it but as her grip tightens on your hands her pace increases.

Finally wanting to be in control, you pull Sakura down on the floor and turn her to the side. As her back faces towards your chest, you guide the edge of your cock between her legs, trying to find the entrance of her folds. Being able to zero in on the entrance, you line up your cock to enter her pussy again. Thrusting slowly but immediately speeding up and returning to the previous pace.

When you lean in, her breathing becomes more intense like a typhoon on course to obliterate your cock. In response, your nostrils blow down onto her shoulder, the air bouncing back onto your face. Even with Sakura’s best attempts to not make any noise, a slip-up or two forces you to use your hand to cover her mouth. Now, the air coming from her mouth goes between the cracks of your fingers. With your free hand, grab on to your breast again, squeezing and toying with her nipples.

Turning her head towards you, reaching in with your lips and kissing her passionately in between each pant of one another. You pull out with your cock covered with her juices and make her lay on her back. Now on top of her missionary style and being able to see her face, begin to pound her, your hips slamming onto her.

She wraps her legs around your waist and pulls you in for a kiss as she bites your lips from time to time.

“When you’re ready, you can do it inside.” Those words make you raise your eyebrows. “Don’t worry, I’m on the pill.”

You continue slamming her now excited to fill Sakura with your cum. Each thrust constricts your cock. Leaning your face beside her ear to help concentrate on pushing deeper inside her. Finally, your groans become louder and your legs become weak. Your cum gushes inside her, filling it up to the brim, emptying the entire tank inside her. After finishing, you still lay there on top of her, panting and trying to slow your breathing.

“Give me a warning next time,” Sakura says, giggling as quietly as possible.

“Sorry, sometimes it comes.”

“Are you done? Can you want to get off me?”

“Oh, Sorry” Eventually moving to the side and laying next to her.

“Minju is missing out on a lot.”

“I know, right? I need more convincing power to get her to do this.”

Sakura stands up and heads to the bathroom to clean herself. You lay on your back still naked think about both Sakura and Minju. Contemplating on what just happened.

She comes back, returning to the makeshift cot, and snuggles with you still naked with your leg wrapped on her hips and your hand on her breast.

“Didn’t you have enough?” Sakura asks as she brushes your hand away.

“Not enough.” Returning and playing with her nipples.

Without saying anything else but a small moan, she quickly turns and gives you a peck on the cheek.

“Goodnight”

You wake up alone, checking to see if Minju is still asleep, you find her still there, laying like an angel, her innocent charm matching her nickname. Standing up and walking to her and giving her another kiss on the forehead.

“Good morning.”

Even if she is still asleep a small smile still forms. With that, you pull your pants back up and head out of the room for breakfast.

Chaewon and Sakura greet you as they prepare breakfast. The sky is clear and the sun is shining through the windows.

“I guess we can go home now?” you ask.

“Wait, but now both of you are here,” Chaewon says with a smirk. “Mingi, you’ve been a very naughty boy. I know what you did with Sakura last night.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Don’t play dumb. You weren’t as quiet as you think you were. When I was getting water, Sakura wasn’t on the couch, so I peeked into the bedroom and saw that you two were enjoying each other.”

Your eyes widen, and your heart skips a beat. “Oh my gosh! Please, don’t tell Minju. She’ll kill me.”

“Don’t worry,” Chaewon whispers. “I won’t tell her. Just tell me when it is my turn.”

Wondering what your relationship with Minju would be like now, you sit down on the dining chair.

Minju comes out from the bedroom half asleep and rubs her eyes to wake herself up. You walk to Minju, giving the biggest hug you can while kissing her on the forehead.

“Had a goodnight’s rest?” you ask, hoping she did not hear what you did with Sakura.

“I did, but I want to talk to you about something. It is very important.”

Minju brings you to the table where the others are.

“Do you need to be alone?” Sakura asks.

“Oh no, it is fine,” Minju says, calmly. Despite the mild tone, you start thinking that she heard you having sex and is preparing to dump you. The assumption is half-correct. “Look, Oppa, I know what you did with Sakura. I know you had sex with her.”

You gasp as you get down on your knees to beg for forgiveness.

“I’m not mad at you, Oppa. I was always pondering about your sex life and how empty it is with me. I know you love me, and I still love you.” She holds your arm, helping you back on your chair.

“You aren’t mad at me for what I did?”

“No, I’m not. I know I can’t satisfy your sexual desires all the time. I’ll try to be more open to it. But Hyewon and Yena suggested that we could have an open relationship.”

Chaewon shouts in excitement, celebrating that she could fuck you again.

“But just tell me if you will. I don’t want any secrets.” Minju grasps your arm tighter.

You sigh in relief. “Okay, I understand. I wouldn’t do it often though because I always want to do it with you.”

“Can I have my turn now? I always wanted to fuck you again.” Chaewon asks.

“Not you, Chaewon-unnie, you are always too much,” Minju remarks.

“Awwww. Anyway, I’ll find a way to get what I want. Umph.”

Minju tilts her head. “Fine, maybe one day if Oppa would want it.”

You hug Minju again tightly and then give a peck on her lips.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

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purpleyoonn · 3 years ago

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Ethereal 8

CHAPTER 8

“She’s mad but she’s magic.

There’s no lie in her fire.”

~ Charles Bukowski

Summary: After leaving your home in need of a fresh start, you open a bookstore with the hopes that the words you read could bring you solace. You never realized that the books you loved would bring you home instead.

Pairing: BTS x Reader

Genre: Mafia/Dragon AU

Status: Ongoing

Word Count: 5.2k

Warnings: depictions of violence, smut, death, sexual assault, insecurities, anxiety, polyamory, trauma, mentions of blood

Chapter Warnings: kidnapping, non-con, violence, reference to death, Jungkook being destructive, mentions of sex, body talk, insecurities, jealousy, rage, talk of stalking,

*Please remember that this is a mafia fan fiction. There will be violence, blood, and other dark themes. If you cannot handle the dark themes, please do not read*

Masterlist // Chapter 7 // Chapter 9

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It had been a couple of days since the boys spent the entire day out of the house, aside from Jin who spent the day with you. And since that day, you haven’t spent a second alone. Each waking moment, and sleeping moment, was spent in the company of at least two of your mates. At night, you slept in the hoard room, Jin very particular about you being in the middle of the large “cuddle pile” as Taehyung had called it.

You were quickly becoming annoyed with them again, reminded of when you had first mated with them. By now, your bond was close to being fully established, your soul no longer being strained when away from the dragons. Which meant you could go back to work full time, well, not if your mates had anything to say about it.

“Y/N, I won’t tell you again. It is not safe out there for you. Your entire shop is not safe and we can’t afford to have you out of our sight.” Namjoon’s voice was tired, his mind exhausted with having to argue with you.

“So, you are just going to have Chaeyeon suffer through anything those men through her way? You’re going to let my best friend stay in potential trouble? I’m the one who got us into this mess. Plus, I have two new shipments coming in that I don’t trust anyone else to manage and put away.” Namjoon pinched the skin between his eyebrows, quickly growing annoyed with the trait he once found extremely sexy a little while ago.

Namjoon could tell you were not going to let this go, and he just wanted to relax in your warmth upon returning home. You had previously asked the others if you could return to work, but they had all said that Namjoon had the final say.

You understood that you were in danger, but you did not appreciate the boys leaving your best friend to suffer and be in danger because she was in the wrong place at the wrong time. You also just needed time away from the boys. You hadn’t seen Chaeyeon since the day of the ball, which was almost a week ago.

“If I make sure that someone accompanies you, will you promise to have them in the store, unlike the one we had watch over you?” His words were weak, just hoping and praying that you agreed.

You climbed onto his lap, nodding your head excitedly as you moved in for his lips, capturing them in a chaste kiss. You went to pull away when he grabbed the back of your neck, bringing you back in for more. This lasted for a couple minutes, your breath completely taken by the selfish dragon below you. His lips kept chasing after your own, before moving to kiss and lick down your neck, creating his own marks against your skin.

He has spent so much time trying to track down the infamous leader of the Raven’s but he had come up short too many times. His frustrations were, fortunately, able to be fined down and let go in the best way. However, before he could get carried away, his mate yelled for them.

“Namjoon, you better not start something you won’t be able to finish. Dinner is ready and on the table!” Jin’s voice made you pull away from your large dragon mate, you skin flushed and his marks dark against your skin.

You could feel Namjoon groan against your collarbone, his boner already prominent against your inner thigh.

“Sorry baby. Jinnie is scarier than you.” You whisper, teasing the dragon, but also not wanting said dragon to hear you.

“What did you just say little mate?!” You jump off Namjoon’s lap, hearing the footsteps of your incoming mate as he runs after you, a large wooden spoon in his hand as he chased you through the hallways.

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You were in the middle of logging down the new inventory in your grandmother’s logbook when your phone rings. Looking at the caller id, you see it’s Chaeyeon, who didn’t show up today. Answering the phone, you step back into your office where it was quiet.

“Hey bug. What’s going on? Are you okay?” You ask the last question when you hear her break down. Her sobs ring through the receiver making it hard to understand what she was saying.

“Hey buggie. You got to calm down a little. Take a deep breath in. That’s it. Now, tell me what’s going on.” You try your hardest to calm her down, needing to know what was going on. She never cries like this, usually the one holding you and comforting you when you cry.

“He’s in the hospital. Some man just drove onto the curb he was walking on. It was like they intentionally went for him.” You manage to hear through her sobs.

“Who Chae?”

“Hyunwoo.” Your heart stops at the thought of your older brother being in the hospital, not knowing his condition.

You tell Chaeyeon you’ll be right there, telling her you’ll stay on the phone as you rush to the back door, completely forgetting about the guard who Namjoon assigned to you. You heart was beating a million miles a minute, not ready to even be thinking about losing another family member.

The Lee family was there for you when no one else was. They flew to you when you were in a coma in the hospital, not leaving your side as they dealt with the funeral proceedings and all the legal jargon and deals. They were your home when you were 14 and fighting with your mom about a school trip. You spent most of your childhood there when you weren’t with your grandparents.

They were your family and you would be devasted if anything ever happened to them.

Throwing the door open, you send a quick text to Jiah, letting her know what’s going on, as well as texting Namjoon, still forgetting about the guard now searching for you. Chaeyeon was still on the phone with you, calmed down enough to tell you his current condition.

“That means he will pull through, right? There is no brain damage or anything?” You ask her, now walking down the alley towards the street when someone pulls up, blocking the exit and street from view.

You get a really bad feeling when the door opens, two men getting out of the car. You don’t recognize them, and they aren’t wearing Bangtan’s symbol anywhere visible. You turn around to walk back inside the shop when you see another man walking your direction, wearing the same suit and tie that the other men are wearing.

“Hey Y/N? Are you there?” Chaeyeon’s voice is barely audible, your hand by your waist as you freeze. You have nowhere to go, both of your exits blocked.

You could feel your breathing become faster, struggling to breathe as you start to panic. You turn to run, but before you can move hands wrap around your waist, another moving to cover your mouth with cloth. You try to fight against the men holding you, kicking your legs and digging your nails into their arms but are unable to shake them.

“Now pretty girl. There is no need to fight us. Our boss just wants to talk.” A rather raspy voice speaks in your ear, his breath warm and making you want to gag.

You struggle even more, hoping that just once, you are able to catch them off guard. Kicking your leg back, you manage to make contact with the man’s knee, hearing the pop signifying his knee dislocating. He lets go, giving you a chance to run before you are knocked over the head with something hard.

Falling to the floor, you are disoriented, not able to see through your blurry vision. You try to crawl to your phone, about a foot away from where you dropped it.

“Dude! We were supposed to bring her intact! Not bleeding from her fucking head!” You use their argument to reach for your phone, whispering into the device.

“Chaeyeon. I’m in trouble. Call Joon.” You manage to get out before the phone is ripped form your hands, thrown to the side and exploding against the brick wall.

“Now love, why did you do that?” You try to look up, where you knew the man’s face was, but couldn’t lift your head from its spot on the ground. The man sighs, picking you up in his arms now that you aren’t able to fight back. Turning around, he walks back to the car, placing you in the trunk before turning to his partner.

“You better hope she doesn’t die on the way back. Not only will we have him on our hands, but we’ll have Bangtan after us as well.” The second man just rolls his eyes, not seeing the reason for any of this. Yeah, you were pretty, but all this Bangtan shit, it was ridiculous.

Getting in the car after shooting the man who managed to get injured, they made their way back to headquarters, bringing you to the specified room and tying you to the chair, like they were instructed.

-*-*-

You woke up groggy, your head hurting as the world spun in circles.

You tried to get up from your position but couldn’t as your hands were tied behind your back. Panic began to fill your bloodstream again, as you began to remember what happened before you passed out.

Tears started to pool in your eyes as you struggled to remain calm, remembering when you and Chaeyeon had taken self-defense classes when you were in high school, mandatory as part of your physical education course.

You needed to take deep breaths in and assess your situation. Nothing was going to come of you freaking out. Wiggling your hands and feet, you didn’t feel anything unusual. Twisting your head around your neck, you felt a sharp pain up the right side of your neck, the pain pulsing right behind your ear.

Okay, so some head damage, hopefully not some kind of skull fracture if the sticky feeling on your hairline is anything to go bye, you think, wincing at the weird feeling.

Your self-assessment is put on pause when you hear footsteps, louder and louder as they get closer. Your head shoots to the door, fear coming back as a hand turns the doorknob, the door opening. In comes a tall man, built like Namjoon. He would have been handsome if it wasn’t for the large grin on his face, a scar moving from his hairline to the bottom of his jaw.

His eyes are locked on you, grin becoming impossibly larger as he notices you were conscious.

“Well, hello my darling! It’s nice to see you finally awake.” He moves inside the room, closing the door behind him. You watch him, eagle eyed, as he moves closer to you, kneeling in front of you as you lean back in the chair you were tied to.

“Now darling, that’s no way to act. I just wanted to see how you were doing.” He pouts dramatically at you and seeing that he doesn’t get a reaction out of you, he moves, reaching behind your head and knotting his fingers in your hair, pulling you closer.

You wince at the pain shooting through your skull, a groan escaping your lips. His fingers scratch at the scabbed wound on your scalp, ripping the scab right off and causing a new wave of blood to fall. A cry leaves your lips as he tuts, fake sympathy rolling off him in waves.

“I told them not to touch you, my darling. Don’t worry, they’ll be punished accordingly.” You can’t help but want to growl at him, your time with your mates certainly rubbing off on your own mannerisms.

“I’m not your darling!” You manage to get out through your clenched teeth. The man just coos at you, finding your fight and attitude extremely cute.

“Oh baby. Maybe not yet, but once I have those Bangtan out of the way…you’ll be mine for the taking.” He cups your cheeks, placing a kiss to your forehead before standing up, smiling down at your before walking back to the door. Without turning around, he begins speaking again.

“I’ll have a couple men come in a second to move you to your room. Please be a good girl. Ill reward you with some food if you are.” And with that, he leaves the room, door closing behind him.

You want to gag. How in the worlds could he ever think you would choose him? Even with the boys out of the picture? You could feel yourself slowly becoming sick at his words, the term “good girl” now becoming revolting to hear. His mouth tainted the words you loved hearing, especially when Jin called you them. How dare he try to take Jin’s name for you.

Speaking of the boys, you knew they would stop at nothing to find you again. You almost wanted to laugh at the situation, knowing how confident this man was that they would be out of the picture soon. Has he even done his research on the boys? If he has been watching me like he insinuated, then why does he think the boys would let me go so easily?

The door to the room slammed open, two large men in black shirts and slacks walk in, grins on their face once they see you tied to the chair. Walking forward, one of the men moves behind you, making his way on removing the ropes keeping you to the chair, while the other kneels in front of you like the previous man.

“You are a pretty one. I see why Boss is so intent on keeping you.” His large, calloused hand moves to cup your cheek. You try moving away from his hand but the back of the chair prevents you from moving too far.

“Ahh, don’t move away from me, pretty bird. Your skin just looks so soft.” His grip on your cheek is tight, his fingers pressing into your flesh as you try to move away. Your skin crawls and itches at the touch of the man, as if your body knows it’s not one of your soulmates.

“Min, what did Boss say? No touching.” The man in front of you slowly retracts his hand from your cheek, grumbling about never having fun when you feel the ropes give way.

You stay still, despite your body wishing to move away from the men. You know no good will come of you trying to run. You stay still, seated in the chair as the man behind you moves to retie your hands together in front of you. The man takes his time, his hands moving slowly as he ties the knots keeping your hands together.

Once done, he looks up at you, his hand reaching for his foot, as if moving to tie his shoes when he pulls his pant leg up, showing you the Bangtan symbol resting on his inner foot. Your eyes widen as you meet his gaze again, the man winking at you before getting up.

“Alright. Let’s go princess.” Grabbing your forearm, you allow the man to pull you up from the chair and towards the door.

The man with the Bangtan tattoo dragged you by the arm, grip tight enough for your arm not to slip, and brought you down a couple of different hallways, all looking the same so you couldn’t tell your way back. The room he brought you to had no windows, a bed and a nightstand being the only thing in the room.

“Now princess, I don’t think I need to remind you of the rules.” Tattoo man spoke, another wink sent your way as he pointed to his wrist, tapping on his watch. ‘Soon’, he mouthed, telling you your boys would be there to get you soon.

You wanted to sigh out in relief, but the other man was still in the room, looking you up and down with a smirk on his face. Walking forward, you moved back, almost falling back on the bed as the bigger man grabbed your forearms, bringing you to his chest.

“Hey! I’ve already told you once. If boss sees any marks on her, your dead.” Tattoo man’s voice is deadly calm as he lunges forward, ripping the man away from you.

The man just sneered at him, yanking his arm away and storming out the door. The one left with you just followed, sending a small smile your way before he follows the man who grabbed you. Locking the door behind him, you are left in the bare room, clutching your head as you crumbled onto the bed.

You could feel the dry blood coating your neck and were seriously hoping you didn’t have a concussion. You hoped the boys would find you soon, you didn’t like the way the boss man looked at you, and you just wanted to be back in their arms.

-*-*-

The floor was covered in debris, Jungkook’s temper having got the better of him as he threw his desk across his office. He can’t believe that you were ever in a situation where you could be taken.

His eyes were pure red as he struggled to contain his fire, smoke coming out with every breath he took. The rest of his mates weren’t faring any better. Jimin shoving his sleeve in his mouth while Yoongi and Hoseok were “interrogating” the half dead man Jimin’s man had found in the alleyway, your fear concentrated and mixed in with his own.

When Jungkook and Taehyung had shown up to the shop, they could smell your blood, skid marks from a set of tires on the other side of the alley your shops backdoor was located. Jimin’s worker was pointing his gun at the man, face drawn taught as he stared him down, waiting for them to arrive.

“What happened to her?” Just as the man began to answer, Taehyung received a phone call from Chaeyeon.

“You better find her right now! If I would have known that you and your boys couldn’t keep my best friend safe, I would have never allowed you to date her!” Taehyung pulled the phone from his ear at the sound of her voice, yelling with palpable anger.

“How do you know she was taken?” While his voice was calm, Chaeyeon could feel the tinge of anger in his voice, deadly like a snake.

“I was on the phone with her when it happened. I called to tell her about my brother’s accident and she said she was on her way after texting Namjoon. Then I could hear some voices talking and a scream before the phone was cut off.” As he listened to your best friend recount what she heard, he could feel his grip tighten, his phone in shatters the next second.

“Jungkook, I know what happened. Message her friend. Tell her not to worry.” Taking his gun out, he shoots both men, execution style, knowing they would have both been dead sooner or letter, killed by Jin out of pure rage. But really, he didn’t want to have to deal with them.

“We need to go to the office” Getting back in the car, Taehyung drove to the offices, which is now where Jungkook destroys his office. After hearing what happened, he stormed off, needing to release his dragon in the only way he knew how without you, destruction.

He was pissed at himself for not going with you, angry at Namjoon for allowing you to go, and upset with Chaeyeon who called his mate, leading her outside with the bait. Jin had called in some favors and found out the accident was no accident. Some car had drove into oncoming traffic, and swerved into the sidewalk, hitting and crushing Hyunwoo against a building.

Hearing the sounds of furniture being thrown, Namjoon sighs against his hand, Jimin volunteering to help Jungkook calm down. Soon enough, the sounds of moans and skin slapping could be heard instead.

“Okay, we need a plan, Minhyuk has already messaged me and told me he is watching over her now. You were right hyung,” Namjoon spoke, turning to Hoseok, “Putting someone on the inside was a great idea. We know our baby is safe—” Namjoon is cut off by the office phone ringing.

“Who is this?” Namjoon was not in the mood to deal with anything, not while he didn’t have his mate in his arms.

“You know, with that attitude, I’m upset I didn’t take her sooner.” The room tensed, hearing the conversation.

“I repeat, who is this?” All Namjoon could hear was a laugh, his grip on the phone tightening.

“You know, your pretty dove is just the sweetest. So beautiful in those leggings of hers. The frame her ass perfectly.” Namjoon growled, motioning to Jin and Yoongi to sit back in the seats. He gestures for Hoseok to start tracking the call, but the dragon was already on it, computer out and on the table.

“What do you want?”

“I want you out of the picture. Y/N wasn’t my desire at first, but after she told you about my men, I had to see what was so special about her myself. You could say it was love at first sight.” He could hear the sigh, could hear his pants being unzipped. The pen in his hand was crushed, hating that this man thought he could have you. Thought he could pleasure himself to you.

“You think taking her will get us out of the picture. No…you just signed your death certificate.” Getting the nod from Hoseok, he hung up the phone, not wanting to hear this nobody jacking himself off to his precious mate when he couldn’t kill them yet.

“He is at the corner of 8th street and L street. It’s a big warehouse with four levels and a basement. Most likely he is keeping her in the basement. Probably surrounded by men. I’m looking up the floor plans now.” Hoseok’s words were fast, his fingers faster as he looks up everything he can about the building his girl was currently in.

Using his skills, he was able to find and hack the security cameras placed in the building, finding one in the room you were in. Everyone rushed to him once he sighed out, seeing you unharmed and laying on the bed. They could calm down a little now that they knew you were okay.

“Okay this is good. Hoseok, are there cameras on ever floor?”

“Every hallway.” Hoseok replied to Namjoon, looking up and nodding at his hidden question, reaching for his phone and texting his team.

“Alright, here is the plan. Someone go and interrupt Jungkook and Jimin, we are going to need them both.” Taehyung gets up, knowing no one else is going to be able to stop Jimin when he gets going.

“Jin, Yoongi, I’m gonna need you with me on the ground and Jungkook. Taehyung and Jimin are gonna be behind us.” Namjoon pauses once the door opens, the boys walking in with Jimin and Jungkook zipping their pants.

“Good you’re here. Jungkook, you are with me, Jin and Yoongi, Jimin and Taehyung, you are going to be behind us. Your only job is to make sure our baby is safe and out of there as quick as possible. We will kill anyone who gets in your way. Understood?” He watches as his mates nod their head, Hoseok already knowing he is going to be doing surveillance, making sure they don’t bump into any unwanted presence.

The next hour was filled with each boy getting ready for your extraction. Each of the boys’ dragon was on the surface their eyes red as they get closer and closer to getting you back. All the workers knew not to go near them when they were like this, just choosing to do what they were told and finish getting their supplies together. There were going to be two teams, one team going with the boys, and one team staying with Hoseok to make sure the boys have an easy time.

-*-*-

“…talkin’ bout my girl,” You hummed, laying down on the bed. You don’t know how long you had been gone, but you were starting to get scared. You hadn’t been visited since the two men left earlier, and you were hoping it would stay that way.

Your head had stopped throbbing a little while ago, as long as you didn’t move. Your vision was still a little blurry, a sign of your unfortunate concussion. You rested your arm over your head, blocking out the light emitting from the ceiling.

A knock on the door had you freezing, humming no longer heard as you tried not to follow through with your urge to turn your head.

“Well, isn’t this the perfect sight. My beautiful captive laying on the bed, waiting for her captor to take her.” Moving your hand slightly, you see the boss from before, a smirk so large his cheeks are almost pushing against his ears.

You don’t respond, knowing he got a thrill off your response. You also didn’t have the energy to respond, the concussion you knew you sported taking away most of your fight.

“Now tell me something love, who exactly hasn’t fucked you yet? I want to know who I’m going to go after last.” You glare underneath your hand, trying not to retort but also wanting to defend your boys.

“I bet they can’t even satisfy you, they probably don’t know how to satisfy a woman, given they’re so used to each other.” You have to hold back your laughter at this man’s words. They did much more than satisfy you, you thought. What did your men do to him to make him like this? Too make him jealous. This man seemed to desire what your men have, including you, his jealousy and pettiness evident in his tone.

“It’s okay though baby, I will show you how a real man feels.” You can’t hold back this time, your laughter loud as struggle to sit up on the bed.

You groan a little as your head now rests above the rest of your body, feeling the pounding against your head now. Opening your eyes, you notice the man leaning against the wall across from you, his face frozen in anger as he seethes silently, fists clenched against his side.

“What is so funny.” He asks you through clenched teeth.

“You know, you should be a comedian.” You have no clue where all this confidence came from, but you are taking advantage of it. “Like really, ‘How a real man feels.’ That’s comedy gold coming from you. Have you seen their cocks?” You bring your hands out to show him an estimate of Namjoon’s length, not the longest, because that goes to Jin, but definitely the widest.

You could see the anger now rolling off him in waves as you speak about your mates. Your confidence is throwing the man off his game, he was told you would be meek and docile. You were acting the exact opposite as you sat across from him.

Moving from his spot on the wall, he grabs the ropes from his pocket and practically throws you against the headboard, tying your wrists to each end. You were mildly scared now. Maybe you pushed too far, you didn’t know but now this man was angry, and it was aimed at you.

“I don’t need to see their cocks to know they don’t deserve you or your beautiful body. They will be gone soon and then, when I have their bodies lying in front of me, I will take you and ravish your body in front of their corpses. Then maybe you’ll see who can satisfy you more.” His grip on your hips is tight as he holds himself above you, right leg in between your own as he tries to get closer to you.

You were struggling with all your current strength to get the man away from you. His touch made you nauseous, made it hard to breathe as you could feel the tugs on your bond. You kept pulling at your restraints, your movements becoming frantic as you can feel the man pull at your leggings. Trying to throw the man off you, you buck your hips, kneeing him right in his balls.

Your action didn’t do what you wanted, the man just getting angrier. His fingers dig into your thighs, no doubt leaving bruises as he rips the leggings off your body. Gasps leave your lips as you watch the shredded cloth lay on the floor. You don’t even have a second before he is reaching for you, cupping your core in his hand.

Your stomach lurches at his touch, the nausea doubling as he tries to move your underwear to the side. Kicking your legs does nothing, his other hand holding your thighs apart as he rips a whole in your underwear. The feeling of someone other than your mates touching your whole has you throwing up in your mouth, your body working overtime as you try to kick the man away from you.

The foreign invasion of his fingers in you is stopped when you land a kick against his jaw, knocking the man clean off the bed. Watching him land on the floor has you moving back against the headboard, legs closed and body tilted away from his touch.

Getting up slowly, you can see the bruise beginning to appear on his cheek, a small cut on his lip from where he bit his lip. Wiping his lip with his thumb, the man watches you shake from the corner of his eye. Good, he thought, you were afraid of him again.

He would not take the disrespect from his darling and would punish you accordingly later. For now, he had other things to take care of. He turned and left the room, but not without blowing you a kiss, something he had seen Jin do to you many times. Your look of disgust was the last thing before he clenched his jaw, closing and locking the door behind him.

Once the door was closed, you finally let the tears drop, unable to hold them back anymore. You could still feel the man’s touch on you, in you and it made you sick, leaning over the bed and emptying what was left in your stomach. You couldn’t help but feel that your men wouldn’t want you anymore, now that someone else touched you.

Would they think you were easy, that you would let just anyone touch you? You hugged yourself the best you could with your arms tied to the headboard. Bringing your knees to your chest, you cried into the shirt you were wearing, one of Jin’s plain black t-shirts.

Would they still want you?

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ch4nb4ng · 3 years ago

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Evil Roommate

pairing: leeknow x afab!reader, roommates enemies to lovers

warnings: softdom!lino, cheating (mentioned), making out, grinding, oral (f receiving), fingering penetration, cum play (?), praise

requested : yes!

word count 6.2k

summary: the new roommate was a handful. lazy, disrespectful, arrogant, and a whole bunch of other negative things. but wow, you were sexually frustrated and he, well, attractive, was an understatement.

“Can you actually like, wash your kitchen utensils when you're done using them?”

The amount of huffing and puffing you have heard from your new roommate in the past two weeks was ridiculous. If you had a dollar for every time he had gone against anything you had politely asked for, you would be rich by now, and definitely stable enough to move out and away from him.

“I will,” he mumbled, mouth stuffed with half of the carrot he was chewing on, very loudly, “can I not enjoy my food first?”

“No,” you replied without hesitation, giving the fakest of smiles in return, “you should do it before you eat.”

Another eye roll from Minho was like water off a duck’s back.

“I'd also appreciate it if you didn’t talk to me with your mouth full of food either.”

“What the fuck is your problem?”

You coughed, turning on your hills to face a very unimpressed roommate. His stare was eye shattering. Yes, he was very, no, extremely good looking. However, every single thing that made up his personality could not be more different to you. Sloppy, messy, lazy. Took no responsibility for any of his actions, especially the high pitch noises (that obviously were not his) you would hear from his room in the early hours of the morning. You would pinch your pillow together, praying extremely hard that the noise would stop, and by the time it did, you would get maybe 2, 3 hours of sleep. College was becoming tiring, not only from staying up to complete assessments, but the lewd noises you could hear from at least 2 people in his room. Your blunt attitude towards Minho’s unhygienic and disrespectful habits were definitely justified.

“What are you talking about?”

“Why do you nitpick everything I do?”

Your jaw dropped, completely dumbfounded.

“Me? Nitpicking you? Please,” you scoffed, “you don't clean up after yourself ever, you leave your dirty clothes everywhere, and don't even get me started on the fact that I barely get any sleep because of your wild sex adventures with other people that occur almost every weeknight, when you know I have to wake up early to go to class next day.”

A combination of frustration and exhaustion could be heard through the harshness of each breath. The smirk that appeared on his face was absolutely punch worthy. What on earth was there to be so cocky of?

“My wild sex adventures,” he paused taking a bite of the dreaded carrot, “please, tell me more about my wild sex adventures.”

His tongue was now obviously pressed against his cheek, a devil coated smile still very apparent on his face. The longer he was looking at you like that, the hotter your cheeks became. Pure anger began to course through you; all he had to do was sit there and look pretty. It was definitely enough for you to get the green light to slap him across the face.

“Shut the fuck up,” you hissed, “I don’t need to explain how I can hear them moaning your name every night, or the banging I hear from wall to-”

“Hmm,” he hummed, “you seem to be listening very well.”

Distracted by your anger for a brief moment, you gasped suddenly, feeling Minho’s fingertips at your sides. You turned around, swatting his hands away, giving him that slap that you felt you had earned across the face.

“Who the fuck said you could touch me?

“Did you just fucking slap me?”

“Yes I fucking did,” you spat, “what do you take me for?”

“You know what you’re right, but you walk around here with a stick up your ass. I hear you on the phone to your friends, complaining about how you don't get any action from anyone.”

You stood there in disbelief. “So you’ve been eavesdropping on my convos as well?”

“Well it’s kind of hard not to hear, you know, the walls in this house are kind of thin.”

Your jaw clenched, his eyebrows furrowed, the conversation was at a stand still.

“Can you get to the point please?”

“I sure can sweetheart,” the name sending a shiver down your spine, “if you're that sexually frustrated, go and do something about it instead of taking it out on me?”

A laugh that you didn't even know you were capable of bellowed from your chest. You stumbled back, grabbing onto stool behind the bench for support.

“Me? Sexually frustrated? Please,” you huffed, “I’m not sexually frustrated, and it definitely has nothing to do with you.”

Another scoff escaped your lips as you shuffled back to your room. Closing the door behind you, a heavy sigh came from your chest as you sat on the edge of your bed. How on earth was he able to read you like that? So well and so accurate? It was all you could think about, not to mention the fact that it was also night time simultaneously.

You let your body fall onto your bed sheets. The feeling of restlessness was consuming your body. As you crawled into bed, you looked straight into the ceiling. Why were you thinking about his words so much? Were you really taking it out on him? You shook your head, mentally slapping yourself for even considering the thought.

Minho was a lazy slob who was extremely inconsiderate of others, especially you. But why was the thought of his fingers on your sides becoming the main source of agitation.? The silence of your thoughts was deafening, but they were easily interrupted as soon as you heard the door open, a high pitched voice followed what felt like the most ludicrous creek you had ever heard. ‘I should really put some oil on the door huh?’ You paused for a couple of seconds, this time physically face palming yourself for the dumb excuse you had made to see who he had decided to bring over to accompany him tonight. Legs completely ignoring your brain, you were out of bed, hand twisting the knob and peeking a look at the poor girl that would be subjected to Minho’s torture tonight. Tip toeing out of the doorway, you kept the weight of a feather on your toes, making yourself as invisible as possible.

“Y/n?”

Your pink panther stance of attempted deception looked utterly ridiculous and not sly at all was extremely confusing to the two. You quickly relaxed into a normal stance, the fakest of smiles coming across your face as you see who it is he brought home to have his way with.

“Chaeyeon… heyyy,” you lingered, “I didn’t know you were coming over.”

You would have been happy with literally anyone else. But Chaeyeon? Chaeyeon? It’s like she was your number one arch rival. Minho knew how much you hated her, yet he still let her come over. Everything about her you could not stand, not to mention the fact that she home wrecked your last serious relationship. Even though it was a while ago, you can forgive but not forget, her face being a constant reminder of your hurtful past.

“Oh hey Y/N,” she almost signed, her amount of excitement to see you matching yours, “I didn’t know you lived here.”

The arm he had around her waist made you sick.

“There’s a lot of things you don't know about me,” you mumbled, foot swaying back and forth, eyes focused on said foot.

“Okay, so you guys have had a little reunion,” Minho interrupted. Anything would have been better to break the awkward silence than his sarcastic comments, “we’re gonna go to my room now.”

“NO!” you interjected, covering the hallway with every bit of your being, “I mean, what’s the rush huh? Changbin is coming over as well.”

You paused, Minho’s face clearly cussing you out if yelling was inappropriate at this current moment.

“Uh no thanks Y/N-”

“We should all hang out!”

The excitement coming from your voice was so inauthentic, it was hard to miss.

“Yeah! Let’s all hang out,” you walked behind them, placing a hand on each of their backs and you hurried them to the couch, “I’ll get some beers in the fridge.”

“I actually only drink vodka,” Chaeyeon yawns, obnoxiously twirling her hair, her other hand aggravatingly high on his thigh.

“Oh that’s totally fine,” you gritted through tightly clenched teeth, “we have a bottle in the fridge, I’ll grab that for you as well.”

You scuffled back over to the fridge, mentally cursing yourself as you grabbed the necessary beverages. The confusion you were giving yourself about why you were putting in so much effort to spend time with the two people you literally hated more than anything was mind baffling

“So,” you began again, passing a Corona to Minho, a glass to Chaeyeon, “how have you been finding your course so far?”

You sat the Smirnoff and Orange juice on the table. Yes, you were being nice, but not nice enough to pour the drink for this bitch.

“Oh it was so great,” she smiled, “Jisung and I were living together, it was, well, a dream really.”

The feeling of your nails became prominent in your fists as your fingers caved in. The mention of his name was enough to make you see red, let alone the idea of them being happily together. The itch of your eye begging to roll was becoming too prominent, so much that you had to get up and walk away for a second. You stood up abruptly, confusion etched into Minho’s features. You didn’t want to make this a big deal, but the fact that she continued to gloat about it, long after you stopped listening was enough to reach your breaking point.

“I think I heard my phone ringing from my room, it must be Changbin.”

“I don't think I hear anything,” Minho smirked, plastering his lips on the edge of the bottle. The way his lips wrapped around the tip of the warm glass was something you ‘accidentally’ became fixated on. You puffed your cheeks, storming to your room and somewhat aggressively shutting the door behind you. Scrambling for your phone on the bedside table, you panicked, unclear mind as you scrolled through your phone contacts. You paused, an inducing amount of oxygen filling up your lungs. It did little to calm the irritated tingling sensation in your fingers.

Changbin’s name had finally popped up on your phone after what had felt like a lifetime.

“Hello?”

His voice was husky, guilt panging your chest as you realsied you had probably woken him up from his not very often deep slumber.

“Changbin,” you gasped, “you know how much I love you right?”

“What do you need me to do?”

You snickered at his words. He had been your friend for too long to know that those words would never be said unless you needed something.

“Can you come over,” you pleaded, “Chaeyeon is here with Minho because he invited her over late at night, and I told them you were coming over?”

“Jesus Y/n,” Changbin sighed, a playful chuckle tickling your cheek, “so you want me to come over and make Minho jealous?”

“Wait no wtf,” you jumbled, “make Minho jealous? I just want you to flirt with me and Chaeyeon so she leaves.”

“Mhm yeah,” he chuckled once more, voice laced with sarcasm as he spoke, “I’ll come over, but if you don't sleep with him by the end of the night, I’m gonna be extremely disappointed.”

“Yeah okay whatever just get your ass over here now.”

And with that you abruptly ended the phone call, Changbin giving you no peace of mind. Were you this easy to read by everybody? A frustrated sigh exploded from your chest. The games your head and your heart were playing with were helping you come to no resolution. You sat on your bed, thoughts were running crazy. Now would be a really great time to just put on Netflix and curl into bed, have some snacks and fall asleep, chip trail on ur chest to be found in the morning.

You were interrupted by the very loud knock on the door. Sprinting like your life depended on it, you were relieved. Seeing Changbin’s face had never before given you so much joy.

“Changbin,” you shouted, wrapping your arms around him in a tight embrace.

“Y/n what are you doing-”

“Shut up and go along with it,” you mumbled into his chest, letting up, but still keeping your body tightly wounded against his. Minho’s jaw became clenched, or were you just imagining things?

Regardless of what it was, your brain quickly shifted to the way Chaeyeon was eyeing Changbin up and down, almost like it was the first time she had ever seen an attractive male. ‘She definitely wasn’t looking at Minho like that when he walked in’ you thought, an unconscious smirk coming to mouth. You bit down on your bottom lip, an extremely poor attempt at masking the satisfaction of your goal being achieved so easily. One step closer to kicking her out, for good, because there was no way you weren’t talking to Minho after this about making an explicit declaration of her abandonment from this house.

“Minho,” he smiled, earning a nod, “Chaeyeon,” he smirked, an almost gag spilling out of your mouth.

“Changbin,” she followed, repeating his smirk, “long time no see.”

She gulped, engulfing a large sip of alcohol into her wicked mouth.

“Let’s play a game!”

“A game,” you questioned, raising an eyebrow, “why would we play-”

“I think that’s a great idea!”

You turned to look at him, a puzzled expression still very apparent on your facial features.

“Get the vodka out from the fridge, and let’s get started.”

***

Two bottles of vodka down, and what looked like 8 bottles of Corona sitting empty on the table, the games that were being played were becoming more difficult to comprehend. Sound of giggle and laughter constantly filled the room as everyone slowly began to lose their minds to the intoxication.

“O-okay, never have I e-ever, done a sexual act in public.”

Filters of chuckles and laughter filled the room as everyone, but you took a sip.

“What?” she asked, offering you her fake sympathy, “you’ve never done anything like that before?”

“I-I mean,” you stuttered, the look of confusion was evident, “I don’t think I have-”

“Yes you have.”

All eyes were snapped open and pressing into Minho’s skull as he began to converse.

“Pfft, no I have not,” you scoffed, taking another swig. An eye roll left came from Minho, followed by a sound of what seemed to be disgust as he shot gunned his current bottle.

“Yes you have,” he nagged, playfully hitting your shoulder, “I saw you.”

Complete silence fell over the room as he words lingered in the air. You genuinely had no idea what he was talking about.The feeling of the room had suddenly changed. His eyes became soft, fixated on nothing but the way your body slumped against the rough material of the couch.

Your mind began to drift. Thoughts floating into earlier scenes of the night. The closeness of his breath fanning your neck ever so softly, palms spread across your hips. The idea of marks on you swimming into your head. God that would feel so good. Letting him grab you and throw you onto his bed. Climbing up your frame, starting from the bottom of your legs, keeping a tight grip on your inner thighs. The feeling of faint lips stealing every inch of your being, tantalisingly hitting every, single, spot, finally reaching your-

“Y/N? Y/N!”

The feeling of Changbin's shaking your shoulders definitely brought you back to reality. His hands did feel nice, but they weren’t the ones you were longing for. Your head was thrown back, disbelief filling you as your mind continued to fill the gutter.

“When?”

As you moved closer, you giggled, placing your finger tip across his knee. You let them dance, index fingers tapping away at the skin you so desperately wanted to see in this moment.

“Mr. Lee Minho, when did you see me?”

“I’m not saying it here in front of-”

“Who? Chaeyeon?”

Your prowling continued, bodies even closer as you slowly began to climb him like an inanimate object. This would have been completely awkward sober. Nothing about this was romantic in the slightest. To an outsider, or Changbin and Chaeyeon, you were right there, situated across Minho’s lap. It wasn’t quite a straddle, it was just something. They both stayed quiet, paying little attention to your animalistic act, already focused on feeling each other up. Or so you assumed, seeing as they didn’t say anything. All that was heard was the sound of the front door. You snapped your head for a quick moment, eyes scanning the emptiness the room suddenly felt.

“It was in the car.”

Minho’s words felt heavy, like he had more to say.

“The car?”

You were taken aback, face moving away from the closeness of his. Part of your brain clicked, remembering exactly what he was talking about. With Jisung. The memory of hurt was quickly forgotten as the feeling of Minho’s palms spread across your body was bringing you to life. The adrenaline came all at once. Your mind was telling you to move away, but your body was saying something else, affirming it’s position.

Minho was leaning in, barely any spaces between the two as his fingertips began to spread lower and lower, firmly gripping either side of your ass as he moved you closer. A helpless whimper escaped your lips as you felt your legs tighten, heat running down to your core, quickly. What the fuck was happening right now?

“You were on top of him,” he whispered, pulling your hips against him once more, “just like this.”

“F-fuck,” was all that managed to slip out of your lips. This was becoming difficult. So difficult to say no and move away. You knew it was the right thing to do. Things would just be awkward and you could go back to hating him. No matter how much you tried, how much you wanted to, you were powerless. Every fiber of your being was being given up to him. You leaned in closer, foreheads now touching as you looked at him. His gaze was anything but lacklustre as his jaw became tense. His body began to ache simultaneously with yours. The pressure was becoming too much.

“Do you want this?”

“What?”

A small whine escaped you at the loss of his tips gripping your body. They quickly made their way to either side of your face. Your body began to rock back and forth on it’s own. You had become desperate for any sort of friction that you could create.

“I said, do you want this?”

“Do you?”

His expression made you nervous. It was hard to read. All you could see was the black substance of his pupils enlarge, increasing in diameter by the second. Almost like a supernatural being was possessing him.

“Fuck,” you grunted, wrapping your hands around his neck to steady yourself on top of him, “you’re making it hard to say no.”

Things were already becoming hazy the longer you stayed. A huff of frustration came from him as he was giving all his effort not to give into the way you were rubbing your dampening heat against him. It was like a drug he could not refuse.

“Kiss me if you want me.”

He huffed, the edge of his lips just barely brushing against the tip of your nose.

“Kiss me, and give me the green light.”

You waited a moment, any part of your brain that wasn't concentrated solely on his palms digging into your sides trying to reason. You looked at him once more. His eyes, nose, lips. His lips.

“Fuck it.”

He was quick to work, pushing you down to lie flat against the couch. A small kiss to your lips was felt as he pulled away, lifting his arms up and throwing his shirt to the floor at Usain Bolt pace. The smirk on your face was too easy for him not to see.

“You like what you fucking see don’t you?”

“Just shut the fuck up and kiss me.”

Of course. Of course he was still that arrogant cocky motherfucker that you could not stand. The one who never cleaned up after himself. Or took too long in the shower for the hot water to run out. All of these evil perceptions you had of your roommate were disappearing as his lips were gently placed onto yours. It was a little too slow for your liking, but it was deep. Boy, was it deep. Each movement of his tongue was made with so much precision as he lowered himself onto you. His thighs were clenched, a soft groan could be heard against his lips as his groin pressed into you. Holy fuck, were you really doing this? It was so wrong. Everything in the world was saying to stop, stop this.

“Mm- wait,” you paused your hands on his chest to push him away, “wait.”

A flash of panic waved over his eyes as he quickly jumped off of you, face palming the floor.

“What’s wrong? Did I do something wrong? Did I hurt you? Are you-”

“I’m fine,” you interjected, giggling at the never been seen care and caution he had for you, “I just don’t think we should do this.”

“Oh,” was all he could say. You kept your gaze lowered; looking at him would have made you feel so guilty. The feeling of regret started to seep into your bones, but you couldn't tell: was it regret of this ever happening, or was it regret from stopping? Your head was too muddled to even attempt to comprehend what had just appended. The only sound that could be heard was your scuffed footsteps, quickly pacing back to your room and shutting the door, hard. The loudest sigh known to earth could be heard on the opposite side of the room as you let your body collapse. The ache between your legs was growing by the second; and as much as you tried to suppress the feeling of Minho’s lips on yours, fingertips dragging along your sides. No. It was much easier this way. Setting boundaries as roommates seemed to be a better idea for the long run.

But the long run was boring. You would both have to pretend that this never happened. Having other people over for sexual purposes would just be awkward now; the more you thought about it, the realisation, and the jealousy hit that you had already crossed said boundary. And maybe that’s why your feet had dragged you to the front of his bedroom door. How the fuck did you get here? You brought your knuckles to the wooden frame, door becoming slightly ajar as you gently knocked. Minho’s snapped his head around, covering himself quickly as you walked in. You cocked your eyebrow, a face of confusion apparent on your face.

“What are you doing?”

“Nothing,” he huffed, turning back to his previous position, “what do you want?”

You wanted to just walk out. Mind your business and just leave. But it was hard, quite literally. The imprint of what you assumed to be Minho’s naked lower half painfully pressing into the sheer sheets that was covering him. He paid you no more attention, giving you all the power to initiate whatever it is you wanted to initiate. You slowly crept in beside him, nuzzling your head into the back of his neck as he groaned in annoyance.

“Y/n, what the fuck are you doing in my bed?”

“Hmm, I think I changed my mind,” you whispered, reaching around to grab him. A blunt hiss escaped Minho’s lips as your action made him turn around. He was so close to you now. So close that you could feel his breath spreading across your left cheek.

“Are you being serious right now?”

The look on his face was unimpressed to say the least.

“Yeah, I mean,” your voice was calm as your hand began to take flight, sliding down to the base of his shaft, “we’ve already crossed the line, let’s go a little further.”

“Oh yeah?” His voice was dripping with sarcasm. He grabbed you by the wrist that was currently on him, pulling it away and climbing on top of you. Both hands now leaving his side, securely attached onto both wrists as he pinned them down above your head. Nose clumsily tickling yours as he reattached his lips to yours. The feeling of his lips was much softer and calmer than before, almost like he was protecting you. Wanting to keep the moment so delicate, though the way his bare hips involuntarily grinding against your clothed core was far from it. A soft whimper came from your lips, vibrating against his. A soft chuckle was heard from Minho as he pulled away; it made you nervous. To be more specific, the way that arrogant, mischievous smirk that you knew all too well was spread across his face.

“You’re so responsive to me,” he growled, quickly planting another one on your lips before sliding down to your jaw, then your neck, stopping at your chest. Nothing needed to be said as you quickly discarded your shirt, silently thanking your past self for not wearing any underneath. Minho situated himself in front of your now bare chest, waist sitting against your heart as he took one nipple into his mouth, fingers enclosing around the other. A loud whine left your lips, back arching in reaction to him. He looked up, satisfied filling his body as you weren’t able to return his gaze, head already rolled all the way back as he continued his playful assault.

“It’s so cute,” he mumbled between kisses, “so responsive and I’ve barely done anything.”

His lips travelled down the center of your stomach, dipping dangerously closer to where you wanted him most. His continuous rhythm between kisses was immaculate. Any of the incoherent sounds you made, or the crude remarks he made were left unsaid.

“Fuck,” you hissed, painfully throbbing at the way Minho played with the waistband of your panties.

“Not fun to be teased y/n,’ he paused, making sure you were looking at him, “is it.”

A pang of guilt hit your chest for a moment. I mean, it’s not like you did it on purpose, right?

“Minho I’m-”

“Save it,” he scoffs, “whether you did it on purpose, or not, I’m not gonna let you have it so easily.”

His fingers stopped their performance across your hips, continuing a little lower than before. The smirk came to his lips once more, index finger running down your slit. The friction was fierce, but not fierce enough. You wanted, no, you needed more. All he could do was smile at your mercy.

“So fun to tease darling, but you’re gonna have to be more vocal if you want these panties off.”

“Minho please,” you whined, “for fucks sake.”

You bucked your hips forward, desperate for any more contact from the bare minimum he was giving you.

“That doesn’t sound very nice to me.”

“Minho please, please, please,” you whispered, voice becoming super weak, “fuck me, or finger me, anything please, I need to feel you.”

“Now that’s more like it,” he smiled, finally pulling your panties down. You have never lifted your hips faster in your life. The vulnerability of your naked body was somewhat confronting, but your brain was so fogged out from the immense teasing, you cared little.

“Fuck,” he gasped, spreading you effortlessly with two fingers, “you’re so wet for me, aren't you?”

The heat in your cheeks rose as you became embarrassed at his words. Minho didn’t know this, but feeling humiliated was something that could make you cum on the spot. Words intended for insult went through your ears and straight down to the core, the heat becoming like an intense fire igniting in your body as one of his hands moved along your inner thigh, the other gently beginning to circle around where you needed him most.

“Oh my god,” you gasped, “oh my god Minho please, more.” Your voice was becoming needier by the second, but the longer it went on, the less you seemed to care. His tongue was now a factor coming into play, small kitty licks lapping your clit at a suddenly fast pace. Your legs are already trembling, but Minho does more to appease, hooking his arms under and around your thighs to stop the flustered look on your face. It was confronting how quickly he was getting you to your high.

“Please,” you sighed, eyes hazed as you attempted to look down at the way his tongue was on you. The combination of him sucking on your clit, then pushing it through your entrance almost made you scream. However, the noises that came from your mouth were small, heavy pants, progressively getting louder and louder the tighter the knot in your stomach became.

“Do you wanna cum princess?” His voice was whiny, mocking the tone you had used earlier. You nodded ferociously, knowing any attempt to speak would come out horse or just broken.

“Such a good girl,” he purred, replacing his tongue with two fingers, “but if you want to cum, you’re gonna have to beg for it once more.”

“You’re such a fucking dick,” you groaned, an attempt of grinding your center onto Minho’s fingers failing miserably, “you’re being so unfair.”

“I’m unfair?” he scoffed, beginning his digits back to a bare minimum pace, “you’re the one

who was teasing me all night. I know Changbin is like, your best friend so there was no chance you were bringing him back to fuck him. Then you start to kiss me, hard and fast may I add, AND THEN ! you aren’t sure and you leave me to pretend like nothing happened.”

There was no witty comeback you could say in response because he was right. You were the one who has done the teasing for most of the night.

“You looked so fucked out right now baby,” his tone coming back to a calming medium, “begging for me to make you cum, which I can do right now,” he paused, climbing back to your side, lifting your left leg to continue his easy access to ur clit, “or you can beg even more to have my cock inside of you. The choice is yours.” You swallowed, hard. How could he say something so filthy? Out of all the times you had heard him bring other girls over, he would never talk like this. It was always so nice and calm, full of praise and compassion. Maybe they didn’t act like cock teases and let him just have what he wanted.

“C-cock,” you mumbled, pushing your backside against his now pulsating cock, “please give your cock sir.”

“Ooo sir, I like that one, but you’re gonna have to do more if you want me to fill you up princess.”

Words were becoming extremely hard to not only facilitate in your mind, but put them on your tongue and get out to him. He knew this. He knew your were on the brink of collapsing in cum, but the torture was too entertaining for him nonetheless. Although you're frustrated with him was increasing, you couldn’t lie to yourself that the way he was using you like a sex toy was turning you on. After being up his ass so long with rules around the house and how you wanted things done, it was nice to finally let go. Submit to his rules instead of yours.

“P-please Minho, sir’ you panted, head turning to look at the sadistic face of enjoyment he was having from this, “I’ll do anything, a-anything to have your cock inside of me right now.”

“Anything?”

“Anything.”

“Okay then tomorrow morning, you have to make me breakfast, AND wash my dishes.”

“Seriously,” you panted, “that’s what you're thinking about right now?”

“You said anything.” He shrugged, suddenly taking his fingers away from your dripping core. A gasp of disappointment came to your lips at the loss of delicious contact. Minho sat up, ducking under your leg, and positioning himself right back to where he was previously. However, this time, he was on his knees. Although you were touching it before, you really hadn't had a chance to look at how big it was: way more than what you expected. He stroked himself a couple of times, making sure not to get carried away with himself before he pushed it between your folds, letting his pre-cum mix with your juices. He slowly descended into you. Jaws dropping simultaneously, you gasped. The way he was stretching you out did burn a little bit, but once he was fully inside, your eyes rolled to the back of your head. Minho waited until the look of slight discomfort faded from your features.

“Are you okay?”

You nodded, biting down on your bottom lip and he slowly pulled himself back out. He kept a consistent, yet slow pace as leaned in closer to you. He was now hovering over, letting his face become buried into the middle of your breasts. The feeling was so immaculate, you were desperate to cling onto something for support.

“Dig them into me,” he groaned, strangling his vocal cords, “dig your nails into my back and scratch me like your life fucking depends on it.”

Perfect. You did as he pleased, a loud moan of his name wrestling from your lips as you felt the red marks appear on his backside. The pressure from before was already building in your stomach again, and he could tell. The way you were super tight for him was one, but the way you were now clenching around him was another. He knew he wouldn’t last much longer if you kept doing that.

“Fuck,” was all you could manage to say, a deep grin plastered on his face.

“You’re close aren't you,” he cooed, attaching his lips to your neck, “talk to me baby, tell me what you're feeling.

“Mhm, yeah, fuck I’m so close baby. H-Harder.”

The pitch of your tone was becoming whinier by the second. To add to that, the way you became confused, as if Minho was a vampire, because the way he was sucking on your neck was kind of painful. Nevertheless, you relished in it, knowing too well that a very, very dark mark would replace his mouth. The idea of him showing his possession of you, knowing that he finally won you over did not make you happy, nonetheless, you were too fucked out to care.

Your legs were now pushed all the way back, pace fastening by the minute, allowing Minho to push even deeper into you. And that was it. Right there, the spot you had never even known was even there.

“Ah fuck!” Your moan was loud this time, completely unable to control anything. The smirk, in combination with the satisfied growl that left his lips was a face of pure ecstasy as he realised that he had finally hit your G-spot.

“Fuck that feels so fucking good,” Minho grumbled, “are you close? Because I think I’m gonna cum.”

It was like your stomach was an orchestra. Minho’s words were the conductor, completely controlling how close you were to your release.

“Y-yes,” you cried, “I’m gonna cum so hard right now.”

“You wanna cum baby?”

“Yeah.”

“You wanna cum right now?”

“Yes baby,” you pouted, a perplexity of sounds escaping your lips, completely out of your control.

“Cum on my cock princess,” Minho whispered through what sounded to be like pained groans, “be a good girl and cum with me inside of you.”

And there it was, like it was on queue as your body completely flopped, legs shaking and a string of lewd curse words fell from your lips. The way your pussy clenched around him was enough to make him pull out, spilling into the dip of your stomach. A loud breath of what seemed to be exhaustion fell from his lips. Your eyes were previously screwed so shut, it hurt when you opened them again, sensitive to the light.

“Fuck,” you both cursed simultaneously, making one another giggle. Minho fell to your left side, flat on his back as he invited you to scooch over next to him. Face pressed against his chest, fingers playfully dragging up and down his torso. For some reason, he felt so safe and secure at this moment. Almost forgetting how he literally just fucked you into oblivion, your eyelids become heavy. It wasn’t until Minho spoke that you were revived from your alternate state of consciousness once more.

“I didn’t know you had it in you.” His voice sounded genuinely surprised, unsure if you should be offended or not. You looked up at him, quickly pressing a kiss to his cheek. He wasn’t sure how to react, but the dark shade tinting his face right now said enough.

“Please,” you scoffed, “You did me good, but was that the best you can do?”

He ran his tongue across his bottom lip, but down on it after, “Is that a challenge?”

You said nothing, instead sitting up and pushing your legs on either side of his hips. A soft moan escaped his lips as he felt your still dripping heat sitting on the base of him.

“Why don’t you find out and see?”

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Izone Reaction s/o falling asleep while doing their school work

Idol: Izone

Request: No

A/n: My brain is destroyed, this took longer than expected, sorry if this had a lot of grammar issues! Hope you like it, loves!

Eunbi

Eunbi swore that she would take care of everyone as your leader. The constant late nights you spend in the dining room answering your books, the times she sleeps seeing you working and waking up to you in the same spot.

So when she came home from doing the groceries, a frown etched on her face when she saw you passed out on the table, your books and laptop opened while a pencil hung from your ear. She approached your sleeping form, taking a look at your work and saving it before shaking you awake,

“Y/n,” she shook you until you groaned, opening your eyes and groggily calling out. “Unnie?” You called and she smiled at you, cooing at your cuteness,

“Let’s get you to bed,” you couldn’t argue with her and just stood letting her lead you to your room before tucking you in. The soft pillow knocking you out instantly, “Sleep well, baby,” she whispered before leaving your room , closing the door and making her way to tidy your things.

Sakura

Your girlfriend was busy cleaning the dorm, she was left behind while the others had their own plans, she saw the opportunity and decided to clean the whole dorm. Halfway through the front door opened, followed by your tired form entering, dropping your bag beside the couch and slumping on the couch.

Sakura peeked and saw you, a smile forming on her face as she continued cleaning,

“How was your project, love?” She called out but when she didn’t get a response she peeked again, cooing when she saw how your body was unmoving and relaxed, followed by a quiet snore. She smiled at your form, moving to take the blanket and drape it over you, making sure to keep her noise minimal as to let you rest.

Hyewon

Hyewon left her room, going to the kitchen to retrieve the leftover gummy bears she had saved last night. She paused when she saw you slumped on the table, various books and papers littered, one of said books resting on your head. It made her laugh at the state you were in before she sat next to you.

Quietly pulling a chair and eating her food, silently watching you as the book lifted and came back down, your breath moving some of the papers as your snoring echoed a little because of the book.

Maybe if someone saw her it would be creepy, but she enjoyed it, seeing you so peaceful made her heart tickle because she knew that she was the lucky one getting to date such a hard working person.

Yena

Your girlfriend would be on the softer side.

Though she is known to be quite playful, she has this side of her that only is soft to you. She’s definitely been teased by her members but she doesn’t care, she’s soft to you and only you.

One time to prove it is when she saw you at midnight, working on your computer while she busies herself on instagram, you two often enjoy the silence, especially if you were working on a paper while Yena was also comfortable, all she needed was you in a room anyway.

But halfway through, the typing sounds stopped, Yena thought you were thinking. Since she knew that this paper would be graded by one of the strict teachers, every word and sentence had to be right.

But for a few minutes it didn’t continue so she looked up, only to gasp when she saw you, face slumped against the desk snoring. Yena stood, padding to your place and rolling your chair to the bed before rolling you on the mattress since she knew that your back would hurt otherwise.

Chaeyeon

Like Eunbi, Chaeyeon kept her promise in becoming the second leader. She took care of everyone and made sure you were all healthy and taken care of.

As your leader and girlfriend she made sure to look after you a little more than the rest. She knew how difficult school could get, though going to school while being an idol is a different story, she would try her best to understand and help you as best as she could.

When she came home and you crashed on her bed, snoring while you clutched her pillow, Chaeyeon cooed.

Even though you were only a few years younger than Minju she still considered you as a baby. So she changed and snuggled beside you quietly, your arms looping around her unconsciously, making Chaeyeon’s heart melt at your actions.

Chaewon

“You need to sleep, love,” you looked up at your girlfriend, squinting your eyes and removing your glasses, rubbing your eyes. It was sore from the hours you spent looking at your computer.

“I’ll just finish this, I promise, I’ll sleep soon” you said and busied continued your work, fingers gliding against the keyboard while Chaewon sighed and decided to let you be, she knew how stubborn you were.

Half an hour later when she went to check on you, she shook her head when you were already knocked out.

Sleepily sighing on your seat while she shook her head but nonetheless she couldn’t help but coo but your peaceful face before she woke you and forced you to sleep.

Chaewon laying beside you as she ran her fingers through your hair, soothing you until your tiredness took over completely.

Minju

When you met Minju at SOPA she was the definition of shy. Minju had a lot of friends but it was you specifically that managed to take her heart and attention.

So she understood the struggles that came with your industry and school. So usually the two of you would spend a lot of time together doing your work.

But sometimes you had more work than her, surprisingly while being in the same year, so she took care of you.

Often calling to make sure you weren’t overworking yourself. When she came to your apartment she was expecting to see you watching TV but a frown etched on her face when she saw you sleeping on your couch, your books on the table.

Minju sighed and took a blanket covering you before leaving a kiss on your forehead before she started to clean up your things, she would be sure to scold you tomorrow but that could wait, for now you needed rest and she was willing to give that to you.

Nako

Nako would be worried when she saw you sleeping on the floor. Your papers and school work scattered around you, it was almost as if you were dead, but your breathing made it clear that you were somewhere in dreamland.

“Aish, I told her to get some rest,” your girlfriend whispered to herself before she walked to where you slept.

Picking up your stuff, making sure not to mess up anything, then she went to your room to get a spare blanket and some pillows, because there was no way that she could carry you up those stairs.

She laid down the blanket and set up the pillows before rolling you carefully into a comfortable position. Making sure to call her leader before she joined you, opting to stay with you for now to make sure you would take care of yourself.

Hitomi

“Didn’t I tell you to rest?” You snapped your head up to your girlfriend as you smiled at her,

“Just one more, Tomi, I promise I’ll finish this then I’ll rest,” you reasoned but she wasn’t having any of it.

“You said that half an hour ago, so no more excuses, you’re sleeping and that’s it” you couldn’t argue with her.

Though she was often cutesy and baby-ish around you she was also demanding sometimes when it comes to your health. She wants you to be healthy because it would hurt her heart too much if she saw you sick.

It was mostly because of your soft spot that you weren’t able to refuse her but she had a point.

“I’ll help you tomorrow with your work, just please get at least a few hours of rest, if you want I’ll come back so we could sleep together” she said earning a nod from you before she gave you a peck on the lips leaving the room to tidy up outside, but when she came back to the room you were already asleep.

A giggle pulling out of her before she joined you, wrapping her arms around your body and caressing your hair, happy that you finally got the sleep you needed.

Yuri

Everybody knows Yuri is a cuddler. Oftentimes it was her greatest strength or her weakness. It was powerful because at times she could use it to her advantage, getting what she wanted easily, and adding puppy eyes as well as a pout seemed to be in her favor.

But sometimes she was getting too sad not being able to cuddle you, so when she got back you were forced to be trapped in her arms until she decided it was enough to let you go.

Both were pretty much a disadvantage to you but you loved her anyway. But unfortunately this was one of the times where she used it to her advantage.

She’s seen you work, for 12 hours straight to be specific, and she had told you. Multiple times to get some rest but every time you would reply a ‘yes’ but still have yet to leave your place.

So she sighed and made a decision. Quietly she tiptoed to your place making sure you didn’t hear her until she suddenly jumped in between your legs.

Resting her back against your front. You complained and told her to move but she made up an excuse and told you to rest your head on her shoulder.

Unfortunately for you it was comfortable, too comfortable, where Yuri started to smile when she constantly heard you yawn.

Added to the fact that she started to play with your hair made you sleepier until half an hour in she felt you sigh against her neck.

With a victorious smile she stood up and prepared a makeshift bed laying you down before cuddling with you.

Though it was a disadvantage for you, it proved to be useful at times you didn’t think it would be.

Yujin

Yujin understood how tough it is to balance school while being an idol. Oftentimes she’s gotten lucky because she didn’t have much work.

But with you being a year higher it was a much more different case. She tried to help you, seeing that you were nearly crying at the number of work you had to do.

But there was only so much she could do being a year below.

She didn’t know but it meant so much to you, seeing how she tries to understand your papers while having her own work to do.

It warmed our heart endlessly, so when the night was high in the moon and you were already passed out, It made her giggle every time she saw your head bobbing in the corner of her eye, seeing you fight your sleepiness until sometime later it finally won and dragged you to dreamland.

While Yujin stayed awake trying to understand a particular lesson of yours, sometimes looking at your peaceful face in awe at how much you still kept going with this kind of life

Wonyoung

Like Yujin, Wonyoung found you to be the role model in her life. Seeing you work so hard in balancing two completely different things in your life made her want to do the same.

To her you were the perfect kind of person, though you told her it was the determination to graduate and prove the haters wrong that you did deserve to graduate and be an idol at the same time.

But that only made her look up to you even more. Of course she knew that you made mistakes too, so when she often sees you struggling she would try her best to help, because while she did look up to you as a student she was also your friend who cared about you a lot.

She was the person to remind you to not work that hard and remember to take breaks.

Though there were times where she listened she still knew that you are a very stubborn girl which was the one thing she hated about you.

You often used her words of being a role model as an excuse but she was quick to shut you down, claiming that sleeping late and not eating healthy is a bad example.

So when one day she saw you passed out against the dining table she sighed and went to wake you quietly before moving you to bed.

When you laid on the soft mattress your body relaxed, putting you to sleep instantly making her laugh and admire your sleeping face, a soft smile spreading through her face before she moved to the living room to clean up before joining you in your sleep.

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rj-s · 4 years ago

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As If It’s Your Last

Reader x Yeji

Requested by anon

Genre: fluff, high school au, friends to lovers

Words: 1.8k

A/N: Hi I’m so sowwy this took so long. It’s currently four in the morning and this is quite long compared to my previous ones. But I really liked this one uwu. Me did got into kpop because of AIIYL soooo yeahhh. Again, I didn’t really got into the high school part? I hope you still like it tho. Thank you for requesting!

22 Jun 2017

It was just an ordinary school day, doing English in maths, chit-chatting in VA, and sneaking phone out in Science. Yes, very typical.

Your friend, Chaeryeong decided to bring you to her dance studio after school. You were never really into Kpop. You were more like a "Twinkie" who seems intimidating to others. However, you and Chaeryeong knew each other since forever, she knew the real you.

Sometimes, she felt like you just hanging out with her and her sisters is not enough. She wanted you to have more friends and join more activities but you just said it's fine. She was hoping bringing you to the studio will help.

Entering the studio, you sat down at the back.

"You're not going to join?"

You looked up at her. "Nah... I can't..."

"Well, okay. I hope you will change your mind though..."

"괜찮아..." (It's okay...)

She nodded and went to warm up.

You started scrolling your phone until you heard footsteps, and you looked up. A cat-eyed girl ran in, hands on her knees, breathing heavily.

"Hi... I... I'm sorry I'm... late-"

She looked at you and froze, with her eyes wide open. You started to worry, 'Is there something on my face? Do I know her? Oh my God-' Your thoughts were cut out by your best friend, "Oh right, Y/N, this is Yeji unni, she is from school. And Yeji unni, you know Y/N." She said with a smirk, the cat-eyed girl started to blush and looked away.

'Oh, she is from school.' You thought.

You caught her staring at you a few times through the mirror's reflection, she looked away quickly.

'Cute' You thought.

They started the practice when Chaeryeong's sister, Chaeyeon finally arrived. It was not the first time you see the Lee sisters dance, but Yeji, she is something else. The way she looked at you through the mirror when she was dancing gave you chills. It's like her glances can kill.

'Oh wow.'

When the practice ended, the four of you stayed because the Lee sisters suggested a get-to-know-each-other-more gathering. Well, they ordered chicken, you can't say no to chicken.

As you guys were waiting for the food, Chaeyeon suddenly pulled her phone out, "Have you guys listened to the latest Blackpink song yet?" 'Blackpink? As in black and pink???' The three of you said no. She signed and played the mv. It was like just Kpop at first, but when you listen to it the second time, you started to get addicted. The Lee sisters knew you way too much, "Y/N si, do you wanna learn the dance?"

"What- No-"

"We saw you nodding your head to the music, also the rap part!"

It's not a secret that you like raps but the girl with bangs just did so well and you're obsessed already.

"Come onnnnnnnnnnnn, you love to danceeeee."

Chaeyeon said and Chaeryeong pulled you up. Even though you acted like you didn't want it, you were glad your friends knew you that well. All of you picked your parts and started to learn the dance.

Chaeyeon saw you were struggling and got behind you to help you with the moves. Little did you know, someone was watching the both of you.

"Ohhhhh, okay. I got it now, Chaeyeon unni. Thank you."

"It's okay, haha." She said as she petted your head before hugging you.

Yeji watched with a pout, "Are you jealous, unni?" Chaeryoung teased. "Wha- No-" The cat-eyed girl got flustered again. Was it love at first sight? No. You were the "Twinkie" of the school which amazed her, you and the Lee sisters are best friends, it's hard not to notice you.

"They look good together..." She mumbled.

"THE FOOD IS HERE!!!" Chaeyeon screamed.

"Yah, unni! We're just right here." You said as you rub your ears.

"Awe, I'm sorry, my poor baby." She said as she hugged you and kissed you on your forehead.

Yeji pouted again, not knowing how to react. She wanted to get out of here and cry, but she can't. It'd be weird, and she wanted to get to know you. Maybe not as a love interest, but at least being friends would be nice. She held herself together and sat down on the floor with you all and ate.

7 Aug 2017

Three had turned to four, now that Yeji knew that you and Chaeyeon are just good friends made her relieved. You four hanged out even during summer, and Yeji finally dared to ask you to hang out with her, just the two of you.

"So."

"Yeah?"

"Where are we going?"

"Oh right, sorry haha. We're going to the carnival!"

"Wait, really?" You've been talking nonstop about the carnival but the Lee sisters were just too busy to get there with you while Yeji wanted to impress you by showing you that she did listen.

She nodded.

"OH MY GOD, I LOVE YOU!" You screamed as you threw yourself onto her to gave her the best hug she's ever received. She hugged back softly, cherishing every second of it.

24 Dec 2017

You and Yeji had grown extremely close in the past few months. The Lee sisters had been teasing the two of you being wives as you two weren't separated from each other.

"I think I'm losing my best friend to Yeji unni..." Chaeryeong said dramatically while having a hand on her chest, faking a pain. "I'm losing my baby too! Oh, this is so sad!" Chaeyeon said as they pretended to cry together.

"You guys... We're literally just here..." You said as you held Yeji closer.

"And you two are cuddling in our living room!"

"It's cold, and she is soft," Yeji said as she snuggled into you more.

"Get a room already!"

'These two... Aish...' Well, you love your best friends. Even when they tease you.

With all the teasing, this had made you wonder what would it be like if you two are actually something. It would be... Nice? It's quite hard to picture as you've never imagined anything like that. A few months ago, she was just the shy girl you didn't know, and now, she's one of your best friends that you're cuddling with on Christmas Eve.

"What are you thinking?" She asked and you snapped out of your thoughts.

"Nothing just got distracted."

"Awe, okay."

You wondered why she was so shy the first time you met her. And was she... Blushing? But that also brought you back to how she dances. How her body moved so smoothly, and those glances. They're just wow.

Was it love at first sight? Probably not, but you definitely had a little crush on her when you saw her dance.

These thoughts kept you up all night, wondering what would it be to date your best friend, holding hands, cuddling, and going out, as a couple.

5 May 2018

It was the game season, Yeji invited you three to the game. You've never watched her play before so you were very excited. On the other hand, she was as nervous as hell. She wanted to impress you but she also didn't want it to be too obvious.

"You're gonna do great, I just know." You said to her with a smile before hugging her.

She really needed that kind of support at that moment, from her "future" lover.

"Y/N..."

"Hm?"

"Can I get something if I am the MVP of the season?"

"Sure, is there something in particular that you want?"

"Yeah, but I will tell you once I am the MVP."

She's always so determined, and you love that about her. It's one of her charms.

"Mhm, okay. Well, good luck!" You gave her a peck on the cheeks, not thinking about her awkwardness.

The cool air hit the baseball player's face yet her cheeks were still burning. 'But no, Yeji. You have to get your head in the game.' She thought to herself.

17 Oct 2018

The day before the last game. She was practising hard. Seeing her so serious always amazed you in all the ways. You decided to bring her lunch as she probably forgot to eat due to being so focused on practising.

"Hey there, champ."

She stopped and looked at you with a smile. That smile you adore. So pure and just pure happiness to see you.

"Hey!" She said as she wiped her sweats away.

"I brought lunch!"

"Ah, this is why I love you more than the Lees."

It's not like they don't bring her lunches during practice. It's just someone who has a favourite.

18 Oct 2018

It's the final game. Yeji tried her best to get as much point as possible. And her posture looked so good. Seeing her efforts really impressed you. You also started to wonder what was that something she wanted.

"Hwang Yeji! Hwang Yeji!"

"SHE WONNNNN Y/N!!!" Chaeyeon screamed.

You waved happily to her and she waved back.

You guys met at the changing room after everyone was gone.

"So, unni. What was that something you want? Is it a shirt? Or you want me to treat you-"

"You." She stopped you.

"It's always been you. I just want to hold you and kiss you as my girlfriend. I'm in love with you, Y/N."

Oh... That's why she acted so awkward sometimes...

"I mean I get it if you don't feel the same, but like I can't hold this any longer. Before actually knowing you, you were this cool kid that everyone secretly admired. But after knowing you, you actually have a soft side. A loving side. You're so much more than just your looks. I am so in love with you..."

"Yeji... I think I'm in love with you too... I love how you put so many efforts into everything. I love your smile and your eyes. I adore them."

She looked down after hearing that.

"Please never hide your eyes, I know how you feel insecure about them, but they're so pretty, so unique, so... You. You're you and I love you for that..." The two of you stared into each others' eyes, slowly lent in. When your lips touched, there were like fireworks inside your stomach. Your heart was skipping like crazy.

The kiss was soft. You pulled away and rest your foreheads against each others'. You both closed your eyes with a smile, just enjoying each others' company. Until one of you finally decided to break the silence.

"So... Y/N..."

"Yes... Unni?"

"Do you... Wanna maybe go out with me?"

"Of course I do!"

You hugged her tightly and she hugged you back. You still didn't let go for a while. "Y/N? Are you okay?" "Mhm" "We've been in this position for a while now." "I know." You held her as if it's your last.

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ggidolsmuts · 4 years ago

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NSFW Tag Game - Roleplay

Created by @nsfwzy! These have probably all be in a porn storyline before :P

Rules: Go to random.org. Click on Lists & More and click on List Randomized. There, enter at least 15 of your biases/idols you find attractive. Select at least 8 of the below options that you like. Randomise on the website to find who you remember doing these sexual roleplays/costume-plays with.

Teacher / Student OR Student’s Parent - Exy: Exy with glasses and a loose blouse on? Yes please. "I'm sorry, I didn't know Sexy Exy is not suitable for a poem... Please punish me."

Nurse OR Doctor / Patient - Seohyun: "Doctor everything feels hot in my body! Am I poisoned?" "Relax, nurse Seohyun, take him to the "treatment room."

Boss / Secretary - Chorong: "Rookie you submitted the report but failed your assignment, learn to read the room!" "What?" "When your boss asks you for a report at 1 am, she's asking for a nice, lengthy, report."

Officer / Criminal - Bol4 Jiyoung: “Ahn Jiyoung, you’re under arrest for being too cute! “Oh no, whatever can I do to prove you wrong?”

Fictional Characters - Gugudan Mina: “Someone who’s cute AND busty? That’s impossible, that’s an anime character.” “Hi oppa, I was assigned to you as your personal assistant, I’m here to assist you with anything!”

Personal Trainer - Hani: “Miss Hani, I can’t do another push up!” “Oh yes you can...” She gets under you. “How about now?”

Strangers In A Bar - Iz*One Chaewon: “Hey you there, get me a drink!” “Sure...” “Hi cutie, my name is Chaewon, what’s yours?” “It’s-” “I don’t care, take me home now!” She blinks at you cutely. “And then please fuck me?”

Librarian / Patron - Twice Mina: “Sir, you’re making too much noise.” Mina the librarian tells you as you push into her slowly from behind. “Oh, I’m sorry, did you want to make the noise?” You begin thrusting harder, forcing less and less quiet moans from the librarian.

Celebrity / Fan - WKMK Doyeon: “Doyeon I’m a fan of yours.” “Good, now make me a fan of your mouth.” She pulls you into a sitting position on the ground and gets on top of you, grinding herself on you.

Spy / Interrogator - Iz*One Chaeyeon: “Tell me who you work for!” “Never!” “Looks like you need some convincing.” Chaeyeon begins stroking you slowly, torturing you with pleasure. “Now, tell me who you work for.” “I-I work for you!” “Wrong answer, let’s keep going...”

Jock OR Cheerleader / Bookworm - Dahyun: “Oppa, the statistics say that you perform better if you can get behind the defense!” “Oh? Does it say anything about how I perform if I get behind you?” “L-let’s find out, we need the data.”

Tutor / Tutee - Gugudan Hana: “Oppa, I can’t figure out this question, can you help me?” “What is the question?” “How many thrusts does it take before you cum in me?”

Vampire OR Werewolf / Human - (G)I-dle Soyeon: “Oh no, the vampire’s going to kill me!” “Ahaha you can run human, but I’m just here to suck you dry!” Soyeon catches up to you, and pulls your pants down as you scream. “What are you doing?” “I told you, I’m sucking you dry.”

Other Monster / Human - Skipped

Imaginary Audience - WKMK Suyeon: You draw back the curtains, revealing Suyeon to a bunch of passerbys, who are totally oblivious to your activities behind the one-way mirror. “Do you like being watched babe?” She can only whimper in response. “Imagine what they would say or do if they saw you...”

Master OR Mistress / Maid OR Butler - Iz*One Eunbi: “I’m sorry Miss Eunbi, I didn’t mean to walk in on you.” “Don’t worry dear butler, I fully intended you to... come here.”

Escort / Client - CLC Yeeun: “Hello, I’ll be your escort for the day.” “Great, nice to meet you! I’m Yeeun, and you’re my escort to a bachelorette party.” “You need an escort for that?” “Of course, we all agreed to bring an escort, so you better be ready for a wild night!”

Photographer / Model - IU: “You did a great job oppa.” “Thank you IU, I look forward to the pictures you took.” She runs her hand down the side of your shirt. “I think... pictures won’t be the only things I’m taking off tonight...”

Master / Slave - Skipped

Resident / Delivery Driver OR Repairer - April Naeun: “Ah, I’m so sorry miss, I have the wrong address.” She pulls you in before you can react. “No... I think you found the right address, there’s a package I need from you.”

#asks

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therestismutlol · 5 years ago

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Leverage • Xiaojun x Reader (Part 3)

This chapter contains explicit content on the lower half. If you are uncomfortable with such themes, there would be a warning which would prompt you to skip to the next chapter. Anyhow, thanks for waiting for the update! Happy reading.

<- Part 2

***

“How could I even like someone who barely had the guts to confess?”

“Did you think I kissed you because we share the same feelings?”

“It was charity work—I pitied you.”

Charity work? Bullshit.

“Stop doing that.”

“…doing what?” you respond to Kun in a muffled voice.

“Banging your head on the table. I can’t concentrate.”

You lift up your head to look at your roommate sitting at the chair across you. He had his eyes narrowed at you, finding your actions extremely distracting.

“I’m sorry.”

You knew he was sizing you up at that very moment, and then he sighs and closes his book, before setting it down at the table.

“Alright. Mind telling me what’s up?”

Psych Major Kun never fails to remind you of your mom.

“Nothing.”

“Nothing? Nice try. Tell me, and I might probably help you with it.”

“I said it’s nothing. You’re too annoying.”

“Wow, okay. I get out of my way to ask how you are and you just call me annoying?”

“Because I’m not in the mood, and besides, it’s a ‘girl problem’ and you’re clearly a male, so you wouldn’t understand.”

“Just because I’m of different sex that doesn’t mean I’m not capable of—"

“Okay then. Tell me, do you bleed?”

Kun blinked. He then widened his eyes.

“O, so it’s menstruation…”

You roll your eyes at him, and he scratches the back of his neck before standing up and turning his back on you.

“I’ll just… get you some hot packs.”

You watch his figure go around the room in search for hot packs. You sighed once again, feeling bad for lying to him. But can you help it?

It’s his friend you’re having issues with.

Just because he’s really nice to you it doesn’t mean it’s okay to talk negatively about his friend.

It’s been just two days, but you’re already worried about your rejection of Xiaojun’s feelings.

You constantly remind yourself that his feelings shouldn’t be your responsibility, but you still can’t help but feel guilty about what you did.

Maybe you really were an asshole about it.

“Maybe I should apologize..?” you mumbled quietly to yourself.

“Apologize to what?” Kun asked, and it was then when you noticed him standing beside you, holding out a heated hot pack.

“It’s a who, and it’s you,” you lied casually once again.

“Why would you want to apologize to me?” he frowned, confused.

“Because I snapped at you earlier.”

“You always do. Why apologize now…”

***

The entire day, you just wanted the rest of your classes to end, and go straight to public speaking class. It’s been a long weekend, and you haven’t really had the chance to talk to your best friend Dahyun after the incident with Xiaojun in the café. She was flooded with deadlines that she had to finish, so you thought it’d just be better to talk about it today, in person.

You sat on your usual seat, growing impatient as time passed. Lecture Hall C was almost full, but Dahyun still hasn’t arrived yet.

‘Where is she? Is she going to stay in today?’

You took your eyes off the door and searched in the sea of heads in class. Maybe she’s already sitting somewhere..?

After a minute of searching, you finally found Dahyun’s head. She’s your bestfriend, of course you’d recognize it.

But your frown only got deeper when you saw her. It’s because today, she was sitting beside Xiaojun.

“What the hell?”

Why is she sitting there?

Since when did they start to get close?

As much as you’d want to know the answer to these questions, class has already started, and it’d cause a commotion if you were to go to where they’re currently sitting.

So you waited for the class to end. And when it did, the first thing that came to your mind was to approach Dahyun.

You struggled to put your things back in your bag before turning to look at them. But they were already gone.

So you’ve decided to sprint out of the room in hopes of catching up, only to find it meaningless when you already saw her at the other end of the field, with Xiaojun beside her.

They seem to be talking about something really seriously.

Just what in the hell are they talking about?

You’ve texted Dahyun later that night.

To: Dahyun

Why did you sit next to Xiaojun earlier?

You were relieved that she answered almost immediately.

Dahyun

Why? U jealous?

Damn it. You knew Dahyun was going to pull shit like this.

To: Dahyun

What the fuck lol. I was just asking okay, since you didn’t sit next to me and sat next to him out of all people

Dahyun

woah chill, don’t need to be so defensive

You emit an exasperated groan as you tossed your phone angrily to Kun’s bed. Kun had noticed this from the dining table, but didn’t mention it.

You were riled up, but for no apparent reason. And this took a solid minute to realize.

Why were you so irritated?

“I’m not. I’m just stressed, that was it…”

Kun watched you talk to yourself as you picked up your phone from his bed and then climbed in your own bed.

Women on their periods really are something.

***

The next day, you decided to preheat the fried chicken that you and Kun had last night for breakfast. As you were doing so, you heard a knock on your door.

“Who is it?” you had asked, turning the knob.

Only to reveal Xiaojun in sweats and a plain black sweatshirt. He was also holding a bouquet of (your favorite flower).

“What… what’s this?” you looked back at him, eyes wide in surprise. You definitely didn’t expect him to be here this early morning.

“I was told that this was your favorite flower?”

Ah.

So that was what yesterday was all about. Dahyun, that woman..!

“Yeah, and…?” “I just thought that it’d make your day.”

In all honesty, you were the one embarrassed for him. What’s with this cheesy gesture?

“I’m not taking it. Go home.”

And you shut the door on his face.

You stood there for a while with your back on the door, and sighed in relief when you heard his footsteps move away.

What the hell?

“What’s wrong with him?” you shook your head, and then resumed to put the cold chicken in the microwave.

You thought that was the end of it, but then, it wasn’t.

Later in class, you noticed that he kept glancing at your way. It wasn’t just your imagination, since Chaeyeon also noticed this and threw a fit, ultimately settling on glaring at you the second her eyes landed on your face.

“Look at what you’ve done,”you angrily whispered to Dahyun, who just gave a shit-eating grin.

You’ve told Dahyun what happened earlier, and she snorted, saying that Xiaojun had acted upon her orders. This lead to her spilling the beans about the conversations that she had with him yesterday, and the reason why she sat beside him.

They were talking about you.

Your favorite flowers, food, clothes, interest, everything that he could use to at least appeal to you. It’s because after hearing about the way you heartlessly turned him down in the café, Dahyun decided to help him.

“Well, what if you gave him a chance.”

“What if I don’t.” you glare at her, before sparing Xiaojun a glance. He wasn’t looking at you anymore, instead, he was talking to Chaeyeon who was now sitting beside him. You scoffed. She’s so possessive of him.

***

Thankfully, you haven’t encountered Xiaojun after class. You weren’t in the mood to go back to the café, nor go study in the library. You just wanted to be home.

But once you got in the room, your sight met Kun who was pacing back and forth with an anxious expression on his face. He felt your presence after a while, and it was then when he seized both of your shoulders. He looked troubled.

“(Y/n), you knew that Xiaojun—”

“Yeah, you two were clumsy at keeping secrets.”

Kun stared back at your taunting eyes, before sighing in defeat. How the hell did they let this slip?

He crossed his arms, and you took this as a cue to take off your shoes.

“So he finally told you huh.” You say as you set them down at the side of the doorway, before walking past him. Kun followed you closely behind.

“Yeah, and how you played him. You’re horrible.”

“Is that the reason why you’re waiting for me? To give me an earful?” you say as you went to open the fridge to get a pitcher of cold water.

“No. I’m here to give you this,” Kun had blocked your way, making you stop in your tracks.

He fished a small box from his pocket, and held it out in front of you.

“What’s…”

“Dejun told me to give this to you.”

Xiaojun?

“No, I don’t—”

“Please, accept it.” Kun cuts you off. You look at him and saw that his eyes were that of a sad doe’s.

“I know that you probably are annoyed with him now, but can you at least pretend to be okay with him? Just like before.”

You gave him a look, and this only made him want to explain even more.

“I don’t know what made you dislike him so much, but if you just give him a chance, he’d make you really happy. He’s soft-spoken, sensitive. I’m not saying this just because I’m his friend. I genuinely want the best for him because you don’t know how he put everyone else before himself everytime. Dejun is a good guy.”

“…I know. That’s why I don’t like him.”

Kun hadn’t expected you to give him a pained expression as you finally took the box and walked past him.

What was going on inside that pretty head of yours?

Kun initially thought that you would be pretty chill about Dejun’s confession, whenever the time came. Never did he think that you’d be pretty pissed about it.

While Kun was your friend, he was a friend of Dejun as well, even more so. It is only right for him to try to sort things out between the two of you, but if you really would be just an asshole to Dejun, then he’d probably won’t bite his tongue, and say that Dejun would be better off with a girl that wasn’t you.

Why was she even pissed at Dejun in the first place? Kun was left to wonder to himself.

***

“A necklace…” you murmured to yourself as you held the thin gold material in front of your face.

It was twelve midnight, but you couldn’t sleep. Maybe it was because you actually wanted to know what Xiaojun gave you.

And so once you sensed Kun in deep sleep, you brought out the small box from under your pillow and opened it.

It was a really pretty necklace. Very minimalistic, but classy enough. It was to your style.

You hated to admit it, but Xiaojun did a great job on finding one to your taste.

***

To say that Xiaojun was anxious would be an understatement.

Did Kun give it to her? Did she accept it, or throw it away? Did she hate it? Was she mad now?

Dahyun told him that you like simple things. He thought that the necklace that he got for you was okay-looking. Did you too?

Or maybe you’re really annoyed at him now. Well, he had a fair share of experiencing the receiving of unwanted gifts (from Chaeyeon), and he knows for a fact that it could be a bit bothersome. Okay, maybe now you hate him. Did he really think that gift-giving would be a good idea?! He was so goddamn stupid.

A lot of thoughts ran in his mind. He couldn’t focus on anything at all.

But he did regain his senses, however, when he arrived at the one and only class that the two of you shared. He looked around for you, with each passing time making his shoulders weigh.

“Hello loverboy,” Dahyun approaches him, and he felt his face grew hot at the comment.

“Waiting for Ms. Right?”

“Ah, yes…”he said meekly, looking behind Dahyun in hopes to see (Y/n), only to be disappointed.

“Why the long face?” Dahyun laughs. “She’s at the bathroom. She’ll be here in a second,”

Xiaojun couldn’t sit just yet. He wanted to see you. Say he’s sorry for bothering you with his gifts. Say he knew this probably wasn’t a good idea, but an uncomfortable one. Apologize—

“Dejuuuuun,”

Chaeyeon exclaimed in glee when she saw him first thing in class.

She ran to him, and then stood in his front. She fiddled with the hem of her skirt, as she felt her ears redden.

This was the first time she saw him near the door of the classroom.

“Were you waiting for me?”

Was this it? The day he finally recognizes his feelings for her? She didn’t expect it too be sooner!

Xiaojun was about to answer no, but then from the corner of his eye, he caught the sight of the person he was waiting for.

“(Y/n)!” he called out your name and went to block your path.

Chaeyeon was left dumbfounded. She turned and saw him smiling at you with a gaze she never knew existed.

‘This… this bitch!’

You blinked at Xiaojun.

“What?”

“You’re wearing it.”

Ah. He was talking about the necklace.

Your hand unconsciously touched that thing that was holding on to your neck.

“Yeah. I liked it,”you gave him a small smile. “Now if you’d excuse me.”

You then walked past him and then Chaeyeon, unto your usual seat beside your bestfriend.

Chaeyeon was fuming. What the hell? Did Dejun give that necklace to her? To that woman, who was probably no one? Chaeyeon never got anything from Dejun, yet she was the one who spent the most time in appealing to him! Why did that woman get her necklace!?

She felt her blood boil. That (Y/n) really is fucking irritating!

You knew someone was burning holes at the back of your head. You can’t say that you weren’t satisfied at Chaeyeon’s anger, but you weren’t particularly happy either.

As usual, Xiaojun was there to guilt-trip you. The way his eyes visibly shone when his eyes met yours, and how he gave you a boyish grin. Was he really that happy on seeing you wear something that he gave?

People who’re smitten really are weird.

You thought that if it’d be like this every day, then maybe you wouldn’t mind the first few weeks at all.

Or so you thought.

***

“Wake up. Wake up.”

You stirred in your sleep. You were sure that you were about to slip back to dreamland, but the person shaking your form didn’t stop. You snapped open your eyes to glare at Kun.

“What?” you hissed at him.

As he scrambled for his phone, you took yours and saw that it was just two am.

“What the fuck?” you angrily snapped at him for ruining your sleep. And here you thought you’d get your longest sleep since weeks!

“You have to see this.”

Kun showed you his phone. The sudden bright light startled you for a bit, but after a while, your eyes had adjusted to see your school’s anonymous inquiries from the website.

And then you saw your photo. While at first it seemed to be a harmless one since it was just you and your professor talking in the parking lot, the message begged to differ.

‘The student that professor Kim was seeing is (Y/n) from his biology class. I saw them earlier sneaking out. Can you believe it?’

You suddenly couldn’t breathe.

You snatched the phone from Kun’s hands, and scrolled for the comments.

‘What the?’

‘So that’s the girl’

‘She’s my classmate from public speaking class’

‘The discreet ones were always the sluttiest.’

‘What the fuck lol they should fire him and kick her out’

‘This isn’t right’

‘Maybe that’s why she’s doing good in his classes. Damn’

“This isn’t true.” You turned to Kun. “You know this. I’m sleeping. I never got up until you woke me up.”

“I know.” Kun nodded. “I was awake throughout because I’m reviewing for our exams. I’d know if you snuck out last night.”

Even just for a little bit, you were relieved. Kun believes you.

But then, the dread didn’t disappear.

Professor Kim was rumored to be going out with a student for quite sometime now. Everyone knows that it’s forbidden for professors to have a relationship with their students, but since he was an excellent teacher, the university didn’t fire him just yet, not until there was evidence. But now there this is.

But the problem was, you’d also be kicked out.

“I can’t afford to be expelled,” tears started to form in your eyes. “I need to finish college,”

It would be the end of you if you were to be kicked out. You’re one step closer to having a good job for a good life, you worked so hard for a scholarship since you don’t have the money for college.

While it was also equally damning, it didn’t matter what others thought of you at the moment. What matters most is your scholarship.

“We need to talk to the dean later.”

“Oh, they would talk to me,” you choked out, as the tears started to fall.

“I’d be the witness.” Kun’s arms wrapped around your frame, and at this, you started to sob.

“Don’t cry.” Kun murmurs to your hair as his hand made soothing circles on your back.

“You don’t have to worry. And we have a camera here, remember? I installed one. We’ll show the surveillance clips. All of them. You won’t get expelled.”

Kun was so warm. His voice and his embrace, you were safe at that moment. Like always, you trusted him.

He really was good at being a psych major.

***

Everyone didn’t expect what happened in public speaking class later that afternoon.

Xiaojun had looked around expectantly for (Y/n), but to no avail. Was she sick?

“Dejun, what are you thinking of?”

He snapped out of his reverie and looked at the person sitting beside him.

“Oh, Chaeyeon.” He forced a chuckle. “Sorry, I was looking for someone.”

At this, she frowned. It was after a second when she spoke again. “Is it (Y/n)?”

At the mention of her name, Xiaojun’s chest tightened.

“W-well… yeah. But it seems like she’s absent.”

Chaeyeon rolled her eyes. “Well, yeah, and probably will be forever.”

Xiaojun frowned at her words. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, get used to it.” She said irritably. “You won’t be looking for her everyday for the rest of your life, would you?”

Xiaojun looked down. Well, she was probably right. But still, he couldn’t lose hope.

“You!”

Attention was drawn from the professor and to the late-comer who shouted from the door.

It was Dahyun.

She went nearer to where Xiaojun was sitting, with a terrifying expression on her face.

“You were the one who posted that picture!”she shouts as she pointed at Chaeyeon.

What picture? Xiaojun frowns.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Chaeyeon said coolly, which seemed to struck a chord in Dahyun, as she apparently grew angrier than ever.

She went in to physically attack Chaeyeon, but thankfully Xiaojun was in between them, and so he held Dahyun.

“You spread the rumor about (Y/n)!” Dahyun accused. “Are you happy? Now that she’s in trouble?!

“Everybody, this girl is a liar! Whatever you read about (Y/n) is not true, and was just made up bullshit. This bitch wanted to slander her!”

“And what proof do you have?”Chaeyeon finally stood up, levelling her eyes to hers.

“Ms. Kim, calm down!” The professor shouted from the front, but Dahyun didn’t give two shits.

“We all know that you hated (Y/n) from the very start! You fucking psycho! Evil bitch!”

As Dahyun struggled to get out of Xiaojun’s grip, another three students gathered to help him hold her away from Chaeyeon.

“Let go of me!” Dahyun sobbed. “You bitch, were you not happy about the things you already did to her?! You stoop lower for spreading rumors that could damage her and her image! Evil bitch! Maybe that’s why Xiaojun likes her better than you!”

“What did you say?!” Chaeyeon finally lost her cool and went to attack her, but another group of students went and held her.

“The two of you! Come with me!” The professor now arrived in between the two of them and growled.

***

Three days later, the commotion about your alleged ‘scandal’ eased down. Professor Kim was droved out, but you weren’t, as it was proved to be not you who he was seeing. After Kun’s testimony and the camera’s footages, it was proven that somebody had just spread a rumor about you, whose identity was yet to be discovered. The recent events make you just want to rest, good thing the weekend existed.

But rest isn’t forever, and now you’re going to attend classes.

While you still weren’t okay, you weren’t going to waste away the opportunity the university has given you. You’re still going to do well, and prove that you were a just student.

You were relieved after hearing Chaeyeon got suspended for two weeks after picking a fight with Dahyun, but that also meant that your bestfriend was suspended too.

You sighed. This all happened because of Chaeyeon.

She really was batshit crazy. To be that mentally not okay to stoop that low as to take a picture where you and your professor met by chance and label it as “secret lovers sneaking out” for slander.

You were no fool. You knew it was Chaeyeon’s doing, who else would it be?

You entered and had class at Lecture Hall C that afternoon, and your classmates’ looks didn’t go unnoticed. They were either pitying you, or mocking you. While they didn’t vocalize it, you were still the talk of the university.

This humiliation.

Do you really deserve this?

“(Y/n)…?”

You looked up, and saw Xiaojun’s inquiring face.

Everyone was preparing to head out now. Time really flew fast, you hadn’t noticed class had ended as you spaced out.

Xiaojun…

He was giving you a look of pity. Was it the reason why he came up to talk to you?

No. You don’t deserve this humiliation.

You spontaneously grabbed his hand after slinging your backpack onto your shoulder, and headed out with him in tow.

“Where are we going?” he frowned, confused, but you didn’t answer him. Instead, you walked faster, so his legs moved to keep up with your pace.

As you two moved further from the university’s second building, he saw that the two of you were nearing your dorm.

“What…?”

When the two of you finally climbed up to your floor and are now in front of your dorm room, you let go of his hand and fumbled for your room keys in your pocket.

Xiaojun was really confused. He has no idea what he was doing here. Kun didn’t even message him to come over.

He was once again caught off-guard when you reached for his arm and forcibly pulled him inside.

“What are we doing here?” Xiaojun asked, and once again, you didn’t answer and just turned to lock the door behind you. He looked around the room, and Kun was nowhere to be found. So it was obvious that he wasn’t a visitor of his friend.

“(Y/n)—”

He was cut off short when he was pulled down by the collar for his lips to collide with yours.

Xiaojun’s eyes were swirling in an endless array of emotion. He was surprised and confused, but that didn’t mean that his eyes weren’t also clouded with an emotion familiar to him, an emotion which he tried so hard not to explore.

Mouths worked together like clockwork, pausing only briefly as tongues raced out to meet. He was vaguely aware of the soft noises that were leaving his throat. This somehow struck something in you, for you didn’t stop with your ministrations as you slowly but carefully pushed the man behind him. The both of you were sinking quickly, heavily, into a world that was both familiar and utterly foreign.

You pulled away and gasped for air exactly when you made Xiaojun sit on the sofa, with you seated on his lap, and Xiaojun seemed to be breathing heavily as well. He looked at you with lidded eyes, red tinting his pale ears and cheeks.

“You wanted this, didn’t you?”

“N-No, I—”

“Don’t fucking lie to me.” You hissed at him as you rocked your hips, feeling the friction down there from his erection. He flinched.

“You followed me around, trying so hard for me to like you.”

Xiaojun suppressed a moan when you moved your mouth to other parts of him, trailing down his neck and nipping at his tender skin. Your hands moved against his chest under his shirt, tracing the faint toned muscle he formed from moderate exercise.

He wasn’t bound, but his hands didn’t made any efforts of stopping you, opting instead to rest on your hips, holding you in place. You scoffed.

“You’re so fucking pathetic. This was supposed to be your job, yet here you are, letting me do it.”

He wasn’t even given a chance to speak as your mouth searched his again, and your fingers pinched his erect nipples from beneath. His mind was hazy, rendering him the ability to comprehend words. He could only think of how your tongue moved against his, and how ticklish you made him feel from under his shirt.

You felt his hand start to crawl inside your shirt, and you frowned in dismay. You bit his lip, before pulling away and slapping his hands. He pulled them away and to himself in shock.

“Just what in the world are you doing?”

“I was just—”

“I didn’t give you permission to do so.”

Your cold demeanor honestly sent a chill down his spine. He looked down, afraid to meet your eyes.

“I’m sorry.”

“You’re sorry?” You laughed.

“Come to think of it, this is all your fucking fault.”

What was? He wasn’t quite sure, but he was convinced that whatever it is, it was his fault, and he needed to repent.

“I’m sorry.” he says once again.

You stare down at him.

You were really angry. All the pent up frustration you had, whether it related to him or not, it was all bursting out, and you just wanted someone or something to direct it to. And here he was.

Here his gullible and dewy-eyed self was.

You held his face with your hand and forced him to look at your eyes.

You gave him a wet kiss on the lips, before going down and undoing his belt.

At this, he widened his eyes and held your hands.

“Don’t..!”

“What?” you groaned at him.

“I just…”

“You don’t want it?”

“It’s not that I don’t want it… it’s just… do you really want to do this? Because I don’t want you doing something you don’t want.”

You narrowed your eyes at him. He gulped. Your inspecting stare seemed to scan him as if you could see his soul.

“You’re so annoying.” you say flatly, before finally unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning his jeans.

!!!!!!!CAUTION: EXPLICIT SCENE AHEAD, WITH SUB XIAOJUN. IF YOU ARE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH SUCH THEMES, SKIP TO THE NEXT CHAPTER. !!!!!!!!!!!

His stiff member strained against his boxers, the outline of his shaft prominent against the fabric.

Xiaojun’s breathing hitched when you slowly dragged your nails along the skin of his abdomen, teasingly close to his crotch and his cock twitched in response. You finally hooked your fingers under the waistband of his boxers and tugged them down enough to set free his member, letting it flop heavily against his belly with a slap.

You didn’t expect his to be thick and plump. The soft pink tip was already forming beads of precum, and this made your mouth water. You wanted to taste him.

You gripped his length, tongue flat as you moved forward, smearing Xiaojun’s precum on your tongue. Tasting the salty slit, you cast your eyes up to meet his gaze. He was panting, and he looked so helpless. At the sight, you couldn’t help but be encouraged.

You held his cock up, licking from base to tip, getting his cock nice and wet. His mouth hung open as your lips wrapped around the tip, your tongue sharp as you swiped across the head of his cock, making Xiaojun squirm.

“(Y/n).” he groans out.

You smirked around him, before you took him deeper and deeper, slowly beginning to bob your head.

You worked what you couldn’t fit into your hands, twisting and jerking his cock as you sucked, your tongue switching between licking at the vein on the underside of his shaft and playing with his tip.

Xiaojun drinks in the sight of you hallowing your cheeks and sucking him faster. He was feeling dizzy, intoxicated at the way you make him feel. While he wasn’t new to porn and sexual activities in general, this was his first time getting head. The sensation that he got from you was beyond comprehension. While the way you suck him hard was hard, the cherry on top would be you placing a kiss on every inch of his cock. Weirdly enough, he felt like you took care of him in some way, like you actually reciprocate his feelings.

Xiaojun couldn’t bear it any longer. His moans and grunting got louder, and you look up to saw him a panting mess. You smiled, releasing him from your mouth, but continued to lick along the shaft.

“Are you coming?” you asked him in a sweet tone, which sent shivers down his spine.

“Yes…”

“Would you like me to help you, or would you like to do it yourself?”

At the question, he turned even redder, and you felt his strained cock twitch against your tongue.

“Help me…”He said in a hushed tone.

“What? I can’t hear you.” You say as you timed it with a pump to his shaft.

“Help me,” he said meekly, but louder than the last time. You smile.

“But you need to do something afterwards. Would you do anything?”

“Yes!” he said with much more conviction, and you couldn’t help but be amused at his impatience.

Xiaojun saw you glower at him before enveloping his cock with your mouth, all the way. He was shaking, close to orgasming. The sucking increased and he had to grab on the couch as you did what you just had to do to get him bucking his hips. You pushed him over the edge once you buried his cock all the way to your throat, nose buried to the hair on his base.

He finally shoots his load in the cave of your mouth, down to your throat. The warm liquid was a shock to your senses, and tears prickled your eyes. You released his shaft with a loud ‘pop’ and you looked up at him, with his cum in your mouth.

Xiaojun looks down at you, and couldn’t help but feel his heart flutter dangerously.

You were both not in an appropriate scenario for him to think of this, but at the moment, he thought you were ethereal. The way you looked at him with those pair of lidded eyes, and hair clinging to your wet skin, sweat hanging at the end of your lashes— was it even possible to stop himself from falling deeper into your hole?

You climbed up once again to his lap and crashed your mouth to his. He widened his eyes, but you were forceful. You cupped his face and forced his mouth open, and your tongue assisted. You two exchanged a sensual kiss, with you transferring the remaining cum from your mouth to his mouth.

“You said you’d do anything once I help you.” You breathed, then kissed his cheek before leaning to his ear.

“Drink it. Drink your own cum.”

Xiaojun thought it was disgusting--maybe even humiliating. Never would he have imagined that he would one day taste himself, but he remembered the promise he made with you earlier. If he didn’t gulp it down, you’d be mad. You might never want to see him ever again. The thought disturbed him, and so he gulped down the thick, salty substance.

Since you had placed a hand lightly on his bobbing Adam’s apple, you knew right away when he did. At this, you smiled.

“Good boy.”

You then gave him a kiss on the lips once again, before you put your forehead on to his, and stared at the chestnut pools of his eyes.

He was lost in yours, but you, on the other hand, found yourself in his.

Xiaojun was perfect. Vulnerable, pure, and non-domineering. Like an angel. While he probably doesn’t deserve the thoughts of him that you were currently having, there was no other way.

You need to get your revenge. And to whom would it be great to get it from?

“It could only be you.” You whispered to him, before kissing him full on the lips.

Part 4 ->

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prodeux101 · 3 years ago

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네이버NOW®

tune in for another thrilling episode of naver’s NOW tonight at 8pm kst! tonight’s guest is none other than a known personality among the media—from influential figures like politicians, actors, musicians and tapping into the idol industry’s pool of talents with her knack for productions, here’s song sumin from dual productions!

이제 막 시작했어요! 8시에 시작해요! #네이버NOW

HIGHLIGHTS OF TONIGHT’S TALK

host: now that we’ve covered the ice breakers and introduced you to the listeners, let’s delve into something deeper. you’ve been in the scene for around.. 6-7 years, right?

sumin: that’s right, yes. i started in 2014. (nods)

host: was it difficult at the beginning? or did you already know people in the industry before then?

sumin: there were internships and i applied to the companies i liked and thought i could flourish in. i had a few setbacks but i eventually landed a spot in dual and worked my way up.

host: you certainly went up, up, up with that. look at you. you could be the face of dual at this point. (the screen flashes images of sumin representing the company in several events like movie premieres and product launches)

sumin: that’s too much. hah, hello to our boss! director kangmin! (waves at a camera on the left but the host then guides her on which camera to look at) thank you for letting me go on this show. i am grateful. i won’t let you down.

host: thank you so much, kangmin-nim. (slow claps) wah, we have to send him a gift basket for letting us kidnap your most precious employee. (does a full 90-degree bow while the staff members can be heard chuckling)

host: you have a long list of powerful people linked to your name. one of which is son jihye. world-class prima ballerina. ah.. you two even had a photoshoot once a year ago. you seem to be the best of friends. (screen shows a-cuts of the photoshoot held in the past) how did that shoot feel like?

sumin: it was just like this-

host: like this?

sumin: it’s a bit nerve-wracking for me. i’m so used to being behind the cameras that it’s more comfortable. being on the spotlight takes some getting used to. but for that shoot, jihye helped in making me comfortable.

host: it looked so good. i hope you get more opportunities for shoots like this. (shows a copy of the magazine and flips it right to the centerpage so that the camera can focus on the couple shots widespread and collated on different pages) there’s people you’ve worked with and some people you know around the industry. care to name five people you know but not a lot probably do? unexpected names, perhaps?

sumin: ah- okay. hm. jennie! from gentle monster and nieeh.. we’ve known each other for a long time. we sometimes travel too! our last trip was last year, we went to europe. second one would be- ah, have you heard of.. kim hanbin?

host: jennie, wow.. big name in the fashion in dustry. (makes a count using their fingers) ah, BØRNH8R hanbin?! or is this a different hanbin. the idol? or..

sumin: yes! him! we’ve only been introduced to each other recently. he’s a chill guy, definitely worth all the praise. we meet similar faces and we bump into each other so it was easy to befriend..

host: alright, that’s two! (waves the hand for the count)

sumin: hmmm..

host: you don’t have to explain, it’s alright. (studio plays a sound that counts down to playfull rush sumin into naming names) three more.

sumin: miya, jung soojung from mbc, bang jisoo, haru, and.. and.. sehun of exo! (hastily mentions each name, unconsciously oversharing due to the rush)

host: (claps as the staff gives a round of applause too when sumin raps out the names so fast) wow.. (two thumbs up) she even named seven, wow..

host: with all that we’ve discussed today. you’ve accomplished so much. what’s next for song sumin?

sumin: i have a non-disclosure agreement so i can’t really divulge much of the information-

host: (laughs) she’s so professional, we can’t catch gossip here.

sumin: if you wanted gossip, you should have invited me for the saturday show! (refers to another show on the platform that airs every saturday, with topics usually circulating on show business and the latest local and international celebrity news of the week)

host: (laughs even harder)

sumin: but i can tell you one thing! there’s at least three more big events for our company this year.

host: she says one thing then claims there’s three.. (laughs) that’s more than enough information. thank you. i think the listeners and viewers are bound to get excited because dual hosts some of the most buzz-worthy occasions so let’s all look forward to them!

host: we’ve received a lot of callers tonight. a lot of fans.

sumin: thank you! i didn’t expect them to really call.. i told my friends about this but it’s a tuesday so i really didn’t expect them to make time. i’m touched.

host: your friends are so supportive, really.. i think one of them even sent flowers to the studio. it’s- (staff shows the flowers) there! wah.. such good friends. you can thank them on air, if you want.

sumin: (hesitantly looks for the camera then flashes a grin) taro-yah! sehunnie.. soojung. haru! nao bb. rj my #1 ig stories supporter!! (pauses briefly, thinking hard before smiling) chaeyeon.. (the camera focuses on her faces as she does a cheeky finger heart) thank you.. if i forgot anyone, please don’t kill me..

host: yes, please don’t attack her. we’re all overwhelmed by the greetings. thank you so much for watching the show. ah, wait-

host: there are a lot questions here on the page now.. it’s filling up the page, honestly. A LOT. someone’s even spamming your name here and there’s another asking for your number.. isn’t this a virus already?!

staff: (laughter)

host: no, seriously! look at this guy! (shows the screen of the tablet they were holding and lets the camera zoom in on the pinned comment that says: ‘hand in marriage, song sumin’)

sumin: (scrolls through the comments, smiling at each one as she reads some of the funniest)

host: that’s enough, guys. the list is refreshing too fast, she can’t even read the long, moving ones..

staff: (points out that the comment section then buffers and moves faster this time)

sumin: (talks to the host, smiling as she points out particular portions on the comment section)

host: ah, here’s one of the notable comments! it seems to be from someone you know! (reads)

As expected of Song Sumin, you did great! It was fun listening to your radio show appearance! Will we get to see more? I'm looking forward to it, main girl! ㅋㅋㅋ

sumin: that’s my friend. yuko eonnie, hi!! (waves enthusiastically while reading the rest of the comment section)

host: i give up! i might as well send love calls to our guest. the viewer numbers are pretty high, i think? based on the livestream, according to pd-nim. it’s high, right?

pd: (with the face obscured from the camera’s view, a thumbs up could be seen as the camera focuses on a dark part at the back of the studio)

additional gift for tonight’s listeners:

comment down below or send in your favorite parts of tonight’s segment and you might just win a polaroid picture of our host and tonight’s special guest! deadline is on september 1, 1:00pm kst. send in as many answers as you want. six winners will be chosen via electronic raffle! write your answers NOW! ^^

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credit for image on the gif’s background: red light - diaz tech credit for sumin’s gifs (seulgi) (which mun didn’t get to use however we are crediting anyway): @hi_ccheese & @DAY_One210 + ksg fansites (i forgot) (i’m sorry) (forgive me)

#naver logs #bio #song of songs

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girls-scenarios · 4 years ago

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Maybe It’s Not So Bad

Idols: Minju and Yujin (IZ*ONE)

Prompt: Kim Minju, the princess of the drama club and the most beautiful girl Yujin had ever laid eyes on, was standing in her living room. Could this get any worse?

Writer: Admin Kiwi

A/N: This was my fic for the Girl Crush Fic Exchange, you can also find it over on AO3 if you’d like to read it there!

For parents, Chaeyeon and Sakura were usually pretty cool. Not only were they famous enough that the kids at school always asked Yujin about them, but they were also funny and laid back. They always supported Yujin and her younger sister Wonyoung, from letting them participate in all the teams and clubs they wanted to buying them the latest fashions to letting them know that they could talk to them about anything. When her friends complained about their parents not letting them go to parties or not understanding them, Yujin could never relate because she had a close relationship with her moms. Chaeyeon and Sakura encouraged her to live her youth to the fullest and let her be very open with them about her thoughts and feelings. So yeah, Yujin thought they were usually pretty cool.

Usually.

Yujin loved her moms, she really did. But she didn’t understand why they were so embarrassing. They were always so lovey-dovey and loud in public, they said weird and embarrassing things in front of her friends, and worst of all, even though they encouraged her to be a normal teen, they still treated her like a kid sometimes.

Now was one of those times.

Staying home alone over the weekend was a like rite of passage for normal teenagers (at least, that’s what the dramas on TV made it seem like), so when Chaeyeon and Sakura told both their daughters over dinner that the two of them would be going to a resort over the weekend for their anniversary, Yujin was immediately excited. It wasn’t like she was going to throw a big party or anything-she wasn’t brave enough to trash the place-but she had imagined inviting her friends to sleep over and play video games and eat junk food late into the night without anyone to tell her not to. She had imagined having one of the best nights of her life doing whatever she wanted to do with her friends and was already planning who to invite over and what takeout to order as they spoke.

And then her moms had crushed her hopes and dreams for the perfect weekend.

“A babysitter?” Yujin stood from her seat, her eyes narrowed and her hands planted firmly on the table as she stared at her moms, her mouth hanging slightly open in disbelief. “You got us a babysitter? I’m a junior in high school and I’ll be a senior in a few months, I don’t need a babysitter!”

“I wouldn’t call her a babysitter, although I’m sure she’s done that before too,” Chaeyeon said calmly, as if her two daughters weren’t so mortified they were about to melt into the floor. “She’s the daughter of a family friend and we’re just asking her to come over while we’re gone.”

“That’s the same thing as a babysitter,” Wonyoung complained, putting down her chopsticks and frowning. “Why do we need someone to stay with us? We’re home alone while you two are at work all the time.”

“This is different.”

“How?” Yujin demanded, crossing her arms.

“For starters, neither of you have ever spent the night alone without a parent or adult in the house,” Sakura said, glancing over at her wife before fixing her daughters with a small amused smile. “Second, if we left you alone, who would cook all the meals? I don’t want to come back to a destroyed kitchen.”

Yujin huffed, knowing that she had a point but not wanting to admit it. She was a danger in the kitchen and all Wonyoung knew how to cook was instant noodles, because Chaeyeon and Sakura loved cooking and were always the ones to do it. Still, she wasn’t about to back down. “We could just order takeout.”

“For breakfast, lunch, and dinner two days in a row?” Chaeyeon raised her eyebrows, then sighed and leaned forward, clasping her hands together. “Listen girls, you’re both great and we trust you not to throw any crazy parties or do anything bad. But trusting the two of you to cook, clean, and not mess anything up while we’re gone is another story. We just feel safer having someone else here to make sure the two of you don’t blow the house up on accident.”

“How would we blow up the house? We aren’t that stupid,” Yujin said, to which Sakura laughed.

“Yujin, you almost microwaved a spoon just last week.”

Blushing, the oldest daughter huffed and slumped back down into her chair, fuming internally and glaring down at the plate in front of her. She couldn’t believe this was happening to her.

“How old is the babysitter?” Wonyoung asked, a pout evident on her lips even as she apparently accepted the situation. Yujin’s frown deepened. Of course it was easier for her to accept, she was only in middle school so it wasn’t as embarrassing for her.

“She’s eighteen.”

“So she’s barely older than me!” Yujin threw up her hands in frustration. “This is dumb!”

“Yujin.” Chaeyeon fixed her daughter with a cool look, causing her to freeze. Her mom only used that look when she was dead serious. “We have already made up our mind. Nothing you do is going to make us think any differently. Now, please sit up straight and finish your food before it gets cold. We can talk more about this when you calm down.”

Grumbling, Yujin sat up in her chair and picked up her chopsticks. She couldn’t believe this was happening. This was a new level of embarrassment, even for her moms, and she could only hope that the “babysitter” was someone she didn’t know. Otherwise, she would have to immigrate and change her name to avoid the embarrassment of people at school finding out that her moms got her a babysitter at seventeen years old.

Later that night, after fuming in the shower, Yujin wandered into Wonyoung’s bedroom and flopped down face-first onto her younger sister’s big pink bed. Annoyed, the younger girl kicked at her shoulder, peering at her over her phone and letting out a whine when she saw her.

“Your hair is still wet, you’re going to get my blankets wet!”

“Shut up,” Yujin grumbled, her voice muffled by the blankets as she swatted her sister’s foot away. “We have a bigger problem on our hands than your blankets getting wet.”

“Huh?”

“Did you really forget that our moms are getting us a babysitter this weekend?”

“Oh, right.” Wonyoung frowned slightly and put her phone down, leaning back against her bed frame and picking up her fluffy pillow to hug it to her chest with a sigh. “I mean, you heard them, it’s not like we can do anything to change their mind.”

Yujin rolled over and stretched out her arms beside her, pouting up at the ceiling. “I can’t believe this is happening right now. They should have at least let me plead my case.”

“You can’t cook or clean and you almost blew up the microwave,” the younger girl pointed out, “you wouldn’t have been able to say anything.”

Yujin turned to frown at her. “Okay, sure, but do you really want to have a babysitter at your age? What if your friends find out?”

Wonyoung thought for a moment, pressing her lips together. “I mean, it’s kind of embarrassing,” she admitted, “but I would have had you telling me what to do anyway. Plus, I don’t think my friends are the type of people to make fun of me for it.”

“It’s not my friends I’m worried about. What if the babysitter girl is mean and tells the whole school she was hired to babysit me even though she’s only, like, a year older than me?” Just the idea was enough to make Yujin groan and cover her face. “I’d actually die!”

“You’re so dramatic,” her sister complained, then sighed again. “But I do hope she’s nice. I’d rather stay home without a babysitter, but it would be awful if she was strict and actually treated us like we’re kids.”

“I won’t listen to her even if she is strict.” Yujin rolled her eyes. “She’s only a year older than me, that’s dumb.”

“You’re dumb,” Wonyoung replied, picking back up her phone. “I’m not going to do anything that will get me in trouble. It’s not like being rude will change anything, you might as well accept it.”

“Wow, I can’t believe you’re siding with our moms over this.” Yujin sat up and huffed dramatically as she flipped her still-wet hair over her shoulder, splattering her sister with water and making her gasp. “I’ve lost my only comrade.”

“Yujin! Now everything is wet!” Wonyoung’s eyes flashed as she picked up the pillow next to her and the older girl screamed, jumping off the bed and making a run for the safety of her room as her sister chased after her, yelling something about her being annoying.

The pillow hit her door as she slammed it closed behind her and she could hear Chaeyeon call up the stairs for her not to slam things, but she just stuck out her tongue at the door, feeling uncharacteristically rebellious. Maybe it was because she was upset that her moms were treating her like a kid or maybe it was because she was hurt by their lack of trust. Whatever it was, it made her stomp over to her bed, grumbling under her breath about stupid parents and rules as she pulled out her phone to distract herself with dance videos, wishing, for once, that the weekend would never come.

Usually, Friday would find Yujin rushing home after dance practice, excited to stay up late watching dramas and playing video games with her sister. But today Yujin’s feet dragged underneath her and she stared down at the sidewalk, kicking at the small pebbles and leaves in her way as she headed home. Wonyoung walked just as slowly beside her, her hands shoved into the pockets of her hoodie and her lips curved down into a pout.

“Do you think the babysitter is already there?” Wonyoung asked, her shoulder bumping against Yujin’s as she avoided a crack in the sidewalk.

“I don’t know. I hope not. I hope she never shows up.” The older girl frowned and kicked the pinecone in her path extra hard, sending it skittering down the road. “We don’t have to stay with the babysitter, right?”

Wonyoung blinked and looked over at her. “What do you mean?”

“Think about it. There should be no reason that we have to stay home on Saturday. We should be able to go out with our friends, right? So we don’t have to see the babysitter until that night.”

“My friends did ask me if I wanted to hang out this weekend.” The younger sister perked up. “It should be okay, right? I mean, they let us go out on the weekends all the time.”

“That’s what I’m saying. They can’t make us stay with her all day.” As the two of them approached their house, Yujin stopped and reached out to grab her sister’s arm. “You aren’t going to abandon me with the babysitter, right?”

“Why would I abandon you?”

“I’m just making sure. When we were little you would always make me look bad in front of the babysitters too.”

“That was forever ago!” When Wonyoung saw that Yujin was serious, she sighed. “I won’t, I promise.”

“Pinky promise?”

“Pinky promise.” The younger sister reached out to curl their fingers together for a brief moment before breaking from her sister’s grasp. “Come on, let’s go inside now. Otherwise our moms are going to get onto us for being late.” She led the way up the stairs to the door and Yujin reluctantly followed with a huff, her eyebrows furrowed as she went through all of her complaints in her head.

Only for them to die on her lips when she stepped inside and saw the girl standing next to her moms.

Oh god. Kim Minju, the princess of the drama club and the most beautiful girl Yujin had ever laid eyes on, was standing in her living room. Her mouth went dry as she froze at the door, clutching her bag in her hands even as Wonyoung kicked off her shoes and cautiously walked inside, letting her bag fall off her shoulders.

“Come inside, Yujin,” Chaeyeon called, and Yujin swallowed as Minju turned to look at her with a small smile. The older girl waved and Yujin hesitantly waved back before quickly taking off her shoes, her head spinning. Was this really happening? “Girls,” Chaeyeon said as Yujin shakily approached, “this is Minju. You remember our friend Eunbi, right? This is her and Hyewon’s daughter. She’ll be staying here for the weekend to help you guys with food and cleaning. Please make her feel at home.”

“R-right,” Yujin stuttered, her rebellious phase disappearing as soon as it had appeared as she tried to come to terms with what was happening. Minju, the girl Yujin had been crushing on for years, was her babysitter. Could this get any worse? A giggle from Wonyoung reminded her that it could, in fact, get worse and she tried to force herself to get it together. She couldn’t make a fool of herself in front of Minju, even if her parents had already embarrassed her. So she flashed her signature cool smile and greeted the other girl. “Hey, I’m Yujin.”

“I know,” Minju said, making Yujin short circuit, blinking at her.

“Huh?”

The older girl laughed, but there was nothing mean about it. “I know who you are. You’re on the dance team at school. You guys are incredible, I come to watch every performance!”

“Really?” Well, so much for getting herself together. Yujin felt as if she were floating, or maybe swimming, through the air, the oxygen escaping her lungs as her heart pounded in her ears. Was this the gay panic she’d heard so much about? Her thoughts were scrambled, but she managed to force out a reply that didn’t make her look like a total dork. “Thanks! You know, I watch all of the drama club’s productions. You’re a really great actress!”

“Thank you, I’m flattered to hear that you think so.” The other girl smiled, sweet and shy, tucking a strand of her long brown hair behind her ear, and Yujin could feel herself blushing as her moms looked between the two of them.

“Oh, you two know each other?” Sakura beamed and clasped her hands together. “That’s great! I hope you all have lots of fun together while we’re away.”

“Not too much fun, if you know what I mean,” Chaeyeon said with a wink, making both of her daughters groan.

“Mom you’re so embarrassing,” Wonyoung complained, crossing her arms as Yujin stared down at the floor, letting her hair fall into her face and wishing it could hide her from the world. Why was this happening to her? She didn't think Minju was a bad person, but what if she told her friends? She’d never hear the end of it. Just the thought mortified her to her core and she swallowed, wiping her sweaty palms on her jeans. Maybe she could bribe her not to tell or something….

“We already went over all the rules,” Chaeyeon said, handing a notepad to Minju. “The fridge and pantry are fully stocked and you can make anything you want. If you want to get a snack or drink for yourself that’s okay. The spare bedroom is all yours while you’re staying here, everything has been cleaned and set up for you so make yourself at home.” She turned her eyes to her daughters and fixed them with a stern stare that made them both stand up a little bit straighter. “Girls, make sure you’re nice to Minju, I know you’re both getting older but you still have to listen to her if she asks the two of you to do something. Is that understood?”

“Yes, ma’am,” both girls responded in unison, and when Yujin glanced over to her side, she saw Minju stifle a laugh. Was that a good or bad sign? She really didn’t know.

“We’ll be back on Sunday morning. Don’t burn anything down until then.” Sakura stepped forward to give both of her daughters a hug, followed closely by Chaeyeon. At first, Yujin was stiff, but she hugged back reluctantly. Was it normal for teenagers to hug their moms? She really didn’t want to embarrass herself any more than her moms already had.

“We love you girls,” Chaeyeon said as she picked up the last of her bags, blowing them exaggerated kisses. Sakura laughed and followed suit, and this time, Minju did let out a little giggle.

“We love you too,” Wonyoung replied, and Yujin waved with the most genuine smile she could muster.

“Have a good trip!”

After a bit more cooing from Sakura, their moms were off, waving as they drove away. For a moment, an awkward silence fell over the room and Yujin worried at her bottom lip as she slowly let her hand fall to her side, watching her mom's car until it disappeared around the corner. This was really happening, and she had never once in her life been shy, but she had no idea what to say or do, just standing frozen in front of the window, too nervous to turn and look at the beautiful girl standing beside her.

Thankfully, Wonyoung cleared her throat, interrupting the awkward atmosphere and making both of the older girls turn to look at her “So, uh, what should we do for dinner?” The youngest asked, glancing at her older sister. There was the hint of a teasing smile on her lips, and Yujin narrowed her eyes as if to tell her sister not to say a word. Beside her, Minju (thankfully oblivious to the silent battle between sisters) checked her watch.

“What are you guys in the mood for?” She asked, “I can make just about anything as long as I have the ingredients.” She smiled that same shy smile as she shrugged her shoulders. “I might not be as good as your moms, but I’ll try!”

Wonyoung’s grin grew as she gestured to her sister, turning Minju’s attention to her. “I don’t know, what are you in the mood for, Yujin?”

She was going to kill her sister if she didn’t die from embarrassment first. The older girl turned her pretty smile to face Yujin, her eyebrows raised slightly, waiting for an answer, and the younger girl faltered for a moment before her dumb gay brain started to work enough for her to form sentences again.

“Um, I’m really okay with anything,” she forced out, and Minju let out a small giggle, making Yujin wonder if she was nervous too. If she stopped agonizing over every detail of the experience from her point of view, she could see how babysitting two teenagers could potentially be a bit terrifying. Still, being the babysitter was not as bad as being the baby-sat teenager, so she didn’t linger much on the thought.

“Well, you guys have to choose something for dinner, otherwise I won’t know what to make.”

“Then how about tteokbokki?” Wonyoung asked with wide eyes, taking advantage of the situation to suggest one of her favorite foods. Minju smiled, visibly relieved as her shoulders relaxed a bit.

“I can make that.”

“Awesome! I’ll be upstairs, just yell at me when it’s done. Oh, and don’t let Yujin near anything hot, she almost blew up the house using the microwave. Have fun!” With a satisfied grin, her teasing complete, Wonyoung turned and skipped up the stairs, leaving Yujin to blush and glare after her, running through ideas for revenge in her head. She was so going to get her for this later.

For a moment, there was once again awkward silence, until Minju cleared her throat. “Do I want to know how you almost blew up the house using the microwave?”

“I almost microwaved a spoon,” Yujin mumbled, ducking her head so that her short hair fell over her face. “But she’s exaggerating, my moms caught me before I could even turn the microwave on.”

“If it makes you feel any better, I almost did the same thing last year.” Minju giggled and Yujin finally dared to look up at her. There was a dusting of pink on her cheeks as she recounted her own near disaster. “I was really tired and forgot to take the spoon out of my soup after I stirred it. I would have blown up the microwave if my mom didn’t reach around me to yank open the microwave door. I got a pretty big lecture after that.”

Hearing that Minju - the most perfect person Yujin had ever laid eyes on - had also made the spoon mistake made her feel a little better, enough to laugh and rub at the back of her neck. “I’m glad to know that I’m not the only clumsy one, then.”

“Definitely not. I’ve had more mistakes in the kitchen than I’d care to remember.”

Yujin raised her eyebrows, a teasing smile creeping onto her lips. “We’re safe, right?”

The older girl waved her arms in front of her, as if to wave away Yujin’s mock concern. “Totally safe! I haven’t had a kitchen accident in at least a year. And if anyone is in danger, it would just be me.” The two of them laughed and Minju let out a sigh of relief. “By the way, I’m glad it’s you.”

Well, the blush was back. Yujin wondered if her eyes were as wide as they felt and, if so, how dumb she looked. “What? What do you mean?”

“When my moms told me that their friends wanted me to stay with their teenagers, well…. I was really nervous.” The older girl twisted her hands together. “I mean, it’s embarrassing on both sides, but I was kind of scared that the person I was staying with would lash out at me because their parents wouldn’t let them stay at home alone. So I’m glad it’s you.”

“Oh.” Yujin felt a bit ashamed, knowing that her plan had been to be as annoying as possible until the moment she walked in the door. But she swallowed, shoving her hands into the pockets of her uniform skirt because she wasn’t sure what else to do with them. “It is embarrassing,” she said slowly, “I mean, if people at school found out that my moms got me a babysitter, I’d be mortified.”

“I would never say anything,” Minju quickly assured her, waving her hands in front of her. “You don’t have to worry about that!”

“Thank you.” The younger girl let out her own sigh of relief, then smiled a real smile, most of the tension that she’d been holding in her chest since her moms told her about their trip washing away. “I’m glad it’s you too. Don’t worry, I won’t be too bad. I’m sure I’m not as bad as a toddler.”

Minju laughed, and Yujin let herself get lost in the sound of it for a moment, amazed that she was actually hearing it up close instead of from across the cafeteria. “Thank you, I'm relieved." After a pause, the older girl nodded towards the kitchen. "Want to help me with dinner? I'll make sure not to give you any dangerous tasks." Her face was hopeful and inviting as she pulled her chestnut hair back into a low ponytail, and Yujin wouldn't have been able to say no even if she wanted to. Minju was so pretty that she would have followed her into the sea had she asked.

"Okay," she said, her heart inching into her throat, wanting nothing more than to make a good impression. "As long as you don't think I'll be in the way of anything."

"You'll be okay, I won't let you get hurt."

Yujin had never been good in the kitchen. Maybe it was because she was clumsy when it came to anything other than dancing, or maybe it was because her moms had always cooked for her so she'd never had to learn for herself. Whatever the reason, she was sure that she was never supposed to step foot in a kitchen. Whenever she had tried to help or make things for herself in the past, disaster had always struck. Even just standing there seemed to bring bad luck, as Sakura always seemed to drop something or hurt herself when Yujin was in the kitchen. Of course, this could have been due to Sakura's own clumsiness, but still. She didn't have great experiences in the kitchen, so she couldn't help but be nervous when she followed Minju into the kitchen, obeying her instructions of "pull back your hair" and "wash your hands."

Thankfully, Minju was smart enough to keep her away from the oven and any potentially dangerous knives or boiling pots. Instead, Yujin became her helper, showing her where everything she needed was located and getting the ingredients for her when she called for them. The older girl did all the hard work (at least, as hard as making tteokbokki could be) but for once, Yujin didn't feel completely useless in the kitchen.

Instead she almost felt… comfortable. Minju liked to chat as she cooked, sometimes pausing to stare in concentration at what she was doing before jumping right back into the conversation after she was satisfied with her work. It was a cute habit and it made Yujin smile as she watched her, leaning back on the counter because her work was mostly done.

“Do you like cooking?” She asked after Minju paused again, this time to add the cheese to the top of the dish.

The older girl brightened, nodding her head. “I do! I’m kind of clumsy too, but whenever I’m stressed, I find that cooking calms me down. Plus, when I cook something for someone and they smile and tell me that it’s good, it makes me feel really happy. And it’s amazing to be able to cook whatever you want, whenever you want.” She turned to look back at the other girl, tilting her head. “I’m guessing you don’t?”

Yujin laughed. “It’s more like it doesn’t like me, honestly. I’ve tried but I can never get the hang of it. I always end up turning the whole experience into a disaster. My moms don’t even trust me to peel my own oranges because I almost chopped off my finger with the peeler when I was fourteen.”

“Woah, really?” The older girl raised her eyebrows, the hint of a teasing smile on her lips. “That’s almost a talent, then. I’ve never heard of anyone hurting themselves with an orange peeler.”

“If anyone can do it, it’s me.”

“That’s kind of funny.” As she turned her attention back to the almost completed dish, Minju shrugged, her voice wavering ever so slightly. “Though if it’s any consolation, I didn’t think this experience was a disaster. It thought it was fun.”

It took Yujin a moment to realize what she was talking about, and when she did, she froze, her fingers clutching at the marble countertop as she felt her face begin to heat up again, a wonderful dizziness encompassing her entire being. She felt as if she had just stumbled off a roller coaster, adrenaline pumping through her veins as she watched the tips of Minju’s ears turn a light pink and did her best to hold in the urge to let out a giddy scream into the nearest pillow. The older girl had already turned off the stove and moved the pan to the cool burner by the time Yujin was able to form words again, finally pushing away from the counter to wipe her sweaty hands on her uniform skirt so that she could finish her job as helper and grab the plates from the cabinet beside the oven.

“I-I thought it was fun too.” The words stumbled a bit on their way out, but she was rewarded with a bright smile from Minju nonetheless, making her world spin a little faster. For the briefest of moments, time seemed to stop, the sun freezing in the sky outside the window as Minju turned to face her, so close that Yujin could smell her floral perfume. It would be so easy to hold the older girl’s hand, and the way she was looking at her made Yujin feel like maybe Minju wanted all the same things that she did.

The older girl opened her mouth, parting those pretty pink lips with a flush on her cheeks, but Yujin never got to hear what she wanted to say.

Instead, she heard Wonyoung asking loudly if the food was done, effectively shattering the moment. The sun dipped down beyond the windowsill and she spun around to give her younger sister a glare as Minju cleared her throat and stepped back, turning her attention back to the almost forgotten dish on the stove.

“We were just about to call you,” Minju said. Wonyoung didn’t look like she believed her, looking between the two of them with mild amusement, but she didn’t say anything, just skipping past Yujin to grab a plate. The two of them didn’t move until she was finished, finally glancing at each other as Wonyoung sat at the table and put in her earbuds, blocking them out. The air was charged, but it didn’t feel… bad. Still, Yujin wasn’t sure what to say or do, and she kicked herself for suddenly becoming so awkward again as she gestured to the tteokbokki.

“Um, I guess we should eat too?”

“Yeah.” Minju let out a shy giggle and bumped her shoulder against Yujin’s as she picked up a plate, a silent reassurance that helped settle the nerves bundling in the younger girl’s chest. “I guess we should.”

An hour later found Yujin sitting beside Minju on the couch as Wonyoung scrolled through Netflix from the beanbag, asking them what they were in the mood to watch. After neither of the older girls gave her an answer (Yujin was having a hard time thinking about anything other than how close Minju’s hand was to hers) she shrugged her shoulders.

“Well, since you guys aren’t going to choose, we’re going to watch Hyori’s Bed and Breakfast.”

This snapped Yujin out of her gay stupour and she groaned in protest. “Again? But you’ve watched that at least a hundred times!”

“Because Lee Hyori is the queen. You snooze, you lose,” her younger sister replied with a grin. This interaction made Minju giggle and just the sound was enough to convince Yujin to stand this one down, not wanting to embarrass herself yet again in front of the older girl. Still, she huffed as she settled back into her seat. She would have crossed her arms, but she didn’t want to pull her hand away from the couch, just in case Minju decided to hold it.

“Fine. But we’d better be watching the episodes with IU in them.”

As it turned out, Hyori’s Bed and Breakfast was the perfect choice, both because it kept Wonyoung too occupied to do any teasing and because it was the perfect amount of funny. At some point, one of the guests made Minju laugh, and between high-pitched giggles she fell against Yujin’s shoulder, her hair tickling the skin at her neck as her body shook with laughter. She didn’t sit back up, even after the funny scene was over, and Yujin wondered if the older girl could hear how fast her heart was beating as she relaxed under the new weight, shifting so that her shoulder was more comfortable.

Slowly, she started to loosen up. She allowed herself to laugh loudly and lean back into Minju, allowed herself to rest her head on top of Minju’s, and even allowed herself to scoot a bit closer, pressing their thighs together under the blanket she’d pulled from the arm of the couch when Minju shivered halfway into the first episode. When Minju buried her face in her neck, getting what Yujin could only assume was second hand embarrassment from some of the guys on screen, she grinned and reached up to playfully pat her back.

“There, there, you can hide in my shoulder anytime” she said, a teasing lilt in her voice and Minju giggled again, gently hitting her thigh.

“Shut up,” she replied in a whisper, but she didn’t sound like she meant it and Yujin only grinned wider.

“Cute.”

“Shhhh,” Wonyoung hushed them, sending them a pout before turning her attention back to the TV, and both of them had to stifle their laughter, leaning back into each other with shaking shoulders.

For all the bragging she always did about being the hottest one in her friend group, Yujin had never been with a girl before. She hadn’t even cuddled while watching TV before, but somehow doing it with Minju felt natural. Once she’d gotten over her initial gay panic about the prettiest girl in the world touching her, it felt natural to throw an arm over her shoulder or to grab her hand when something funny happened on screen. Minju’s perfume filled her senses, enveloping her in a warm hug that she never wanted to leave.

Eventually she had to, but she was slow to untangle their limbs when Wonyoung yawned and turned off the TV, announcing that she was going to bed. Minju seemed just as reluctant to pull away, yawning and slowly sitting up without letting go of Yujin’s hand. For a long moment, they just sat there, Yujin watching Minju as the older girl gazed down at their intertwined hands, a comfortable silence settling over the living room.

Words lingered at the tip of Yujin’s tongue, but she couldn’t find a way to force them out, afraid to tell the truth just yet. It all felt so fast, and she would have whiplash if it wasn’t for the way Minju rubbed her thumb over the skin of the back of Yujin’s palm in slow, sleepy circles like she was meant to be there.

“Are you sleepy?” She asked, her voice uncharacteristically soft, breaking the silence when she saw the older girl yawn again. With a cute smile, Minju nodded, running her free hand through her hair.

“I am. But I also don't want to get up. This is nice."

Yujin's heart jumped and skipped around her chest and she put on her best smile (the one her friends said made them fall for her), settling back into the couch and tugging Minju's hand as a sign for her to follow. It didn't take much convincing. The older girl easily fell back against the couch with her, her head right back on Yujin's shoulder like it was meant to fit there.

"We don't have to get up yet. There's still plenty more episodes to watch."

It was one in the morning before the two of them finally made their ways to their separate rooms, reluctantly separating their fingers and closing the bedroom doors. That night, as Yujin closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep, Minju’s laughter echoed in her ears and her perfume lingered on her skin, and she dreamed of a field of flowers dancing around the most beautiful girl in the world as she whispered sweet nothings into her ears.

Waking up to the smell of breakfast wasn’t really a new thing for Yujin. Chaeyeon and Sakura loved to cook a big breakfast on weekends, so she often woke up to the smell of french toast and coffee and the sound of her moms singing along to the latest Red Velvet song at full volume. Still, when Yujin woke up to the smell of waffles the next day, it immediately felt different than a usual Saturday. She’d never been so excited to eat breakfast before.

After washing up, she padded into the kitchen to find Minju humming softly along to the Dean song playing from her phone speakers as she opened the waffle maker. The older girl moved her shoulders and hips to the beat, doing a small dance that Yujin couldn’t help but find cute.

“Nice moves,” she said, making the older girl jump a bit and turn to her with wide eyes, pressing the hand not holding the waffle maker to her chest.

“You scared me!” Minju whined, letting out a small laugh as her cheeks colored pink, and Yujin grinned.

“Sorry, I couldn’t help it.” It only took Yujin a few steps to cover the space between the two of them and she immediately made herself useful, pulling the plates from the cabinet as Minju pulled the now finished waffle from the waffle maker. “Breakfast smells amazing, by the way.”

The older girl huffed, but the smile on her face made it obvious that she wasn’t actually upset. “You know what? You can make your own waffle.”

“That’s probably not a good idea,” Wonyoung said as she turned the corner, making both of them jump apart. “Wow, deja-vu. Didn’t this same thing happen last night?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Yujin replied, lifting her chin and shooting her sister a look. Wonyoung just grinned and shrugged past her to grab the first waffle.

“Whatever. I’m going over to Yuri’s house today, you two have fun!” With that, she skipped away, munching at the waffle in her hands and leaving the two older girls frozen, staring after her.

“Middle schoolers are scary,” Minju finally said as she turned to check on the next waffle, making Yujin burst into laughter.

“Right? I really never know what she’s going to say next.” Running a hand through her hair in what she hoped was an attractive way, the younger girl leaned back against the counter. “Are you doing anything today?”

Minju seemed surprised at her question, but she smiled and shook her head as she placed the second waffle on a plate, sparing her a quick glance before concentrating on pouring the batter in again. “I didn’t have any plans. I was going to just try and stay out of your way, since I didn’t know if you guys would want me around.”

Yujin couldn’t fathom a reality where she didn’t want Minju around, but she tried to be nonchalant as she spoke. “If that’s the case, do you want to go to the mall with me?”

Once again, the older girl’s eyebrows rose, but her smile grew brighter, making her look so cute that Yujin’s heart skipped a beat. “That would be great! I’d love to!”

“Awesome.” Yujin grinned as relief washed over her, happily taking a bite of her waffle. She had successfully invited her crush on a date. Well, she hadn’t exactly called it a date, but it was basically a date, right? She wasn’t going to think about it too much. “I was hoping you would say yes.”

Minju’s giggle filled the air as she stepped just a bit closer to Yujin, a blush on her cheeks, their shoulders brushing once again. “Like I would say no to you.”

Yujin does her best to pretend that statement doesn’t make her heart do backflips in her chest.

The mall was crowded, just like it was every Saturday, full of families and high school kids with nothing better to do. Still, as the two of them stepped inside, Yujin found that she was glad it was so busy and loud; that way, none of the awkward silence from before could come back.

“Did you want to come for anything in particular?” Minju asked her over the noise as they avoided a group of excited children, sparing her a curious glance. Yujin shrugged her shoulders and grinned.

“Not really, I just wanted to hang out with you.”

“Oh.” Pink colored the older girl’s features again as she smiled shyly and looked down at her feet, clasping her hands together in front of her. Yujin was totally going to scream to her friend Nako about this afterwards, but in the moment she managed to keep the giddy feeling in her chest down enough to speak without her voice wavering.

“Anywhere you wanted to visit?”

“Well….” Minju turned to her with big, hopeful eyes. “There’s a new store here that my friends said has really cute clothes. I’ve been wanting to check it out for a while now.”

God, Yujin was already whipped for her smile. “Then we’ll go there first.”

The store did, in fact, have plenty of cute clothes, along with an array of other cute things. The sheer amount of pink almost assaulted Yujin’s eyes as they walked in, but Minju lit up at the sight of it, and she was reminded that the other girl had dyed her hair pink at some point during her junior year, so this was totally her style. While most of the clothes were much too cute for Yujin’s taste (she was sure her flannel, band tank top, ripped jeans, and converse were making her stand out) she had to admit that they would look amazing on Minju. But then again, the older girl could pull off anything, including the simple floral shirt and jeans she had on.

At some point, as Minju pointed out a cute pink backpack purse, her hand found Yujin’s, and it struck the younger girl how much this felt like a date. She tried not to think about it too much, though, because just the thought made her heart pound in her chest and her mind spin a bit.

“Oh, what do you think about this?” Minju held up a striped pink and white sweater, then gasped as she saw a white beret with a pink rose design on the side. “That’s perfect!”

“It’s cute,” Yujin agreed, nodding her head. “I think you would look good in it.”

“Really?” Once again, Minju brightened, her smile widening as she dropped Yujin’s hand to grab the beret. “Do you mind if I try them on?”

“I don’t mind. Take your time.”

“You’re the best,” Minju said, reaching back to give Yujin’s hand a quick squeeze before skipping off towards the fitting rooms, leaving Yujin to internally freak out by herself.

The older girl ended up trying on a few more outfits, stepping out of the fitting room to do a little twirl for Yujin before looking at her with wide, expectant eyes. The only problem was that everything looked amazing on Minju, so Yujin’s answer was always the same: “you look great!”

“You can’t just say that every time,” Minju said with a laugh after she stepped out of the fitting room in a jean overall dress, and Yujin playfully raised her arms.

“But you look great in everything, I’m just telling the truth!”

“That’s not going to help me choose what to buy though.” The older girl’s eyes were sparkling as she spoke, obviously more happy than annoyed with Yujin.

“Yeah, I don’t think I’m going to be any help because I love all the outfits you’ve tried on so far.”

“I’m flattered, really, but you aren’t helping.” Minju giggled and playfully rolled her eyes as she walked back into the fitting room. “I guess I’ll just have to choose on my own then!”

“I liked the sweater!”

Eventually, Minju decided on buying the sweater and hat, and Yujin hung back by the door until she joined her, swinging the bag in her hand and grinning happily. “Thanks for letting me spend so much time there. I know it wasn’t really your style, with the whole ‘cool dancer’ and ‘sporty’ aesthetic you have.”

With a gasp, Yujin pretended to be offended, pressing her hand to her chest in the most dramatic fashion she could muster. “Hey, I wear more than just flannels and sportswear! You just don’t see me outside of my uniform very often!”

“True.” The older girl bumped their hips together, looking ahead of her as she spoke. “We could change that, though.”

Oh, there went Yujin’s heart, flipping in her chest again. She could only hope that her smile wasn’t as big and dorky as it felt. “Yeah, we could.”

At some point, the two of them ended up in the ice cream parlor, sitting near one of the windows looking out at the food court as they ate their ice cream cones, the bags from the stores they’d visited crowded at their feet. Yujin was telling a funny story again (because she liked hearing Minju laugh). This time it was the story of how one of her friends on the dance team almost fell off the stage because he was messing around and how he ended up ripping his pants and having to perform with them ripped because they didn’t have any extra uniform pants. Minju giggled as Yujin recalled how the fact that the pants were sparkly actually saved him from people noticing the rip on the inside of his pants.

“That was during your girl group mashup dance, right? I remember that you were all wearing such sparkly pants.”

Yujin’s eyes widened and she blinked, staring at the older girl in awe. “You… How did you remember that?”

“I told you that I’ve watched every performance,” the senior responded with a sweet smile. “Plus, the pants for that mashup were too loud to forget.”

“True.” Dammit, Yujin could feel herself blushing, and she took a few bites of her ice cream to cool herself down, trying to hide the fact that she once again wanted to let out a giddy scream into the nearest pillow. “I’m still surprised you’ve seen every one.”

“All the performances are so cool, how could I not? Plus, you guys are kind of famous in the school. Our school is known for our drama club and our dance club, you know.”

“I knew we were popular. I mean, we’ve won a lot of contests. But I’m not sure if we’re on the same level as the drama club. The plays and musicals you guys do are amazing.”

“Oh, thanks.” It was Minju’s turn to blush as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “I guess both of our teams are pretty amazing, huh?”

“They are.” Yujin was desperate to change the subject, mostly to avoid getting any more compliments. She usually loved being showered in compliments and basked in the attention, but when they came from Minju they made her feel like she was going to explode. “Is your club working on a new production right now?”

Thankfully, it worked. Minju’s face lit up as she began to talk about the play her club was working on and Yujin settled back into her seat, gazing affectionately at the older girl’s excited smile and falling deeper into her eyes, dark and sweet like cocoa. For once, Yujin didn’t want to be the center of attention. For once, she wanted to stay still and listen.

“What’s your favorite dish?”

They were unloading their bags when Minju casually asked the question, her head popping over the top of her car. Yujin paused, then slowly closed the passenger door with her hip, her hands full of the heaviest bags (yes, she was trying to show off, what about it?)

“Um, honestly whatever you cook will taste amazing.”

The older girl laughed. “Thanks, but I want to make something for you specifically.”

Well, she could feel herself blushing again. “Oh, okay.” She let Minju lead the way inside as she swallowed and tried to think of what she wanted. Then it struck her. “My moms got stuff to make pizza, we could do that tonight!”

“Oh, that would be fun! Homemade pizza!” Minju beamed, a bounce in her step as she walked inside. “Let’s do that. Are you going to help me?”

“Obviously,” Yujin replied, kicking off her shoes before dropping all the bags onto the couch and reaching up to pull her shoulder length hair into a ponytail, smiling her most charming smile. “What would you do in the kitchen without me?”

Her response pulled another giggle from Minju’s lips as the older girl walked past, gently and playfully shoving her shoulder, and Yujin wondered if it was possible to get addicted to a sound.

As it turned out, making a pizza was a lot less complicated than Yujin had previously thought. Especially since her moms had made the decision to buy the premade crust, cutting the amount of work in half. As she pulled out the ingredients, as instructed by Minju, the older girl pulled out her phone and set it on the counter. A moment later, music began to fill the room, and Yujin looked back to see Minju pulling her hair back to the sound of Stephanie Poetri’s “I Love You 3000,” her head nodding along to the beat ever so slightly.

Well, if she wasn’t head over heels already, she certainly was now.

“You have a good taste in music,” Yujin said as she walked over to the counter, and Minju smiled at her, her eyebrows raised.

“Really? You think so?”

“Yeah, I love this song.”

��Me too!” As Minju washed her hands, she started to softly sing, and Yujin’s chest constricted, taking away her breath. She had always known the other girl could sing - she had seen her in plenty of musicals before - but hearing her sing up close…. It was a totally different experience. For a long moment, she stood frozen, her mouth slightly open as she fell deeper and deeper into Minju’s endless charms. Then she swallowed and joined in, her voice just a bit softer than Minju’s as she sang the chorus with her, her arms still full of pizza ingredients.

The older girl turned around, her eyes widening slightly in surprise before her smile grew and her singing got a bit louder. As she sang, she walked over to take the ingredients from Yujin’s arms, and having her sing “baby take my hand” that close made the younger girl’s voice wobble ever so slightly, her heart jumping and stuttering in her heart.

As the song came to an end, the older girl raised an eyebrow and crossed her arms, looking up at Yujin. “Are you good at everything? How come I didn’t know you could sing!”

Yujin knew she was blushing to the tips of her ears but she grinned anyways, shrugging her shoulders as she leaned back against the counter. “I’m not as good as you.”

“Yes you are. You know, you should be an idol, since you’ve got it all. The dancing and singing skills, the looks, the height-” Minju looked her up and down before quickly turning her attention back to the pizza pan. “-the charm. Everything.”

“You’re talking about looks as if you aren’t the prettiest girl in the world.” Oh god, she’d really said it. She was so comfortable with the older girl that the words just tumbled out on their own. Immediately, she snapped her mouth shut, but to her surprise, instead of being surprised or weirded out, Minju turned a pretty shade of pink and began to giggle, bringing her hands up to cover her face.

“You really think so?” Her voice was small and shy and Yujin nodded, her entire body full of electricity as her heart pounded in her chest once again.

“I do. You’re seriously the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen.” As if on cue, Daniel Ceasar’s “Best Part” started playing from Minju’s phone, making Yujin feel like the main character in a coming of age movie. Maybe she could get the girl after all. When Minju finally pulled her hands down, she was smiling the cutest little shy smile. She didn’t have dimples, but her face scrunched up a bit when she was shy, her eyes closing ever so slightly and her cheeks rising in a way that turned her from gorgeous to downright adorable in seconds.

“Thank you,” she said, voice barely above a whisper. “Y-you’re really pretty too.” There was something electric in the air, something they could both feel sparking between the two of them, but it was a bit too much for Yujin’s poor gay heart. She felt light headed again, and apparently Minju felt the same, as she quickly busied herself starting the pizza instead of saying anything else. For a moment, the younger girl struggled to find something else to say, until Twice’s “Likey” started blasting over the speakers, making her laugh.

“We just changed moods so quickly,” she said, her voice teasing as the tension shattered with Minju’s laugh. The older girl reached over to playfully swat at her arm.

“Leave me alone! I love this song!”

Breathing a sigh of relief, Yujin grinned and hopped up onto the counter, making Minju gasp at her. “Hey I do too, I just wasn’t expecting it after Daniel Caesar.”

“Do your moms allow you to sit on the counter like that?”

“We aren’t using this one, so I can sit on it.” Yujin stuck out her tongue as she pulled out her phone and Minju huffed, but couldn’t wipe the smile from her lips.

“You’re lucky you’re so cute.”

“I know, right? Anyway, who else do you listen to? Let’s jam out before Wonyoung gets home and insults us on our music taste.”

The pizza was amazing, even if the pepperonis were a little all over the place courtesy of Yujin. Wonyoung did, in fact, come home and immediately ask if she was watching her moms when she caught the two of them dancing to Red Velvet, but Yujin couldn’t even be mad, not after she’d had so much fun with her dream girl all day long. And especially not after Minju sat down across from her at the table and rested her ankle against Yujin’s, leaving the younger girl a bit breathless for the rest of the meal. If her sister noticed that she was unnaturally quiet, she didn’t say anything.

Somehow, even though it was only the second time they’d watched TV together, they ended up side by side as if it was natural, their legs pressed together and Minju’s head already resting on Yujin’s shoulder as the younger girl flipped through Netflix. Wonyoung walked in, took one look at the two of them, and immediately shook her head.

“Nope, I’m gonna watch TV in my room tonight. Have fun.” With that, she turned and skipped up the stairs with her bowl of popcorn, leaving the two older girls to look at each other and laugh.

“Well, at least we can choose what we want to watch now, right?” Yujin asked, and Minju smiled, reaching over to hold Yujin’s hand like it was the most natural thing in the world.

“It looks like we’ve got the whole night to ourselves.”

They didn’t talk much, because they didn’t have to. Occasionally Yujin would make fun of something on screen to make Minju laugh, and sometimes Minju would bury her head in Yujin’s shoulder when a particularly embarrassing scene came on, giggling and saying she hated it, but for most of the night they stayed quiet, enjoying each other’s company in the almost silence. It was cosy, yet overlaid with a thick tension; the tension that had been growing with every glance, every touch, and every interaction they’d had since the first day Yujin walked in to see her standing in her living room.

In all honesty, Yujin had no idea what was happening on screen between the two leads. She’d lost interest after the second episode, when Minju started rubbing her thumb over the skin on the back of her hand. She couldn’t think of anything other than the older girl, that floral perfume overwhelming her senses and pulling her deeper into Minju’s touch. So she wasn’t sure what episode they were on when Minju pulled away slightly, looking up at her with so much affection and want that Yujin wondered if she’d ascended to heaven. All she knew was that it was dark outside, the lights were dim, and she couldn’t take her eyes off Minju’s pink lips.

They didn’t talk, because they didn’t need to. All Minju had to do was lean in and let her eyes flutter closed, and immediately Yujin knew they both wanted the same thing. So she went for it, leaning in and finally pressing her lips to Minju’s like she’d wanted to for so long.

Yujin had kissed girls before. But none of those girls had ever made fireworks explode in her chest like Minju did. As soon as their lips connected, Minju reached up to wrap her arms around Yujin’s shoulders, pulling her even closer and making Yujin’s head spin because her lips were just as soft as they looked. The younger girl’s hands moved on their own, one cupping her face while the other one rested on her hip, grounding Yujin so that she didn’t float away from the pure euphoria flowing through her veins.

She was kissing the prettiest girl in the world, and more importantly, the prettiest girl in the world was kissing her back. And she knew she wasn’t dreaming, because none of her dreams had ever been this good.

When she finally pulled away, reluctant but needing to breathe, she drank in the sight of Minju before her, breathless and pink and glowing even in the dim light of the TV.

“Well,” the older girl said with a soft smile, “that was something.”

“Yeah,” she responded, breathless and grinning like a fool. “It was. Can we do it again?”

“Yes, please.”

That night, Yujin could hardly sleep, her heart refusing to stop skipping and pounding. She could still feel Minju’s lips against her own, and she replayed the quick kiss Minju had given her before telling her goodnight over and over in her head. They hadn’t said anything, though.

For a long time, she laid awake, remembering the taste of Minju’s lips and staring up at the ceiling, wondering why she hadn’t asked Minju to be hers right then and there.

Once again, Yujin woke up to the smell of breakfast. This time, she wasted no time washing up, checking her hair in the mirror before glancing at the mirror. How long did she have before her moms got back? She wasn’t sure, so she quickly put on her nice purple hoodie and a pair of jeans before rushing down into the kitchen in the most casual way she could.

Minju was at the oven, humming to Day6 as she flipped her omelet, and when she saw Yujin, she smiled, her face slightly pink. “Good morning. You didn’t scare me this time.”

“I made a bit more noise so I wouldn’t.” The younger girl ran a hand through her hair as she smiled back, trying to ignore the nerves building in her stomach. Why was being gay and in love so hard? “So, um, I-.”

“Oh that smells good!” Wonyoung turned the corner with a grin, completely interrupting them, and Yujin sighed, stepping back so that she could get her food. Why did her younger sister always come in at the worst times? As the Wonyoung picked up her plate and walked away, Minju looked at Yujin expectantly, her face open and hopeful. Swallowing, she glanced at her younger sister at the table before deciding “screw it” and turning back to grab one of Minju’s hands.

“I wanted to tell you that I like you a lot, and um, to ask you if you want to be my girlfriend.” There, she finally got the words out. Behind her, Wonyoung gasped, but she ignored her, focusing all of her attention on Minju and watching with bated breath as the older girl began to smile widely.

“I like you a lot too, and I’d love to be your girlfriend.” Minju squeezed her hand, and Yujin knew that she was blushing and grinning like crazy, but for once, she didn’t care if it was embarrassing or not. She was much too happy to care, because her heart was fluttering in her chest and electric excitement was flowing through her veins and a giddy squeal was catching in her throat because the prettiest girl in the world had just said that she liked her too.

“Woah,” was all she could say before both of them burst into laughter, leaning into each other. When she was able to breathe properly again, she grinned at Minju and squeezed her hand in return. “I’m glad you said yes.”

“I kissed you last night and you really thought I’d say no?”

Wonyoung gasped again. “You guys kissed?”

Yujin did her best to ignore her sister as she shrugged her shoulders sheepishly. “I thought it might be a possibility.”

“You’re dumber than I thought.”

“Hey!”

“It’s cute, though.” Minju giggled and reached over to pat Yujin’s cheek. “It’s really cute.”

“Can you guys not do this while I’m trying to eat?” Wonyoung whined, finally forcing the two girls to look at her. “I’m losing my appetite.”

“You’ll understand when you get older, Wonyo,” Yujin replied, making her little sister huff and stand from her chair, grabbing her plate.

“Whatever. I’m going to eat in my room. Try not to be too gross before our moms get home.” Wonyoung stuck her tongue out at them as she left, stalking away, but they both just laughed. They still hadn’t stopped holding hands, and Yujin never wanted to.

“Anyway,” she said, turning back to her girlfriend (just the word was enough to send butterflies flying through her stomach). “Want to get lunch with me tomorrow?”

Minju gave her an amused smile, raising her eyebrows. “Aren’t you going to ask for my phone number?”

“Oh right. I might need that.” Yujin quickly pulled out her phone, then raised her eyebrows in return. “Wait, was that a no?”

“No, silly. I was just thinking that you might need my phone number if we’re going to be girlfriends.” Minju typed in her number, then watched as Yujin finished the contact information, giggling as the younger girl erased the simple “Minju” she’d put in and replaced it with “prettiest girl in the world” before saving it. In response, she deleted the simple “Yujin” in her phone and put in “coolest girl in the world” instead, making Yujin grin.

“You think I’m cool?”

“You think I’m pretty?”

“Point taken.” She glanced at the clock. “My moms will be home soon. What time were you going to leave.”

“Soon.” The older girl pouted slightly, looking down at the two plated omelettes forgotten on the counter. “We only have time to eat before I have to go.”

“Oh.” Yujin stepped a bit closer, her eyes hopeful and her lips in a soft smile. “Then do I not have time to kiss you once more before you go?”

Minju’s face lit up with her smile as she giggled and leaned in. “I think we can make time for one more.”

Minju ended up leaving before Chaeyeon and Sakura got home, something that Yujin was thankful for, since she could walk Minju out and hold her hand without her moms around to ask any annoying questions.

“I had fun this weekend,” the older girl said as they reached her car. Her smile was sweet as she swung their intertwined hands. “More fun than I thought I was going to have, that’s for sure.”

Her comment made Yujin laugh, big and genuine. “No kidding, I thought this weekend was going to be terrible,” she said truthfully, “but it ended up being one of the best weekends of my life. So maybe getting a babysitter wasn’t too bad.”

“Don’t let your moms hear you,” Minju teased, and the younger girl pretended to be scandalized.

“I would never!”

Both of them laughed before standing still for a moment, gazing at each other in the driveway, both reluctant to let go until Minju sighed.

“Well, I guess I have to go now.”

“Yeah.” Yujin gave her hand one final squeeze before letting it go. “I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“Of course. I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

The younger girl stepped back, waiting until Minju had started her car to wave. When the older girl smiled and waved back, she blew her a kiss, smiling in satisfaction when she laughed and caught it before beginning to back away. Yujin watched her drive away then, waving until her car had disappeared around the corner before she let her hand drop and began to grin.

This weekend had really just happened. She was now dating Kim Minju.

With a squeal, she pulled out her phone and ran back inside. She couldn’t wait to tell Nako all about it.