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biscuitblinkeu · 2 years ago

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It’s Mutual, Let’s Get A Divorce! [1]

Park Chaeyoung x Fem!reader -> Not Requested

Prompt: Roseanne Park, the hotshot cold-hearted Domestic Relations Attorney; she’s an ace in the courtroom, but she’s got the phrase hard to love pinned dead in the middle of her forehead, and paired with her devotion to work…she’s just not cut out for relationships. Then there’s you, a playful and nonchalant mother stuck in a sinking ship called marriage. Through divorce, you meet Roseanne who struggles to keep things professional. She tries hard to keep those concrete walls up but it’s inevitable they crash down. You’re a wrecking ball, a force of nature; it’s a perfect match!

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Little Steps Kindergarten, the sign read as you drove closer to the building. You were picking up your daughter from school.

The first thing you see is the parking lot is decorated with chalk designs, pictures, and drawings, all a mix of bright, colorful scribbles and crudely drawn animals. (The kids tried.)

A few kids are running around the fenced front yard, chasing each other with sticks, bugs, and whatnot. Others play on slides, in the sandbox, or on the monkey bars while some are just sitting, waiting patiently for their parents to pick them up; the quiet ones. Your daughter was a quiet child, not as outgoing as she should be, her teachers think. You’d say you have no idea why she's like that, but you do.

You had to park across from the school because the parking lot the school owns is for teachers and staff, you're also not fond of waiting in the long pickup line. Before you could even cross the street and get to the entrance, you saw Nala running over, her arms stretched out in excitement, yelling, “Mommy!!”

You would scold her for running across the street so carelessly, but seeing her so happy to see you, you decide against it. You open your arms to pick her up, swinging her around as she giggles.

Shortly after, there’s a teacher running up to you; Mrs. Manoban, a black-haired teacher in her mid-thirties who’s extremely nice and sweet to everyone. She also babysits Nala when you or her father aren’t around. She holds Nala’s backpack in her hand who huffs and puffs— trying to catch her breath. You could only assume that she’s been running after the little girl. “Hello, Mrs. (Y/l/n)” She greets, so energetic despite the obvious exhaustion written all over her face.

“Hi, Mrs. Manoban. How are you?” You ask politely, smiling back at the woman.

“I’m great! Thank you.” She beams, her dark brown eyes crinkling at the edges, “you see I was just playing tag with the children…and then Nala decided to run across the street so I got scared, but then I saw you, so all is well.” She expresses relieved and hands you Nala’s backpack.

“She was very good today— she always is.” You grin at that, reaching over to give Nala a light squeeze on her hand. You say a quick goodbye after that, as Mrs. Manoban has to attend to the other kids.

Nala lets you take her backpack as you walk to your car. “Woah! This is heavy, what have you got in here?” You joke, lifting the bag up and down.

“We made clay plates today! I’ll show you at home!” You nod with a smile, taking her hand and helping her into her car seat.

“Are we really gonna do something fun today mommy?” Nala asks you as you buckle her into her car seat. “Yep. Though it won’t be until later.” You tell her, and you couldn't help but feel a little dejected, having previously promised her you would do something many other times, like go buy ice cream or take her shopping— she loves shopping. And that never happened. However, this time is different, because now you have a little bit of freedom.

“What will we do? Can I know?” Nala’s curiosity takes hold of her, and she stares up expectantly at you. “I don’t think I can tell you. It's a secret,” you answer, though you don’t know what you’re doing yourself. She pouts but compiles nonetheless. On the way back home you stop and get Nala ice cream, which makes her very happy.

Later, you planned to take her shopping or do something to make up for missed time with her. You’ve only just gotten to a point where you could work from home, not in your office. You do real estate and own your own company so it’s been hard on your time together.

You got home about twenty minutes later. You shut the door behind you before helping your five year old take off her shoes.

“Run upstairs and take your coat off, and then we’ll get any homework out of the way and go out, okay?

“Kay!” You hear her footsteps retreating, but don’t hear them pad up the stairs. It’s then when you notice most of the lights were on, and that the TV was playing. You walked into the living room, the main source of noise, and saw your husband, Jaylyn, swinging a giggling Nala around.

“Jay?” You call from the entrance of the living room. You tried to smile, key word, tried. He put Nala down and cleared his throat, “Why don’t you go do what your Mom said?”

She left the room and he stood awkwardly, not really knowing what to do with himself under your scrutinization.

“Room?” He gestured to your bedroom and you both made your way in there. He sat down on the bed. You turned to him.

“We can’t do this anymore.” You sit on the desk, arms crossed with a plain expression on your face. You were tired of your husband disappearing without a word and then coming back with no heads-up. He never told you where he went either, but you had an inkling. And this “Inkling” of a thought would have hurt you if you still loved him as much as you did a couple months ago.

It’s faded, now on its last strings: romantic wise, just like your marriage.

“I know, and I’m sorry,” he takes his glasses off and rubs his eyes, “I’ve been trying to…to…” he trails off looking at the carpet, searching his mind for the right words.

“Love me like before?” You say and he appears shocked, but it’s not for long. He laughs dryly, shaking his head humorously, “I suppose, yes.” You were very observant, he wouldn’t be surprised if you knew much earlier.

“Okay, but what does that have to do with not being in your daughter's life as much as you should? I can excuse you being that way to me, but to Nala? It’s not okay. She misses you when you leave. I can’t keep making up excuses for you.” You raise your voice a bit, not liking how you’re starting to sound like an angry wife. But you were.

He doesn’t respond, simply staring at you through his frames, guiltily. You pinch the bridge of your nose, “I can see this isn’t going to last, but I want you to be in her life.” You said softer. You knew what it was like only having one parent present, it can make or break someone. You fear that because Jaylyn has not been in her life much this past year, to be her other pillar of support, that’s why she wasn’t as outgoing as other kids. She’s smart, and she’s heard you two argue before, she must have an idea.

“I will, I will. I love our daughter, she’s my pride and joy, so, I promise. Are you suggesting we divorce?” His voice grew softer. “I’m okay with that if that’s what it takes. I don’t like that I’m causing this— I’d like to fix it. I want you to be happy.”

You’ve moved to sit on the bed next to him, “Yes, and I want you to be happy as well. I won’t try and pry what you’ve been doing when you leave, you can tell me another time—“

“Mommy! Daddy!”

“We’re in here, Darling!” Your husband yelled, leaning towards the door. A minute later tiny hurried footsteps approached and Nala’s head popped through the cracked open door.

“I finished my homework, can we go out now? Will daddy come?” Her eyes were shining and you're a bit glad the last question wasn’t directed towards you. That’s a lot of pressure and if you’d have said no, the shine in her eyes might dull. She was clearly excited.

“Of course.” He replied, smiling at her. She ran off to get her coat on and he turned back to you, “we’ll talk about this later tonight, but right now let’s have fun?“ You just laughed and shook your head, letting him help you up.

You ended up going to get ice cream again and then went to Warner Bros.’ Studios, more specifically, the Hogwarts Castle exhibit. You walked with your arms entangled with Jaylyn’s as Nala ran a few steps ahead of you.

“Mommy look!” She pointed the wand you had bought from Oliver’s shop at you before pressing the button, the wand glowed and made a sshoosh noise.

“That’s so cool! Are you gonna be a wizard?” You enthused, watching as she nodded her head proudly. Later, you ended up buying yourself a Gryffindor cloak and scarf, Jaylyn a Slytherine, and Nala a Hufflepuff set.

“I’m gonna miss this.” Jaylyn commented as you two watched Nala walk a couple feet ahead of you exploring the Platform 9 ¾, his words were directed toward you. After this, he wouldn’t get to do a lot of things like this with you anymore.

“Me too.”

That night, after your daughter fell asleep you talked about the divorce. Deciding on starting the tedious process tomorrow.

You woke up alone in the house the next morning, a note with Jaylyn’s handwriting and a doodle drawn by your daughter wishing you a good day and other things. Nala would be with her Grandparents for a couple days and you would see Jaylyn later.

You got dressed in formal clothes for later and put a heavy coat on because it was snowing. Then, headed out for coffee. You went to the café you always went to and ordered the usual Latte.

“Thank you.” You grab the coffee cup from her. The barista looks at you with a look you can only decipher as worry, much to your confusion. You brush it off and continue to turn around, only to crash into a body.

Your coffee jerks out your grasp from the collision, the scalding hot beverage splashing all over their tan blazer, turning it a deep brown. The remnants drip down your sleeves and the cup drops to the floor, but you could care less.

Your eyes almost popped out upon seeing the Saint Laurent logo on the coat.

Guilty, your gaze travels up to your victim; you're in trouble. The woman looks back at you indifferently, frigidly. She doesn’t give away any signs that tell you she’s angry or irritated, and that’s what scares you, she’s unreadable.

You had expected her to jump or react to getting hot liquid spilt on them, but she hadn’t at all.

She has an air about her you think only high class, or the arrogantly rich carry. The power suit says it all. She’s a tall blonde with the face of a model. Her dark eyes burn into your face, most definitely judging you. She was very aloof, you noticed. If anything, it seemed like she was one step away from walking out the door. You jump into action, words spilling out your mouth before you could stop them.

“I’m so, so sorry. I wasn’t looking where I was going and—” You start to ramble, grabbing a handful of napkins out the dispenser and start dabbing at her blazer, she stiffens uncomfortably.

“Stop.”

“I didn’t even know someone was behind me and now look what I did. I’m sorry. I’ve—” Her nose scrunches up and her brows furrow, you're just smearing it more with those cheap napkins.

She catches the barista's eye who looks at her helplessly, embarrassed for her. The barista tried to warn you someone was behind you.

“Stop.” She repeated, a bit louder, thinking you hadn’t heard her the first time. You were determined to ruin her coat, weren’t you?

“—Your coat, it looks expensive. This coffee is hard to get out of things that are lightly colored. I know firsthand, unfortunately. But you can—” You continued on.

Her jaw clenches and she has a strong urge to roll her eyes. Were you hard of hearing? Blind, too, maybe?

She grabs your wrist, pulling it and the soaked mess you hold away from her. “Stop. You’re making it worse.” Her tone could be considered flat, annoyed. You didn’t hear it that way, though.

You, who had finally registered the hand on your wrist that stopped your clumsy movements, were taken by surprise. Her hand was warm against your skin, you thought. She should feel like a block of ice, not a breathing, living, human. You couldn’t believe the cold, but soothing voice you heard belonged to her.

Your neck heated up in embarrassment. Sometimes you don’t realize your rambling until it’s too late. She let go of you. Your arms dropped uselessly to your sides.

“Oh.” You gazed at her blazer, wincing at how the spot did indeed get worse. You were going to suggest buying her a new coat but she turned on her heel and left the café. Leaving you standing in the middle of the shop with eyes on you, quite dumbly.

“Would you like me to remake that?” The barista’s sympathetic voice reached your ears, she pointed to the cup on the ground.

“Yes…thank you, again.”

You sipped on your coffee as you drove back to your house where you would meet up with Jaylyn to head to the law firm. There, you would file the divorce papers.

You knew this whole ordeal wouldn't be easy, not to mention how long the process takes, but you've done your best to prepare yourself. When you pull into the driveway you honk, two minutes later Jaylyn jogs out and up to your window. He taps on it and you roll it down.

“I just follow you, right?”

“Yeah, I’ll send you the location on maps in case you lose me.” He gives you a curt before hopping in his Range Rover. You pull out the driveway and begin to make your way there.

The Chichu Law firm building was basically a skyscraper, you couldn’t imagine how many floors it had. You walked through the glass doors, Jaylyn by your side, and walked to the front desk.

A man who had been signing papers looked up at you before snorting, he spoke in a croaky voice, “Name?”

“(Y/n) (L/n) and Jaylyn Smith.” He hummed before shuffling through some papers, peeking up at you through his tiny glasses, he picked up the phone.

“Yes…Okay…Main floor. Thank you.”

Soon after his call a brunette woman wearing black formal clothes came from the elevator and strided up to the two of you. Her red lips were formed in a wide smile as she approached, pumps clacking against the marble. Her eyes were catlike, they appraised the two of you and she was decked in Chanel.

“Jennie Kim. It’s nice to meet you two, I’ll be taking Mr. Smith with me and your lawyer will be a good friend of mines, Mrs. (L/n). We’ll go over the papers and help you with any questions.” You both shook her hand for a greeting.

You had to split with Jaylyn, having been assigned different lawyers. You felt intimidated, you always did when you went anywhere that had to do with court. You remember going to court the first time for stealing your father’s car and getting caught at a party. You never did it again after going.

Your heels clacked against the marble floors as you followed the man and you wondered if he was annoyed by the sound because the building was quiet. You walked down many hallways, you would’ve looked around but your eyes were glued to the man’s bald spot. It was just so…shiny. You’d think the few strands of hair he brushed over it were decoration, to enhance what couldn’t be hidden…

You took another left and he gestured to the dark oak door you stood in front of. This was where you were supposed to be. He turned to you.

“Your lawyer will be here in a few minutes, have a good day.”

“Thank you.” He nodded before walking off. You hoped you could remember the way back to the lobby because your help just left.

You opened the door and sat down, eyes curiously wandering around their office. It was very minimal, like everything in the room was here because it was needed, save for the picture frames on the desk turned away from you. There were little bits of personality; a guitar was propped up in the corner, probably being used for free time. There was a mini fridge and a container on the side decked with snacks. Polaroids of different places, people, objects. An incense was being burned, you could smell hints of jasmine, musk, cedar, lemon, and ginger.

You picked at your fingernails as you waited, your gaze being drawn to the picture frames pointed away from you once again. It was a matter of curiosity you told yourself, and besides, it wouldn’t hurt if you just took a peek. You wanted to see what your lawyer looked like, all you were told was that she was a woman.

You reached out, you were in the midst of turning the picture frame around when the doorknob turned and someone walked in. You had no doubt you were caught in the act, touching things that weren’t yours. But to your defense, they didn’t even knock.

“Might I ask what you are doing?” A smoky, accented voice inquired.

You turned around, an innocent smile on your face only for it to fade as the seconds went by, you were met with familiar eyes.

There’s a chill in the air.

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A/N: This chapter was 5 words away from 3000 lol

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fayeforrosie · 2 years ago

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Winter With You

Rosé x Fem! Reader

You were sick and tired of spending each night leading up until Christmas in the comfort of your own home, alone. Thus, you take it upon yourself to attend a well known Christmas activity held adjacent to Times Square, and did not expect to run into such an angelic woman Warnings- Literally like none, just pure fluff

Sauntering down the heavy streets of New York City, the chill winter breeze smoothly passing by the scarf wrapped tight around your neck. You came prepared for the chill season, being sure to dress in thick layers as you knew what the weather would bring this time of year.

It was just another night in December, the beautifully lit lights adorning each street you were to walk past. A small Christmas tree in every little glass window you were to lay your eyes upon. You loved this time of the year, and although you had yet to find someone to spend this wonderful month with, you still found enjoyment in the atmosphere of it all.

Knowing how much space this time of year holds so dearly in your heart, you had decided to force yourself out of your tiny apartment and attend the annual Christmas light show being held by Times Square. You knew this was a bad idea, as you hated crowds, and no better place for a sizeable crowd than New York City, however you find that almost every night you are wrapped up in a cozy blanket watching silly little Christmas movies, alone.

It had been enough, you thought, of spending each night leading up to Christmas by yourself doing holiday activities that are normally done with others. Thus, an idea scored from one of your closest friends, Jennie, had been thrown into the air, which furthermore led you to the place you are yet to be.

Your hands find themselves comfortably in the warmth of your own pockets, your hat just barley above your eyes with little room for you to see. You slowly walk down the sidewalk, just the perfect speed where you could admire the precise decorations beautifully placed in every adjacent store. You smile to yourself as you breath in the fresh air of Christmas.

Just as you reach the last of the stores, your eyes bring themselves up towards your destination. Sighing out a cool breath of air, you continue down towards the crowded area, an immense amount of bodies beginning to fill in your line of vision. With each step you take you begin to feel more and more regretful of this decision, as you knew how large of a crowd would turn up. You shake your head and attempt to remove any negative thoughts out of your mind, remembering exactly what you are here for, and that you will have an amazing time admiring all the magnificent lights that are to come shortly.

The still of the crowd lets you know that all spaces are filled up, so you take the chance to settle yourself in next to a few other people, careful not to squeeze next to them too tight, and you begin to make your way towards them.

Just as you reach them, the bottom of your hat begins to slide down towards your eyes, covering them in the process as you try and find yourself in the right spot. You bring your hand from out of your pockets and reach for your hat, however you are unable to fix it as the crowd begins to move again, a response to a booming microphone echoing throughout the area telling everyone to fill in all available spaces.

This is where you begin to panic, you are unable to see and the abundance of bodies continue to push into you, looking for the closest spot possible. Your hands are glued to your side and you lose all sense of direction, unsure of which way you were even facing at the moment.

That is until you feel a brief tug on your arm, pulling you away from the massive crowd and into a more secluded area. You are unsure of what is going on, and worry that someone may have taken advantage of your loss of sight. However, you find yourself softly pushed against the closets brick wall, and find that your hat is beginning to rise above your eyes once again.

Your vision comes back in an instant, and you are met with a blonde girl, eyes already meeting yours as her hands stay put on your hat. You feel as if you are hit with a roadblock, unable to speak upon the beauty in front of you. She, too, wore a hat, similar to yours, with her angelic blonde hair cascading freely down to her covered elbows, just a bit of snow accompanying her color. Her captivating brown eyes express a look of comfort, as if you had known the girl for many years past.

“Are you okay?” The girl asks, and you pick up on the irresistible Australian accent.

You blink once or twice, figuring her words out in your head before you give her a response.

“Oh, yes I’m ok. Thank you...”, you imply for her name.

“Rosé.” She smiles, in which you return.

“Y/n.” Rosé nods, and takes this as a sign to remove her hands from your hat, much to your dismay. It would have been nice to stay in such a proximity forever, although you can’t always get what you wish for.

“Are you going to see the light show?" Rosé questions.

“Yes I am actually, but I didn’t really expect this to happen”, you force a fake laugh, the smoke of cool air departing into the air as you do so.

“Are you as well?”

The girl nods her head, eyes squinting as a smile plasters onto her face once again, and you swear that that smile will replay in your head forever now.

“Well...”, you begin, attempting to refrain the urge to stutter over every possible word that spills freely off your tongue. “Since we are here together already, and like, the show will start soon, do you maybe want to like...”

“Go together?” The blonde smiles, finishing the sentence that you were so evidently anxious to announce.

The night continued on in the most pleasant manner possible, the lights shown above the spectators reflecting ever-so elegantly off of Rosé's eyes, the most beautiful sight to see.

After the night had concluded, nevertheless with a soft peck on the cheek by Rosé and her number saved securely in your phone, the next few days pass by agonizingly slow.

Friday night had come around once more, and you had only spoke to Rosé about three or four times, thankfully the last conversation specifically setting up the following night to come, Christmas Eve.

You made the last minute decision to get your hair professionally done in the morning, where you later spent almost two hours watching makeup tutorials on how to apply it so perfectly that your crush will automatically like you back. Sure, the video seemed to be aimed more towards those in middle school, however you shrugged your shoulders and skipped each segment in which the woman would address particular moments you might have with you crush after your makeup look is finished.

In the end, you came out to look the exact same, only with a bit more mascara and some highlighter on the tip of your nose. After possibly the fourth mental breakdown in regards to tonight, you fancy up the appropriate attire and nod your head with an affirming smile in the mirror.

You begin towards your car as you feel the pocket of your coat begin to vibrate. You pick it up in an instant after noticing who the caller was.

“Hi Rosie”, you smile, turning your car on before you begin to back out of the driveway.

“Hey Y/N/N, I just wanted to call you and say I was on my way.” You could practically see her innocent smile painted on her face through the phone.

“How come you didn’t just text me”, you question with a laugh, although it did not bother you in the slightest. You enjoyed teasing the blonde.

“Because I like hearing your voice”, the girl replies, and your breath hitches as fast as your eyes widen. You hadn’t expected her to say such a thing considering you only spoken a few times and met only a week ago.

“Oh”, is all you can say at the moment, “well... I am on my way as well. I’ll see you there Rosie”, you smile and wait for her reply before you hang up the phone, allowing a tiny squeal of excitement to find itself escape past your lips.

Once you finally arrive, closing your car door shut and making your way over, you find the same blonde girl who has been running circles around your mind, standing patiently in line for the ice-skate rentals.

You make your way towards the girl, your hat atop of your head sure to stay put this time, and you tap her shoulder softly. Thereafter, Rosie turns around in an instant, immediately grinning from ear to ear before she pulls you into a tight embrace. You were never the one to show any physical affection towards other, so it took you a second to register what she was doing before you ultimately squeeze her back, her cold, red cheek squished against yours.

“I already ordered our rentals. They were out of the size you told me to get so I just asked for the one above it if that’s ok.”

You smile and nod your head, turning towards the front of the arena as you wait patiently in line. You attempt to brush your hand against hers as a way to signal something a bit more intimate, however your advances are quickly shut down as the worker loudly shouts your names, signalling you over to take your skates.

It took a while for you to figure out how to put them on, nevertheless, with the help of Rosie, the two of you were just about on the ice.

“I literally can not do this, I’m gonna die. Like I actually am”, you state out of fear, one hand placed on the wall adjacent to you and the other held tightly in Rosie’s hand. You had yet to step on the ice yet, however just by the looks of the situation before you, it seemed too much of a challenge, and frightened you to say the least.

“Come on Y/n, you got this, don’t worry about falling okay? I’ll hold your hand the whole time”, she assures you.

Now that didn’t seem like a terrible idea.

You nod your head and reluctantly take a step onto the ice, grip tightening on both the wall and Rosie’s hand. Subsequently, you find yourself on your own two feet, surprisingly alive.

“See, you got it”, she smiles, removing her hand from your hold before she shortly brings her arm back to yours and fully wraps it around the same arm. You’re sure you are blushing, however the vast chill of the winter weather seemed to disguise the evident feelings prompted perceptibly on your cheeks.

The two of your begin to skate around the ice, and although Rosie is using all of her strength to help get you around, you and her still enjoyed yourselves in the company of each other.

Your gaze shifts back to the blonde while skating, noticing her bright features as though it was your first time looking at her so deeply. You feel a connection between the two of you, and can’t help but notice your heart beating frantically out of your chest, screaming at you to make a move. Unable to handle all of the immense amount of emotion you were feeling in the moment, you lean down towards the blonde and lay a subtle kiss on her reddened cheek.

You seem to catch her by surprise, however her gaze follows up towards your eyes, shinning brighter than ever.

“You missed”, she laughs, an innocent look adorning her angelic face.

You tilt your head and furrow your eyebrows, “what?”

Rosie smiles, before she leans in closer and finally connects her lips to yours, wanting to do so ever since she first laid her eyes upon you. The kiss was short but sweet, and you felt comfort in the way her lips seemed to warm your chilled pair up only for the moment.

She pulls away shortly after, however you still don’t seem to register what she had just done, and you find yourself slipping on the faint ice bellow you. Your hand rushes towards Rosie’s side as you attempt to regain your balance, squeezing her coat in the palm of your hand.

“Don’t worry, I’ve got you”, she expresses with a velvety smile.

After hearing those words, you only hope that she truly does mean it. Not only in the sense of tonight, but for every other day to come, and hopefully until the last.

Yahhh finally I'm back!! I love Christmas so so much (and Hanukkah #jewish) and thought nothing better than to write about my most favorite time of the year with my most favorite girl<33 I hope you all enjoyed

I love you all!!❤️ Feel free to ask or share anything in my inbox (not requests yet sadly)

Happy holidays❄️❄️

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jee-ns · 4 years ago

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warmth

pairing: roséxfem!reader

genre: fluff

warnings: slight cursing

synopsis: you saved her from dying on the annual skiing trip and she rewards you with hugs and kisses.

words: 1.5k

the hard pillow hits your face and interrupts your slumber. “wake up we're gonna be late!” the girl at your door frame yelled as she was brushing her teeth already fully clothed with a pair of skinny jeans and a hoodie.

you groaned searching for your phone that you left on the bedside table last night. “oh and i took your phone!” she yelled from the kitchen. you rolled your eyes and got up. feet hitting the carpeted floor of your room “fuck you lisa” you muttered under your breath and got up to take a shower.

when you got out you were met with lisa sitting on the counter watching a random cat video. you went beside her and made your too bitter coffee. while lisa gave you back your phone. “ms.kwon is going to pick our partners. so you’d get a chance to share a room with rosie” that name froze you up. you looked back up to lisa seeing her smug face. “she’s testing my patience” you said not ready to share a room with the park chaeyoung. “well you might even share a bed with her.” your eyes bulges out of its sockets. “what” she took her phone to show the email to you. “look” one the slightly cracked phone screen was an email stating the criteria of the skiing trip. you groaned reading it. “or i’ll probably get jennie,,, that girl never stops talking about her dogs” you rolled her eyes and lisa lightly punched your shoulder laughing.

arriving at the auditorium with your luggage and lisa ,ms.kwon was already calling names for the pairs who are going to be together this whole skiing trip. “jisoo and lisa , jennie and irene , roseanne and y/n” after that everything was muffled except for lisa’s annoying laugh. you came back to reality when you locked eyes with her. miss roseanne was coming your way while lisa was punching your shoulder. you pushed lisa away and was about to make a run for- “hey” she said while putting down her luggage. smiling softly at you. your cheeks turn crimson red.

“hey”

“i guess we’ll be roomies”

you laughed awkwardly not really knowing what to say. “i heard that there’s going to be one room with only one bed and i hope we don’t have get that” ouch. you didn’t realize you made a face that looked like you just got stabbed in the heart until rose leaned her head back laughing. “don’t get me wrong. i’d love to share a big bed with you. but i’m a rough sleeper” she said between laughs. “it’s alright. the chances of us getting that room is pretty low.” you smiled at her.

“you jinxed it”

your jaw dropped to the floor. you guys were looking in the cramped room from the doorway with your luggage behind you. “well i guess i can have a big bed that barely fits the room now” she said trying to be positive. it isn’t that bad you just have to be positive. which neither of you are.

after 20 minutes of struggling and punching the bags and slight touches from eachother you guys finally sorted out the room. “i can sleep on the floor if you want” you said putting a pillow on the ground. “ no you are absolutely not” she said pulling you on the bed. once again you flushed. “you sure?” you asked her. not wanting to invade her space. after hours of you being an annoying bitch you guys finally decided on putting a pillow in the middle to act as a barrier

the next day you woke up to banging on the door. “lobby in 20 minutes!” the person from the other side screamed. you groaned leaning back on the pillow. rose’s groaning was muffled by the pillow she shoved her face in.

“so how was last night?” lisa said with a smirk while wiggling her eyebrows.

“anything happened?”

you rolled your eyes “nothing happened we spent like 20 minutes sorting out our room which was not fun”

“maybe you’ll get lucky next time”

you pushed her away and paid your attention back to the teacher explaining how we can’t use the diamond path unless we have permission.

the top of the diamond trail was freezing you to death and the chattering of your classmates didn’t make it better. the small surface of wood you were currently on didn’t look like it could carry all of you anymore. you wouldn’t even be surprised if it collapsed underneath you. you were admiring the fine wood covered in snow when you heard several screeches from behind you. it was rose skiing down the diamond path looking like a worm that had been cut in half. you were in shock while watching her go down the snow with full speed. “now’s your chance” lisa said as she pushed you down with her. you’ve been skiing before. but never down the diamond lane. ‘god i am killing that bitch later’. you sped down the mountain of snow trying to find a blonde haired girl wearing a blue jacket. it was getting hard to see your surroundings when the snow was all over your face trying to catch a glimpse of the petit girl.

you saw her in the corner of your eyes. “rosie!” she was going down just as fast as you and she didn’t bother to look around as her eyes were tight shut. you turned your head back to the track and saw a tree that could possibly lead to rose dying.

“fuck it” you tackled her to the ground stopping her from going any faster into the tree. and it worked. you kept her in your hold until she let’s out a whimper. you opened her goggles. “hey it’s okay” you reassured her. she buried her face into your chest and the butterflies in your stomach started acting up again. “it was so scary” she said barely above a whisper and you patted her head “i know ,, now you’re safe” you grinned at her and she chuckled while hitting your shoulder. you got up and helped her up with you. “how are we gonna get down?” she looked at you with puppy eyes clearly traumatized by what happened minutes ago.

you guided her down with her hands in your own. you loved it. she was joking around with you and surprisingly you joked back. you’re so fucking touch starved. when you got it down the teachers were rushing to rose’s side bombarding her with questions. you just stood at the side not knowing what to do. “wanna get coffee?” she said with her beautiful smile on her face. of course you agreed.

you guys decided to head back to your room and finish of the coffee there. “today was a long day” she said while taking off all of her jackets that made her look like a little dumpling. “you almost got killed” you said while putting away your stuff in the closet. she skipped her way next to you to put her stuff to. “yeah but you saved me” she pecked your cheeks. you immediately turned as red as a tomato and you felt a little woozy. the butterflies are coming back but ten times harder. she then fell against the bed with her arms stretched out. you chuckled and headed towards the bathroom for a much needed shower. after you got out all dressed up in your pajamas. you walked in on rosie dancing to her playlist. she turned around and beamed while walking towards the bathroom with a towel hanging from her shoulder.

you decided to get comfy and opened your book to read right after putting a pillow as a border between you two. after a while rosie came out of the shower with her wet hair. ‘god how did she look so good with wet hair and her oversized pajamas on’ you thought not noticing yourself staring right at her. and when she caught you she just smiled and dipped into the bed right beside you while opening her phone. you guys just sat there in silence for awhile until rose closed her phone and sighed. she drew the covers above her and layed on her side. she looks up at you who’s still reading.

“y/n?”

“yeah?” you hummed.

“i need to ask you something come closer.” she urged.

you pursed your lips and shuffled closer to her “closer” you moved closer to her laying under the covers with her. she didn’t asked anything. she threw her leg above your hips and her arms circles your waist. her head against your chest. the butterflies came back like a storm you were blushing madly. you prayed that she couldn’t hear your heart beating at 10000 miles per hour. she snuggled her head against your chest. you decided to stroke her hair softly and not look like an idiot.

after awhile you two got comfortable in eachother’s embraced. with a hand on her head you asked. “were you always this clingy?” and she chuckled “i don’t know were you always this warm?” she engraved her forehead against your neck and her nose nuzzled just under your collarbone. you giggled and slightly moved back ,chuckling. “it tickles” with a soft smile on her face and her eyes barely open she just planted light kisses on your collarbones as you two drift off to sleep.

-admin 🗣

#blackpink scenarios #blackpink fluff #rose #rose fluff #rose angst #park chaeyoung #chaeyoungxfemreader #chaeyoung fluff #chaeyoung #jennie #lisa #jisoo #chaeyoung angst #rose x femreader #blackpink imagines #rose imagines

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astrophile-imagines · 6 years ago

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It’s always been you, hasn’t it?

She couldn’t believe she was doing this. Wouldn’t you find her creepy or weird? What if you thought she was a stalker? What was she thinking when she came up with this idea? She would die if you found out about this. Okay, enough panicking, she really did not have time for it, you would be leaving class in three minutes. It wasn’t such a big thing, she was just overthinking everything, like always. Making sure no one would see her she crossed the hallway as fast as she could till she was face to face with your locker. Her small hands were holding a small pastel note, with beautiful handwriting in it:

“I feel like a tiny moth everytime you appear,

I can not resist the need to feel closer to your light,

but I have to as my feelings are forbidden.

I don’t ask for you to love me,

just to have me by your side forevermore.

- Sunset”

She was trembling as she slipped the little note through the locker’s slits. She had spent hours last night thinking on what to write on that piece of paper. She knew it wasn’t the best poem in the world, but she wasn’t the best at expressing her feelings either. Lost in her thoughts she barely had time to run away from there after the bell rang. With her heart jumping in her chest she hid behind a cornner in hopes of seeing your reaction, crossing her fingers, she dreamed for a little smile to appear on your face.

Finally your class was over, no more talking about vectors and other useless things Mrs. Kim seemed to love. “I can’t believe she wants us to do all that homework! Doesn’t she know some of us have a life?” Chaeyoung, as usual, was whining about all the work she didn’t intend to do. “It’s not that much, you are just a sloth.” You laughed while running to open your locker. Chaeyoung was going to quip back at you when a small piece of paper flew from your locker to the floor. You both stood there looking at it without moving. “What’s that (y/n)?” “I have no idea.” “Are you going to pick it up or...” both of you reached for it and luckily for you, you were faster. “Come onnn! Tell me what it is. Is it a love note? Do you have a secret admirer? I can’t believe you didn’t tell me, me! Your own best friend! My heart is broken...” While she continued on with her drama, you turned around and read the note. Was it for real? Did someone really feel like this about you? Before you realised you started blushing. “Omg, you are so red!!! Does it say who it is?” “It is signed as Sunset,” you pouted ”no clue who it can be.” “Don’t worry we’ll find out who it is!” “No need to bother, it probably is a prank.” Chaeyoung rapidly took you by the shoulders, “are you stupid? Like, it may be a horrible poem, but come on! It is clear someone has feelings for you!” She kept on shaking you till you laughed. “Okay, okay, we’ll investigate but first you need to go to history class.” “Ugh! You are the worst, I want to help you find your soulmate and you push me away.” Laughing at her dramas you bid her goodbye and turned to close your locker. She was right, the poem may have been really cheesy, but just thinking about someone using their time to make you smile made you feel warmer inside. You just hoped she was the one who wrote it.

Without you realising it, that special someone you were dreaming of was just arouns the corner, smiling softly while seeing you walk away.

A few weeks had passed, and with them more notes kept appearing in your locker. “You have to do something back, how about you leave a note too?” “Oh yeah, leave a note in my locker that has a password that only I know. Genius move Chae!” Along this weeks you and your best friend had been thinking of ways to communicate with Sunset but you couldn’t come up with something. Caught up in your thoughts you didn’t realise where you were going to and collided into a smaller frame, sending her flying to the ground. “Oh my god! I am so sorry, I wasn’t paying att-” “Don’t worry, I know it wasn’t on purpose.” A soft voice replied. Oh no, you had practically knocked down your crush, could you be anymore stupid? Blushing you knelt down besides her and helped her stand up. “Still, if I hadn’t been such an airhead you wouldn’t have fallen.” Jisun smiled at you and grabbed your hand, that was still holding her “really its okay, stop apologizing.” She squeezed your hand and walked away. You felt sparks going up and down your arm, not being able to hold your smile you squeeled while giving small jumps. “Are you done fangirling, or can I show you a little something that will change your life?” Looking at Chae you realised she was holding something “so while you were having your little k-drama moment with fairy princess over there I, being the best friend that I am, noticed a thing had fallen off Jisun’s backpack.” Smirking she opened her gigantic hand showing you the small object. “A notepad?” “Are you that hard headed?” She pushed the item in your face, “don’t you recognize the paper?” No, there is no way. “It cant be, no, I don’t believe you, it-its impossible!” “Nope, it seems your lovelife is finally going to exist.” You took the notepad, caressing the paper. “What do I do?” “What do you think? You confess your unconditional love to the queen of hearts over there.” “Can you stop the with the stupid nicknames?” She laughed while walking away, leaving you alone with your thoughts. “Jisun is Sunset?” You craddled the notepad close to your heart, blushing and smiling, you knew what to do.

Time had never passed slower for you. Your leg was bouncing while you scribbled on a piece of paper. Finally the bell rang, giving you your queu to sprint out of the classroom and find Jisun. You decided the easiest way to catch her was to wait by the school entrance. Waiting under the gates, you couldn’t stop biting your nails, what if Chaeyoung had pranked you? Or worse... What if Jisun had pranked you? You didn’t have time to ponder on that thought when you caught Jisun walking out. “Hey!” She turned around with her brows furrowed, but that scowl disappeared when she saw you waving your hands in her direction. “(Y/n)! What’s the matter?” Oh god, you didn’t plan this far, what do you tell her? “Hey I’ve been in love with you since you shared your crayons with me in kindergarten, wanna hold hands and ride off into the sunset?” “I-I just, what a nice day we have today h-huh?” She smiled at you, but clearly she didn’t know what the hech you were talking about. “Do you wanna take a walk with me by the beach?” You pointed in that direction with a littel smile, oh how you hoped she didn’t think you were weird. “O-oh! Yeah! Sure, lead the way.” You both started walking together, till you reached the beach, talking about anything and everything. Once you stepped on the sand you both took off your shoes and ran to the water. “Aah! Its so cold, I can’t.” Jisun jumped back while you just laughed knee-deep in water. “Its not that bad you chicken.” “How dare you, I’ll show you who’s the chicken here.” Before you realised was she was planning, she kicked the water, making you gasp and run away. “I didn’t take you for a cheater, but I see how it is now”. You threw your backpack near hers and full sprinted in her direction. She gasped but couldn’t escape. You hugged her waist and pulled her towards the sea. “(Y/n)! Stop! Don’t you dare, you are gonna soak us both.” She wriggled around while laughing, for a second time stopped, she was glowing, drops of water floated around her, making Jisun look like a mermaid, she really had you under a spell. While you both were distracted a wave crashed into you, pulling both of you under water. You looked at each other while gasping for air, your uniforms were soaked but you didn’t care, you both started laughing simultaneously. She grabbed your arm while wheezing like an old man, how could she still be so lovely? You were brought out of your daydream by a sudden splash of water on your face, dumbfounded you looked at a smirking Jisun. “Never let your guard down, love.” In any other moment you would have had a heart attack, but now was no time. You started fighting, running around and giggling when the other lost her balance. All was laughs and games till she tripped and fell on top of you, making you both fall down. You opened your eyes to see a blushing Jisun holding your shoulders, she looked other-worldly. “I know you are Sunset.” You both gasped at your revelation. “You do?” She was looking everywhere trying to avoid your eyes. “I’m so sorry if I creeped you out, I just have the biggest crush on you and I was too afraid to talk to you and I-” You caressed her chin, making her look at you with wide eyes. “I like you too.” “Really?” “How could I not? You are perfect.” Giggling she embraced your neck, looking at your lips with shaking eyes. “Can I?” Instead of answering you closed the almost inexistent space between your lips and kissed her softly. You hugged her closer to yourself, trying to pour all of your feelings in this first kiss. She pulled away with a dreamy sigh leaving her lips. “You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for this.” “I literally have been into you since you lent me your crayons, I think I win.” “Why do you think you were the only one who could do that?” You both laughed, shaking all of your nerves off, feeling like you had everything you wanted you kissed her cheek. “We should leave, its going to get dark soon.” “Or...” “Hm?” She quirked her eyebrow at you. “We could wait and watch the sunset together.” She threw her head back while laughing. “And I thought I’d be the cheesy one in the relationship.” Holding hands you cuddled by the shore, not knowing that would be one of the may sunsets you’d watch together.

THE END~<3

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chaewandz · 2 years ago

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synopsis: after she turns 18, y/n’s parents arrange a competition for young suitors in her town to compete for her love, a family tradition that brought about her parents’ marriage. twelve men are selected, but who will win her heart?

pairing: nishimura riki x princess!femreader

featuring: nonidol!enha + nonidol!txt, park joonie, seo youngeun, miyawaki sakura, lee chaeyoung

genre: strangers to lovers, friends to lovers, royalty, fluff, crack, half irlau ft occasional smau, angst mayhaps

warnings: swearing, my oddly specific shitty humor, nothing else rlly!!

release date: 07.13.22

author’s note: my first fic on tumblr yawl… thank u to my bff anabelle who helped me w this 🫶 finally chose to post in honor of my 2 year anniversary w cwsana 💗 also this is HEAVILY based on the selection by kiera cass! but id like to specify that only the basic premise is the same!! storylines and characters are all different !

taglist: open!!!

send an ask to be added :)

TABLE OF CONTENTS !!!

PROFILES… ONE TWO THREE

01: applications.

02: haunted houses and suits?

03: Awks green rooms…

04: i walk like na na na

05: the little victorian boy outfits

06: closure?

07: dance with me

08: an invitation

09: meet me in the dining hall

10: kingdom sports day (get it cause…)

11: mc sakura ftw!!

12: niki or riki?

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bichaeng · 2 years ago

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LATTE ART ♡

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features : fashiondesginer! minghao x barista! femreader

includes : twice’s chaeyoung, le sserafim’s yunjin , aespa’s ningning , seventeen’s jun + seungcheol + vernon

genre : strangers 2 lovers , brother’s best friend , best friends little sister , fluff , drama , secret dating

about : minghao only loves two things lattes and fashion , y/n only loves two things lattes and minghao. What happens when minghao starts to love y/n? Now, add a protective older brother and what do you get? Latte Art ♡

warnings : fighting , food , swearing

status : ongoing !

updates : every friday ! on hold !

taglist : open <3

→ bichaeng here! I’m so excited for this!! I feel like there aren't enough minghao fanfics on tumblr so I took it upon myself to make one!! I hope you guys like this + make sure to like and/or reblog <33

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profiles - y/n’s minions - the minghao cult -

♡ cafe loco

♡♡ yes y/n

♡♡♡ hell no

♡♡♡♡ ice skating fairy princess

♡♡♡♡♡ him > you

♡♡♡♡♡♡ minghao simp era

♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ y/n simp era

♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ uh-oh

♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ i know something you will never know

♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ we r fucked lol

♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ well isn't this awkward

♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ arcade date

♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ bro code

♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ latte art

ALL DONE

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taglist - @luvsoobs @pinkhwaaa

#LATTE ART #latte art .☕️#→ bichaeng here!#bichaeng's: carebears #kpop #kpop idols #spread kindness #minghao x reader #minghao fanfic #minghao seventeen #minghao x y/n #minghao smau

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seollenda-moved · 3 years ago

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hi can you write an ceo!mina x employee!fem reader where mina has a crush on reader and decides to confess please? thank uu

business executive mina though...whew.

off-limits (employee!femreader x ceo!mina)

CW: bar/alcohol

word count: ~1650

myoui mina was a chief executive of utmost professionalism. her company ran with notorious efficiency–all while being a reputedly great workplace. seemed too good to be true, but the enticement of full benefits and nearly 50% more pay was hard to pass up.

“stupid to pass up,” your coworker dahyun had remarked flatly. “i’ll put in your two week notice if you don’t yourself.”

your first day was being shown around by a brightly friendly assistant. minatozaki sana, she had rattled off quickly, shaking your hand.

“myoui mina sajangnim recruited you herself,” she said, her steps peppy and a tad too fast. the building had all its suitably modern amenities, sleek cubicles and all the trendy cafeterias, rest pods, and a full fitness gym. “that’s why you’re getting a tour from me. you can set your stuff down here and we can take you right up!”

you nodded, only realising that she meant up to the CEO’s office when she stepped into the glass elevator and punched in the code for the top floor. you adjusted your hair and blouse in vain, the glass too transparent and polished to see much of your reflection. instead, the seoul skyline stretched larger and larger below you, setting your stomach a bit uneasy.

“you look good,” your companion chirped helpfully.

the elevator doors slid open smoothly, and sana lead you down the tidy hall, lined by surprisingly warm naturalist artwork. she tapped her keycard by the glass doorway, standing back to let you in. her desk was just in the intermediary area–a surprisingly whimsical corner of pink and white office peripherals.

“mina, she’s here for you!” she leaned down to call into a telecom. the familiarity with which she addressed her boss surprised you.

“send her in.”

the softness of her voice, even over the tinny speakerphone, was another surprise to you. you’d seen photos of her in publications of course; powerful, collected, frankly beautiful.

in person, she was more delicate than her magazine covers. even then, her presence was strong. you tried to recall all the career coaching your ex-coworker-best-cheerleader-dahyunie had put you through. stand tall, project confidence, eye contact. all of that advice seemed a bit silly at the time; what was going to happen, an immediate promotion? or firing, for that matter?

that being said, had you imagined the slight startle in the executive’s eyes when her gaze landed on you? she stood up from her seat, smiling graciously and gesturing to the plush chair across her large, tidy desk.

“welcome, y/n. i just wanted to personally welcome you,” she said graciously, her voice soft and accented. “we’d been searching for someone to take up this position for a while now, and when we saw your profile i knew that you would be just the one we were looking for.”

“thank you,” you said, flashing what you hoped was a measured smile. it was difficult to conceal the renewed wash of giddy happiness. what an opportunity.

“i’ll do my best to prove my worth to your company.”

“oh, i’m sure you will.”

—

myoui mina. of absolute, utmost professionalism.

so why were you running through her head like a childish crush?

she knew there were already curious rumors regarding her increased presence at downstairs cafés and amenities, her more frequent and regular gym visits. and she’d always been hands on, but the check-in and consult meetings had definitely increased in frequency.

did your slight flustering occur because you felt the same helpless attraction that she did, or was it just because she felt railroaded by her fortune 500 boss?

professionalism, myoui.

—

“so who’s the girl?”

mina nearly inhaled her gin and tonic. nayeon cackled at having clearly estimated the right topic. chaeyoung just patted mina’s back until her stifled cough subsided.

but even her more discreet friend couldn’t help her curiosity. “just tell us what she’s like then.”

“yeah, i know you have a type.” nayeon added, sipping her cosmo.

it didn’t take too much to draw a particularly flattering description of you out of mina. chaeng giggled, and nayeon rolled her eyes with a silly grin.

“okay, so clearly you’re whipped. give me her number and i’ll tell her you like her and that you want a date this weekend.”

mina shook her head vehemently, leaning forward to quiet her as if you’d magically appear in their favorite high-end gangnam bar. “what is this, elementary school? she’s…totally off limits anyway.”

“oooh, forbidden?” nayeon waggled her brows. “tell me more.”

“she’s from work?”

chaeng was too good at reading her mind. and nayeon was too good at reading her expressions. maybe she needed dumber friends.

“no way…myoui mina-ssi!”

“like i said, it’s nothing. it’s just a silly crush. she’s pretty!” mina shrugged as if she was over it. “she’s just really pretty. that’s all. you know what you see someone beautiful and you go ‘wow’, and then you’re over them? yeah.”

“yeah except you’ve been like this for at least a week,” chaeyoung rolled her eyes. mina started to feel like she was boxed in by a couple devils on her shoulders.

“you think she’d be into the whole power play thing? it could be so hot if she were,” nayeon trailed off, clearly imagining interesting scenarios. mina’s high-flying heiress friend could have literally anyone she wanted, so mina always found it amusing when nayeon was the one fantasizing about dreamy romances.

(though this was evidently not just dreamy.)

“no, she’s not stupid,” mina shook her head vigorously. “and honestly, i think i’m scaring her. i really should just avoid her until i get it together.”

“you need to get laid.” chaeng patted her friend’s shoulder consolingly. mina slumped over the bar, somewhat defeated.

—

liquid courage.

mina never liked the standard executive’s decanter of whisky, but she kept it out for appearances. she just also kept an expensive bottle of gin next to it.

the winter solstice was approaching, which meant that the sun was starting to set obscenely early. golden hour shone through her floor to ceiling windows, and she leaned against her desk, contemplating the seoul skyline with her second tumbler of gin.

“fuck it,” she finally mumbled under her breath, suddenly hopping to her feet. she threw the last dregs of alcohol back before pressing the pager button on her desk. sana’s voice, cheery but clearly tired, came through the speaker.

“you can go home early tonight, sana-san,” mina said, hesitating just slightly before her next words. “can you send y/n up on your way out though? tell her the elevator code, and that i’ll let her in.”

“oh sure, thanks,” sana said, trailing off. “but i can bring her up before i leave, it’s no issue.”

“no, it’s all right,” mina hoped she sounded nonchalant. “enjoy your friday, it’s been a long week.”

“okay, thank you! enjoy your weekend!” mina could hear the smile in her assistant’s voice as the mic switched off.

and now she waited. maybe just one more sip of gin. the first few minutes of waiting brought growing regret on the ceo. but when the buzzer went off, mina hurried to set down her glass and open the door.

you were dressed in something a bit more professional today, a business-casual blazer over a chic shirt, your hair drawn back in a neat style save for some slightly messier pieces from a full workday. it was late on a friday workday, but you looked completely attentively at mina with eyes that made her stomach flip a bit. you remained standing, a hand resting on a seat back instead.

her cheeks burned hotter, and she realized with mortification that maybe her face had been a bit flushed to begin with.

“sorry to bring you up on a friday afternoon,” mina started, hoping she would figure out the rest of her sentence when she got there. “i just wanted to talk about something–nothing bad about your work or anything!” she added quickly, unraveling some concern in your expression. “um, just something else specifically.”

in another spark of bravery, she stepped around to lean on the desk in front of you, her heartbeat quickening. to her relief, you didn’t appear to step back at all. rather, you shuffled just the smallest bit forward.

“i just wanted to apologize for,” mina struggled to find the appropriate words, all of her previously rehearsed spiel lost to mild intoxication and the rush of the moment. “for maybe coming on a little strong since you joined. i’m not sure if you perceived that i’ve been…seeking out encounters with you.”

“i have, actually.”

mina struggled to read your tone, so she pushed ahead. “i hope you understand that i did not intend anything inappropriate within the professional relationship between you and i.”

she cursed her choice of words. relationship, really? “and i apologize if i’ve ever made you uncomfortable.”

“does this mean we’ll be seeing each other less here?”

mina’s mind stuttered to a confused halt. “hm?”

“in our professional relationship.”

“if–if that’s what you prefer,” she finally managed. “yes, yeah.” so much for chief executive officer, leaving such a decision to her employee. her pulse jumped when, instead of backing out of the room, you drew even closer. she knew that you saw her glance at your lips, saw her knuckles whiten as they clung to the desk behind her. you reached past her for a pen and pad, scribbling something quick and messy.

you tore the page crisply before handing the slip (with your number scrawled on it) to a dumbfounded myoui. she met your small grin with wide eyes.

“if you want something other than our professional one.” you paused while mina’s head finally caught up with what you meant. “if that’s what you prefer.”

“oh. certainly.” she realized the implication of her bold-faced confession too late. you nodded, pleased.

“have a good evening, sajangnim!” you stepped out of the office, leaving mina still collecting herself.

nayeon would never let her live this down.

#twice imagines #mina imagines #twice fanfic #twice #mina #myoui mina #au #submission

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tzuyuscloud · 3 years ago

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Hi, can you do rosé x femreader! hc as them being both idol mcs and being really close to each other on camera and accidentally slip by holding each other’s hands? All fluff please!

It's been a very busy schedule with all of the comebacks. You and Chaeyoung have been spending more time together being that you are both mcs. You stood on the other side of her smiling while staring at her as she spoke into the camera. You couldn't help yourself. She was glowing and the way she present herself made it better.

You felt Chaeyoung nudge your shoulder queuing you that it was your turn to speak. "Oh!" You nervously laughed before you started to speak. As the day went on you continued to mess up your speeches all because you were mesmerized by the beauty beside you. And it didn't help that whenever you spoke she would stare deep into your soul.

Chaeyoung's hand found it's way to your hand, holding onto you. If only life was a cartoon everyone would see fireworks erupt from your head at that very moment. But all they could see was the stupid grin on your face and the very noticeable blush upon Chaeyoung's cheeks. The two of you continued holding hands despite the many groups that saw during each interview and the camera that mostly likely got every scene of you two staring at each other.

"we're definitely gonna be trending on Twitter later" Chaeyoung whispered to you. "Haha yeah"

#park chaeyoung #rosé scenarios #blackpink fluff #rosé x fem reader #kpop gg

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jhmyguardiangel · 5 years ago

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☕️ two shots of coffee ☕️

barista!jeonghan x designer!femreader

category: seventeen days of christmas

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normal. just normal. just another normal day at a coffee shop jeonghan worked at for almost a year. it was days before christmas eve and he was happy about the shop closing just for the day tomorrow.

known as the ‘bae-rista’, he offen made heads turn, not because he was good looking and good at coffee making, but because he was the consultant of troubled kids his age. as a psychology student, he thought his workplace was a good place to put his learning into practice.

the squeaks from the last glass he rubbed with a towel filled was the only sound prominent in the cafe as he readied himself with closing; his other colleagues had already left for the holidays. the glass he was holding barely made its way back to the rack and greeted the ground in pieces. a loud thud, sniffs, unstable movement, and slurred words came from a girl who suddenly barged in. she seemed like someone who had her heart broken, and definitely drunk. luckily in this situation, jeonghan knew what he had to do. he knew who she was, very well, in fact.

“not fair...” she said, her body slopped on the leather seat by the wall. when jeonghan approached cautiously, he spotted a paper on her hand, his eyes widened reading the words ‘flirt, stealer, unsuitable’ and all the negative words he could think of.

he sat across from her, holding a box of tissues.

“get me a beer!” she said, pointing to the coffee machine.

the silver haired boy sighed, it was rather difficult to deal with this certain person. “y/n, you know drinking isn’t the answer.. what happened?”

“they’re doing it again, ‘han..” you said as your eyes welled up, “i- it’s the fifth t-time..”

jeonghan’s eyes softened, he knew you were hardworking when it came to your studies. as much as he didn’t want to admit it, he was partly one of the reasons why you were treated this way.

you’ve been dating jeonghan not for long, it was almost a year. he was a model student that everyone at the university adored. he had everything- good family background, a dean’s lister, excellent grades, a basketball star player, friendly, and extremely good looking.

you on the other hand, were the opposite. that was why people questioned jeonghan’s eye on you. why were you special? why would someone like you- just ordinary- be with someone way out of her league? you’ve had a fair share of discontented stares and whispers from the girls in different courses. don’t even mention the ones in his major.

jeonghan sat beside you, his arms held you around the back to your waist. in the cold weather, this gesture never failed to keep you warm. almost instinctively, you placed your head on his shoulders as you cried softly. your heart melted when he gave you a long kiss on the top of your head. if you had to count, there were probably three long kisses.

“i don’t care what people say about us, y/n.” he carressed your arm, “they only look at you on the surface, but..” you looked up at him, waiting for him to finish his sentence, “but i look at your heart. the inner you, the real you.”

“thank you, han.” you hugged him, “we can’t avoid it, people will say anything. we’ll just have to get on with it.”

oh boy how jeonghan disagreed with that, “no babe, no. i’ve got a better idea.” poking your nose and gave you a mischievous smirk.

———

“jeonghan no!” you stopped yourself from exiting the car, face all covered. his grip on your wrist was amazingly strong and tight. “i’m not going out there!”

“oh come on, you’ve come this far to back out now?” he said with hint of tease, obviously succeeded in his plan. “don’t ruin my dignity!”

it was the annual christmas ball at your university before the holidays. it was fancy one at its best, also an equivalent to a high school’s prom. it was something people in their 20s look forward to.

after that night of your breakdown, jeonghan decided that it was best to give you a makeover. the next day he brought you to a salon, his cousin’s place.

for someone who cared less on appearance, this was new to you. and your boyfriend simply admired the simplicity you had. you were beautiful, but he thought how much more so you’d be if you had put in a little makeup and a fancy dress.

you held back a bit, still not confident in yourself. “i- i don’t know jeonghan.. i’m not used to this.”

jeonghan gave you a sweet smile, “you look beautiful. it’s time to prove those haters wrong. it’ll be alright.”

you smiled shyly, your cheeks turning pink, “keep your eyes on me, okay?” your foot took a step out of the car. “other stares still get to me.”

he smiled and wrapped his arm down your waist, a habit he loved that showed the world that you were his. “trust me, i’ve always had my eye on you since our freshman year.”

as expected, people turned heads to see your boyfriend all dressed up in a white sparkly suit. his angelic features even made professors look at him. students started to greet him and he’d give them a wave.

but what they didn’t expect to see was you.

after observing jeonghan, girls turned their attention to the boys who were gushing about the girl he had his arms around. and they were more than surprised to see you, all dolled up. your white sparkly v-back gown matched jeonghan’s suit, with silver jewels and diamonds surrounding it. your hair was dyed in a lighter brown, curled on the fringe area, and a snowflake hairpin attached to your loose, low bun.

it was definitely a sight.

“is that y/n?” “has she always been this stunning?” “the rumours were fake, she’s an angel!” “ah jeonghan won the jackpot.” “can’t believe i just noticed her now.”

as much as jeonghan loved your get-up tonight, the attention you got from the other guys got him all annoyed and protective of you, so he gave them a slight glare and a fake smile, making them flinch.

“i heard she designed both of their outfits tonight.” chaeyoung, your best friend, purposely said as she walked past the girls who talked trash about you. “no wonder jeonghan loves her.”

the girls just scowled and continued on.

finding a spot inside the halls, jeonghan turned to you, and the smile you had on your face made him awestruck. his felt his ears heat up and immediately hugged you to hide himself.

“jeonghan?” your confused self hugged him back. “is everything-“

“i love you.”

you paused, it was the first time any of you say those three words.

“now you say it.” he stared into your eyes.

“i love you, too.”

jeonghan squirmed and made giddy noises, taking your hand in his. “let’s celebrate.” holding a glass.

“i thought drinking isn’t good in the winter?” you smirked.

“i know. so.. in honour of the first thing we bonded over...” he ducked his lips, before handing you something that made you both laugh. “two shots of coffee?”

“i’ll be glad to.” you kissed his cheek. “cheers?”

“cheers.”

#seventeen scenarios #seventeen imagines #jeonghan #seventeen fluff #seventeen au #yoon jeonghan #jeonghan scenarios #jeonghan fluff #jeonghan oneshot #jeonghan fanfic #jeonghan drabbles

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biscuitblinkeu · 2 years ago

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One Last Time

Very much Angst

Park Chaeyoung x Fem!reader -> Requested

Prompt: Reader gets in a car crash that’s fatal, and Rosé refuses to believe your gone forever despite what everyone tells her. Reader can’t bare to watch her live on like that, so she visits her one last time.

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“Thanks for agreeing to pick me up this late,” you spoke to BLACKPINK’s manager as you got in the car, “I had to wait till they were all out doing something and wait till my kids were gone so I’d have time to do this.”

The woman in the driver’s seat, Haebom, just laughed in response. Haebom was the manager of the girls, and also a close friend of yours. When you met Rosé you got to know Haebom along the way.

“So,” she began, backing up from the parking lot, “what are you getting for them? Knowing you, you’ll go overboard.”

“Well, they all want something to do with fashion or video games, small gifts on the side. But as for Chae, I’m gonna get her a gift for our anniversary— and I don’t go overboard.”

“You do, but I won’t argue. They’ll love anything you get them, especially that wife of yours.” You hummed, looking out the window. Haebom drove down multiple streets, turning multiple times but you couldn’t help but notice the same car still behind you.

There was a pit in your stomach as you continued to watch the car. You didn’t want to jump to the conclusion you were being followed because the car you were in was heavily tinted, so what were they doing?

“I think someone’s following us.”

“What? Who?” She kept her eyes on the road.

You squinted, trying to make out the writing on the car following you. “It’s the paparazzi.”

“They must've seen you come out. I’ll try to lose them, we’ll just have to take a detour.”

They stay on your tail stubbornly, unfortunately. Your driver takes a turn once the light is green, but the next thing you know you're being jerked sideways by another car crashing into you.

That simple jerk would’ve been all you got, but no, the car was speeding and it was one of the bigger cars. Your car flipped over and skidded on its roof, hitting the railings of the road blockers.

It’s all a blur from there. Your manager took the blunt side of the hit, so she was able to call emergencies before passing out herself. You were transported to a hospital not long after.

“She’s got internal bleeding—”

“Trauma to the head, get the—” You wish the ringing in your ears would go away. You faded in and out of consciousness as they put you on a stretcher with wheels, the bright lights of the hallway made your head hurt even more. You seemed to be hooked up to some type of a breather.

All this is happening while the four eat dinner, celebrating Blackpink and how far they’ve gotten in life, until Chaeyoung gets a call.

She excuses herself and walks to the restaurant entrance and answers the phone. It’s from an unknown number.

“Hello?” She speaks. She hears shuffling on the other line, “Is this Mrs. Park? Chaeyoung Park?”

“Yes I am. Who is this calling?” It's then when she feels a sort of dread growing in her stomach.

“We found your number in Mrs. (Y/n)’s emergency contacts— I’m sorry to say this, but she’s been in a car accident, we have her at the hospital now—” She almost drops her phone. She feels sick.

The next thing she knows she’s sprinting back to the table to grab her purse, all the while tears are coming down her face. “Rosie? What’s wrong? What happened?” Jennie starts to stand up, so do the others.

“(Y/n), hospital—she’s— I have to go.” That’s all she chokes out. They leave the restaurant (not without paying the bill) and get in the car.

“Chaeng, what’s going on?” Jisoo rests a hand on her knee.

“The hospital called me, from emergency contacts on (Y/n)’s phone— they said she got into a car crash.” She cries, and the other girls start to worry now. The car ride is filled with reassurance to Chaeyoung.

They get there quickly nonetheless.

Chaeyoung practically sprints to the reception desk, leaving the girls fumbling to get out the car.

“(Y/n) Park? I’m her wife— the other three about to come in are her friends.”

The guy gives her the room number fast, sensing the urgency. He also had a feeling he would get his head bite off if he took longer.

She makes it to the room and steps in to see doctors fussing over you. They step out a minute later, recognizing Chaeyoung. And in doing this, they clear her view, allowing her to see you.

You looked awful. There was dried blood on the white sheets. You were hooked up to various wires and tubes to try and stabilize your breathing and keep you comfortable. A tube is placed down your nose and another leads into an IV drip. A heart monitor sits beside your bed, and you’re hooked up to a few other monitors. A bandage covers most of your forehead.

She takes a seat in the chair next to your bed and holds your hand. Her knee bounces as she fights the urge to wake you up.

A little later the rest of the girls come in, out of breath. They, too, frowned and felt tears prick their eyes at your state.

As if sensing the mood in the air you began to stir. You smiled when your vision cleared up and you were able to see Chaeyoung. “Hey..”

“Thank god you're awake.” Chaeyoung ran a thumb along your bruised knuckles.

“You're gonna stay strong for us, right?” You heard Jisoo’s voice. You nodded with reluctance. You had a feeling.

“But…what if I don’t get out of this? I mean, everything hurts…and you hear what the doctor said; it might take a miracle. I think I already used mine up because I have you and the girls in my life.” You tried to joke. Tried to give them an inkling that you weren’t gonna make it.

There was silence after you talked. Your wife broke it.

“You promised— remember?”

“Yeah, I remember. And I will always keep it.” Even if that means you’re not physically here. She grips your hand tighter, praying you’ll be okay.

You know you won’t, because laying here in this hospital bed, all you feel is pain. In your heart and bodily.

You no longer felt anything in your legs, then it went upwards. Your body slowly began to shut down. Then it was hard for you to keep your eyes open, so,

“I love you so much, and I’m…sorry.”

Your words rang in her head, deafening everything going on around her. Why are you talking like you're not going to make it? Like you’re breaking the promise you made?

Chaeyoung failed to notice the way your grip on her hand went limp. Failed to see that the electrocardiogram machine indicating your heart rate had gone flat. Failed to notice the way her best friends began to sob and break down. Failed to register and feel that someone had pulled her into their embrace, a wet liquid dripping onto her neck.

She didn’t understand why you sounded like that—

Chaeyoung failed to recognize anything, until she was back at home lying face down on the cool marble kitchen countertop after downing a bottle of wine. Which was strange to her because she barely drank unless it was a special occasion. She began to open another before pausing.

Where were you? You never would have let her drink that much. Maybe you were upstairs in the bedroom.

Yeah.

So she made her way upstairs, albeit wobbly. She wondered what worried look you’d have on your face this time. Or maybe you’d be disappointed. Or maybe you were asleep, she’d just curl up next to you if you were.

She opened the door to your shared bedroom and turned the light on. Her brows furrowed in confusion because you weren’t there. The bed looked untouched; wrinkle free and made up. So she called Jisoo, who picked up two rings later.

“Hey,” she began, and Jisoo picked up the slurring in her voice. “Are you drinking?” Jisoo’s voice sounded pitiful, small— not like she would sound normally.

“Correction, was drinking. But do you know where (Y/n) is? She’s not here and she’s not picking up her phone,” she let her words linger for a bit before feeling the need to add, “I miss her.”

Jisoo didn’t answer so she spoke again. “Are you still there?” She heard a sigh from the other end,

“Chae…she’s gone.”

“What do you mean? What are you talking about?” She tried to laugh it off, but it was hard because Jisoo sounded serious.

“She died today, in a car crash. Don’t you remember?”

“This isn’t funny Jisoo. I know she’s out with Jennie or Lis—” She broke off. It was like something she’s been repressing— something she was trying to forget, came back; to bite her in the ass and say,

Wake up.

Her hands began to tremble and as she brought them to her mouth, she noticed her lips doing the same. Hot tears shed down her cheeks,

“Mrs. Park, you need to calm down!”

“No, I won’t! You’re lying you’re lying you’re lying,” her head shook rapidly with every word. She had backed herself into a corner of the white room, the smell of antiseptics with undertones of the artificial fragrance contained in the soaps and cleaning supplies filled her nose bitterly. The smell of a hospital.

Her members, well one of them: Jisoo, tried to get her to calm down. The other two were on their knees crying.

“Why do you insist on telling me my wife is dead? She’s not! She’s laying right there, she’s sleeping, she’s just—” She knows better.

Her breaths were ragged and her eyes burned from the coming of tears.

“Chaeyoung, please. We need you to calm down. It hurts me seeing you like this— you have to be strong for those two.”

She pressed herself more into the wall, wishing it would open up and hide her. The walls felt like they were closing in on her. “Don’t tell me what to do—I don’t want to listen, not right now. I need space, please. I need—” Her breathing started to pick up.

Jisoo tried again, softer, “Chaeng…”

“No!” She shouted. She so desperately needed space.

Chaeyoung’s breathing was getting worse and she was hysterically waving her hands around as she made rapid movements. Jisoo’s eyes widened upon seeing Chaeyoung suddenly cover her chest with her hands, clawing at where her heart was.

“(Y/n)’s gone! (Y/n)’s gone! She’s gone! But she promised! She promised me she would forever be with me! She promised, but she left me!”

Her breathing was irregular and she was struggling to breath, clawing at her chest and throat as she struggled to stay afloat. She was spiraling. She was panicking.

You were gone.

Jisoo immediately stepped forward and grabbed her wrists, pulling her hands away from her throat. Lisa and Jennie watched with heavy hearts seeing her like this. It felt like they were losing her too.

“Chaeyoung, listen to me. She may be gone but—”

“No! No! No! No! No! You're lying! You’re lying! She’s not—” Chaeyoung’s voice was filled with pain and tears were streaming down her cheeks as she stared at Jisoo, violently trying to pull her wrists out of Jisoo’s grip. “Let go! Let go! I need— I need space— I can’t breathe, please—” She felt a pinch in her neck, and then she fell limp in Jisoo’s arms. Her pleads became quiet before they came to a stop, and her eyes slipped closed. The doctor had put her to sleep; while Jisoo was trying to calm her down, the doctor had snuck up with a syringe.

“Jisoo,” she whispered, having remembered. Chaeyoung began to sob and she could hear Jisoo sniffling on the other end.

“You're going to hurt for a long time, us too. But we’ll always be there for you, okay? Let us know if you need anything, we’ll come over in a heartbeat.”

“Thanks. I love you guys.” And then the call ended.

Chaeyoung flopped back on the bed. She felt everything and nothing. She was in pain, but numb at the same time.

What was she going to tell her kids? Probably the cliche, ‘your mom went on a trip and won’t be back for a long time, but you’ll see her again’. If she didn’t stick with that, she had at least a week to figure it out since her kids were with relatives.

Chaeyoung didn't sleep that night, because the only thing she saw when she closed her eyes, was you in pain.

The next day started with a bunch of phone calls from family and friends saying how sorry they are. Then it was your funeral, she hated how fast it came. It felt rushed to her. They even let her hold your hand; it was cold. You looked peaceful, but would you still be, knowing she was living like this?

As she watched your casket lower into the ground and heard her kids crying next to her, it was like a message, cruel and unchangeable: this was reality.

Wake up.

(A piece of her got lost that day.)

But despite deep down knowing you were gone— that part of herself she buried, she’ll live in denial— she acts as though you were still here. Still here with her.

The doctor says it’s a coping mechanism…

Everyday, when she cooks, she makes an extra plate. Most of the time it’s your favorite dishes. She places it where you usually sit.

Pathetic.

She eats. Silverware clinking against the plate but she refuses to look up. Refuses to see, to accept that you're not there. That you're not in your chair, eating with her.

The pinks came over with her kids one day and saw her do this when she cooked for everyone. Your daughter asked who the extra plate was for and got silence in return. That’s when they realized it was for you. The atmosphere quickly became, well, gloomy. Chaeyoung pretended to be oblivious to it but Jisoo had enough.

“Dammit Chaeng,” Jisoo said under her breath, getting up abruptly and grabbing her hand, “where are we going?” Chaeng asked as they walked to the car.

“To see a doctor.”

The doctor says it’s a coping mechanism.

Chaeyoung had stopped doing that, she didn’t like making the girls worry about her like that. She turned to more…normal things.

She would talk like she was talking to you. Not in public, but in private settings. She'll tell you how she’s doing, how her day went, how she’s feeling. She sits in her bed, a photo of you in her hand. She hoped you were able to listen.

Unbeknownst to her, you always did.

She starts with a simple, “I miss you.” Then,

"Lisa and Jennie are just as bad, but Jisoo…I know she’s hurting more than all of us. She's hiding the pain, trying to be strong for us." she starts up again, turning herself sideways and tucking her legs in close to her chest, her head rests against the pillows, "and your family…telling them what happened was terrible. I feel terrible because I can't give them more closure."

Chaeyoung starts to sniffle. "But I'm barely hanging on, (Y/n)."

"I don't feel like eating or doing anything….it’s awful,” she sets the picture in her lap and covers her face, allowing her head to push back against the pillows. Her muffled cries bleed out into the night, echoing among the quiet.

"I've barely gotten out of bed or left the house these past few days. I thought things would get a little easier after your funeral, but it's only been harder, and I’d like to say having Hank back is helping me, but I’m not sure anymore. It’s like he knows you're gone too." Her voice is laced with unprocessed grief.

You can only watch. Unbeknownst to her you sit next to her, your hand barely touching hers. If you moved it anymore, it might go through her. She couldn’t see, feel, or hear you.

“Is there anything I can do? I don’t care what the price is, I just want to feel her.” You were close to crying yourself as you asked your Guide.

Your Guide, Jessica, a worker in the afterlife field is trying to help your soul pass on to the other side happily. But you can’t be happy knowing what Chaeyoung and your family and friends are going through.

“Well, first of all there’s no ‘price’ you need to pay, this isn’t one of those things. I can only do so much, but I think, if I get permission from the higher-ups I can make you…unghost-like for a limited period of time.”

“Please. I’d like that.”

“It’s gonna take some time though, I’m unable to do it right now,” her voice echoed, “that’s fine,” you replied.

Chaeyoung, having drained herself, lay on her side curled up. You wrapped your arms around her. She cried herself to sleep, like she did every night. You felt every sniffle and shake of her body. It was a cycle, her crying herself to sleep only to feel worse in the morning.

Jessica gets in touch with you again the next day in the late afternoon. You watch as Chaeyoung makes dinner for herself.

“I got permission. But you only have twelve hours, that’s all I could get out of them. That’s half a day.”

“That’s more than enough, thank you so much.” She hums.

“You have three minutes till you're alive again, so I’d think of a game plan or you might just scare her to death. Oh, and it hurts a little, the process. Make the most of your time, good luck.”

You hid in a closet, having it cracked open so you could see Chaeyoung still. Then after three minutes you felt a buzzing pain throughout your whole body, similar to being pricked by needles, and then it stopped. You touched the wall to check, and your hand didn’t go through, it was solid.

You stumbled a bit apon moving your leg. You have to get used to your body weight now. This alerted the white and golden brown bundle of fur laying in his dog bed. His ears immediately perked up and he strutted to the closet door. He starts to bark at it and you hold your breath in fear.

Hank, go lay down.

Chaeyoung drops another piece of beef in the pan before telling Hank to quiet down. She reached for a bowl and opened the rice cooker.

Hank tries to pry the closet door open and now you think he can smell you. His claws scratch at the door and you really don’t want Chaeyoung to come over here and open the closet. So you open it a little more, allowing Hank to wiggle in. Much to your horror, he barks. You scoop him up in your arms trying to shush him.

In a span of 15 seconds, just about everything that could possibly go wrong, goes wrong.

Hank continues to bark, his tail wagging incredibly fast, hits the lightweight closet door. Pushing it open. He doesn't heed Chaeyoung’s command for him to quiet down this time. You put him down just as Chaeyoung turns around to see what's going on.

She locks eyes with you, and in an instant she's on the floor.

You panic and mutter a curse before plopping Hank back down and running to her. He follows you obviously, happy as ever.

You waste no time in carrying her over to the couch. You rush back to the sink and wet a rag before returning to her side, brushing some hair out of her face.

“Oh, baby,” you pat at her forehead and neck, “I didn’t mean to scare you like that.”

It takes about a minute for her to gain consciousness again, but when she does she jumps away from you and is on the floor again. Thankfully, conscious this time.

She’s shaking and her eyes are wide like saucers. “This is a dream,” she repeats like a mantra before slapping her face and pinching any available skin on her arms. That didn’t wake her up. This “dream” if it is that, is only proving to make her sadder.

“You….how?” Her gaze trails all over you, like she’s trying to burn you in her memory. How was it possible you're standing in front of her and she’s not dreaming?

“It’s a long story, but I have time to tell you.”

She nods, “okay. okay.” she allows you to take her hand and you sit on the couch.

“I’ll start at the beginning.”

You told her how after you died in the hospital bed you became, in your terms, a spirit or ghost-like. You explained to her how you met Jessica,

You could only watch as Chaeyoung broke down. It was like you were watching yourself in third-person. You cried along with them, wondering why you're stuck here.

Your hands were see through, plasma like. And you felt light as a feather. You’d probably try and see if you could float it you weren’t so heartbroken.

You heard footsteps, thinking another doctor was going to come in the room, but it was instead people in suits, with the same ghostly aura as you. From there you met your Guide. You were asked to choose who you’d like to visit, because you were an unhappy soul. You chose your wife.

You told Chaeyoung, who has now moved into your arms, that you’ve been listening to her. Sending her signs, little things to make her day a little better. And by the end of your talk she was reduced to tears. You kissed her forehead,

“I’m allowed twelve hours with you. And then I’m assuming I’m going to pass on after that.”

“I don’t want to be…selfish, but only twelve? Though, I’m happy you’re here.” She sniffles.

“Yes. Right now is all about you, it’s your call. Did you want to finish eating?”

She began to shake her head. She doesn’t wanna waste time. You stopped her.

“Love, you need to eat. Ramen noodles and takeout aren't the best things to eat everyday. I’m here to make sure you take care of yourself, after all.”

She sat in the kitchen eating while watching you play with Hank. It makes her heart ache, knowing this really is the last time, but it aches in a good way.

She finishes eating rather fast and is quick to put her arms around you again. You were warm. She’ll miss holding you the most.

“Why don’t we go to the bedroom, hm?” You suggest. Though Chaeyoung refuses to let go of you, so you two waddle up the stairs and into the bedroom, her back hugging you the whole way. Hank follows.

You plop down on the bed, holding your arms out for her. She dives into your embrace, “Movie?” she mumbles. You turn on a show that you were binge watching together. Hank curls up at the end of the bed.

It’s two episodes later, with you massaging Chaeyoung’s scalp, when you notice she’s falling asleep. She tries to fight it, occasionally moving around or asking you things, but it's not very effective. Everything is catching up to her, and you massaging her scalp makes her more tired.

“Chae, want to take a nap? You're tired.” She shakes her head and you know it’s her not wanting to waste the time you have left.

“I’ll wake you up, promise. I want you to sleep for at least four hours. I’ll be here the whole time.” She agrees, reluctantly. She moves so that now her head rests on your chest and she lays on top of you. Then she fell asleep, free of tossing and turning.

True to your word, you woke her up in four hours. Your version of waking her up goes like; butterfly kisses all over her face. Her tired and swollen features are returning to normal.

She wakes up with a smile; relieved because you're still here and nostalgic because you really did always wake her up like this. She rolls to the side, and you face her.

Barely-dormant tears now brim again, threatening to spill at any second. "You’d still be here right now if I never went out. You’d still—" She starts, blaming herself.

"Stop. Don't think like that," you soothe, wiping her tears away. "We have no idea what would've happened if I did or didn’t, and getting caught up on the what-ifs isn't going to solve anything. Just know that none of what happened is your fault."

"You have to let go of all this pain," you whisper softly, letting your eyes track all over her face. You'll never get tired of seeing her. She’s beautiful, "and I'm not asking you to forget about me or be okay with what happened, but I need you to accept it and start moving forward."

“That’s easier said than done,” she snarks, instantly regretting it when you tense up.

"All this grief you feel," you continue, "is love that has no place to go. Please don't waste it on this; use it to make all kinds of happy memories. Live every second you've got left to the fullest and tell me about all of it when we meet again."

Some tears fall from your eyes now as well, and you're a bit shocked because you didn't expect to have that ability anymore. Chaeyoung wipes them with her palms before holding your face in her hands. You melt into her touch; you’ll miss her embrace more than anything.

"I have no idea how I'm going to do this without you, (Y/n), but I'll try, okay? I'll do all the things we wanted to with the kids and probably cry the whole time. I’ll live on days and see things that’ll remind me of us and wonder if you’d think the same. I'll do it because I love you, not because I think it'll be easy." She finishes and you smile at her.

“About six hours.” You inform and she nods. Her eyes drop to your lips before meeting your eyes again shyly. She wants nothing more than to kiss you again.

"Will...will you kiss me?" It sounds silly saying it out loud. The question itself sounds ridiculous and even she finds it stupid. You're her wife for god’s sake!

You lean down until your noses are brushing and she feels your lips press against hers. It’s soft, warm. So very delicate. And that’s the thing with your kisses: They’re always so gentle, but they also hold a lot of passion and love. They make her melt.

As soon as you part from her lips Chaeyoung is pulling you back in, kissing you deeper. Her hands roamed. She needs to imprint you this moment in her mind, to remember every feeling and sensation, and pushes away the reality of your impending departure. And she does so as if it’s her last.

One last time.

A/N: 4500+ words! Lorddd

#fanfic #blackpink #fem reader #biscuitblinkeu #blackpink x reader #chaeyoung x fem!reader #chaeyoung x femreader #rosé x fem!reader #rosé x reader #biscuitrequest

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biscuitblinkeu · 2 years ago

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I’ll Make You Feel Like Heaven, [5]

Park Chaeyoung x Fem!reader

Warning: Suggestive

Word Count: 1644

I absolutely had to use this gif. This chapter, not proud of it but I have to write up to the title, bring on the drama. 🥁

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The fact that Rosé wants you— is something you're not even able to consider properly with your clothed core grinding against Rosé’s bare thigh.

“Fuck, darling. You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on.”

You hear Rosé’s words coming in short gasps. It turns you on even further. Everything feels so nice, so damn right that you can’t bring herself to care anymore. When Roseanne tongues the sensitive marks on your throat, you clench hard.

“Such a good girl.”

You feel her tongue deep inside your mouth before you realize that you're moving. You mewl against her mouth, your eyes shut close as you take in the relentless waves of pleasure that shoot through your body. It’s all too much and too little.

Your sounds were music to her ears. Every time you moaned, she did right along with you. Your pleasure was her pleasure.

You begin to thrust in time with Rosé guiding your hips, feeling like you need to thank Rosé for helping you find the perfect pace with her steady hands. You want to thank her for making you feel so, so fucking good.

A burning fire sets low, and it grows impossibly grand. You feel it tying and tying and want to cry out in desperation. Your pleads fall right against her demanding lips. “Please, please… Please, Rosé.”

You don’t even know what you're asking for, too caught up in her, she seems to know though. With just a slight change in the way she angles her thigh, Rosé continues to guide your hips. The shift hits perfectly, just there, right where you needed it. You hear your occasional moans, increasingly getting louder as the coil in your stomach tightens.

“It’s okay.” She reassures, sucking at your tongue for another moment. “Come for me. Show me, baby. I want to see how beautiful you look undone. I want to see it all.”

You don’t need any more convincing after that.

As if wired to Rosé’s firm orders, your body lets go in a powerful release that has you high for a few minutes. When you come down, you feel Rosé’s lips catch a few tears of pure overstimulation falling from your eyes.

You’re panting, damp, and bashful. Your head falls almost shyly on top of her shoulder and you take deep breaths in.

Now what? You couldn’t help but think.

Rosé keeps holding you, waiting. Her hands run along your back almost soothingly, and then she begins to fix your clothes in a surprising display of care. When her knuckles grazed against your underwear, you jolted. “Sorry.” She apologizes.

“Come home with me.” It wasn’t a question, more so a demand. Rosé wasn’t done, that much was obvious with the way she was looking at you. She wanted to make you feel like heaven.

Luckily for you, you didn’t have to walk past the table with Rosé. You think you’d turn into a turtle and hide in your shell if you had to. The marks on your neck aren’t subtle at all and surely the girls would put two and two together. You took the back entrance to her car.

Of course she drove a Mercedes Benz. She opened the passenger door for you before getting in herself. Rosé put on the radio at a low volume and then you were on your way. Your hands on eachother someway or another, whether it’s her holding your hand or your fingers trailing up her thigh.

You pulled up to a building tower. In the lobby, Roseanne handed her keys to the desk man before leading you to an elevator. You went to the top floors, walked down a hallway and she opened the door to her place.

Roseanne watches you look around. She sees the way the corners of your lips turn up ever so slightly when you notice something you like or that intrigues you. She sees how the lights of the room add even more of a sparkle to your eyes, how your long lashes meet every so often.

You loved her place, it was beautifully designed. The place was very much like her. It was open spaced, the only wall really creating a room was glass, and it led to a staircase. The lights were dim, complimenting the nude color scheme. Very modern furniture.

She takes your hand and leads you upstairs silently. Throwing her coat on a desk chair when you enter the room. A king sized bed is centered by the wall, gray and white bedding, the frame is surrounded with soft white ambient lighting. There’s a large bookcase to the side of the wall, filled with law books and others.

You look at the future pictures she has in her room. One, a younger version of herself and what looks like a little boy. The other, a family portrait— ripped in half, leaving her and the little boy again. You furrowed your brows, confused.

“Rosé, why is this picture ripped?” You held it up to her, watched how her eyes hardened, turned cold before bringing it down, but the damage was done. “Nothing you need to know about.” She snapped, immediately regretting it when you flinched.

You blanched. “I’m sorry, it’s just…” None of your business. You placed the photo frame back. Standing in the middle of the room, before deciding to sit on the bed, not knowing what to do with yourself.

Rosé shuffles around some more before turning to you. “Do you still want this?”

“Yes.” Yes, of course you do. Then, she kisses you.

The pace is slow, allowing you to focus on the softness of her lips as you press yours to them. They taste like the wine she was sipping on earlier; rich and utterly intoxicating.

When you part for air, she dips her head down and kisses your neck. The kisses aren't shy in the slightest. They're bold, open mouthed, entirely seductive kisses that are meant to leave you ruinous and put you under her spell. She further asserts this side of herself as she pushes you against the bed, smiling against your pulsepoint at the soft grunt you make in response to the impact.

She pulls back slightly, still leaning over you with her hands gripping either side of your face. “I need to feel you.” Desperation evident in her tone. When she speaks your gaze is zeroed in on her swollen red lips. When you nod, she surges forward and kisses you again as her hands go to the zipper of your dress, quickly unzipping it and letting it fall to the floor, eager to feel you. Goosebumps span out across your skin in response to the cold air, going noticed by her as her wandering hands feel them. She rolls her hips, causing you to gasp.

Rosé pulls back to look into your eyes. A dominance shines in hers, but it's soft. She'd never make you do something you're uncomfortable with. Light from one of the nearby lamps casts a hazy glow on her, making her even more ethereal.

You tug on her dress, wanting it off because you want to feel her too. When it’s off; black lace. You gape and your mouth runs dry as you drink in the sight of her, letting your eyes take their time in admiring every inch offered up. A smug smirk rests on her lips, though truth be told she feels giddy to have you looking at her in such a way.

“You’ve so pretty, Rosé.”

She blushed. And It was the oddest sensation. She wasn’t used to blushing, and your comment was very honest, not meant to embarrass her or anything— and yet she could feel the warmth on her cheeks. No doubt you noticed.

You pull her back, lips pressing together in a slow dance. Everything was all too much— having her against you like this. Rosé slides down to her knees, now kneeling in front of you. Heat blossoms on your face at the sight. You stare at her with parted lips, anticipating her next move.

Cautiously, to test the waters, she reaches a hand out, allowing it to stroke the back of your calf. Your eyes close at the sensation, reveling in the feeling of her slightly chilly fingertips against you. You let her continue. She moves in closer until her front is hovering in between you, but far enough away for her to still be able to get a good look at you If she peers up.

Her breath fans across your thighs, steady and tantalizing. Your head gently lulls back when she brings her free hand to your other leg, sliding it further up until it reaches the back of your thigh. You tremble slightly, and so she leans forward to press a soothing kiss to your hip. The action in itself— caring and attentive— shocks her, though she doesn’t dwell upon it.

She tongues and nips at the inside of your thighs. "Shit," you curse quietly, causing her to grin. You're so sensitive to your touch that she can't help but get a confidence boost from it. She tugs at your underwear, and well, from there it’s all a blur.

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You lay in Rosé’s arms, fast asleep. She studied your features, tracing her hands along the shape of your eyebrows, nose, cheekbones, lips, eyelids— anywhere. Once again, her heart pounded against her chest. Rosé sat up and ran a hand through her hair. She could only think,

Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.

Stupid for sleeping with her plaintiff? No, she could care less about that. (Even though she strides for professionalism, you seemed to be the exception.)

Seeing you like this reminds her of what she could have. You. But she can’t have you, or Nala. She’ll fuck everything up, everything good that ever happens to her in a relationship— she can’t do that to you. It’s best to stop this. Stop it before it gets out of control.

Even if it means hurting you.

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The Past Stays in The Past [6]

Park Chaeyoung x Fem!reader

Warnings: Lowkey Sad

Word Count: 2085

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All good things come to an end. A message Rosé knows all too well.

In the past,

When her mom found someone, married him and had a child. Her mom was happy. Rosé tried to be happy. She was at some point, when her brother was born. Her brother was the ball of sunshine in her dull life, she loved him.

Eun was born when she was twelve years old.

Rosé sat outside the room her mother was in currently going through labor. Her stepfather had kicked her out, saying her anxious state wasn’t helping anyone. She could hear her mothers moans of pain and her stepdad encouraging and soothing her.

She sat in the hallway for a while, eventually losing track of time till a nurse invited her back in. She stood by the door dumbly, watching her stepdad and mom coo over the baby boy in her mom’s arms. She felt out of place, thought maybe they forgot her. That is until her mom looked up and beckoned her over with a smile.

“Roseanne? What are you doing standing over there? Come meet your brother.”

She pulled up a chair on the other side of the hospital bed. “What will you name him?” She asked, not knowing what to do with her hands. She wanted to touch him, compare his tiny feet and hands to her own hand.

“Eun.”

Eun had dark brown hair like her and her mom, his facial features a mix of her parents. She repeated his name to get the feel for it. She loved it. Eun reached out for her, making grabby motions with his hands and babbling incoherent things. She let him hold her thumb, cooing at him.

Two years later, highschool started for her. To quote, unquote her mom, “grind time”. She had no sense of privacy anymore, which only got worse her junior year. Rosé didn’t have any friends due to her mom deeming most of them unworthy. For her to have a friend: they couldn’t be a boy, had to have amazing grades, excel in school.

Rosé remembers confronting her mom about this.

“You go through my things, dictate what I want to do. I can’t do anything.”

“I don’t go through your things.” Rosé almost scoffed at her mom.

"Don't you?"

Deadpan, her mom said. "You make me sound like some kind of horrible, meddling mother."

Her stepdad snorted. She appealed to him, but he threw up his hands and said, "Hey, I'm out of this one."

Her mom urged another spoonful of slop(vegetables) into Eun’s mouth. The four-year old gagged, looking at her for help. "I trust you to make your own decisions, honey. I know you’ll do the right thing. You always make me proud."

She remembered tears filling her eyes. She charged up the stairs, and screamed inside.

When? When, Mom? When have I ever made you proud? This is what she asked herself.

If she works her butt off to get straight A's, she’s not taking hard enough classes. If she runs a personal best, she should've chosen a sport where her best would be good enough to win. She should get a better job, better friends, a better grip on her reality. It was never good enough, it would never be.

Her Mom had looked shocked when she told her she got elected student council president, like she couldn't possibly have achieved anything so impressive on her own. The one choice she’d made in her life that she approved of was Michael.

Michael was one of her economics classmates that asked her out. Tall, handsome, overall a good boyfriend. Her mom wanted them to get married. But she broke up with him when she realized pool noodles weren’t her thing.

Her mom was outraged, of course. Michael had the brains, looks, everything in her eyes. It took awhile for her to accept they were done.

Rosé remembers the time her mom’s footsteps creaked upstairs in her old bedroom. A pang of guilt stabbed her in the gut. She knew why she was so obsessed with her daughter being perfect, going to college. Her mom would've gone if she could have, but she'd dropped out of high school when she got pregnant with her. She had to.

Her mom’s parents kicked her out. She never talked much about those years. They lived in a shelter for a while. Eventually, her Mom got into a program for unwed mothers. Got back on track, and attended trade school and worked as a paralegal.

Rosé admired her, she really did. Her mom has been through a lot. She was strong and independent, much more so than her.

One time, while her mom was pregnant with Eun, she went with her for an ultrasound and she remembered sitting in the doctor's office, her mom leafing through a parenting magazine, both of them cooing over the cute baby clothes. That time, she’d told her she'd regretted having her so young, that she would've been a better parent had she waited and planned.

Rosé tried to tell her she was a great mom, but she didn't think she heard her. Or believed it. She said if she'd been older, more mature, she might've wanted her more.

Words couldn’t hurt more than that.

She squeezed her eyes shut, banishing the memory, the implication. Eun was wanted. She wasn't. She should've been resentful of Eun, and maybe she was, at first. But her Mom shared him with her. It was like they were raising Eun together. She loved that, the teamwork. And nobody could hold a grudge against a baby, especially Eun.

That was the reason for her downfall.

She couldn’t hate him. But she should, she really should. As Eun got older, as the bills got higher, as maintenance got higher, so did tension between her mom and step-dad. They fought, violent words hurled at each other every night. They blamed each other for the stupidest things.

She remembers a six year old Eun crying in her arms as she covered his ears. Reassured him they would stop soon, kiss and make-up. But they didn’t, they never did. It was only till they noticed it was affecting Eun, not her because they didn’t look close enough, did they simmer down.

So one thing led to another— the obvious, divorce. Settlement agreements, court ruling, custody battles— oh, the custody battles, over Eun.

Rosé wondered why it was so hard to have him spend time with each parent equally. Joint custody. But her brother wanted to stay with his sister, he refused to not be in the same house all the time. Which made things complicated. This could’ve been resolved if they would include her, if her father was okay with Eun and her.

That whole court day didn’t get anywhere. Her mom and step dad drove back to the courthouse a week later, without them.

She wished she was in that car heading there with them. If she was she would’ve died along with her mother and stepdad— she wouldn’t have had to experience social care workers showing up at her door, wouldn’t have to witness them take Eun in their car. She wouldn’t have had to sprint down the rainy streets in hope of catching the black car, fall to her knees and sob as she watched him get farther away.

After that, she was all alone. She had lost it all.

Rosé had to go into the foster care system, having no idea if any relatives on her mom’s side were alive. Her mom was adamant on cutting her family out of her life.

The foster care system failed her.

At sixteen years old, the caregivers were more worried about the younger children than her. She was often pardoned and uncared about. Just another teenager they’d have to feed along with the younger kids. When she turned seventeen she was placed in a group home with other teens she was unable to connect with an adoptive family anymore. And before that, foster care parents never chose her, because she didn’t fit in their little mold, and because she was too old— who wants to take in an adult?

On one of her convenience store runs she shopped and then walked outside.

It was raining. Rosé stood under the rain, the rain that reminded her of how her life went downhill. Blankly, she stared up to the sky, cursing at every bad thing that’s come her way, asking herself why she fucks everything up; completely aware people are staring at her. Then,

“You look like you need this.”

She turned to a man leaning on the building a few steps away from her. He was old, his face scarred and pale. He grinned, chapped lips and crooked teeth. Life hadn’t been kind to him, she could tell.

He held a cigarette out to her, trying his best to not let the rain get to it. And she thought, why not?

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When she was old enough and had enough money to move out, she went to college.

She ended up going to college majoring in law. She was expecting to have no friends once again. She could imagine people going “steer clear of stone-face”. But she did meet some friends surprisingly, in her second year.

“Can I sit here?” A voice whispered. Rosé unburied her head from her law books to notice a woman pointing to the seat next to her. The woman had dark hair, almost black, with bangs. Doe eyes stared expectantly at her, the light in them dimming due to her not answering.

The woman opened her mouth, probably to apologize and leave. But Rosé shuffled her books to the side, making more room on the desk space.

“Thank you.” Then she got settled. They both got to doing what they had to do, well, she did. The woman was burning a hole in her side profile with her staring. She turned to her, confused.

“What is it?”

“What’s your name?”

“Roseanne, you?”

“Lalisa, but just call me Lisa.” Rosé nodded, but didn’t return to her books because Lisa seemed to want to say more. Lisa shifted in her chair.

“I’m actually not here to study, I wanted to ask you if you want to be friends? With us?..”

Friends? Rosé thought. Us?

“You seem like you’d be fun to be around,” Rosé looked at her bizarrely, “I mean it. And you're really smart too. I like brutally honest people— that’s a funny thing about you.”

“Okay. Let’s be friends.” She agreed, this was her once in a lifetime chance.

“Cool! Okay— so I have three more people, my friends, who also want to be friends with you.”

Lisa beckoned over two girls in the corner of the library. They walked over with smiles, and Rosé could tell they were polar opposites, all three of them.

What did she get herself into?

After that, she became close friends with the three: Jennie, Jisoo, Lisa. Jisoo graduated one year before Jennie, Jennie one year before Rosé and Lisa. The extra two years Jisoo had to wait for all of them, she built herself a law firm from the ground up and invited them all to work there.

Jennie was the first to find out she smoked occasionally.

“Rosie? You smoke?”

She jumped, startled by Jennie’s voice. Immediately throwing the cigarette to the ground and stepping on it. She turned to her. “Are you surprised?”

Jennie shrugged. “I guess. It’s just surprising. Didn’t peg you for a smoker.” Rosé hummed in response. Jennie joined her, leaning on the railing of the company balcony.

“Will you stop? It’s not good for you.” Jennie asked after a moment.

Rosé eyed the cigarette crumpled on the ground before looking back at Jennie, smiling slightly.

“Yeah. I’ll stop.”

She stopped because it was the first time someone told her too. It was different from the pitiful or nasty looks she got by others. Stopping wasn’t the easiest, but she had her best friends to help.

In the present,

Rosé sat in her office, waiting. Her clock ticked routinely, annoyingly. She wondered if you’d come in early or late today.

Tick Tick Tick

Despite what she did and what she’s planning to do, she felt giddy to see you again.

Guilty.

Tick Tick Tick

Just like she predicted, the door opened. She sat up a little straighter, scooted up to her desk a little more. When she met your eyes , she felt a pang to her heart— and she knew.

All good things come to an end.

A/N: I’m a day late, but I hope you all had wonderful Christmas’s!

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biscuitblinkeu · 2 years ago

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Settlement Agreement [2]

Park Chaeyoung x Fem!reader

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Today is not your lucky day. What were the odds the woman you spilt coffee on earlier was your lawyer? (A beautiful one at that.)

Despite her expressionless face and cold eyes, her aloof demeanor, she was attractive: soft but bold features paired with freckles, model-like body proportions, and long (healthy) blond dyed hair. She wore another Saint Laurent outfit; this time a white-dotted black shirt with a black wool blazer, black shorts with a belt, chains, and tights.

She raises an eyebrow at your lack of response before moving further into the room. She sets her bag down, takes a seat, and pulls out a manila folder.

On the other hand, she didn’t know you were her plaintiff. She admits that her first impression was not good; when your coffee burned through her chest, the look you received back was…something. She tries to control her facial expressions but fails horribly most of the time.

It was indeed her fault for standing so close to you, the matters of that won’t be shared for now, though. Her original motive went out the window when you ruined her coat, touched her, and became a nervous wreck. She doesn’t like people like that, they’re tiring.

She feels like you’ll give her a headache— all her other clients did, she’ll have to look into it, maybe it really is a personal problem of hers. Or, that’s what her boss, Jisoo, says.

After shuffling around her folders some more she looks at you, who’s looking anywhere else, your gaze shys away from hers and you fidget uncomfortably in your chair. She lets a minute tick by, a sick part of her enjoying the way you squirm (like a worm). She taps the desk with a manicured nail twice to get your attention.

“Roseanne Park.” She says simply. Now you can put a name to her face.

Roseanne.

“Right. It’s nice to formally meet you.” You get out, your tongue feeling like lead and eyes finally meeting her brown one’s. You had a feeling she knew your name already.

“Likewise.” She nods curtly. Her voice has a mature drawl to it, almost hypnotic.

She opens the folder and flips through the small stack of papers and places one in front of you, “We can start now on filing the divorce papers— that is why you're here, yes?” And she asks this because some people set up appointments and don’t even know what they want to do, thus wasting her time. You nod and she continues, “You’ll have to fill out more forms due to you having a child, but right now we will do only one: your reasons for divorce. Later you will have to attend parenting sessions farther into this case. I suggest getting them over with because it’s a two month period.”

“Okay. Why do I have to go to parenting sessions? Is it required?”

“Yes, and that’s because they are designed to improve your child’s well-being following the divorce, it changes aspects of the way you parent. Divorce can make or break children in between, so even if you and your spouse are good parents, it’s precautionary.”

You look at the form she gave you, typical government papers, lots of boxes and areas you have to write in or on, reasons for divorce. She handed you a pen in case you wants to fill things in as you were talking.

“I guess I'll start telling you about my marriage and reasons for divorce now,” you take a breath and begin, “this would be my fifth year. I actually got married a couple months before I had my daughter. I just never thought I’d be sitting here, about to file divorce papers…” You trailed off, frowning at the paper. You always thought Jaylyn would be the one to break things off, not you.

“The man that I married wasn’t perfect, but he made me the happiest and made me feel loved unconditionally. Well, that lasted until he started—.” Your fingers grip the pen tightly, you didn’t want Roseanne to see how hard you’re trying to hold yourself together. You set the pen down in defeat and lean back in the chair, closing your eyes for a moment.

When you open them again, Roseanne is already staring at you expectantly, patiently waiting for you to continue. She was used to people breaking down talking about marriage, it was common in her field. Usually they’d cry, but you just seemed disappointed, and maybe a bit angry.

With a deep inhale and exhale you clear your throat again. “He got a new job, having gotten promoted, so he moved his work to another building. I don’t really know, or maybe I’m overreacting, but he changed after that,” you thought out loud.

Jaylyn would always talk about his coworkers, what they did, and said. It seemed like he was getting their habits. He started going to bars a lot more, leaving late in the night. He’d order you around before taking it back as if he’d realized what he did. Jaylyn would always have a reason he couldn’t come to family gatherings or Nala’s activities. He was distant, and at some point he started sleeping on the couch; avoiding your affection.

“He started hanging out with his new friends and I was happy for him, really. His other work place was a crap environment. We both knew what our marriage would be like, us both working. But we still tried to make sure our daughter grew up as happily as possible without either of us not around as much. Then he started missing her school plays and her football(soccer) games, lots of other things too. He comes home at random times without notice, he could be gone for a week and then show up, really.”

Roseanne leans back slightly in her chair, “If he’d been in an affair— not saying he was— or something else, would you report him? I need to know so I can make this go as smoothly as possible, but if you don’t want charges I can do that as well; no fault.”

You frown, almost going to shake your head no, but you stopped. You didn’t know. What if he did? What if— no. “I don’t know... There’s no reason for him to have done anything like that. He said he would never in his vows.” You didn’t sound so sure anymore.

“But I feel like I barely know him these past months, I don’t know what he's been doing either.” Roseanne hummed in response. She would put this on hold now and talk it over with Jennie.

“Any reasons why you know he’s not fighting the divorce?”

“Other than the ‘I want to make you happy’ speech…Well, I did play a part. More times than not, I stop talking about the important things and get caught up in trivial, surface level arguments and conversation that usually just go on till I get tired. Or just sweep it under the rug like the rest. I was that girl that dreamed of marriage, like in Netflix shows or not-so realistic movies. I created a ‘perfect’ vision in my head, didn’t have that, and it was just a lot of mitchmatch expectations— which I’m sure pushed my husband away. I became disappointed, and now I’m here. So, that’s probably one of the reasons.” You spoke guiltily, embarrassed, because partially, this was your fault.

She looked at you for a moment, her lips pursed. She seems to consider something before shuffling around in her folder. You think there must be something in your file that she’s looking for or reading, her fingers drum on the table in quick succession. It’s an unconscious habit of hers when she gets curious, an indication she’s about to…blurt out something.

"Why?" She asks suddenly, surprising you.

"What do you mean 'why' — why what?" You asked dumbly.

She looks at you again.

"Why," she repeated before continuing, "you moved from the United States to the UK, why?”

"I...I'm sorry?” You were thrown off by the random question, even more so when you're being asked to talk about the past. Noticing your reaction and her inappropriate question she recalls, “Sorry, I wasn’t thinking when I said that… Do you have any more questions? I’ve asked all of mine for today.”

“Um… How many times do I have to see you?”

“Four times a month is minimal, but depending on how complex your case is, it would be more. Oh, and don’t disclose anything we talked about to your spouse, expect him to do the same.”

You nodded and she looked at her watch. “I think that’s all for today.” You hummed before getting up. You shook her cool hand and walked to the door, halfway out you turned back to her.

“Thank you, have a good day.”

“Yes. You as well.”

You stepped out, and then it hit you. You had no idea what the way back was. You looked down both hallways, looking for a sign to remind you which way you came from…they looked the same. A familiar feeling started to appear, that worried feeling like when you would get lost in the grocery store because your father wasn’t where he said he’d be. You didn’t like feeling lost.

You felt like an idiot standing outside her door, in the empty hallways. As you were about to suck it up and see if you can find your way back, the door opened a crack and Roseanne’s head popped out. She didn’t look surprised to see you still standing there.

You felt heat crawl up your neck as she continued to stare at you. Casually, she stepped into the hallway and stuffed her hands in her pockets before glancing at you. “My apologies, follow me?” Then she started walking, you stood shocked for a few seconds before catching up and walking a little ways behind her due to her strides being bigger and faster. It was a hassle.

When you made it back to where the front desk was, you thanked her again. “Thank you for walking me back, I’m sure I would’ve gotten lost.”

“You definitely would have,” she replied quickly and you tried not to take her comment in a bad way. You expected a remark to follow that, but no. She looked like she was struggling to get her next words out, and eventually, “…tell me if I’m walking too fast next time.” She turned on her heel and left after that, leaving you no time to respond, but she did get a glimpse of your bright smile mid turn.

Roseanne made it down the hallway and took a left before making sure nobody was around and placed a hand to her chest. Her heart, pounding against her rib cage as if she’d sprinted or climbed up steps, was feeling odd. It was foreign. Her heart rate is usually normal, relaxed, never like this— you’ve done something to her.

Her first instinct was to get back to Jennie, because right now she was the closest. She also should be done with her plaintiff. Roseanne knocked on Jennie’s office door, a few seconds passed and Jennie called for her to enter. No one was in her office besides her, just like she suspected. When she stepped inside the attorney gave her a gummy smile, gesturing to the sofa across from her desk to the side of the wall. Roseanne sat down.

“Rosie! I wasn’t expecting you. Usually you call beforehand— not that I mind, what’s up?”

“Something is wrong with me.”

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She Wears Her Words Like Armour [3]

Park Chaeyoung x Fem!reader

Word count: 2752

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Jennie blinked.

Her best friend for the first time in a while— looked scared, and in this, making Jennie worried. Roseanne was always composed, not a fidgeting mess. She always had her shit together. But there was one time she didn’t.

“What do you mean? Are you sick? Don’t tell me you have lung cancer! Rosie, I told you to stop smoking years ago, did you start again?” Jennie’s speech got quicker with each word.

“No.”

“No? No to which of the things I said? You're not giving me a lot to work with here.” Jennie ran a hand through her hair. The possibility Roseanne could be smoking again scared Jennie. Roseanne wasn’t herself at the time she was smoking, she doesn’t want that to happen again.

Roseanne frowned at her cat-eyed friend. “I don’t…I don’t smoke anymore.” She promised her friends she wouldn’t. “But I might be sick? My heart rate is alarming.” She admitted quietly, her voice small.

“So you don’t have lung cancer?”

“Jennie,” Roseanne started exasperated, “for Jisoo’s sake—” Jennie held up her hands defensively, cutting her off.

“Okay, okay. Just making sure. You can’t die on me, who else will listen to me talk about my wife like she hung the stars in the sky or go clubbing with me?” Roseanne rolled her eyes.

“Are you sure you're not stressed out? Maybe you need to go to the gym? You could be tired from walking up the steps.”

“I workout regularly, and I don’t believe I am.”

“I don’t think I can help you then…you got any ideas?” A moment of silence had fallen on the two before Roseanne answered.

“My plaintiff, she’s very…”

“(Y/ln)?” Jennie gasped at the possibility that her friend's heart could possibly be fluttering over you. Roseanne then felt deep regret for coming to Jennie for anything. She watched the cogs turn in Jennie’s brain, hoping she could diffuse anything that’ll come out of her mouth before the word train starts.

“Jennie…”

“Rosie! Do you like her? You know you just met, she’s just getting a divorce too and not to mention—”

“No I don’t.” She doesn’t like wildcards.

“She has a child! But this could be one of those office romance shows, might get down and dirty in the office,” Jennie wiggled her brows, “Oh my gosh! We can finally set you up with someone, I have to tell Jisoo—”

“Do not tell her anything.” Jisoo was most insistent on getting Roseanne with someone. She’s tired of the countless blind dates she comes up with. They never end well and you’d think she’d give up but no.

“And when was the last time you got—” , “I’ll get up and leave right now.”

“No! I swear I’m done.”

“You know, everything you just said is very unprofessional and inappropriate. I don’t have time for romance, romance doesn’t have time for me. I do not like (Y/n). She’s a ball of energy I don’t feel like dealing with.”

“So uptight, I might have to ask Jisoo to lay you off the job for a couple weeks— I’m joking. But how else would you explain your issue.”

“I’m merely…attracted to her.” She says this to shut her cat-eyed friend up, but she had eyes and could see with them. You were attractive, very. But will she pursue this? No. After all, it’s too early to tell, she’s still trying to find out if your personality is attractive too.

“You? Attracted to someone? Hah! That’s new, but good, it's a good thing. I refuse to see you single your whole life. So I’ll grab this information with an iron grip, and call it operation get you la—”

“Lalalalalala, bye Jennie.” Roseanne covered her ears, and simply got up and left, leaving Jennie giggling in her seat. Her friend was cold, as others say; she doesn’t think so. Roseanne’s different when you get to know her under the facade, you’d never believe she was a bit childish, like her show just now.

Jennie sighed before opening messages on her phone, and clicked on the group chat with Jisoo, Lisa, and Nayeon. What a talk they were about to have.

…

You’ve met with Roseanne four times till now, so about a month. The fourth time you met(a week ago) it was decided you’d do parenting sessions early, like she recommended. You hoped it would help you help Nala with the divorce. You’d do anything you could to make sure Nala felt like she still had both parents, even if they weren’t living together.

Roseanne was still…her. Cold, very professional. Anytime you attempted to joke around it was either shut down or that she didn’t understand it. You wondered what she did for fun, maybe watch paint dry. You came to the conclusion she had a staring problem and noticed she had lots of habits; you don’t know if they're considered good or bad though.

The attorney tends to bite her nail or stare distantly when in thought, more times than not she has something to snack on or a piece of candy in her mouth. You thought about asking her to share, to let you have one when Jennie had come in asking for a bag of chips— Roseanne looked highly offended, like the mere thought of sharing her food was beyond her.

When she wants to know something and her curiosity gets the best of her she taps at something— any surface, before bluntly asking her question. It could be inappropriate or just a stupid question, she’ll ask, not caring about how you might react. Then, she excuses herself and apologizes for her slip up. (You think it’s adorable.)

You are walking into CAD, the Children After Divorce building Chichu law firm recommended you. You came alone because Jaylyn was busy today, he’d come with you next time. It’s a small brick and mortar building, the windows big and wide, allowing a lot of light in. Upon walking in, the receptionist immediately stands up, a warm smile on her face.

“Good evening, how may I help you?” Her cheery attitude made your shoulders relax a little.

“Hello, I’m here for the parenting classes?” She takes a moment to think. “Oh! Right this way, Miss. I will get a representative for you.”

She led you past a couple offices and to an open door. “This is the room, just take an open seat at that table where everyone else is sitting. It won’t be long till they start.” She informs you.

“Is that her?” The short bunny-toothed woman whispered, watching as you conversed with the receptionist just outside the doorway.

“I think so.” The woman with bangs replied. Jennie had given the two a half assed description of you.

“Thank you.” You said and the kind receptionist left, leaving you with your nerves. You took a deep breath before walking in, wondering why you were so antsy in the first place. You told yourself everyone in here would be the same to calm yourself down.

The room looked like one of those child recreation rooms, or similar to a daycares waiting room. A rectangular oak table sat in the middle of the room, and not far from that there was a platform where a group of people stood. There was a projector screen and you guessed they would give you a presentation.

Everyone watched as you walked in. You were stunning. Your hair was pulled back neatly in a clip, a couple strands left out to frame your face. You wore a white puffer coat, a black skirt and thigh high socks with UGGs. Your eyes, expressively glanced around the room for an available seat and you sat down when you found one, greeting the man that sat next to you. Apparently they weren't the only ones who thought you were gorgeous; every man in the room sat a little straighter, and a couple of the women smoothed down their clothes or hair, staring at you with wonder. The tall woman stifled a smile, she could see why Roseanne was having a field day with you.

One of the standing women stepped on the platform before clapping to gain everyone’s attention. “Hello, parents! I’m Lalisa, call me Lisa or that, doesn’t matter.” She placed a hand on the shoulder of the woman next to her. “This is Nayeon, she’s a social worker. She has lots of experience with children so she’s the one to ask questions too regarding kids.”

Nayeon smiled politely and waved. Lisa continued. “Next is Koda, Mark, Sana…” She pretty much introduced the others.

After that, Naeyeon proceeded to pass out folders of materials. Papers about government policies and the content that will be covered in each class. The presentation talked about how the divorce impacts children and parents emotionally, and changes in a parent-child relationship. It was about an hour long.

At the end you were pulled aside by Lisa and the bunny-toothed woman for a quick chat. You learned that Lisa was married to the Jennie Kim you had met a month ago.

Later that week you had to meet up with Roseanne for your weekly meeting, to give her updates and such. You chose to see each other at the café instead of her office this time.

Now you sat in at a two person table, scrolling on twitter on your phone while you waited. You ordered yourself hot chocolate this time, wanting to change things up. Ten minutes later a shadow appeared by your feet. A bag plopping down on the floor not long after.

You looked up from your phone just as Roseanne pulled her chair out. “Hello.” She greeted simply.

“Hey. I hope you don’t mind, but I bought you a drink.” Roseanne did her signature curt nod and took the seat across from you, she glanced at the steaming cup labeled black coffee before looking at you again. “I didn’t know what you liked so I just asked the barista.” You said sheepishly.

She loved black coffee.

“Thank you.” She was in need of something to warm and wake her up. She planned to pay you back later. She doesn’t fancy being in someone’s debt. She learned that nothing good ever comes out of it.

“She also gave me a lot of sugar packets to give you.” You slid them over to her perplexed. Usually one who orders black coffee— which has a bitter and strong roast flavor— wouldn’t use sugar because they prefer the taste. Roseanne hummed, ripping a packet open and emptying its contents in her coffee.

You watched, quite horrified, as she put packet after packet into her coffee. She didn’t stop till all six packets were ripped open and emptied; the packets were small, but still…

Feeling eyes on her she met your gaze, your lips were slightly parted. Your gaze held a hint of judgment and a lot of shock. She stirred her coffee using the tiny straw before regarding you. “You’re staring. Why?”

You gestured to the six sugar packet wrappers, “Doesn’t that ruin the whole point of black coffee?” You weren’t a coffee fanatic or gatekeeper, just inquisitive. Your question didn’t bother Roseanne because you’re not the first person to ask that.

“I suppose, for others it does. But I like mine bittersweet.” You felt like her words had a hidden innuendo to it but didn’t pry,

“Oh okay. Well, who am I to judge your preferences.” You shook your head with a quiet laugh. A couple moments of silence passed with you just looking out the windows watching the snowfall and finishing your drink.

Roseanne took another sip from her coffee and pulled out her notebook. “How were the parenting sessions?”

“Better than I thought they would go. But they felt like I was in school all over again. The instructor, I think her name was Lisa? She’s fun, turns out she’s married to Jennie— you probably knew that though.” She confirmed with a nod.

“I can see why they’d help parents divorcing with a kid. I think I’ll try out some things I learned with Nala.”

“I’m curious. Your daughter, what made you pick the name Nala? It reminds me of…”

“The Lion King?” You helped.

“Yes, that’s it.”

“I happened to be watching the movie on the hospital TV screen while we were picking a name for her and that came into mind.”

“That’s a pretty name.” Roseanne commented, playing with her pen. You smiled, you thought so too.

“When do you plan on telling her?” Back to business.

“I honestly don’t know… I’ll have to sit down with her and Jaylyn and gently break the news to her.”

“All at once? I’d ease her into it, have her spend time with you and your spouse separately. Get her used to not being in one household; in her own room.”

“You seem to know a fair bit about this, about children going through divorce.” You said.

“What can I say? I like children, believe it or not. That’s why this is my job. I want to help children and parents go about life as if nothing has changed or I hope to make the process easier on them. I… I was a child stuck in between my parents divorce. It was horrible. It changed me and I really wish I wasn’t affected by it, but I am.”

This is the first time, you could say, she’s opening up to you. And you felt honored.

Roseanne rarely spoke at all about herself, her past— to anyone. But you listened with such genuine interest, such a kind expression, that the words just came out. Roseanne accounted for the conflict in her mind; one telling her it was okay, just this once to be open and get some shit off her chest, the other to get the hell up and run. At this her anxiety kicked up a notch, and she pressed her sweaty palm onto her thighs. You were looking at her with those compassionate eyes, and she swallowed.

You make her want to stay.

…

Roseanne sat at a bar table surrounded by her friends. Across from her, Jisoo sat next to her boyfriend Hae-in (the only man Roseanne would associate with), and next to them Nayeon. Roseanne sat in between Jennie and Lisa.

They’ve been here for a while and the talking topic quickly shifted from other things to Roseanne’s dating life. They all got word— courtesy of Jennie— that she’s interested in someone.

“I date.” She lied, pretending to read the brochures in the rack beside her.

Jennie snorted. “No you don’t. You occasionally scratch your itch with a one-nighter, you haven’t had a girlfriend in forever.”

“You know I don’t do relationships. Like you said, too much drama.” Roseanne took a sip of her wine, avoiding Jennie’s eyes. Avoiding all their eyes. Her friend group was a bunch of instigators.

“Yeah, that applies to me, but you? You could use a little drama in your workaholic attorney life, you know, shake things up a bit.” Jennie shook a scolding fork with a half eaten dumpling at Roseanne.

Jennie was trying to bait her. The only thing that stopped her from saying something then was Lisa sitting right there with a knowing smirk. Roseanne finished her wine and pushed it away from her and stood up abruptly. “Enough.” Her voice was low, causing everyone to backpedal. “I’ve had enough of this conversation. If I choose to make a move on (Y/n), it's none of your business unless I want to tell you,” she pulled out her wallet and slapped a couple banknotes on the table; enough to cover everyone’s bill, “okay?” She said softer this time, watching everyone nod their heads. She knew her friends wanted to see her happy, but she was scared. Roseanne turned around and walked out of the restaurant.

Lisa sighed and leaned back in her chair. “Well, that went well.”

(I’m sure you're curious: Why is Roseanne so against relationships?)

Roseanne fucks up everything good that ever happens to her in relationships. She has issues that her past lovers had turned blind eyes to, things that shouldn’t be ignored. She believes she can't trust or love anyone, she can’t even love herself. She breaks hearts in the worst ways possible, driving her partners insane. She’s hard to love.

So, if being single her whole life, having one night stands and occasional flings protects herself, she’ll do it.

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Bon Matin!

Park Chaeyoung x Fem!reader - Not Requested

Fluff • Angst • Suggestive • Language Warning • Supernatural

Prompt: You went outside for a change. It was a “nice” experience to say the least. And something did change, just not in a way you could’ve wanted or predicted. Your life just got complicated. Especially when you get a bubbly new neighbor, who’s not what she seems.

When I tell you this just came to me randomly, and I wrote it during the course of school. And the title means “Good morning” in French.

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Your eyes slowly opened and you reached for your phone to check the time. Groaning when your eyes tried to adjust to its brightness. It was 8:49pm.

You dragged yourself off the couch and into your bathroom to freshen up. You felt like going out, something was pulling you to do it. And it's about time you do something with your life.You put on some comfy clothing and your sneakers. Bringing a small umbrella since New York’s weather can be rather unpredictable. And grabbed your keys, wallet, and then left the confinement of your home.

You walked along the sidewalks while occasionally stopping to look at the window displays. You walked into a small cafe, open for those who drown themselves in work and those who have trouble sleeping. The cozy vibe the cafe gave made you feel warm inside. You ordered an iced tea and a cinnabon roll, and then sat down at one of the cute tables to wait. You wanted peace and quiet but happened to be sitting by a semi-loud group of girls. So that's thrown out the window. You pulled your phone out so you would have something to do, and decided on playing subway surfers.

“Did you hear the news?...”

“....Yeah it's crazy.”

Your ears perked up at their little chat. You haven't checked the news since you've been holed up in your house doing nothing but sleeping and what not. You're definitely not eavesdropping though, they just happened to be talking loud. RIght.

“I can't believe how many bodies are being found in this area. It's even weirder that they can't identify them either.” The other girls agree.

“Based on the autopsy they're reporting…do you think vampires are real?” Their voice sounds worried. The rest of the girls give her a look and then obnoxiously laugh at her.

Vampires? Pssh.

“I'm serious!” She pouts. Then they start teasing her, going on about the Twilight show, and “if vampires are real, where's their Jake? If there really were werewolves” and you would laugh inside at that, if it weren't for the fact you were checking the news right on your phone. They weren't kidding about the news. But the news also says it could just be animal attacks, so it eases your worries a bit. But that's kinda uncommon in your area.

“(Y/N)” You get up and grab your order, leaving the cafe. You would stay and eat in the cafe, but you feel unnerved by that conversation and the news. You go to a nearby park with few people so you don't have to worry about noise, and eat while scrolling through twitter. After eating you throw the cup and plastic wrap in the trash, deciding to go home since it's getting late.

And because It's not safe this late at night.

You're in the middle of walking past an alleyway when you hear a bang. Making you jump in surprise. You hear the garbage bags rustling and a whiny growl sounds out. Sure, you're creeped out checking out a dumpster alleyway. But your good heart made you retrace your steps to check if it was a stray dog, knowing some people abandon their pets. Rounding the corner you see,

There was no dog.

It was two people fighting, a woman and a man, growling at eachother like animals. The man grabbed the woman’s throat in a way you’d think her bones were crushed and slammed her against the garbage dumpster. Making a dent. With the amount of blood running down the side of her head you think she’ll faint.

Wow, he’s super strong, she probably has a concussion. Why are you watching this fight? You don’t want to be a part of it now do you? You reprimanded yourself.

You began to turn to walk away but what you saw next had you rooted in your place. The woman recovered as if nothing happened and grabbed the man's arm that was still on her head and twisted it. His arm fell to his side and she kicked his legs in, making him fall to the ground harshly. A growl ripped from his throat and he bit her calf, then she kicked his face and you could see his eyes roll back.

While he was still out of it she brought her head to his neck and bit down, breaking skin. A blood curdling scream came from him but was cut off as soon as his neck was snapped and his lifeless body dropped to the ground. You grimaced hearing the thud. After a couple seconds the realization seeped in that this man just died. And you watched it all.

A bone chilling shiver ran down your back and you gasped at the foreign feeling. Wrong move. Her head snapped toward you, who now had a somewhat clear view of her face. You took note that she was kinda tall, and had blond hair, although you couldn't make out much of the rest of her face. Blood ran down the side of her head and mouth and you don’t know if it’s from the head injury or from the guy she just messily bit into. And snapped his neck. But you had only one strong emotion coursing through your body.

Fear.

That’s all you felt, down to your very being. The color drained from your face at the thought of you being next.

Human instinct kicked in and at her first sudden movement you sprinted off. You could be considered a track star. You rounded corners and leaped over objects laying on the ground, careful not to trip and fall like the idiots in movies.

“What the fuck was that.” Repeated over and over in your head.

Your heart is racing, the sound pounding against your ears, blocking any sounds out. Your lungs burn, feeling as if they're about to burst. Your legs feel like jelly and are aching so bad you wanna cry, but you don’t stop running. You don’t think you’ve ever run this fast before. Is this what they call an adrenaline rush?

You can’t get that scene out of your head, it’ll haunt you forever. It looked at you. She looked at you. They weren't Human. You're sure of it.

You couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched, even as you were nearing your apartment's street. You're glad you invested in a good housing complex. They won’t let anyone in if they don’t have a registration or sign a waiver that you know them and they know you.

You quickly opened the building door and rushed past the reception desk for the stairs. You won’t risk getting stuck in an elevator today. Teddy, the front desk man looked at you worriedly, seeing as you were usually a calm and collected person.

“Ms. Y/n? Are you okay?”

“Just fine.” You blandly, but politely responded, giving him a tight lipped smile and began your way up the stairs. There's four floors, you happened to live on the second, so it wouldn't take you long to get to your room. As you were walking down the hallway, you felt as if something was creeping up on you. You quickly fished your keys out of your pocket and unlocked the door with little effort. Slamming it shut, you'll apologize to the other occupants later.

You pressed your back tightly against the door, breathing in and out, desperate to get air in your lungs from all that running. Once you got your bearings you realized that terrifying feeling was gone. But you still saw things you shouldn't have- or what felt like you shouldn't have. You locked the door, windows, and shut the curtains, you wanted to feel safer and that helped a bit.

While you were getting your pajamas on, many thoughts ran through your head.

Why did she kill him? Is she gonna come after you now that you witnessed her kill? Are they human? Maybe there are vampires like the news said. It's not too far-fetched actually..

You let out a groan, nobodys gonna believe you- not that you planned on telling anyone since you don't want to be called crazy, and there's the fact you have nobody to tell anyways. Oh god. If you go missing nobody will bat an eye, well maybe teddy will, but still. You sighed, and slid under the covers, hoping you don't have any nightmares about what you saw, and closed you eyes.

Maybe your life will go back to normal.

11:25 AM

Your phone alarm rings, signaling it's time to get out of the dream world. And surprisingly, you didn't have any terrible dreams. The sun rays peaked through your curtains and you squinted to get adjusted to the bright light. You stretched, then groaned, forcing yourself to walk to your bathroom to brush and wash your face. You made your way to the kitchen to get some hot tea started since you are not a coffee person.

While you were waiting you got dressed and half made your bed. Walking back into the kitchen and grabbing your tea, you sat on your couch pulling a small cover over your legs since you just got a shiver. Just as you were about to click something to watch, you hear someone knock on your door.

“Coming!” You shout, scrambling to the door.

You open your door to a new face, one you haven't seen in the building yet. The woman was hands down the most prettiest face you’ve seen. She looks the same age as you, but stands a bit taller than you. She had smooth pale skin with beautiful eyes, and seemed to have an elegant aura around her. You almost gawked audibly, almost. Because that feeling came back, that feeling that made your heartbeat speed up and your hands clammy, that made you nauseous. That unsettling feeling from yesterday. And you didn't know why.

Then she smiled at you, which was adorable but made you feel two things. The urge to awe from how cute she was, and the more dominant feeling, which is to run away. Why? - You noticed she was holding a plate of cookies, that looked and smelt delicious might you add.

“Hello! Did you need something?” You said kindly, despite the stiff feeling coming over your body. She spoke.

“Bon matin!”

(Good morning in french.)

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