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Choerry, Kim Lip, Jinsoul <3

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What Would Zeus Do (WWZD) - ARTMS

A/N: So I wrote this on a whim, kinda wanted to do another Stud(y)ing story for the start of the year, just so you know what to expect. I couldn't help but keep thinking about the whole Artemis and Zeus thing, it fit too well, and WWZD is too funny in my head. The Seasons Greetings images coming out was very fortunate timing, It also fits in the I Never Die, I Only Breed theme, consider this as "DLC" for that game.

You wake up in a room—there is a door, there is a mirror, you're in the bed. Wait, you finished the game, didn't you? You wake up and go to the mirror, only to see the words "NEW DLC" pop up. Best of all, it's free! You accept the DLC and it loads immediately, and everything changes.

You're in a room, except there is no floor, no walls, only clouds all around you. You can walk on air? You look around, only to see a much more gaudy and decadent bed, not unlike Minnie's throne bed from before, and a bejeweled mirror, encrusted with diamonds and sapphires and emeralds. It even has a name—Erised. On intuition you stand in front of the mirror, and golden words float to the surface.

Thank you for playing the game, and as our thanks, please enjoy this sandbox DLC. You play as Zeus, everything is in your godly power. Go forth and procreate!

There is a list of names, but not any of the common names you recognize in Greek mythology. It just says:

*Joseon Goddesses*

Jinsoul

Haseul

Kim Lip

Heejin

Choerry

Some odd names to be sure, you were expecting something closer to Hera or Aphrodite, but Zeus doesn't discriminate, and neither will you. You tap on the first name, and the Mirror of Erised becomes a door. You step through to find the first goddess.

"Hello, you must be Zeus?"

"Yes, you are Jinsoul?"

"Yes, shall we?" She unclasps her dress, and it falls off her body, revealing her divine figure.

"Yes, we shall." She removes your toga, and your chiseled body presses against her suppleness. You lean in and suckle on her bosom, and she cups herself, offering more of her teat to you. You tilt her backwards, and as you do clouds form behind Jinsoul, cushioning the tilt. You split her open, and the gorgeous goddess gasps and grinds, a leg hooked around your hip.

"Yes, lord yes!" Her black hair splayed against the clouds, you take her repeatedly, bringing her to climax as she shuts her eyes tightly. She walls grip you even tighter, and with a grunt you unload inside of her. You pull out, still hard of course, but you assume your job is done until she sighs and half puts on her dress again.

"That's it? I didn't know Zeus was wont to leave a lady unbred."

"What? Of course not, you will be with child."

"Oh no, I know my own body the best. And I'm only fertile, godfucked or not, when it's raining." Your seed still no doubt trailing down her thighs Jinsoul walks towards you, expectant, expecting to be expecting soon.

"You were waiting to tell me that weren't you? So you could have more than one round with me?"

"What's the harm in that, we both know how this ends." The edge of her lip curls up as you summon some heavier clouds.

"What would you prefer, a summer shower, a gloomy thunderstorm, or a misty monsoon?"

"I think a summer shower would be nice." With a wave of your hand the sun comes back into view, an appropriate amount of rainfall splattering both of you. The dress starts to cling to her, seeming to enhance her curves even more, arguably even more enticing than seeing her naked. Her nipples seem to stiffen as her dress gets more and more translucent. You grab the top of her dress and pull, ripping and peeling the front off like wet paper. She might have been outraged at the dress' distruction, but you don't give her a chance to complain.

"Shall we?" Jinsoul merely has time to nod as you thrust yourself into her once more. She is much more expressive and sensitive to your movements this time, her walls velvet and creamy, primed for fertility. Jinsoul sings in the rain, moaning melodically and huskily while you drive yourself ever deeper. Shreds of her dress start falling off, and Jinsoul gradually loses the shreds of coherence she had left.

"Oh yes! That's it, give it to me, I'm yours, I'm yours!" Every pump of your hips pushes Jinsoul to a tingling, toe-curling, throat-wrenching orgasm, the rainfall acting as an aphrodisiac for her. The cloud she's lying on has reclined, and now you're pounding her from above, like mere mortals mating. But the two of you are gods and goddesses, and each clash of your hips is as loud as a thunderclap, and every orgasm she reaches as thrilling and electric as lightning. The two of you go from singing to fucking to breeding in the rain. Every time Jinsoul peaks her walls grasps you heavenly, a soft velvet tug on your shaft—you respond in kind, with a warm surge of seed. Despite the warm shower overhead, your coupling is more akin to a hurricane—wild, wet, and destructive. With limitless stamina and inhuman abundance, you pump her with a womb's worth of cum every thrust, but with the high speed of fucking, with the rapid push and pull of your hips, all it does is leave your connection a complete mess of cum and juice, pooling between her legs, smearing it all over her now-creamy thighs.

"Bred?" Jinsoul can only nod, breathless, vocal cords rough and strained, the skin around her hips now pink and red from your fucking. By the time you pull out, there is more of your cum outside of her than inside, yet not once did you finish outside of her heaven-sent chambers. She barely notices you pulling out, that's how full she is with your seed. Thick white fluid continues to spill from between her lips, it is a wonder how she could hold that much, or how you could put that much into her.

"I will be with your child now, so you'll be my consort right?"

"You know that's not how Zeus works."

"Really? Aww, not even for your goddess Jinsoulie?" You wince at the sudden cuteness, not used to goddesses behaving like that, but you agree.

"Fine, I will be back."

You go down the list, stepping immediately into Haseul's domain.

"Hello Haseul." The goddess that greets you is more dimunitive in size, but curvier, her hips ripe for childbearing.

"Hello." She agrees with your silent assessment, removing her tight dress and moving towards you. "May I taste?" This time it is your turn to be taken at speed as her mouth engulfs your length, perfectly sized to hit the back of her throat.

"Mmm Jinsoul, delicious." Haseul murmurs, guiding you to a seated position before diving back in.

"You know the taste of another goddess?"

"We make do when someone such as yourself is not available."

"That is something I should, nngh, be sure to remedy," you groan as she licks all along your shaft, replacing Jinsoul's slick with her saliva. She uses her hands to stroke you, yet you do not give her what she wants.

"Will you not give me your seed?"

"It is not meant to travel this path."

"Yet I wish to go the path untraveled."

"It will require more work."

"I understand," Haseul pushes her breasts together, and with her soft globes around your cock and a warm mouth around your head, you allow yourself to be milked, fucking her tits and mouth simultaneously.

"Does this— Ah! Please you?" You catch her by surprise as she briefly stops to ask a question, and you splatter her face with a load.

"Now it does." Haseul smiles and gets back to work, and just as with Jinsoul, you allow yourself to cum freely, slowly filling her tummy with an unstopping stream of seed—milk from the work of her breasts. When she is finished getting a fill of you, Haseul has a cumbaby in her tummy, and she is ready and eager for a real baby.

"I am ready."

"Good, I am still ready." Haseul gets up and straddles you, and with a loud moan she sinks on your cock, only to stop two-thirds of the way in—how did she manage to fit you in her mouth?

"Y-You are huge!" she whines, trying, and failing to fit more of you into her.

"Your lower mouth is not as practiced as your upper one, I will help you." You grab Haseul by the waist and start moving her up and down your cock. She bites her lower lip and hisses in discomforting pleasure as you manipulate her on your shaft, and with a few kisses and some slower fucking, she relaxes and begins to enjoy the sheer stretch of her body around you. "There you go, feel good?"

"Yeah, yes, much better."

"It'll feel even better when you open up. Now cum for me Haseul." With your firm finger on her clit she cums willingly, and through the process of her walls undulating around you, you're able to push just that little deeper into her. And then you ask her to cum again, and again she does—each time she does so you get deeper into her, and each orgasm in turn becomes even stronger than the last, her pussy clenching around more and more of your cock.

"It keeps feeling even better! Ah! It feels amazing, like—oh my god, something's coming, something's coming!" Haseul squirms on top of you, the feeling in her abdomen growing to the boiling—no, exploding—point.

"Just let go." With one arm wrapped around her slim midriff you pull her down sharply, and with the other you apply a little pressure on her clit. Haseul jerks, screams, and then gushes all over your cock. Her slick splashes up your body, and mid-orgasm you're able to draw Haseul even further down on you, your head nudging the entrance to her womb. You watch her eyes roll, and her head lolls back as she succumbs to a double orgasm, spraying your stomach with even more juice and creaming over your shaft. She goes limp almost falling off your shaft, and you have to support her, holding her close as she shudders and comes back from her higher plane of pleasure.

"Y-You didn't, you haven't?" Haseul gasps, unable to piece together a coherent sentence quite yet.

"Not yet, I wanted to make sure you feel it." When you feel her fingers grip the back of your neck more firmly you begin pulling her up and down your cock, making Haseul the Goddess of Cocksleeves as you sheath yourself fully inside her each time. "You feel that?" you ask, grinding your head against her cervix and making her whine at the friction. "That feeling means you've taken me fully."

"It's hitting me really deep, it feels so different, but good?"

"I'm glad it does, we should celebrate your accomplishment." Haseul crosses her feet behind your back, and together the two of you saw her tight body up and down your shaft. Tugging on your neck, Haseul leans back, tensing her core, giving both of you a perfect view of her body rocking back and forth. "Look down, you look beautiful like this."

Haseul opens her eyes dreamily (When did she even close them? She no longer remembers and it doesn't matter), and what she sees almost drives her to an orgasm immediately—there's a visible imprint between her legs, changing in size as you continue to bring her down on you. She can see exactly where her pussy ends, the round end of your shaft bulging deep inside her, followed by that tingling sensation that makes her gasp and moan. Seeing herself get fucked in such a visceral fashion spikes her arousal, and she tightens around you.

"Finish in me!" Haseul pleads, her eyes trained at your connection, watching herself get literally stretched each time you shove yourself in her. "I want to see you cum, I want to watch you breed me!" She watches her mound bulge once more, and this time it doesn't go away as you hold her down and explode. Haseul watches herself get bred for a brief second, before the warm explosion inside makes her eyes roll into her head again. She whimpers and tightens around you in her own orgasm, and the two of you ride out your peaks as she accepts all of your load into her fertile body.

When she opens her eyes again the bulge has disappeared, a sense of emptiness between her legs as you gently pull her off you. It would become a hunger newly awakened, and Haseul is at your side even as you seek to move on.

"You'll be back, yes?"

"Of course. I would just like to meet the other goddesses first."

"Kim Lip?"

"Yes, that is me." A pale-skinned goddess awaits you, her hair similarly light-colored, unlike the goddesses before her. Yet it seems to shimmer, almost fluid in nature. She seemed delicate, yet as you wrapped an arm around her, playing with the strap of her dress, you could feel the strength and steel within her.

"May I have you?" you ask. She was a goddess to be charmed, not taken.

"Oh? You're not going to grab me and bounce me all over your lap, like you did with Haseul?"

"Only if you want me to."

"I do not."

"So I figured," you murmur into her ear, hoping to get her a little hot and bothered. "I ask again, may I have you?"

"Maybe, but now's not a good time of the month for me."

"Oh, are you on your—" Kim Lip tisks you and pushes your head with a finger.

"No silly, I'm a goddess, not mortal. Jinsoul is one of my sisters, we can be a bit... odd."

"Odd?"

"Yes. Her desires and fertility spike only when it rains. I am not dissimilar."

"I made it rain for her, I can command whatever weather you wish."

"Ah, I am not that straightforward. My desires wax and wane, much like the moon, so come back and ask me that when the moon phases are most favorable."

"You will have me move the moon and the stars for you?" Kim Lip laughs airily, the childish giggle almost ill-fitting her beauty.

"Oh I doubt you capable of that, I will have you wait for the stars to align."

"I am impatient." You raise a hand to the heavens, and with some focus, you alter the orbit of the moon. It has a tangible effect on Kim Lip, a light pink hue spreading across her face. Her hair turns even lighter, as if reflecting the brightness of the moon.

"W-What did you do?" she stammers, feeling the heat go through her body as the full moon bares itself in the night sky.

"I am impatient and I am capable, so I have moved the moon and the stars for you." You push the straps off her shoulders, and Kim Lip doesn't resist you as the dress slips to her waist. The flush spreads to the rest of her chest, tipped pink on her breasts. "I wish to have you."

"You are reckless, moving the moon like that will have consequences! The tides, they will shift, the mortals—"

"I care not for mortals, I want you." You capture her lips in a kiss, one that's not urgent, but just fervent enough to leave her wanting. Your hands explore her body, touching what you could of her. She grabs your arm, but doesn't stop you, merely holding you within reach.

"Make it a new moon, and you will have me."

"So be it." You raise a hand to the moon once more, and you watch it pass through the phases quickly before going dark, invisble in the night sky. When you look down at Kim Lip again, her hair has turned jet black, and her eyes are dark with need. The pink flush on her pale complexion has turned a darker crimson, and her lips are ruby red—this time she leans towards you, capturing your lips in her kiss.

"I'm yours."

You rip her dress off, and immediately she has a leg hooked around your hip. Her slick comes in waves as you rub your shaft againt her core, teasing her just that little bit more. You want Kim Lip to want it, and you are delighted when she reaches down between your bodies, pushing your shaft to oh-so-satisfyingly enter her on the next rock of your hips. You pause briefly as her eyes screw shut, but they quickly open again, her pupils dark as the new moon.

"Keep going, don't stop." You fuck her thoroughly—a needy Kim Lip is an ambitious lover, and her positions shift just as the tides do. One moment you are humping into her with short thrusts, the next she has you on your back, bouncing on your lap as she desires, your hands merely holding her thighs for support. Then she has you top her, her leg on your shoulder as you make her do a split, even as you split her open. Just as with Jinsoul you are cumming freely with Kim Lip, the two of you extracting pleasure from one another, her body readily accepting your load, only to have it spill out of her with a change in position.

"Am I fit to bear your offspring?" she asks, almost challenging you as you pound down into her.

"That was never in question." 

"Then take me under an eclipse, when the light and dark intermix, just as we do now, that will be most desirable." 

"You ask a lot of me," you grunt as Kim Lip pushes herself into a sitting position, staring down at you like the moon shines over Earth. 

"And I'll give a lot more to you." Looking past her at the moon, you try to ignore her wet sheath around you as you move sun and moon for her, and for a moment the galaxy revolves around Earth as you align everything for her. Kim Lip looks up at the resulting eclipse, and when she turns to look at you again she is glowing, her hair now a dark brown, mixed with streaks of light.

"It is beautiful, thank you."

"No more than you are."

"I want to see it as we continue." Kim Lip gets off you, going on all fours. Her intent clear, you take her from behind, pulling on her long hair so that her head tilts to the heavens. "Yes, just like that! Keep going like that!" Waves of force ripple from her thighs as you slam your hips into hers—no doubt you have wrecked the world with your callous movement of the universe, but all you care about right now is wrecking Kim Lip's world. Her body twitches as she cums, and the eclipse goes blurry when the pleasure becomes too great, when a small supernova bursts forth in her womb, breeding new life inside of her.

"You may also look at it like this." You release her hair and grab her arms, using them as reins as you continue to pound her from behind, leaving another splatter of seed in her.

"I am sore," she gasps, so you accomodate her wishes and lie on your back, pulling her on top of you. You thrust up into her from below, her breasts rocking in the eclipse's moonlight and her thighs glistening from the same light source. It is a lewd position, but just as the werewolf turns beastial under the moon, Kim Lip's cries become more ungodly beneath the celestial phenonmenon. She turns away from the eclipse to find her new obsession, her new object of desire—you.

"It's so good like this, never stop, never stop!" Her voice cracks as you burst in her once more. "Yes, breed me, breed me every cycle, I'll bear all your little offspring!" With triggered instincts you roll out from under Kim Lip, only to take her from above, to hug her and pound down into her the way she desires.

Kim Lip's glassy eyes continue to look up at the eclipse, her ears fed a constant stream of your whispers, happy ones of the offspring she will bear, filthy ones of how else you would take her, interjected with spikes of orgasmic ecstasy, of your seed filling her womb over and over. With one last sharp thrust you break the hug, eclipsing the eclipse, leaning down to kiss her passionately as you claim her one last time. Kim Lip trembles as her orgasm washes over her like a huge tide, your thick seed surging into her with finality.

There is a calm after the storm as she cuddles against you, stroking your chest like a satiated lover.

"You have to go to the other goddesses?" she asks, notable disappointment in her voice.

"Yes, but I will be back."

"Look up at the night sky, and remember to think of me."

"Of course."

You move on to the next goddess, and time seems to reverse when you see Heejin.

"You are dressed oddly, Heejin, I assume?" She's dressed in a very distinct fashion, her garment different from what you saw earlier.

"네, 전 희진인데? 넌 제우스이지?"

You don't understand her question, so you merely nod.

"나랑 교배하로 왔구나!"

You still don't understand her, but it probably didn't matter as she proceeds to discard her clothing before getting on all fours, much like Kim Lip did.

"아까 봤어, 난 이자세가 좋아!" She smacks her own butt for emphasis. It is all a bit weird, and you're wrongfooted by not understanding her at all, but you do as she desires and take her from behind. You thrust into her wildly, but it seems to have little effect on her, and she merely stays in place, accepting your thrusts with no reaction. Before long you cum inside her, but all that does is to worsen her mood, and she turns to glare at you.

"아씨, 이런 줄알고,리듬있게해!"

"Algorithm? What are you saying, I don't understand you at all." Heejin blinks rapidly before continuing.

"Oh, you don't speak my language?"

"I do not."

"My apologies, I was saying, you should do it with rhythm. I did not feel anything because there was nothing to build on." You still yourself and follow her instruction, pushing into her with a leisurely tempo, but Heejin is not satisfied.

"No! You're half a second off between thrusts!"

"What is this, a video game? You need me to be that precise? Why don't you show me how you want it then!"

Annoyed as you were, it wasn't a bad deal, and you get to watch Heejin's fine legs, hips, and ass push back on to you.

"You see? Like this! 1, 2, 3, 1, 2, 3!" You keep her count in your head, and soon you are able to match Heejin's movements, thrusting forward as she pushes herself back on to you. Soon she's softly moaning, and you have to resist the urge to go faster while she gets wetter and easier to penetrate.

"Can I go faster?"

"What why? This is good for me!" She punctuates this with a louder moan, and one of her legs kick up and shake as she cums without warning. "See?"

"But it doesn't do anything for me."

"That's not my problem, you're the one that came to me. So I set the terms, and I'm not letting you go now." Turns out, Heejin has just as much strength as Kim Lip, and she easily seats herself above you. "Let me have my fun first, and then you can go ahead and breed me, okay?"

Well, at least I don't have to move planets for her, you think to yourself, and you shrug and nod. Heejin begins to rock herself back and forth on your cock—she is tight and wet and pleasurable, but the speed she moves at does absolutely nothing for you. Everything about her helps visually—Heejin running her hands through her hair as she smiles and cums on top of you; Heejin grabbing her own tits, squeezing them hard when she cums on you again; Heejin biting her lower lip and winking at you when she cums a third time; but the lack of speed just means that Heejin leaves you with the bluest case of blue balls a god has ever experienced. She's not even edging you—you'd have to get close to orgasm for her to be edging you.

"Damnit Heejin, let me take my pleasure!"

"Just a couple more." She spreads her legs, rubbing her clit brazenly for you as she gets herself off. And just when you thought she is done Heejin turns around to ride you in reverse now, and all you can see is her back muscles twitching and feeling her pussy grip you when she cums. The only reason you're not going soft is because you're too hard to go soft right now, your balls feeling like the planets you just moved for Kim Lip. You grunt when Heejin falls back against you, and thankfully she whispers tiredly in your ear. 

"Okay, I had my fun, you can have yours now."

"Yeah? I can go fast, without rhythm?"

"Yes I'm— ah!" Heejin moans when you push up into her to test the waters. "I'm sensitive enough that I'll have fun too, just treat that as me warming up."

"That was warmup? All of that?"

"Would you rather I fake my orgasm while you just hammer away at me?"

"And here I thought Jinsoul and Kim Lip were the odd ones..." Heejin giggles as she gets off you, allowing you to direct her back on to all fours.

"They are, I'm just the weird one, and the stubborn one. You may be a god, but I'm the goddess, so if you want me, you do things my way or not at all. And you did do things my way, so now you get to get your way too." She wiggles her hips at you, two manicured fingers spreading open her lips.

"Come on then, daddy." A deep moan rumbles through her when you push in, and you finally get to fuck Heejin the way you want.

"Oh yes, pump away with no rhythm, you could never play OSU, or Superstar Loona as well as I can with rhythm like that! But it's okay, you'll be daddy for me right? Or since you're a god, does that make you god-daddy?"

"I kept quiet while you had your fun, you should shut up while I take mine." You put a hand around Heejin's throat, firmly choking the quips out of her. That seems to only help her along though, as her pussy contracts around you with the same rhythm that you choke her with, the petulant goddess seizing up in pleasure. You smash yourself into her repeatedly without a care, and you let yourself go in short order.

There is no Noah in Heejin's body, but even if there was, no ark would have saved her eggs from your thick cum flooding her womb, entering her in a flood of epic proportions, your wrath unleashed ecstatically into her fertile chalice. You grab her hair and tug at her scalp, and a low rasp escapes her as Heejin takes her final breath for a while. Another thrust into her, and you dunk her head down into the clouds, muffling her cry while you let another wave of cum rip through her.

And another, and another. You take your pleasure just like Heejin took hers. By the end of it she is sprawled on her back, coughing and hacking while you pull out and feed the last of your load down her throat. She leaks cum from both holes, properly disciplined and bred.

"Ack, ugh, come back, I'm not done with you yet!" Heejin shouts hoarsely as you walk away.

"Later, keep yourself entertained!" Heejin wipes your load off her face, only to put her cum-covered fingers back between her legs. Her sense of rhythm is completely wrecked as she cums easily from a few pumps of her own hand—she would be easily entertained until you come back.

"Hey!" You're immediately tackled by the next goddess as she swings her arms around your neck. "Hi hi hi!"

"Choerry?"

"Yes, hiiiii!" She smiles brightly at you. "Are you here to have fun?" Choerry sits in your lap, and she's kissing you eagerly, full of enthusiasm. You respond to the kiss, running a hand up her thighs. She hits your hand, bursting into giggles. "Omo, what are you here to do hmm?"

"I am... here to, you know, mmph—" Choerry hushes you with a hand to your mouth.

"If you want to do that, you'll have to do what I say, okay? Don't worry, I won't be like Heejin, leaving you to explode! You'll get to have fun too." So she's not as innocent as she seems to be.

"Sure, I'll play along."

"Good. Now, answer me this one question. Am I sexy?" She pouts and puts a finger to her lips, a cute expression on her face. You sense that it is a rhetorical question.

"You are."

"Who is?" She slips the cardigan off her shoulders.

"Choerry is."

"She is what?" Woops, her finger just slid a strap off her dress.

"Sexy."

"Good, now put it all together." She twirls the remaining strap around her finger.

"Choerry is sexy." The strap comes off, but she has an arm across her top, keeping you at bay even as your hands run along her shoulders and neck.

"Where am I sexy?"

"Everywhere." You pull her arm away, and the dress slides down partially, revealing her chest to you. Before you can dive in she places a hand on your forehead, pushing you back.

"Ah ah ah, you've only earned this peek."

"You said you wouldn't be like Heejin," you whine, almost as childish as the game Choerry's playing.

"I want you to be more exact, what part of me is sexy?" She puckers her lips, blowing a kiss at you.

"Your lips?"

"Omo really? I never thought you would say that!"

"What—" With a silky move Choerry gets off your lap and positions herself at hip-level to you.

"You should fuck it then, show me that you really do find it sexy." She helps you get over the surprise request, pushing her mouth over your cock. Choerry is true to her word, and quickly you blow a load down her throat, and she makes sure to pull out mid-spurt, ensuring that her lips have some of your frosting on them.

"Your face is sexy too."

"Really? Aww you're too kind!" She sucks you off again, this time making sure that you're aimed all over her pretty and sexy features. When you're done she quickly wipes the cum off her face before getting back in your lap, this time deliberately letting her dress hang off her waist.

"Where else do you find me sexy?"

"Your chest is sexy too."

"Really? Would you like me to squeeze them together like this?" She pushes them together, purposely and naughtily making an up and down motion with them—Choerry is anything but innocent.

"Mmhmm, yes, very sexy Choerry." She breaks out into a wide smile again and sinks back to her knees, this time trapping your shaft between her breasts. The soft squish and smooth skin of her moving globes are wonderful, and you cover her tits with cum as well.

"My hands are sexy too right?" You agree, and Choerry has the perfect lotion on her hands soon after, and she rubs it all along her arms. You are happy to play along with her as she pulls her dress up her legs.

"What about my feet?"

"They're pretty."

"Are they sexy?" She cups them together, the space between her soles perfect for sliding something, or some cock, through it.

"I suppose so." Choerry leans back and begins stroking your cock with her foot, and between her legs you can see her want glistening and shining through—you're going to have lots of fun with her. After covering her feet with more lotion, you comment on her thighs, and all pretense goes out the window. Choerry finally slides her dress off, showing off her creamy thighs and curvy hips as she clambers on top of you. Much like before she squeezes your cock between her thighs, and with a nod from her she allows you to start thrusting. You confirm just how wet she is as your shaft slides right against her lips, her slick coating your cock and making a mess of her thighs.

"You love this don't you?" you ask Choerry, her eyes closed and lips slightly parted, much like her lower lips below.

"I love it, I love feeling sexy. Make me feel sexier than Jinsoul and Kim Lip and I'm yours." She is equally as odd as her sisters, her eyes open once more, smiling brightly even as her darker desires are stoked and burning and dripping all over you—the goddess is innocently seductive. You grope her ass, squeezing a cheek and a giggle from Choerry. Her thighs close more around you, her legs twisting to give your cock maximum friction. She begs you to tell her more about how sexy she is, and you oblige her.

"So seductive Choerry, by now I would have plowed any of the other goddesses but I'm letting you make me wait. I can feel how wet you are, it makes you even sexier." You keep a tight grip on her ass, continuing to thrust up between her thighs. She whispers for more, and you give her more thrusts and more dirty whispers. "Everything about you is sexy, both outside and inside."

"You haven't mmm... you don't know about inside yet."

"I have no doubt you will be. I bet you're sexy when you cum too right? Cum for me Choerry!" Between the rubbing of your shaft against her and your filthy praise Choerry nips your neck to muffle a loud cry as she cums on your command, coating your shaft with even more slick. You grunt into her neck and join her in climax, spewing your load all over the insides and back of her thighs.

"That was great! Am I sexy elsewhere too?" Ever energetic, Choerry is eager to keep going.

"I heard your back is sexy too." She scrambles to get on all fours, and sexily she draws her hair over one shoulder, revealing her flawless back to you. "Perfect, your butt looks so sexy too." You rest your cock between her cheeks.

"You can do my ass, do it like you did my thighs." She squishes and spreads her cheeks, enticing you to do just that. Your hardness rubs against her rosebud as you start hot dogging Choerry while she touches herself. When she cums and some of her slick splashes on your balls, you grunt and splatter her back with your own thick slick, making sure to spread some of it over her butt.

"Now are you convinced you're sexy?" you ask—by now you've covered pretty much every surface of Choerry you can get at.

"Only on the outside," she teases, sitting in your lap. "What about inside, people talk about inner beauty, but what about inner sexy?"

"Well, I guess there's only one thing to do." You line yourself up for Choerry, and she does the rest, letting out a decadent "Ah..." as she sinks on to you. It is a snug fit, and you get to enjoy Choerry's little gasps of joy and discovery while she squirms and grinds on top of you, just to get you in a little deeper.

"Mmm..." A much sexier moan escapes her when your tip nudges against her cervix, and the fit goes from snug to perfect. "Is the inside of me sexy?"

"It's perfect, you feel so good around me."

"Mm mm," Choerry shakes her head. "Say it's sexy."

You wrap an arm around her midriff, applying a gentle rocking motion to get her to move more, to start fucking herself on you as you feed her filthy little nothings.

"Your insides feel so sexy, like I'm going to melt in you. I don't want to pull out ever, and I won't, because your womb?" You jerk up a little, making sure she feels you pushing against it. "It's so sexy too, I'm going to pump everything into you."

"Tell me more, more more more! I want to hear many more people say it!"

"Sexy Choerry!" "Choerry you're so sexy!" "You're the sexiest goddess!" Choerry looks around, and she sees copies of you, all saying the same things. You can sense the smile in the kiss she gives you.

"You're the best!"

"And you're the sexiest." She's even wetter now, slick flowing down her thighs as she gets even more excited by the praises coming from your copies.

"Are they real copies?"

"No, they're copies, but not real."

"But are they touchable?" The dark lust springs once more from her eyes as Choerry gets to the point. "Can they fuck me?" 

You beckon one over, and Choerry pushes you down before hugging you tightly.

"Have him fuck my ass. It's all his, or well, yours!" You instantly feel a different type of pressure as the copy positions itself behind Choerry, and the nubile goddess is still as she feels the exact same cock in her pussy open up her ass. The two of you do your best to take her together, but it is difficult in the position, and you can't really do much but wiggle and grind your hips below Choerry.

"Ah, I feel so full... so sexy!" she moans, the pressure in her butt never going away as the copy thrusts slowly in and out of her.

"You are sexy, taking two of me at once? Amazing. But I want you to feel better." You stop things briefly to stand up, and in short order Choerry has her arms around your neck, her legs around your hips, and her butt in your hands as she is sandwiched nicely between you and your copy. 

"Gyaahhh!" The new position allows gravity to help Choerry get stuffed even better, and with one single mind at work the two of you bounce her stupid on top of both cocks, always making sure that she feels sexy by having one shaft push in as the other one pulls out.

"Ohmygod, it feels even better!" Her head rests against your copy's shoulder, and she makes out with it, giving you access to her neck and chest in return. You leave a few marks on her skin, something that the copies will never get to do, and with your godly branding complete, you get back to the main task at hand. Choerry's divine figure is rattled back and forth between the two of you, each taking turns to pound her deeper onto the other cock.

"Guh fuck... I, I can't stop cumming..." She's clinging to your neck, drooling on your shoulder, spittle flying randomly with each hammer of Choerry's body against the anvils. All the while your other copies are still at work, the praises of Choerry still resonating in the air. "I-I want to feel them too, want them to make me feel sexy."

You have Choerry lie down on your copy, it's cock still buried in her ass. You take up residence in her heavenly chambers once more before the other three copies move over. Two of them take Choerry's hands and wrap them around their own cocks, and she begins stroking them mindlessly. The last copy kneels and pushes his shaft against her cherry red lips, and she obliges with her mouth. Choerry has never felt sexier in her life as she services all of "you" at once, dealing admirably with your cock in each of her holes, yet still managing to stroke the two in her hands.

"You look so sexy right now Choerry, if only the other goddesses could see you." Her mouth is too full to reply, but she clenches around you harder than before. "Would you like them to see us?"

"Mm! Mm!" She looks at you and nods, jerking the cock in her mouth as well.

"Choerry!" "Oh my god!" "What are you doing!" "Ahahaha!" Jinsoul, Haseul, Kim Lip, and Heejin appear, exclaiming at what they see before them. Choerry pops the shaft out of her mouth to address them.

"See! I am sexy, not cute! I—mmph!" Your copy takes Choerry's mouth back for their own use, and the other four goddesses are left incredibly aroused at the display in front of them. Choerry's body undulates in an erotic yet haphazard fashion, yourself and each copy manipulating a part of her for your own pleasure—you push her hips down with each thrust; your copy drives her hips up as it fucks up into her ass; the one at her mouth jerks her head, a hand in her hair rocking her back and forth; the other two drive her arms, helping her stroke them faster by thrusting into her hands. Faster and faster all of you work Choerry, and it all comes to a head at once.

"Mm! Gluk! Mmmf! Ngh mmmmmm! Pffhhhuck!" All of you plunge into Choerry with finality, and the instant explosion of cum inside and across her body makes her orgasm that much harder. Her legs jerk and thrash about, her toes curl, and she squirts against your abs even as her own chest is covered with two thick loads. When she goes limp, the goddesses watch you and your copies pull away, leaving Choerry leaking cum from all holes and dripping cum everywhere on her body.

"Put it back in, I want more, I want more... No, don't, mine!" You turn to see the goddess walk towards you, and each of them reaches for a you-copy. "Don't take..." Choerry pouts, but you pull her into your embrace, whispering in her ear.

"Let them go Choerry, you were so sexy, you made them all horny." Your point is illustrated from seeing the goddesses in different positions—Jinsoul has her legs wrapped around you, letting herself get carried and fucked; Haseul is on all fours, letting you mount her; Kim Lip has her back pressed against a cloud wall, letting you pound her into it; Heejin is on her side, one leg raised lewdly in the air while you fuck her sideways. 

"Really? It was because of me?"

"Mmhmm, we should enjoy the show, besides, I want you to myself." You sit up against a cloud wall of your own making, allowing Choerry to lean back and draw your arms around her. You rub her clit lazily while she strokes you, just watching the orgy unfold in front of you.

"Did I look like that earlier?" she wonders aloud, as she see Jinsoul's expression twist in pleasure; Haseul's head jerks back and she let's out a cry as she cums; Kim Lip's biting her lower lip, low groans and little whimpers escaping every time she is pounded—her hair changes shades erratically, like she's losing her mind; Heejin rhythm is similarly off, sometimes moving fast, sometimes undulating slow, but always cumming, always drooling, her thighs and your shaft are shining with slick.

"You looked even sexier than that. You made them like this." Choerry kisses your jaw, murmuring as she grabs your shaft, nudging you into her.

"Make me like that too, breed me again." You lean forward, pushing the both of you on all fours, the perfect position to both breed Choerry and watch the others get bred. Your hands are greedy, one groping her breasts, the other grabbing her hips, holding her stably as you hump into her. Choerry looks on, watching her fellow goddesses get plowed and mated, each utterly satisfied at the pleasure you were giving them. She feels your warm hand on her belly, and she grabs it with a free hand, squeezing you as she tightens her pussy—she wants your load badly.

Choerry's scream is deafening when she goes over the edge with you, the warmth filling her overwhelming and delicious. She collapses in the clouds, eyes drooping in tiredness, all she sees is white—the white of the clouds, and the rivers of potent seed flowing out of Jinsoul, Haseul, Kim Lip, and Heejin.

Your run complete, the copies disappear, and you rest next to Choerry, smiling. She smiles back, seeming to glow, like sunshine incarnate. She gets brighter and brighter, and It is all consuming, the goddesses disappearing from sight—you're not fading to black, you're ascending into radiance. The last thing you hear is Choerry's laugh.

Large black words are the only distraction from the overwhelming brightness.

Replay DLC?

A/N: I threw in lots of references to each member, tried to portray them with their own exaggerated personalities. The Heejin Korean part was purely to make an "Algorithm" reference, don't worry about understanding it. If you get confused about the ground and walls existing, don't think too hard about it, it's all "god stuff", the ground is there if you need it, the wall is there if you need it (all in the form of clouds), cum that's on Choerry's body magically disappears, no need for clean up.

This is me mostly just writing and not worrying about the details I didn't want to worry about, so it is definitely more to the point and "get to the scene I want to write about". Hope it reads fine, thanks for reading and Happy New Year!

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Blind Date

LOONA Choerry X Male Reader

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“Oppa, how long has it been since you’ve dated anyone?” Son Hyejoo asked, seemingly out of the blue as she loudly slurped on her milkshake, stirring the leftover contents with her large straw.

“I don’t know, Hyejoo. I don’t keep track of things like that.”

Hyejoo pointed her strawberry milkshake directly at you, unsatisfied with your answer. “Then that means it’s been too long,” she said, her triangle lips forming a pout.

You rubbed your forehead, knowing once she brought something up she wasn’t going to drop it.

“Why do I need to date anyone when I’m lucky enough to rail you every day?” you playfully replied, causing her nearly to choke on her frozen drink.

“Oppa, not so loud!” she said, kicking your shin. “I won’t be around all the time now that I’m starting a new job. And you need some variety in your life. You’re going to get tired of fucking me.”

“That’s impossible.”

You couldn’t say you agreed with her on that. Hyejoo was the perfect friend with benefits, beautiful big tits and perfect thick thighs, the prettiest mouth and the tightest pussy that you spilled yourself inside several times a day, you couldn’t imagine needing anything else.

“I know just the person to set you up with, oppa. She’s single and one of my closest friends, I think you’ll like her.”

“That’s really not necessary-”

Hyejoo wasn’t going to take no for an answer, refusing to back down as she grabbed her phone and swiped through it.

Finding what she was looking for she showed you her screen, an equally gorgeous girl that looked the same age as her with innocent eyes and a sweet smile.

“She’s cute, but you really don’t have to-”

“Nonsense, oppa. It’s time for you to stop being so needy and find a girlfriend,” Hyejoo said.

“Needy? Unless I’m forgetting something you’re the one who loves slobbering on my cock first thing in the morning,” you said.

“Hey! It’s called breakfast, and it’s not my fault you get so hard in the morning.”

“Actually, I’m pretty sure it is,” you said, as you were met with another kick to the shins.

“Ow!”

“It’s settled, I’ll set you two up on a blind date.”

“Blind date? But you just showed me her picture,” you said, tilting your head in confusion.

Hyejoo sighed audibly. “You’re hopeless, oppa. Don’t you want to know what she looks like?”

“O-of course, but-”

“No buts, oppa. Except hers, her butt is very nice,” she giggled, finishing up her milkshake.

“Don’t worry, she’s very sweet, I think you’ll get along well. Her name is Yerim and she always puts out.”

✦✦

“You look good, oppa,” Hyejoo said as she fixed the collar of your shirt.

You wiped your sweaty palms on the back of your pants as you took one more look in the mirror

“You smell good too. I told you that cologne was a panty-dropper," she said as her lips curled in a smirk.

You sighed loudly. “Hyejoo, I’m not meeting this girl just to get laid. You wanted me to get a girlfriend, right?”

"No, I'm pretty sure you wanted this, actually-"

Hyejoo pressed a finger against your lips. "Shush, oppa. Are you nervous?”

“Y-yes, it’s been years since I’ve been on a date.”

“Wanna have a quickie before? Burn all that stress all inside me?” Hyejoo jokingly said.

“...Are you serious?”

“Of course not, you can’t be dependent on me anymore, oppa. Plus, you need to save that load for Yerim.”

“Hyejoo!”

She smiled mischievously and patted your bottom, making sure nothing was out of place for your date.

“Have some confidence oppa, you’ll do great. Yerim will love you. Now get going, you don’t want to be late.”

✦✦

It was unusual for Hyejoo to put in this much effort, typically spending her days lazily on the couch checking her phone.

Everything was planned carefully. Hyejoo had picked the restaurant based on your favorite foods, the time, and the day, even showing up to your place an hour before to make sure you looked your best.

Keeping up with the notion of this being mostly a blind date, Hyejoo didn’t tell you much about Yerim. They shared the same age, although Yerim was months younger. They had a similar body type and lighter hair, and if you didn’t know any better you could have mistaken her for a younger sister.

You were still nervous about the date, but trusted Hyejoo’s judgement and hoped you were about to waste this opportunity that you had been given to meet a new girl. You took a deep breath as you stepped out of the taxi and headed into the restaurant, trying to calm your shaky hands.

The restaurant was larger than expected looking from the outside, equipped with a bar and seating area as you scanned around for your date.

“Good evening, sir. Do you have a reservation?” One of the hostesses asked, but before you had a chance to answer you heard an adorable voice interrupting.

“Over here!”

You were quickly blindsided by a cute girl that matched the picture that Hyejoo had shown you, abruptly wrapping her arms around in a tight hug.

She had a petite frame with brown hair, a tint lighter than Hyejoo and wore a modest black dress and heels with her hair styled perfectly.

“You’re Hyejoo’s friend right?” she asked, the smile on her face brighter than the sun.

“It would be a little awkward if I wasn’t now wouldn’t it?” you teased, gently nodding in response.

“Oh, well if you weren’t then I would just be hugging a cute stranger,” she said. “I’m Yerim.”

Cute? You thought to yourself as you were broadsided by this ball of happiness. “Come on, let’s eat!” she said, grabbing your hand as the hostess led you to your table.

You were both seated at a romantic candle-lit booth, letting Yerim sit down first as you took in the atmosphere of the restaurant. Hyejoo had picked the perfect place.

The waiter handed out menus and filled glasses to the brim with ice water as you looked over the laundry list of food, unsure what you were in the mood for.

“What’s good here?” Yerim asked the waiter, batting her eyelashes as her vocal tone grew higher.

“Our sushi and steak platter is very popular here. We have several different types to try paired with our signature sauces.”

“Steak? I love steak!” Yerim said, her mouth salivating just thinking about it.

“Me too. And sushi,” you said, as Yerim nodded to the waiter.

“I’ll bring it right out then,” the waiter said, scurrying away with a polite bow.

“I can’t wait!” Yerim said, licking her lips as she carefully unfolded and placed her napkin on her lap.

“It’s nice to meet you. Hyejoo has told me a lot about you!” she said, keeping a beautiful smile etched on her lips.

“Oh, has she? That seems a bit unfair, she didn’t tell me much about you. You’re much cuter than the picture she showed me.”

Yerim giggled as she opened her straw, placing it inside her glass and playing around with the ice cubes before taking a small sip, careful not to mess up her lip gloss.

The two girls were quite the contrast to each other. Hyejoo wasn’t one to care about most things, you found it difficult to pry her away from her gaming chair for anything but food and sex. Yerim on the other hand was hanging on your every word, finding any word you said the most interesting thing in the world without a hint of dishonesty.

Quicker than expected the food arrived, and you both dove in without hesitation, armed with chopsticks like a hunter stalking a prey.

The two opposing foods meshed perfectly. Raw sushi made with fish so fresh it might as well have been served directly out of the ocean, complimenting tender meat that literally melted in your mouth, cooked to perfection and seasoned, salted without excess. You swore you heard Yerim moaning out loud as she took her first bite.

Sharing food with a girl so full of energy was a wonderful experience, her company only adding to the delicious flavor. You were so focused on the fresh sushi that you barely had the capacity to register Yerim unapologetically taking the last piece of steak quicker than a deadly samurai and shoving it into her mouth proudly.

“Ah, you really must be Hyejoo’s friend,” you said sarcastically, frowning at her meat thievery.

"Mmm! There's nothing I love more than juicy meat in my mouth," Yerim said, without a hint of subtlety to her words.

She shamelessly went in for another piece of sushi, trying to add another piece of loot to her food heist as you quickly blocked her chopsticks with your own, denying her the satisfaction as you claimed the last spicy tuna roll for your own.

“Hey! That one was my favorite!” she protested, pursing her lips as her cheeks puffed as she watched the claimed prize disappearing into your mouth.

“Mine too! It was delicious,” you boasted, wiping your lips with the cloth napkin before folding it back on your lap. “I’m sorry, it was rude of me not to ask if you wanted the last piece.”

Yerim wasn’t one to stay mad for long, unfolding her arms as the signature brightness returned to her face. “The steak was better anyways,“ she said, giggling and sticking her tongue out.

Time flew by as you learned more about Yerim, hours had felt like minutes as they passed,

ending the meal with the biggest slice of cheesecake you had ever seen.

The waiter came by to drop off the bill as you scooped it up, not bothering to look at the total as the time spent with such an adorable human was priceless.

“Such a gentleman, aren’t you?” Yerim said, and you couldn’t quite tell if she was teasing you or not.

Leaving a generous tip, you walked Yerim outside the restaurant, both of you equally full from both the delicious food company as the temperature had dropped, the cool crisp air blowing every which way.

“Thank you for a fun night, Yerim. I’ll let Hyejoo know she picked well.”

Yerim’s cheeks reddened and tilted her head down shyly. “Ending the night so soon?” Yerim said, the disappointment in her voice clear as the night sky.

“Well, it’s getting late and I wouldn’t want to keep you up.”

“I don’t have a bedtime, silly,” she said, hitting your shoulder as the wind blew through her beautiful hair. The moonlight bouncing off her skin made her look even more gorgeous, illuminating her milky white skin.

Yerim closed the distance little by little until your noses were almost touching, letting you see the color in her beautiful round eyes.

“I had a really fun night too, but it doesn’t have to end here you know...” Yerim said, giving you a quick peck on your cheek.

Yerim was practically throwing herself at you as you gulped, swallowing down saliva nervously.

“Aren’t you going to invite a cute girl back to your place?” she abruptly said, taking charge of the situation.

You snapped out of it and weren’t going to let Hyejoo’s efforts go to waste. “O-of course. Would you like to go back to my place, Miss Yerim?”

“Of course! I thought you would never ask!”

The short taxi ride back to your place was filled with palpable sexual tension, neither of you muttering a word since you both left the restaurant. Yerim opted for her actions to speak for her as she rubbed your thigh the whole time.

You unlocked the door to your apartment and held the door open for Yerim as she stepped inside, swiveling her head as she looked around. She kicked her heels off and rubbed her feet, happy to be freed of them as her bare feet walked on the carpet.

“You have such a nice place. It’s cleaner than I expected.”

You didn’t know what that meant as you got comfortable, slipping your shoes off as you grabbed a bottle of water out of the fridge.

“Would you like something to drink?”

“No, thank you. I’m fine,” she replied, awkwardly standing in the middle of the living room until you gestured for her to take a seat. Yerim sat down excitedly, pulling her dress down and crossed her legs as you sat down next to her.

Yerim turned her body towards you and placed a hand on your knee, her full attention yours for the taking as her bright doe eyes lit up.

“This was the first blind date I’ve been on,” Yerim said, leaning in close enough that you could smell her cherry shampoo.

“Me too. Did you have a good time?”

“Yes! I’m still full from all that steak.”

You felt weak in the knees at Yerim’s beauty, the possibility that such a beautiful girl existed seemed to be good to be true. You hesitated to make the first move, but Yerim had it covered as she mounted your lap, wrapping her legs around your waist.

You felt the electricity in the air as Yerim’s lips brushed against yours, meeting for the first time as the sweet taste of her entered your mouth, reminding you of an unforgettable candy.

“You’re so pretty,” you said, the kiss breaking after just a few seconds, leaving you longing for more after just a tease.

“Keep kissing me and I’ll let you see how pretty the rest of me is,” Yerim said, once again without any subtlety. Your hands snaked around her slim waist as your lips met again, her tongue introducing itself and playing around with your own.

“Not bad,” Yerim said as she came up for air, her eyes drunk on lust already. This close you were able to distinguish all the features of her face, her dead drop gorgeous eyes, her cute nose, her luscious lips, it was all a complete package.

“You’re really pretty, Yerim,” you said, complimenting her again as her face reddened and the pale color of her cheeks faded.

“T-thank you,” Yerim said, running a hand through her hair, trying to calm herself down.

“I wasn’t planning on dating anytime soon, but Hyejoo talked me into it. I even got this new dress for the occasion.”

“It looks really good on you.”

“Thank you! I think it’ll look even better on your floor, though,” Yerim said, trying to keep a straight face and failing miserably.

You had no response in return, suddenly rendered speechless but her forwardness.

“It’s my first time. You’ll be gentle, won’t you?” Yerim asked, the innocence in her sparkling eyes shining through.

“W-wait, really?” you asked. Hyejoo didn’t certainly mention something so vital, and Yerim had just dropped this so casually on you that you didn’t know how to react.

“Isn’t it every guy's fantasy to pop a girl’s cherry?” Yerim asked, as she bit the tip of her fingernail.

You scrambled for words to find when Yerim began giggling uncontrollably, trying to save the last of her charade as she placed her hand over her mouth.

“You’re cute when you’re nervous,” Yerim said, as you felt all the color fading from your face.

“Don’t worry, I’m not actually a virgin. I am a good girl though,” she said, as she started grinding herself on your lap.

“Are you? I don’t think this is what good girls do, Yerim,” you said, grabbing her waist to hold her in place.

“Of course! I’m always a good girl…”

“We’ll see about that.”

Yerim’s expression never changed, her eyes keeping the same innocent look in them as if trying to convince you of her words. You moved her hair out of the way and kissed her neck in several places, diving in and gently sucking on the sensitive skin that you found there, causing Yerim to gasp loudly.

“Take me to the bedroom. I think you’re getting excited,” she teased, as blood had begun flowing to your pants, causing an erection to form that she had felt.

“Are you sure about this?” you asked, her gorgeous face a hair's breadth away as you lose yourself in her eyes.

Yerim nodded without hesitation, cupping both sides of your face and swiping her tongue against your lips, taking one more tender kiss, the taste of her lips lingering.

“Yes, I want it. I want you to fuck me,“ she whispered into your ear, her expression finally changing as her eyes opened wide. The innocence was gone, swallowed up by lust as she dismounted your lap and stretched her arm out as you led her to the bedroom.

“Wow, so this must be where you and Hyejoo have all your fun together?” she said, exploring the large bedroom with her eyes.

“Here, the bathroom, the shower, the couch, the kitchen counter…”

Yerim feigned surprise for a moment, stopping at the foot of the bed. “Where are we going to have fun together?”

“Wherever you would like.”

“We can start here,” Yerim said, closing the distance and went in for another makeout session as her slender fingers unbuttoned your shirt, fingers tracing your chest.

“Hyejoo left the part out about you having such a nice body,” Yerim said as she planted a wet kiss on your chest, slipping your shirt off your body as she tossed it away.

“Can’t let her spoil everything about me can we?” you said, exploring her body with your hands, cupping her backside with both hands and grabbing a handful of cheeks.

“It’s my turn then,” Yerim said, turning away from you and letting you see the backside of her little black dress. “Help a girl out?”

You let out a deep breath as you approached, grabbing the top of her zipper’s dress and pulled it down in one smooth movement, exposing her bare back. Yerim turned back around with the shyest of smiles, slipping the dress off her body as it piled at her feet.

Yerim rested her hands on her wide hips, presenting her tight body that was more mouthwatering than the meal you shared earlier. Underneath her dress she had on a cute purple bra, showing a hint of cleavage with matching underwear as she spun around and let you see her the thin piece of fabric nestled in between her delicious asscheeks.

The curves of her body competed with that of Hyejoo minus a smaller chest, competing where it mattered with delicious succulent thighs that you couldn’t wait to get your hands on.

“Like what you see?”

“I do. Is this what good girls wear?” you asked as you pulled her in close, hands wandering around before finding her backside again, squeezing her ass firmly.

“Y-yes! I’ll show you what a good girl I can be,”

Her eyes were filled with excitement as she kept them on you the entire time as she slowly lowered to her knees, staring at the bulge in your pants now at eye level.

“Can I?” Yerim asked with widened eyes, demonstrating her ability to wait for permission as she patiently waited. You gave the go ahead with a simple nod, and she swiftly undid your pants, yanking them down to your ankles as the bulge in your boxers became more prominent.

Yerim was quick to free your shaft from its constraints, hooking her fingers into the waistband of your boxers as she divested them from your body. Blood had rushed to your throbbing shaft as it was freed, almost smacking Yerim’s adorable face as it was met with the cool air.

“Wow...” Yerim said as your revealed cock met her gaze, hungrily admiring every last inch of it as she couldn’t keep her mouth closed. Her fingers wrapped around it, forming a tight fist and pumped up and down slowly, precum dripping out of your slit already as you throbbed in her hand.

Yerim had no time to waste, giving a few soft kisses on your tip as she flattened her tongue at the base of your cock, painting slow upward strokes with her wet tongue, swirling against your leaking slit and collecting every drop.

“Mmm, yummy!” she said, and without hesitation she parted her lips with your shaft, taking you into the warmth of her mouth, sucking on your swollen sensitive tip.

“Oh... f-fuck,” you moaned out, your toes digging into the carpet as the pleasure took over, shooting up your spine. Yerim’s mouth was nothing but pleasurable, delivering radiating warmth as her puckered lips wrapped around your shaft, feeling like the softest silk as she applied a delicate suction and hollowed her squishy cheeks.

You looked up at the lights for a second, trying to distract yourself from the intense feeling of Yerim’s lips sucking you off. It didn’t help much, especially when you felt her warm mouth unexpectedly move deeper, causing you to moan loudly.

You almost regretted looking down, watching as Yerim bobbed her head up and down as she slurped on your shaft, retreating her mouth back when half of you entered her mouth as her playful tongue ran along the sensitive underside of your cock.

“God, that feels amazing,” you said, placing a hand on the back of her head, both to guide her movements and to give yourself a necessary outlet. Yerim took this as encouragement, swiftly sliding her lips up and down your throbbing shaft, leaving behind a trail of glistening warm saliva in her wake.

Yerim looked up, showing the hunger in her eyes, spitting leftover saliva as she furiously stroked your cock.

“Does that feel good, daddy?” she asked, your cock twitching in her small hand, answering for you. Hyejoo had told her one of your little secrets it seemed.

“Please fuck my face, daddy. Fill my throat with this nice cock,” Yerim pleaded, letting any last remnants of innocence slip away.

It was hard not to be taken aback by her filthy words that didn’t match her cute features, but you’d be lying if the juxtaposition didn’t send your arousal level skyrocketing.

Taking control of your shaft you rubbed your tip on her soft warm lips, pushing yourself back into the intoxicating warmth of her mouth. You guided Yerim deeper by pushing the back of her head down until her lips met the base of your shaft. With minimal effort you entered her throat, hitting the back of it as it tightened around you and caused her to gag loudly. You instinctively began to withdraw, but the look in her eyes suggested otherwise.

You grabbed both sides of her head, moving gently as strands of dark hair wrapped around your fingers as you thrusted in and out of her warm mouth, gradually testing her limits. Yerim kept gagging as your tip stuck the back of her throat, but gave no signal she wanted you to stop, her lustful gaze suggesting the opposite.

It didn’t take long for your self control to vanquish itself, carnal desires taking over as you took pleasure from Yerim, fucking her mouth furiously and slapping your balls against her chin as her round eyes began watering with tears.

“Such a good girl. You like being used like this?” you asked, Yerim unable to answer but smiling with a mouth full of cock, slurping and gagging on every inch of throbbing hard flesh.

You never stopped your rough treatment of Yerim’s pretty mouth, ruining her makeup that was no doubt meticulously put on as she tried to tame her gag reflex to no avail. You could see by her watery eyes how much she was enjoying this, dripping down her thighs as she kept her mouth open for you to encourage your forceful use of her throat.

Yerim’s hands didn’t stay idle as they worked the clasp of her bra, discarding it from her body to free her perky tits, only strengthening your erection. She held on to your thighs to brace herself, slobbering on your shaft as you kept her throat filled, taking every thrust like a champ as messy drool spilled out of her lips and coated her bare chest.

Your senses were overwhelmed as Yerim had been turned into a mess, her beautiful face now stained with tears and drool, hair disheveled and out of place. You couldn’t keep this pace up for much longer or you were liable to finish much sooner than you wanted to, forcing her head down and holding her there for several seconds before mercifully withdrawing your shaft from her messy mouth.

Yerim came up for air with several loud gasps, messy strands of spit connected your glistening wet shaft to her smiling lips.

“You really are a good girl,” you said, using your stiff cock and slapping her face several times with your wet shaft as she continued grinning from ear to ear.

"I wasn't lying…"

“I want you on the bed. I’m still a little hungry.”

"Of course, daddy!"

Yerim was quick to obey as she climbed up and crawled on the bed, lying flat on her back as she spread her legs for you, offering herself up like a scrumptious meal.

"Come taste me, daddy," Yerim beckoned, biting her lip as she rubbed her pussy through her skimpy panties, showing off the wet spot staining the front of her crotch that only grew the more she touched herself.

Yerim's perfect body was almost fully unwrapped for you, and you couldn’t take anymore and needed to see every inch, wanting to get in between those thighs you couldn’t stop staring. You joined her on the bed and peeled her panties off without hesitation down her sexy legs, revealing her bare pussy and the prettiest set of lips that were dripping with arousal.

"Beautiful," you said as you laid flat on your stomach, positioning yourself and spreading her legs wider as Yerim blushed in response.

“T-thank you, daddy.”

You grew tired of staring and wanted to take action, planting several kisses on Yerim’s bare thighs in different places, never putting your lips on the same part of skin twice. She squirmed at your touch as you teased her, placing your mouth dangerously close to her pussy but refusing to touch her center.

"D-daddy, please-"

“What is it, baby? What do you need?” you asked, swiping your tongue against her luscious thighs to taste her creamy skin, lapping up juices that had already spilled out of her core and sampling them.

“Eat my pussy, p-please, daddy.”

“You’re cute when you beg. I’m gonna make you do more of that,” you said, lowering your head in between her open legs and giving one slow swipe of your tongue against her pink dripping slit.

"O-oh f-fuck, daddy," Yerim moaned as you gave several licks repeatedly, exploring her wet tolds with your tongue. You slipped your tongue inside her juicy pussy, gathering her delicious nectar on your tastebuds and gave a few swipes against her cilt before sucking on it.

"Your pussy tastes so fucking good,” you said, slurping on her swollen clit as you felt the warmth of her thighs on either side of your face, wrapping around your head and squeezing. You looked straight into Yerim’s round, lust-filled eyes as you ate her out, watching her bliss overtake her features as you lapped up all her leaking juices, drinking up every drop.

“F-fuck, you’re really good at that,” Yerim cried out, her hips bucking with a mind of their own. You brought a finger inside her dripping wet cunt, then a second short after, thrusting into her tight little hole as you kept your lips secured around her swollen clit, slurping harshly on it.

“That feels so good, o-oh my god, please d-don’t stop, daddy…”

Yerim grew wetter and wetter, your fingers being drenched with her slick as you messily ate her out, her thighs squeezing your head tighter as her breathing became shallow. You kept eye contact as your fingers plunged to the hilt, the warm walls of her cunt squeezing your wet fingers, not letting you go.

“J-ust like that, I’m so c-close, f-fuck!”

You kept firm pressure on her clit as her moans grew stronger and longer, lips suckling harshly on her sensitive nub as you helped her chase what she was desperate for, drinking in her nectar as it filled your mouth.

“D-daddy, I-I’m going to cum!”

Yerim suffocated you with her thighs as you kept your lips on her clit, fucking her with your fingers without mercy as grabbed onto your head, pushing you deeper into her delicious pussy as she couldn’t take it any more.

“O-oh, oh my god, daddy, I’m cumming!”

Yerim’s muscles tensed up as her toes curled, flooding your mouth with her sweet succulent honey. Her hips bucked uncontrollably as you helped her hit her peak, her thighs trembling around your head, smearing her juices all over your lips and chin, drowning you with her pleasure.

It was loud and messy, an unforgettable clmax for Yerim as you helped her come down from it gently, slurping with less force and removing your lips from her sensitive clit. Your fingers however, stayed deep inside her as her thighs lost the power they held around your head.

“I want you to cum again for me,” you ordered, pumping your fingers furiously inside her dripping tight hole, her wetness sucking you in.

“I-I can’t, p-please, daddy, I’m still sensitive…”

“You said you’re a good girl didn’t you? I want you to cum one more time.”

You had no plans of letting up, both fingers buried to the hilt inside Yerim’s pussy, keeping up the stimulation on her body as you felt her cunt pulsating again. The wet squelch of her warm hole filled the room as you never stopped moving, keeping her pussy filled as tears welled up in her sparkling eyes as you demanded another orgasm out of her.

“Cum for me, baby, I know you can do it. One more time, I want to see how wet you can really get.”

“P-please, I-I, f-fuck, o-oh fuck!”

Yerim was a beautiful squirming mess, her thighs covered in her own juices as she let out desperate gasps and moans, the intense stimulation overwhelming her body and all her senses.

“D-daddy, p-please!”

You weren’t planning on stopping until you got what you wanted and what Yerim deserved. Your wrist felt like it was on fire as fingers were kept curled inside her heat, moving frantically with one goal in mind.

Yerim barely had time to register the growing knot in her abdomen, still focused on the intense aftershocks running throughout her body that she quickly came without warning. Her orgasm was much stronger as slick juices gushed out of her sensitive pussy that forced your fingers out of her as she squirted all over you and the bed, staining the sheets and leaving a dark mess on the bed.

Yerim shook uncontrollably as her second consecutive orgasm winded down, you helped her out by caressing her thighs to calm her down, rubbing her pussy with your palm.

“P-please, s-stop, I can’t take anymore, p-please,” she begged, and you had your fill, ceasing any form of contact as her sounds of gasping heightened, her chest uninterruptedly heaving up and down.

“Good girl. Are you okay?” you asked, making a show of cleaning your fingers off with her juices.

“Y-yes, I’m fine, daddy. That was intense, I’ve never had anyone do that before,” she said, struggling to form full syllables.

You patiently waited for Yerim to regain her composure, giving all the time she needed. It took several moments for the trembling in her body to control itself, as the lustful gaze in her eyes returned, and you knew that meant she was ready for the next step.

“Will you fuck me now, daddy?”

“If you insist,” you replied, getting into position as your knees pressed against the still drenched sheets as you maneuvered in between her spread thighs. Yerim pushed her knees up and feet flat on the mattress as the anticipation of what you both desired was at an all-time high.

Gazing into her eyes with your cock in hand, you eagerly lined yourself up with Yerim’s pussy, sliding in between the warm flesh of her drenched pussy lips, stalling your desires to enter her body. You parted her folds, playing with her slippery flesh and refusing to do anything else but tease her entrance.

“P-please, put it inside me, daddy. I’ve been a good girl.”

“You have, but I want you to beg for it. Beg for me to fuck you.”

Yerim whined audibly as your cock loitered around her inviting opening, spreading her juices around and denying her the pleasure she desperately sought. It wasn’t going to be that easy for you to give in.

“P-please, please fuck me, daddy. I’m so wet, I need to feel your cock inside my tight little pussy!”

“I don’t think you really mean it,” you said, watching the desperation in her eyes as you slapped her clit with your cock. Yerim squirmed as you nudged the tip of your cock against her hole, teasing penetration but stopping at the last moment, leaving her unsatisfied and empty.

“P-please! I can’t take it anymore, please fuck me, daddy!”

You felt like you could go on like this forever, but your own self-control was being tested as the more you teased her the more you wanted to be inside her. Yerim continued to plead and beg, reduced to a desperate whiny mess and starving for cock as you looked straight into her eyes and slid inside her in one smooth stroke, parting the wet hungry lips of her cunt.

“O-oh my god.”

Yerim opened her mouth to let out a moan, her eyes struggling to stay open as flesh entered inside her. She tilted her head back as she was finally given what she craved as the tip of your cock disappeared inside her heat. Yerim was overwhelmingly tight, her walls suffocated your cock and you wanted to savor such an unforgettable feeling for as long as you could, lazily moving your hips.

You started out slowly, wanting Yerim to earn every single thrust. Her silky wet walls felt heavenly around your shaft, her warmth so intoxicating as you slid in and out of her pussy at a gingerly pace. She felt so wet, so hot, so tight inside that you couldn’t help but keep your pace slow at first, wanting to drown in all the intense sensations that flooded your body.

“Your pussy feels so amazing,” you said, as Yerim’s body tested your patience as you slid an inch deeper at a time, until you had bottomed her out. Her wetness was so prominent that you were able to move inside her effortlessly, her messy juices lubricating your sluggish thrusts.

“Do you like how tight I am, daddy? I’m much tighter than Hyejoo aren’t I?” Yerim asked as she adjusted to your length, keeping her desperate eyes glued to your own as you began to move more forcefully inside her, fueling your desires to give her everything and more.

“You’re so big, daddy. I want to be pounded senseless, ruin me please!”

“You have such a dirty little mouth don’t you, baby? I’m starting to think you aren’t a good girl after all,” you told her, upping your pace and fucking her harder as you grabbed her warm thighs, slipping into the wet depths of her hot constricting cunt.

Yerim feigned the hint of surprise on her face as she moaned, arms by her side and holding on to your bed sheets as she relaxed into the mattress.

“T-that’s not true, daddy. I’m not a bad girl…”

She struggled to keep her eyes open as pleasure took control of her body, and you felt no need to hold back and began pistoning your hips, pounding her pussy and stuffing her full of cock.

“I don’t think you’re a good girl. But I think you’re a little slut,” you said as you gave her the hardest thrust of the night, making her gasp at how deep your cock fit inside her.

“I-I’m not a slut, I’m a good-ah!”

Yerim’s denial was interrupted as you lifted her luscious legs into the air, draping them over your shoulders. You were able to hit spots you couldn’t before, thrusting carelessly into her pussy as the bed became an orchestra of noisy squeaks and audible moans.

“O-oh fuck, right there! just like that, daddy!”

You had no plans on stopping now that Yerim had unshackled the chains of desire, hugging her legs while your hips went wild as you drove yourself repeatedly into her comfortable warm hole.

It was impossible to concentrate on anything else with how good she felt and the never-ending wetness that smothered your shaft as you established a perfect rhythm and looked directly into Yerim’s eyes as you stretched her out.

“Such a good little slut, taking this cock so well,” you hissed, feeling her pussy clench around your cock at the second use of the word she swore she wasn’t, her body betraying her. Yerim let out wordless gasps and moans as you kept the momentum up with no end in sight.

Yerim’s moans grew and grew as your rhythm sped up, her flushed skin becoming warmer to touch as you kept her filled airtight, her walls pulsating around your drenched shaft.

“You’re going to cum again?”

“Y-yes, I’m so close! Please don’t stop…”

“You can’t. Not until you admit what a slut you are.”

“B-but I’m not...I’m a good girl I promise!” she said, desperately trying to keep up the act.

You slowed down your thrusts at the result of her defiance, practically at a standstill, resting inside her.

“N-no, wait! P-please, I’m so c-close. Let me cum, please, let me cum, daddy.”

You refused until she gave you want you wanted, only thrusting into her body every few seconds, driving her crazy.

“Say it. Tell me and I’ll make you feel better than you ever have before.”

Yerim was left with no other options, frustratedly grabbing on to the sheets as the fire in her abdomen kept burning.

“I’-I’m a slut. I’m a needy little slut that needs to cum!”

“No, you’re a good little slut. Now cum on my cock,” you corrected, reestablishing your pace and driving every inch of hard flesh inside her. Her walls clenched almost painfully tight, her wetness growing as you pounded her into the mattress.

“D-daddy, I-I’m cumming!”

Yerim’s orgasm didn’t dawdle, her toes curling into the sheets as her back arched, taking every inch of flesh into her wet pussy. You fucked her straight through her strongest orgasm of the night, her legs shaking in your hands as she came hard. If your sheets weren’t ruined before she made sure they were.

“Good little slut” you purred, letting her legs drop from your shoulders gently as your pace slowed down, caressing her face as her glazed over eyes could barely stay open.

“D-don’t you need to cum too, daddy?” Yerim asked with several shallow breaths, doing her best to form a sweet smile. You leaned forward and kissed her, tasting the cherries on her lips and watched her chest slowly heaving up and down, almost hypnotizing you.

“Not yet. I’m not done having fun with you.”

Letting her rest for a moment you slowly withdrew from her drenched pussy, watching your shaft glistening with her juices in the lights as you left her body empty, whines escaping her lips. Hands on her hips you nudged her as she turned over, getting on her hands and knees.

Yerim settled into position, displaying the naked curves of her body, ripe for the taking. She granted you all access to her delicious bent over body, her head resting on the mattress and her plump ass raised in the air.

Her pretty pink lips were still splayed open after your treatment of her, but you were just getting started, rubbing your painfully hard shaft between her warm buttcheeks as you prepared yourself to enter her pussy.

Yerim’s skin was so soft as you used her cheeks to massage your throbbing shaft, you couldn’t take much of being outside her. Not wasting time you lined yourself back up with her tight hole, poking against her entrance again with no plans to keep her waiting, needing to find yourself buried in her smothering warmth.

Taking a deep breath you looked at the pleading look in Yerim’s eyes as she patiently looked over her shoulder. You popped your hips and slid in an inch inside her dripping heat before letting the rest sink inside.

Yerim gasped as her pussy swallowed up your cock hungrily and refused to let you go, enveloping you in a familiar warmth and wetness as she lowered her head, fingers wrapped around in your sheets.

“Such a tight little slut, aren’t you? You want daddy to pound this tight pussy?”

“Yes, daddy! Don’t hold back this time, okay? I can take it!”

There wasn’t any reason not to give Yerim just what she asked for as you placed your hands on her supple cheeks, squeezing the soft flesh and kneading it, pressing your fingertips into her warm flushed skin.

“Fuck me!”

Yerim was just every bit demanding as your mutual friend and fuckbuddy Hyejoo, and if she wanted to be treated the same you were going to oblige her. She was all yours and you were going to make the most of it as you started at a rapid pace, finding a harsh rhythm and drove yourself deep inside, making her scramble for a tighter grip on the sheets.

“You’re so fucking wet. Good girls definitely don’t drip all over my cock like this.”

Yerim couldn’t find a response, answering back only in lustful erotic moans as you increased your pace, moving your hands to her wide hips and squeezing her flesh hard enough to bruise in the morning.

“Harder! F-fuck me harder, daddy, please!”

“Since you asked so nicely…”

Yerim so impossibly tight that it almost hurt as you plunged every single inch of flesh in her, making sure your hips smacked against her big ass, causing her plump cheeks to ripple in time with your thrusts as she arched her back high.

“Oh f-fuck, you’re so deep! H-harder, daddy!”

“So needy,” you said, gripping her hips even tighter to pull her back against your cock, slamming into her pussy without mercy and using no wasted movements. You flattened your palm and gave her beautiful tight ass a hard smack that echoed across the room.

Her pussy clenched in response as she let out a loud gasp, and you gave her another slap on the other cheek as her walls tightened around you, threatening to push you out of her body.

“F-fuck!”

“So you’re a slut that loves to be spanked, huh? Hyejoo left out so many things,” you said, smacking her ass repeatedly in the same spot until you left a faint handprint on her pale skin.

“Y-yes! I’m a naughty little slut that loves to be spanked and used!”

Your smacks against her plump ass grew harder, her tender flesh rippling with each flick of your wrist. Yerim’s walls clenched each time you smacked her delicious ass, the mixture of pain and pleasure causing her natural juices to flood down her thighs.

“P-please don’t stop!” Yerim begged, looking back at you with desperation as you saw tears had formed in her eyes. You gave a brief moment of respite, massaging the sore reddened skin until she signaled she was ready for another round.

You struck her cheeks with more force, winding your arm back to deliver slap after slap, making sure you hit the same part of her ass as found the handprints that made such an easy target. Her sensitive skin grew a brighter shade of red with each smack, each harsh slap made her wetter and wetter.

You looked down at your handiwork, your cock disappearing into between bright red buttcheeks that you found it impossible not to want even more out of her body as you pulled her arms behind her, grabbing her dainty wrists with a tight grip.

“I’m really going to fucking ruin you,” you growled, pounding away into Yerim as if it a fire had just been lit inside you, dropping all sense of self control as your animalistic urges took over.

You were anything but gentle, fucking Yerim with the harshest thrusts your body could give. Shortly after sweat began to drip down your forehead, misting over Yerim’s naked back.

“Th-that’s so good, you’re fucking me so well, daddy!”

Yerim could barely keep it together, her pussy dripping like a faucet as she found it hard to think straight, all thoughts ceased except the hard throbbing cock ravaging her cunt without any care.

“F-fuck, d-daddy! You’re gonna make me cum again!”

Your breathing grew as shallow as hers, the loud slap of hot flesh against hot flesh filled your ears alongside Yerim’s lustful moans as your hips smacked her ass, your sweaty bodies clinging together.

“Cum for me. Cum again for me you greedy little slut.”

It only took until your sentence had ended. Yerim was teetering on the edge and your words and actions pushed her over it, unable to control herself any longer she selfishly took her fourth climax of the night. It was the weakest of the bunch but still no less satisfying, toes curling in the mattress as her orgasm jerked her whole body, and had you not had control of her arms it would have been easy for her to fall face first into the mattress.

Her wet hot pussy squeezed your cock so hard that you prepared yourself to follow in her footsteps, giving into the mind-numbing pleasure and released the grip on her wrists. Your hands found their rightful place on her hips as you pounded her pussy as long as you both could stand it.

“I-I’m gonna fucking cum too. Where do you want it?”

“Yay! Cum inside me, daddy! Please, I need my pussy filled so badly, p-please!”

You had just enough time to wait for her response, your body not waiting much longer, finding it harder and harder to breathe and it was impossible to leave the warmth of her silky dripping cunt.

Looking down between your legs, you used all your remaining energy as your cock disappeared in between her cheeks, no longer fighting the urge to hold back anything as the sweat on your bodies increased, as did the harsh sounds of your bodies slapping against one another.

You reached your peak with ease thanks to the vigorous use of Yerim’s body. It was just too much to handle as your pulsating shaft erupted inside her, moaning loudly and sending shot after shot of thick semen into the suffocatingly tight walls of her heavenly wet pussy.

Using all the energy you had left you finished up your final thrusts, slowing down the movement of your hips and ensuring not a drop was left. You were both exhausted, tired gasps and heavy panting filled the room but you couldn’t help but give her backside one more squeeze as your cock rested inside her.

“You came so much...it’s so warm…”

Once your senses had recovered and you withdrew an inch at a time as your depleted cock slipped out of Yerim’s freshly fucked pussy, leaving a stream of thick milky cum leaking out of her that dripped down her thighs, mixing with the already prevalent juices that had ruined your bedsheets.

You had just enough energy to let your tired self plop on the tortured mattress, Yerim crashing on top as your sweaty bodies melded together in a mess of limbs.

“That was amazing…” Yerim managed to mutter out, drained syllables barely leaving her sweet lips in a coherent sentence, her head resting on your chest while you draped an arm over her back, pulling her in tight.

“Do you want to clean up? My shower is big enough for two,” you said, making Yerim drip between her messy thighs again as you fixed strands of sweaty disheveled hair out of place.

“I can barely move,” Yerim giggled, flashing a weak smile.

“Don’t move then. Take all the time you need.”

“This was a wonderful date. Thank you, daddy.”

Yerim quickly fell asleep in your arms, out like a light. You were about to follow her until a buzz on your nightstand interrupted you from doing so.

Hyejoo deserved some credit, and you’d had to thank her in the morning. For now all you could do was drift away to sleep, thankful for the amazing night with Yerim and also that she wasn’t a snorer.

[jjaeong]

Rest Easy My Love, I’ll Always Be Your Favorite Girl.

Series: KPOP Girl Group: 이달의 소녀 (LOONA).

Pairing: Jung Jinsol & Orbit Female Reader.

Summary: Jung Jinsol had always loved her group’s fans, every single one of their supporters that she had met were all lovable—no matter if she was their favorite member or not. But among the several new faces she’d seen in their online meet & greets, a particular girl who Jinsol had always used to frequently see in their fan sign events had made the list for the meetup. In which Y/L/N Y/N was just like any other Orbit, living her life when she earns a scolding from her bias for not meeting up as much as they used to, along with Y/N receiving an unexpected gift with her signed copy of their album.

“Is that you Guppy? Ah, I can’t believe you’re trying to hide—I can see you clearly from way over here!”

You covered your face in embarrassment as the girl’s voice boomed through the speakers of the venue, with your body leaned to the side in attempt to conceal yourself further—though you could distinctly hear several fans beside you snickering and trying to call for the member’s attention. At this point, you could only wonder about what you’ve done in your past life to deserve such an oddly close relationship with your idol—along with the fact that she had never seemed to have changed with how she treated you since your second fan sign event.

But the idol didn’t seem too concerned about her interaction with you as she sat back down on her chair, placing her mic on the table with a grin set on her lips while fixing the blanket on her lap. You could only breathe in a relieved sigh when you sat back up to watch your favorite member fiddle with her mic, how she looked completely as if she belonged in the spot light—a soft smile on her lips as she scanned the crowd carefully and gave a few poses for the cameras that were directed at her along the way. The sight had always seemed to have strike a meaningful flashback to all of the other fan sign events you’ve met her in, but one particular fond memory would hit harder than the others—and it happens whenever you’d lock eyes with Jinsoul from your chair as you waited for your turn.

It was the first fan signing event you’ve attended after deciding that you had finally wanted to meet her in person.

A huge part of you wished that you had been there from the start, but you’ve only started to become their fan around Odd Eye Circle’s Mix & Match promotions—it wasn’t that late but still, you could’ve been there for her very first fan signing event. But the regretful thoughts were quick to wash away once you’ve entered the room, finding the girl sitting there in between Kim Lip and Choerry as she donned a vest in your favorite color—looking exactly the same in real life as in her music videos. And if that wasn’t enough to knock the breath right out of your lungs—she was even more ethereal once you were sat in front of her, a cheesy grin set on her lips as she leaned on the desk to scan your face thoughtfully.

“Hello! I’ve never seen you before.”

“You’re my favorite girl.” 

And just like that, as much as the memory was special moment—it was also one of the most awkward encounters you had ever had in your life, with you blurting the words out as if you’ve only meant to say it in your head for it to only come right out of your mouth. You could still feel the blood rushing to your cheeks as Jinsoul sat in front of you, blinking while Choerry and Kim Lip turned to look at the two of you with the biggest smirks plastered across their lips.

“I see.. Alright then, who exactly am I writing for?” Jinsol popped her pen cap open, looking back down on your album with a smile still playing on her lips before she noticed that you weren’t replying—making her look up at your flushed features expectantly as you debated what you’d want her to write. Through your blushing state, you told her to just write the initials of your name which made her raise a brow but then deciding to just do it anyway before drawing an emoticon with it’s tongue sticking out—finishing the signature with a bunch of hearts around your initials before she looked up to find you just staring down thoughtfully at the album in her hands.

You didn’t even catch your idol’s endearing gaze set on your shy features even as you moved onto your time with Kim Lip, who seemed to be easier for you to talk to just like Choerry—but the girl kept teasing you which made you sit through your entire meeting all flustered and charmed at how beautiful she was inside and out. The first fan signing event went along with Jinsol’s gaze from your peripheral vision whenever you refused to look her straight in the eyes, and even as they left—she turned around to give you a shy wave which sent your heart summersaulting inside of you.

And with the second fan meeting, it was indeed the last confirmation you needed before choosing the girl as your favorite artist out of anyone out there.

“No, I’ve thought of a name for you—not that I think that it’s better than your initials but..” even before she could tell you what exact it was that she named you, Jinsoul quickly scribbled her chosen name for you under your initials that were written by Heejin. A satisfied grin set on her lips as she leaned back to stare at her art which made you lean over to find the word “구피” written on the cover with a small fish drawing at the end, making you tilt your head in confusion before looking back up at the beaming idol in puzzlement. The moment you’ve left the venue and sat in front of your computer, you quickly typed the name in the search bar to find it’s meaning—only to find that it was a fish, most commonly known to be the “Rainbow Fish”.

And also, one of the very few fish that you can have in the same aquarium as a betta fish.

Actually, it was the most optimal fish to be in the same space as a betta.

That night, you leaned back on your chair as you stared at the signed album in a completely dazed state—thinking about how Jinsoul didn’t just pick a simple nickname for you.

But your favorite girl gave you a pet name.

And now there you sat in LOONA’s nth fan meeting, still feeling the same exact nervousness from your first event as you watched the chair in front of Heejin slowly become unoccupied—the fan moving to meet Hyunjin as you were motioned over by their manager to occupy the recently vacated seat.

“Y/N! You’ve dyed your hair, it really suits you—ah, it’s your favorite color. Of course it’ll fit you.” Heejin didn’t even have to ask your name as she scribbled it down on the cover, making it a bit smaller—knowing that Jinsol would always somehow write her name for you at the end. 

“Don’t you ever get tired of Jinsoul-unnie? Have you ever thought of going to our fan signs for another member—like me, maybe?” Hyunjin teased which made you squirm in your seat in no time and Heejin laughing loudly next to her, hitting her best friend with both hands while Hyunjin leaned over the table to stare at you in anticipation.

“Ah! I knew it was you! Your hair looks so pretty—I bet Jinsoul would love it too! But what about that post of yours, the one where you were trying to convince people to stream Hyunjin’s ‘Around You’ MV—how’d that go?” Haseul’s eyes twinkled as she remembered what you told her in the last event—after she asked you what you’ve been doing since the meeting before, to which you just scratched the back of your neck at before replying that you suppose only time will tell. 

Yeojin stood from her spot to compare heights with you—which she always had done every fan sign after she had the idea that you grew taller every fan meeting—and with Vivi reminding you to bring extra layers on the next venue because she heard that the place had a history of a malfunctioning air conditioning system. You’ve barely finished speaking to Vivi when you heard a mic being tapped from the speakers, Jinsol’s low voice checking if her mic was on before she leaned over to peek over to you while you nodded along to Vivi’s gentle words.

“Y/N! Hurry up!” 

Kim Lip cackled next to the older member as you side-eyed the impatient blonde who was now impatiently fiddling with her mic, turning to look at the fan that previously sat in front of her—seated in front of Choerry while the younger OEC member giggled at the pouting blonde. Jinsol had just finished speaking to the next fan that was right before you when she started to whine like a child that wanted your attention as you sat in front of Kim Lip, leaned over as the member reached over to pat your head once you told her you’ve finished the work you’ve mentioned before that you were stressing over.

“You’ve worked hard, our Y/N~”

“Our!? Hey! She's here for me!” Jinsol taunted Kim Lip who just smiled at you as if the needy member didn’t exist, to which you could only smile apologetically to the OEC Leader at before standing up from your seat to look at a smug looking Jinsoul who was now leaned back on her chair—arms crossed and a brow raised as she attempted to look intimidating after all the whining she had done previously.

“You dyed your hair without asking me first? And here I thought I was special.” you grinned at the girl before playing along, glancing down at the colored strands of your hair before humming and looking up in thought.

“Oh? It was spontaneous, I didn’t think you’d be this much against it. I could always dye it back if it bothers you that much..” Jinsol snorted before leaning on the desk to pop her pen cap open, all while keeping direct eye contact with you as she smirked.

“No, I just asked why you didn’t tell me before you had it done—I didn’t say that I didn’t like it.” you dryly laughed at her statement which made her break from the character she had seemed to be playing, making you reach over to push the album over to her so she could get her signature done—you were only interacting with borrowed time, after all. But Jinsol, as always didn’t let it get to her—but instead, she grabbed ahold of your wrist before you had pulled it back from the table. Quickly drawing a silhouette Guppy fish on the back of your hand and positioning her hand to start signing your album until a manager behind her tells her to let go of you—which she did but not before looking up to frown at the person and mumbling things under her breathe as you laughed.

“Oh, I went to the Ocean Park with a friend the other day and I got you something.” you rummaged through your bag that had kept different kinds of gifts for each member, remembering well enough to not go over the top after Jinsoul had teased that you’ve practically attended their fan signs more than they have—that it was enough to see you continuing to be a loyal fan since your first event—but you couldn’t help but not pick the gift up, considering that it wasn’t everyday that you’d visit an Ocean Park right?

And it was also as if a higher power had willed it, out of all the sea creatures in the gift shop—there was only one stock left of what you’ve picked up as a gift for the girl.

Jinsoul’s look of disapproval at your mention of a gift turned into a soft gaze at the sight of the little plush rainbow Guppy fish dangling in your hands as you beamed at her, the idol’s heart warmed at the thought of you being outside and just taking a moment to remember her in the midst of your everyday life. She then reached over to take it from your grasp just before you pulled another plush keychain—a more familiar type of fish in Jinsoul’s eyes, making the girl look at you expectantly as you eyed the two keychains.

“I didn’t know if you’d want the Guppy, or the Betta so I just got both of them. They’re yours—”

“Keep that one,” Jinsoul quickly snatched the Guppy keychain from your hands, a shy smile on her lips as she continued to look down at the accessory in hand—completely disregarding your stunned features as you held up the Betta keychain between you two, “I like my Guppy.”

“Ah.. Great, good to hear.” you dragged, watching Jinsoul lean back to look around for a manager before she sneaked the item in her coat pocket and met your eyes again, an appreciative look set on her features.

“You’ll be here again next time, right?” the blonde had always asked the question, at this point you wondered why she continued to ask after your meeting even though you’ve never missed a single one since your second one—but as you’ve continued to tell her that you will, every single time, you’ve realized that it was just the idol’s way of telling you that no matter what happened, no matter how big they’d get or where life leads you.

She’ll always be there, as your favorite member—until the next time you’d meet.

“Of course, Jinsoul. I promise to work hard again this week if you do the same.”

“I promise.”

And so the fan meeting had ended, the girls had directed warm smiles and waves at the crowd—making a point to find you in your seat and mouth a quick goodbye just before Jinsoul smiled at you, disappearing into the exit as the staff started directing how everyone would leave the venue. 

What you didn’t expect however, was that fan meeting being the final face-to-face meet & greet you’re going to experience with the girls, the anguish that had you sulking for weeks after failing to attend the last event they had due to a sudden change of schedules in your classes—your professor announced that you’ll be having a test at the time of the meet & greet—and your part time work in a local coffee shop had also needed your assistance that day. It was practically the busiest day you’ve ever had since your routine of going to LOONA’s events, the day being something that you wish had never come to but what would you have done? The coffee shop was your only way of saving up money for the seats—and you were so close to finishing your degree in Humanities, it was just one day right? What could possibly go wrong?

A sudden influx with the case of a particular disease that had caused a pandemic to happen.

That’s what happened.

It was all downhill from there, you were balancing your university life in the cyberspace from your bed room condominium—all while feeling the burden of the sales dropping at the coffee shop you were working in which might put you in the list of workers they’d lay off. The situation that had unfolded before you had your mental state plummeting in no time, it was as if you were sitting on the edge of the cliff as you’ve lived through yet another day of getting up from your bed—turning on your computer, attending classes, leaving for work.. It was all robotic, and you absolutely despised it.

A few months had passed with you just trying to adjust to the circumstances, without thinking about anything else—at your own pace, as they’d like to call it—you started communicating with your friends again, life seemed to have became a bit brighter than how it was just before the pandemic had happened.

It wasn’t the best, but you could at least bear it better than the first few months.

You were writing down notes one night and your hand had managed to knock over a mug that you’ve filled with your pens, the contents spilling on your carpet to which had you quickly reaching over to collect the pens—but not before your eyes connected with a familiar keychain dangling from the zipper of your guitar bag. Looking up to your shelf and finding the several LOONA albums that had been displayed on it—the Orbit light stick, the photocard file folder, the Jinsoul album sat in full view next to the 12:00 album you still bought even if you never listened to it or tuned in with them at all.

You were in so much pain yet you still managed to buy the merchandise for when you were ready to come back.

But the Betta keychain was enough for you to go to their website and give the online meet & greet a shot.

“Woah! Look who it is—ah Jinsoul-unnie is going to be so surprised.. How have you been Y/N? Where have you been!?” Heejin lowered her voice when she  spoke your name, you sighed before telling her things didn’t go as well as you’d hope but it all paid off as you were finally back on track.

“..Really, it sucks that this had to happen but—what can we do right? As long as we’re here, we still have a chance of making up for the time we’ve spent alone instead of making great memories with everyone..” Olivia Hye gave you a reassuring smile as you nodded to her words in understanding.

“Give me your address—I’ll sneak you a slice of Heejin’s Cheesecake when she makes some again. It’s really tasty! I really couldn’t stop myself..” you laughed at Hyunjin’s sulking expression on the screen.

“Cookie Run! Cookie Run!” Gowon started chanting as you looked at her in confusion, making the girl burst out into a fit of giggles before she passed the phone to Haseul who practically shrieked at sight of you on the screen. You’ve passed through the surprised members until finally being handed onto your favorite member who was just the second to the last member you were going to interact with—to which Jinsoul didn’t seem to have seen your face the first time as she was plugging her earphone through the headphone jack until she had finished, eyes widening before breaking into a full smile but then quickly masking it with a scowl.

“Hey! You think you’re so brave to come here after I haven’t seen you in months!? What do you think you’re doing, huh Y/N!?” Jinsoul shouted through her receiver, making you pull one of your earplugs out as you winced before giving the girl a sheepish smile.

“Sorry, I know. I know it’s been a while—it’s just..” you trailed off, trying to think of a way to properly explain the situation you were in without trying to make it sound as if you’re guilt-tripping the girl for shouting at you. The now dark-haired girl didn’t take a second before she shook her head, waving it in front of her dismissively as if hinting that she was just teasing.

“I know, this pandemic is the worst.”

“Yeah but I still think I could’ve at least tried to listen to your new album—”

“Y/N, you can listen to that anytime. The girls and I will always be here once you feel like you’re comfortable again. It wouldn’t make you any less of a fan if you take time for yourself, you know?” you frowned at the idol’s words as she gave you a dorky smile and pulled the camera in a close angle to her face, making you crack a smile and the girl giggle.

“But I heard that Heejin’s arms are the hot topic in our Voice performances these days, something about when they make the tree pose while Yves is dancing I think.”

“Oh? I wonder what that’s about.”

“And Hyunjin wearing her Apple watch to our stage—”

“No, she didn’t..” you gasped as Jinsoul laughed before the idol sighed, staring at you on the screen—almost as if longingly—until her eyes lit up and she pointed a finger to her hair.

“I also got my hair dyed!”

“I wouldn’t have guessed!”

“Y/N!” Jinsoul pouted as you laughed, resting your chin on the palm of you hand as you hummed—actually letting the black shade sink in.

“Not bad..” you dryly complimented the idol, teasing her further which made her groan.

“I’m your favorite!”

“You are, and I was kidding—of course you look pretty, you always have.” you could hear Kim Lip telling Jinsoul that it was her turn which made the girl panic, looking down at your photo album and writing down quickly.

“I missed you, just come back when you feel like yourself again—alright Y/N?” Jinsoul practically started rapping, slamming her pen on the desk as she finished signing over her picture and pulling the camera closer to show you the usual Guppy she’d drawn over your name—and now next to hers this time—before directing the camera back to her pointed look.

“Don’t stress over it! Work hard but always make sure to check up on yourself—take care of yourself,” Kim Lip seemed to have grabbed ahold of her arm as the phone shook in her hold, a smile breaking on Jinsoul’s lips as she resisted the members hold and struggled to keep the phone in her hand, “I love you! I’ll always be your favorite girl! See you later, my Guppy!” 

As she passed the device to Kim Lip, you and the member just burst into a fit of laughter practically half of the time you were supposed to be talking—but you couldn’t help it as Jinsoul kept leaning over to tell you that she loved you throughout the final member’s meeting. Once the meet & greet had ended, you felt the heavy weight that had set on you before the meeting vanish—the thought of the possibility that the older girl wouldn’t have treated you just as she had always did scared you so much that you started sobbing silently to yourself in your empty room, clutching the Betta keychain in hand while hugging your knees against your chest.

After the meeting, you scrambled to grab one of the few versions of the 12:00 album and before you know it—you started bawling your eyes out once Universe started playing through your speakers.

“Make it happen to you, make it happen to you.”

The days ahead seemed brighter after the online event, with you walking home a few weeks after—the album playing on repeat but you’ve also shuffled it some time to their entire discography—when you were called by the receptionist in the lobby for a package, which you could only hope was from the meet & greet a few weeks ago. So you hurried to get into your room to unpack the box and open it to find out that it was indeed the photo album from the online event—on top of another box with a striking shade of blue. The idea of it being from your idol made your hands shake as you reached over to retrieve it, finding it odd how it seemed to be light in weight but also had a hefty amount to it. 

Pulling off it’s lid, you were greeted by a see-through box of what seemed to be small LEGO bricks with a manual underneath it, a tiny crocheted red bear, all on top of a brown wool plaid scarf and a baby blue sweater. You looked around the box to find anything else attached to it—and soon enough you found yourself reaching under the box to grab a blue envelope from under the container, opening it and unfolding the paper for your insides to flutter just as it used to before the fall of your mental state.

“Dear Y/N (My Guppy),

I’m sneaking these extra things in hopes that the staff won’t notice, but I thought you’d like them because while I was going through the same months as you were—these were the things that had brought me a sense of comfort, it took my mind off things and I thought that maybe it’ll work for you too!

Because Y/N had always seemed to have me on her mind in days when we don’t see each other—just as she had always been in mine! You can count on that!

Anyway, the LEGO set turns into an orange tabby cat (like in Hyunjin’s music video ㅋㅋ), the crocheted bear was made by me (you should also try crocheting, it takes some time to get used to it though), and the baby blue sweater is just one of mine. Haseul seemed to have caught up to my plan and told me to give you the wool scarf that matched her shirt? I don’t really know, she must want to match something with you too after she asked me about your keychain on my bag once.

But Y/N! You’ve been taking care of yourself lately, right? Just like I told you to? I just hope this simple gesture would brighten your day, because I am still your favorite girl right? 

Ah, Y/N, I don’t know what else to say. I always want to tell you so many things but our time had always been so short, and now that I have the opportunity to write it down..

I missed you.

And I love you.

I’ll keep being the Jinsoul that Y/N looks up to dearly because I know that one day, we’ll see each other again and we can continue with our jokes and ask about how our weeks had been (maybe I should start asking our manager if I can just give you a reserved ticket every time). So you take really good care of yourself until then, alright? I’ll be waiting, Y/N, until we finally meet again.

No matter how long it’ll take, okay?

Rest easy, my love.

I’ll always be your favorite girl.

From,

Jung Jinsol (Your Betta)."

An extra GIF because I love how Jinsoul loves us and I live for Kim Lip's embarrassed reactions every time anything remotely awkward happens in front of her lmao. And yes you've read through this correctly—it's a one shot~

I've basically done so many things for the past few days, I think it's what people call overstimulating? But as that was happening, those allega—tors, yes the alligators with 10 and 2. I hate how we got those after we literally were celebrating over the Haseul pic and Orbit ring message.

(I also had another writer's block moment with The Heiress but don't worry, I can see their characters again after listening to my inspo music for that series—which got me side tracked when it got to a brighter tone song and made me write this Jinsoul one shot for practice again.)

And I thought of a cute Choerry plot~

Music really gets you in a mood.

But the color correction post is coming up after this—I just want you guys to have a feel of how I envision the scenes, it might be just a bit of light tweaking and etcetera but it really does make a difference in triggering my writing mood.

Oh and if you're wondering if I'll ever make a girlfriend type oneshot/series—even I am as well, I like the idea that you could think that in the end you'll end up together or if you've been together from the start.. The underlying meanings fascinate me so much I do not have words for it.

I'm easing into this again, alright I'm going to go now but I'll be back with more stuff.

..If I don't get pulled into finishing my Little Nightmares DLC before starting on the second one.

Also, yes that was me plugging Hyunjin's MV because I love her and I love her underrated solo.

Laters,

JJ.

>ovc: loonatheworld (171212)

https://youtu.be/eUeFUBy40ow

[girls-scenarios]

As Long As I’m With You

Idol: Choerry (Loona)

Prompt: A scenario where choerry and their idol s/o having a day off and spending the day together (with a lot of fluff pls) ❣️

Writer: Admin Kiwi

A/N: I was suddenly struck with inspiration for this piece. Hopefully this means I’ll be able to write again for you guys soon. Also, I used Choerry’s real name, Yerim. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy!

♡ Tip Jar♡

For the first time in a long time, your morning started out pleasantly. Instead of the harsh ringing of your alarm, you woke to the warm sun slipping through the blinds and the sound of birds chirping and dogs barking in a nearby backyard. And, instead of waking up to a big empty bed, you woke up to a warm body curled up beside you, dark hair fanning out across the white pillow. For the first time in a long time, you smiled without looking at the clock, turning away from the window to instead wrap your girlfriend in your arms, enjoying the cozy morning warmth as you took your time to wake up. How long had it been since Yerim had been able to stay over at your apartment? You didn’t know exactly, but it was long enough for you to treasure the moment you had now, knowing that her breaks didn’t come often.

As you blinked the sleep from your eyes and slowly stretched your legs, Yerim stirred, yawning and burying her head against your shoulder to block out the sun. She smelt of your shampoo and her cute, sleepy pout made you smile affectionately as you kissed her forehead.

“Good morning,” you said, voice soft and raspy as you ran your fingers through her hair. She sighed against you and shuffled closer, throwing an arm around your waist in a sleepy hug.

“Good morning,” she muttered before yawning again. “Five more minutes.”

Chuckling, you patted her head. “You can sleep as long as you want. I’ll make some breakfast. What do you want?”

It took her a moment to respond, her eyes still closed. “Bread,” she eventually said, “and coffee. Sweet coffee.”

“I’ll make you some.” Once again, you kissed her forehead, and she smiled sleepily, patting your side before moving back to her pillow as you got out of bed. Half of you wanted to stay in bed with her, but you’d already taken a while to get up, and you wanted to make sure she had a nice breakfast as well. So you resisted the temping bed and shut the blinds a little tighter so that the sun wouldn’t bother her too much before you stumbled off towards the bathroom to wash up.

The morning was clear and bright, showing that summer had arrived, and as you opened the window and peered outside, it struck you that you hadn’t been able to spend time appreciating the nice weather recently. With the warm sun and a cool breeze, the beginning of the summer had been perfect, but you’d been stuck inside working for all of it. As you admired the sun, letting yourself wake up all the way, an idea struck you: it was the perfect day for a picnic by the river. Just the idea made you smile, and you stretched before turning away from the window, already thinking about what to bring and how much Yerim would love the idea as you busied yourself making coffee.

You had just finished pouring the coffee into mugs when Yerim shuffled into the kitchen, looking adorable in her oversize t-shirt and shorts. Her hair was now in a messy ponytail, and she immediately smiled when she spotted the mugs, walking over to take hers from your outstretched hand.

“Thank you,” she said, voice hoarse yet already cheerful as she pressed her shoulder to yours and took a sip. “Ah, it’s delicious as always! You know just how I like it!”

“I know you,” you replied with a smile to match hers, “good morning again.”

“Good morning.” With a giggle, she leaned in to give you a quick kiss. “It feels great not to wake up to an alarm.”

“I know. I woke up feeling so refreshed today. It was nice to wake up next to you too.”

“I was just about to say that!” Taking another sip of her coffee, she turned her attention to the window. “Wow, it’s so beautiful outside today. I was worried that the weather wouldn’t last, but I’m so happy that it did!”

“Me too.” Joining her at the window, you wrapped an arm around her shoulders. It felt domestic, yet weirdly comfortable. Like you’d always done this, and like you never wanted it to be any different. She fit perfectly in your arms. “What do you think about having a picnic by the river? Since it’s so nice out today.”

She beamed, visibly brightening at your suggestion, and your chest swelled with affection, your cheeks hurting from smiling so wide. “That’s a great idea! Oh, we should make food, and we can pick up some sweets from the cafe nearby! I’ve been wanting to try it but I haven’t had the chance with my schedule. It’s been so long since I’ve been on a picnic.” Giggling, she leaned into you. “But it feels so romantic.”

“I know, right?” Her laughter was contagious, so you laughed with her, holding her closer. “Maybe we should dress all cute. Like we’re going on a first date again.”

“Should we act shy and awkward again? I remember I was so nervous on our first date. I blushed so much and then got embarrassed of myself afterwards.”

“I thought it was so cute. But I know I was awkward too.”

“You kept stuttering!”

“Because you’re so beautiful, I kept forgetting what I wanted to say when I looked into your eyes!”

“Oh, stop it!” She laughed again, nudging your shoulder and sipping her coffee once again. “You were so cute back then. But I like the way we are now too. I like you even though you don’t stutter when you look at me anymore.”

“And I like you even though you don’t blush when you see me anymore.”

“Are we just an old couple now?”

“Something like that.” As the two of you laughed, music from chimes somewhere down below drifted up to the window, and Yerim sighed happily.

“I love mornings like this.”

You turned to look at her, admiring the way the sun shone on her bare face, illuminating her dark eyelashes and her soft skin. She’d just woken up and had only washed her face and brushed her teeth, yet she still looked like the most beautiful woman to you. In a world full of rushed mornings, short phone calls, and quick dates, you couldn’t be more thankful to get a day to spend with the girl of your dreams. Of course, you loved every moment with her. But this moment, with just the two of you, coffee, and the morning sun, was even more special.

“I love you,” you said suddenly, and she turned to look at you, a soft smile on her kind lips.

“I love you too, (Y/N),” she replied, amusement in her voice as she tilted her head. “Where did that come from?”

“I don’t know, I guess I’m feeling affectionate today. Is it bad?”

“No, I like it.” She captured your hand in her own as she finished her coffee and finally moved away from the window. The moment was broken, but the feelings of love and affection you felt towards her still lingered, dancing in your chest. “I like today. I get to wake up to you and go on a picnic with you. I’m happy.”

“Good, because I’m happy too.” The two of you smiled, slipping into each other’s arms and leaving the mugs discarded on the counter. For a short while, time stopped, allowing the two of you to sway back and forth without music, enjoying this sweet time together to the fullest. Nothing else in the world mattered in that moment, not even nosy fans. For that moment, the two of you were just regular people in love. “How about we go to a movie after the picnic?”

Her eyes sparkled as she leaned in to kiss you once again, lingering longer against your lips this time. “Anything,” she said, in the twinkling, happy voice that you loved, “as long as I’m with you.”

[the101stbattalion]

Battle of Baydor: Chapter 5

Masterlist: 1│2│3│4│5 

Cutting through the thorny vines and thick bushes with his lightsaber, Anakin stepped aside and let Ahsoka, Eva, Lira, and the clones to go through first, tailing them from behind.

"How long more?" Hardcase complained, dragging his feet on the muddy ground. Lira checked her holomap and sighed, wiping her forehead. "Another three hours 'till we reached Point 3."

"My feet are killing me," Flover whined, leaning against Hardcase. "This is taking too long."

"Just hang on tight, okay?" Tori reassured them, noticing Scorpion and Ryu's eyes fixed to their datapads, competing with each other in a fighting game. "Hey guys, could you please put down your game for a while?"

"In a minute, Commander," Ryu raised his index finger, tapping on the screen aggressively. "You'll trip in rock again if you don't put it down right now."

"Fives, stop teasing Echo and Yara," Rex told them, looking at the troublemaking trio. "This is a serious matter right now."

"Daisy put those flowers away," Tori continued, trying her best not to lose her cool in front of the kids. "Cowboy, Bungee, stop jumping around. We'll be spotted by the enemy soon enough."

"Lisa, stop talking too much! Shirley put away your ukelele! We don't want unwanted attention right now," he told them off, shifting his focus towards Chae and Wani. "Both of you, watch where you're walking."

Chae slammed herself on a large tree right in front of her, making Wani burst out in laughter. "Too late, Captain."

"Chu, stop eating cookies right now," her tone increased. "Choerry put down those cherries and as for you, Steel, please stop crushing those rocks with your bare hands."

"My apologies, Commander," Minnie whispered to Ahsoka. "It's not always like this, you know."

She chuckled softly, covering her mouth with her left fist. "Don't be, Lieutenant. We can be pretty chaotic, you know."

Ahsoka smiled as she watched Hardcase crouching on the ground, letting Flover climbed on his back, holding both her legs. "Thanks," Flover smiled, hugging her brother from behind. "You're my favourite brother."

"I thought Dipper was your favourite," Choerry laughed, taking a bite of her cherry. "Didn't you say last week that I was your favourite?" Jesse pointed out. Flover stuck her tongue out and gave a cold shoulder to Jesse, making him pout his lips.

"Don't worry, Jesse," Steel spoke, placing her hand on his shoulder. "You can be my favourite brother."

"I always knew you're a softie," Jesse gleamed, poking her cheeks. Steel rolled her eyes as she stared at him, with a blank expression on her face. "I only said that because I pity you."

Jesse bit his own tongue as his smile disappeared. Yara overheard their conversation and chuckled endearingly at him, pointing with her fingers at him. "Oh, that's jokes, Jesse."

Lira gulped a few drops of water from her canteen and passed it to Eva, who then passed it to Chu. "Thanks, Evie," said Chu, as she finished the whole canteen, before passing it to Fives.  

He shook the canteen for drops of water, only to look inside the bottle with one of his eyes and find it empty. "Kriff, Chu," he cursed at her. "Why do you have to finish everything?"

"Language," Tori shouted, gesturing at Ahsoka, Eva and Lira. "There are kids here."

"Sorry, Commander," Fives chuckled nervously, placing a credit inside Minnie's swear jar. Chu laughed at him, only to be hit on the shoulder.  

Tori and Rex could only groan in frustration as they watched Choerry wrapping her arms around Echo's shoulder, rubbing his helmet with her fist. "One of these days, I feel like trading them for a two-four."

"So do I, Princess," he sighed, making Tori pushed him softly. "Whatever, blondie."

Rex pushed her back, suppressing his laughter. "You're just jealous that you weren't born with my hair colour."

"Let's just focus on the mission, eh?" she rolled her eyes underneath her helmet. 

"You say that everything I'm winning."

"I have a higher rank than you, Rexster."

Lira heard their conversation and cleared her throat, glancing at the two commanding officers. "We're closing in," she told them. "Ready your weapons."

Tori acknowledged her General as she ordered her men to do the same as well. Eva took a deep breath and led the 101st Battalion towards the enemy's territory, Hardcase puts Flover on the ground and wished her luck, giving her an informal salute. "See you there," she smiled, as she joined her unit. 

The younger twin noticed a couple of B1 battle droids sitting on top of his tank, watching the barricade from above. Eva put on a smile on her face and pushed a few strands of hair behind her ears. "Hello," she chirped, waving at them. The droids stared at them for a while, scratching their heads. "What are you doing here?"

"I just want to check on you, that's all," she said, grinning from ear-to-ear. "I'm just guarding the barricades."

"Don't you find it boring?" Eva invoked. "Don't you ever wish for a life outside the battlefield?"

The B1 stroked its chin and tilted his head upwards, humming. "I wish I could but the commander wouldn't let us."

"If you join us, we promise we will let you live with free will," she convinced them. "You and your comrades will get better treatment from the Republic."

The battle droids agreed to their promises and opened the barricade, letting them inside. Lira and Eva at each other and curved their lips upwards as they were escorted to their commander, who was a blue coloured tactical droid. "Why are you here?" he asked glaring at his subordinates. "You're supposed to be guarding the barricades."

"Commander," he saluted. "The Jedi had offered us to join them."

The tactical droid glared at them for a few seconds, before shifting his focus towards the B1s. "You fools," he slapped him hard, his head dropped on the ground. "They're playing a trick on us."

Eva's fist shook as she lifted the commander with the Force, crushing him into pieces. "That's no way to treat your men like that."

The Super Battle Droids opened fire at their direction, prompting Lira to ignited her lightsaber and deflected their blasts from her troops. The B1s quickly blasted their own comrades as Boom tossed droid poppers towards the SBDs, deactivating them. 

Anakin and Ahsoka ran towards their direction and jumped over the barb wires placed as a barricade, cutting down their foes within seconds. He gestured Scorpion and Ryu to come forward, with their tanks. They sped up towards the barricades and crashed, leaving a huge opening for the 501st.

Rex climbed over the tanks and blasts the droids with both his pistols, leaning against Tori's back. "You're late," she joked. "What took you so long?"

"I was going to say the same, Tor," he snarked back, taking cover from the explosion caused by Hardcase and Flover. "You know how kids are," she kicked commando droid's head, pulling it apart from its mechanical limbs. "They tend to be a bit slower thank adults. you know."

"Aren't they supposed to be faster than all of us?" Rex shot a Super Battle Droid behind Tori, almost blasting her neck. Tori let out a hard chuckle as she elbowed another droid from behind. "Well, Eva tends to be really nervous when it comes to negotiating with those Seppies."

"That explains it," he blasts another one. "Maybe you should try to calm them down instead of standing there like a statue?"

Underneath her helmet, Tori sighed as she was too busy tackling the commando droids that one of the droids activated the laser cannon, aiming towards Tori and Rex.

The pink-armoured commander tossed the last ones aside when she looked behind her, prompting her to pushed her brother aside. The cannon was fired and hit Tori in the chest, pushing her father backwards. She landed on the ground, laying there. "Tori!" Rex yelled, as he rushed to her aide and placed his fingers on her neck. Her pulse was slow, making Rex hefted her on his shoulder. What are you thinking, vod? This is the 100th time you've done this.

Lira jumped on the laser cannon and sliced it in halves, along with the droid that piloted it. Chu noticed Rex carrying her injured commander when she was blasted on her shoulder. "Ouch!" Chu shouted, in a high-pitched voice. Choerry ran toward her helped her get up, wrapping her arms around her shoulder. "I've got you."

"We must retreat," Lira yelled at the top of her lungs. "There's too many of them."

"You got it," Anakin nodded, gesturing his head to Ahsoka. "Come on, Snips." "Right behind you, Skyguy," Ahsoka replied, as she followed the others into the jungle, deflecting their blasts with her lightsaber.

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The Stars | Hyungwon

Characters: Princess!Reader x Hyungwon Genre: Fluff, sweet innocent fluff Length: 2290 words A/N: wow I actually wrote something I didn’t give up on two paragraphs in...and no this was in no way inspired by the waltz scene in the cat returns eep

You didn’t want to be here. Sitting at your throne, you leaned your chin onto your palm and heaved a heavy sigh. The mask on your face is uncomfortable but every time you reach for it your mother gives you an angry and pointed look. As much as you love your dress, you’d much rather be out of the lace and silks and snuggled into your plush bed.

A few ladies of the court scurry past while peeking over at you and giggling. Your upper lip twitches in annoyance. No matter who you are, people talk if you don’t dance at least once. It makes a person seem undesirable if they’re not invited to the dance floor. You have been invited a whole whopping zero times and the other party guests are starting to take notice.

“Darling, at least try to have fun,” your mother murmurs. “The men are back from the battlefields and want to have a good time.”

“I’m sure most of them would also be anywhere else. They’ve just come from war and are now expected to party? Shouldn’t we let them rest and take time for themselves?”

You’ve never understood this tradition. Though you’ve never been out on the fields, you don’t think you’d want to go directly to a party after fighting all day everyday.

“Some men want to forget the horrors they’ve seen,” your mother explains. “Let them do so without throwing a tantrum.”

“I’m not doing anything of the sort,” you point out. “I’m just not in the mood.”

“Please, Y/N,” your mother pleads. “I’m not going to make you do anything, but please just try to look somewhat pleasant.”

With that, your mother stands and descends the steps to join your father in talking to the guests. You sigh again and soon a lean shadow is cast over you. Peeking up you see Jinsoul grinning down at you.

She looks stunning, an iridescent blue-white gown with a mask that almost looks like it’s made of fish scales. Her long blonde hair cascades down past her shoulders in waves. She looks like a siren, here to collect the hearts of young men....

...Or maybe young women, you think as you spot another friend, Kim Lip, watching from across the room.

“Lip and I are sneaking out. We’re going to go change and then meet a bunch of friends out in the towns. What do you say, Highness?”

The temptation is there. Anything but this snobby party sounds fun at this point.  But...

“I can’t, my mother would murder me,” you roll your eyes. “Plus you know how paranoid she is. The whole royal police force would be on my ass in less than an hour.”

“Such vulgar language from the most beloved princess!” Jinsoul feigns a look of disbelief. It breaks into a bright smile when you reach up to shove her shoulder. “Fine, fine. Choerry’s staying too, I’ll send her your way to keep you company.”

“Don’t make the poor girl give up her evening for me. Just go. You all have fun.”

Jinsoul gives you a curtsy and when you move to swat her arm she dodges with a laugh and rushes off to Kim Lip. The two of them give you a parting wave before stepping out of the ballroom.

Left alone once more, you slouch as much as you can get away with and look out at the party. Citizens are chatting together, a few couples are dancing in the middle. You notice a tall figure in a navy blue jacket speaking to the orchestra. His dark, silky hair catches the light, looking like onyx.

You don’t know why he’s caught your attention, but even from behind you can tell he holds a certain charisma to him. The maestro nods to whatever it is the man is asking for before continuing his task at hand.

The man suddenly turns and meets your gaze straight on. Your head tilts curiously as he approaches. Under his navy jacket, he wears all black. His shirt is without wrinkles and tucked into his pants which are in turn tucked into his boots. Aside from a few scuffs, they look freshly polished. The mask on his face is black as well with a gold painted outline. It only covers the top half of his face, his plump lips in a visible half smile. This man came with a purpose.

You’re shocked to find your heartbeat getting faster as he approaches you, confidence almost rolling off him. Once he stands on the bottom steps, he pauses and gives you a polite bow. When he straightens again, his eyes pierce into your own and even with the mask blocking most of the light from his face, they seem to sparkle.

“Your Highness,” he nods his head at you and his smile brightens ever so slightly. “It’s an honor to be in your presence.”

Now that he’s standing before you and his husky voice has graced your ears, you realize there’s a familiarity to him.

“Do I know you? Have we met before?”

You catch a spark of shock in his eyes before it’s gone. “I’m afraid not, your Highness.”

Despite his words, you frown. “Are you sure?”

He seems to falter this time, you catch the motion of teeth biting the inside of his cheek. “U-um, no your Highness, I’m sure. I’d never forget meeting someone as lovely as you.”

Your eyebrow twitches at the cheesy line, but your lips also quirk into a smile. The man smiles back and takes this as encouragement to continue. “I would be very honored if you would give me one dance this evening. I noticed you seem uninterested in the celebrations and wish to put a smile on your face.”

“Uninterested may be too nice of a word to describe how I feel,” you say with a short laugh. “But I will accept the dance. You’ve piqued my interest more than anyone else at this party.”

“Why, I shall take that as a great compliment.” The man gives a small smirk and holds out his hand.

You giggle as you reach forward to take the stranger’s outstretched hand. His fingers are long and nimble and even through the gloves you’re wearing you can feel the heat of his hand on yours. There’s something strangely comforting in it and you can’t help but relax your posture at the feeling.

As the man leads you towards the center of the dance floor, people begin to notice that you’ve stepped off the throne. The chatter dims down to murmurs and you blush slightly at everyone’s eyes on you. But you’re also feeling a rush of confidence. You’re sure the two of you look stunning together, the contrast of your shimmering gold gown against the man’s almost all black outfit must be charming.

The dancers clear the floor for you and when you’ve fallen into position with the man, he nods towards the maestro and a new song begins. The intro to the song is short, but enough time for the man to step closer to you. When the beat picks up, you let the man lead you through the movements.

You peek up and met the man’s gentle, caressing gaze. He smiles at you and you’re once again struck by the feeling that you’ve met him before. Your brain runs through your memories, almost in a hurry. However it’s momentarily paused when the music gives a small crescendo and the man lifts you just enough to twirl, your skirt billowing out around you.

A startled laugh escapes your lips at the action and the man’s smile breaks into a grin. Another small crescendo sounds and with it another lifted twirl. You completely lose yourself to the joy that overcomes you. As he spins you and gives a small dip every now and then, you let yourself get lost in the man’s twinkling eyes.

The feeling of his hand in yours and the other at the small of your back gives you a sense of comfort and safety. His chest pressed to yours is lean but strong, and where your hand rests on his arm you can feel the muscle.

You’re hardly aware of the song coming to its end until there’s clapping around you and your movements cease. Still holding the man’s gaze, the two of you step away from each other. In sync, you give a curtsy as he bows. When you’ve both straightened out again, he smiles and holds out his elbow to you. Without hesitation you wrap your arm around his and let him lead you to the gardens.

The two of you silently walk down the stone path. The warmth of his body seeps into you but you still can’t help the shiver that runs through you when a breeze blows past.

The man looks over at you and silently pulls away to shrug off his jacket and drape it over your shoulders. Once the jacket is secure, he leads you to a bench and the two of you sit down.

Tilting your head back you look up at the stars and smile gently. “I’ve always loved it out here at night.”

“It’s like the stars are comforting you on hard days,” the man murmurs. His soothing voice seems to wrap around you as he speaks.

The memory just about knocks the air out of you.

“Your Highness, we can’t be out here. We’ll get in trouble!” Despite the words, you tug the lanky kitchen boy out of the castle and into the gardens. The night chill seeps through your nightgown and the dew on the grass is quick to saturate your silk slippers.

“We’ll be fine,” your younger self giggles. You tug the kitchen boy into a clearing in the garden and smile up at the night sky. “Isn’t it beautiful? It’s like the stars are comforting you on hard days.”

“Yeah it’s really pretty. But we really should go back inside now.”

“Relax, Hyungwon! Just a few more minutes.”

Hyungwon gives a worried look over his shoulder at the castle before relenting. You beam at his surrender and reach down to intertwine your fingers together.

Slowly you turn to face the man, but he keeps his gaze forward. Reaching out to cup his cheek you turn his face towards you. His eyes meet yours almost shakily and you’re so certain you know this man. Your hands reach behind his head and carefully tug on the ribbon holding his mask. As the accessory falls from his face, you suck in a deep breath.

“Hyungwon.”

“Hello, Y/N,” he replies sheepishly. “Long time no see.”

You swat at his arm, “Why didn’t you tell me it was you?”

“It’s easier to be confident while anonymous.” Hyungwon shrugs. “And I truly didn’t think you’d remember me. It’d been so long after all. I almost bolted when you asked if we’d met before.”

“I’d never forget my first love.”

Hyungwon looks up at you, eyes wide. You roll your own at his expression. “There’s no point denying what it was between us, Hyungwon. You know, it really sucked without you here. And you never wrote me like you promised!”

“I’m sorry.” Hyungwon’s voice is low as he reaches for your hand. You let him take it and hold it in his lap. “When I was recruited for the military, I honestly didn’t think I’d make it through. I was a young, lanky, kitchen boy. I figured it was unfair for you to wait on a dead man.”

“Well, I’m looking at a very much alive man,” you snap.

“I met some friends and I, uh, told them I had someone at home. They helped me train to make sure I could come back. But by then I felt guilty about not writing immediately...”

You sigh and give his hand a squeeze. “I’m just glad you’re back here. And where did you learn to dance!”

“If you haven’t noticed I grew into my gangly arms and legs, I’m much more elegant.”

You quirk a brow at him and he sighs. “Fine, one of my friends helped teach me.”

With a laugh, you scoot closer to him and he removes one of his hands from yours to wrap it around your shoulders. Silence envelopes the two of you as Hyungwon rests his head atop yours.

Since Hyungwon had left your side, you’ve felt restless in your own home. Your childhood friend was pulled from your grasp and loneliness took over. Of course you had the girls, Jinsoul and Kim Lip doing their best to keep you happy and Choerry being a shoulder to lean on. But no one could fill the special place in your heart that Hyungwon had made for himself.

Hyungwon leans away and faces you suddenly. You look curiously but cease movement when you see him reach for your mask’s ribbon. When he pulls it away from your face, you feel almost naked as his eyes take in your visage. He sets aside the mask and leans in until his forehead is pressed to yours.

Warmth from his hands seeps into your skin as he cups your cheeks. “I missed you so, so much.”

Reaching up you cover one of his hands with your own and turn your head slightly to kiss the palm of his hand. “I missed you just as much.”

Hyungwon leans away and looks over his shoulder. “We should go back. There’s no doubt the people have noticed how long you’ve been gone.”

“I’ll only return to the party if you’re at my side,” you reply.

Hyungwon grins at you, a light pink dusting on his cheeks, “I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.”

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Chapter 5: Your time to shine

At one in the afternoon, the gates opened, dragging heavily on the ground, revealing a large courtyard filled with several rows of cooking stations. Behind them, a large, creme-colored several floor tall building stood, with stairs leading up to it. Seemed like a residential one.

On the wide stretch between the last step and the entrance, two people overlooked the yard - a young woman with bright teal hair, gathered in five tight buns, lounged crosslegged on a short sofa and a huge man behind her, over three meters in height and almost  two in width, settled on the ground. The woman was wearing a partially fishnet top with some really short shorts, a sharp heel of bows-decorated knee-high shoes bouncing in the air. The man was barefoot - was there even footwear made for his size? - in a yellow shirt and black jeans, dark eyes looking under a wide forehead with droopy eyebrows, a black mop of short hair difficult to see from their perspective. 

Participants filtered in, throwing confused glances at cooking stations and waited for the examiners to speak. As the last of them walked in, a loud rumble they heard over the gate rolled again, the source ahead of them.

The woman tilted her head back with a smirk: “You're hungry, Buhara?”

“Starving,” tragically rolled eyes Buhara with a little smirk appearing on his face.

“Listen up!” the woman addressed the examinees, her loud voice easily reaching all the way up to the gates. “My name is Menchi.”

“And I am Buhara!”

Once again, not the Hunters she knew of.

“We are examiners for the second stage. And your challenge is…” Menchi made a dramatic pause, smugly looking over the expectant faces, “cooking!”

Dead silence hung in the air as everyone thought they misheard. Maybe - imagined Choerry thoughts flashing in their heads, a chorus of high-pitched confused voices - it was a mistake on Menchi’s part and she misspoke. The examinees looked at the cooking stations, quite a lot having their upper lips curling. She, personally, was ecstatic.

“Hell yeah,” she mouthed. Choerry, having an expectation of the possible challenge as soon as she saw their future equipment, patted herself on the shoulder. This phase can be counted as cleared. She was a good cook, great, even, if she said so herself! Sure as hell not at a level of high-class cuisine, but, among contestants around her, Choerry was optimistic in her abilities to be better than the vast majority. 

“Cooking,” blandly repeated contestant 159, square man with an axe tied to his back.

“Yes. You see, we are Gourmet Hunters,” Menchi said proudly and in the silence, following her statement, a couple of snickers were heard. Then a couple more, and Choerry could see even more shoulders shaking silently. A frown started to visibly appear on Menchi’s face.

Choerry blinked, confused. Then alarmed. Then concerned. She schooled her features back into neutrality and crossed her arms to avoid facepalming. 

This was taking an unexpected turn for the worse. 

“Sure, sure,” dismissively waved 255, the judoist, after his chuckling died down. “Just say what you want us to cook and we will be on our way.”

Visibly holding back her annoyance, Menchi let Buhara explain their task. It sounded simple enough on the first glance. Pork. They had to cook any pork well enough for both Menchi and Buhara to accept it. That was it. Simple and clean.

It wasn’t like the contestants indirectly carelessly insulted examiners' hunt or anything. Choerry drummed her fingers and uncrossed arms, getting nails away from her skin.

“This is easier than I thought,” hummed HyunJin next to her, eyeing the mangal next to them with its meter and a half spit. It had coal on its bottom, but seemed like fire could be started and regulated with handles on the side, like a good old gas stove. Counter next to it had a couple knives and a bowl of vegetables. “Maybe this one will not be as bad as the first phase.”

Choerry half-hugged her by the waist, having to lean only a little bit, as they were the same height, putting chin on HyunJin’s shoulder. She softly teased HyunJin: “Ooooh, you sound confident, good at cooking?”

“Yes. Shouldn’t be a problem, I cook often enough back home.”

Choerry made a noncommittal sound of agreement and looked at the other two, chin still on the girl’s shoulder.

HeeJin and Chuu’s expressions could only be described as “sour”, which, interesting. This situation shouldn’t be read as concerning to them as to cause visible distress, not with their scope of knowledge of Hunter-related topics. Maybe they were vegetarian? 

She didn’t want to think about the first answer that occurred to anyone in this situation. It promised a fiasco in progress, which was fun only when watching from the sidelines, not when your friends were in the center of it.

HeeJin caught her gaze and helplessly grimaced. “It's fine,” she mouthed. Choerry smiled at her and stood straight,  letting go of HyunJin’s waist, lazily turning back to their examiners. Cooking stations stood two meters apart, so no chance of subtly cooking in their stead... She meant helping. No way of subtly helping.

Was it too insensitive of her to already kinda miss the first stage?

“The phase will end when we are full,” Menchi finished the explanation, uncrossing and switching her legs. “Start!”

Everyone turned around and promptly dispersed in the forest, none hearing the following exchange between examiners.

It went even worse than she imagined was possible.

Choerry considered it as a real achievement, right there, since she always thought of the worst case scenario and was one of the best qualified to pass this stage. And yet, the examiners' emotions and skewed expectations were an obstacle she couldn’t possibly move. So she moved past voicing her disappointment right to the next thing on the “reasonabilities list” - restraining herself from attacking and killing Menchi.

Bloodlust she felt from somewhere to her right did nothing to help with that.

So, from the beginning. An hour ago, when she was searching in the forest, it turned out that there was only one breed of pigs in the Visca Forest Preserve, the Great Stamp - a giant horned boar twice as tall as a human, with huge snouts that allowed them to plow through anyone foolishly standing in front of them. 

She kicked one quietly from above, breaking its spine, and was the first to come back, taking care to avoid any other examinees. Choerry also thought of getting some local edible plants or spices, but there were none on her way back that were ripe or were ones she was familiar with using, so she had to settle with the provided ones. Which is disappointing, as even a strike of inspiration to use nuts turned out to be futile - the only nut grooves she found were of measelnut, the bluewing sort, not the early one.

She wasn’t joining HyunJin and HeeJin for this phase. This was a task she was sure girls were up to, so she did not feel the obligation of monitoring their progress. Besides, Chuu went with them, for some reason now chaperoning them. Was that because of Hisoka? She never met him, that was true, but met plenty of somewhat similar folks. Choerry understood the worry Chuu felt, but, well. Both of them are more likely to be targeted just by virtue of knowing nen. 

She was butchering the carcass under unsubtle non-observation from examiners, when she heard a distant stomping growing closer and closer. Some moments later, a crowd of participants burst into the yard. An impressed whistle slipped from her lips - almost everyone got a stamp! Wait, oh no, almost everyone got a stamp. It was concerning in a sense of competition, somewhere in the back of her mind, but, also… Was that… intended? She threw a glance at Menchi and Buhara. Judging by their expressions, no. They would probably be the ones curating the repopulation efforts as Gourmet Hunters were usually careful about that kind of stuff.

JinSoul once worked with one of those, asked to aid in gathering some of the trickier creatures from Ribbos Sea, including endangered species. The Hunter she worked with donated a hefty sum for the preservation and repopulation organisations that worked with those. Gourmet Hunters used the limited or restricted ingredients, sure, but Choerry knew the majority of them were on good terms with Poacher and Beast Hunters. Were these two an exception? 

Regretfully, back then she was busy with Kim Lip, and missed the opportunity to meet them in person. Oh well.

Choerry washed her arms and walked to her station with several bowls of meat, away from the designated zone by the wall she was butchering in. She felt some people look at her and a smile bloomed on her face as she addressed them with a raised eyebrow, but all of them looked away with confused expressions. Despite getting attention, Choerry got to her station uninterrupted and cheered, seeing her friends already busying around their stations, all of them keeping close. 

Were Great Stamps around here considered a danger to whatever purpose this structure was built? It was, after all, clearly a decision to build it here and in this style, like some rich person’s mansion. Actually, she could imagine the Association getting a job to somewhat reduce the population of such dangerous animals. She might ask Menchi or Buhara about that later, after the phase. 

Or not, depending on whether she would still remember that question by the time they complete it.

All around her, sounds of roasting were filling the air; fire crackling and meat juice simmering where it touched the heat, rare grunting of the skew supports, unused for such weight crammed on them. She had to quicken up. While Buhara looked like a man who could empty a restaurant's storage all by himself, she did not know how much Menchi could eat. She would bet it was far less. Even if by chance she turned out to be an enhancer. 

Well, no. If she was an enhancer and took small bites, she could easily go through all of them. But that was unlikely. She separated one of her ponytails in two and tugged on them, securing the hairband higher. From behind her raised arm she threw a quick appraising glance at Menchi. Who knows, who knows. Enhancers were typically interested in something more straightforward than search for ingredients and experimentation with them, but there were always exceptions. The best medic Hunter Association had was an enhancer, after all.

After flicking fire on, she prepared loin for grilling, cutting into its skin and muscle the tiniest bit, before massaging oil, some spices and a drop of vinegar into it. After a bit of consideration, she put honey back on the shelf inside the counter.

Truth be told, she never cooked anything like this and has no idea how it would taste in the end. Only hopes and theoretical estimations. Mostly she was going off of what she ate in high-end restaurants. Albeit, she usually had sauces based on fruits or berries, and even at home or at JinSoul’s she cooked with them. Grilled seasoned loin with grilled vegetables that, on a second thought, begged for a sauce… Choerry sighed and took out honey again. Garlic honey sauce it was. 

Reducing the fire level, not deeming the heat enough to rely only on coal lining the bottom of large low-sitting mangal, Choerry put chopped vegetables and the meat on the grill with smaller gaps than a default one that she found in the station. 

After she prepared everything for the sauce that she would do in the very end, she stood over the mangal, content with her vision for her dish. In the pause she had, twirling prongs, Choerry looked around to gauge the speed of cooking other participants had and gasped, inhale turning into a choked snicker.

Every single person in front of her just roasted their pigs whole! The overwhelming majority hadn’t even scrubbed carcasses before putting them over the fire! It was beyond bland and stupid and- 

The girls! Choerry’s head whipped around lightning fast.

For a blessed long second, she felt relief, before seeing the situation better. Her face froze in a lopsided smile, her habitual reaction to the horror, reserved for rare occasions she actually saw one.

HyunJin was clearly the best cook out of those three, because despite her going for the tactic of roasting the pig whole, the girl scrubbed it clean and Choerry could catch a nice smell of seasoning coming from her station, which was the reason she felt so sure everything was fine earlier. The pig was rotated evenly and the fire level was precise from what she could gauge. The skin was starting to softly color.

Overall, leagues above other applicants, awesome job.

The other two girls fared worse.

HeeJin worked with a carved and later cut piece of meat - as did Chuu, for that matter - but the chunks were uneven and taken off of its leg, judging by the carcass lying near her, the girl not having enough strength or time left to get it to the wall. The grill she cooked on was covered in burnt fat, but the meat itself was still barely grey, the heat too low. Was there salt or any spices? Choerry watched HeeJin poke the meat with a spatula as if she was afraid of it.

Situation directly on Chuu’s mangal looked relatively fine if only slightly worrying. Ribs were a bit burnt, but some people liked meat that way, consoled herself Choerry.

She also had a handful of red berries on her counter. Since there were no berries provided to her, Chuu must have gathered them herself. The only plant bearing red berries of this size and shape at this time of a year in a forest like this one, were the banishberries. 

And, unlike their lookalikes moltenred berries, they were decidedly not edible. Sweet, yes, but very opposite of edible. Breathtakingly, even, one might say.

Chuu was nervously humming some happy tune, face scrunched in deep concentration, the entirety of her focused on the slightly burnt ribs.

Oh, no.

A drop of fat fell on the coal in her mangal and Choerry turned to her station.

This was, without a doubt, a disaster.

She turned over grilling meat and vegetables before moving. Choerry should handle the girls in a way that couldn't be used as a mark against their cooking being not solely their job. They were clearly observed and she didn’t know how wide the allowed leeway was.

She marched to Chuu first, clasping hands behind her back. 

“Those aren’t moltenred berries.” Chuu was startled out of her focus, eyes immediately snapping up to her. “These are banishberries and they are highly poisonous. Thoroughly wash hands after throwing them away or do not touch them again. Have you touched them before handling the meat?”

Choerry must’ve scored trust points somewhere in the last hour, as the girl compiled without another word. She threw away berries and the meat, scrubbing her fingers clean before restarting her dish anew, borrowing new grill and tongs from HyunJin. Choerry paused for a second, eyeing gloves Chuu still had on, and moved to the neighboring station, where HeeJin stood, looking at her, distracted by their exchange. 

She crouched near HeeJin, poking her to step to the side slightly. Out of the depths of the counter, she fished out tongs. Choerry put them back on the shelf after making sure the girl saw her do so and stepped back, putting distance between her and HeeJin's station.

“Oh, I couldn’t find them! Thank you!” blinked HeeJin in confusion, leaving spatula in the cabinet and getting a more suitable tool.

Choerry nodded, leaning closer, hands clasped behind her again. “Rise heat a bit,” she whispered in HeeJin’s ear, “and put some more seasoning, too.”

“You sure? I don’t want it to suddenly burn,“ hesitated HeeJin, her hand already taking salt and pepper from the shelf. Only salt and pepper.

“It won't. The longer you let it cook at low temperatures, the more rubbery it gets.”

HeeJin turned the heat up a notch and flipped the meat over with pincers. Choerry nodded, about to return to her station, leaving advice for about more different spices behind her teeth, but the girl had another question. “How much salt and pepper?” 

“Eh, by eye? And pepper until you can smell it faintly?” How did one measure salt and pepper at the beginning? No, stop, scratch that, how could someone get to teenagehood without knowing that? 

She pondered over HeeJin’s basic cooking skill level, when she cast a glance at her own station.

The question about the girl’s upbringing was immediately dropped as she rushed to her dish. Ruined dish. 

While she was away, helping the girls, somebody threw dirt at it. 

It flew at an angle, over not only meat, but the vegetables too, sticking to the grill. Not much, two or three handfuls, but it was more than enough to completely ruin her dish. The person kept their distance, throwing it. 

But not distant enough to stay incognito. It could’ve been someone else, stepping close to his station to frame the man, but a tall short-haired redhead with a sickle at his waist forcibly relaxed his stance, moving weight to his left leg as soon as she approached her station. He didn’t sneak a glance at her or even acknowledged her return to her task as she entered his field of vision. Choerry memorized him, squinting.

He rotated his pork over the flame and had glanced at her from a corner of her eye, not turning to her a single degree. Their eyes met and she saw his startle pressed down as to not noticeably twitch. She smiled at him, taking her tongs and angling the grill, letting all of the food tumble on the ground.  

In the silence and attention descended around her, she pulled the grill completely off, and lifted it, still scorchingly hot, hanging on tightly clasped tools. Breaking eye contact, she turned around and walked away with it, the few examinees on her way hurriedly moving away.

Choerry threw the grill next to one of the unused stations, hanging new, unbent tongs on her loose jeans straps and subtly putting a salt shaker in her backpack. She took a clean grill in one hand and a bowl of vegetables in the other.

Humming, she jovially put all of that sans salt shaker near Chuu. There were two plans in her head, one declaring that she was in cooking speedrunning mode now, and the other for her revenge that will have to wait.

She refused to take the pigs HeeJin and Chuu offered, instead taking a washed bowl and a knife with her into the forest. Choerry returned with a new piece of loin less than half a minute afterwards. 

Making eye contact with the man, beaming at him without care for the world, she put new meat in the sink, while it was still actively bleeding.

He caused her to lose time. A lot of it, as many participants were halfway done. Sure. Deal. She will take it back, later. Right now she had to grill the meat anew. Choerry made the same preparations as before, squeezing the surplus of blood in the meat. 

“Stupid examinees with their stupid tactics and stupider expectations, trying to bite wrong person, well nice try, buddy, I will show you how it's properly done,” she grumbled under her breath, before feeling attention in her somewhat annoyed atate. Raising her eyes, she met Chuu’s questioning gaze. The redhead sent a quick glance at the man’s back, before looking back at her, raising an eyebrow, her waving her prongs in a stabby manner. Choerry shook her head at the proposition, her mind already made up.

As she returned to her dish, she felt somewhat more relaxed. It was nice to know someone was angry on her behalf.

Her focused vigilance over her meat almost caused her to miss the first participant to try their luck, bringing a full pig on a gigantic plate. It was, again, the same judoist who was dismissive of the examiners' profession earlier. Buhara approved the dish, Menchi, without lifting for fork, did not. At the examinee's arguments she told him sharply of all the ways his pork was overcooked at some parts and undercooked at others without even tasting it.

As she was now practically glued to her station, Choerry observed the state of participant’s dishes more carefully, coming to two conclusions. First, while a lot of people immediately around her roasted pigs whole, there still was a decent amount of people who made attempts at a proper dish here and there. Second, by the looks of it, some were also sabotaged, like her.

Third, she rethought her declaration of roasting pigs whole as a morose decision. If you made it properly, there was no downside to it and only benefits.

She made the third conclusion when, upon Menchi’s finished evaluation, Buhara ate the whole pig in a record time.

You could topple the eating capacity of either of them. It might take time with Buhara, but it would happen sooner or later. Roasting them unbutchered was a valid strategy.

Next participant came up the stairs, carrying a dish with another whole pig.

It continued for some time, examinees standing in a queue to have their dish evaluated. As reliably as a clock, everyone was approved by Buhara and shot down by Menchi, with the man afterwards eating every single dish, no matter how well-cooked it was. 

After some time, Choerry changed her opinion again, as Buhara appeared to be truly bottomless, chewing on the thirty-eight’s one. Those pigs were longer then she was tall, this was illogical on every level. If he wasn’t one to be targeted to be filled, it might’ve been seen as a good thing that Menchi hadn’t taken a single bite.

It might have been, if she wasn’t getting more and more irritated with each failure, that is. 

Even HyunJin, with deliciously smelling, evenly roasted meat to a nice golden shade, failed all the same, Menchi taking a second bite after Kurapika’s attempt - who she wasn’t seeing at all during this phase as their groups were on direct opposite ends of the courtyard - and telling it wasn’t tender enough. Choerry was one hundred percent sure that HyunJin’s dish was delicious, the woman seemed impossible to please. 

At least Buhara gave her cooking a small compliment. Not that it helped, really.

Menchi tasted the dishes only sometimes, almost exclusively the smaller sized dishes, where meat was prepared in chunks or, rarely, modified full carcasses.

Some butchered their pigs at the beginning of cooking, others, seeing the reception unoriginal dishes got, tried to make something out of the pork at a later stage, chopping some vegetables or cutting both into some form of stew. 

She still failed them, obviously. The woman was slowly riled up by each dish she failed, mood worsening since the tasting began. 

Choerry’s mood was soured too. She was beginning to have doubts that her pork would pass her critique, as this was looking less and less of objective evaluation and more of a fit thrown by an offended pride. There it was, what she was worried about. The standard Menchi had was rising with each person, being somewhere above the clouds by now.

Choerry was preparing the sauce, as her pork was eight or so minutes before being done, but she was already starting to feel a slowly rising wave of her own annoyance, forestating the result.

The atmosphere was growing tenser by the minute, many people simply standing at their empty or just turned off stations, staring at their examiners. 

Until Menchi snapped.

“I’m full,” Buhara patted his stomach, a blessed smile on his face. The pile of bones behind him would’ve looked impressive, if her attention wasn’t focused on Menchi.

“You know what? So am I.” The woman threw an irritated look over the courtyard. Choerry tensed. “Enough of this. We finish this phase here. Failed, one hundred and forty-eight, passed, none.”

Which was the current situation she was stuck in.

Was she angry? Oh, yes. She was pissed. 

Choerry could not believe she would fail because of- because of this! Because someone insulted Hunter’s specialisation! Because people had no imagination! “Oh, no, sorry, guys, I failed because other contestants couldn’t bother to hit two fingers on the pork! Haha, oopsy!” She would be laughed out of the room! All of them passed on their first try, and here she was, trained and prepared and eager only to be blocked by other’s sheer stupidity?!

She needed a plan. Less anger, more analysis. No irrational actions, focus on clear, methodical plans, no blindness in this home.

Maybe she should kill everyone who just roasted a pig whole, to prevent them from entering and ruining the next year too? God, to think she would need to retake the exam!..

A loud crash rang across the courtyard. Examinee 255, the goddamn judoist who was disrespectful from the moment the examiners specialisation was mentioned, broke his station in a single punch.

“I’ve had enough of this. You don’t like our dishes? Too bad!” he roared, glaring at the examiners. “I’m not here to butcher pigs and cook high cuisine! I’m here to become a Hunter! A Blacklist Hunter at that! I want a real test! Not this prissy Gourmet Hunter crapola!”

Sorry to hear, buddy. You have zero analysis skill needed for the job.

“Sorry to hear that,” echoed her thoughts nonchalant - severely unimpressed - Menchi, staring him dead in the eyes.

Her words caught him off-guard, even making him stand a bit straighter. “Yyeah?!” 

“Yeah, ‘cause this year Gourmet Hunter crapola rules,” Menchi blinked, uncaring of the rage now rapidly filling the examinee. ”Hey, better luck next year, huh?”

“Don’t you,” red in the face, he let out a yell, charging at Menchi, fist rising, “mess with me!”

His enraged attack was cut short with a loud slap, followed by a second and a third, from his body falling by the entrance to the courtyard, after hitting the top of one of the gate supports.

Blessed and heavy silence filled the air.

Buhara lowered his hand after sending the judoist’s body sailing through the air across the site.

“Buhara,” said Menchi, “that was uncalled for.”

“Not really,” he slanted his eyes at her. “If I hadn’t stepped in, you would've killed him.”

“Hmph! Perhaps.” Menchi stood up, with half a dozen knives in her hands. “He wants to be a blacklist Hunter? Hah! Remind him he was popped by a prissy Gourmet Hunter!” In a swift motion, she threw long knives in the air, low, barely above her head, catching and throwing them again, blades spinning faster than most eyes could track. “Doesn’t matter what kind of Hunter you aim to be, you’ve gotta be proficient in the martial arts! Rare foods are often obtainable in remote, inhospitable places and we are frequently called on to run down and capture poachers! If you’re any kind of Hunter, martial arts become your second nature! As does the burning desire to challenge the unknown!” All her knives landed in one hand, aimed at them as a collective. “That’s what I seek in each of you!”

Applicants all around gritted their teeth.

The way Menchi said it… it was good for those who never understood this. It filtered the essential part of being a Hunter. It’s all about the Hunt. Truly, Choerry felt the same way and empathised with the passion. She shared the idea, as she, too, sometimes broke in restricted or preserved areas in her Hunt, moved by her hungry curiosity.

Choerry did not share the lack of objectivity, nor did appreciate it.

This wasn’t a test of “challenge of the unknown”. It was a crippled evaluation, completely broken by the examiner's lack of professionalism.

It put a roadblock between her and her Hunt.

Which formed only one line of action.

Menchi had to move.

Her weight began rolling to the tiptoes, knees starting to bend. With stare fixed on Menchi, Choerry collected her oozing aura and- 

“Even so-" 

-a voice cut in, stopping her before she made a single step towards the woman.

"-isn’t failing an entire applicant pool a bit abrupt?” 

Above them, an aircraft with the Hunter Association logo was sailing - the Judging Committee, flashed in the back of her head - and, from thirty meters up in the sky, a figure jumped down.

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[ships-allday-errday]

Dance Partner

Genre: Fluff, I guess slight angst if you squint

Characters: Q x Reader

Plot: You’re a dance student and you’re assigned to do a dance with Q

Words: 2885

Q won the scenario poll so here is his scenario, the ending is really bad though but thanks for reading>-<

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You crashed into the doors to your dance class while pushing them open. “I’m here I’m here” you yell with your hands on your knees trying to catch your breath.

“Ah Ms.Y/L/N I see you decided to make your entrance today” your dance instructor said. “And just in time for my ending announcement.”

You apologized and went to where the other dance students were located and took your seat. “Now as I was explaining before I was timely interrupted” continues the teacher, “I’m assigning each of you a dance partner from one of my other classes and you will have to prepare a dance cover and perform it together at the next dance recital in a week, so the cover doesn’t have to be long remember quality or quantity.”

Oh geez you thought.

“I’m expecting this to be a good experience for you all to broaden out and to learn more about teamwork.”

Your friend nudges you while the dance instructor continues talking, ‘Did you sleep in again?’ she mouths. You nod your head in response. Your friend gives you a little smile while shaking her head since this was an occurring thing for you.

“Anyways” she whispers trying to make sure the teacher wasn’t listening, “I heard the guys from her other class are pretty cute” she says “I wonder if I’ll get partnered with a cutie” she gushes.

You just shake your head in response at your boy obsessed friend as she continues to gush about how she could find her true love.

You begin listening to the instructor again, “The other class should be here soon”. She says just as the door opens and in comes a few students both female and male. Your friend is already fawning over some of them, before the teacher claps her hands together, “Okay now that all of the students are here I’m going to assign you all together.”

She began going down the list of names;

“Bora, Shownu”

“Hyuna, Hyunseung”

“Minzy, Seulgi”

“Y/F/N, Jackson”

Your friend made her way to the boy named Jackson.

“Rocky, Choerry”

“Ten, Momo”

“Moonbin, Hoshi”

You watched all the other teams pair up and soon there were two people left who could be your partner. One was a cute short girl with shoulder length hair and the other was a boy with most adorable dimples you’ve ever seen.

You kind of hoped you’d get partnered with the girl just because you feel like you’d be too nervous with the boy.

Your instructor called out.

“Lisa, Yoojung”

The short girl named Yoojung makes her way over to Lisa and the only person left is you and the boy.

“That just leaves Y/N and Q. All right I expect you all to begin working on your dance routines. Great class everyone and let’s try to all be on time next week” she says staring at you before making her exit.

Q makes his way over to you while you stand there awkwardly. He flashes you a smile and sticks out his hand “Hi I’m Q”. You take his hand in yours and reply “Y/N.”

“It’s nice to meet you Y/N”. You almost inwardly melt as you hear him say your name but you keep yourself composed.

“What were you thinking of doing for the dance cover?” He asks.

“I’m not sure I haven’t really thought of it yet.”

“Well we can watch a bunch of videos and choose one we like” he suggested.

“Okay”, you look around and notice how the room is almost empty as the other students had already left to begin their dances.

You both pull out your phones and begin to watch dance covers while pointing out which ones you like. You watch a lot of different ones from funny to really difficult choreographies.

“Oh I like that one” he said looking over your shoulder as you were watching a 1 Million Dance Studio choreography of a song called Crush by Yuna ft. Usher.

“Yeah me too” you stated agreeing with him.

“Okay then it’s final let’s do it” he exclaims. And you both begin to warm up.

After your warm up you begin to go over the dance cover and you both agree to learn the parts separately then combine them after you have a part down.

Q was a really fast learner and he learned the first part in about 15 minutes.

You on the other hand, were not the fastest learner and it took you forever to learn the first half of the first part. It also didn’t help that you were in the same room as a super cute guy.

You kept repeating the same part over and over but something just looked off.

Q left the room after a few more minutes of you practicing.

After a couple more tries you laid on the floor exhausted and closed your eyes feeling the cool wooden floor against your skin. You stayed in that position for a little while.

Then you heard the door open and footsteps walk up to you. You opened your eyes and saw Q above you. He smiled and outstretched his hand which was holding a water bottle.

You sat up and gladly took the water thanking him then gulping the ice cold drink down.

After you chugged almost all the water you turned back to him. “I can’t do it, Q help me” you whined.

“Okay, okay” he complied putting aside his water, “let me watch you and I’ll help you with anything that seems off” he states and you nod your head in understanding as you stand up.

He plays the music and you begin dancing but soon enough you do the next part of the dance and it still doesn’t look right.

“Here how about when you slide to your left try leaning your hip more in that direction.” Q said trying to assist you since he noticed you seemed dissatisfied with the way you were doing that move.

You tried again but this time more with your hip. It was getting there but it wasn’t  perfect yet.

“Here” Q said walking behind you and hovering his hands over your hips before retracting them.

“Ah is it okay if I touch you?” He asks staring at you through the mirror. You shyly nod in response.

He turned on the music and placed his hands on your waist swaying you side to side with the music. Although it was kind of awkward for you it did look better and you seemed to be getting the moves.

You both continued to go over your parts and by the time you both collapsed of exhaustion it was three in the morning.

“Wow it’s really late” you state, “I should be heading home” you begin to sit up and collect your things that were in the corner of the room.

“Do you walk or drive?” Q asked still on the floor.

“Walk.”

“I’ll walk you home” he said while getting up from his current position and gathering his things.

“No it’s okay” you argue, ”I really don’t want to bother you.”

He chuckled “it’s really no bother at all” he held open the door for you, “lead the way.”

You both began heading in the direction of your house.

The walk there was kind of awkward as you weren’t so sure of what to say, but after a little bit you decided to break the silence, “you’re a really fast learner.”

“I guess” he shrugged.

“What made you want to dance?” You asked curiously.

He smiled before saying “well, I don’t know I just really like the feel of dance and the way different dances flow with different styles of music.”

You smiled at his response “That’s how I feel, well at first I liked dancing because it didn’t require my brain to do work and it was sort of easy but now I actually feel the same as you do.”

“Well that’s good that we think alike, there’s one more reason that I like you” he announced. That statement kind of threw you off at first but you brushed it off convincing yourself that he meant as a friend.

You began thinking again “can I ask you another question?”

“Shoot.”

“Why is your name Q?” You asked tilting your head. “Is it because you’re quick at learning dances?”

He laughed at your guess. “What no, my real name is Changmin but I chose Q as my nickname because when you say Q it has the feeling that everything is starting, and I’m usually the center at the start of dances and I really like that feeling so I named myself Q” he stated in a matter of fact way.

“Interesting explanation I can tell you spent time thinking about that” you said as you giggled at his explanation.

You both continued talking for the rest of the walk, learning more about each other in the process.

Finally, you reached your house “Well this is me” you pointed to your house “thanks for walking me.”

“Anytime Y/N see you tomorrow.” He said waving as you opened your door and entered your house.

This occured over the next couple of days. You both would practice diligently until the morning then Q would walk you home and you two would talk and enjoy each other’s company.  

Then before you knew it the day before the performance arrived.

You were really nervous and anxious, so the night before, you practiced the dance over and over again, changing anything that still seemed off to you.

You practiced all night before checking the time which read 10 AM and you finally decided it was time to sleep.

The next morning you woke up feeling drained to the sound of your beeping alarm clock. You groggily got out of the bed and made your way to the bathroom to pee. After using the bathroom you returned to your bed and checked your phone.

Your eyes widened as you read 4:40 PM which only gave you 20 minutes to get dressed and get to the studio.

You threw on your clothes that you were planning on wearing for the performance and ran out of your house in the direction of the dance studio.

You barged through the doors and you saw everyone turn their eyes to you. “Ahh Y/N late as usual, now get in your position you’re on in 5” your dance instructor said pushing you through the doors towards the stage side entrance.

There you saw Q who looked relieved when he saw you.

“Y/N you’re here! Why are you so late? Are you okay, you’re looking a little pale?” He said placing his hand on your forehead.

You pushed his hand away “I just woke up late and I’m fine.” Q looked at you worriedly.

The teacher gave the signal for you both to enter the stage. And you both walk onto the stage behind the curtains.

As the music started the curtains opened and you instantly get blinded by the stage lights.

You begin feeling lightheaded and your legs feel weak. You look around and everything looks dizzy as you hear the music starting and the next thing you know you’ve fallen on the floor as you hear Q yelling your name.

You opened your eyes and everything was hazy and you looked at your surroundings. You were in a white room with cute little decorations on the walls. After looking around some more you realized you were in a hospital.

The door suddenly opened and Q poked his head in. He saw you were awake and he smiled at you while entering.

“You’re awake” he stated making his way over to the seat next to the bed you were currently laying in.

“What happened, why am I in a hospital?” You asked rubbing your head with one arm and getting in the sitting position with your other.

“You fainted and I kind of panicked when you fainted so I brought you here” he said.

“Thanks but you didn’t have to bring me here I’m fine” you said as you began to take the blanket covers off you and turn so your legs are hanging over the edge of the bed. You weren’t terrified of hospitals you just didn’t like the feel of them.

“What no you should get some more rest.” He said placing his hand on your shoulder stopping you from getting up.

“I’m fine” you repeated as you slid your feet into your shoes and stepped down from the bed. However, when you began to walk your legs seemed to fail you and you began to wobble.

Q grabs your arm to help stable you. “Y/N please go back on the bed.” He pleaded “you’re not fine.”

Although you didn’t want to go back on the hospital bed something in the tone that Q used compelled you to listen to him.

You lay back on the bed and he pulls the covers up over you before taking a seat on the chair again.

“Do you know why you’re in the hospital?” He asked you.

“Because I fainted.”

“Well yeah but they said it was due to overexertion and not eating, why haven’t you been eating?” He asked puzzled.

“I don’t know” you respond, “I guess I’ve just been trying so hard to make this dance perfect that I felt there was no time to eat.” You said with your head down feeling guilty for making him worry.

His gaze went to the floor for a second that back at you “Y/N I was really worried when you fainted, you have to eat your meals and not force yourself.”

Your eyes still wandered the floor as he takes your hand in his and you look up to meet his gaze.

“Y/N I’ve been thinking and—“ the doctor comes in before he can finish his sentence and Q places your hand back next to you.

“Mrs.Y/L/N I’m glad to see you awake,” you nod your head in response, “are you feeling better? Any dizziness still?” He questions.

“No I’m feeling better.”

“Okay good, well then you should rest some more and you can leave whenever you’re ready.” He said as he smiled and began heading for the door.

“Thank you” you said as he left closing the door behind him.

After a few seconds Q starts again “Y/N I’ve been thinking and, I really like you, actually I’ve liked you for a while now, I’ve just been too nervous to say anything but I don’t know you fainting kind of made me realize that I need to confess now before something like this ever happens again, and I was just wondering if you feel the same way.”

You consider everything he says and look at him while he looks back at you with hopeful eyes. You smile to yourself before announcing “I like you too Q.”

He beamed at your comment, revealing his dimples. And he jumped out of his seat, “we should go out on a date right now” he exclaimed.

“I though I was supposed to be resting” you said with an eyebrow raised.

“Ah right” He said taking his seat again, “Well once you’re feeling better I’m taking you out on a dinner date.” You nodded your head while smiling in agreement to the date as you lay back down to quickly regain your energy.

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Yay done with another!!! I was having writers block with this one so sorry for the bad ending. Thanks for reading hope you have a great day/night!!!!<3<3

[kookieforkokopuffs-blog]

⭐Yoongi P.O.V⭐

"Bora, I know this number." I said.

"Whose is it?" She asked, her face tilting towards mine.

"Jihyo's." I watched as her jaw clenched.

"That little bitch?" I laughed.

"Yup." I said.

"I have to make a call, I'll be right back. Go to the cafeteria without me." She said through clenched teeth. She was different from the sweet, adorable Bora the we know and love. She looked scary as shit.

She went into a classroom we were walking by. Jimin and I walked back to the cafeteria. Jimin was calling Eunbi.

"We found her, but she had to make a call." He continued the conversation as we walked inside. We went back to the table where we were sitting at before.

"Why'd she run off?" Was the first thing that came out of Jin's mouth. Poor Eomma.

"Her dog dies." I said fake solemly. The table all said different ways of sorry and R.I.P and shit.

"I'm not hungry, I'm gonna go." I said. Jimin gave me a look but I ignored it.

I needed to find Bora. For some reason, I feel happier around her. I feel like we're going to be great friends. Just friends.

I walked out of the cafeteria, again, and walked upstairs to the chemistry classroom where she was. Before I got to the door, I heard talking.

"Yes, tonight." It was quiet.

"6pm, so I can see." Quiet again.

"Make sure she gets the message. I have some business to deal with." She sounded mad. Then she walked and opened the door. She turned and saw me.

"How much did you hear?" She asked hurriedly.

"No-nothing." Why did I stutter?

"Good. I'm leaving early, so I'm going to get my stuff." She said.

⭐Bora P.O.V⭐

I was pissed. This bitch Park Jisoo tries to take me over, fails, and changes her name to Park Jihyo.

I decided to get the gang back together to put her in her place. I don't mean those 'girl gangs' with the ripped mom jeans and the Starbucks, I mean an actual gang. We have weapons. Guns and knives and things. That was the phone call. I was telling Lalisa to contact Jisoo and tell her to go to the park at 6pm. I'm not going to kill her, don't worry.

I got my stuff from the cafeteria and ran outside. Lalisa was also picking me up. I saw her black van pull up and the door opened. Her hair was flying in her face. And she gave me a weird look.

But she was wearing the clothes that we always wear when doing these kinds of things. A tight white crop top, black velvet shorts and a black velvet jacket. Also some black fishnet tights, black boots and a black mask. She had her blonde hair in a ponytail.



"Come on, we have to go back soon." It was now 3pm, and I had to change out of my school clothes and into my 'work' clothes, and grab my weapons. I rushed into the car and buckled my seatbelt. Then she went 70 mph (speed limit of 40), and we got at her house at 3:15pm.

We ran into the house. I ran to the closet upstairs that had all the clothes it. I got changed into the same thing as Lalisa. I went back down to find the leader, Seulgi. She was wearing something different than us.



"Hello unnie!" Seulgi said. 

"Hi!" I waved.

"Are you ready to go?" I asked.

"We haven't eaten yet though!" Lisa wined.

I laughed. "You remind me of Seokjin oppa."

They both turned to me. "Who's that?" Seulgi asked.

"Is he your boyfriend?" Lisa asked.

"No! He's one of my friends from school."

"Suuure." Lisa said.

"Stob it!" I said and shoved her lightly.

"Fine. But seriously, I'm hungry." She said and walked to her kitchen. We both followed.

"What do you guys want?" She asked.

"I want tteok." Seulgi said.

"You have that every time. Pick something else." Lisa said.

"Fine. Eomma." She said. I giggled.

"I am not your eomma. Now shut up and pick something to eat that is not tteok." Lisa said.

"Can we have naengkonggusksu?" I asked.

"No! I want bibim naengmyon!" Seulgi wined.

"Ugh! Fine!" I said. Lisa was annoyed with us, but went to work cooking. Seulgi and I act like sisters. We squabble and it annoys Lisa a lot.

Seulgi and I sat down on the couch and watched the drama Oh My Venus. We were so into the show that we didn't notice that Lisa put the food on the table.

"Seulgi! Bora! Food is ready!" Lisa yelled. But we didn't hear her.

"Aish. The lengths I go to." She murdered. Then she walked up to us and stood in front of the TV.

"Hey! Lisa!" We whined.

"Food is ready. You can watch the TV while you're eating, just don't spill food everywhere." Lisa said.

"Yay!" We exclaimed and ran to the table. We had to rewind the part where Lisa was standing in front of the TV, but other than that everything was good.

After the three of us finished our late lunch, the time was 5:15.

"Its time to head over." I said to them. They nodded and we got in the car. Lisa got in the drivers side, Seulgi in the passenger's side and me in the middle back seat.

"Why do you get to sit in the front?" I whined.

"Because you can't drive, and you aren't leader." Lisa said.

"I can drive!" I said.

"Last time you did, you ran us and two other cars off the road." Seulgi said.

I cringed. That was a bad memory.

"Fine. Can we at least put music on?" I asked.

Seulgi reached towards the radio and pressed the button. Instantly, Love Cherry Motion by Choerry came on.

"Yay!" I said and started singing along. When the chorus came on, we all started singing.

"Ppajyeosseo Love Cherry Motion han yeoreum bam bora bit kkum sogeuro Love Cherry Magic neowa hamkke kkumeul kkuneun Paradise!" We sang.

We got to the park at 5:45. That gave us time to set up. There were no people there yet. Good. We got out of the car and walked over to the huge fountain in the middle of the park. We put out masks on just so no one finds out our identity.

"There." Lisa said and pointed to the group of 9 girls walking towards us.

Little did we know that 9 other people were walking towards us from behind, unknowing what is going on.

[the101stbattalion]

Battle of Baydor: Chapter 3

Masterlist: 1│2│3│4│5

"Come on guys, it's time to wake up," Tori began to bang the pot with a spatula. "It's time for us to defeat the Huns."

Rex groaned as he got up and shook Minnie up. "Do you have to do that every single morning?"

"She does, apparently," Minnie rubbed her eyes, trying her hair up into a bun. They got up from their sleeping bags and rolled it, noticing Eva and Lira toasting a few slices of bread on the frying pan.  

"So, what's for breakfast?" Ahsoka yawned, grabbing her lightsaber. "We're having toast with marmalade jam," Lira replied, as she served her meal. "You should eat it while it's warm."

Anakin got up a bit later and slurped a cup of warm water that Eva heated up earlier on. "Is everyone up?"

Fives and Echo glanced at Yara, who was sleeping soundly, hugging her bolster. "Yara's still asleep, sir," said Fives, as he tried to shake her shoulders, in no avail. "5 more minutes," Yara groaned, as she rolled herself to the other side.  

Chu poked her waist with her fingers, but Yara pushed it away, her eyes still shut. "I said 5 more minutes, goddamit."

Rex gave a silent gesture to Chae and she filled up a pot of water from the river. She then passed it to Echo, who tried his best to hold back his laughter. As he poured the ice-cold water at Yara, she jumped from her sleeping bag, her whole body shivering.

"Morning, Yara," Rex greeted her, tossing a towel. "Did you slept well last night, soldier?"

She nodded as she wiped herself dry, especially her curly hair. "Yes, captain, I did, thank you."

Hardcase and Jesse burst into laughter as they wiped their tears of amusement, making her glared at them, menacingly. "Oh, that's jokes, you doughheads," she raised both her eyebrows, knocking both their heads with her fists.

"Does anyone have coffee?" demanded Scorpion, as his eyelids felt heavy. Tori shook her head as she handed him his plate. "Sorry, bud, we forgot to bring it and also, did you stay up all night to play a video game with Ryu and Sonic?"

Scorpion glanced at her sheepishly and avoided eye contact with her as he took a bite of his toast. Tori sighed as she finished her breakfast and put on her pink armour. "We should hurry," she said, grabbing her twin blasters. "We have the battle to fight."

"Yes, Tori," Eva nodded, as she put away her tooka doll inside her backpack. She and her twin sister gestured to Anakin and Ahsoka as they packed their things and stepped outside of the cave. "Alright men, we should move out," Rex ordered them. "Stop slacking around."

"How far is it from here to Point 4?" Anakin asked, walking beside them. "It's 3 hours from here," Lira checked the holomap. "We can make it there on time."

"Yes, General," Rex nodded, as he kept moving with his troops. As they were trekking inside the thick, lush jungle with tiny blood-sucking insects flying around their face, Tori observed the greenery around her as she slapped a bug with her bare hand, looking through her binocular, before passing it to Choerry. "See anything?"

Choerry looked through the lenses and shook her head. "Negative, sir," she said, passing it to Chu. "How about you?"

"There's nothing on my scope, either," Chu groaned, passing it back to Tori. "We're all clear, I guess."

"Do you want me to get a bird's eye view?" Lira asked. Rex bobbed his head. "Yes, General. We need to check if there's enemy spies' around us."

Lira took out a small, hummingbird droid from her backpack and it hovers above them, using her controller. "Since when did you built that?" Anakin tilted his head upward, smiling. "A month ago," she replied, handing him the controller, with a small screen popped up. "Do you want to try?"

"It'll be my pleasure," he replied, as he took over the colourful droid and let it fly into the sky, only to noticed a couple of commando droids a few clicks away from their position. "That's not good."

"I agree," Eva acknowledged. "I'll take care of them."

"Are you sure?" Ahsoka stopped her, placing her hand on the child's shoulder. "I could come with you."

"I'll be fine," she pushed away from her friend's hand as she headed west, making Ahsoka's eyebrows drooped. Anakin and Lira stared at the screen and watched as Eva negotiated with the commando droids, convincing them to fight against the Separatist forces.

Looking away from the screen, he returned the controller to Lira as his lips curved downwards. He hoped that kid make it out alive. After losing his mother to the Tusken Raiders on Tatooine, he can't afford to lose Eva to the war. Obi-Wan and Vanya will be upset if Anakin allowed her and her sister to put themselves in danger. 

As five minutes has passed, the younger twin came back with the commando droids behind her. "Alright guys," she spoke, placing both hands at her hips. "Duke and Bullseye agreed to be on our side."

Ahsoka sighed in relief as she placed her hand on her chest, smiling at them. "Welcome to the team, Duke and Bullseye."

"Thank you for accepting the both of us," Duke spoke, in a monotone voice. "We will do our best to get our comrades to fight on your side."

"Oh, by the way," Eva added. "They told us that the Separatist is expecting us to attack and that they're planning to trap us in an ambush."

"That'll mean more men will be killed in bloodshed," Rex told them, crossing his arms. "Well, that changes the plan."

"So, what do we do now?" Minnie asked, taking off her helmet. "How do we stop the Separatist army at Point 4?"

"We'll have to play their game," Eva answered, much to their surprise. "How?" Ahsoka wondered, raising one of her eyebrows.  

"Let them think we're coming for them. From there on, we'll use the element of surprise and stop them."

"Are you sure about this, Eva?" Tori raised her doubts. "This new plan seems crazy and you might get yourself killed in the process, which is the last thing I want."

"I know it sounds crazy in theory but Lira and I will execute the plan properly unless you  guys have other plans."

Anakin shook his head and moaned, tightening his lips. "Okay, Eva. What's your plan?" 

[girls-scenarios]

Yes We Are

Idol: Heejin (Loona)

Prompt: Loona’s Heejin x fem!Reader when they are dating but not explicitly and some people close to them are suspicious because of affections and cute things from both even though they don’t try to hide their relationship, these people try to find out somehow and end up seeing heejin and the reader kissing each other, all super fluff please and sorry if it’s confusing

Writer: Admin Kiwi

A/N: Stan Loona, stan progressive queens. Their new song Butterfly is out, and it’s really grown on me guys. It’s all day Loona hours up in here. Please support Loona with this comeback! Also this reader ended up being more gender-neutral. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy!

It all started with Yeojin bursting through the doors, as most things tended to in the Loona dorms.

“I think Heejin and (Y/N) are dating!” Haseul looked up from where she’d been braiding Vivi’s hair, and Olivia took out one of her earbuds, looking considerably less interested than Go Won and Chuu, who perked up immediately at Yeojin’s words. Hyunjin didn’t even look up from her phone. Choerry tumbled through behind Yeojin, grinning widely.

“They’re on a date! A coffee date!”

Jinsoul sat up from where she’d been laying on the couch, eyes wide. “Wait, for real?”

“Are you being serious, babe? They’ve been super affectionate for like, ages,” Kim Lip said, finally looking up from her book to give her girlfriend a look of disbelief.

“They have?”

“How are you so dense?”

“Don’t be mean to her, she’s the only one who had the response I wanted,” Yeojin whined, putting her hands on her hips. “Come on, girls, aren’t any of you surprised?”

“I guess I’m surprised that Heejin finally got the guts to ask (Y/N) out,” Yves pointed out, “although does (Y/N) know it’s a date?”

“Don’t be mean, love,” Chuu said, placing her hand on her girlfriend’s shoulder, eyes sparkling. “I want to know more! What did you see?”

Yeojin and Choerry shared matching grins at her words, and Haseul let out a long-suffering sigh as Choerry started. “Well, first of all, Heejin has been all smiley all day, right? I asked her why, and she told me it was a special occasion. So obviously I told Yeojin because I'm a great friend and we waited and watched and when she left, we followed her.”

“That’s creepy,” Olivia pointed out, but Choerry ignored her.

“Anyway. We followed her and guess who she met up with?”

“(Y/N)?” Jinsoul sounded way too into it, but Choerry grinned anyway.

“Bingo! It was (Y/N)! Heejin was all cute and excited and they hugged and everything.”

“They even got her flowers,” Yeojin added, basically vibrating. “You don’t get someone flowers if you aren’t dating them!”

“But I buy you girls flowers for your birthdays and special events,” Haseul pointed out.

Yeojin rolled her eyes. “That’s because you’re our mom, normal people don’t just buy other people flowers.”

“So,” Choerry continued, “they met up and hugged and everything and then they went into the café holding hands! It was adorable and Heejin was totally blushing. So yeah. Yeojin and I have deduced that they are totally dating and were hiding it from us.” Chuu let out a little squeal that matched Gowon’s, and the two girls grabbed each other’s hands.

“Have they really been hiding it though? We’ve all seen their obvious affection for each other, it’s not like they’re trying to hide it,” Vivi said, speaking up for the first time as she leaned back into Haseul. “Except for Jinsoul, apparently.”

“I seriously had no idea!”

“They never said they were dating though,” Yeojin said, tossing her hair over her shoulder.

“That means they were hiding it from us,” Choerry finished, high-fiving Yeojin.

“I don’t know if that’s how that works,” Olivia said, voice soft, but Gowon quickly shushed her.

“It’s still exciting,” she said, “like a mystery!” Olivia wrinkled her nose, but didn’t get the chance to reply, because Yeojin was loudly clearing her throat.

“Exactly! Which is why Choerry and I hatched a genius plan to find out for sure that they’re dating!”

“If this includes stalking again, I don’t approve,” Haseul said.

Yeojin shook her head, rolling her eyes once again. “Not stalking, my dear mother. No, we’re going to trick them into thinking we’ve all left the dorms.”

The girls all looked at each other, and Yves raised her eyebrows. “How are we going to convince Heejin that all eleven of us left the dorms? That seems a little far-fetched.”

“Not to mention that there’s not a lot of room to hide in here,” Vivi pointed out, looking around their rather small dorm living room.

Yeojin scoffed. “Why do you all doubt me so?”

“Basically,” Choerry said, picking up where Yeojin had left off, “we’re going to have Hyunjin or Haseul text Heejin that we’re all going to lunch, since Heejin trusts those two a lot more than she trusts us. Then we’re all going to turn off the lights and hide around the corner, where Heejin wouldn’t be able to see us.”

“Why?” Jinsoul asked, tilting her head.

“Because, if they really are dating, when (Y/N) drops Heejin back at the door, they’ll give each other a goodbye kiss! And then we’ll have caught them!”

“Ohhh.”

“Do you really expect this plan to work?” Kim Lip asked, and both the younger girls gave her a bright smile.

“Of course! It’s flawless!”

“I wouldn’t say that,” muttered Olivia, going back to her game.

Once again ignoring the opposition, Yeojin marched over to where Hyunjin sat at the end of the couch. “Hyunjin! You’ve been so quiet, we’re talking about your best friend here!”

“Yeah, and?” Hyunjin said, looking up and raising her eyebrows. “I’m not interested in this conversation.”

“Just text Hyunjin that we’re going to lunch and stop being boring,” Yeojin said, tilting her chin up dramatically and making the older girl roll her eyes. Still, she clicked out of her game and went to her messages.

“I don’t see the point of this,” she said, but Choerry was already running off to begin turning off lights, so she just shook her head and sent the text.

Some minutes and a few more arguments later, eleven girls sat squeezed into the room across from the front door, waiting.

“This is dumb,” Gowon supplied, resting her chin on Olivia’s shoulder. “It’s hot in here.”

“It’s the price we have to pay for truth,” Yeojin said, making multiple of the girls groan.

“I still don’t think this is going to-.”

“Shh! I hear something!” Despite the cramped and hot conditions, the girls all fell silent, listening with their eyes trained on the door.

Heejin could be heard talking outside the door, and then the living room was flooded with light as she stepped inside, you behind her.

Chuu let out a little squeak that Yves quickly shushed. Thankfully, neither of you seemed to hear anything as Heejin turned around to face you, biting her lip.

“I wish you didn’t have to go,” she said with a sweet smile on her lips. “Are you sure you don’t want to stay for a little while?”

You let out a little laugh and put your hands in your couch pockets. “Trust me, I’d love to stay, but I have things to do. I’ll see you this weekend, though?”

“Oh, of course. I can’t wait.” The two of you stood grinning at each other for a few moments before she tucked her hair behind her ear and shifted on her feet. “Do I get a goodbye kiss, or?”

It was surprising that the next squeal from Yeojin wasn’t heard.

“I can’t say no,” you said, and leaned forward.

As soon as your lips met hers, Yeojin couldn’t take it anymore and tumbled out of the room, yelling at the top of her lungs. “I knew it! I told you guys! They’re dating!”

Both of you jumped and Heejin spun around, eyes wide.

“Yeojin? What’s going on? I thought you guys were going to lunch?” There was a slight flush on her cheeks, and Yeojin grinned as the rest of the girls squeezed out of the room, squealing and talking.

“Sorry, we tricked you. Since we knew you were dating behind our back!”

“But we weren’t? Did I not tell you?” Heejin’s voice was confused, and everyone turned to look at each other, eyebrows raised.

“I told you they were being obvious about it,” Haseul said, and Jinsoul stumbled to the front.

“I didn’t know!”

“That’s because you’re dense, babe.”

“But I told Hyunjin,” Heejin said, “did she not tell the rest of you?” Immediately, the room fell silent, and the girls all turned to look at Hyunjin, who just shrugged.

“Oops. I forgot.”

“Forgot! You know you didn’t forget, you traitor!” Yeojin’s voice rang loud through the house, with Choerry on her heels, and the house quickly became loud again. For a moment, Heejin just watched, shocked and slightly amused, before turning back to look at you with a smile on her face.

“Well, that was fun,” she said, voice soft and affectionate. You laughed, a flush still on your cheeks, as she slipped her hand into yours.

“No kidding. Did you really not tell them?”

“I guess I forgot,” she said, “I was too busy thinking about you.”

“That’s so cheesy.”

“It’s true though.”

“Oh my god, they’re so gross,” Olivia complained, but Heejin just laughed and leaned up to kiss you one more time, ignoring their cheers and gags.

“This is such a boring ending,” Yeojin complained, “I wanted more blushing, more embarrassment! More drama!”

“I think it’s the perfect ending,” Heejin said, even though Yeojin didn’t hear her over her loud complaining. You chuckled and looked out at the chaos in the dorms before looking back down into her sparkling eyes.

“I think so too.”