#first i had to leave cos I had a photoshooting

[nefja]

She only uses this bed (under the desk) when pouting cos I left her alone for too long.

[blackynsupremacy]

UNDER WRAPS

pairing: nicholas a. chavez x black!fem!reader

summary: you try to be the most loving and supportive girlfriend to nicholas and his career, but can your relationship stand a chance when his pr forces him to be in a relationship with another girl?

contains: based off this request, fluff, kissing, angst with happy ending, sadness, crying, jealousy, arguing, insecurity, anxiety, swearing, established relationship between reader and nicholas, reader is tabyana ali’s cousin and bff, mentions of fake dating with victoria abbott

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a pang of hurt increased the prominent heaviness in your heart as your thumb held down on the screen of your phone. on each of their instagram stories, you saw your boyfriend of one year, nicholas chavez, and his “girlfriend”, victoria abbott, walking hand in hand at another red carpet event. that’s right. your boyfriend has another girlfriend, but it’s not one would think to be normal. you still question to yourself—where did it all go wrong? after he got his big break from projects such as monsters and grotesquerie, nicholas had been in the spotlight everywhere by booking roles, interviews, photoshoots, and attending prestigious events for actors such as himself. this was all thanks to his immense talent and strikingly good looks, but also to his manager who’d made sure that nicholas’ name will be a name to remember in hollywood.

you couldn’t be more proud of the love of your life. you and nicholas had a great relationship. you both met through your favorite cousin who was basically your best friend, tabyana, who was his co-star on general hospital. you don’t watch the soap opera, but to support her, you went to one of those fan meet events for the show. you found nicholas to be very handsome and charismatic, but you really liked his passion for acting and his humbleness. he was exactly your type, but you didn’t think much of it. he was a whole celebrity and his chemistry with your cousin was off the charts, so you thought the chance of him ever getting with you would be little to none. the event was wrapping up, so you went to find your cousin and bid her a goodnight because you had work the next day. you gave her hug and she grabbed onto your wrist before you could take another step.

“taby—girl, where are you taking me?” you frantically question as she drags you to a table. it wasn’t just any table though. as soon as tabyana stopped, you look over to see none other than her fine ass co-star, nicholas alexander chavez. it was like love at first sight when the warmth of his deep brown eyes met with yours. as you both examine each other’s features, the temperature of your faces rise and the tempo of your heartbeats increase. you just stare at the man in awe as your cousin introduces you to each other,

“hey, nicholas! this is the one i was telling you about. this is my cousin and bff, y/n l/n.” she amicably says, wrapping an arm around your shoulder to sort of push you in closer. “y/n, this is my co-star, nicholas chavez.” a smile is instantly visible on his face as nicholas stands to meet you where you stand. you try not to swoon as his cologne intoxicates your senses, but you manage to keep it cool. you take his large awaiting hand into yours for a cordial shake.

“it’s a pleasure to finally meet you, y/n. you’re even prettier in person.”

his heart flutters when you thank him and flash a pearly smile at the compliment. then it dawned you that he said in person.

“thank you, nicholas! i’m curious, what do you mean by in person?” you had to ask just be safe, hoping that he wasn’t a creep, but the next thing he said almost sent you to heaven. nicholas chuckles in bashfulness, a hand in his pocket and the other running through his brown hair. tabyana gave him a knowing look with a smirk,

“do you want me to tell her or…?” she playfully trails off, waving her hand for nicholas to speak up. he clears his throat to meet your gaze,

“i’ll say it, i just don’t want to make a bad first impression— okay, so, taby and i were on set taking a break and she was on her phone scrolling until she just squealed out of nowhere—”

“i did not squeal. i just got hyped up.” tabyana chided, cutting him off. with a playful eye roll, you settle your cousin, so that you could hear nicholas out.

“anyways! she scared me and i asked what’s the matter. she gave me her phone and it happened to be your instagram and you just posted pictures from your vacation when you were on the beach. he paused to clear his throat before he proceeded to speak, “and uh, you looked absolutely stunning, so—i asked about you and that’s how i found out that you were taby’s cousin. she also told me that you were gonna come tonight, so that we could officially meet.” he finished, giving you a nervous, but adorable lopsided smile.

tabyana smiled in satisfaction as her plan to get you two together was working, now she had to get you alone.

“hey, i gotta make my rounds and chat with some fans, nicholas keep y/n company. i love you, cuz! byeeeee!” before you could even protest, she was already scurrying to another area in the venue, leaving you and nicholas alone at the table. not long after, he offered to buy you a beverage and stay a while longer to talk. you wanted to politely decline because you had to go home, but with the new knowledge you just received from him, it was only fair to give him a proper shot. as the time passed by, you two shared joy, laughter, and eventually, a budding romance. the romance was blissful, but still a bit private. you both wanted to make sure that this relationship was going to last before running it to social media, so you and nicholas kept it cute, sweet, and lowkey for the next few months. it was like you were in your own peaceful bubble of love and happiness, but it abruptly popped a week after celebrating your one year anniversary.

“make this make sense, nicholas! what the hell do you mean that you’re getting into another relationship? are you seriously breaking up with me right now?” you stood up from the sofa in the living room of your now shared apartment.

“babe, look. i don’t want to do this either and i’m not breaking up with you, i would never— this is just something that these agents do to ensure that i get more projects. the more i do, the better at acting i get and i could support us both. acting is my life’s dream, but what’s the use of that when you have no one to share it with? i only want you.”

nicholas had just broken the news to you that he had to be in a public relationship with another actress named victoria, which was instructed by his pr team. he stands up to gently take your hand before guiding you into a warm embrace. your head pressed against his chest to hear his steady heartbeat as you pondered. this was all so crazy. you knew that dating a celebrity had its perks and flaws, but why couldn’t you be known to the world as his girl? was it because you’re not an actress or a celebrity in general? was it because of your background? would nicholas fall out of love and leave you for her? so many questions ran a race in your brain as you felt a lump in your throat, your vision blurred by the moisture building up in your pupils which didn’t take long to rain on your face and his t-shirt. at the first whimper, nicholas gingerly pulled away from the hug and guided your chin with his fingers as you struggle to meet his sympathetic gaze. you hated crying in front of him sometimes.

“baby—baby, look at me.” he whispered, never taking his eyes from your blushed, teary face. you sniffled, the soothing pads of his thumbs to wipe the falling tears from your melanated skin calms you enough to listen to him. nicholas presses a gentle kiss to your forehead before he speaks,

“i need you to understand that i’m not just doing this to get my name out there, i’m doing this for us. i know we’ve only been together for a year, but i want to build our future together and i don’t want it to crumble before i start, okay?” nicholas gulps, holding both sides of your jaw not daring to break eye contact,

“do you love me, y/n?” he questions, you don’t hesitate to answer,

“i love you, nicholas. i love you with everything that i am. it’s just—” you pause to sigh before communicating, “i want to be able to show everyone that i’m seriously in love with you. we’ve already kept this private long enough and now you gotta be public with someone else? i don’t know how we’re gonna do this.” you confess, your eyes watering again. you know there’s going to be pictures everywhere of them on different sites and platforms. hell, maybe you might even hear it during lunch break gossip at work. you felt your entire abdomen painfully cave in at the thought, but it dissolves to that familiar warm, tingly sensation when you feel nicholas’ lips press to yours in gentle earnestness, you instinctively return the kiss and he pulls away to press his forehead to yours.

“i love you more, but do you trust me to do this? it’s only temporary.”

trust. you ponder on the short word with such an immense meaning that determines the foundation for any type of relationship. you thought back to all of the times you’ve shared with nicholas, he’s never given you any reason to doubt his loyalty towards you before, but this opportunity for him could change that and that made you worried. for your relationship and your peace of mind, you silently nodded in response.

“use your words, baby, i need you to say it.” he softly urges, intertwining your fingers with his. you peer into his eyes, it was like he wouldn’t make a move without your verbal approval, so he was serious about this after all.

“i—i trust you, nicholas.” you confirm, squeezing onto his palm as if he’ll fly away from you right this second. it was now your turn to initiate a kiss, just to reassure that even though both of you weren’t fond of this situation, you were still going to make this work.

TWO WEEKS LATER

once nicholas went public with his new “relationship” at first you were a bit supportive, but now you were starting to sulk in loneliness. with each passing day, you were starting to feel like nicholas was slipping away from you. during the day, he’d be with victoria out on the street, the beach, on set, anywhere where the faux couple’s pictures could be captured for all of the world to view. in the night, he’d come home eager to see you, wrap you in a warm embrace, and comedically dish out any details concerning all of his “dates” he went on over dinner and a movie. he admitted that some of the places they went to would be great enough for you both to check out. you smiled and pretended to agree, but the idea of taking your real girlfriend on some of the same dates as your fake one felt off to you. social media was starting to become a train wreck for you. no matter how far down you scrolled, they still managed to show up on your feed. it hurt like hell to see a video of them dancing in a nightclub, victoria lovingly gazed up at his figure as if he hung the moon. it was obvious that she developed feelings. nicholas didn’t look too interested, he just tried to be polite with a cordial smile on his face for the camera as they swayed to the beat of the music. the comments rooting for this lie of an alliance wasn’t helping either, so you just deleted all socials except for tumblr and pinterest until it all died down.

that should be you. he’s your boyfriend—if that’s even the truth anymore. you desired to tell the world about the love you had for nicholas, but this could ruin his reputation, his life’s work. this was all too much. damn his agent, damn his pr, and damn this whole thing! you weren’t sure if you could pretend that this was okay for any longer. before you made any drastic decisions out of bitterness, you had to communicate it with nicholas first. all week you’ve been trying to get nicholas alone to speak your heart, but due to his schedule, he was out later than usual which had you fed up at this point. although you were fuming, you patiently waited for him to get home. it was half past midnight when he tiredly walked through the door and jolted a bit when he saw your burning gaze.

“hey, babe! i’m so sorry. the after party ran over so late and i—” he tried to explain, but you cut him off. you wish you weren’t so angry because it sounded like he wanted to be here.

“nicholas, we need to talk.” at your words, he didn’t hesitate to stride from the door to where you sitting. he bent down on one knee to meet your eye level.

“anything, sweetheart. what’s on your mind?” he inquires, taking your hands within his to reassure that was listening. the bitterness within you wants to take them away because these are the same hands that were holding hers. thankfully, your love for him conquered all of that. you sigh out, your eyes shooting to the ceiling as they blur in tears.

“i think we need to take a break—until this whole fake relationship thing is completely over. nicholas, i love you, but i feel like that you’re not even mine. i love what we have, but keeping it a secret while you’re presented as someone else’s perfect lover is tearing me apart.” you confess, your teardrops drizzle on your connected hands as your heart continues to break. he hastily shakes his head, his brown gaze painted with worry.

“no, no—babe, y’know that i’m yours. always. remember what i said i’m doing this for us. don’t you trust me?” he asked.

“i do, nicholas, and i support you and your dreams, but do i really need to suffer for it? how would you feel if i were out some other guy? yeah, i don’t love him, but someone always ends up getting hurt or left out , so there’s gotta be a decision made. heh, i bet you don’t even know that victoria has feelings for you—i’ve seen the way she looks at you in those pictures.”

nicholas is speechless, gazing into your eyes. he gulps before mustering up the correct words,

“so—so what’re you saying? are you leaving me, y/n?”

“not completely, nick. i just—need some space away from all of this. i don’t want you to choose between your career or me, you’re probably under contract and i don’t want to ruin things for you.”

“y/n, please don’t—just give me a chance, maybe i can talk to my team to shut this goddamn thing down. i don’t ever want to lose you. i—” with each word his voice starts to crack and tears form in his eyes at the thought of losing you. it shouldn’t have to be this way. you shouldn’t have to suffer due to the tricky business of hollywood, nicholas realized that roles come and go, but having a love like yours was rare to come by.

“nicholas, i understand, but i think it’s best if don’t see each other right now, so i’m going to be staying somewhere else for a little bit. once this is all over, we can pick up from where we left off.” you confirm, getting up from your seat and walking into your shared bedroom with nicholas not traveling far behind you. he leans against the doorway and observes as you gather a small suitcase that’s already packed with essentials. before you could even walk out of the door, his large frame is blocking your way.

“nicholas—move.” you command while gripping on the handle of your luggage. your eyes begging him to not make this harder than it is for you.

“y/n, don’t do this, please. let’s just sleep it off and i’ll get it straightened out first thing in the morning. besides, where would you go?” he questioned, not moving from his spot.

“i’m not telling you that! look, i want my space, nicholas. at least let me have that until this is over. i can’t stand it anymore. we can’t keep pretending like everything’s fine when it’s not.” you rebutted, you moved around the room to located your phone, so that you could text tabyana that you needed to crash at her place for a few days and that you would explain later. that’s when you saw him take out his own phone and dial a number. you watched in confusion when he put it on speaker,

“hey.” he firmly greeted on the phone with a hardened gaze and tightened lips. you heard the voice on the other end respond with such an enthusiastic tone,

“aye, nick! how’s it goin’? i just wanna say that the people love you and victoria. i can see the headlines now!” it was his manager on the phone and his words only made want to shrink into nonexistence. this wasn’t how it was supposed to be. he glanced at you, your eyes filled with hurt and frustration, and it ignited a fire within him. this had to stop.

“actually, um—can you hold on a second?” he requested, his voice steady despite all of this drama. nicholas took a deep breath, before he went straight to the point.

“this—with victoria and i, it can’t go on. it’s over. period.”

with a baffled look, your tight grip on your suitcase started to loosen as you stepped in closer to see if this was really happening. there was a pause of silence that grew thick in the air with an awkward tension.

“you there?” nicholas question with an arched brow.

“yeah, i’m here,” his manager replied, slightly puzzled, “but kid, you gotta realize this is just business—acting. you’re basically putting on a show and the world loves to watch it.”

with the shake of his head, nicholas took another deep breath, his heart racing.

“not if it means hurting those who don’t deserve it. look, i can’t keep pretending to be with victoria when my heart belongs to someone else—and what if victoria catches feelings, huh? do you think that’s fair to her? you’re basically stringing her along and that’s messed up.” he glanced back at you, your expression softening as you realized he was fighting for you, for you both. “i want—no, i need to tell the world about my real relationship. we’ve kept things private long enough and i want to be with her openly.”

there was another moment of silence on the other end, and nicholas could almost hear his manager’s fingers pinch the bridge of his nose and a sigh of exasperation in the office. “nicholas, you know how this works. what about the fans—”

“the fans deserve the truth,” nicholas firmly interrupted. “a stable relationship is built on the truth and i’m not losing mine because you want me to live a lie for some views—so, call whoever the hell you need to while i’ll break the news to victoria because this is all over. do we understand?” he concluded, not taking his eyes away from you. you felt your heart swell as you watched him stand his ground, the weight of the world seemingly lifting from both of your shoulders. his manager sighed in defeat before responding and nicholas smirked because he knew he got his way.

“alright, alright. let me see what i can do, but you know this could shake things up, right?”

“that’s cool.” nicholas said, shrugging his shoulders, but with determination in his voice. “consider me ready.”

you heard his manager let out a chuckle,

“you got balls, kid. that girl of yours sure is lucky.”

nicholas warmly gazed at you, a simper growing on his lips.

“you’re damn right, but i’m luckier.” with that, he hung up the phone and strided to you to place his hands on your shoulders. his expression a mix of hope and vulnerability.

“baby, i am so sorry for everything. i was so selfish and blind that i couldn’t see how much i’ve hurt you. i thank you for believing and trusting in me, but it shouldn’t have to cost you your happiness—ever. i love you too much for that to happen again and trust me, it won’t happen again. i don’t care about headlines, i care about you. i care about us.”

tears brimmed in your eyes, but this time they were tears of sweet relief instead of painful sorrow.

“are you being for real, nicholas?”

“i’m dead serious. y’know how you say that you don’t play about me? well— i don’t play about you either.” he sincerely said, wrapping his arms around your waist to pull you closer proximity. “i love you, and the whole world deserves to know. i don’t give a damn about who supports it or not.”

you finally show a genuine smile through the sadness, and you nodded, your heart racing at every word. this felt like a dream, but this was reality, your reality. “i love you too, nicholas. god, i was so tired of feeling like a secret.” his burly arms enclose tighter around you, your own reaching to clasp together around his neck.

“no more secrets. from now on, it’s just you and me. no one else. unless—the future is good to us and we start a family.” even though there was a glint of mischief within his eyes, you could tell that he was dead serious.

“you big softie, c’mere.” you playfully roll your eyes and stand a bit taller to press your full lips against his. as you kiss, the tension of the past few weeks instantly melt away as you both step into a new era of your relationship, ready to take on any challenges as soon as the world finds out about your no longer secret love.

[desperate-gay]

You’re Not Sorry

Alexia Putellas x fem!reader

summary: only do many absences can be called mistakes

A flute of champagne sits in your hand as your eyes drift down to the screen of your empty notifications. You let out a deep sigh and try to shove all of your negative feelings to the back of your head, seeing that your new art collection is going to be revealed to the museum.

Having worked on these paintings for over a year, you would think your girlfriend would finally make an effort to show up at one of your events, but just like the other times, she leaves you stranded. Just last night you had asked her repeatedly if she’d be able to accompany and support you for this massive milestone, and she assured you she wouldn’t miss it for the world. But to Alexia, the world is just another inconvenience.

There are several artists along with many investors, businessmen, and entrepreneurs roaming around the museum, waiting for the time your new projects are revealed. You stand alone in your skin-fitted maroon dress with the earrings Alexia bought for you on your first anniversary.

After waiting several more minutes, you realize your girlfriend isn’t showing up. It hurts you more than you’d like to admit, knowing you are constantly attending her games, red carpets, and photoshoots, but the times you want her to join you, she doesn’t even bother to send you a text.

Your co-worker waves you over to the podium where your covered artwork hangs behind it, signaling that it’s your time to speak. You quickly down the rest of the alcohol remaining in your glass before taking a few deep breaths and plastering a fake smile to enthuse everyone you’re about to speak to.

Once the night is over and you make it into your car, tears build up in your eyes as your lip trembles. You rest your head on your steering wheel while your body wracks in sops, letting out all of your pent-up anger and sadness at your girlfriend.

She has slowly been tearing down your self-esteem with every event and date she misses. It makes you think that maybe she doesn’t want to be with someone who isn’t a world-known athlete or someone who isn’t as beautiful as the movie stars she sees all the time. Alexia treats you like a trophy she puts in the back of her shelves, allowing it to collect all the dust for her.

The worst part is that your paintings are about her. About your journey throughout your guy’s relationship. You had spent countless hours working on all of them in your studio and never letting Alexia see them despite her protests which is the main reason you thought she’d show up.

Maybe she just pretended to be interested to keep you around longer. Several thoughts are running through your mind as you lift your head and look at yourself through the car mirror. Mascara smudges can be seen under your puffy eyes and your plump lips from the hard sobs.

You sniffle before wiping the tears off of your face and start the car. Your whole drive to your girlfriend’s house was filled with questions about what you’re going to do next. Deep inside you know you can’t continue being with someone who doesn’t support you like you support them, but you also know how in love you still are with her.

The lights inside the house can be seen on, showing you that Alexia is in fact home. Turning your car off, you sit back and realize what you’re about to do. You’re about to break up with the love of your life because you’re just not the love of hers.

The clicks of your heels on the hard pavement mock you for what’s going to come. The jingle of your keys alarms you in warning of what you’re about to lose. Then the bell of Nala’s collar reminds you that you won’t ever step foot in this place again.

“Amor? What are you doing here, I thought you had some, thing to be at?” Alexia asks from the couch, not even looking away from the game on the TV.

“Do you even remember what that thing was?”

Your jaw clenches in anger at the Catalan’s selfishness, realizing she didn’t even care enough to remember what she missed. Nala stays huddled near you, almost sensing your mood and trying to help out.

“Am I supposed to?” She yet again stays focused on the screen, meaning she doesn’t see how dressed up you are or how red your eyes look.

You laugh in disbelief which causes Alexia’s head to snap towards you. She can hear the malicious undertone of it, causing her eyebrows to furrow at your uncharacteristic behavior.

“You’re telling me you don’t even remember what tonight was? You knew it was something, but you didn’t bother remembering what?” You seethe, standing up straighter with your arms crossed over your chest.

You can practically see Alexia’s gears turning in her head, either trying to figure out what the event was or why you’re all of a sudden being cold towards her. When she sees that you have been crying, she quickly stands up and makes her way over to you, but when she tries to reach you, you step away before she can touch you.

“Amor, what’s wrong? Were you crying?”

“Like you care, Alexia.” You snap, turning around so you don’t have to face her, knowing that she’ll look like a kicked puppy.

“What is that supposed to mean?” Her tone becoming more aggravated by the second at your icy demeanor.

When you turn back around a few tears are lingering on your cheeks but you don’t seem to care. You want Alexia to own up to her actions after completely neglecting you for what feels like the hundredth time.

“It means that you can’t even remember your girlfriend’s opening night at the museum. You didn’t even care to text or anything. I thought that maybe you’d finally come with me to one of my work events, but I now see it’s too underclass for you to be seen there. To be seen with me.” The anger in your voice falters when it cracks from you trying everything not to cry in front of her at the moment.

Alexia remains silent with a look of despair on her face after coming to the realization of what today was. She knew that this was important to you and you had begged her several times to come and she didn’t need much convincing, but now she left you high and dry.

“Lo siento-”

“Don’t give me that sorry bullshit anymore, Alexia. I am tired of you apologizing and apologizing for not showing up but not making any effort to fix it. Sorry means nothing if you continue to do the things you’re sorry for.” You say, cutting off the ruse you have gotten too used to which makes the blonde look down at her hands.

Silence consumes the air between you two as you both stand across each other. You’re both only a few feet apart but it feels like you’re miles away from each other. There was once a time you two could be on separate continents but you’d still be just as close as if you two were in the same room. That time has been gone for quite a long time.

“Alexia-“

“Please stop calling me Alexia. I’m Ale or baby or anything else.” The Catalan pleads, looking up at you in desperation, knowing where this conversation is leading.

“I don’t think I can do this anymore.” You whisper as it’s now your turn to look at your hands that pick at the other’s nails.

“What?”

You don’t think you have heard that much emotion in Alexia’s voice ever. She sounds like she was just told her whole family was murdered.

Alexia knows she hasn’t been the best girlfriend in a while, always standing you up on dates, continuously busy with football, and just ignoring your presence. She wasn’t even sure if she realized at the time that you were sleeping at your own place which is extremely rare ever since you’ve been with her. She just hasn’t realized how far it has pushed you.

“I’m breaking up with you, Alexia. I can’t be with someone who isn’t there for me like I am for them.” You state strongly, not wanting to lose your willpower from the girl showing you more attention than she has the past few days.

“No, no, no, no. I’m sorry, bebe. Please give me a chance to make this right, to show you how much you mean to me. Please don’t leave.” Alexia reaches and grasps your hand as tears run down her face. Now that it dawns on her that she may lose you, she tears down the floodgates.

“It’s too late.” You murmur, removing your hand from her tight hold as she continues to plead for you.

Your chest feels incredibly heavy realizing what you’re leaving behind right now. A home you thought you’d grow a family in with the person you wanted that family with.

“Don’t call me because I won’t answer. Goodbye, Ale.” You press a kiss to her cheeks before moving to the front door. With one final look at the blonde, you turn around and leave without a stop.

Some thoughts are meant to remain just thoughts.

[victorbutnotreally]

Hello again, love. I finally thought of something (sub bangchan x top male reader). The reader is a member of the group

So basically, the reader had just gotten the dorms after practicing a dance and is sweaty but isn't tried

When he walked into the dorms, he tried to get in quietly, thinking everyone was asleep but behold, there's channie sitting on the couch watching a movie (or working) but didn't notice the reader just got home so he quietly sneaks behind him and leans down and is like "why are you up" and channie say he was waiting for him and yeah

Mind is blank after that

(Soft dom reader, aftercare, clingy chan,)

And chan clawing reader back just cause it 🤭

LATE NIGHTS - BANG CHAN X MALE READER

Warnings: smut, swearing, bad writing.

A/N: First time writing smut. This is gonna be mid (and that's me being generous). Also, the tenses are all over the place. (I'm a science major, forgive me.) Hope you enjoy, darling.

The doors always sound so loud at night, but Mn was used to sneaking in and out, so he gets in quietly. Being the perfectionist he was, it took him a little longer to be somewhat satisfied with his performance. He's been at the studio for hours and the caffeinated energy drinks he drank certainly isn't helping him get to bed. He wasn't expecting Chan to still be awake, but honestly, he should have. The older man was probably making some final changes to their new title track, and Mn couldn't help but stare at him. There's no denying that the leader was adorable. He walked in and poked Chan's head. "Why are you up, hyung?" Chan was a bit startled, and he let out a sigh when he saw that it was just Mn. "Just...making sure everything's perfect, I guess." He looked tired as hell, immediately pulling Mn down to the couch and clinging to him. Mn wrapped his arms around Chan's body, kissing the top of his head. "You need sleep, hyung." "Says you." Mn rolled his eyes. Of course Chan would say that. His fingers carded affectionately through the leader's hair, silky locks which were dyed blond. Chan buried his face into Mn's neck, letting out a soft whine. It's not like Mn didn't notice the bulge in the older's pants, he just didn't mention it. "Mnie.." "Hm?" "I need help with...something. I- oh god, I shouldn't be asking this-" "Just tell me, Channie." The nickname and that firm tone just made everything worse (or better) for Chan. "Just...fuck me. Please." Maybe it was the tiredness, could be the horniness, but Mn had never seen Chan so...bold. "If you want to, that is." Ah, there it is, Chan being Chan. Mn smiled, laying Chan down onto the couch on his back. "You sure about this, Channie?" The question was met with desperate nods from the older male lying on his back, his eyes needy and his hands clutching Mn's shirt, pulling him closer. "Please..." Mn brings his lips closer to Chan's, pressing them together in a gentle kiss which was deepened by a desperate Chan who let Mn's tongue in within seconds, just wanting to be taken care of for once.

It wasn't soon before the clothes came off, sounds of pleasure echoing through the room. They were both going to get scolded by the makeup artists for the hickeys they littered over each other's skin, but it was worth it. Chan's moans got louder and more desperate as Mn pushed deeper into him, filling him completely. "O-Oh Mn...ugh..f-fuck please move.." "You're so pretty, Channie" Mn's hips were slapping against Chan's ass, and the older male's back arched as he felt Mn deep inside him. Chan was a beautifully disheveled mess. A sight that Mn wanted tattooed in his memory. Chan's hips bucked up, trying to meet Mn's thrusts. Mn's big hands rested on Chan's hips, gripping them tight. He let out a low groan when he felt Chan claw at his back, probably leaving marks which he would have to explain to his makeup artists at the photoshoot the next day. But did he care? Absolutely not.

Chan's eyes rolled back in pleasure, one of his hands gripping Mn's bicep while the other continued to claw at his back. Mn continued to rock his hips, Chan's moans only adding fuel to the fire that was Mn's desire. His hand wrapped around Chan's cock and began to jerk him off while continuing his movements. "You're doing so well, sweetheart." "T-Thank you, Mnie.." "So pretty.." Chan choked out a groan, arching his back and throwing his head back against the couch. He whimpered at the sight of Mn above him, eyes wide as he stared at the handsome man.

"Oh..god...f-fuck..Mn.." Mn threw his head back, keeping his fast yet quite gentle pace. His eyes roamed over Chan's hard-earned, breathtaking body, taking in the sight of his broad chest, his arms and of course, his washboard abs.

A moan escaped Mn's throat as he felt Chan clench around him. "Mnie...I'm close.." "Let go, darling..." Mn's gentle voice was enough for Chan to let himself release, spilling over Mn's hand and his stomach. Mn's hand was quickly brought to his own mouth, him licking off Chan's cum. With a few more thrusts, Mn could feel himself getting closer. As he began to pull out, Chan's hands grabbed onto his waist and pulled him back in. "Fill me up.." Mn's lips curved into a smirk as he kissed Chan passionately, his cum filling Chan with warmth. They both slump back into the couch, Mn pulling out and quickly wiping everything off with tissues that were on the desk. Chan had closed his eyes, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps, as he tried to come back down from the overwhelming pleasure. he was a completely blissed out mess, his mind completely melted

Mn cupped Chan's face in his hands, kissing both his cheeks. "Everything alright, hyung-ah?" "Mhm...you...you're good at this." Mn just chuckled, pressing a kiss to Chan's nose before scooping him up in his arms. "Let's go shower, yeah?" "That'd be great.." And they cuddled happily ever after (till the morning).

[jazzy11scorpio]

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[aohisworld]

MAGNETIC PULSE! 03

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ Sunoo and Aohi are placed into bed rest after their incident at their comeback stage, and Aohi takes this time to try and mend things between Jungwon and Ri-ki, also gaining a new person by her side.

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ eventual poly!ot7 x added member!oc. (sunoo centric). contains. angst, a little arguing, uhm cringe writing lol.

| : ̗̀➛ MINTIE’s NOTES: sorry for a bit of a delay!! I’m trying my best to write as fast as I could for you guys, and with the different plots I write a lot of things 😭— anyways enjoy this fic until I can bring more for you guys to read 🫶

| : ̗̀➛ WARNING! How I write ENHYPEN is not meant to portray the idols irl, this is my au and I write this for fun. contains angst and a little bit of bickering/awkward tension.

key: Japanese - Korean.

✧. ┊ "...hi! Aohi!" Xiulin shook the girl's arm, effectively bringing Aohi from the confines of her mind.

"I'm losing you here, c'mon!" Xiulin spoke, worried for Aohi. The girl looked up dazed, trying to wrap her head around reality. "I'm sorry, I was thinking..-"

"Find yourself, batsy." Xiulin held the girl's cheek, her eyebrows furrowed. "The manager texted me, she wants to see you."

Aohi looks at Xiulin, trying to figure out if her unnie was trying to mess with her. "So.."

"So, what? We have to get you there, like, now!" Xiulin spoke, Aohi wasn't really sure what she was doing prior. Aohi just agreed, feeling the car start to move, leaving their separate photoshoot to arrive at the HYBE building as fast as possible.

"Are we actually serious?" Aohi asked after a while, pushing herself into her seat, as if wanting to disappear within the leather seat.

"I wouldn't joke about this, batsy, especially this early into our career." Xiulin glanced at the younger girl, feeling for her hand, to comfort her somewhat.

"I don't want to go, unnie, what if it's something bad?" Aohi mumbled to the older girl beside her. "It won't be bad, it'll be okay. "

Aohi could only hope it was.

BE:LIFT meeting room, 9:40 pm. —

✧. ┊ There was a growing pit in Aohi's stomach the closer she got to the meeting room, in all honesty, all Aohi wanted was to go home, she's had a long day of shoots and she was in desperate need for a nap.

Aohi walks into the meeting room, and she makes eye contact with Sunoo. Aohi seems to click in her head what the meeting was about, and it took everything in her body not to groan about it.

She politely bowed to Sunoo, before taking the vacant chair next to him. Aohi knew the chair was specifically for her, for one, it was the only chair vacant, second, she notices their manager practically pointing at her to sit.

"Go on, sit."

Aohi hesitantly nods, and she's slightly intimidated by the way their manager said that, she places her small bag onto the table, awkwardly smiling at Sunoo.

"Let's see here..." Aohi and Sunoo watch as the manager looked through their folder, glancing at the papers inside for a few moments before slamming it closed, the loud sound startling the two, obviously tensed members.

"What is your guys' problem?" The manager suddenly asked, staring at the two, expecting an answer, and Aohi was startled by the manager's sudden aggressive question.

Aohi felt like a scolded puppy, her tail between her legs as Sunoo tries to form words to reply to their manager.

"What.. could you possibly mean?" Sunoo asked with hesitance, he wondered what their manager could mean, and you could say he was playing dumb, because Aohi had a hunch that he knew as clear as she did what the manager was implying.

"Five months, we gave you exactly five, to fix whatever discourse you and the girls had," The manager motions with their hands towards Sunoo and Aohi.

"We thought, you'd all be mature enough to move forward from being awkward groupmates to an actual co-ed group," Aohi could feel herself hold onto her hands, applying pressure to her palms, as if it'll help alleviate the anxiousness in her heart.

"First off, all we had to do the last few days was not mess up the promotion for Manifesto, it was all I asked, remember?" Their manager asks, and Aohi and Sunoo make the reflex of nodding their heads, deciding to agree rather than argue.

"Then explain the performance yesterday night." Aohi's mouth feels glued shut, not wanting to speak about it in fear of what she'll say. "It was nothing but a mistake!-" The manager silences Sunoo, putting their hand up, and Sunoo can't help but shut up.

"Aohi, did you really have to trip over Sunoo?" Aohi is suddenly put in the spotlight, and she processes what has been asked of her, and she's perplexed.

Sure, she disliked most of her male members, but she wouldn't ruin their image like that, Aohi genuinely made a mistake!

"I didn't mean to do that, really!" Aohi set her ground, denying their manager's accusation. She's somewhat offended that their manager would even think that Aohi was the type of person to sabotage her own group out of pettiness.

"I don't think she meant it either, she was genuinely sorry to me." Sunoo's eyebrows are furrowed, listening to the conversation with a confused expression.

Maybe his hyungs didn't like her, Aohi might've also intimidated him, and he doesn't know Aohi well, but he can sense the girl wasn't the type to ruin any of their hard work.

And Sunoo knew better than to stand by and let Aohi be accused of sabotage.

"Aohi, I understand that the whole situation is not ideal but-" — "I really didn't do it!" Aohi pleads, and her hands almost clasp together to beg their manager to believe her.

"And how do you intend to prove that to the fans?"

Aohi tries to make up an excuse, but the manager's words hit her like a truck. Aohi didn't think of that night, a trait of ignoring things until they got better or worse.

Her throat dries at the idea of fans already disliking her when she hasn't even debuted for a month!

"The fans are already ripping into you, Aohi, your first co-ed album hasn't been out for three weeks and we can't help it if fans start to protest for the co-ed project shut down.."

"Engenes will understand, don't make her feel any worse! Don't blame her for making a rookie mistake." Sunoo felt frustration boil in his veins.

Their manager looks at Sunoo, and they take note of the subconscious hand in front of Aohi, as if protecting her. The manager decides to make a choice for Aohi and Sunoo.

The manager stays silent for a little bit, and Aohi glances at them, seeing them sigh into their fist as they started to grab their stuff. Aohi feels her heartbeat increase the more they moved around her.

"If you're right, and Aohi really didn't mean to make that mistake, we will try to do damage control." The manager spoke their thoughts after a while. "Aohi, apologize to Sunoo for injuring him and do better in your performances.."

Aohi bows to the manager, thanking them for their understanding, "Yes, I'm sorry, really!-" — "And.. Be more conscious of what you do, if you ruin your reputation, we're willing to cut you off to save our own."

Sunoo looks towards Aohi, and he's in distaste the way Aohi lets their manager blame her, when accidents happen all the time.

"I wasted my time, don't do anything stupid again girl, you understand?"

Aohi nods at these words despite it leaving a bitter taste in her mouth, she spoke soft apologies to the manager, "yes, I understand, I'll do better."

The manager leaves the room, and Aohi feels like she could breathe again, but this also gives Sunoo an opportunity to turn to her, and his lips open.

"Yah! Why'd you let them to talk to you like that?" Sunoo demanded to know why, wondering why Aohi was prone to letting anyone tell her she's in the wrong.

"You knew yourself it wasn't intentional, but you apologized like it was! How could you give up on your ground so quickly!" Sunoo scolded, and Aohi sighs, sitting back down and letting the older boy yell at her.

She could feel her heart beating against her chest like crazy, it felt like any faster, it would go up her throat.

Sunoo goes quiet as Aohi just allows him to scold her like his mother does, and he notices her silent sigh, Sunoo feels perplexed that Aohi could just allow anyone to scold her any way they saw fit.

"Are you okay?"

Aohi glances up at Sunoo, and she wonders if there was anyone else in the room asking the question. Aohi looks down at her hands before shrugging.

"Do you just let your management scold you like this, is this why you agreed to the project?" Sunoo asked, and he feared the worse for the girl, knowing she was a teenager like him, it would hurt his heart, already ready to empathize.

"What?- No, I just... I'm tired, hyung." Aohi spoke. "And it's nothing like that back there, they treated me the best they could, so don't say that."

"So was that your first time being scolded by management then?" Sunoo mustered, swaying side from side with his chair.

Aohi stared at Sunoo, and she wonders why he wants to converse with her anyway. "More like I couldn't stay long enough to be scolded."

Sunoo feels the awkward tension creep up on the both of them, so he slightly smiles, "You know, Heeseung-hyung broke one of the tablets we used in an interview," Sunoo looked around the room, before motioning to it with his hand.

"And we were scolded in this same room, it was his first time being berated as well, and he cried like a baby."

Aohi snorted at this, ENHYPEN's eldest weeping after an accident was totally out of her expectations for him.

"Just because he accidentally broke a tablet?"

"Eung, he was all like, 'I'm going to get kicked out, boohoo...'" Sunoo made wiping actions with his fists up at his eyes, making Aohi laugh a little.

"We had to join him in the meeting room because he couldn't even step inside."

Aohi giggles at this, and Sunoo's mood seems to ease up at the gentle sound. The two giggled at the story Sunoo told for a little while, before it dies down, and Aohi is left with a soft smile on her face, rather than one of worry.

"Why did you tell me that? Now I can't get it out of my head.." Aohi leans back on her chair, turning to face the fox-faced boy.

"At least you don't have to think about tonight.. you laughed." She was a little surprised, had Sunoo told her that story to distract her from her thoughts?

"How did you know? Y'know, that I'll start thinking?" Aohi inquires, slightly impressed, she watches as Sunoo giggles at her question.

"I'm an F type." Sunoo winks, bringing another laugh to Aohi's face, and an expression that obviously said corny. "That's such a lame joke!"

"It made you laugh though." Sunoo replied smugly. Aohi shook her head, before her smile disappears into a thin line, and she can't help but glance at Sunoo.

"Are you okay? About yesterday night, I still feel awful." Aohi rubs the back of her nape in embarrassment.

"Nothing I can't handle." Sunoo dismisses, shooing with his hand. "You're so nice to me, I honestly thought you didn't like me.." Sunoo tilts his head at this, "Maybe the hyungs don’t but the idea never even bothered to form in my head."

Aohi's perplexed, as in, yeah, it still stings that her hyungs could probably hate her guts, but more so Sunoo's opinion not following theirs.

"..How? Doesn't the hyungs like... I don't know, talk bad about unnie and I?"

"Please, as much as they dislike you, those four don't have a reason to badmouth you, despite disapproving of you and Xiulin." Aohi felt her heart lighten, just a little bit, at Sunoo's words. She feels a little less burdened, knowing that the older members would leave her alone at most.

"I'm glad.. I don't think I could handle something like that, especially after tonight.." Aohi's lips leave a sigh of relief.

"But, I did have a question to ask." Sunoo made sure to sound passive and as least intimidating as possible. Any weird emotion, and he would startle Aohi away.

"Eung? What is it?" Aohi is quick to pick up Sunoo's head-tilt habit. Sunoo has wondered this for a bit when Jungwon came home yesterday night, he didn't bother to greet anyone at the dorms, making a bee-line for his room.

Worst part is that Ri-ki didn't seem to care, and as the youngest, he would cling to any of his hyungs, and ignoring Jungwon? They were inseparable.

Until yesterday night, of course.

Sunoo worries a lot about his members, the same is said for the others to Sunoo. When the sudden atmosphere at the boys' dorms changed because of the incident and the avoidance of Leader and Maknae, he had to know what happened between the two.

Of course, he tried to dig on his own during the morning, but it was futile.

Thankfully, there was one person he hadn't tried yet. Aohi. Sunoo knows that if anyone knew what was with the two, it had to be her.

"You were the only person besides Xiulin to have spoken or maybe witnessed something between Jungwon and Ri-ki," Sunoo recalls, "They came home the other day, and ignored each other like the plague."

Aohi tenses up at his words, and Sunoo notes this in his head. That confirms that their youngest female member had at least of witnessed something between the two boys.

"Ah, what about them, Sunoo-hyung?" Aohi tries to keep a blank facade, Sunoo presses further anyway.

"Neither one would tell me what was going on," Sunoo didn't want to potentially scare of Aohi liked a startled deer, especially when she was Sunoo's only lead in his detective case, the Wonki incident. (Yes, he unironically calls it that.)

"Deciding to be a caring and responsible members, I remember that you had spent time with them as well, so... would you, maybe... know something about it?" Slowly, Sunoo asks.

Aohi could almost snort at the way Sunoo interrogates her carefully, if not for the way his eyebrows furrowed in seriousness, she would've laughed right in his face.

And also the fact that she's now figured out that the boys had started fighting, because of her.

"Ah..." Aohi wasn't sure if she should tell him about the current situation and how she somewhat knows that she's had a part in their fight. This felt like those choice-making simulation video-games she used to play with the XG members.

Aohi was deciding whether or not she should spend her crystals (her dignity) to unlock a more dramatic route (Sunoo's trust). As a gamer, it was a difficult choice, but as an idol though? A member's trust is always superior.

"I.. don't know if.." — "I just need to know, I won't tell any of the hyungs."

Aohi sighs, before she spoke, "Okay, but they really cannot know." She emphasizes her seriousness by pointing at Sunoo and he thinks that Aohi was adorable, entertaining her by nodding enthusiastically.

God, was this a regrettable choice, because he honestly didn't expect what was going to come out of Aohi's mouth.

"Jungwon and I kissed, Ri-ki and Xiulin-unnie probably saw, and I don't think Ri-ki took it well and-" Sunoo stops Aohi as she blurts out. She felt like she wanted to vomit, but Aohi holds back, only cringing and waiting for Sunoo's reaction.

"...Well, I didn't expect that." Sunoo breathed out, Aohi sighs and nods, "I didn't want to say it because Ri-ki and Jungwon were close and now he's uncomfortable because I-"

"What?.." Sunoo interrupts Aohi, "Jungwon's not the only one who likes you.. Ri-ki does too."

"What?"

"..Huh?"

A bat and a fox stare blankly at each other. One is flabbergasted, and the other is already stumbling the room with the bit of dignity he has left.

Aohi sat there processing, before she looks at the open door, "Yah! Kim Sunoo! Get back here!" Aohi runs after the eldest maknae, who was already turning the corner of the halls.

The two ran for a little while, before Aohi manages to catch Sunoo, toppling over him. "You... can't just-... tell me that and run!"

"I... left something on-... at home!" Sunoo panted making a dumb excuse as the two comically wrestled on the ground. Aohi was appalled at the sad attempt of an excuse from him anyway.

"I can't believe you just gave me the dumbest excuse to get out of this.." Aohi is pushed off by the older guy, huffing as he laid on the floor.

"I can't believe you tackled me like a bodyguard!" Sunoo retorted, looking at Aohi with one of his iconic side eyes.

"You're telling me that it didn't bother to click in your head that maybe, Ri-ki would've had feelings for you after spending so much time with you?"

"No! He's like, a year younger than me, I thought he was just being nice!" Aohi cried out, in all fairness, Aohi was fairly affectionate with her friends. So, Aohi wasn't expecting her sweet Ri-ki to even think of her that way.

Aohi could try to defend herself, I mean friends hold hands sometimes right? Ri-ki was just being a good friend— They always sleepover at each other's dorms, do dumb stuff together! Aohi doesn't just.... you know... oh.. oh.

Oh.

It finally clicks for Aohi and Sunoo could tell from the way the girl's eye twitches. "Finally clicked for you, tokki?" He asks, watching as more of Aohi's gears click in her mind. "...Yeah." Aohi breathes out.

"But.. why?" — "Why, what?"

“All I did was be nice to him.” Aohi pats herself off the ground, looking at Sunoo.

“Sometimes, being nice is all anyone needs to gain feelings for someone.” Sunoo shrugs, finally catching his breath and standing alongside Aohi.

At her hyung's words, she thinks. Sunoo takes this opportunity to slip past, free from Aohi's interrogation.

Aohi wonders about what Sunoo said, firstly, she's somewhat upset that Jungwon would fight with Ri-ki. Secondly, her sweet, "ki-ah" actually likes her.

Like, like likes her.

Thirdly, she might like both of them. Wait. She might like both of them. She likes both of them.

She, Yoon Aohi, likes both of them.

Aohi takes off running once again, catching up to Sunoo, who was desperately just trying to get home after tonight.

"Sunoo-hyung!" Aohi called loudly through the halls, and the boy jumps at the sound of his name, turning around quickly.

"What're you doing? Keep your voice down!" Sunoo scolds, looking around in case anyone heard the loud girl. Aohi pants beside him as she holds onto his arm, making sure he wouldn't leave.

"What do you want, huh?" Sunoo places his free hand on his hip, as if he had better things to do, which Aohi thinks he probably does.

'Aish... this hyung is so sassy..' Aohi thinks, she catches her breath before gulping and focusing on Sunoo with the most cutest determined look he's ever seen. (platonically, of course.)

"Please sneak me into the dorms, so I can talk to Jungwon and Ri-ki!" Aohi clasps her hands together, squeezing them and bowing down to emphasize her need.

"Are you crazy? You can't!" Sunoo gasps. Technically, it was allowed, but Sunoo doesn't see any fun in it if he just agreed.

"Please! I want to fix what I caused, eung?" Aohi pleads, yet Sunoo continues to shake his head. "Do you want a bribe? Is that what you want?"

Now, she was talking. Sunoo thought of her offer, placing a hand on his chin. Aohi waited for his response with a pout.

"Fine, but it has to be late at night, and you owe me take-out for a week," Sunoo listed, but before Aohi could agree, Sunoo stops her. "AND, I have to supervise."

Aohi's eyebrow raises at the last demand, as if skeptical if Sunoo actually wanted to supervise.

"Hyung... if you just want to eavesdrop, just say so.." Aohi deadpans. Sunoo is offended at these words, "You mean, I want to be responsible! I can't be a good hyung if I don't know what's going on!" Sunoo scoffs.

"Okay!- Just, okay. Tonight, okay?" Aohi agreed to his demands, requesting her own. Sunoo smiles, and it's an obvious indication that he's satisfied with the circumstances.

"I'll give you my number. Be ready, because I'll be losing my beauty sleep for this."

MIDNIGHT, OTW TO EN- BOYS' DORMS, 11:50 pm, —

"Batsy, I really don't think you should do this!" Xiulin tiredly hissed by the door, her arms crossed as she watched Aohi get ready to make a midnight adventure.

"Unnie, Jungwon and Ri-ki are fighting, we already dislike each other, them turning on each other isn't going to be any better.." Aohi argued, placing her fluffy slippers on, they were bat-inspired, a gift from Xiulin.

"So? Our fight ends here, if they were a good enough group before we came, then let them prove it." Xiulin stops Aohi before she could leave, placing her arms on the girl's shoulder, a concerned look on her face.

Aohi sighs and looks towards her phone, 11:54 pm, flashes across her face, taunting her to make a choice.

Does Aohi take Xiulin's advice? Does Aohi fix her mistakes? Her debate lasts longer in her head as Aohi steps out of their dorm, and starts to walk up the stairs to the boys' floor.

Xiulin doesn't seem to stop her, only hearing a sigh behind her, before the pitter-patter of her feet, indicating that she had gone back to bed.

She has the mind to walk back but her want to keep good terms with the boys she knew seems to overpower, Aohi continues to fight against herself, not realizing that she had arrived at the boys' front door.

Aohi debates knocking, her fist could barely touch the door when a face-masked Sunoo opens the door, obviously ready to sleep.

"You are so lucky I'm doing this." He hissed, his jaw clenched at the thought of losing sleep because of Aohi, and she could only shoot him an apologetic look.

She quietly enters the dorm anyway, mouthing a soft apology to Sunoo, who sees, but doesn't mention anything about it.

Sunoo leads her down the halls, where they stop at a door, obviously the room him and Jungwon share. Sunoo wanted to tease Aohi, to lighten the mood, wondering what Aohi could possibly tell Jungwon, turning to her with a teasing grin

Although, it falters. Sunoo's smile slips off slowly, watching Aohi tremble beside him as she stared at the door with a worried look. He could see her quivering lips, even in the dimly lit halls of the dorms, since most of the boys had gone to bed.

Suddenly, it felt wrong to even tease her.. "... Hey.. you don't have to confront them.. you know?" Sunoo placed a hand on Aohi's shoulder. The younger girl shakes her head, shaking Sunoo's hand off with it.

"No.. If I don't they'll just fight more, and I need answers." Aohi smiles, trying to ease the both of them, working up the courage to enter the room, but Sunoo only worries.

"They're grown boys, they should be able to fix this themselves."

Aohi still places her hand on the doorknob, twisting the door slightly open, but she stops when she doesn't feel Sunoo follow her. Aohi closes the door again and glances behind her, watching Sunoo doesn't seem to make an effort to move.

"Aren't you coming?" Aohi whispers, just loud enough for him to hear. Sunoo's tired smile returns, "It seems personal to you, so I changed my mind." Aohi felt appreciative, walking to Sunoo and pulling him into a hug.

Sunoo is surprised by the sudden contact, hesitantly hugging back. "Thank you.." Aohi mumbled into his shoulder. She then walks back to the door and enters, closing the door with a sudden boost of confidence from her... oppa?

Jungwon laid in his bed covered in his blankets, with a sizzling turmoil in his mind, it's been a while (a literal business day) since he and Ri-ki had spoken, Jungwon couldn't even try to talk to the youngest because he could barely glance Jungwon's way.

So he sat in his dorm, sulking, since his crush hasn't bothered to talk to him, and now his only dongsaeng doesn't bother to look his way.

Jungwon refused to talk to his hyungs either, disguising it by "not feeling well." furthering the isolating agenda.

Sunoo tried to get him to spill, but all the hyung got was a cat hissing him away. So, when Jungwon felt a dip in his bed, he groans, thinking it was Sunoo.

"Hyung, I said I didn't want to talk-" — "I'm not Sunoo-oppa.." Aohi interrupted, her voice soft and quiet.

Jungwon is alarmed by the sudden feminine voice in the room, sitting up in surprise and hitting his head against the bunk of his bed.

"Ack!" Jungwon holds his head as Aohi gasps, her hands reaching over Jungwon's in worry. He winced, not registering the close proximity he and Aohi shared.

The two looked at each other, seeming to get distracted in each other's gaze, before Jungwon regains his awareness and is the first to pull away. Aohi frowns at this.

"It's late... you should be in bed.." Jungwon mumbles like a kicked kitten, looking away from Aohi as he rubs at his bump.

"I know it's not nice to leave someone after you kiss them, so I came back.." Aohi whispered.

"Is that all you came back for, to pity me? I get it, I won't do it again." Jungwon still refuses to turn her way, making Aohi's heart hurt worse.

"Wonnie.." Aohi pulled at Jungwon's chin, turning it to face her. Jungwon sported an upset pout, looking at Aohi with his brown orbs.

"I like you, I really do..." Jungwon raises his hand to cup over Aohi's. "But?.." He whispers.

"Everything we worked for, everything you worked for.. You'll lose it if we pursue anything.." Aohi explained, running her thumb on his soft cheek, before pulling away from Jungwon's hand.

"So what?" Aohi is confused by his response, "What do you mean, 'so what'?" She spoke, looking at Jungwon's furrowed eyebrows.

"I do have feelings for you, real, romantic feelings," Jungwon grabs at Aohi's hand, re-establishing a touch with her. "Months of denying it put me in this situation, but I don't care losing it all if it meant I get to be with you."

Aohi shakes her head at his words, as if in disbelief of what she's hearing. "What's stopping us, huh? We both like each other, I'm okay with losing this as long as I'm with you."

"Jungwon, you're not thinking straight.." Jungwon pulls Aohi closer, and a hitch of a breath is heard from her. "I'm serious, Aohi." Aohi pushes Jungwon away, moving away from him as she raises a finger.

"No, you're not, because if you were, you know that these feelings wouldn't just hurt us, but everyone around us, and you'd agree with me why we can't pursue anything!"

Jungwon tilts his head slightly, wondering what she was talking about. Aohi wonders why he doesn't understand, why he can't see what she sees. The boy can only stare on hopelessly, hoping to be told what she meant.

"Listen to yourself, Jungwon.." Aohi begged, "You're going to choose me over the future of everyone in this group?" Aohi shakes her head, a scoff threatening to leave her lips.

"Do you know how selfish we are, even thinking about something like that?"

"We'll be okay.." Jungwon wasn't sure who he was trying to convince, because the more time passes, it felt like he was only speaking to himself.

“Jungwon, how could you think that way?” Aohi whispered, both of her hands placed on either side of his face. “How could we be so selfish to love each other like this?”

Jungwon’s helpless, he doesn’t know where to focus his gaze, is it to Aohi’s eyes, as her tears fall in crystal droplets? Her quivering lips, how they hesitate to move?

Why does he still think she’s so beautiful like this? So beautiful, even as she hurts?

“Don’t you want to? Don’t you want us to love each other?” Jungwon whispers, his hand hesitantly covering Aohi’s in a warmth she hates to love.

“I could never ask for that,” She whispers, it felt like she was telling herself these words and even as it hurts to tell him the same things, Aohi continues.

“I’ve never been a selfish person, Won,” A small swipe of her thumb is made under the boy’s eyes, and Aohi ignores the burn his tears make on her skin.

“That’s why we can’t.. because I refuse to want something so selfish, something like loving you.”

Jungwon finally drops his hand, and Aohi's heart joins it. "I get it, I'm sorry.. you're right, I'm the leader, I should do better.." Jungwon gently pulls away from Aohi's hold.

"I'm so sorry... please forgive me, it's better this way.." Aohi sniffles, her tears at a freefall, the droplets hitting Jungwon's blanket.

"Please leave, Aohi." Jungwon pleads with a broken heart. Aohi wants to shake her head, to comfort the boy who's heart she broke. "I'm so.. so, so sorry, won." Jungwon steps out of his bed, his hand around Aohi's wrist as she could only be pulled to the door.

Jungwon was kicking her out.

"No- Jungwon!-" Aohi hics, as she's finally pushed out of the dorm. Jungwon slams the door shut as he leans his forehead against the door, hearing the silent sobs of Aohi from his side.

Aohi doesn't even notice Sunoo's presence as she shuts her eyes, refusing to open them, and covering them with her hands. Aohi could feel herself be lead away from the rooms and into the kitchen where Sunoo pulls her hands away from her face.

"Aohi, what happened?" Sunoo asks, holding the girl by the shoulders, Aohi hiccups as she looks up at Sunoo.

The boy no longer work a face-mask, a concerned look had replaced his tired one. Aohi shakes her head as she tries to push past him.

"What the hell's going on, hyung?" Ri-ki had emerged with a water bottle in hand, at first, he seemed annoyed at the noise but he started looking at Aohi and Sunoo with confusion and anger, assuming Sunoo had made her cry.

"Hyung!" Ri-ki hissed, pulling Aohi in his arms as Sunoo's breath hitches, surprised at the youngest's presence. "Ri-ki!" Sunoo whispers, shocked at the way he snatched Aohi away.

Before Sunoo makes an effort to pull Aohi back, she disappears as Ri-ki abandons his mission for water and instead deciding to hide Aohi away in his room.

"Noona.. what the hell happened out there? What did hyung do?" Ri-ki leaned down, using his hand to pull away hairs that stuck onto her cheeks by her tears.

"Aohi, look at me.." A sob escapes Aohi as she shakes her head, and Ri-ki clicks his tongue, using his now free hand to run itself in his newly dyed black hair.

Ri-ki moves to hug her, and she lets him, his hands wrapping a comforting warmth around her as she sobbed.

“It’s just me, Aohi-san.. It’s just Ri-ki..” He tried, attempting to comfort the girl, just enough that she’d stop crying.

“I don’t know what to do, I just wanted to- I didn’t want Jungwon to hate me!-“ Aohi hiccuped, and Ri-ki tries to place a hand on her head, “Don’t! I know you’re comforting me because you like me, and I don’t want you being just like Jungwon!”

Ri-ki is hurt by the accusation but he shakes his head anyway. "I just want to help you, please let me.." He pleads, waiting for Aohi to trust him.

"I hate you.. both of you.." Aohi whimpers, and despite Ri-ki knowing that she was just emotional, it still stung. Ri-ki made a move, burying the girl in his arms, and Aohi reacted by beating her fists against Ri-ki's chest.

"I know, I'm sorry.." Ri-ki whispers, Aohi's punches weaken as she results to go limp in Ri-ki's arms. "It's okay.. we're okay."

go limp in Ri-ki's arms. "It's okay.. we're okay."

Aohi sniffles as Ri-ki guides her to his bed, sitting her down. A few moments go by with Aohi's sniffles only filling the room.

By the time Aohi had stopped, she ended up coddled by Ri-ki, his hands rubbing up her back in comfort. He makes the first move to talk.

"Jungwon-hyung made you cry didn't he?"

"What?" Aohi mumbled, "I heard you and hyung.." Ri-ki replied softly, and before she could think she was weirded out, Ri-ki saves himself.

"The walls are thin.."

"Then.. won't he hear us too?.." Aohi spoke up, "Even if he did, he wouldn't show his face to you.. especially when he made you cry.." Ri-ki pulled at his blanket, offering it to Aohi.

"I shouldn't be here." She sighs, taking Ri-ki up on his offer. "Yet you took my blanket?" Ri-ki spoke, amusement laced in his voice. Aohi deadpans at him and thinks twice about taking the blanket.

"I should leave then.." Aohi takes his joke as an opportunity to run away, back to the comforts of her dorm.

"I'm kidding, c'mon!" Ri-ki pulls Aohi back down as she stands up. Aohi lets out a laugh, her voice a bit stuffy because of her stuffy nose.

"Why do you want to leave so badly? How come Jungwon gets an explanation, and he makes you cry-" Aohi tries to stop him from speaking any further. "No! How come I don't deserve one?"

Aohi tries to excuse her avoidance towards Ri-ki but he seems to beat her to it.

"If it's because I have feelings for you, then tell me." Ri-ki appealed. "Please talk to me."

"How'd.. How'd you know that I knew?" Aohi looked towards an upset Ri-ki, her eyes widening in shock.

"Sunoo-hyung told me, he apologized for telling you.." Ri-ki shakes his head though, "That's not the point, I'm glad he told you because now I don't have to explain myself to you."

Aohi stays silent, and opening her mouth, but is unsuccessful at speaking a word.

"I know to an extent what you're going to say, but I'm not going to apologize to Jungwon-hyung for my feelings, or fighting with him."

Aohi finally shuts Ri-ki up, using her hand to cover his mouth. "Ri-ki, let me speak, damn!" Aohi huffed out. "First.. You're going to apologize to Jungwon because it's the right thing to do."

Ri-ki tries to speak, but Aohi points a finger at him, telling him not to. "Secondly, you shouldn't have feelings for me."

"Because you like Jungwon?" What was it with guys interrupting her before she could even start to explain?

"No! Because we're idols, weirdo! You don't think I want to like you, or Jungwon?" Aohi yelled in a whisper, Ri-ki tilting his head at her words, "You like both of us?"

Aohi felt like passing out at the way Ri-ki was selectively picking what he wanted to hear.

'This punk..' Aohi clicked her tongue.

"You're not denying it." Ri-ki points out, "Can you focus? The main point is that, we can't pursue this.." Ri-ki moves closer to Aohi. "I'll drop it if you let me test something."

"I'm not playing games here, Ri-ki." Aohi groans, and at this point Ri-ki had trapped her between a rock and a hard place, him being the rock and the hard place being the wall.

"It's not fair, Jungwon gets to kiss you and I don't." Ri-ki grumbled, "God, ki, you're upset about that now?" Aohi was appalled at the way the youngest doesn't acknowledge anything she says.

"Yeah, I am, you make such a big deal about it because Jungwon is the leader, but you brush me off because I'm younger than you." Ri-ki argues, and Aohi can somewhat sense where his anger is coming from, she argues with him either way.

"What are you talking about?" She hissed.

"God, Aohi, doesn't it ever occur to you why I want to hang around you?" She refuses to listen, opting to push Ri-ki away, but his hands wrap around her wrist to stop her.

"Do you think I willingly share the same things, or let you baby me, just because we're 'just friends'?" Aohi tries to free her wrist from Ri-ki's hold, but there's not much she could do against him.

"You brush off my feelings because I'm always going to be your dongsaeng, and you can't see past that."

Aohi shakes her head, trying to deny Ri-ki's words, but he continues anyway, "You don't even realize that I've had feelings for you longer than Jungwon-hyung had."

"To you, I'm just a teenager going through a school-boy crush, but I know it's more than that, you just won't process it in your head."

"No Ri-ki, I genuinely can't like you or Jungwon."

"So, if I kissed you right now, will you still sit there and tell me you don't feel anything for me?"

Aohi doesn't reply, Ri-ki had her trapped of course, quite literally. "You don't know what you're doing Ri-ki.." Aohi felt like she was in this situation before, Ri-ki inches closer and closer.

Her hands that held Ri-ki’s shoulders, trying to push him away, made no effort to move anyway, despite her disagreements.

“Then help me know.” Ri-ki replies, taking Aohi’s silence as an opportunity to meet his lips with hers.

Aohi's breath hitched at the feeling of Ri-ki's soft lips and she couldn't help but feel tears prick her eyes. Ri-ki pulled away, his lips tingling.

Ri-ki looked at Aohi's face, her cheeks getting wet from her tears. Ri-ki could feel his chest hurt at the way Aohi seems to crumble in his arms.

"I don't want to go through this.. I don't want to put you and Jungwon through this.." Aohi whispers, looking up at Ri-ki, and despite no sobs leaving her lips, tears freely poured down the curve of her cheeks.

Ri-ki is unsure of what to do, not expecting this reaction of Aohi, and he could only sigh and hug her, his hand wrapping around her head. Had he overwhelmed her with how he felt? Was he too harsh with Aohi?

"... I'm sorry. You should get some rest, noona. I didn't mean to stress you out." Ri-ki whispered, he's forced to guide Aohi onto his bed, where they used to nap together, trying to sleep away their boredom on days off.

"I didn't mean to make you cry... I just wanted you to understand how I felt." Ri-ki pulled Aohi's head into the crook of his neck, his fingers combed at her hair, and he swore Aohi mumbled words to him.

"I do understand.. I'm sorry you felt that way.." Aohi's muffled voice spoke into his shirt, the vibrations makes Ri-ki shiver at the feeling.

"I never meant for you and won to fight, or for you to gain feelings for me..or.." Aohi stopped herself from naming a few more things as she didn't want to ramble.

"If I knew this would happen, I would've gone back to Fukuoka, instead of putting you two in this predicament.." Ri-ki reacts strongly at Aohi's words, couldn't even imagine for her to return to Japan all by herself.

"Don't say that.. you said you'd be my home away from home, you'd be leaving me here all alone.." Ri-ki whispered, remembering her promise. Aohi sniffled, shaking her head, "I won't speak about my feelings anymore, just stay here, with me."

Ri-ki waits for response, and when he doesn't gain one, he looks down, seeing Aohi fast asleep. He notices the damp streaks on the girl's soft cheeks and makes a move to wipe it with his thumbs.

Ri-ki wonders how a girl like Aohi could be so understanding and accommodating to him and his hyungs, especially when they make such a hassle for her.

The youngest pulls his blankets over Aohi's sleeping figure, allowing her comfort in her sleep as Ri-ki slips to lay next to Aohi.

Ri-ki glances at Aohi's sleeping face, and for once, this was different from all of the times the two slept in the same bed, this time Ri-ki was aware of his feelings and he could only stare at her lovingly as she sleeps off the tears she shed.

"I'm sorry for making you cry, batsy.." Ri-ki spoke, making sure not to wake Aohi, she had told Ri-ki of her nickname once, only using it secretly for Aohi.

With a guilty heart, Ri-ki follows after Aohi into sleep, soft breaths leaving his lips.

EN- DORMS, 9:38 am, —

Aohi awakes with a quick and sudden jolt, alarmed at the environment that wasn't her dorm. She tiredly shuffled around the bed, familiar with Ri-ki's bed as she feels around for her phone.

Aohi felt the familiar case of her phone, reading the time groggily. 9:43 am. She stumbles out of bed as she calls Xiulin from many of the missed calls on her screen.

"Unnie!" Aohi calls out as she hears the phone pick up.

"Aohi! You didn't come back to the dorm, I was worried sick!" Xiulin scolded the younger girl, Aohi could hear the commotion from wherever Xiulin was, which urges her to ask.

"Unnie, where are you?" Aohi asked, switching her hand from one to the other. "At a photoshoot, why?" Xiulin replied.

Aohi stayed quiet for a few moments to her shock, and suddenly panicked shuffling could be heard from Aohi's end, as Xiulin sighed.

"The staff want you home, you and Sunoo were placed in a sort of bed-rest after your meeting." Aohi stops her ruffling with a huff. "Sunoo-oppa is home?"

"You call him oppa now?" — "Unnie!"

"...Yes, the staff wanted you guys to rest after you squished him on stage." Aohi could curse out, but she composed herself and let out a calm hum, "Anyways, just rest, we'll be back soon, I'll make you dak gomtang, okay?" Xiulin replied.

"Yes unnie, have fun, get home safe.." Aohi sighs, gathering a hoodie from Ri-ki's, knowing he wouldn't mind.

The call ends, Aohi's gaze drifts to the empty bed, her question of Ri-ki's presence being answered by Xiulin. Aohi at least has enough responsibility to clean up after her stay.

Aohi folds the blankets and arranges the pillows, she tried to finish with haste because she already felt weird staying after... the wonki situation, second, she felt puffy from crying last night, and her creeping headache wasn't helping.

Thankfully, it was only Sunoo in the dorms so she didn't have to walk out of Ri-ki's room with any awkward encounters.

Aohi tries to leave as quietly as possible, poking her head out for any signs of Sunoo, before stepping out once the coast was clear.

The girl wasn't awkward with Sunoo or anything (she hopes), she was just embarrassed last night, knowing she cried in front of him. Aohi could almost celebrate as she reaches the front door when a certain someone pokes his head out of the bathroom.

"I sure hope you're not leaving without explaining last night," Sunoo spoke, his hand rubbing at some cleanser on his face.

Aohi could almost curse when she hears Sunoo's voice, turning around with a defeated voice, "Well.. I have to get ready and... I can just come back!" Aohi was lying, she was not going to come back and hide in the comfort of her and Xiulin's dorms.

"I can share." And Aohi could imagine the defeat screen in her head as Sunoo opens the bathroom door wider, inviting the younger girl. Aohi places her phone by the holder at their door, and walks towards the bathroom.

Sunoo makes space for her to enter the bathroom and handing her a few products. "I couldn't check on you because Ri-ki looked like he could kill me if I even peeked in his room."

"Thanks for caring anyways.." Aohi mumbles. She squeezes a few pumps out of Sunoo's cleanser as the two quietly did their routines. Aohi could only hope she doesn't break out from using someone else's skincare.

"So? Spill. You obviously managed to do something because Ri-ki apologized but, Jungwon still doesn't want to talk to him." Sunoo spoke, washing his face and grabbing a tube of moisturizer from the counter. He turns to Aohi who seems to rub the cleanser too harshly into her skin.

"Yah! You'll damage your skin!" Sunoo pulled Aohi's hands away as the girl sighs, the entire thing with Ri-ki and Jungwon might get her to breakout than her harsh scrubbing.

"I don't know how many times I have to say this but I really don't want to deal with this." Aohi huffs, "Aohi, tokki, no one wants to deal with your problems either." Sunoo jokes, smiling at the way Aohi rolls her eyes and glares at him through the mirror.

"I mean it, I just wanted to keep my job. I didn't think this would happen." Aohi groans.

"You like Jungwon don't you?" Sunoo pats his face dry, his voice muffled through the soft towel.

"What does that have to do with anything?" Aohi asks, approaching the sink to wash away Sunoo's cleanser off of her face.

"I'm wondering, same for Ri-ki as well." Sunoo shrugs, cleaning up his skincare products once Aohi was on his moisturizer.

"I have feelings for Jungwon... but.." Aohi is unsure whether or not she should tell Sunoo of her feelings for Ri-ki as well.

She knew she always had those feelings but she wasn't aware until now, not until last night. "You like Ri-ki as well?" Sunoo finishes her sentence for her, feeling satisfied when Aohi is weirded out on how he knew.

"How?" Aohi tried to ask, pulling a small laugh from Sunoo. "Everyone doesn't really notice me, but I'm not dumb and I can put two and two together."

"I don't know anything about you, it's not fair you know that much." Aohi complains, and Sunoo is amused by the way Aohi slams her fist on the bathroom counter.

"I'll tell you a few things then, just don't sulk." Sunoo compromised, a gentle pat on the girl's head to ease her. "What if I do something about that info?" Aohi slightly smiles, and Sunoo can see from the mirror.

"Please, you're practically harmless." Sunoo snorts, earning a yell of distaste from Aohi.

“Anyways, I’d stay away from Jungwon, and maybe even Ri-ki.” Sunoo leans against the wall, crossing his arms, Aohi watched him, a little surprised at his boyish behaviour.

Aohi was used to only seeing Sunoo when necessary, that meant interviews, fanmeets, filming, whatnot.

Aohi was used to his feminine side, and she respected him for being so open, despite her being an F type like he was, it was hard to pull anything out of her, much less be outgoing about it.

“Why?” — “If you want them to focus on being an idol, don’t give them the chance to even think about having you.”

Aohi could tell that it was better to take Sunoo’s words to heart, the way his tone tells her that it’s not something to be taken lightly.

“Make the right decision, Aohi. I’m—“ Sunoo takes a pause, “Your hyungs, hopes you know what’s better for all three of you.”

"Aohi, you know what this'll do to us if anyone finds out right?" Sunoo asks slowly, making sure Aohi understood. "Yes, I do.." Aohi hesitantly replies, her mind blurs at the various thoughts in her head. Aohi wonders if she really should've declines Yuzi's offer back then.

"You should head home then, the boys will be home soon, and they won't like you being in here." Sunoo ushers Aohi out of the bathroom, walking her to the door.

"Get some sleep, go eat breakfast, batsy." Sunoo spoke, "That's what Xiulin and Ri-ki calls you right? Batsy?" Sunoo is satisfied when Aohi nods, confirming his assumption.

"Does that mean you're my friend now? Only friends can call me batsy." Aohi hides her small grin and it's obvious she was happy to potentially gain another member as a friend. (Despite not being on the nicest terms with the others.)

"Sure, Batsy."

———

✧. ┊ Aohi took Sunoo's advice to heart over the next few weeks. Despite the unfamiliar distance between her and Ri-ki and the lack of words exchanged with Jungwon, she stood her ground with them, never too far, never too close.

Aohi struggled for the first few days, struggling to say no to Ri-ki because even if he had feelings for her, he was still his friend.

Thankfully, Sunoo is there to encourage her. With the growing distance with Jungwon and Ri-ki, Sunoo is able to soothe Aohi's loneliness enough to keep her going with waiting their feelings away.

For instance, Aohi and Sunoo had decided to have a sleep-over, being bored, and having a day-off anyway.

"Did you just take the last bite of mint-choco?" Sunoo asks from beside a playful scoff leaving his lips. The two called their sleepover a "self-care" night, an excuse to hang out.

Despite the hyungs' disagreements of Sunoo befriending Aohi, she was too interesting, Sunoo understood why the youngest boys never seemed to get enough of her. Aohi was a magnet, she could befriend anyone and she lured anyone with her charms.

Sunoo believed Aohi's presence was electrifying, stuns you into wanting more.

Sunoo felt his teenage giddiness return with Aohi's aura encouraging him to have a small bit of teenage mischief between the two.

"Eung, I'll buy you a tub next time, as compensation." Aohi bumped her shoulder towards Sunoo, a giggle resonating after.

Sunoo just rolls his eyes but that doesn't deter the younger girl, her smile stays strong on her lips, knowing that Sunoo was naturally sassy.

The two decided that they should gossip, talking about the week's funniest moments, like Aohi mistaking another idol's dressing room for theirs, or Sunoo laughing about Jay bumping into a pole while they were out.

"You know, the other hyungs hate mint-chocolate." Sunoo spoke, his spoon in his mouth, licking the remnants of ice cream on the utensil.

"It's the mint, oppa!" Aohi nudges Sunoo, "Did you know, they place the same flavouring from toothpaste into the ice cream." She explains, her gaze never leaving the Ipad screen that played a k-drama Sunoo could care less about.

"So, you're saying mint-chocolate is healthy, because it's like toothpaste?"

Aohi snorts at this question, "No oppa, mint-choco just tastes somewhat like toothpaste, but it doesn't have fluoride like toothpaste does."

Sunoo feels his heart warm at the call of Oppa by Aohi. He couldn't lie that Aohi has carved a spot in Sunoo's heart, and it's almost ironic how he'd fallen in a similar predicament Jungwon and Ri-ki had.

Sunoo guesses it's just Aohi's aura, being so magnetic, he honestly felt like it was a talent.

"Aohi," Sunoo asks, "Eung?" Aohi hums, placing her spoon inside the empty ice cream tub and scrapping for bits of chocolate from the melted ice cream.

"You haven't talked about Jungwon or Ri-ki in a while." He reminds, actually, he doesn't know why he does, Sunoo can't seem to find a reason in his mind to tell Aohi of this information. "Ah... yeah.. I, don't know how I'm lasting.." Aohi tries to focus on the k-drama, and for once, Sunoo can't help but notice Aohi's unwillingness to talk about it.

"Did... are you?— .." Sunoo stumbles on his words, why does he want to talk about this with Aohi? "Am I?..." Aohi repeats, a little confused on what Sunoo was trying to say.

"Do you want to talk?" Sunoo blurts, and he curses himself in his mind at his attempt to salvage the conversation. For being extroverted, he really sucked at talking right now.

"Sunoo-oppa, what are you trying to get at?" Aohi nervously asks, at this point, she was assuming her elder member was having a stroke.

"I don't know, but just talk to me." Sunoo replied, feeling breathless. "Well.. okay, but... are you alright?" Aohi wanted to make sure Sunoo wasn't feeling unwell or anything of the sort.

"yes, just talk." Sunoo ushered, the k-drama was long forgotten, the 'are you still watching?' application being ignored.

"Well, what do you want me to talk about?" — "Their feelings, your feelings, what'd they tell you?"

Aohi laughs at his question, and the sound soothes Sunoo. "Do you really want to know that?" Sunoo nods, yet he doesn't want to listen to her words at all, just finding comfort in the soothing voice of Aohi's.

Sunoo had always listened to Aohi, they were practically best friends from the way they gossiped like it been forever. Sunoo never knew how Aohi didn't get tired talking or he never got bored listening to her.

Aohi and him share skincare all of the time now. Sunoo knows Aohi comes over to use his skincare sometimes. That's why he runs out so often. Sunoo doesn't get mad though, not when it was Aohi, when it was anyone else, Jay-hyung, Ri-ki, Sunoo would rain hell, but never Aohi.

Sunoo never seems to realize that after weeks of talking, he starts to look for Aohi, whenever she's not by his side.

Sunoo believes that now that Aohi had integrated herself into his routine, he fears he won't be able to move on if Aohi somehow disappears.

Sunoo seems to fear something as well as Aohi's disappearance, but at the moment, he allows himself to be distracted by Aohi's soft ramblings.

The boy wonders what he's so scared about. Aohyi giggles at a certain moment she calls as Sunoo thinks and all of the sudden...

Everything clicks.

Aohi finally finishes speaking, "Anyways, I don't know why you wanted to know about that— " She looks up and she's met with a tearing Sunoo.

"Sunoo-oppa? Omo, what!?— " Aohi is quick to rush for tissue and Sunoo's heart races, he seems to know.

Sunoo knows what has him in such a frenzy. Kim Sunoo defeatedly accepts it though. With a heavy heart, he does.

Aohi returns with kleenex in hand, a worried expression, and Sunoo can laugh at Aohi's obliviousness. The girl reaches to wipe at her oppa's tears, when Sunoo's gentle hands grasp at her wrist.

"Sunoo-oppa? What's wrong, why did you start crying?" Aohi is quick to ask.

"Aohi, I'm no better than Jungwon and Ri-ki." Sunoo laughs.

Aohi is confused at his words, she wonders what he could mean. Why would he even compare himself to Jungwon and Ri-ki?

Sunoo could tell Aohi wasn't getting it to click like he could, Sunoo's hands went to sandwich Aohi's free hand in both of his, and Aohi gently wipes at Sunoo's cheeks.

Aohi takes note of his soft cheeks, but she continues to look directly at Sunoo's teary eyes.

"Yah, Yoon Aohi. I can't believe you made me fall in love with you too."

[blue-jisungs]

RADIO SILENCE ,, chap 06 — mark lee

synopsis. hwang y/n and park sunghoon do not like each other. end of story. god knows why (well actually, niki is the only one who knows why). but when they’re put as co-hosts on a radio show, they’re bound to bond.

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the song outro faded and sunghoon looked over at you. you were squirming in your seat, leg bouncing up and down. the sign on air switched and as you took a breath to calm down, you caught eye contact with your co-host. when you see the shit eating grin on his face, you know you’re doomed.

“y/n, you seem nervous today” sunghoon chuckled, earning a scoff from you

“ah… well… i do have the one and only nct dream in front of me right now so…” you hesitate, sending a shy smile in return “and mark lee”

“and mark lee” mark himself repeated, giggling and fixing his headphones “don’t be nervous, dude!”

it was a reason why you were acting like that today. but also, you didn’t feel too good. maybe it’s the stress connected with your upcoming comeback, maybe it’s the pressure and messily planned photoshoot that you had yesterday until late hours. or the cover you’ll be filming after this. oooor maybe it was the undercooked noodles you ate for dinner…?

“i’m… trying not to be” you let out a scoff, earning a worried look from jaemin “but, let’s focus on you! congratulations on your latest comeback, istj! our listeners will hear the title song in a while but in the meantime, tell us about your mbtis!”

“well–“ jaemin started, mischievous glint in his eye

“if you say your mbti is sexy i will throw my shoe at you” you cut in, causing his friends to laugh, sunghoon too

“well… tell me about your mbti first then, miss” jaemin huffed, clearly bothered you exposed his joke

“dpmo” you grinned, pretending to lean down to take off your shoe.

“huh?” sunghoon cooed, shaking his head.

“don’t piss me off” you grunted, earning another giggle from mark.

“that’s a good one dude” he said and you smiled wildly, bowing your head.

“ha, mark lee complimented my joke” you poked sunghoon’s arm in teasing manner, jaemin side eyeing you. realisation hit you, causing you to shift away from the boy. clearing your throat, sunghoon took over.

“coming back to the mbti… did you take a test recently?” he asked, glancing at the paper sheet “because it’s known mbti tends to change over the years, sometimes months...”

the rest of the interview went smoothly, jaemin kicking your leg every time you stole his joke. you were glad your friend was here. and because two people that knew you really well were in the room, they could tell something was off.

“–no?” sunghoon asked mark, to which he just nodded. you blinked, not realising when the time even passed. looking at the time, you knew you have to do the closing.

“okay, can i tell one last joke?” you spoke up, smiling. jaemin looked at you suspiciously, gesturing you to do on.

“i hope it won’t be as lame as the one you told last time” sunghoon murmured. you just scoffed; he didn’t realise he just insulted jaemin with that too.

“uhm, okay… knock knock” you turned to sunghoon, fighting a smile.

“who’s there?” he asked, frowning.

“tank”

“tank who?” sunghoon asked and realised that it sounded like thank you.

“you’re welcome” you grinned, jaemin bursting out with laughter. leaning in over the table to high five with him, the room got a little dizzy.

“ah” your co-host grunted, blinking slowly “well, i believe our listers will be relieved to know that we’ll be playing istj now, and your awful joke teller will be gone for the rest of the day”

“pff…” you scoffed, sitting back. black spots appeared in front of your eyes, dang you stood up to quickly. or maybe it’s the closed window, it’s really stuffy here “welp, thank you for listening! today with you it was jaemin and mark of nct dream, along with me, y/n–”

“–hoon” sunghoon cut in, the red sign turning off.

you smiled, standing up.

“i’ll be back in a second” you announced, leaving the room hurriedly. the weird sensation in your body overtook you and you knew you need to catch some fresh air, maybe some water too.

opening a random window in the hallway you leaned in, taking a deep breath and closing your eyes. embraced in the feeling, you failed to notice someone approaching.

“hey, y/n? everything alright?”

you nodded weakly upon hearing sunghoon’s voice.

“i brought you some water, you looked pale” he mumbled, placing the bottle in front of you “do you need anything?”

you curled your arms, your head plopping down. sunghoon hesitated and looked around. no one was nearby.

he placed a hand on your back, patting it soothingly. and your tensed body started to relax.

“just be careful because the water–“ he started but too late; wanting to support your chin on your hands, you knocked something over.

your eyes shot open and you only noticed the water bottle rolling out of the window.

“shit!” you yelled out. both of you leaned over the window, looking at the bottle falling – luckily – straight into an open garbage bin. sunghoon pointed at a guy who turned around, startled because of the noise. looking his way, he saw you and started cussing you out.

you turned around and looked at each other at the same time, which caused you to start laughing; sunghoon’s vampire-alike fangs poking out. the laugh was tender, sincere.

“i’ll bring you a new one” he said softly, shaking his head with a smile “don’t fall out yourself”

you nodded, and caught yourself subconsciously smiling.

shit.

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[turneradora]

NEW ABOUT RIVALS 💯💯💯💯

New article in the Harper's Bazaar UK, October Issue, to promote "Rivals"!

Amazing photoshoot !

Here is the article of the Harper's Bazaar Uk magazine !!

Thanks to Emma Jones for the written transcription ! 🙏👍🌺

Harpers Bazaar - October 2024

BEST OF ENEMIES

Bazaar recreates the fictional county of Rutshire to meet the cast of Rivals, a new TV adaptation of Jilly Cooper’s racy 1980s blockbuster

As Jilly Cooper’s Rivals leaps rambunctiously to our screens, we meet the cast of the saucy new show

It’s 1986 and, high over the Atlantic, a London-bound Concorde is about to break the sound barrier. Most passengers continue smoking, flicking through magazines and ordering martinis, while the rattling WC door indicates that two are currently joining the mile-high club. Moments later, an unruffled, glamorous couple emerge triumphantly from the loo and the tannoy announces that supersonic speed has been reached: everyone whoops; glasses are clinked; and the thumping chorus of ‘You might as well face it/you’re addicted to love’ is amped up. This is the opening scene of Rivals, the much-anticipated new television adaptation of Jilly Cooper’s bestselling novel, and it’s so unsubtle that, even alone in a dark screening bunker below the streets of Soho, it makes me splutter with laughter. It is also irresistible.

The 1988 book is a classic of the Cooper canon and part of the Rutshire Chronicles, a series based in a fictional Cotswolds county that follows the lives and loves of the affluent elite – an area the team behind its new, and first, on-screen adaptation are well-versed in bringing to life. Produced by A Very English Scandal ’s Dominic Treadwell-Collins and written by Laura Wade, who was behind The Riot Club, Disney+’s eight-part drama is also executivelyproduced by both Cooper and her literary agent Felicity Blunt. It is largely faithful to the novel but, as that has 700 pages and 79 characters listed by name and personality trait in an A-Z at the front, the show necessarily homes in on the central plot lines.

The two main protagonists are Rupert Campbell-Black (played by Alex Hassell), a former Olympic-gold show jumper turned Conservative MP (and, incidentally, the ‘best-looking man in England’); and Declan O’Hara (Aidan Turner), an Irish broadcasting star who leaves the BBC to move to Rutshire with his actress wife Maud and children Taggie, Caitlin and Patrick. Declan’s new employer, Corinium Television, is run by David Tennant’s vile Lord Tony Baddingham and his sidekick Cameron Cook, an American producer he has lured over from New York, depicted by the US native Nafessa Williams. They are joined by a large supporting cast that includes Danny Dyer and Emily Atack.

The titular rivalries are many and varied, primarily centred on the struggle to win the local TV franchise; simultaneously, characters lock horns over love, money, class, pets, politics and property, while presenting chat shows, throwing parties and playing nude tennis. The resulting viewing experience is both a period drama that seems set on another planet and a series exploring themes that still resonate today.

Cooper – who, at 87, is still in full ownership of her signature cloud of coiffed hair, inimitable charisma and a hundred-mile-an hour conversation – loved working on the project. ‘It’s terribly exciting,’ she tells me, with an amazed shake of the head. ‘Other books of mine have been televised and it was awful – but with this, we took casting very seriously and I can’t fault any of them.’

During a break on Bazaar ’s shoot, Turner tells me how Cooper gave a cocktail party for the cast in her garden, and what a ball they all had filming in the West Country last summer. (The latter is clear: he’s delighted to see his co-stars, including the mongrel Pontie, who plays Gertrude, the O’Hara family dog, and some of her canine colleagues brought along for a day in front of the camera.)

The series appealed to the Poldark star immediately. ‘I thought the scripts were really, really funny – line-wise, I have some crackers,’ he says. Turner’s Declan is a big-hearted if self involved journalist, wrestling to reconcile his bosses’ desire to monetise his charm, his own dream of writing a Yeats documentary and the need to bread-win for his profligate family. Although this push and pull between being commercial and creative, between the professional and the personal, plays out in a larger-than-life fashion, it still somehow feels familiar to a modern viewer. ‘That’s the sign of really good television, isn’t it, when it holds the mirror up to our present,’ says the actor. ‘What have we thrown in the trash? What still needs to change?’

The ways in which prejudices have evolved in the past 40 years are thrown into quite harsh relief in the show. Casting a Black actress to play Cameron Cook, the damaged but resilient hot-shot American producer, gives the series an opportunity to delicately include a glimpse of the regularity of what we’d now recognise as racist micro aggressions. Equally, Cameron’s strength is joyful to witness. ‘Such a spicy, smart character – especially a Black woman, who can carry her own and get her way in the male-dominated world of that time – I wanted to sink my teeth into that,’ Williams says. ‘I also love the glamour: the red lip, the red nails.’ (The cast have embraced the scarlet-stiletto emoji – a replica of the original image on the classic book cover – as their unofficial series motif when posting on social media.)

The changing dynamics between men and women are portrayed with a light touch. Victoria Smurfit read Cooper as a teenager, and has now adored playing Declan’s wife Maud O’Hara – an insecure, attentionseeking former actress, the kind of mother who arrives at her son’s New Year’s Eve 21st-birthday party in the Cotswolds on a camel. ‘There are aspects of Rivals that make you think, “Oh my Lord, can you believe they got away with this back then?”’ the Irish actress says. ‘But in the show, it’s delivered in such a clear, fun, gentle, appalled way that a 2024 audience can digest it very easily.’ When I suggest the series has made more of the women and ensured they have three dimensions, perhaps to modernise the story a little, she makes a good point: that Cooper’s male characters – be it the rakish Rupert Campbell-Black or the angelic Lysander Hawkley of The Man Who Made Husbands Jealous – may seem the most famous because it was mostly women reading the books, and the author had designed her heroes – or antiheroes – to be ‘their perfect man’. ‘But look closely, and the women are not less than the men,’ she says. ‘Essentially, every character wants something they don’t have – usually love and safety – whether from their partners, animals or colleagues. Women in this world are entering the era of “having it all” and are learning to be open about what they want – and, by the same token, we are starting to see a softer side to the men.’

This is embodied perfectly in Bella Maclean’s Taggie O’Hara, the delightful, very dyslexic cook and daughter of Declan and Maud: on screen, she has slightly more twinkle in her eye than in the book – a good decision, as otherwise Taggie could be seen as almost too virtuous to be true to a modern audience. ‘But it’s so nice playing someone with a really strong backbone – it slightly rubs off on you,’ says the actress, who appeared in the latest Sex Education series and has just shone as the lead at the National Theatre’s London Tide. ‘Among all the silliness, the shoulder pads and mad hairdos, there’s always an undercurrent of something thought-provoking,’ she says of the show that could prove to be her career’s turning point. ‘There’s a love story that blossoms out of something really unpleasant. There’s light and shade.’

But the figure with perhaps the most chiaroscuro is Rupert Campbell-Black, Cooper’s number-one character, into whose shoes Alex Hassell is amazed to be stepping. Hassell is a seasoned RSC actor, with turns in The Miniaturist and His Dark Materials, whose theatre company The Factory counts Mark Rylance and Emma Thompson among its patrons. ‘I’m also from Essex, with dark features,’ he points out wryly, in reference to the white-blond locks and blue eyes of his new alter-ego, both of which are oft-alluded to in the books, and about which many young women dreamed in the 1980s and 90s. (Cooper was initially appalled.) ‘Rupert exudes privilege and confidence, so I had to learn a loucheness. It was helpful that everyone was told to treat me as if I was extremely attractive,’ he continues, laughing. ‘When you walk into a room of supporting artists who’ve been briefed to fall over themselves looking at you, smouldering becomes a lot easier. They imbued me with a certain power.’

In the Rivals prequel Riders, there are some pretty unpalatable aspects of Rupert’s personality – particularly the way he treats women and animals – that haven’t aged well. ‘We never explicitly had this conversation, but for my portrayal of Rupert, we’ve kept some parts of that history and taken out others. In our version, there’s a loneliness to him: he is a shit, but he has a kindness.’

However, there are two elements of Cooper’s storytelling to which the show stays steadfastly loyal: the abundance of sex and wordplay. Rupert’s dialogue is riddled with quips – some very clever, some very… Eighties. Hassell’s favourite is delivered just as Rupert is getting down to it, and involves a pun that combines Tories and the clitoris. ‘It was a hard sell,’ he says, laughing.

His character and storyline – which takes Rupert on, dare I say, a journey – are key to the show’s charm, pace, plot and sociopolitical signposting. What would Hassell like viewers to make of the series? ‘I hope people enjoy it, have conversations about the knottier topics it raises, and maybe have sex later,’ he says. ‘I say that jokingly, but – and maybe this is high hopes – perhaps for people who don’t talk to one another that much, as the series goes on, watching it with someone else might allow certain things to come to light.’

Cooper is delighted by this possibility. ‘Well, we’re philanthropists, aren’t we? I keep reading that the birth rate is going down like mad. Putting Rivals on the telly may help,’ she says, with the enthusiasm of a writer who has long had one foot in showbusiness: in her forties, she appeared in her capacity as a celebrity columnist on the BBC game show What’s My Line, and wrote a sitcom about a four-girl flat-share with Joanna Lumley in the lead role.

Revisiting the world she created – and partially lived in herself – 40 years ago has been bittersweet: it made her miss the era (‘it was much more naughty’), but also her late husband (‘there’s a lot of darling Leo and his jokes in the book’). Indeed, what today’s viewers may not clock is the real people Cooper drew on to shape several fictional figures, namely the ‘glamorous aristocratic types who were floating about when I, middle-class Jilly, moved to the country in ’82’. Rupert Campbell-Black, for example, is a patchwork of Andrew Parker Bowles, the late Earl of Suffolk and the fashion designer Rupert Lycett-Green. Her ‘beloved’ Taggie is entirely made up, but the scruffy Lizzie Vereker – a novelist whose husband cheats on her – is, she admits, based on herself: ‘She is nicer than me, though. I love her – that’s terribly narcissistic to say, but I do.’

Like her conversation, Cooper herself still rattles along at a good clip – last year, she released a bonkbuster about football inevitably titled Tackle!; this May, the King presented her with a damehood for services to charity and literature, and she’ll be tapping away at her typewriter on various secret projects right up to the very moment she is dragged out of rural Gloucestershire to the premiere of Rivals.

To all these endeavours, Dame Jilly continues to bring the same philosophies she always has: a disregard for snobbery (like many great minds, she rereads Proust and loves Helen Fielding) and a straightforward goal of contributing to the gaiety of the nation. ‘Maybe one day I’ll write something serious,’ she says. ‘But, at the moment, there’s some terrible sadness and loneliness, isn’t there? So, more than ever, and more than anything, I’d like to cheer people up.’

‘Rivals’ is released on Disney+ in October.

[hettiesworld]

Name of fic: Coast

Pairing: Jeremy Renner x black!reader

Summary: You are an aspiring music artist who is sharing an apartment with Hailee. You both attend a party where Hailee is hosting it and you notice she invited Jeremy, your celebrity crush, to the party.

Inspired by: Coast by Hailee Steinfeld ft. Anderson Paak.

Word count: 2.2k words

Warnings: Language, fluff, implied sexual content.

Author's note: You have social anxiety and you aren't really used to parties, just to let you know.

2nd person POV:

You were sitting in your bedroom, writing some lyrics for your second album that you were going to announce at the next award show. Your first one was a huge success, making you win Best Newcomer at the MTV Music Awards.

Just then, your friend Hailee came into your bedroom wearing a beautiful purple dress with her hair down to her shoulders. She closed the door behind her and looked at you in confusion.

“Y/n? What the hell are you doing?” She asked you, putting on one of her earrings in her ear.

“What do you mean? I’m staying in tonight.” You responded.

“No, you’re not. We are going to a party.”

“Why?”

“Because this will be your first celebrity party and I’m hosting it. Also, you’re my best friend.” Hailee explained.

“Not a good enough reason.” You simply said as you looked back down at your notebook.

Hailee just sighed. ‘Well, time to bring out the big guns…’ She thought to herself.

She cleared her throat as she went over to your wardrobe and began to say, “He’ll be there.”

You looked up instantly. You knew exactly who she was on about. 

Her co-star and your celebrity crush. Jeremy Renner.

“Wait seriously? Did you invite him? Please don’t tell me you’re lying. You did that last time.” You said to her. 

“I know I did it last time, but this time I’m telling the truth Y/n. He’s going to be there.” Hailee replied, holding up a red dress that you owed. She threw it to the floor and continued to browse through your clothes.

“Hailee… You know we met on my first music video and he agreed to be my backup dancer for Best Behaviour. He probably won’t remember me.” 

Hailee then stopped in her tracks. She turned around and walked towards you. She then took your notepad and pen out of your hand and placed them besides you.

“Don’t. You’re doing it again.”

“I’m doing what again?”

“Doubting yourself. I think, by the end of the night, he will ask you to do a duet or something. And maybe something more…” Hailee wiggled her eyebrows suggestively, winking at you before going back to your wardrobe.

You just laughed at her predictions.

“Yeah. Right. I would rather not go and embarrass myself again, thanks.” You chucked silently, shaking your head.

“Oh come on Y/n!”

You sigh as you look up yet again.

“You’re not going to leave it alone until I say yes, aren’t you?”

“What do you think?” Hailee turned her head to look at you and raised an eyebrow. You decided to admit defeat, putting your head in your hands.

“Fine. But I don’t have anything nice to wear though.”

Hailee chuckled. “And that’s why you have me as your best friend. You can borrow one of my dresses.”

“Really? Thanks, Hailee.”

“Anything for my best friend.”

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Later on, you both arrived at the party. You were wearing a short dark teal-coloured dress with leather lace-up white boots. You also had your y/h/c afro-textured hair, up in a bun. Hailee insisted on you wearing contact lenses, but you disagreed; mentioning that you wear them every single day for music videos, photoshoots and interviews.

Hailee left your side to become the host of her party and you went straight to the bar. You weren’t used to going to parties. Especially to the celebrity ones, in which you know everyone there. 

Speaking of, where was Jeremy, you thought to yourself. Hailee did specify that your celebrity crush was going to be here. You didn’t know what he was going to wear. Possibly not a suit and tie. It wasn’t that kind of party.

You decided to order a lemonade; you didn’t drink as you didn’t trust yourself with alcohol. Just then, as your back was turned, you heard a very familiar voice.

“Y/n Y/l/n?” 

You slowly turn around, sipping your lemonade through a straw and you couldn’t believe your eyes.

It was him. Standing in front of you. 

He was wearing a Led Zeppelin t-shirt, a black leather jacket, denim jeans and white lace-up trainers. 

Thank God you didn’t have to go up to him and say hi yourself. That would’ve been bad for your social anxiety.

“Jeremy! I can’t believe it’s you!” You said to him, as calmly as you could without freaking the fuck out. You already met him but he was still your celebrity crush.

Were you dreaming or something?

“It’s been a while.” He chuckled. “This isn’t your scene?” He asked you, gesturing towards the people dancing in front of them. 

How the hell did he know that? Were you the only awkward person there?

“Yeah, no. It’s not. I’m more of a staying-in kind of person.” You confessed, laughing awkwardly.

“Hmm.. same here,” Jeremy replied.

You weren’t surprised. He was more of a private than a public person than his co-star and your best friend, Hailee. 

“So, why are you here exactly?” You asked him, continuing to sip your drink.

“Oh, well Hailee told me you were here and I had to come, you know?” Jeremy explained. “Your cover of ‘What I’ve Done’ was amazing. Rock songs fit your style.”

“Oh thank you. That’s amazing, coming from you. You’re a great singer as well.” You blushed. 

“Thank you. Barely anyone listens to my songs though…” Jeremy mumbled.

“Well I do, that’s something, right? I bet a lot of people do!” You reassured him, placing your empty glass down.

Jeremy just smiled at you as he drank from his glass.

“You know… I would love to do a duet with you someday, instead of you being my backup dancer in a music video.” You managed to get the courage to ask him. He would probably say no, but it was worth a try, right?

“I would love to do that too. I did promise Hailee a duet as well.” He chuckled.

You remembered that interview where they were both asked who the better singer was. And that was when the interviewer mentioned them doing a duet at some point. 

“Oh yeah… she did mention that to me as well. We are kinda best friends. Ever since she did the first season of Dickinson. We met on the set and I was a makeup artist on there.”

“Wait, a makeup artist? You know how to do makeup?”

“Yeah… you were kind of my inspiration for doing makeup.” You blushed even more and ordered another drink, trying not to make eye contact with Jeremy.

Jeremy just smiled and laughed.

“Really? That’s good to hear! Anyways, do you want to dance, or is that not your thing either?” Jeremy asked you.

“No, no! I love dancing, don’t worry!” You laughed. “I would love to dance with you.”

As Jeremy held his hand out for you to take, you put your drink down and chuckled. You notice Hailee staring at you and Jeremy. She gave a thumbs up to you and you shrugged your shoulders, laughing back at her.

Hailee got the DJ to play your song Best Behaviour as you and Jeremy made it to the dancefloor.

You chuckled embarrassingly but you started to move your hips to the music, throwing your hands in the air.

As you got into the song, you started to sing and you made eye contact with Jeremy, who was also dancing. You had dance lessons recently and you made him impressed with your dancing.

“You’re a good dancer!” Jeremy shouted over the music.

“Thanks!” You shouted back.

You then weren’t expecting Jeremy to carefully touch your hips and move simultaneously with yours. You weren’t uncomfortable with it at all. Well, you were as if he was your crush, but he has done it before.

The eye contact between the two of you was inseparable. Your y/e/c eyes were gazing into his grey ones. Or were they green? 

Blue? 

You couldn’t tell to be honest.

“You wanna get out of here?”Jeremy asked you, his mouth near your ear. You flushed as your cheeks went red. “Is that a yes or a no?” He added on. You saw his smirk as you chuckled.

“Why would I say no to that?” You responded. ➽─────────❥

Back at his place, Jeremy was looking at you as he came out of the bathroom with just a towel wrapped around his waist. You didn’t mind if he had a shower once you both got back to his house.

You sat on the sofa, watching some TV whilst you wait for him. After a moment, you paused your show and looked up to see him staring at you. You just looked at the TV again and pressed play on the show again...

"Is there a reason why you're staring at me?" You asked him.

"Just.. wondering what you're doing?" He replied, crossing his arms.

"You didn't hear me screaming and shouting whilst you were in the bathroom? I was watching a fight on my favourite TV show."

"Sounded like something else to me..."

You looked up to see him in only a towel. You hesitated a little bit as you saw his body. His dad-bod was fully showing but you could tell he was training for Hawkeye. You didn't notice that you were staring at him with such a cute face, according to Jeremy at least.

"Stop doing that with your face, someone else might snatch you up," Jeremy mumbled.

"What am I doing with my face? And… 'someone else'? I'm not yours, you know?"

"You know damn well what you’re doing and well not yet anyways..." Jeremy mumbled to himself; you didn't hear the second part of what he said. 

He then cleared his throat as he continued to say, "Anyways, the bathroom is free for you to use. If you need it of course."

You hummed and nodded your head in acknowledgement as you got up and went into the bathroom.

You asked Jeremy if you could have a bath beforehand. And he agreed, of course.

After a while, you went to have a bubbly bath, spending about an hour in it. You got out of the bath eventually and wrapped a towel around your y/s/c body. You then stepped out of the bathroom and you instantly saw Jeremy lying on the bed in his boxers, reading a comic book.

Was he teasing you?

"Did you enjoy your bath?" He didn't even look up as he asked that, still reading his comic book.

"I did. Just.. going to get my clothes from my suitcase." You replied. Hailee managed to pack you a bag with spare clothing and stuff, just in case you did stay at Jeremy’s. You went over to the bag and got some pyjamas from it. It was a tank top and shorts that were purple and black. You took the towel off and started to put them on.

Jeremy raised an eyebrow as he quickly looked up to see you naked, but respectfully looked down. 

"Are you seriously dressing in front of me?" Jeremy asked you, hiding his face behind the comic book.

"I can't be bothered to go back to the bathroom, just to get changed." You replied.

"Then why didn't you take your clothes into the bathroom then?" Jeremy pondered.

"And get my clothes wet? No thanks."

"Do you want some privacy or something?" He looked up to see you topless. You already had your shorts on and were putting your tank top on.

"I don't mind. If it makes you uncomfortable, then you can leave the room..." 

You blushed as you realised Jeremy was looking at you whilst you were half-naked. 

“Could you not? I’m half-naked!” You exhaled slowly and heavily.

“Not my fault. You’re the one that is in front of me, getting dressed.” He answered.

“Wh – what? Jeremy, this is serious!" You sighed.

“And I’m being serious as well.”

You raised an eyebrow at him as you put on your tank top. You then looked at the obvious tent in his boxers. You looked away quite quickly, so he wouldn’t notice.

But it was too late.

He noticed.

You watched with your y/e/c eyes as he put down his comic book and got up from his bed. You slowly got up from your kneeling position as you faced Jeremy. 

He slowly walked towards you. He then stopped you from getting up. You kept the kneel position from before, realizing that your face was quite near his dick.

“It’s hot when you talk back, you know that?”Jeremy said with a growl in his voice. He then went to grab your hair softly, making you stand up to look at his face. “Does it make you nervous when I stare?”

You couldn’t talk as he then placed a hand underneath your chin.

He noticed you stammering and stuttering every word that was trying to get out of your mouth.

He just chuckled softly.

“It’s okay baby. “ You shuddered at the nickname. “I like you staring at me. Now… What are we going to do about this beautiful face, huh?” He stroked your face with his left hand, his thumb caressing your bottom lip.

You looked at him, with such lust in your eyes.

“Anything you want…” You whispered, hoping that he didn’t hear that. Unfortunately, he did.

“Anything I want, darling?” A Southern twang was heard in his accent; a twang you thought was so attractive and sexy. That was what you loved about him.

All you did was nod, biting your lip.

[whimsymanaged]

20 questions for fic writers

I was tagged by the endlessly lovely @hgejfmw-hgejhsf!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

35! Don't ask me how many are completed.

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

134,552.

Wow. That's, like, one fic for some people but also way more than I thought I’d written so that’s cool.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Right now, only RWRB! I used to be a pretty active Dramione writer (HP fandom).

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

How to Break a Curse (Dramione, fuck or die)

Sucker 4 U (Dramione, clit sucker)

Pin-Up (Dramione, sexy calendar photoshoot lol)

Lesson Learnt (Draco/Hermione/Theo/Blaise, sex lessons, no regrets)

Flat(Mates) (Dramione, omegaverse)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I try my best to! I love getting comments -- I'm a biiiig words of affirmation girlie so I have screenshots of basically every comment I've ever gotten, lol. But I am also an easily overwhelmed and easily distracted girlie (see: ADHD) so sometimes I don't and I promise it's not because I don't love your comment with every beat of my heart.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

OH, I ACTUALLY HAVE AN ANSWER TO THIS! I don't write angst but I did leave this bloody-on-your-doorstep fic on a cliffhanger and then never wrote another word of it so. That was pretty angsty of me.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

a quick study (my latest fic, which is Alex/Henry/Pez) because there were 3 happy endings in a row.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I don't think I have, and I'm very thankful for that.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I have never written an impure word in my life. I don't even know how to spell clock.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

I used to write HP/Twilight crossovers with my best friend when we were 13. It was all crack and made us laugh a lot. Thankfully, I think it was mostly on paper only so there is no internet proof.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I don't think so.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes! I think a few of my Dramiones have been translated.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I've co-written a few drabbles! It's a lot of fun seeing other writers' processes and how much less insane they are than mine.

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

I love FirstPrince SO much right now. They're just so perfect for each other!

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

All of them. I'm only determined to finish Five-Drink Henry right now. All of them but that one.

16. What are your writing strengths?

People have told me that I'm good at characterization, which is a compliment that always makes my heart grow three sizes.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I struggle a lot with interiority and anything descriptive of setting or appearance, lol.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I think it's awesome, and I love it when writers do it.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

My first piece of writing ever was either Dragon Tales or Franklin fanfic when I was like 4. So I guess one of those.

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

My favorite Dramione I've written is Good Girls Get to Sit on Santa's Lap because it was a deviation from my norm in a few different ways, and it was just a lot of fun to write.

For FirstPrince, I've just so so so enjoyed writing every single thing. Right now, I'm going to say Five-Drink Henry, because I like getting to show their relationship developing.

I'm tagging @roseharpermaxwell, @holygnocchi, @millennialgrandma, @eveningstruggle, @eggbagelsjr, and @sodamnradd!

[castlebyersafterdark]

But it's fascinating looking at what he decides to post and share. Because sometimes I think... why do that? I look and it makes me happy but I wonder, why these moments?

wahhhh the thoughts in THIS post are soooooo up my street! only today i was tempted to post something recreational on social media for the first time in years (i only use it sporadically for my work) and i had a little talk with myself about exactly what you asked: who is it for?

this is a question i ask myself about so many things in my life, from what i wear today to what i want to do with my whole life. its a great question! a good psychology question.

ive also had people i love say its nice to see what i chose to post on insta back when i did (mainly in covid times), theyre seeing through my mind and wondering, just like you are about your fiance, vinny (🥳). i always find it interesting when you can see some artistic influence in their posts, if they dont sound like the person you know irl.

and honestly, today, it was a feeling of WOW this is a beautiful day and beautiful pic, and i want to cement it somehow by putting it online. its almost like the act of sharing is addictive, even though i never felt that great when i noticed the views ticking up or even the comments. lets face it, most social media comments are boring af. i much prefer long form chats with friends, and on here lol! i didnt post it in the end. what would it have been for?

so let's swing this back to our boy noah. i am not someone who ever posted thirst traps or even pics of my face, i just always think it's got an 'I'd like validation please' vibe that makes me cringe. but many do post themselves! and noah is a public figure. his face and personage is his brand, so if he wants a presence and maybe more modelling gigs, posting his face is a good idea. but i do also think the boy has a little vain streak that someone like finn, for example, doesn't. no shade because its always connected to deeper stuff - possibly insecurity, very human, very valid! to me, noah's possible insecurity manifests as a need for the attention. whereas finn's manifests as avoiding attention. so this year, noah leaving sm has been a great change and growth for him - can i live without this?

and likewise finn has been leaving his comfort zone by diving into things (like modelling and perfume ads) that clearly feel fish out of water for him. theyre both fascinating.

so i looked at that finn acc noah followed, and it seems to be one of the more lowkey ones - it doesnt have an obvious searchable username like FINN WOLFHARD FANS or something lol. its niche. so thats... yeah. haaaaaaaaa. and its also fan engagement rather than posts of finn's professional photoshoots and stuff, so noah clearly appreciates the Real Finn. 🤭 but theres also pics of finn with other friends and castmates a lot. so it almost seems like the equivalent of scrolling a crush's FB wall, seeing what theyre up to without you. cos finn doesnt have an acc where he posts his life, does he? and we all know there's like zero pics of noah and finn hanging out together lol. so noah won't be spying pics of him and finn together. maybe his camera roll is already full of that 🤭 but otherwise, smells like doomscrolling. oh boyo :(

once again i cannot stop rambling.

Getting to this one finally!!!

It is very worthwhile pausing and re-evaluating what we share and why - all good points and insight. Social media is a good tool for showcasing work if you have a talent or field that benefits from a visual - I sometimes miss having an art account that was public, but I think I also like keeping it as something private for those close to me until maybe one day I change my mind and decide to do something with it. I go back and forth and right now I sit with keeping my hobby a hobby, no temptation to make it more than it is. I really kinda simplified my life in the last few years if that makes sense? Choosing when and what to share publicly has been a big challenge but something centering as well. Different needs for different people!

The act of sharing IS addictive, and I can admit that about this blog in general. Me at the beginning, eating all my words, "I don't want to make it too personal, but..." and here I am now, sharing so much. It was a discomfort with the fandom, though, and not knowing what this corner would be like, and the jarring nature of having people actually send me messages where before - it was kind of isolated on this site and when I sought online interaction, it was always a bit hostile on places like twitter or reddit. This ended up being so so different. Every day, entirely unexpected.

Swinging over to the boys! Funny, I was someone who in the past posted for attention. I'll say it! Thirst traps and all the cringey like, part of why I won't share myself online anymore - if my friends share candids on private accounts, totally fine. But having my life hyper documented, by my own hand, just really freaked me out at one point. All done with that. So it's interesting being a big fan of celebrities where we hang on the edge waiting for a glimpse, and I do!! I totally do! Being a public figure for sure - that's kind of necessary to a degree. And a little vanity is ok - can go overboard. Balance. Sharing things, keeping other things personal. "Can I live without this?" That's everything. Healthy.

Think you're right about the fan account, there's an angle there I hadn't considered. Because let's say there is/was something there with him either crushing or wanting to enjoy looking at his guy - where else is he going to look up a bunch of photos of him? Google isn't personal. There's a fan-curated space with everything good all in one spot. Crush scrolling. Relatable. So human. But with the privilege of having your famous crush also crushed on by many so they do the work gathering info for you hahaha

Love to ramble, no one here should ever apologize for rambling!!! I am the crown prince of rambling ceaselessly hahahaha

[floralseokjin]

⤑ 9 months to fall in love 22.

It seems like everyone around you is either already in love, or in the process of falling, and while normally you couldn’t give a damn, finding out the co-worker you’ve had a teensy crush on is dating someone else at the office seems to sucker punch you right in the gut. It’s stupid, and you’re irritated at yourself, but you can’t seem to shake out of the funk you’ve fallen face first in.

Feeling lonely and heartsore, and mad for no reason, during drinks with your best friend you spot a man at the bar. Tequila confident, you make your way over to the stranger, and successfully one thing leads to another. The next morning you leave before he’s woken up, feeling satisfied in one way, but still as discontented as ever. Telling yourself it was an inebriated mistake, you quickly try to forget about it.

Only, three weeks later that night comes back to haunt you – in a very unescapable way…

pairing; kim seokjin x f reader au/genre; unplanned pregnancy, strangers to lovers, slow burn, romance (dare I say romcom in places), smut, angst, (melo)drama, dual pov words; 5,057

warnings/includes (!) IT’S TIME! GLOB IS COMING!!!! 

⟶ ao3 link

*inspired by the manhwa ‘Positively Yours.’

note; The Astronaut is 1000% playing while they have their little slow dance during the party 🤧 Also, for visuals: here is the inspo for the photoshoot outfit and here’s inspo for the tux! 

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The next few weeks flew by. 

It took a while for you to stop feeling so shaken up by the accident, and even now, you still felt slightly nervous being inside a car. You knew you couldn’t let the irrational fear consume you, especially with your life soon to take on a new importance, so you tried hard to work past it, talking it through with your therapist during the online sessions you were still having. The collision had purely been an accident, a split-second mistake made by the other driver, a lapse in his judgment. You couldn’t give it the chance to control you. You were stronger than that. Plus, you had so many better things to concentrate on. Seokjin, your friends, your bettering relationship with your family. Your daughter. 

At first, being on maternity leave was jarring. You’d worked fulltime ever since you’d graduated university, so having countless days and days to yourself took some getting used to. Seokjin joked that you needed to make the most of it, because once Sarang got here you both wouldn’t know peace again. It was a strange thought, but not disagreeable. She might have been the surprise you’d never known you wanted, but you’d been practically ready and eager from the start. Seokjin, too. 

You busied yourself with some more decorating of the house at first. Minor decorating. You couldn’t do much, but dotting a few art pieces or photos around, placing a vase on an end table, and laying out a few rugs here and there didn’t use much energy. Until it did. It felt like you were getting heavier and heavier by the day, the weight of Glob weighing you down and warping your axis of balance. You tried your best to keep active, going into the centre of the city a couple of times, and when you couldn’t manage that – not that you managed it well pre-pregnancy – you settled on small walks around your new neighbourhood. Seokjin joined you in the evenings sometimes, but mostly on the weekend. He was still working himself silly ready for his paternity leave, which meant that you were both in bed by 9pm most nights. 

In fact, as well as going to bed early, you liked a nap in the middle of the day too, falling asleep on the couch, where you spent most of the day watching boxset upon boxset. You’d already completed a rewatch of one of your favourite shows, finding it even funnier than the first time a couple of years ago. Now, you were starting something new. A sitcom. You found laughing was the way to go in these trying times, but it also weakened your bladder even more. You’d also started playing BT21 – your bump was a great rest for the handheld console. You’d never been into gaming, but you were becoming mildly addicted slash emotionally unstable, crying at how cute all the animal characters were. 

On the weekends, you and Seokjin bulk cooked meals to freeze. What started off as a fun domesticated activity soon turned into a bind. The good news was that you now had enough food to last at least three months and had stocked up on enough dried goods to avoid starving during a zombie apocalypse. But hopefully that didn’t happen now that you were so close to giving birth. 

The nursery was complete, the beautiful crib the main feature. You kept finding any old excuse to step inside and gaze around – not that you needed an excuse. You spent quite a few hours organising and reorganising Sarang’s chest of drawers, folding and refolding all her little onesies and cute outfits. You made sure to dust and wipe down surfaces often, wanting everything to be squeaky clean for her arrival. Your hospital bag had long been packed, on countdown inside your bedroom. Before long, there wasn’t very long to wait at all! 

One of the worst things to deal with, now that you were in such a late stage of pregnancy, were the nights. Maybe that’s why you were napping so much in the day. No position was comfortable – and positions were limited in the first place. Your bump had reached its limits, you couldn’t go any bigger you were certain. You tried to help yourself by wedging pillows under your bump and between your legs to ease the pressure. It worked to a certain extent, but then leg cramps would set in and you had to move around, trying to get comfy all over again. Then you needed to pee, so it was back and forth to the bathroom. Then Sarang decided she wanted to wiggle. 

It was no wonder you were a little irritable these days, all things considered. Tonight, you and Seokjin had gone to bed not talking to one another after you’d snapped at him over making dinner. He’d come home later than usual to find you in the kitchen, instantly ordering you out. When you’d refused, the exasperated look on his face made you see red. You didn’t expect him to come home after a long day of work and start dinner immediately. You were pregnant, not decrepit, and making a simple stir fry wasn’t beyond the realms of possibility. 

You’d made the stupid stir fry in the end, and then the both of you had eaten in stony silence across from one another. You rarely argued, but you were both fans of the silent treatment when you did. Both stubborn too, it was impossible to know who would break first. As it were, Seokjin was the one to fold tonight. 

“____, what’s wrong?” he asked into the darkness, voice thick with sleep but prickled with concern. 

It wasn’t a surprise that you’d managed to wake him up. You’d already been to the bathroom twice, readjusted your pillows five times, and thrown your head back in frustration maybe ten. 

“Nothing,” you mumbled. Which was a lie. As well as being horrifically uncomfortable, you felt guilty for earlier, which was only marginally overshadowing your annoyance over Seokjin being able to sleep soundly while you tossed and turned. 

Seokjin shifted onto his side, one hand reaching for you and grazing your hip. “Can’t get to sleep?” 

“No.” Mortified, the word sobbed from you, and just like that you were crying. 

“Hey,” he said softly, gathering you in his arms as best he could. You were still uncomfortable but feeling him hold you made it better. “You’re okay.” He rubbed your back soothingly. 

“I’m being stupid,” you sniffed into his chest, getting his pyjama shirt wet. 

Moving your hair off your forehead, he kissed a spot he could reach. “You’re not. You’re tired and uncomfortable.” His palm felt really good stroking between your shoulder blades. “Close your eyes and think of something relaxing.”  

“All I have to think about is the impending horrors of childbirth.” 

Seokjin didn’t reply, probably realising there was nothing he could say to that. He’d seen the videos too. 

“I’m sorry about earlier,” you added.

“I’m sorry too,” he sighed softly. “I had a stressful day.” You hated that he was working so hard while simultaneously knowing you would be beyond happy and grateful once your daughter was born. You were ready to tag team Sarang’s first month in this world. 

“If you can’t sleep, neither will I,” Seokjin announced a few moments later. 

“Now you’re the one being stupid.” 

He barked a laugh, loud in the middle of the night. Then, fondly, “I love you.” 

You smiled against him. You would never get sick of hearing that. It was just three small words, but you knew Seokjin meant them deeply every time. And so did you. “I love you, too.”

A couple of weeks ago, Seokjin got the front page on one of the most well-known business magazines. You didn’t know who had been more excited, you or everyone else who adored him. Definitely not him anyway. Seokjin handled it with his usual Seokjin modesty, as if it wasn’t a big deal at all. You had a copy on your nightstand and another on the coffee table in the best living room. Yeonja even bought a copy for her coffee table, and Mari too! She messaged you a picture on the day it came out. Seokjin had a lot of fans. It was no wonder when you saw his photoshoot. Fashionable in his beige turtleneck and grey suit, he looked objectively handsome. There was no issue of being biased, your man seriously was that good looking! And wonderful. You’d read the part where they mentioned you and Sarang (not by name) in his interview at least a dozen times, and it never failed to put a massive grin on your face (and shed a tear or two.) Plus, reading the interviewer praise him made you inexplicably happy. 

Having taken up most of his twenties and half of his thirties, Alpaca Gaming Studios has been his life, but it’s time to concentrate on more personal matters. After falling in love earlier this year, there’s a baby on the way, and Seokjin is ready to gradually take a step back from work. “She’s the most amazing person I know,” he says about his partner, sounding smitten. “I want to spend as much time with my family as possible. I can’t wait to become a father.” He’s unable to fight the grin on his face. 

Staunchly private, he won’t reveal much about his relationship, but his beaming face is proof of how in love he is. His company still means the world to him, but he is very aware that it could shine just as hard without him – his words, not mine! I am inclined to disagree. AGS has obviously become what it is because of the man sat in front of me. Politely spoken and painfully modest, it seems almost impossible that he is CEO of one of the world’s most popular video game companies. Not to mention, Kim is quite unnervingly handsome. It’s practically unfair. He laughs when I tell him this, turning red. 

“Nothing like that,” he’s quick to correct, when I ask him if he plans on stepping down. Then jokes, “I’ll give everyone I know a heart attack if they read this. I can’t see myself stepping down any time soon.”  

It’s another one of his charms. To be serious and subsequently dilute it with a joke. Not everyone could pull it off, and Seokjin does so numerous times during this interview. His charisma is something else! 

“We’re a team at AGS, a family” he continues, “and they are way more talented than I could ever be.” He chuckles self-deprecatingly, somehow making it attractive. “I have no doubt that if I ever did decide to retire, they’d do just fine without me. There’s my second in command, after all.” 

He’s mentioned his secretary slash best friend Jung Hoseok numerous times throughout this interview and insists he wouldn’t be here now without him. In fact, he wouldn’t be here now without a number of people. It’s obvious that he genuinely believes that. There is nothing false about Kim Seokjin. His gratitude and humility are two more admirable qualities that make this man hard to judge or criticise. 

The mention of Seokjin stepping down from CEO one day had shocked you at first. Making plans for his month-long paternity leave was one thing, but to talk about gradually distancing himself from his role was something he’d never even mentioned. He was quick to reassure you that he wasn’t seriously thinking any of that, his mouth just had a habit of running away from him during nerve-wracking situations like a global magazine interview. It was true that he wanted to take more time for you and Sarang, not work such long hours, and to have stress-free weekends, but he wasn’t ready to leave everything he still loved so much. At least not right now. Who knows what the future holds, he told you. Maybe five years from now we’ll have Glob No.2 and I won’t want to step into the office ever again.

You liked thinking of the future these days. Of your future with him and Sarang…and Glob No.2. (But no No.3 like he’d also suggested!) Before the future never used to cross your mind, but you had so many new things to look forward to now. Your relationship, your baby, Yuna and Jimin’s wedding! Life was exciting and constantly changing, filled with things that had never crossed your mind this time last year. It was a great feeling, even when you struggled to stand on your feet for more than ten minutes right now…

As Seokjin’s 35th birthday was going to be overshadowed by Sarang’s arrival into this world, his parents insisted on celebrating early. It was a multitude of celebrations to tell the truth: Jin’s birthday, his interview, Sarang’s imminent arrival, the last hoorah before said arrival. 

Seokjin knew about it of course, he didn’t very much like surprises, and Mikyung had kept you updated every step of the way because you were too exhausted to help organise a thing. In fact, you were probably too exhausted to even attend the party. You were 39 weeks pregnant and hadn’t done much movement in over a week. You moved from the bedroom to the sofa, to the kitchen, to the sofa, to the bedroom again at the end of the day. It wasn’t a very fun existence, so with cutthroat determination, you were attending your man’s birthday party. Even if you sat down for most of the night and begged to go home by 8pm. 

Yuna did your hair and make-up, and even your nails. If the last few weeks of pregnancy had taught you anything, it was that you could get used to the kind of life where people did everything for you. You were due for a harsh reality check in ten days’ time, because your role was going to be well and truly reversed. You’d folded yourself into a grey velvet wrap dress, complete with chunky socks, before sliding your swollen feet into a trusty pair of Crocs – black this time. Fashion was the last thing on your mind at the moment, which was heart-breaking for the likes of you, but if you were being honest, it had taken a backseat a long time ago. 

The venue was stunning. Mikyung really had pulled out all the stops for her Seokjinie, the theme winter wonderland-esque in gold and creams. There was even an outdoor area decorated much the same, with the gazebo draped in string lights that twinkled in the dark. You wouldn’t be caught outside in mid-November weather, but each to their own. While the party was in the development stages, it had been a toss-up between a three-course meal or a buffet. In the end, down to a committee vote, buffet had won, which you were ecstatic about because you loved a good ol’ buffet. Jungkook was chuffed too and sat next to you munching on two plates piled high with every option available. 

The guest list wasn’t excessive, but it did include a few family members and friends you hadn’t met yet, and Seokjin introduced you to them with a very loving “this is my ____.” It made you beam and feel almost drunk, which you were most definitely not. Somewhere along the line you lost him, but you were in no condition to go and find him. Instead, you sat down at the corner table you’d nabbed for your own, and watched everyone having fun, amused and quietly laughing to yourself. It made you happy that there were so many people here celebrating Seokjin. 

Your brother was poking around what was left of the buffet, and your father and Yeonja were slow dancing together in the middle of the dancefloor. When the song changed abruptly, you watched them break apart awkwardly, unsure of how to continue. Your sister was sat on the opposite side of the room, on her phone, but occasionally you caught her glancing up and watching Hoseok who was now busting out some moves while Kang struggled to keep up. (Fun fact: Hoseok was a trained street dancer. You’d found out tonight.) Ah, not only was he way too old for her, but he was also gay. Maybe she’d realise both on her own, if not you’d let her down gently later. Jungkook was dancing with Haram. She was laughing as he spun her around. They both looked like they were having fun, which was nice to witness. It was a far cry from their behaviour at your dinner party all those weeks ago. 

Seokjin’s brother and wife were dancing with Taeoh and Jiu. His parents must be outside – crazy people. Namjoon and Yeeun were sat on a table; he whispered in her ear and made her giggle. Mari walked over, unintentionally interrupting them. Yuna and Jimin were nowhere to be seen. 

While deep in concentration, a figure suddenly leaned over you, blocking your view, and you looked up to see a joyful looking Seokjin. His face was flushed and his eyes shiny, but he wasn’t drunk. Now that you were close to the end, he refused to touch even a drop of alcohol. Just in case. 

He held out his hand. “Care to dance with me, my beautiful lady?” 

“How about a shuffle?” 

He chuckled. “I would want nothing more than to shuffle with you.” 

With a grin, you took his hand, and he helped your stiff body up. You needed to dance at least once, or just get on the dancefloor. Thankfully, the song changed as you got there, something slow and meaningful again. You looped your arms around his neck as he wrapped his around your waist and started to sway slowly. He looked hot in a tux. If you had the energy, you’d rough it up later tonight. Unfortunately, that wouldn’t be the case. 

“Happy early birthday,” you said, kissing him. 

One of Seokjin’s palms slid to your bump as he smiled against your mouth. He pulled back slightly. “I’m looking forward to my early gift.” 

“I love you, you know that, don’t you?” You didn’t know what it was, possibly the lyrics in the song you were dancing to, but the love you felt for him seemed to want to burst out of you. 

“I do know that,” he replied, his smile turning into a cheeky grin. “I love you more, though.” 

Laughing at how ridiculous he was, you gazed into one another’s eyes and continued to slow dance, Sarang in the middle. Even when the song shifted. Neither of you cared that you weren’t in time to the music. But before long, Yuna appeared at your side, tugging your arm. 

“I’m stealing your woman,” she told Seokjin, who knew not to put up too much of a fight. She dragged you into the centre of the room. “I’ve been waiting for you to get on the floor all night!” 

Well, she best make the most of it because she had exactly three more minutes before you gave out. You weren’t even moving your feet as she held your hands and moved your arms up and down, but you were both having fun, laughing and making noise. You span her around at one point, then felt a throb in your lower back. That was it. 

“Yuna, I can’t do anymore,” you shouted over the music, one hand clutching the offending area. 

“Party pooper!” she yelled, but she was grinning as she said it, kissing your cheek before you hobbled off, your feet killing you. 

You made your way back to your corner, flopping down on the chair with a groan. Seokjin had disappeared again, but you didn’t mind. You needed five. Unless your bladder decided it wanted to be emptied again. You’d spent enough of your time in the restroom already. As you were sending a silent prayer to your bladder, you felt a twinge low in your stomach. You didn’t think much of it as you’d been experiencing similar things for a few days anyway. At your last doctor’s appointment, it had been confirmed that your bump had dropped, and Dr. Choi had said you might start experiencing some aches and twinges here and there as labour drew closer. 

However, that twinge did feel a lot stronger, and your back was burning, but maybe it was because you’d been more active tonight than you had been for days – weeks even. As you shifted uncomfortably in your seat, your lower back continued to throb. Your pain was interrupted by Kang coming over. He was breathing hard and sweat was beading from his hairline. The chair scraped across the floor as he threw himself down. “Not feeling it either?” you asked through gritted teeth. 

“Hoseok doesn’t even know I’m gone,” he laughed weakly, then furrowed his brow when he took you in. “You okay?” 

“I think I’ve hit my limit tonight,” you admitted, rubbing the underside of your bump. Maybe you should go find Seokjin and tell him you were going home. He could stay here, you didn’t mind, and you didn’t want to ruin his night. You were sure your dad could take you back, he hadn’t been drinking either because he had to drive back to the hotel he, Yeonja and your siblings were staying at for the night. 

“Should I ask one of the waiting staff for some water?” Kang asked, sounding concerned. 

You shook your head. “I’m fine.” Then belatedly remembered your manners. “Thank you.” 

Kang didn’t look like he believed you. 

“THERE YOU ARE!” Hoseok’s screech of a voice made you both jump, and you winced. Shit, your back felt as if it was on fire. “Don’t think you can sneak away from me, lover,” he told Kang, pulling at his hands. “Come dance again!” He noticed you then. “Hey, ____!” Then noticed your expression, instantly worried. “What’s wrong?” 

You sucked in a breath. “Nothing.” 

“It’s not nothing,” Kang said. He leaned over, brows knitted together. “Are you sure you’re all right? You look like you’re in pain.” 

You felt another—something. “I just—it’s just twinges.” They both saw your grimace. This wasn’t just a twinge. It was going on for a little longer, something inside you clenching. Stomach muscles maybe, or something else… “I should find Seokjin.” You jumped up with a buoyancy you didn’t know you had anymore, panic and pain driving your body. 

“Maybe he stepped outside. Let me—” 

Kang stopped abruptly when the sound of liquid splashed on the floor. There wasn’t much of it, and it was a similar sound to when you had a mug of tea filled too full and some slid over the brim and onto the floor as you walked. Only it was coming from between your legs, so it wasn’t tea. And you weren’t holding a mug. 

“Is that…?” The colour drained from Hoseok’s face, which did nothing for your nerves. You stared wide-eyed at Kang. You needed him right now. He was a nurse. He could make sense of the situation. Had you peed yourself? It wouldn’t be the first time. 

“____, don’t panic,” Kang began calmly, “but I think you might be in labour.” 

“I can’t be.” You shook your head, adamant. Or maybe it was because you couldn’t be going into labour here. Surrounded by your family and friends and even some people you didn’t know. “I’m not due yet. My doctor said I might feel some—things but I—” 

“____, your waters have broken,” Kang interrupted. Firmer this time. 

“Oh God, not here.” You crumbled, heart starting to race ninety to the dozen.

“Sit back down,” he ordered softly, getting you back down into the chair. You felt damp between your legs and your socks felt slightly wet and gross. “Hoseok, go and find Jin – as discreetly as possible,” he added, looking around. 

Good. The last thing you wanted to do was gain attention. But for how long that would be possible, you had no idea. You were in labour in the middle of a party. 

“On it,” Hoseok nodded purposefully and disappearing. 

No sooner had he gone, Jungkook was appearing in his place. “What’s going on here?” He wiggled his eyebrows. “ ____, wanna dance?” 

“I don’t think she’s up to it right now,” Kang replied, his hand on your back. 

Jungkook’s eyes widened as he took you in, and got wider when he noticed the floor. “Oh shit. Are you having the baby?” 

“She’s in labour, yes,” Kang answered for you. 

“Where’s Jin?” 

“Hobi went to find him.” He tugged on Jungkook’s suit jacket. “Come here, crowd a little so people don’t realise what’s going on.” 

Obliging, he hid you from view, the front of his shoe in your amniotic fluid! You made a strangled noise, but he didn’t seem to care. “Are you okay?” he asked, and he sounded panicked. 

“Sort of,” you winced, moving a little because of your back. “I’m a little mortified if anything.” 

In truth, you couldn’t quite believe it was happening. Surely you would have realised earlier? And surely you should be in more pain? You mean, yes, you were in pain right now, but shouldn’t it be worse? Or maybe it just hadn’t kicked in properly yet. Oh God, the thought made you nervous. Your hand was shaking as you brought it over your mouth, breathing out slowly. 

“There’s nothing to be embarrassed about,” Jungkook insisted. “I guess Sarang wanted to be a part of the fun too.” 

You managed a smile, grateful he was trying to make a joke. “Fuck, I really hope she won’t be born right here right now.” 

“You have a good few hours yet,” Kang reassured, still rubbing your back. “Don’t worry—” 

“____!” Seokjin exclaimed, racing towards you, shoes skidding on the floor. There was nothing discreet about the father of your baby. Not that you cared right now, you just wanted him. 

You reached out for him in panic, gripping his hand as he got closer. “Seokjin, she’s coming!” 

Kang moved so Seokjin could take his seat. “This suddenly?” he asked, taking over rubbing your back. You knew what he was thinking. He’d only seen you twenty minutes ago. His eyes were wide, his breathing coming out in loud puffs. 

“My back’s been aching more than usual today,” you started babbling. “I didn’t realise at first, I just thought it was—” You stopped when you felt another tightening sensation and looked up at Kang. “Are these contractions?” 

He nodded. “You’ve probably been in latent labour for a few hours.” 

Seokjin let out a shaky sigh. “We need to get to the birthing centre.” 

“Call first,” Kang advised. “You might get there just to be sent home otherwise.” 

“But she’s in labour!” Jungkook cried, then immediately clamped is jaw shut. Kang looked around but there was no one near your corner. Most people were on the dancefloor or outside. 

“Let’s go somewhere quieter at least,” Seokjin said, stroking some of your hair. “Yeah?” he murmured, kissing your cheek. 

You nodded, thankful. You didn’t want to be inside here one second longer. “Where are our parents?” 

“They’re all sat in the gazebo. Jiu’s running around like Road Runner out there. She’s even tiring Taeoh out.” 

Despite the situation, that got a laugh out of you. Jiu was getting confident on her tiny, little feet now. She was turning into a terror. 

“I’ll go let them know. You go,” Hoseok said. 

Seokjin smiled. “Thanks, Hobi.” He helped you up carefully. “Come on, let’s get you in the car. I’ll call the centre from there.” Leaning on him, he kissed your temple. “You’re okay,” he murmured.

“I’m okay,” you confirmed, psyching yourself up more than anything. You could do this. You had this. 

Kang stayed behind to wait for Hoseok while Jungkook followed you both as you tried to make a quick and undiscovered exit. You made it out the room successfully before you remembered something – no wait, someone. You clutched Seokjin’s arm. “Wait, where’s Yuna? I need her.” You needed your best friend. 

Jungkook looked back into the party. “I’ll go find her.” 

It was cold outside, but it was nice. You felt as if you’d been boiling up inside. You sat in the passenger’s seat of Seokjin’s car with the door open as he crouched in front of you, stroking up and down your thighs. 

“____! Oh my God,” Yuna cried, bursting out of the building, Jimin and Kang at her heels. The latter had your coat. 

“Yuna, a bit quieter,” Seokjin hissed, standing up. 

“Sorry,” she panted, her handbag gripped in her fingers. “Oh my God.” She got down low on the floor, replacing Seokjin. “Glob is coming!”

“I’m aware.” You felt another twinge—no, contraction—and held yourself rigid. 

She fussed over you a minute while Seokjin paced behind her. Jimin and Kang were talking quietly among themselves. “Did your waters break?” she asked. They didn’t for some, and you’d both been wondering if it would happen for you. 

“Yes. Oh shit, the floor!” Your neck snapped up and you stared over at Kang. 

“Jungkook asked someone for a mop and bucket, don’t worry. He said it was champagne.” 

Before you could squawk in horror – although, you had to admit that was very sweet of him to do that for you to avoid mortification – Seokjin’s phone started ringing. As he moved closer to you, you heard his mom’s frantic voice, but couldn’t make anything out. 

“It’s fine, mom. Everything’s fine,” Seokjin told her evenly, shooting calmness through your veins. If he could stay in one piece, so could you. Maybe. 

“I’m going to call the centre to see if we can check in. I’ll call you when I know more, all right?” His mother responded with something and he chuckled. “I will, don’t worry… Tell Minsoo and Yeonja she’s doing okay, please… Thank you. I better go. Bye.” 

Seokjin immediately got up the contact for the birth centre but made sure to check on you before he hit call, even as Yuna buzzed between you both. You squeezed his hand, trying to stay calm despite everything. The time had finally come, you were going to have your baby.  

Written 2022 - 2023. Please refrain from posting my work elsewhere. No translations allowed. © floralseokjin 2023

[redheadspark]

hi ! idk if you’re still doing requests/or do requests at all, but I saw one you did for joe quinn and I was just wondering if you could write something along the lines of joe doing all the press for stranger things and he hasn’t seen the reader in like months and they both just miss each other like crazy ? 🥺

A/N: This is very cute and I quite love a romantic ask! I shall do my best for you :)

I Found You

Summary: It's one thing to watch him on the screen and in interviews, but it's another to hold him in your arms.

Warnings: Just some cute fluffiness :)

"It's gonna be awhile until we can be together again, so listen to this song when you miss me, okay? We'll be together again, I promise,"

Joe told you that months ago when he was going to be leaving for a press tour with Stranger Things, giving you one of his loving stares as you two were snuggled together in bed, the night before he would leave. Of course you knew he was going to be MIA most of the day, going from one interview to the next along with photoshoots and press junkets. The mass amount of attention he was getting from Stranger Things was making him beyond busy and beyond popular in the public eye. He was ready for it since this was not his first acting job. But his previous work has never been this intense and this massive, then again this was Stranger Things. So when his press tour schedule came, making him be away more merely 3 months, his face was crestfallen when he was looking at it with you in bed.

Georgia, wrap me up in all you

I want you in my arms

Oh let me, hold ya

I'll never let you go again like I did

When I used to say-

You were saddened yourself, but you never showed it. Joe deserved to get all the love and attention he was getting from being on a famous Netflix show, and you knew that came to sacrifices and time away from you and his family and friends. But he was more concerned with you, you two were very attached and private in your lives together. However, sitting down and talking to him about it, you knew he had to go since it was part of his job and he wouldn't be gone forever.

"Call me when it's stressful," You made him promise the morning he was leaving, "Or when you're overwhelmed. I don't mind hearing you rant to me about anything and everything, Joe. It's gonna be okay, and we'll be back together before you know it,"

"I would never fall in love again until I found her,"

I said, "I would never fall unless its you I'd fall into,"

I was lost within the darkness, but then I found her

I found you.

Those 3 months that he was away seemed like forever. The apartment seemed quieter without his laugh being heard from your talks or his deep voice against your ear when you two would hug. His own aura that was warm and inviting seemed to be lost or slipped away, maybe making your home feel a bit bland without him there. You still went to work and hung out with friends to get by on the rougher nights, but it wasn't the same. And it wasn't that you were a dependable girlfriend and only relied on Joe to get by.

You just missed him.

Watching his panels and interviews he was on gave you some sense of relief. It was nice to see that he was enjoying himself in his space, laughing with the interviewers and chuckling with his co-stars with the random games and antics. You grinned from seeing that smile on the screen, to see how his brown eyes shined in the camera lights and the curls in his hair that were trying to be tamed. Perhaps seeing him and hearing his voice on the TV screen or on the phone was a bit better. Not all the way, but a bit better.

You two would text, Joe made sure to text you every night before you would fall asleep. He tried his best to make sure he would send you a loving message everyday, and his phone call were just as meaningful. You two would chat on the pone every other day, mostly when he had spare time or was done for the day with anything that was on his schedule. Joe telling you how it was going and which interviews were good and which were terrible. You lit up every time he would call you, just hearing his voice made your entire day beyond wonderful and worthwhile. Even when the phone calls were short, or when Joe had to vent and let out all that harboring him on that day, you savored every phone call. And at the end of each one before you both hung up, Joe would tell you every time.

"I'm gonna play our song so I won't be missin' you as much. I love you,"

Georgia, pull me in

I asked to love her once again

You fell, I caught you

I'll never let you go again like I did

Oh I used to say,

It was't your idea, not at first really. Your best girlfriend was coaxing you to come out to a met and greet. According to you, you were under state assumption it was for a local Comic Con that was in town for the weekend, the less known celebrities were going to be there along with more of the Indie flicks and hot selling books. You decided to go, you had nothing else going on that weekend and it was better than wallowing in the house. Joe was extra busy that week was not able to chat with you on the phone, which made your heart ache for him a bit. But you already waited this long, and perhaps a week or two more should not be unbearable.

You were walking along the hallways, seeing booth after booth with merchandise and artwork for sale. It's only been an hour into the time you were there, your friend typing away on her phone and then giving you a look.

"So, wanna hit that panel in a few minutes and then we can get some lunch?" She asked in a raised eyebrow. You nodded, seeing her give you a soft shove on her shoulder with yours, "I know you miss him. But who knows, he could be coming back anytime soon,"

"I know," You hummed in a reply, "God, I sound pathetic in how much I miss him," Your friend chuckled, shaking her head.

"You don't," She answered, "You love him, and he loves you. "

You knew that for certain, and seeing his face as Eddie Munson on some of the merchandise everywhere you looked there seemed like a dull ache. You ever walked by a particular booth and saw some great drawings of him as his character, you grinned as you pointed with your finger.

"Never thought I would like him with long hair," You commented in a snort, finally cracking a small smile.

"I'll grow it out then for you,"

You froze, looking behind you within an instant since you knew voice far too well. But recently you've heard it on the screen or on your phone. Yet now, now it sounded real.

Joe, standing right in front of you and grinning from ear to ear.

Your body moved, gliding even, before you could stop yourself or make yourself slow down. But you were in his arms within seconds, almost knocking him over as he held you just as tight. Forgetting that you were in a public space and some people were staring and watching, only holding him close and breathing him. Everything felt real in his hold, the warmth of his skin, his clothes that were always soft to the touch, and his smile against your head as you two were hugging each other tightly. Time slowed down, maybe it was at a standstill in your mind. But you didn't care, not with Joe there.

"Come with me, come on," Joe said against your head, you feeling him tug you along and your body going with him, He tucked his arm around you and your head was ducked into his neck, feeling him guide you both out of the main room you were in. You clung on for dear life, not wishing to let him go as you finally found secluded space. The noise died down, it was even darkened a bit.

"I wanted to get us out of there....hey," Joe cooed against your head since you were still ducking your head and feeling some tears coming out. He rubbed your shoulders and your back, sensing that you were a bit emotional, "It's okay! Please don't cry, alright? I wanted to surprise you and meet you here!"

"I know I just..." You sniffled, getting your hands up to push your tears away, "I missed you so goddamn much,"

Joe moved to cradled your face and make up look up at him. His eyes were shining down at you, the distinct curls that you loved and craved were on top of his head, and the small look of stubble coming in along his cheeks and jawline were enough to know that he was there.

3 months felt like 3 years in your mind.

"I missed you too, more than anything I missed you," he replied softly, searching your eyes with his own with adoration there. You grinned as he kept talking, "This past week was hell since I was wishing I could be home with you. But hey, we're going to go away for awhile. Just us,"

"Really?" You asked, Joe grinning from hearing the hope in your voice and seeing it in your eyes.

"Absolutely. I don't wanna be away from you for that long ever again, not for some time, okay? Let's go on a holiday, just the two of us,"

You melted in his arms as you two kissed in the dark corridor, no one else to see. His hardships were your own, and maybe these last 3 months away from one another was some kind of trial run of what was to come. But it wasn't going to be too bad, not when you knew Joe was willing to hold onto you just as hard as you were going to hold onto him.

"I would never fall in love again until I found her,"

I said, "I would never fall unless its you I'd fall into,"

I was lost within the darkness, but then I found her

I found you.

The End.

[the-himawari]

A3! Magazine Interview Translation - B’s-LOG March 2023 [Special Interview]

The Cute Side of Adult Men ♥

Bringing you an interview with Itaru and Sakyo! We’re taking a closer look at their mature and cute charms.

*Please read disclaimer on blog

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Q: Please tell us about your impressions of the cover photoshoot!

Itaru: They put a lot of effort into our hair and makeup, didn’t they? They made lots of curls with a flat iron, so I wondered how it was going to turn out. The end result was nicely balanced though. I was impressed. Also, I’m rather used to wearing pink for my stage costumes, but seeing Sakyo-san in that colour felt pretty fresh.

Sakyo: I felt uneasy when I saw myself in the mirror, but I went along with it since I know we should leave these things to the professionals. However… I was surprised that they ended up using that shot where I’m holding my glasses in my hand. We took a lot of photos where I had my glasses on too.

Q: What makes you think you’re glad you became an adult?

Itaru: The fact that I can spend my time and money on anything and no one can question me about it. It left a pretty big impression on me when first I left home to live on my own and everything, including my life rhythm, was up to me. However, everything was also my own responsibility and I had to work in order to live…

Sakyo: This guy is living with all of us at the dorm, so I’d like to correct his life rhythm… but it’s like talking to a wall, so I’m at a loss. For me, I’d rather be able to work than anything else. We receive money as compensation for the work that we put in according to our duties. I’m thankful for society.

Q: Has your impression of the other person changed from when you first joined the theatre troupe until now?

Itaru: At first, he seemed like a ruthless, OP demon king final boss. But he was an unexpectedly compassionate person… I mean, I’m not sure if I should say this in front of the guy himself, but my image of him changed dramatically. I won’t go into the details, but he left a strong first impression.

Sakyo: Let’s stop there. From my point of view, Chigasaki… indeed, my impression might have changed as well. He looks like an actor who can pull everything off flawlessly, but he has a surprisingly clumsy passion. We haven’t formally co-starred yet apart from the MANKAI Show where all the members participated. But I would like to try acting alongside this guy properly one day.

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[asnowfern]

Something Sweet and Floral

Summary: Elain meets the most chaotic florist while picking up flowers for Feyre's pre-wedding photoshoot. Modern Florist AU.

for @elainweekofficial Day 5: Blooming Buds (But I really just wanted to write an Elucien Modern Florist AU)

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Elain looked up from the GPS on her phone as the traffic light beeps, signaling her to cross the junction. Glancing down at the map, she turned around the corner where the florist which she was meant to pick up Feyre's pre-wedding photoshoot flowers should be. Her eyes lit up when she saw the bright sign "Flowers from Exile" and pushed the glass door open, chiming the little bell attached at the top.

"Hello? I am here to pick up an order for-" the words died at Elain's lips. 

The store was in chaos - stalks of roses, baby breaths, different varieties of leaves and coloured wrapping papers were strewn all over the floor. It was as if a hurricane had swept through the place. In the middle of the chaos sat a redheaded couple arguing fiercely. 

"No! You start with the core flowers in the middle and build the bouquet around it." the lady growled, "We have been at this for an hour! How do you not know this after running this place for two years?" 

The guy visibly bristled, "The arrangement was for you to manage the front-end operations so we, as I quote, do not fuck up your flowers ." 

Having decided she had listened enough, Elain lightly cleared her throat to draw their attention. The pair stared at her with wide eyes for one comically long moment. 

The female was the first to recover, "Hi, welcome! Sorry about the mess, two of our staff decided to go on a two week-long trip of self enlightenment to discover themselves together and left us with minimal help with no notice." she paused, realising she was going off tangent and cleared her throat, "Anyway, how may I help you?"

Elain gave a polite smile, "I'm here to pick up an order for Feyre Archeron?" 

The shopkeeper's eyes lit up in recognition, "Yes, the midnight blue hydrangea and white rose mix!" she looked to the back of the shop and gave an apologetic look, "I just need to do some final touches. Would you mind just waiting a couple of minutes?" 

At Elain's reassurance, the redheaded lady disappeared behind the counter, leaving her co-worker in the middle of the sea of floral debris. The male heaved a sigh as he made to pick up the mess, stalks of flowers still in his hand still grumbling under his breath. Elain hid a smile.

"It's all about the grip on the core flowers and tying them together as you go" Elain piped up. The guy looked up with a bemused look on his face.

"If I may," Elain added before picking up a couple of stray roses and swiftly arranged them into a tightly knitted heart. She snapped a rubber band over the stems and continued, "Layering the flowers doesn't just mean circling on more and more flowers." 

She picked a stalk of baby's breath and weaved it through and around the roses. She toyed with the budding bouquet, adding more baby's breath and Caspia, sharing her train of thought as she went along. Elain flashed the guy an encouraging smile and handed over the semi-completed bouquet.

"Sorry for the wait," The lady came back to the front of the store holding a large but beautiful bouquet. She immediately zeroed in on the flowers in her colleague's hand and whistled, "Wow, did you do that? It's gorgeous."

Elain blushed at the compliment as she took the bouquet, "Oh, it's nothing. Your bouquets are stunning!" 

The florist brightened at the compliment, "That's great to hear! But seriously, are you by any chance free to work part-time for the next two weeks?" she asked, only half jokingly. 

Elain looked up from the bouquet in surprise, "Really?" 

The florist pondered for a moment before taking the half completed bouquet and handed it back to Elain, "Finish it." 

Elain reached for the flowers and gave it an appraising look. With a well-practiced ease, she untied the rubber band and adjusted the structure slightly. She soon passed back the finished product - a rustic, countryside rose bouquet complemented by Caspia and cotton flowers, and finished with eucalyptus leaves.

"You've done this before." the florist commented as she thumbed through the bouquet.

"I ran a small online service during my undergrad days but I stopped after graduation when work got hectic" Elain admitted, "But I'm currently on a study break for my post grad studies." 

The lady grinned and stuck out her hand, "Well, if you would have us for the next two weeks, I'm Vassa and grumpy pants over there is Lucien. Your temporary visa to the band of exiles has been approved. Welcome onboard." 

Elain returned the grin as she shook on it.

***

Elain adjusted her lilac blouse and dark pants before entering the store. Lucien's email stated nothing about a dress code but smart casual was always the way to go. 

"Good morning" she greeted Vassa as she entered and placed a small box on the counter, "I brought double chocolate muffins." 

"Ooooh, is that from the bakery down by ninth avenue?" Vassa asked, peeking into the box. "Buying favour with sweet treats, I see. I like the way you think, Archeron." 

Elain beamed in return. Vassa took her through the store's operations as she munched through a muffin. Elain quickly learnt that the store was mainly run by Vassa, Lucien and another of their partner, Jurian. Jurian and Lucien managed the back-end operations from logistics to accounts and social media engagement, leaving Vassa focused on designing and crafting beautiful flower arrangements.

It was well into the afternoon as Elain peered into the iPad to start on her next creation, a cheerful sunflower table piece. After ascertaining her abilities to recreate the bouquet designs, Vassa had passed the ropes to Elain to finish up the orders while she worked on the design of the floral arches they had been commissioned for. 

Lucien stepped out from the back office with a camera, declaring "I need new behind the scenes content for our social media platforms.".

Vassa shook her head from behind an exceedingly complicated archway, "It's going to take me quite a while with this." she paused, "Unless Elain doesn't mind?"

Elain looked up from her work counter, "What do I need to do?" 

"Just pretend he doesn't exist," Vassa reassured, her attention back to sticking more flowers into the archway, "The clips are mostly little snippets of us arranging the flowers. We wouldn’t include your face for privacy."

Elain nodded, uncertain but in agreement. She returned to her table piece, her movements now a little stiff and stilted. 

Lucien's expression turned thoughtful as Elain started on a new bouquet and suggested, "Why don't you walk me through your process."

Elain pondered for a moment and stared at the stalks of roses and rose sprays, "The starting point is to know the centerpiece of the arrangement." Her hands moved along to gather the mentioned flora. 

Lucien nodded in encouragement while he surreptitiously started the camera rolling. He kept the conversation going, peppering Elain with leading questions that had her relaxing back into her work.

"How did you get into flowers?" he asked as Elain carefully smoothed and folded the wrapping paper around the flowers.

"I always loved gardening. Using the spare flowers lying around to decorate the house seemed natural," she responded before sporting a wry smile, "I may have then gone down a spiral of endless how-to YouTube videos on floral arrangements." 

"Looking at your bouquets, I'd say that's time well-spent." Lucien said, hiding a smirk when Elain blushed. "Well, I think I got all I needed for the page. I'll send you a link to review the clips before we upload them." 

***

"You'll be ok running the storefront by yourself? Lucien will be able to deal with anyone problematic but feel free to contact me at any point." Vassa said apologetically as she loaded the final frame of the arches into the van. 

"We'll be fine," Elain assured, waving her off, "You just stay focused on the event." 

Elain let Vassa fret while they did a final check. Eventually, she huffed and all but pushed her into the front of the van where Jurian already had the engine running, giving the duo a final wave as they drove off. 

Lucien was loading a fresh shipment of flowers when she entered the shop, his arm muscles flexing and stretching the rolled up sleeves deliciously. Elain allowed herself one moment to appreciate the sight, her gaze settling on the back of his fitted pants which did nothing to hide that tight ass. There was no denying the attraction she felt towards her manager, the man was gorgeous. 

"It's just the both of us today, huh?" she remarked in what she hoped was a light unaffected tone.

"Yep." he replied, his lips popping the 'p', "I'll work from the counter instead of the office today."

Elain had the words to persuade him otherwise poised and ready but found herself flashing him a smile instead, "It'll be fun." 

Apart from a demanding customer's refusal to accept that their bouquet could not be delivered together with the pie from a cafe down the street, the day went by without a hitch. Elain had soon found herself deep in thought as she figured out how to close up as slow as humanly possible. 

"Would you like to grab dinner?" A distant voice sounded.

"Elain?" There was that voice again.

A hand waved over her face, snapping her out of her stupor. 

"Wha-?"

Lucien gave a bemused smile, "Would you like to grab dinner?" 

"S-sure" she stuttered, lifting her palms to relieve some of the warmth gathering in her face. "Where to?"

"Fancy a pie?" he asked, eyes twinkling in mischief. Elain laughed in agreement.

***

"Well, aren't you a sight for sore eyes." A leering voice sneered. 

Elain hid a cringe and quickly schooled her expression and surveyed the guy next to her coolly. His drunkenness obvious from the flushed expression and putrid breath. Elain turned stiffly back to the display of pie selection, ignoring him. 

“Hey, I’m talking to you.” he snapped, his hand reaching to grab her arm. Elain instantly recoiled, her back hitting a firm chest.  

“Everything alright?” 

Elain internally sighed in relief at the familiar masculine voice. She scooted closer to Lucien, her body pressed against his body and said in a honey sweet voice, “Fine, babe.” 

Elain felt a strong arm circled around her waist, the grip light but firm. The muscle in Lucien’s jaw feathered as he took in the drunken man. 

“Do we have a problem?” he asked coolly, his chin tilted up as he leveled a threatening glare at the guy. 

“No.” the drunk finally spat out, throwing out a swear at them before turning to leave.

“You ok?” Lucien murmured into her ear, the gentle voice raising goosebumps down her spine, his arm still firmly closed around her waist. 

“I’m fine,” she gave a reassuring smile before commenting brightly, “More importantly, I have decided on a pie.” 

Lucien looked torn for a moment before a chuckle finally won out, “So have I.” 

As it happens, the pies were delicious. 

“Maybe you guys should consider partnering with them.” Elain later suggested when they were on the road, Lucien giving her a lift home. “You could package it as the perfect pick-me-up gift.” 

“The pies?” Lucien’s expression turned contemplative, “That is actually a really good idea.” 

“Actually?” she drawled, “Should I be insulted?”

 Lucien sputtered as he raised his hands, “It was a compliment!” 

Elain grinned, “I know. I was just messing with you.” 

“No wonder you get along so well with Vassa.” he grumbled as he pulled over at the roadside outside her apartment. She flashed a cheeky smile as she got off, thanking him for the ride. It was only after she entered her flat that she collapsed on the couch, raising her hands to close over her racing heart, willing it to settle. 

Her phone chimed as she was getting into bed. It was the link to the footage Lucien had edited for their Instagram page. Elain scrolled through the clips, admiring the editing. He had even managed to salvage the shots from the first bouquet, editing it in a stop motion-like style. 

Her phone dinged again.

The last couple of photographs are not intended for posting. I just thought they were too lovely to delete. - Lucien

Elain scrolled to the end in curiousity, gasping when she saw the photos. They were all pictures of her smiling and laughing. Through his lens, Elain never felt prettier. She clicked “save” to download before she set her phone down and drifted to wonderland, dreaming about large warm hands and russet eyes.  

***

“I should fire my staff and hire you instead.” Vassa sighed as she watched Elain pack up the little belongings she had accumulated over the past 2 weeks. 

“My school term resumes tomorrow.” Elain reminded her, giving her tote bag one last lookover. 

“Pshhh. Who needs a MBA when you can have unlimited flowers.” Vassa huffed. 

Elain gave her an unimpressed look, “Didn’t the three of you meet during your MBA programme?” 

Vassa turned to look away and said loftily, “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”  

Elain hummed distractedly in response as she stared at the closed door of the office, acutely aware of the male sitting inside. Vassa followed her gaze and the edges of her mouth curled upwards, “But I guess it’s not flowers that would keep you around.” 

Elain flushed and muttered, “I don’t think he’s interested.” 

Vassa snorted loudly, asking after a long moment, “You can’t possibly think that.”  

Elain started to respond when her phone rang from an unknown number. Frowning, she stepped out of the shop. It turned out to be one of the vendors for Feyre’s wedding, calling to confirm the tasting schedule they had scheduled later in the day. Elain turned to return only to bump into a familiar chest. 

“Elain! I thought you’ve left.” Lucien called out, continuing when she simply blinked up at him, “You know, we are engaged to do the floral decoration for the Velarian wedding next month.”

She frowned, giving him a befuddled look, “Yes?” 

“The couple had extended the invitation for us to stay for the reception.” 

“O-kay?” 

“Would you like to be my date for the wedding?” he finished, and placed a bouquet and a box into her hands. 

Elain whipped her head up in surprise before asking incredulously, “Are you asking me to be your plus one for my sister’s wedding?” 

“Yes.” Lucien replied smoothly, “Yes, I am. Coupled with our latest offering - the Elain set.” 

Confused, Elain looked into the box - it was the blackberry pie she had the other evening. Her mouth widened into a smile, “The Elain set?” 

“It’s a pick-me-up package. Designed to cheer up anyone’s day” he added, pulling her in close, “Just as all Elains do.”     

“Is that right?” she asked breathily, staring deep into russet eyes, “What if I would like the Lucien package instead?” 

“That was supposed to be a later offering.” he teased, “But I guess you could have it now too.” And with that, he leaned in to capture her lips in a searing kiss.

End

[fillinforlater]

Eleven to One: Impossible Taming

Male Reader x Ahn Yujin

Length: 3402 words

Tags: Daddy Kink, Brat, Brat Taming, Degredation, Ruining, feet fucking/licking/kink, face fucking, breeding kink, submission, teasing, dom!Reader, brat!Yujin

TW: Self-Edited, Breeding Kink, Degredation

Inspiration: heavy Yujin BFH by the following pics

(A/N: This one is the beginning of an entire Universe! Co-written and continuous collaboration with @sooyadelicacies! Check them out, leave a follow and get ready for more of this kind from his side, while I focus on something more story based.)

“Look at this here, Daddy.” Sent by Yujin.

A swipe and your phone is unlocked. Work has been going so well, and yet you still look at the picture your girlfriend Yujin sent to you. What could possibly go wrong?

“Hey, baby girl. Marie-Claire? Why didn't you tell me you had a shoot for them?”

"Because I wanted to surprise my Daddy..." Sent by Yujin.

"Well, it's a welcome surprise for sure. I'm at work baby girl, but now you have me all hot and bothered. I can’t focus, it’s annoying.”

“Wouldn’t you like these lips on something, Daddy? Isn’t work sooooo tiring?” Sent by Yujin.

“Don't start with me baby girl. You know I work very hard to provide for your spoiled ass.”

“Thanks for your work, Daddy. How stupid of me to forget this. Maybe my dumb, spoiled ass needs a good spanking... don't you wanna make it all red like my lips, daaadddyyy?” Sent by Yujin

You can basically feel her smirk from across town while typing that. Either she sits in your apartment and is bored watching TV or she is downtown after a photoshoot, buying boba. It doesn’t really matter, she is too distracting right now. 

“Ahn Yujin, stop being such a brat. I'm busy.”

“Daddy, look at what I put on today.” Sent by Yujin.

You take a deep breath before looking at the picture. This game your girlfriend likes to play is dangerous for your effectiveness during working hours, but also one hell of a turn on. Just like her in that expensive outfit.

“I don't want you showing off your legs and feet like that in public, baby girl.”

“Uh, but I Iove how people stare. Especially the girls. Eunbi-unnie and Yuri-unnie touched them all the time. 'Accidentally'. When I think about it, their touch was maybe better than yours…” Sent by Yujin. 

“Then why don't you go and bother them instead of me. I'm at work.”

“Okay then. I'll send you updates about their small hands on my thighs and feet, as they rub me off... then, I will kiss Eunbis lips, while Yuri licks everywhere-- sry didn't want to bother you.” Sent by Yujin. 

Calling Yujin’s bluff, you scoff. 

“Enjoy then.”

After half an hour, you have almost completely forgotten Yujin's advances. Work continues to be smooth sailing, the first couple of boxes get checked off, when suddenly your phone vibrates again. Without thinking twice, you open your messenger; 

A 5 second voice message by Yujin:

"Unnie~ ahhh, right there! Lick my clit, my untrimmed hair, yes! Oh god, Yuri-unnie! My feet, stop! They are sooo sens—"

Your eyes wander down in disbelief and read what she send after the short, moan-filled message;

"Damn, do I really need you? My slutty unnies do everything for my slender, hot body…” Sent by Yujin.

Narrowing your eyes and feeling fury boil throughout your body, you call the rest of the day off and bolt out of your office, speeding home. Yujin’s moans ring in your ear like a tinnitus and the only way to heal it is by getting to her and putting an end to this game. 

At least the roads have mercy on you, as the traffic is no hindrance for you. With screeching tires, you hit the parking lot closest to your apartment and sprint like a maniac to your front door, almost pushing it out of it’s frame. 

Yujin sits on her bed, alone, moaning yet another fake recording into her phone, before she sees you and smirks in the most smug way her face can express. Her dumbfounded words that follow make your blood boil:

“Hey, daddy~ Seems like the unnies already left. I'm satisfied and all, so you are too la—”

Surprised she'd continue the lie, your anger overwhelms you. You rush at her, then grab her wrist and slam her down on the bed. 

"You want to lie and play games with Daddy? I'm going to fucking punish you for being a spoiled little brat. Making me miss work, being a whore in public with that expensive outfit. I don't want another word from you Ahn Yujin, you got that?”

Yujin's eyes grow wide in excitement. Her beautiful hands move to cover her bright red lips as she gently nods. That was enough brattiness from her, time to fuck it out of her.

"Take those fucking slippers off baby girl. You don't show off your feet and legs like that in public. They belong to me. You know that."

Under your burning eyes, she carefully removes her shoes. Full of arousal, her gaze wanders to you. This unrelenting character always turns her on. A sudden gasp escapes her lips as she 'accidentally' drags a finger up her thighs and over her covered crotch.

"No. Did you not hear me? I fucking own you baby girl. Your pleasure comes second. Now lie on your stomach and raise your feet up. Don't worry baby girl, I'm going to fuck your feet, your lips, your pussy, and much more. The only noises I want to hear from you are slutty screams!”

Yujin couldn't move quicker. Just a spin and she is in the position you ordered her to. Her feet might wiggle tauntingly, but her face is flushed with excitement at the punishment you have in store for her. She knows she took things very far... and it makes her needy, hairy core drip.

You instantly dive your face into her feet, smelling them, feeling the softness on your face. You take her toes in your mouth wasting no time, getting them wet and licking across and in between them.

A moment of silence.

"Baby girl, why don't you have any polish?”

"The company and stylists are in charge of my looks for shoots and promotions. Daddy."

"I don't fucking care. You will wear white or black polish. You know those are my favorite. I'll even pay for them if you're a good girl in the future. I don't fucking care what your company or stylists want, you should only care about what Daddy wants." 

You pepper kisses on her soles, suck her toes and shove as much of her feet in your mouth as possible like a hungry baby.

Yujin puts two fingers into her mouth to muffle her moans. She would gladly object and tell you that she does not want to lose her job, but as her face melts under your tongue, so does her resolve.

Only for Daddy. These feet are only for her Daddy, and how the sucks on them makes her aroused to the point that any company rule or policy does not matter.

The need to free your solid cock makes you fish it out and you immediately start to smear precum on her toes and soles. Then, you slap the twitching rod all over her feet, making her gasp at the impressive size and hardness.

Moving her feet so her toes touch the bottom of your balls you exclaim.

"Do you feel how full my balls are, baby girl? So much load because you're a fucking brat. You want my cum on your feet? In your mouth? On your face? In your holes?"

"D-Daddy," Yujin moans out, trying to free her heated body out of the expensive dress--a touch challenge in this position. 

Her desperate eyes look back at you, then she whines: "Fuck my feet, because you love them so much! Fuck my face, because I'm such a bratty bitch! Cum in my a-ass... b-because I'm so spoiled i-it should s-spill..."

"Oh? Why don't you just get your IZONE members to please you? And don't you dare fucking try and get out of that dress, I'm going to rip it off of you." 

Momentarily alarmed, Yujin doesn't want the expensive outfit ripped. 

"Wait Daddy, the dress belongs to the company and..."

"Then how about I paint it, huh?" 

Your shout of annoyance reaches Yujin, but she has no time to respond. Swiftly, you align your cock and start fucking her saliva covered feet. Their perfect softness and incredible texture turn the heat of anger in you to arousal. 

Yujin should gasp or be shocked, but she just moans in ecstasy. The expensive dress, oh, it's so expensive. Everyone would be so mad, if you tore it or came on it.

Just the thought of getting exposed like this gets her high on pleasure, her tongues starting to fall out in between her beautiful lips. Barely, Yujin can get out a plea: 

"P-Please, n-no! D-Daddy, please, d-don't cum on it! Cum i-in me, your b-baby girl."

"Baby girl. I'm going to fucking cum on your feet, your mouth, your face, your holes. I'm going to fucking cum on your dress and rip it. You know why? Because then everyone will see who truly owns you. Not your former members, not your company, but me and me only. Daddy's naughty, bratty, breeding bitch of a baby girl."

"N-No! I-I can't let that h-happen!" 

A smug grin forms on your face. Yujin's feet feel great, and with her constant, dishonest cries, you have added motivation to completely ruin her. 

Suddenly, however, Yujin spins around, replacing her soles around your cock, with her puckered lips. Her arms wrap around your thighs, securing you tightly in her wet mouth. 

"What the fuck?! You dumb, bratty bitch still oppose me?! Fine then! I have plenty for your dress left, might as well fuck the brattyness out of your face!" 

And so you do: two hands bunch up her neatly made hair, turning it into a complete mess, while you force your entire cock down her throat. Your eyes lock with hers and her gags are louder than any screams she could throw at you.

Yujin obviously struggles with the huge blockade in her mouth, gagging is now inevitable. The fury in your veins makes your grip tighter and your fucking of her throat rougher. Yujin starts to drool. The droplets soon run down in streams. 

What makes you feel even more excited is seeing the drool start to mix with tears and mascara, a shame that such a gorgeous face is ruined by her own brattiness. 

And it all comes tumbling down, tumbling down, tumbling down her chin—and almost onto dress.

Shoving your cock just a bit further in her mouth, the drool stops to land on the luxurious fabric. All her fight and cleverness seems to have been for nothing, but she maybe didn’t even notice it.

"You know what I like, baby girl? You're always so expressive on stage, I've lost count of the ‘fuck me’ eyes you give during your performances, but now look at you. Tears and mascara, glassy eyes, a mighty cock plugging your slutty mouth; all because you're such a fucking brat."

Yujin probably has a feisty response up her sleeve. She always does. But at the mercy of the cock she is choking on, every word is literally stuck in her throat. 

All to hear is gag, gag and gag. Although you have full control of the pace you fuck her lipstick onto the base of your massive length, she still gives her best sucking, blowing and licking her Daddy's rod. 

"Oh, damn! You try to get me off, huh? Give me those fuck me eyes! Cmon! I bet they are just—" 

—glistening orbs. But even those are good enough to make you burst out of nowhere. A massive load lands in spurts: down her throat, in her mouth and spills from her lips. To your unspeakable delight, it also finds its way onto her dress.

Slowly dropping out your cock from her lips, cum drips and you place it over her dress. 

Looking down at her eye, she keeps an angry, but come fuck me bratty look in her eyes. 

"Fucking swallow it all, baby girl. All that cum is for you to drink."

Yujin obeys—with the most resilience she can muster in one glance. Then you pin her into the sheets. Your one hand keeps her wrists down, the other removes the lower part of her dress—slowly. 

"Ts, I thought you wanted to rip it apart from my slutty body," Yujin is able to whisper, sticky cum and a thuroughly fucked throat making it sloppy and hoarse. 

"I do as I please. And first of, I'll fucking fill your ass with my second load, you fucking whore!" 

The hand that exposed her glistening hole with barely cut, black hair above it, moves up and slaps her face. Yujin gasps at the sting of pain, but you don't stop there, spreading the remaining cum, saliva, tears, sweat and mascara across her cheeks, chin and temple. 

"Look at you! All the fans calling you pretty while on stage, ogling your body, and cumming to fancams of your breasts—and I don't even pay attention to them. See who owns you now!?" 

The girl beneath you takes a deep breath and stares back into your orbs. She might fight to get control over herself, to show some sort of opposition to your domination, yet she cannot hide how much she loves it. 

"Y-You can never make me yours! Fuck my mouth, my ass, my feet, fuck them all! But you never own me completely. I'll still go back to my life, thinking about other stuff than you. Do what you want, Daddy! Hell, tear my dress apart... it's stained already!" 

This is Yujin's beg. This is why she is the brat that is hardest to please. You can easily fulfill these needs, make her cum, cum on her body, but she could still switch you out. 

There is only one thing you can do. You align your hard cock with her pussy and speak in a calm and victorious voice: "I noticed you tense up and sparkle, when I mentioned you being my breed bitch. So how about I fill your pussy to the brim and make you a baby."

"Y-You w-wouldn't dare. Daddy, my career would be over. My life would be so fucked..."

“You're right. Your life would be fucked, by me, every day. Your career would be over, but you'd start a new one as nothing but a cumdump for me. You know what I think? I think you want it. To live a life as nothing more than Daddy's whore. To give me as many babies as I want. Does my baby girl want a baby girl of her own?"

This might be it: the moment where the great brat Ahn Yujin is tamed—and you're the one to do it. 

With the slowest pace you can possibly bear, you part her glistening lips. It's incredible how wet she can get; every part of her crotch, her pubic hair, her hard clit, hell, even her wobbly thighs are covered in sinful juices. 

Yujin remains strong—if being strong includes quivering and squeaking and fearing the inevitable penetration and filling of her womb with your seed. You thought there was no way you can lose this, half of you rod is already in the hot, pink depths of her cunt, but she just won't relent.

You start to slowly push in and out, tempering your anger if it means getting to tame her. You withhold from plunging all the way in. Accompanied with Yujin’s highly erotic moans, you tear a bit of her dress and start pinching her nipples, while your other hand rubs at one of her feet. 

An attack from all senses would slowly do it. Death by a thousand cuts or in this case, pleasure and submission by a thousand touches.

"D-Daddy, the, the dress!" 

Stop pinching her adorable nipple and pin your hand on her throat. 

"You still fucking care about tha dress?! Fucking bitch! So spoiled, so bratty. It will all end when the first baby comes out of you. Then the second, then the third, then the-—" 

A scream of unbelievable magnitude. Finally, you have done it.

You could see something has changed in Yujin. Her hot bratty fuck me eyes have turned into a different kind of fuck me. She looked needy, truly needy, 

especially with your hand still clenched on her throat. 

"Tell me what you fucking want baby girl. Tell Daddy and Daddy will give it to you."

"Fuck, D-Daddy b-breed me! Breed me, ruin me, end my career, end my life! I'm all yours, Daddy, mark me, please!" 

Like Beethoven's 9th, her call to be bred, used, fucked—owned makes you feral. No more words need to be spoken, only seed needs to be put in her. 

Your hips crash into her wetness, your cock reshaping her insides. The pressure her pussy puts onto your cock is greater, greater than ever before. The way her whole body meets you at every thrust is another indicator how everything of her wants to milk you. 

Your balls are not the only thing slapping her ass, as your hand joins and leaves red imprints. Yujin, if not for you choking her, would scream in pain, pleasure, pain, pleasure, creating pressure. It's getting unbearable. 

"Take my seed, bitch!" 

Yujin violently cums from your words, her pussy becoming a fountain plugged by your cock. With all your might, you bury yourself fully in her, not allowing her to push you out. 

Her eyes flutter as you stare in them, filled with tension and wanton desire. If the bratty Yujin is really gone, you will miss her. And if she really gets pregnant, you will miss her on stage.

Pistoning in and out of her, you let your still simmering rage fuel you. 

"Daddy...Daddy...Daddy...breed me, breed me, breed me. Your cock is so good."

Yujin was unbelievably tight, but you had an objective to reshape her walls in the perfect vessel for your cock and seed. 

"Tell me baby girl, can anyone in IZONE make you feel this good? Can any of your fans make you feel the way you do right now? The next time your company asks something of you, how will you respond? Answer me!"

"N-No. Th-They can n-never fuck m-me so good, like Daddy does. A-And not a si-single one of my, my fans know what I need! I-If my c-cumpany asks, I'll t-tell them--" 

Yujin's answer is cut short by another wave of orgasm. Her back arches, while her arms start to give out. 

Pinch the flailing tongue that mindlessly hangs out of her drooling mouth and spit on her. Yujin doesn't even gasp, just continues groaning through her orgasm. 

"My slut didn't finish!"

"My company needs permission from Daddy first! My Daddy decides how slutty my outfits will be, my nail polish color for my feet, my lip gloss for his cock, and my maternity leave when I am filled with his babies."

"That's fucking right! Because I own you. Repeat after me." 

"Daddy owns Yujin. Yujin is only his cumdump. Please, breed me!" 

A final wet thrust into her cavern. The spasm is insane, everyone would die to be inside Yujin once—and you just got her for eternity. 

Every final shot of your sperm makes its way into her. You will remain plugged in her for hours to make sure that a pregnancy is inevitable. 

Eight, nine, ten, eleven. Ironic. Eleven spurts of white baby batter should be enough for your baby girl. With a loud thud you crash onto her steaming hot body with the half torn outfit. Both of you wander off into dreamland. 

— 9 Months later — 

"Look at that Daddy! See what I got for you!" 

Yujin bursts into your apartment, holding it in her hands. You immediately drop your phone and skip towards her. 

"Show it to me baby girl! Damn, it's so beautiful. Just like when I first saw it." 

The bright smile you fell in love with at first sight: her dimples that appear and her eyes that almost disappear. Yujin cannot be human. 

"It's just for you Daddy! I'm so happy that it worked out." 

Gently, you take it out of your girlfriend's arms—and place it onto the shelf.

"Finally, my baby girl won thirty music shows. I'm so proud! Go party with the others: Eunbi, Yuri, Gaeul--they are all waiting for you." 

Yujin nods and walks to the door. Before she leaves, a wink hits you like an arrow: 

"I can't wait for tonight, daddy."

(A/N: Thanks and credits again to @sooyadelicacies​! They write really good smut and for everyone with a feet kink it’s a must-follow :))