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Eleven to One: Pet Play

Male Reader x Choi Yena

Length: 3966 words

Tags: pet play, you knew that, pet/master dynamic, blowjob, bad table manners, indulging in the pet kink, collar and leash, spankingas punishment, undressing, doggy, creampie, sex toys, overstimulation, kitten!Yena

TW: I guess if you don't like kitten Yena...

Inspiration: The great works of @writerpeach and @worldsover. Go check out their work on this specific... let's call it topic.

Credit: @sooyadelicacies for being my awesome co-writer and instigator of many BFH-sessions

(A/N: Looks like someone else is added to the family-harem, this time with a bit of an set up. Check out the previous story with the teaser for this one! Oh, and here are all the other chapters. Enjoy!)

"Sho tashty~"

Minju has no table manners, talking with food in her mouth. Well, the 'food' in question is your cock she is feverishly sucking from underneath the table while you and Yujin enjoy a nice, quick breakfast before Yujin has to leave for a group schedule. That's also why Minju is the only one naked, something she is perfectly accustomed to ever since you found the right room temperature for her.

"Before you go, I'll let you know that we have to move into a hotel for a week," you say as Yujin takes her final sip of coffee. 

"Why is that?"

"I bought the penthouse below and above us and want to connect them via some automated staircase. I promised the construction company a huge bonus if they finish in a week, so it shouldn't be longer than this. Damn Mr. Kim, I’d love to buy the entire building, but he is too greedy."

"Daddy," Minju asks from below, her soft fingers massaging your balls while she twirls your cockhead. "Why do we need so much space, so many rooms? Isn't this big enough?"

You take a quick glance at Yujin who shakes her head. This is not the right time, don't introduce Minju to the full family plan yet. Especially not when she is busy playing with cock, the only thing on her mind, on her tongue.

"I'll tell you later, Minmin."

"And I'll see you two later," Yujin says and gives you a quick tongue kiss while cupping your cheek. Too bad you can't cup hers because you are busy playing with Minju's hair. That’s not even a first world problem, so you’ll live with it. "Love you, Daddy."

"Love you too.

"Hey, Minmin, did you drop the bowl on purpose earlier?" you ask with Yujin out the door. Minju looks utterly confused, which is heart-meltingly cute.

"Why would Minmin do that, Daddy?"

"So I'd punish you and make you suck my dick?"

"B-but Minmin can suck your dick just by crawling in your office and opening my mouth. Why would she break Daddy's bowl?"

You laugh a little. This girl is too pure and impure at the same time.

#

Going on a date without Yujin feels quite odd, you must admit. What's even weirder is that you won't need to do it in secrecy, hidden from literally everyone. Today you just walk into the cafe, a gift underneath your arm and look for your date, a girl with colorful hair. At least she was last seen with light pink strands during a meet and greet. 

In the corner of the cafe is a table, in full light of the sunshine, falling in through crystal windows, and at said table is a small person, covered in a bucket hat, sunglasses and a large, black overcoat. Someone who likes to hide their identity to the world, but not you, because a flock of pink hair she flaunts from underneath the hat confirms your suspicion. It is your date.

"Do you mind if I just—"

"Oh, no, please, sit down~"

As you pull back the chair to have a seat, you intently watch the young woman remove her glasses and reveal her face to you. This is your first time seeing the Choi Yena up close in person, and with her gleeful smile, she really looks like a duck or cat or something adorable that you want to cuddle.

"It's a pleasure to meet you," you tell her and raise your hand to get the waitress's attention. "Can I invite you for a treat or a beverage?"

"Oh, I'd love to," Yena says, mocking your formal, almost posh way of speaking, before she has a light bulb moment. "Wait, you're very—let’s say well off, right? Can I order whatever I want?"

Now the ducky cat has puppy eyes, for no reason, really. You're here on this friendly date and she seems to have some sort of issue that only a wise person can resolve—of course you'll treat her.

"Get yourself whatever you want, but please." You lean forward and whisper. "Don't order too much. I find it embarrassing if they have to throw good food away."

Yena grins widely and nods, before going on a spree to order all kinds of cupcakes, pastries and milkshakes. You raise an eyebrow and calmly sip your coffee as she digs down sweet treat after sweet treat after sweet treat. To your surprise, she is not only fully capable of eating all of it, but also willing to talk about the most random shit while stuffing her face with sugary goods. 

Yena lacks table manners, just like Minju did this morning.

You sit there and listen. Yena mostly talks about her daily life, mixed in with complaints about her company and sudden outbursts of adoration for IVE and their super star Yujin and how happy she is for you two. 

Then she goes on tangents about IZ*ONE and what the girls have been up to. She is sad about Wonyoung, who apparently decided to pursue some rich people stuff, just like Hyewon, but when you tell her that you and Hyewon are rather close (yeah, that's all you will tell her for now), she lights up once more.

"Really? I only heard rumors about her new, joined company buying huge shares in Starship. Do you like working for Hyewon-unnie?"

You put your cup of tea down and smile. "Something like that, yeah. But now, Yena, I'm pretty sure you're avoiding something."

"Wha-what do you mean?" Yena sweats profusely, not because the overcoat is too thick, though it is, but because you finally want to get to the point. Why were you here again?

"You know what I mean. The reason you wrote the letter, Yena. You have to tell me why, all I can do is make assumptions."

Yena wraps her lips around the straw of her milkshake and quickly drinks the remaining droplets until she makes this annoying slurping sound that has your temple in scrunches. Before you can complain however, Yena finally speaks up.

"I'll tell you, bu-but can you at least guess what it's about first."

"I can, but I have to warn you, I'm very honest and upfront, no nonsense, I might trample over your feelings or say something absurd, rude even."

Yena blushes and gulps. She is all ears to what you're about to say, which has you confident that your guess is spot on.

"I believe that you are very unsatisfied with your sex life and unsure how to act out the stuff you like, so you try to look for someone with experience who you can trust but is also not in your closessed circle."

"Is it that obvious!?” Yena quickly responds as not to let awkward silence fill a possible void in this conversation.

You nod and Yena throws her hands dramatically into the air. She looks embarrassed and a bit distraught that you were able to look right through her, without shame or hesitation. 

However, to your pleasant surprise, she is able to gather herself and speak like a proper grown up about her sexual frustration:

"Yeah, you were spot on. I have a lot of free time in between comebacks and schedules, which is nice and all, but I-I'm unsure about hook ups and scared that someone will... leak stuff. So I wanted to try normal dating, but even among other stars that is so ha-ard. I just want to fu-uck."

"That is very understandable," you say and lean back into the chair, feeling a bit like a therapist with an immorally large bulge in your pants. "But don't you think you could find a very loyal fan, who'd do anything for you, have an NDA ready and go for it? Or maybe you could go out of country, where they don't know you? I bet you still have a lot of options, and with a pretty face like yours, you're bound to find more than enough people to fu-uck."

Yena pouts at you mocking her pronunciation.

"But that's a lot of effort and little guarantee. I want something reliable, in this country and I can’t wait any longer.”

"You want a relationship where you can trust the other person," you summarize. "So... what was your goal with all this? We don't know each other and I'm in a relationship with Yujin. I don't get this from you point of view."

"I-I, it's just that I—I need someone with experience to guide me through this. And I have seen Yujin, her happiness, her smile, the glow around her. That's a woman that has good sex all the time, so please, tell me your secret." 

"I'm the secret, Yena. Do you want to take me from Yujin?" You stand up straight, face stern as Yena looks up at you, helpless and needy. "Finish up your milkshake, we'll take this somewhere else. Don't forget your present."

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You picked out a nearby hotel, actually the first one that crossed your eyesight. As is often the case, you underestimated how high end these places can actually be. You already consider making this your home for the week your flat becomes unlivable. Minju won’t say anything against it, Yujin though might want something even more posh and polished. 

Good thing that you decided to wear that brown thousand dollar suit that makes you look like a mixture between gangster and manager, otherwise bringing a fully costumed stranger with you would have been an eye raiser. Now you're just some less important person bringing a celebrity to their room.

But it's your room, your money, your decision what’s about to happen. Yena walks in after you and stands in the middle of the vast, cozy room, adorned with all kinds of paintings, a carpet on a wooden floor, an impeccable color scheme from the darkest of brown to a soft beige. You sit down on the bed and look at the still dressed idol expectantly.

"Hm, which present do you want to open first: mine or yours?" you ask her, voice in deep thought as Yena removes her glasses once more.

"I-I don't know what you mean by your present but I think I'll open this."

Yena taps the wrapped box nervously, hoping for some kind of reaction from your part, but you leave her hanging and after agonizing seconds she begins to rip into the colorful wrapping paper. Yena opens the lid beneath and her eyes open wide.

"I know what you want, Yena. Don't underestimate me. Be blunt, be honest, most importantly,

"Be my good little pet, hm?"

Yena takes deep breaths when she pulls out a long, silver chain with a leather handle on one end and her favorite collar on the other. There is more inside it though: a pink feeding bowl with a cute kitten on it as well as a bullet vibrator, its cord and remote and a thigh strap. 

Yena drops the box and most items on the creme carpet when you put her chin between two of your fingers and tilt it up. She looks dreamy, you must have hit the spot to activate endless sexual possibilities and the urge to succumb to them right now. Honestly, you too have always wondered what it would be like to have a pet cat and now she is right here, ready to purr for you.

"What are you?" you ask, quietly, firmly, unmistakable power in your eyes. Yena melts in your fingers.

"Masters... good pet."

"Very good. After I have opened up my present, I expect my kitten to get into character. Because that is what good kittens do."

Without ever breaking eye contact, you begin to pop open the buttons of Yena's overcoat until it's time for the zipper to open up the curtains. In the meantime Yena loses her hat—maybe her mind along with it. You are in no rush to have her bare before you, after all, you left the world of haste and constant work behind. It's time to indulge in this thrilling moment, feel every second of this new life.

"Wow, what a beautiful kitten I have," you coo when you look at the skimpy stage outfit on Yena's body, a radical contrast to the all covering black of her overcoat which is thrown behind the bed.  The shortest of white shorts and a crop top that barely fits her are all that's left to hide Yena's private parts. 

"Now, how about I give my kitten the proper accessories, hm? C'mon, get the collar."

She is in a bit of a daze, your kitten, clumsily bowing down and reaching for the chain. Before she can straighten her back, you kick it out of her hand, and sigh deeply in disappointment.

"No, no, no, not like that. Get it like the little kitten you are."

The kick had her stunned, hurt a bit even, but now she knows what to do. Teaching your pet how to behave properly comes first, before any fun tricks can be trained. Yena begins to kneel and crawls to the collar. She picks the leather handle up with her teeth and carries it to you. 

"Good girl, you've done very well." Your praise comes with another reward. The tips of your fingers begin to scratch and tickle Yena's chin and she calmly purrs, lays her cheek into your hand, fuck, she isn't even cat coded anymore—

—she is living this.

"Kitten, I have many obligations, you know? Caring for Yujin is a handful too. But you, you'll be a good kitten for your Master, won't you? You'll never cause me any trouble, right?”

Yena responds with rapid nods. From her point of view, you are doing her a huge favor, with or without the approval of Yujin. She thinks you are taking risks and loves you for it. Her devotion is only natural, so you happily offer her a couple of fingers to suck on. 

While Yena indulges in getting her drool all over your fingers, you get the tight collar around her throat. It's a good thing that she already sent you this one, a different kind might not have been such a perfect fit. This one looks so natural on her and the thin chain is a great addition. 

"My kitten has fine taste. I think she deserves some belly rubs."

If she had a tail, Yena would probably swing it around in excitement. She won't go long without one, you already have plans of buying hundreds of toys for her—well, okay, these "plans" are just now forming, you’ll have to adjust the shopping list later—and a tail is at the top of that list. 

Purrs when Yena rolls over playfully, her arms and feet stretched away from her like paws and thanks to that crop top, you have perfect access to her midriff. The moment you touch her navel, she unexpectedly kicks upwards, right into your chest. A stinging pain, one you have to swallow down with a heavy gulp. That's how they are, wild, young, untrained pets. 

Nevertheless, they have to be taught properly. A good punishment is an essential part of their training.

"Some lying pet you are!” you snap at her. “How fucking dare you kick your Master!" 

Yena wanted to make a deal with the devil, a deal to be your pet. Unlike Minju or even Hyewon, she wants to be your literal property, not your girl, property and not a human. The treatment has to match the deal.

You easily lift the petrified idol-turned-kitten off the ground and place her bend over on your lap. Yena's cute, firm little butt is in your striking zone, while she desperately turns to face you. You hook a finger into her waistband and pull her shorts down to the folds of her asscheeks.

"Are you sorry, Kitten, for kicking your Master?" you ask Yena with a deeply judging tone. She nods with a deeply sorry expression. "Say that you're sorry!"

"I-I'm sorry, Master. I was a dumb kitten." Not enough meows in that sentence, but you will work on that later.

"What do you think you deserve now, kitten?"

"I de-deserve to be punished by Master.”

"That is right, kitten." You barely touch Yena's butt with the tips of your fingers, and she is already stiffening, readying for impact. To her surprise, your digits rather gently dig into her small cheeks and massage them in preparation. "But are you really sorry?"

"Yes, Master, yes I am—ah!"

The first hit always stings the most, to the point where involuntary tears stream down one's face and lips quiver uncontrollably. You don't let your hand rest on the red spot, instead lifting it up and striking again to make Yena's butt sore all over.

"You don't mean these words. I will have to hit you more."

"N-no, please!" Yena tries to push her upper body up but you make sure to keep her down, pinned to your thighs. "Master, I really, really am sorry!"

Another slap, straight on the same spot, enough to make Yena squirm out a pained meow. In the ensuing set of a dozen hits, six on each beautiful ass cheek, your kitten winces more and more, like a cat hurt in the wild. It tugs at your heart strings, surprisingly, but you continue regardless. When the set is finished, your fingers travel down Yena’s creek to her pussy.

"Do you like to be hit, kitten?" you ask calmly, two fingers gliding across Yena's labia, finding her clit. Yena purrs and shakes her head. "Do you think you need more punishment?"

"No, Master. Please, stop. I'll be a good kitten for you. I’m sorry."

Those dreamy, teary, glassy eyes—could they ever lie?

"I believe you.” A small pat on her head. “God, you are very cute, your hair is so silky and your little entrance is already getting wet." You remove your digits and show the tiny strings of arousal that remain in between when you spread them before her eyes. 

You take your time, again, no reason to rush. Climb on the bed, watch Yena rest on her knees before it. A light tug at the chain and Yena gets it. Today, she'll be allowed on the bed, just for this special occasion.

"Thank you, Master," she purrs and you comb through the pink, smooth hair. You give her a final smile before getting behind her. Belts and pants have never stopped you from getting what you need, to the point you'll probably disregard them entirely in the future.

This future in your home, with all these girls; Yujin and Minju already live there, Eunbi and Hyewon will surely follow. Chaewon is a wild card, probably a couple of sessions away from any commitment. And then there is Yena. 

Will she commit to being your pet full time? Or is this a one off thing for her, to get rid of all the sexual tension you feel on her soaked and hot pussy lips that graze your tip? The extent of her kink is still a mystery to you.

"Relax, my little kitten, here comes your favorite cock.”

How can she know if this is her favorite? It's been ages since something this big and girthy has spread her open, pushed past any tension and made her feel full. Comparing this to those she had in the past is impossible—but not because of the difference in time or position or foreplay. 

The comparison fails because your massiveness makes Yena's brain short circuit. All stages of humanity and human behavior are shut off; when your tip presses against her cervix, she goes straight to purring, meowing more than moaning.

Yena is incredibly tight, mostly because this is the first time she has something so big inside her, you assume, so you give her time for adjustments, slow movements, even slower rubs on her back, then her belly. 

"Let's get rid of this." And you do get rid of her top, see her small breasts jiggle, the tiny, hard nipples too, when Yena is ready to move on her own.

Her kitten butt moves in a mesmerizing dance, not only a linear back and forth, but a subtle shimmy from side to side. You get to see your cock glazed in her sweet juice, then it disappears in that cavern again. Up to this point, you're just kneeling behind your kitten, undressing further and further, sometime pulling the chain to get her back into that doggy position—it seems that she likes the slow fuck.

"You are such a good kitten," you groan and lean towards Yena's ear until she can't push backwards anymore. "What do you say, next time we're alone, you get some ears and a tail?"

"Bu-but Master," Yena murmurs, face now in the mattress because you start pushing yourself into her. "What about Yujinnie, your girlfriend?"

"Don't you want to stay with us? Get head pats from my good baby girl too?" 

Don't give her time to think about it. This revelation of your open and rather complex relationship might have been too early. So thrust harder into her and make the entire bed shake, her brain a useless mush. Yena's toes curl as she bites the sheets below her and lifts her ass a bit higher for easier access. She gets wetter and tighter, a clear sign of enjoyment, of thrill that is soon to be bliss.

Without warning you yank at the chain. Yena chokes hard, quickly getting back into the doggy position which you immediately use to fuck her roughly against the backboard of the bed. 

The chain in your hand, the thought of a personal pet and its snug cunt make you greedy for your own orgasm which always comes before hers, however only in terms of relevance. Yena has finally adjusted to your width, length and the harsh grip you exert on her collar. She drools and purrs, until an ultimate, mindless scream leaves her mouth. Her knees begin to buckle as she cums on your length, that pistoning length, in and out of her cunt, completely disregarding her sensitivity.

"Oh, looks like my kitten is wetting herself. Look, you're ruining the sheets! Such a dumb little pet."

Yena doesn't even hear the taunting. She holds onto some pillows, then the backboards, as you applaude her for the resilience by fucking faster and making the pelvis on ass sounds louder and louder.

"Me-me-meow~" Yena's irises disappear in her head. The idol has fully become your kitten; in due time to you surrendering to the tight grip of her cunt by cumming. A day's worth of semen, directly into her womb, and you tell yourself that she is safe today. She has to be, otherwise she wouldn't have agreed to your dick inside her.

"Ma-Master, so much," Yena breathes and her paws try to remove all the sticky hair from her sweaty face.

"You better not spill it on the sheets, kitty. Keep it inside your pussy, all of it." You pull out and immediately get up close with the pink snatch. Yena clenches her muscle, trying to force her pussy to stay shut.

"So, so much—I can't ho-old it!"

With that said, Yena loses some of your precious cream. She just lets it fall out of her in an incredibly lewd display that has you smiling at her embarrassed expression. In a scramble of genius and horniness, you find the bullet vibrator and shove it inside Yena’s cunt before she can ruin more of the bed. Her ensuing moan is music to your ears.

"I guess my kitten is not yet potty trained. We need to change that as soon as we can.

"Wouldn’t you agree?"

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"Is 'No Nut November' actually a thing? Or is it just an ancient internet meme that got way out of hand?"

" I don't know... Maybe? Look, I'm not an internet historian. I know some guys do it just for the sake of doing a challenge. Helps them focus or something."

"Have you considered doing it?"

"No, never-"

" You should do it!"

That's the conversation playing in your head when Karina revealed this:

Chaewon, Minju and Yena are going to be at your place when Karina is away gearing up for Aespa's comeback. (Ok technically it's Karina's place when she bought it with her sweet Kwangya money). You're no stranger to them, you've always enjoyed their company when you're somehow included in their "girls' night".

The only difference this time: They are essentially living with you for the whole of November.

You would've offered to go back to your old place or stay with a friend in the meantime. Karina's cuteness begging you to stay with them quickly dispelled that idea.

You're still really unsure this is a good idea and the stress is getting to you. That's when you're intrusive thoughts gets louder.

What if they are wearing those hot dolphin shorts with their cute little ass cheeks hanging out? The wet hair looks with a hint of shampoo smell when they just got out of the shower... Maybe even just wrapped in a towel with a hint of cleavage... Would they invite you to join them in the shower? Hmm, how good is it to have Yena's dick-sucking lips wrapped around you? A sex marathon with Chaewon pushing her to the limit? Minju just fully wrapped around you as you bottom her out, your abs hurting as you squeeze every ounce of cum inside her.

Damn it. Think normally. YOU ARE NOT CHEATING ON KARINA.

Is this some cruel test that Karina tailor-made for you? Or does she secretly gets wet when her hot idol friends make you desperately want to cum but you can't because it's inappropriate?

Is this just Karina's secret plan, using her friends to edge you, weaponize the concept of No Nut November just so she gets to have you in a sex-depraved state all for herself.

Or maybe you'll get rewarded and end up fucking all of them side by side, breeding all of them until their pussies overflow.

What happens if you can't jerk off since they would be constantly around? You have a bad feeling that No Nut November has just started for you whether you like it or not 🙈

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Being constantly in a confined space in close proximity with hot idols especially when everyone is sexually charged 😳 The idols intentionally and unintentionally tease you😏

Would this be the case of OC cheating on Karina? Would OC secretly have sex with Yena, Minju and Chaewon individually without letting the others know?

Just a rough idea so you don't have to take any of the above seriously. I hope the setting/scenario would help inspire some fun and kinky scenes of smut.

Feel free to change up the idols any one of them is hard to write for you. Just throwing these idols out here because of the GIFs 😊

Surviving NNN

Part One : Temptations

You look at the four women in front of you, unable to form a word. Your girlfriend smiles at you.

"Hello, oppa!"

Karina steps forward to kiss your lips. You lean down a little, but she still has to get on her tiptoes. Holding the back of her head, you feel her silky hair as you smell her shampoo. Vanilla.

You have to think of something else. You have to win this bet. The price is worth it.

"You know the girls, right?"

You nod your head. Of course you do.

Choi Yena. She has the nickname "duck" for a reason. She looks cute whatever she does. Even when she fights with Chaewon. Her voice changes somewhat, which makes her into an angry duckling. Her new pink hair makes her look more like a celebrity in your eyes.

Kim Chaewon. She can be just as cute as Yena. Although that can change quickly. You have seen it first hand. She becomes quite flirty when she drinks a little. You hope she doesn't do it any time soon.

Kim Minju. The youngest of the four. You haven't seen much of her so far, but you do follow her on Instagram. Her wide hips....

You mentally stop yourself to continue this thought. Without the bet you made with Karina, it would've been fine thinking about her. But not right now.

Since the four of them hang out quite often, you occasionally do have lewd thoughts. You can't help it. Yes, you do have Karina and one might argue she is more than enough for your brain to comprehend. And yet there is something different about the other three. They all have their own charms. You would never cheat on Karina, but sometimes it does look tempting.

"What do you mean?"

You furrow your eyebrows after Karina explained the situation.

"Why would they all stay here?"

"You don't like us?"

Chaewon's question makes you shake your head.

"It's not that. But we have to be careful."

This might be the proper moment to mention that you are an idol as well. A soloist. A lot of eyes are on Karina for obvious reasons. But you could say you are her male equivalent. Your last MV just broke the 100M views mark a couple of day ago. For groups like Twice or Blackpink, that's standard. But to do that within a week? You find it not so bad.

Of course you can imagine what happened, when the media caught you and Karina on a date. You did try to hide to the best of your capabilities, but it wasn't enough. Picture of you walking alongside each other, holding hands, can't be interpreted any other way. A lot of MY's did send you rather odd messages, but you try to ignore them. Your relationship with Karina is now public for around six month.

That's why it's a bad idea to let her friends sleep over for a whole month. Especcially since Karina is going overseas for her comeback preperations. And also because of the bet you made. If you succeed No-Nut-November, Karina has promised you a special gift on December 1st. You keep wondering what it is. But the problem is the punishment. You will have to do everything that Karina wants for the end of the year. Which doesn't just include sex. But cleaning, taking out the trash and so on. You two live together in one apartment after all. You just hope the gift is worth all the risks and trouble.

In the end, as always, Karina did convince you to let Yena, Chaewon and Minju stay here. You wonder if that's her way of trying to sabotage your success. She did have to promise to not seduce you during this month.

And there you are now. Sitting on the expensive black leather couch, watching TV, while you hear your knew roommates around the apartment. It has two bedrooms, but because you and Karina sleep in one bed, one is always empty. That room is now occupied by Yena and Chaewon. You tried to convince Minju that you have no problem with sleeping on the mattress in the living room, but she refused to take your bed.

You hear the shower stop as you watch the kdrama "Bloodhounds" on the big screen. Since your overall concept is kinda bad boyish, you always try to watch stuff like this. The melody for your new song is already finished, only the lyrics are missing . You even have a title by now: "Dangerous game"

When the door to the bathroom opens, you instinctively turn your head. It turns out to be a grave mistake.

Kim Minju is standing in the doorframe. You might have been incredibly glad the she isn't just wearing a towel, but what she is actually wearing makes your head spin.

Her dark hair is still wet from the shower, the warm air slowly crawling out of the bathroom. It partially hides her face and you can even smell her shampoo from where you sit. A fruity scent. Similiar to strawberries. Her black top stretches a little over her chest, which you woudn't really have noticed if it weren't for the 13 day without cuming already.

But your main focus definitely lies on her lower body. She is wearing black denim high waist hotpants, which show off her small waist and wide hips. Especially her thighs. Oh my god, her thighs. They look nice and full as always. They jiggle slightly as she walks out of the door.

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Hi erveryone, I hope you like the first chapter of this mini series. The theme is fitting for this month, so I thought "Wy not?" This chapter doesn't really have any action in it, since it's mostly the introduction. I hope you enjoy it nonetheless.

[a-casual-kpopfan]

Love Is... - Choi Yena

Damn, who thought I would come back to writing?

My first fic of 2024, I may be a few months late, but I hope you enjoy!

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The sound of the jingle from the front door plays through the speaker, the warm air hits you as you pass through the doors. You take a sigh of relief as you were able to get out of the cold while it was snowing outside.

It’s February, winter is in full swing, snowfall has become the regular in this region. And worst of all, it’s become couples’ season. You weren’t known much as a bitter person, but with all the hearts and couple promotions just brings an ick to your own heart. You were not against people in relationships, you yourself are not searching for a partner to even be with, but just the promotion of love just brings an extra level of bitterness out of you.

Not feeling to cook tonight, your goal tonight was to enjoy a nice and cheap bowl of ramen.

After all, the only thing that can make you happy is food.

You browse around the different flavours and seasonings of the instant ramen selections but then you end up with you usual and most generic pack, a pack of spicy ramen, shortly after you walk over to the cold foods section to add as your sides. Today, you felt adventurous, no one is around to ruin your mood.

Your goal in the cold section is to find a set of your favourite soy marinaded eggs. And there before your eyes, only one pack of two eggs are left on the shelf. “They must be low on stock.” Speaking to yourself as your hands grab the pack before anyone else can take it, on the way to the counter you decided to grab a cool oolong tea as well.

Before paying, you noticed a short individual walk into the store, wearing shorts and an odd white sweater with pink accents. “A little odd to be wearing shorts in winter.” You spoke a little too loudly to be saying it to yourself, the person took their hood off and gave you a little glare, although your attention was not about her hearing you.

Long strands of pink hair flow out in the wind, she almost looks like someone written out of a manga, an anime character you used to watch on Saturday mornings. “A little rude to stare.” The woman scoffed then walked by you. A little shocked but not surprised with her attitude, it’s not anything new to you.

“YAH, WHERE’S THE MARINATED EGGS?”

The person in the white and pink sweater made her way back to the front of the store and you’re now staring eyes with a pink haired bull. “YOU!” Pointing her finger straight at you, stomping hard towards you. Her other hand balled up into a fist, you swear her eyes have been lit on fire from the inside of her skull.

You look over to the employee at the counter and they seem just as confused as you are.

“Those.” She points to the pack of the marinated eggs. “I’m taking those.” Great, just another thing to add to your already over the limit bitterness due to this season. “How about no?” You put your hand up in front of her finger pointing at the pack and push it away. “I will pay for your dinner if you just let me have those eggs.” You look her straight in the eye, she’s dead serious with that statement.

“Jinja?” “Mm.” “Jinja?” “Mm.” “Jinja?”

“HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO SAY IT?!” If this was an anime, you would picture this pink haired girl to light flames out of her head, ready to kill just for a pack of factory boiled eggs, marinated in a soy sauce mixture, who knows what other additives that could’ve been added to this.

All this for eggs.

“Nah, I think I’ll pass.” You said with a straight face, didn’t hesitate knowing you just destroyed the spirit of this young woman. She starts growling slightly her hands are in fists, looking like she’s shaking because she’s trying to prevent herself from punching you, but instead she started tearing up and squatted down, hugging her legs. “But… I really wanted those eggs…” She was whimpering, not something you saw coming.

“Shit.” You look over at the clerk again, all they could do is shrug, giving you a look that says, ‘it’s your mess, not mine.’ You scratched your head in frustration and gave in. “Look, I will split this pack with you if you stop crying.” The girl’s eyes point up to you, the waterworks are really going with this one. Not convinced of your off, she continued moping on the floor. You were left with no choice.

“Ugh and I’ll pay for your dinner.”

“Jinja?” “Yes.” “Jinga?” “Yes.” “Jinga?”

What is this girl doing to you?

You take a deep breath before nodding again.

A pack of instant ramen, a cold green tea and a couple onigiris later, you and this pink haired woman take a seat a table together, considering the circumstances, you found it appropriate to at least sit with this person.

“Thank you for the meal!” The woman clapped her hands together as in a praying motion before digging in the ramen that you ended up paying for.

“Choi Yena.” Confused from what she said, you question her.” I’m sorry, what was that?” Yena picks up the disposable chopsticks, breaking them apart before repeating herself. “Choi Yena, I figured you should know my name for buying me dinner.” Surprised but you told her your name before you did the same with your chopsticks.

Most of the night was silent other than the slurp here and there, the door opening for the occasional night owl popping for a snack. You had just met this Choi Yena about a half hour ago, having a midnight dinner with her, and had a fight with her for boiled eggs.

Not that weird, right?

~~~~~

A couple nights later, you find yourself in the same spot. Going through the doors of the same convenience store, grabbing another pack of instant ramen. Once again, you’re in the cold foods section looking for the same set of marinated eggs that you enjoy so much, but to your displeasure, there’s none on the shelf.

“Damn, must be still out from last time.” Disappointed, you turned to see a familiar pink haired woman. “Well, hello stranger.” Yena there, smiling at you. She’s holding a shopping basket with her arm, and you notice she too had a pack of noodles, the same green tea drink and what seems to be the last pack of eggs.

“Choi Yena…”

“Looks like you’re having dinner again here?” Yena sticks her arm out with the basket, bringing it closer to you. “Let me pay you back, put it in here.” Yena points with her lips, gesturing to the food and drink that’s in your hands, you smiled and just followed along. “Since you’re paying me back, I might as well grab this too.” You grab a salmon onigiri off the shelf and quickly drop it in Yena’s basket, but to Yena’s amusement she rolled her eyes in a playful manner.

“Yah, is that it or is there more?” You chuckle and you look through the rest of the shelves, carefully looking at all the food. “Hmm, what else is good here?” Yena goes and slaps your shoulder and starts walking up to the front counter. “Don’t take your time!” You followed suit, walking just behind Yena.

After paying for the items, you and Yena start getting the ramen ready to be cooked. “What brought you back here?” You ask Yena while she’s opening her soup packets, you do notice with her lips how she pouts a little hard, almost like she has a duck’s bill. “Yena?” She was so focused on her noodles that she wasn’t paying attention to her surroundings.

“Oh, yeah, sorry… What did you ask?” Yena looks at you with such an innocent look, you found it cute. “What brought you back here again?” Yena smiles and snickers a little while she pours her soup packet into the plastic bowl. “Coming here late at night helps me not think about my ex-boyfriend, we recently broke up and it was a little messy.” You were left speechless, not expecting an answer like that.

“Oh, I’m sorry, we barely know each other.” Yena tries to cut the awkwardness with a laugh although it didn’t last long. “I normally come here to be alone, coming here late at night with no one around brings me a certain level of peace… Until someone squashed that idea.” You look at Yena with a deadpan while gives you a quirky smile. “Oops, sorry.”

Silence has come between you two as you’re focused on putting some toppings in your ramen before pouring in the hot water, the same with Yena.

“Sometimes, it’s nice to eat with a friend.” Yena quietly speaks up, but you didn’t reply only continued with a little smile.

“Sometimes, not being alone is nice.”

~~~~~

“What’s on the menu today, Yena?”

You and Yena have been meeting at the same convenience store for several days now, it’s started to become a normal routine. You get home late from work, its nearly midnight, then you tend to run into Yena at the store. “I haven’t had tteokbokki in awhile, why not that and…”

“This!” Yena pulls a pack of precooked pork belly, ready to eat out of the microwave. “Isn’t that going to be a heavy dinner?” You questioned the choice, going with a high carb meal with a side of fatty meats. Yena went from a big smile to now a death stare towards you, annoyed with your reply, Yena answers back. “Are you trying to say something about my weight?”

You regret questioning her.

Yena goes on to the microwavable foods section to find something to add to your dinner for the night. “Then how about this?” The pink puff pulls out a bag of fish cakes, perfect side for a bowl of tteokbokki. “Let me go get the drinks while you set up the meal?” You suggested with Yena nodded happily.

Yena pays for the food before making way to the self serve area to get everything cooked so you two can have dinner. You took your time strolling to the drinks area knowing that the food would take a little bit to cook fully even though it’s just precooked frozen foods.

“Hmm, what to have tonight?”

While browsing around, you had thought about getting your usual cold green tea, but you decided to be a little adventurous tonight. You pull a strawberry milk and a mango flavoured green tea; Yena can decide which one she wants when you bring it over to her. A little smile grew on your face when picking the drink out, excited to try it, you quickly walked to the counter to pay for the drink.

Once paid for, you hear the beeping of a microwave from the other side of the store, making you think that the food was already done. Quickly taking the bottles of the counter, you walked over swiftly to see Yena placing a tray down on a table. She was placing everything on the table so carefully, the food being placed in the centre of the table.

Yena meticulously places smaller disposable platters on either side of the table, with chopsticks next to them on top of napkins. You couldn’t help but smile and chuckle on the side, your slightly snickering startles Yena, not knowing that she’s being watched. “Yah! You could’ve given me a heart attack!” Yena clenches her jaw and pretends to go for a punch with her fist.

You continued smiling like an idiot, walking up to the table bringing the drinks to the pink haired menace. “Choose one.” Presenting both drinks, she looks at each bottle, back and forth, thoroughly thinking which one to drink. “I choose this one!” Yena points at the mango flavoured tea, you nodded and put the strawberry drink on one side, then opening the mango drink for Yena.

Both of you sat down on your respective sides of the table, Yena starts picking up the tteokbokki with her chopsticks. “So how was work today?” Throughout spending more time with Yena, you found out that Yena is a professional photographer and is renting a studio nearby, which is why she comes by this convenience so often.

“Aish, the models that my clients keep hiring are so thin, they look like they never eat.” Yena continues ranting about her day, you sat there watched her eat the tteokbokki with some aggression while you were eating slowly but getting your share of the food.

“What about you, how was your day?” Yena puts down her chopsticks, leaning her elbow on the table, holding her head up with her hand. She looks at you with such interest, wanting to know how your day went. Both eyes are on you and only you, her ears are open for listening to you and only you.

You couldn’t stop the muscles in your face from forming a smile, you were happy. You were happy that someone is there to ask you about your day, someone interested to find out how you are doing.

“Damn you, Choi Yena.”

~~~~~

“I can’t believe he would just walk out! These models are becoming so sensitive with constructive feedback!” Yena screamed over the phone, you’re currently driving your way back from work and Yena decided to give you a call as she has a late photoshoot. “What did you even tell him?” You were happy to hear Yena’s voice, you were beginning to think that you wouldn’t see her tonight because of the photoshoot.

“Ahhhh, I told him that he looks bored, that he needs to put some emotion in his posing!” Yena continued with her story as you’re driving back, you just drove and listened. You loved hearing the sounds of her voice, you were never too busy for Yena, and she was never too busy for you.

“Do you still have any more shoots to do tonight, Yena?” With the intentions of getting late night dinner again with the photographer, you change lanes to make way to the convenience store instead of home. “Yeah, I still have a few more shoots to do. I’m not sure what time I would even be done.” You can hear Yena sigh. Her frustration can be felt through the sound of her voice.

Yena continued ranting until her next model arrived. “Yah, I’ll call you later. My next victim is here.” The two of you said your goodbyes and hung up, though little does the photographer know that you’re going to be stopping by tonight to greet her with her favourite late-night dinner.

Shortly you make it to the store, quickly you gathered all the normal food both you and Yena would have. You make it to the clerk and wait for him to scan everything for you to pay, “You’re not with your girlfriend tonight?” Your heart skipped a beat, you were hesitant to pull your card out of your wallet. “Eh, you really think that’s my girlfriend?”

“That pink haired photographer, yeah.” The clerk finished scanning everything, putting everything in a plastic bag for you. “You two are here together almost every night for the last three months. I always thought there was something between you two.” With that, you couldn’t stop your lips from stretching into a smile. The grin stretched from one ear to the other, you were uncontrollably happy.

With that, you paid and quickly drove over to the studio without Yena knowing you would be there tonight. You park your car in the respective spot, not too far away from the entrance but close enough so you won’t be too cold from the weather. You pull your phone out to call Yena before entering the studio.

“Choi Yena, are you still doing the shoot?” Clearly, you’re playing stupid as you slowly walk through the main building’s door. You can see flashes of light emerge from the hallway, faint sounds of music playing. “Yeah, I’m probably going to skip dinner tonight if I have to finish the rest of the shoot tonight.” Yena struggles to hold her phone up with her shoulder while she takes a photo.

“What if dinner is brought to you tonight?”

“Eh? What do you mean?”

You end the call, Yena is genuinely confused, disregarding that she’s in a middle of the shoot.

“Choi Yena!”

You yell the photographer’s name out getting her to turn around to see you holding up a pair of bags with food and drinks. “Yah! What are you doing here?” The pink photographer couldn’t stop herself from smiling, carefully placing the camera down on a nearby table she runs towards you with her arms opened, which ultimately ends with her hugging you.

“I didn’t want you to skip dinner, so I thought to bring it to you.”

After a few minutes, you got dinner set up with Yena but also had brought snacks for Yena’s photography crew and models.

“Thank you for the meal!” Yena was overjoyed, you were happy to see her like this. Looking around the room with everyone talking and enjoying their little break from this late shoot. You begin to eat with Yena, the tteokbokki you had bought today tasted a better than it usually did, you felt happier today than you had in the past, butterflies start take off in your stomach.

You were confused on what this feeling was, this feeling that’s being built up inside you. The way Yena eats, the way she smiles at you, the way she speaks to you.

You love it all.

Love?

You were listening to Yena ranting about how her day went up to this point, how you were the one good thing to happen tonight. You were mindlessly listening, eating, the only thought that’s going through your mind is how perfect would it be if Yena could just end the session now and go home with you.

Stuck in your daydream, a sudden sound snaps you back to reality.

The buzzing from Yena’s cell phone disturbs your dinner, it seemed important to Yena as she immediately puts her chopsticks down, asking for a minute so she can pick up the call. “Go ahead Yena.” Getting up, you watch the distance between the two of you grow, you hated this distance.

You wanted Yena to be next to you all the time, you wanted to be with Yena as much as possible.

“What is wrong with me?”

Patiently waiting for Yena to return, you could only think of what the two of you could be doing on your days off, what type of dates she would like to go on with you. Nothing goes through you mind but Yena.

“Should I confess?”

“You look like you’re in deep thought.” Yena giggles as she has appeared before you, flustered from her sudden appearance, you try to recollect yourself.

“What was the phone call about?” You try to get Yena’s attention off you for being so unaware that she had returned. “Oh, nothing… My ex-boyfriend tried to meet with me, I told him to screw off.” Something inside you had suddenly dropped, like as if your heart and other inner organs had been pulled out of you.

“The two of you still talk?” You had a sudden loss of appetite, you were now only poking at the food, not looking to consume anything at this point. “Sometimes, he still gets on my nerves quite often, he wants to get back together, and I don’t think it’s a good idea for us.” Yena takes her drink and aggressively chugs a large amount after speaking about her ex, you on the other hand sighed slightly in relief.

“I do enjoy the single life again, not having to be shackled to another person, I get to live with my freedom!” Yena jumps up on her feet and stretches her arms and legs, you couldn’t get a word out or say anything but just smile with Yena. “Anyways, I think I should get back to the shoot, I don’t want to stay here all night.”

You agreed with Yena, deciding to clean up after the two of you so you can let Yena go back to the studio floor. “I’ll see you soon, okay?” Yena waits for you to get back up to give you a hug before running off to the studio.

“Damn it.”

~~~~~

“I’ll see you at our usual spot?”

The text you got from Yena earlier that evening, it’s almost essential that the two of you meet every night at the convenience or even at her studio now. It’s been almost a year of this same routine, of seeing each other majority of the week. You miss her when she’s not around, all you can think about is Yena, how is doing? What is she doing?

You try to keep your distance in respect of her, but you try to walk on a line between just being friends with her or confessing your feelings to her.

“You fool, you should just come clean, otherwise you’ll just be hurt again.” You try to motivate yourself to finally confess to the photographer Choi Yena. The little pink haired woman who happens to walk into your life, over marinated eggs of all things.

“Hey!”

“You’re here!”

“I’m so excited to tell you what happened today!”

All you can hear is her voice in your head.

All you can think about is you and Yena being together.

Today must be the day you tell her.

You pull up to the parking lot of the convenience, but you don’t see Yena’s car anywhere, she probably hasn’t arrived yet. “Great, gives me time to think.” You took a deep breath and shut off your car and stepping out.

Slowly approaching the door, you can recognize a certain someone through the windows looking around for food. Instead of a vibrant pink that you were so used to, you instead see a velvety red colouring, standing out a lot more than the usual pink.

The moment you were about to push the door open and walk in, your heart shatters in pieces.

You see a man put his arm around Yena’s shoulder, while Yena dips herself into the man’s embrace. The two can be seen talking through the window, she’s smiling towards him while the man is happy to be there with her.

“Ex-Boyfriend, huh?”

You slowly backed away from the door, you weren’t ready to face this. You didn’t want to face her in this state. There were no tears, but you felt like the world had just come crashing down on you.

What a fool you were, to think that you can find someone to be with.

“Who am I to think that I would be able to have a chance with someone like her?”

Walking back slowly to your car, getting in, and starting it, to get away from this place as soon as possible.

*Bzzz, Bzzz*

“Choi Yena”

She was calling, looking for you, but why would she want to be finding you in the first place?

You pick up the phone regardless.

“Hey! Are you close by?”

“Hey Yena! I’m sorry but I have to stay late at work tonight, I have a last-minute project to get started on right away.”

It was your first time having lied to Yena, you didn’t want to, but you needed to.

“I’ll call you when I can see you again, okay?”

“Oh, okay… I’ll see you soon then.”

The call ends abruptly after that, you dropped your phone in the passenger seat, ready to drive off home… Or wherever you can get to.

Just anywhere but here.

“I’m sorry Yena.”

Some things were just not meant to be, you and Yena just happen to be one of those things.

Love is... Isn't for everyone.

[minato-division03]

Miku Shirazuki

“Speak your mind, even if your voice shakes."

Etymology

Miku means "beautiful" (美) (mi) and "sky" (空) (ku)

Shirazuki means "white" (白) (shira) and "moon" (月) (tsuki)

Character Information

Kanji: 白月 美空

Romaji: Shirazuki Miku

MC Name: Hex 13

Gender: female

Pronouns: she/her

Age: 19

Birthday: January 13

Star sign: Capricorn

Blood type: A

Occupation: ex-idol

Division: Minato

Team: R.I.P Märchen

Height: 162 cm (5’3 1/2) / 167 cm with high tops (5’5 1/2)

Weight: 45 kg (99 lb.)

Hair color: metallic ice blue

Eye color: ice blue

V/A: Miyu Tomita

Rap voice: Yena Choi

Stage actor: Yena Choi

Appearance

Miku is an average-height girl with rosy skin and small piercing ice-blue eyes. She has straight, metallic ice-blue hair that reaches down the middle of her back and is shaped into a wolf cut, her fringe parting in a messy left side-part.

Her street attire consists of a cropped black lace-up tank, black high waisted skinny jeans, a translucent jacket that gradients to a midnight-blue color and litters with star-shaped sequins, white high tops, and a black baseball hat. She has four piercings on each ear: two lobes and her lower and upper helixes. She tends to wear different jewelry everyday, depending on her mood, but one piece of jewelry she doesn’t leave the house without is her silver sword necklace.

When she’s at home, she sports a loose cream-colored button-up with a deep neckline, exposing the top of her lacy blush-pink bralette, finished with white satin shorts.

Personality

Miku is generally a mature, serious person with somewhat of a short temper and does not like being pestered. As a result of multiple incidents in the entertainment business, she developed a cold and distrusting attitude toward most people. She has lost all patience for overeager and aggressive fans who continue to accost her in public and inconvenience others.

However, she does have a softer side to her and still remains humble, despite her popularity as an idol. Queen Card notes that one of Miku’s best traits is that she is incredibly loyal to the people she cares about, be it her fans, family, or friends.

Ability

Her rap ability, Curse, allows the impact of her blows to linger in her opponent’s mind, even when it's no longer her turn.

Trivia

Miku is left-handed.

She likes grapes, dancing, crystals, astrology, and scented candles while she dislikes naivety, deception, and judgmental people.

Her favorite food is miso-grilled corn while her least favorite food is cucumbers.

She can play the piano, guitar, flute, karimba, and the harp.

Her parents are Reiaki’s neighbor, and they live on the same floor. When she was an idol, she was living in the same apartment as her manager.

She was homeschooled all throughout her idol career.

[dreamyinception-world]

Flowers Without Home ~ Part I

Pairing: Choi San + Park Seonghwa

Minor Characters: Choi Yena (ex-IZ*ONE/soloist), Choi Sungyoon (GC), Choi Jongho, Genderless storyteller

Genre: Alternate Universe/Neolithic Era, Fantasy, Lost Love, Fluff, Smut, Angst, Storytelling, Folktale

W//C: 4.2k

Summary: An unidentified author tells her young children an old folktale about two men, a poor farmer’s son and a mute fae that gave birth to their town’s most precious flora.

~writer’s note~: hi everyone! it took me a while to get around to writing this story due to being busy preparing for my new job! the updates to this story may be sporadic, but i wanted to start having the story out there because it was something i had been planning on since a few weeks back. the idea of this story came from the traditional way of folktales mixed with a bit of fantasy, since all of them seem to mention that aspect. i hope you all enjoy it!

~Next Part~

©dreamyinception-world/deepnesta 2022 || please do not repost or use any of my work without my permission. Thank you ♡

Context definitions:

* = A beautiful golden flower that blossoms in Korea during the months of July and September, representing immortality; commonly used for medicine.

** = The Korean word for planet, Mars.

~ ✩ ~

“I loved him more than I could understand. That’s the thing that kept us together, even when the world continued to push us away.”

~ ✩ ~

I remember when I was younger, around your ages actually, Grandma used to tell me this story. Whenever I was sad, scared, or I just couldn’t sleep.

“Is it about Grandma and Grandpa?”

No no, it’s a magical story. I think you guys will be interested to know as it involves the beautiful flowers that we grow outside.

“The *산수우 [san-su-yu]?” The littlest one said from one side of the bed.

Yes baby, that’s right. If you listen close and sit still, I’ll tell you the story of how the flower came to be.

The kids came in close, sitting by the edge of your feet. Their big eyes were full of wonder and stars, wiggling slowly for the storytelling to start. You brushed your fingers through their short hair with an endearing smile, pulling them closer while looking out the window.

There used to be a small village, right where we are now. Years ago it only spread out as far as the second boulder that's 40 ft away from our house. The people couldn’t afford to expand the village, lacking the resources and money…

~ ✩ ~

Within the village lay an unspoken hierarchy. Many of the families were poor with few things to contribute to the overall while the “rich family”, only called that by their cattle and furs they owned, were seen as the people with the most power. Everyone followed them in order to survive. Going against them was seen as a death sentence. Not one person would dare follow the others in revolution against them.

Through their silent cooperation, they held the most lavish and lush agriculture stretching out at least 15 miles from all angles. They were seen as almost untouchable.

One day, there was a horrible storm that poured its way through the village and those surrounding it. It ripped through the branches and soaked the trunks to their core, the ground became so plush that the crops were bound to be ruined for the rest of the month. Amongst the heavy rain, unseen to the human eye, a single pink drop of rain fell. Blossoming into the ground, a small golden ring emerged and exploded from the sheer power of the single drop, forming a hole in its place. Out of the crevasse, a hand came out, shivering and cold.

He only had rags on his body, eyes a golden amber color with dusty orange cheeks with dots of freckles all over. He looked around with slight curiosity but mostly fear. What is this..colorless place? He thought to himself, feeling a bit of disgust with the way the ground felt under his feet. Moving himself to the corner of the building he was “born” next to, he brought his knees to his chest.

There was no sign of any of his family, not even a single face or building he recognized from his peaceful and beautiful life he had lived before. Had they casted him out? But for what reason? He had never done anything to displease those above or below him. In fact, he had been the perfect example of what being a fae meant, everything they were set to do and accomplish. He set himself up to be the candidate of representation- those that ones would use to train and teach themselves. His father said so himself.

So then why..why was he here?

His eyes began to water, putting his head into his knees. Father, why was I brought here? Please come save me..

The day after the storm passed, as everyone was cleaning up outside, villagers came from time to time and tried to talk to the scared boy. He didn’t appear super young to them, maybe within his 20s. However, his appearance had them taken aback. They wondered if he was sick and caught some sort of illness from the weather. Maybe his parents had left him outside and he had no food or water for days so his skin began to whiten like paper. So many questions filled their heads, but the boy could give them no answers.

He remained silent as they spoke at him, only being able to express with his eyes and facial muscles to their questions. They repeated their questions again, asking for a verbal response and grew frustrated when he could not give them one. After trying for a day or so, people chose to ignore him, assuming that he had no interest in talking.

In reality, the pink haired boy could not move his lips. He tried to speak to every person who approached him, but his lips wouldn’t open. It was as if they were glued together, forced completely shut to others that did not look like him. They only opened when he needed water or food. He was permanently mute and no amount of hand waving, gesturing, or physical expressions would get anyone to understand him. As time passed, he slowly lost the urge and energy to try to communicate, lowering his head whenever anyone spotted him, scooting away and waiting for them to leave him alone.

He began to think it was better for him to be alone than to stress others out trying to understand him.

Was this a part of his punishment? He can only speak to those that appear to be from the same place he is from? But this place looked nothing like his home, or even close to those that neighbored his own. How would he find a person like him? Would they be in plain sight, hair, color and skin as bright as his own? Or would they be hidden and he had to seek them out?

His hope for discovery of this person began to decrease as the days went by. His food supply began to fall scarce and the colors on his body began to fade. Finding comfort only in his corner, he curled into himself more, allowing the torn fabric of his now oversized cloak to cover his whole body.

~ ✩ ~

A few months had passed since the boy appeared from seemingly nowhere. It was the busiest time of year for farmers and selling produce. All season long, the women had prepared the crops and the men would pick the best ones out of the bunch to sell before sending their eldest sons to the large market. The marketplace would remain open for the entire week, keeping tabs on all the different goods that were being sold from each family and how high of demand they were becoming with every passing day.

It was safe to say that everyone looked forward to this time, as it left the potential for families to rise in agricultural power for their special and limited crops.

For the Choi family, this was their last chance to rise above everyone, something they haven’t been able to do for the past five years. Their crops had been seemingly damned the past couple of seasons- the weather could not seem to cooperate and would leave their produce overgrown and foul tasting or dried up and dead. They had tried moving their crop lines over, believing maybe the ground itself was poisoned by something, even having the fellow pastor come and bless their crops. Every year has led to a bust, except for this year. This one was seemingly different and they were not going to let it leave them without some sort of compensation.

San, their second eldest, was put in charge of sending their most precious lettuce and carrots to the market to be sold to the Kang family- much to his dismay.

“Why can’t Sungyoon hyung do it? He’s done it every year, what’s so different about this year?” He complained, sitting on the floor with his chin tucked into his palm. The raven-haired boy watched his mother strip the carrots of their dirty outer skin. The action and smell made San cringe. God..he hated carrots.

“You already know the reason, San-ah.” His mother’s voice sounded exasperated. “Your brother has been busy with sealing his romance with the young girl next door so that we can merge our families and wealth together. You know how much these things matter to our family with our current holding in the village.” She didn’t even bother to spare a glance at her son.

“I still don’t understand what that has to do with me..” San mumbled under his breath only to let out a small yelp when a piece of corn hit him in his ear. Knowing where it came from, he glared over his shoulder.

“You’re the only person who can do it. You need to take the responsibility, like an adult should, and take care of this family. Otherwise, how can you expect any woman to want to marry you?” His half twin sister, Yena stared back with her face hard as a rock. She gripped each kernel of corn like a vice, ripping and throwing them into the basket. What did she have to be so angry about, San couldn’t ever pinpoint. All he knew was that she hated him more than any of her other brothers, they never seemed to get along or connect in any way.

“Yeah so no pressure, unless you fuck everything up hyungie.” came from San’s left, followed by a swift flick to the head. San grabbed the youngest son, Jongho, by his ankle and nearly knocked him down had it not been for his mom smacking his foot with the end of her peeler.

“Enough.” She let out a soft sigh, the droopy skin under her eyes making her reflect annoyance and exhaustion. Her face was similar to Yena’s, making San and Jongho straighten and avert their eyes from meeting hers.

“You are going to bring all this produce down and sell every last bit of it to anyone who is willing to take it. Don’t come back until it is all gone.”

Those were the last words that echoed through San’s ears as he stalked through the entrance of the market. All the village boys were already there, making their rounds to each of the tables that had the eldest woman of their respective households behind it. San could tell that they had begun “marketing” themselves long before he arrived there. Most were taking their chances at flirting/swooning the ladies, hoping that they would give them a lot of money for what they have and would promote their product to everyone. If they’re especially lucky, maybe they will have beautiful daughters to marry off to them as well.

San’s face couldn’t help but deadpan. So that’s why they send us out here. So we can bring them wealth and offspring.. His walking slowed down a bit, simply watching everyone around him. They all knew the game that was being played, even when they acted like they didn’t. It was always the same with this community. Everything left unspoken but people followed it as if it were law or fact to do so. That was just the way life had been programmed to be, so he just had to follow the flow like everyone else did.

His sister was right, he would never be able to be married in these conditions. Not when his wife already knew the life they were going to live together without knowing anything about him first.

San’s thoughts were interrupted by a loud sound coming from a nearby alleyway that cut between two family homes. It didn’t disturb the rush of the market, the raven-haired boy seemingly being the only person that heard the commotion. Peering down, San saw a figure shuffle from a trash bag that was a few feet away. There’s no way it could be some sort of animal, the time of year wasn’t right for trash-loving creatures to be around and digging through their garbage piles. San’s footsteps creeped down, gripping the corner of his food basket. What the hell was he thinking venturing down a dark alley like this?

The figure shuffled again, as if recognizing it had been noticed and scrambled back to the farthest corner that separated them. San heard the faintest whimper coming from the area.

“Hey, hey. It’s okay. I’m not gonna hurt you. I don’t have anything bad on me okay?” His voice was soft and gentle, not wanting to scare the being more than he probably already had. As San stepped close enough for the bit of light from the market to shine down from behind him, he realized the figure was a boy. His legs and feet were covered in dirt and grime, skinny and slightly bony looking from far away. Only lying a few feet in front of him, San crouched down at eye level with the shaking boy. “Are you okay?”

A few seconds had passed before the boy in question lifted his dusty and slightly dirty pink head. San’s eyes widened, seeing the vibrant color of the boy’s hair and amber eyes compared to the paleness of his skin. It confused him but, for a reason he couldn’t find to explain, it entranced him at the same time. The two held eye contact.

The pink haired boy didn’t mean to suddenly have such a mean face, glaring so hard merely out of confusion rather than anger at San. Why hasn’t he walked away yet? Why..is he staying here? The boy thought to himself, head tilting while gripping the corner of his tattered sleeve. San didn’t flinch or look away.

“Why is your hair like that? Nobody else’s looks like..” his voice trailed off, reaching to touch the cotton candy clouds on the boy’s head. He snatched his hand back when the boy swatted at him, hugging his knees tighter and immediately pouting after.

I’m not an animal or something..What makes you think you have the right to touch another being you don’t even know. The pink haired boy looked off to the side. San’s face became sympathetic.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you..” San’s eyes fell a little, scratching the back of his head as he rested the basket of food on the ground behind him. The boy’s face softened, chancing a look at San when he no longer felt eyes on him. “I’m not very good at befriending others..let alone talking to anyone other than my family.”

Something in the demeanor of San made the mysterious boy feel that he was no longer a threat to him. He felt his body relax only to frown soon after from the younger boy’s statement, nudging his leg with his clothed arm as if to say “Don’t be so mean to yourself like that”. San looked up and met those amber eyes peering at him once more.

“Why do you stare at me like that?”

The boy shied away from the question, cheeks becoming more orange than they were previously that San couldn’t help but chuckle. He was very shy and overall quiet, certainly different from anyone else here besides his obviously blaring physical appearance. He certainly had a way of expressing his emotions, San couldn’t deny that.

There was a moment of silence between them cutely interrupted by the pink haired boy’s stomach growling. He forgot about the food that he had grabbed from earlier, having crushed it in his grasp after being discovered by San. He pulled out the small clump of what was left of the garbage, going to eat it before San’s hand stopped him.

“You shouldn’t eat that. People who put these things in the bag, they throw it away because it’s no good anymore.” The pink haired boy tilted his head in confusion at San’s statement.

Food is food right? He thought to himself.

“It can make you sick.” San said more sternly, taking the garbage from him and throwing it away. The boy frowned, eyebrows pulled together. It’s not like he could get good food anywhere else..he lives in an alley. “Good food” only comes to those who have access to it.

“Here.” San handed the boy a lettuce wrap that his mother made from his pocket. The meat, bits of corn and honey were tucked sweetly inside of the two small rounds of lettuce. A common meal from the Choi household that they were hoping to sell once the market week ended, if they were able to achieve success with their produce that is.

The boy made a face before San pushed it to his lips. “You really don’t have room to be picky right now so I suggest you just eat it.”

With reluctance, the pink haired boy took the wrap. He eyed it some more, sniffing it again. The smell was completely foreign to him, something he had never had the chance of smelling before. It was nothing like the food he knew and it surely didn’t look like it. This lettuce that San called it, had barely any color to it, being that of a pale green. Do all of their dishes look this unappetizing? He thought to himself. It looked no different to him than what he pulled out of the garbage a few minutes ago. He supposed that if the boy said it was dangerous to eat it that he should simply stick with the wrap instead.

He put it between his lips and bit down. In an instant his eyes widened, the hues of amber brightening and sparkling. The meat juices flooded into his mouth with an umami flavor, the saltiness of the grade dancing laps on his taste buds softened by the sweetness of the corn and honey. The combination of ingredients together left the corners of his mouth pricking with saliva, desperate for more of the goodness that resided in this wrap. He ate every last bite, fingers a little sticky from the residue before he pouted, realizing it was all gone. San chuckled lightly.

“See? You made that face for nothing. Nobody can resist my mom’s food in our family.” The pink haired boy looked up at San, bottom lip jutting out harder. He resembled that of a lost kitten or puppy. Cupping his two pale hands together, he held them out in front of San.

“Hm?” San tilted his head at the action before smiling sadly. “Ah, I’m sorry. I only had two. I ate the other one earlier so you just had the last one.” The boy sunk into himself, moving his hands back and hugging his knees again. That was the first time, in what felt like years, that he had gotten such a meal filled with love and passion. Now he was going to have to go back through the garbage and hope that the food wouldn’t kill him.

“Maybe you can come with me? You want more food?” San tried to hold his words with a sensitive tone. The pink haired boy perked up, nodding quickly. He moved to stand up, knees wobbling like a baby deer. San noticed and helped him up with ease while gripping the side of the basket. Looking quickly towards the market and then back to the boy, a conflicted look fell upon San’s face.

If he brought the boy out there, it would bring a lot of attention towards him. People might crowd him, curious about where he’s from and why his clothing was like that, or worse, the ladies would try to separate the two of them and send the pink haired boy off to see one of their daughters. On the other hand, people could simply ignore him. Even though all of them were on the poorer side, anyone who looked worse than them was often overlooked and not spared a second glance. San was sincerely hoping for the latter, not wanting to see the boy become terrified by all the attention.

“We’re going to have to pass through here. I have to sell this stuff before I can take you back to my home okay?” The pink haired boy nodded, grabbing the corner of San’s long sleeve thick undershirt. San was stunned slightly by the action, looking back into the amber eyes of the taller male. “Can I know your name before we go? People may ask and it would be awkward if I didn’t know..”

The boy’s eyebrows pulled together, seemingly confused by the question. He..he couldn’t remember. Of all the memories from his life, living high about the cotton clouds in the sky in a world that nobody could begin to understand, the simplest one was vacant from his brain. His shoulders slumped, trying a little harder to remember before he let out a small sigh through his nose. San let out a small hum before he smiled, bringing the boy’s eyes back to him.

“Your eyes and hair remind me of **화성[hwaseong]” San pointed up to the sky with a small chuckle. Although it couldn’t be seen from here, the red planet had always been a topic of wonder to the people who claimed to have seen it at night when there were no other stars in the sky. “People talk about it all the time and I’m sure they would compare you to it. So let’s have that be your name for now until you can tell me what your actual name is, yeah?”

The pink haired boy pouted. The name sounded weird to him.

“Do you not like that name?” San questioned, humming when the boy shook his head in response. He thought for a moment before smiling. “What about Seonghwa then? It’s like Hwaseong but backwards. Does that sound better?” The boy perked at the name, eyes glittering for a second.

Looking at San made a memory come to him. There was a boy in his area with long silky brown hair, it almost touched his butt. He always wore it in a high ponytail with stray pieces hanging in his face. His hanbok, too big for his small body, would flow in the wind behind him. The shades of ruby red, navy blue, and white with gold trim would glitter in the sunlight, reflecting back onto any surface it caught on to. Giggling, he would run around a white willow tree, trying to catch all of the baby blue buds that would fall on the ground. Looking back in his view with heterochromatic eyes, he would smile and wave him over.

“...Hwa? Seonghwa?” San moved into Seonghwa’s line of view, causing the boy to blink and look at him with slight confusion and wonder. “Is that name okay?”

Compelled by the vision that appeared before him, Seonghwa took San’s hand. A small smile formed on his face, half of which was hidden by the shadow of the alley. If this was supposed to be a sign for him of some sort, some way that he would be able to make it back home, Seonghwa was going to take it.

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“What happens next?”

“Yeah what happens after they leave the alleyway?” The sparkling globes of the children’s eyes glittered.

If you want to know more, you’ll have to wait until tomorrow night.

The kids began to whine and complain, swinging their little fists around as you maneuvered them into their respective beds. Each of them had tried to bargain with you to hear just a little bit more of the exciting story, only for it to fall onto deaf ears and your sweet smile.

I promise I will tell you more tomorrow. It would be no fun if I told you all in one day now would it?

They both pouted, not saying a word as the blankets were tucked into their sides and the edge of it was put comfortably and cutely over their pouty lips. With a flick of the lights, the room bathed in a soft teal glow from the pond that was outside. Humming a soft melody, the complaints of the children fell quiet, the sounds of the snores giving the smallest bit of sound to the room.

You smiled at their peaceful faces, placing a soft kiss to each of their heads. Leaving the room, you slowly trailed down the hallway, stopping at a picture frame on the wall.

~ ✩ ~

“You can love people so much…But you can never love people as much as you miss them” - John Green

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Miku Shirazuki

“Speak your mind, even if your voice shakes."

Profile

Miku Shirazuki, a.k.a Hex 13, is a former pop idol and the third member of R.I.P Märchen.

She signed to a talent label when she was thirteen years old because of her love for performing and was famous for her witch-like concept. After a traumatizing event, she decided to retire from the world of entertainment.

Etymology

Miku means "beautiful" (美) (mi) and "sky" (空) (ku)

Shirazuki means "white" (白) (shira) and "moon" (月) (tsuki)

Character Information

Kanji: 白月 美空

Romaji: Shirazuki Miku

MC Name: Hex 13

Gender: female

Age: 19

Birthday: January 13

Star sign: Capricorn

Blood type: A

Occupation: ex-idol

Division: Minato

Team: R.I.P Märchen

Height: 162 cm (5’3 1/2)

Weight: 45 kg (99 lb.)

Hair color: metallic ice blue

Eye color: ice blue 

V/A: Miyu Tomita

Rap voice: Yena Choi

Stage actor: Yena Choi

Appearance

Miku is an average-height girl with rosy skin and small piercing ice-blue eyes. She has straight, metallic ice-blue hair that reaches down the middle of her back and is shaped into a wolf cut, her fringe parting in a messy left side-part.

Her street attire consists of a cropped black lace-up tank, black high waisted skinny jeans, a translucent jacket that gradients to a midnight-blue color and litters with star-shaped sequins, white high tops, and a black baseball hat that has a chain connecting the side panel to the bill. She has four piercings on each ear: two lobes and her lower and upper helixes. Her signature piece is a silver sword necklace.

When she’s at home, she sports a loose cream-colored button-up with a deep neckline, exposing the top of her lacy blush-pink bralette, finished with white satin shorts.

Personality

Miku is generally a mature, serious person with somewhat of a short temper and does not like being pestered. As a result of multiple incidents in the entertainment business, she developed a cold and distrusting attitude toward most people. Due to her former celebrity life, Miku has no patience for overeager and aggressive fans who accost her in public and inconvenience others.

However, she does have a softer side to her and still remains humble, despite her popularity as an idol. Queen Card notes that one of Miku’s best traits is that she is incredibly loyal to the people she cares about, be it her fans, family, or friends.

Ability

Her rap ability, Curse, allows the impact of her blows to linger in her opponent’s mind, even when it's no longer her turn.

Trivia

Miku is left-handed.

She likes grapes, dancing, crystals, astrology, and scented candles while she dislikes naivety, deception, and judgmental people.

Her favorite food is miso-grilled corn while her least favorite food is cucumbers.

She can play the guitar and the harp.

Her parents are Reiaki’s neighbor, and they live on the same floor. When she was an idol, she was living in the same apartment as her manager.

She was homeschooled after joining the entertainment industry.