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baelabong · 2 months ago

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ꜰᴀᴄᴀᴅᴇ

(ɪᴅᴏʟ ᴡɪɴᴛᴇʀ x ᴀᴄᴛʀᴇꜱꜱ ꜰᴇᴍ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ)

plot: being an actress was hard. not the job itself but rather the worry of having to come home to a sulky girlfriend

warnings/notes: jealous mj, lowkey toxic IF YOU SQUINT, male mentioned…..

you’re standing there on the stage, lights flashing from every direction, and the crowd is going wild. you and byeon woo seok, side by side, holding the “couple of the year” award like it’s the most natural thing in the world. the audience is clapping so hard you can barely hear yourself think, but you don’t need to think. you’ve done this a thousand times—smile, pose, play the part.

you shift your weight slightly, leaning into woo seok just enough for the cameras to catch the moment. “we really did it,” you whisper, voice soft enough to be drowned out by the cheers, but he hears you. you’re both used to these little moments by now—playing the perfect couple for the world to see.

“told you we would,” he responds smoothly, flashing that charming grin of his, the one that always makes the fans go crazy. as he pulls you closer, his arm casually wrapping around your waist, you keep the smile up. nothing too over the top, just enough to sell the chemistry the media loves. you both know this game inside out.

then it’s time for the acceptance speech, and you let him take the lead. he starts off with the usual thanks—production team, the director, the fans. he’s good at this, the right mix of serious and charming. when it’s your turn, you step forward, and without missing a beat, you slip into character.

“i honestly don’t know how i got so lucky,” you say, glancing at woo seok like he’s the best thing that ever happened to you. it’s all for the cameras, but the way you say it feels real enough. you’ve got to give the people what they want. woo seok smiles back, playing along effortlessly. “working with him was… a lot of fun,” you add, letting a playful smile tug at your lips. “i guess spending so much time together on set paid off.”

the crowd eats it up. the flashes keep coming, and you can almost hear the headlines writing themselves: perfect couple, on-screen and off.

but then—buzz. you feel your phone vibrate in your clutch. you ignore it at first, focus on the speech, on the cameras, on the thousands of eyes watching your every move. but when the moment comes to step back, you glance down just to check. it’s minjeong. you swipe open the message: congrats on the award… you looked good with him.

great. you try not to let it show, but your smile slips for just a second before you catch yourself. no one else notices—not woo seok, not the crowd—but you know exactly what that text means. minjeong’s watching, and she’s not loving what she’s seeing.

you quickly slip the phone back into your bag, telling yourself you’ll deal with it later. right now, the cameras are still on you, and you’ve got a job to finish. you give woo seok a nudge, and he chuckles, leaning into you a little like the perfect co-star, ever the gentleman.

“we make a good team,” he says, loud enough for the audience to hear, and you nod, keeping the smile plastered on your face.

“the best,” you reply, just as smoothly.

another round of applause, and then you’re making your way off stage, the sound of clapping and cheers following you. woo seok walks beside you, relaxed as ever, but your mind is already drifting elsewhere. you know when you get home, minjeong’s going to have something to say about this, and it won’t just be a “congrats.”

you catch woo seok giving you a sideways glance as you walk off stage together. “everything okay?” he asks quietly, and for a second, you think about telling him what’s going on, but then you just shake your head.

“yeah, just... a long night,” you say, brushing it off. because, really, the last thing you need is for anyone to see behind the curtain.

the applause from the award ceremony is still ringing in your ears as you step onto the red carpet, woo seok beside you like a perfect co-star. the night feels surreal—one of those moments where you’re completely aware that all eyes are on you. the cameras are flashing, and every inch of you is under scrutiny. but you’ve got this. after all, this isn’t your first time handling the spotlight.

your gown is stunning—floor-length, shimmering in the lights, hugging your curves just right. you feel powerful, confident. beside you, woo seok is as charming as ever, his hand resting lightly on the small of your back as you both pose for the photographers. it’s all part of the act, and you’re good at it. the fans are screaming, holding up signs, calling your name. you give them that practiced smile, tilting your head just enough to give the cameras what they want.

but as you turn slightly, something catches your eye—a group of k-pop idols arriving on the other side of the carpet. aespa. you spot the flashes around them, fans going crazy at the sight of the group. your heart does a little flip, because standing right there, amongst her members, is minjeong.

she looks breathtaking. her icy blonde hair catches the lights just like your gown does, and her sharp, flawless features are impossible to ignore. but it’s her eyes that stop you in your tracks. because she’s not just glancing at you—no, she’s looking right at you. there’s something intense about her gaze, the way her eyes linger on you and then shift slightly, settling on woo seok’s arm, which is still resting casually around your back.

you freeze for a moment, heart racing. it’s not like she’s glaring or anything, but you can tell. there’s something simmering just beneath the surface, hidden behind her unreadable expression. her lips are pressed into a thin line, and even from this distance, you know she’s feeling something. something that probably isn’t good.

your mind starts racing, trying to figure out what she’s thinking, what she’s feeling. jealousy? maybe. frustration? definitely. you’re not sure, but you know it’s not the look of someone who’s loving this public display with woo seok.

you feel woo seok shift beside you, still blissfully unaware of the tension, and he leans in just slightly, giving the cameras another moment to snap. “ready to move on?” he asks, voice light and easy.

you blink, snapping back to the present. you’ve been staring for too long. the cameras are still on you, the crowd is still watching, and you can’t afford to break character. you plaster on that same flawless smile and nod, even though your mind is a mess. “yeah, let’s go,” you say, voice calm and controlled, even though your heart is hammering in your chest.

but as you and woo seok start to move down the carpet, you can’t help but glance back at minjeong one more time. she’s still watching. still standing there, looking like she’s got a million thoughts running through her head. thoughts that probably include how to deal with this whole scene later.

the night feels endless. you and woo seok stop for more photos, answer a few questions from the press, all while the weight of minjeong’s gaze sticks with you. you know she saw everything—the award, the speech, woo seok’s arm around you. and you can’t shake the feeling that when you see her later, there’s going to be something you’ll need to work through.

because as much as you’re putting on a show for everyone else, there’s no hiding from minjeong. she knows you too well.

the set is buzzing, lights hot on your face, the familiar chaotic energy of knowing bros filling the air. you’re seated next to woo seok. you lean back slightly in your chair, trying to shake off the nervous energy that comes with being on a show like this, especially knowing the kind of teasing you're about to get.

heechul, sitting across from you, gives you both a sly grin. “so, y/n,” he begins, dragging out your name, “everyone’s been talking about your chemistry with woo seok. i mean, you two look like you’re glued together half the time. you must be pretty close, huh?”

you smile, already bracing yourself for the wave of jokes that’s coming. "well, we are on set together almost every day," you say, glancing at woo seok. "you kind of have to get along, or it’d be a nightmare."

heechul raises his eyebrows. "oh, so you’re saying it’s all professional? just good co-workers? not even a tiny spark?"

woo seok jumps in before you can answer, smirking. "don’t let her fool you. y/n loves working with me. i bring the charm, the energy, the good vibes. who wouldn’t fall for all that?"

you roll your eyes dramatically. "yeah, okay, keep telling yourself that."

heechul cackles, sensing an opening. "ooooh, here we go. so, y/n, tell us—what’s really going on? rumors are flying, and we’ve gotta know: are you keeping woo seok in the friend zone, or is there something more?"

you can feel woo seok’s gaze on you, that playful look in his eyes, but you’re already used to this. it’s part of the game, part of the act you both put on for the cameras. you smile, shaking your head, starting to get annoyed at the continous attemptat trying to out you "sorry to disappoint, but we’re just friends. really."

"friends?!" heechul repeats dramatically, as if it’s the most shocking news he’s ever heard. "with that kind of chemistry? come on, y/n."

woo seok grins, leaning back in his chair. "see? even he doesn’t believe it."

you smirk, looking at woo seok. "well, maybe it’s because he doesn’t have to spend hours with you between takes, watching you trip over your own feet or forget your lines."

woo seok gasps in mock offense, clutching his chest. "wow. throwing me under the bus again, huh? and here i thought we were close."

you shrug, leaning into the banter. "hey, someone’s gotta keep you humble."

heechul’s eyes gleam as he leans in closer. "okay, so we’ve established that y/n’s not easily impressed, but woo seok, seriously—what’s it like working with the nation’s new sweetheart? you’re telling me there haven’t been any sparks?"

woo seok tilts his head, pretending to think about it, drawing out the silence for dramatic effect. "well… there have been some pretty intense moments on set, if you know what i mean."

you give him a playful shove, laughing. "oh my god, stop. we’re literally just acting."

heechul grins, clearly enjoying the back-and-forth. "acting, huh? sure doesn’t look like just acting to me. i’m telling you, you two are giving off some serious energy."

the set is alive with laughter, the hosts eating up every second of the playful tension between you and woo seok. it’s fun—easy, even—because you know how to play your part. but in the back of your mind, there's that quiet voice reminding you that someone else is watching. minjeong.

you keep the smile on your face, but the thought lingers. what is she thinking right now?

heechul shifts in his seat, sensing a change in energy. "alright, alright, we’ll let it slide for now, but mark my words—there’s something there. and when you two finally admit it, i’ll be the first to say i told you so."

the cameras cut to a commercial break, and you let out a small breath, relieved to have a moment to yourself. woo seok leans over, grinning. "you okay? you looked like you were about to roast me alive."

you laugh lightly, shaking your head. "nah, just trying to keep you grounded."

he chuckles, leaning back in his chair as the set crew scurries around, preparing for the next segment. but just as you’re about to relax, you feel your phone buzz in your pocket. instinctively, you pull it out and glance at the screen.

minjeong:you two looked really good together on screen today.

your stomach tightens. you stare at the message for a second too long, trying to gauge the tone. is she upset? sarcastic? you can never tell with texts like this.

"everything okay?" woo seok asks, noticing the sudden shift in your expression.

you quickly lock your phone, forcing a smile. "yeah, just… you know how it is."

he doesn’t press further, but you can feel his eyes on you as you slip the phone back into your pocket. great. the break ends, and you’re back on camera, smiling, laughing, playing the part like nothing’s wrong.

but minjeong’s message sticks with you. you know her well enough to realize there’s more behind those words than she let on. she’s definitely not happy.

you run through the rest of the show on autopilot, your mind half-present in the playful banter with the hosts, half-worrying about what’s waiting for you after. it’s not like minjeong has ever made a scene about your acting jobs before—she knows what your career involves. but this? the way you and woo seok are being portrayed, the teasing, the on-screen chemistry... it’s different. it’s public.

as soon as the cameras cut for the final time, you say your goodbyes to the hosts and make your way backstage. woo seok follows, still laughing about the last joke heechul made, but your mind is elsewhere. you quickly pull out your phone again, reading the message over and over.

you two looked really good together on screen today.

"are you sure you’re okay?" woo seok asks again, this time more serious, noticing the tension in your shoulders.

"yeah," you reply, your voice a little too light, too forced. "just tired."

he doesn’t push it, thankfully, and you head out, stepping into the cool night air. the ride back to your place feels longer than usual, the city lights passing in a blur. and as soon as you’re alone, you pull out your phone again.

you stare at minjeong’s message for a moment before typing back. thanks. it’s just for the show though, you know that, right?

her response comes almost immediately. sure, i know. just for the show.

but you can feel it, the unspoken tension, the way her words linger on the screen like a challenge. you can already tell that when you see her later, there’s going to be a conversation. maybe more than that.

just for the show. but with minjeong? nothing’s ever that simple.

you step into the apartment, as the door closes behind you, the excitement fizzles out, replaced by a heavy tension hanging in the air.

the apartment, usually warm and inviting, feels different tonight. colder. the soft glow of the tv is the only source of light in the room, casting shadows across the space. you can hear the low murmur of a rerun playing on the screen, and your stomach twists when you realize which one it is—tonight’s episode of knowing bros, the one where you had flirted with woo seok for the cameras, winked at him, laughed a little too easily for the sake of the show. it was all harmless, part of the job. but now, seeing the episode again, you feel the weight of what’s coming.

minjeong is on the couch, her legs stretched out, her lean frame tense, even though she’s pretending to be relaxed. her arms are crossed tightly over her chest, and her sharp jaw is clenched. she doesn’t even glance your way when you enter, her eyes glued to the screen, but you know she heard you. she always hears you. her icy blonde hair, slightly disheveled, falls over her eyes, casting shadows on her already sharp features. the aura surrounding her is unmistakable—minjeong is sulking, and it’s because of what she saw.

you set your bag down quietly, trying not to disturb the tense silence any more than necessary. the weight in your chest grows heavier as you take a few steps toward her. “hey, baby,” you say softly, testing the waters, hoping to break through that wall she’s put up.

“hey,” she mutters back, her voice flat and distant. no glance in your direction, no smile. just the tv, and that damn scene where you’re teasing woo seok playing on a loop.

you watch her for a moment, taking in the stiffness in her posture, the way her knuckles are white from how tightly she’s gripping her arms. usually, she’d pull you in for a hug the second you walked through the door, maybe tease you about how your day went. but not tonight. tonight, she’s locked herself in that stubborn, jealous shell of hers, and getting her out of it is going to take more than a simple apology.

you sit down next to her on the couch, the space between you feeling like miles. minjeong still doesn’t look at you, her eyes glued to the screen as the scene plays out. you can hear your own voice coming through the speakers—flirty, teasing, the kind of voice you use when you’re trying to sell chemistry for the cameras. on screen, you’re laughing with woo seok, winking at him, leaning into the banter like you’re having the time of your life.

you can feel minjeong’s mood shift with every second that passes. the tension radiating off her is almost palpable, and even though she hasn’t said a word about it yet, you know exactly what’s going on in her head. you’ve seen this side of her before—the possessive, quietly brooding minjeong who doesn’t like sharing you with anyone, not even for the sake of work.

“minjeong,” you say softly, leaning in a little closer, testing the waters. “you know it’s just for the cameras, right? it didn’t mean anything.”

she doesn’t respond at first, her gaze still fixed on the tv as your on-screen self giggles at something woo seok says. her jaw tightens, and she lets out a quiet huff. “i know,” she mutters, her voice clipped. “doesn’t mean i liked it.”

you sigh, moving a little closer, until your thigh is pressed against hers. her body is warm, but there’s a chill in the way she’s shutting you out. you reach out hesitantly, placing your hand on her forearm, but she doesn’t relax under your touch. “baby, come on,” you say gently, trying to coax her out of her mood. “it’s just acting. you know you’re the one i come home to.”

finally, minjeong turns her head to look at you, her sharp eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that sends a shiver down your spine. her expression is a mix of jealousy and frustration, though she’s trying hard to mask it under her usual calm demeanor. “it’s not about that,” she says quietly, her voice rougher than usual. “it’s just… watching you flirt with him like that, hearing everyone laugh like they believe it… i didn’t like it.”

there’s an edge to her voice that makes your heart ache. you know minjeong isn’t the type to voice her insecurities often. she’s always been the confident one, the one who stays cool under pressure. but right now, you can see the cracks in her facade, the vulnerability she tries so hard to hide.

“minjeong,” you whisper, leaning in closer until your faces are only inches apart. “you don’t have to be jealous. it’s just work. you’re the only one i’d ever look at like that for real.”

her eyes narrow slightly, and she huffs again, though this time it’s more out of frustration than anger. “yeah, well,” she mutters, her voice softening just a fraction. “doesn’t mean i want to see you doing it, even if it’s fake.”

before you can respond, minjeong moves, her strong hands finding your waist as she pulls you smoothly into her lap. you let out a surprised gasp, but you don’t resist, settling onto her thighs with your legs straddling her. her hands grip your waist firmly, possessively, as if she needs to physically remind you that you’re hers.

“look at me,” you say softly, cupping her face with both hands, forcing her to meet your gaze. her eyes flicker with something unreadable—frustration, jealousy, maybe even a little insecurity—but you don’t look away. “it’s just us now. no cameras, no acting. just me and you.”

minjeong’s grip tightens slightly, her gaze still intense as she studies your face. “you know i don’t like sharing,” she mutters, her voice low, almost growling. “even if it’s just for show.”

you lean in, pressing your forehead against hers, your lips barely brushing hers as you whisper, “you don’t have to share. i’m all yours. always.”

her breath hitches slightly at your words, and you feel her muscles start to relax under your touch. her hands slide up your sides, her fingers pressing into your skin possessively, and you can feel the last remnants of her frustration melting away.

“damn right, you are,” she mutters, her lips brushing against yours as she speaks.

you smile softly, pressing a kiss to the corner of her mouth. “no more sulking, okay?” you tease, though your voice is gentle.

she huffs, rolling her eyes, but there’s no real bite behind it. “fine,” she mutters, her hands still firmly gripping your waist. “just… don’t do that again.”

you laugh softly, kissing her again, this time on the lips. “only you, baby. i promise.”

minjeong sighs, finally relaxing fully into your embrace, her arms wrapping around you tightly as she pulls you even closer. the tension between you fades completely, replaced by the quiet comfort of being together. you rest your head against her shoulder, feeling her heartbeat slow as she holds you, the weight of her jealousy slipping away.

“you’re so possessive,” you murmur, a smile tugging at your lips as you rest in her arms.

minjeong hums, her voice low and satisfied. “only when it comes to you.”

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jenctrl · 2 months ago

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Scattered Reflection kim minji

pairing; idol!minji x non!idol reader

synopsis; Despite being together for a year, Y/n can't help but feel like Minji is keeping her at arms length whenever she gets hit with the reality of how secretive their relationship is and the pain it causes her to keep it from everyone close to her.

genre; smau, written-chapters, angst, fluff, comedy

warnings; relationship problems, parental issues, trauma, mentions of mental health, toxic industry, tba, each part will come with warnings if there are any

updates; sundays

status; ongoing

starring; newjeans (minji, hanni, danielle), le sserafim (yunjin, kazuha), enhypen (jungwon) oc's, tba

a/n; im very busy atm, but still wanted to do this so im gonna try my best to get the parts out every sunday for yall (keep in mind there might be delays)

group chats; pantaloons | eva-pilots | extras

parts;

1 - Compass

2 - Homotron 3000

3 - Only when it works for you

4 - Anxious (stomach ache)

5 - Hanni's anti-psychotics

6 - Lovesick

7 - Sick and guilty

8 - Brat summer

9 - Newlyweds anti

10 - Capable of love

10.5 - Beautiful girls

11 - Everybody's business (not lonely)

12 - Waste your time on me

13 - Another excuse

14 - Investigating

15 - No time for consideration

16 - Inconvenience

16.5 - Back off

17 - Void

18 - Don't take it to heart Yunjoon

19 - Rotten flesh

20 - Fear of dying

21 - Great people and nightmares

22 - Indeed not a joke

23 - Left out

23.5 - They before me

24 - Losing it (real time)

tba!

taglist! (open) - @yxlis @pandafuriosa60 @sixflame438 @drvirgus @baelabong @idkwhatim-doinghere101 @dollydigital @yncoreee @multiliker @yoontoonwhs @dreamingst99 @1luvkarina @gayforalll @gtfoiydlyj @celestialsequels @starstruckgoateepuppy @yeetaberry127 @kimminjiissosjdirbidnsjje @onlyhyunjin @awkwardtoafault @jisooftme @phamianaz @luvvhaerin @jennasluma @justdelulumeh @mianiz (blue=did not let me tag)

#newjeans smau #newjeans x reader #newjeans minji #minji x reader #minji imagines #newjeans #kim minji x reader #kpop smau #newjeans fanfic #kpop gg #newjeans imagines #newjeans minji x reader #idol x reader

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modanisgf · 3 months ago

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— RUSH , DANIELLE MARSH

“oh, i know you feel the tension."

✎ SYNOPSIS — in which danielle chooses to admire you from afar, until one awards show changes it all. starting some neither of you could've predicted.

✎ PAIRING(S) — idol!danielle x idol!reader

✎ GENRES — wlw, coworkers (kind of..) to friends to lovers, slowburn, miscommunication, secret relationship

✎ WARNING(S) — kys jokes, profanity, more to come..

✎ A/N — sorry for how silver lining ended 💔💔 i swear this will be better but dont expect a good update schedule..

— dividers by @/cafekitsune!

profiles: newjeanz || saturnz

001 — traphouse

002 — kehlani

003 — diet pepsi

004 — quarterback

005 — good graces

006 — tik tok

more coming soon!

TAGS 🏷️ (OPEN): @neptunedayss @pandafuriosa60 @yeetaberry127 @yncoreee @hotluvlet @eccobe @sixflame438 @saysirhc @haerinkisser @gtfoiydlyj @audizbiass @starstruckgoateepuppy @gigislovergirl @airice @danilvrr @mimsiemoo @pminjucaptor @gayforalll @yjiminswallet @grahstumhurts @nwjnsloona @he------len @artrizzler19 @taylorswiftsnumber1fann @somedaydream @kimminjiissosjdirbidnsjje @elminde @idkwhatim-doinghere101

#newjeans #newjeans fanfic #newjeans smau #newjeans fluff #newjeans x reader #newjeans danielle #danielle x reader #danielle marsh x reader #danielle marsh #danielle new jeans #kpop x reader #kpop smau #kpop gg

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jayjj7 · 9 months ago

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Bad Habits

Chaewon x reader

❤︎ ໋𓈒 synopsis: after baking a large portion of cookies, chaewon thinks it would be nice to give some to her new neighbor as a ‘welcome to the neighborhood’ gift, only to find out her neighbor is the prettiest girl she’s laid her eyes on.

❤︎ ໋𓈒 pairings: chaewon x reader, non idol au, wlw, friends to lovers

❤︎ ໋𓈒 staring: le sserafim, nmixx

❤︎ ໋𓈒 warnings: profanity, angst, slow burn(?), fluff, jealousy, EVERYTHING IS FICTION

accounts: sakura’s subs | gossip girls

chapters:

1. down fall

2. cooking

3. escape

4. last time

5. moving in

6. overworked

7. cookies

8. reveal

9. embarrassing

10. the start

11. stalker

12. neighbor

13. loser

14. reactions

15. stressed out

16. linger

17. for you

18. love me back

19. poison

20. infrunami

21. melting

22. c u girl

23. roommates

24. hesitating

25. so long

26. in a good way

27. tell me

28. little shit

29. walk

30. ruined

31. calm before the storm

32. gone, gone thank you

33. hold me down

34. the way things go

35. don’t cope

36. saturn

37. experiment

38. valentina

39. plan

40. redemption

41. close

42. tip toe

43. dunk

44. forgiveness

45. end

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aewon · 6 months ago

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one kiss

sunghoon x f!reader genre: fluff warnings: none! wc:278

“Come on, gimme a kiss.”

You giggle as Sunghoon holds onto your waist, pulling you impossibly closer to him.

“I have to get to class. I’ll kiss you as much as you want later!”

He pouts, something he only does when he really wants something.

“But I need a kiss now. My lips are so lonely, they need it.”

“You’re so corny.” You laugh as he puckers his lips and makes kissy noises.

You sigh, looking at your watch. You have 10 minutes to get to class.

“One kiss! And I mean one.”

Sunghoon doesn’t hesitate to pull you forward, hands cupping your cheeks.

His lips meet yours, almost knocking your teeth together.

He kisses passionately, something you love about him.

He always lets you know how much he loves you through his affection.

As your lips move together slowly, you pull away before his tongue can breach your lips.

“If we do that, I’ll miss class. You will too, come on we have 9 minutes!”

Sunghoon groans, letting his hands fall to his sides, allowing you to take a step back.

“If I don’t leave now, you’ll lure me right back in. You little monster.”

“I’m the monster? Look in the mirror! You practically manhandle me to get what you want!”

“And you let me.” With that, you peck his lips again, laughing as he immediately chases yours.

“I’ll see you in 2 hours, don’t miss me too much!”

“I already do,” he says, hands above his heart like it’s aching.

And as he makes his way to his class, he smiles at the thought of your lips on his. It’s only 2 hours. He’ll survive… right?

t/n: title inspired by one kiss by red velvet! dedicated to my bubby @isoobie sorry it’s so short but i just love sunghoon and wanted to put something out really quick!

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amourjins · 6 months ago

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POINT OF VIEW — uchinaga aeri ,

synopsis , and by bumping into someone that just so happens to be the queen bee of the school, you apparently made a new enemy.. on your first day of being at a new school.

pairing , meangirl!aeri x newstudent!reader

content ahead/genre , wlw, highschool au/smau, non-idols obvi, aeri is in denial 😖😖, enemies to lovers, profanity, secret dating, might be a little suggestive, more to be added!

featured , whole of aespa, sunoo & ni-ki from enha, minji, hanni & dani from nwjns, wonyoung & yujin from ive.

status , started! (05/09/24)

schedule , 2-4 times a week !

playlist , …

IGNORE THE TIMESFAMPS 😭😭😭

PROFILES — haters since birth, yn defenders, other

01 — rude for what..

02 — who?

03 — new day new me!

04 — first day

05 — staring competition

06 — café encounter

07 — kiss n make up

08 — still sunday?

09 — thinkin’ bout you

10 — saturday night

extra. lego building + uchinaga aeri

11 — DONT LEAVE ME HERE

12 — you cant be serious.

13 — UCHINAGA AERI VS LN YN 🔥🔥🔥

14 — PLEASE SM IS GOING ON.

15 — howd he get my number.

16 — explaining to do

extra. NOW PLAYING . . .

17 — im lowkey gay

18 — accept your fate

19 — oh no.

extra. a day with ningyn

20 — updates w ln yn!

21 — my number?..

22 — im not gay you are

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TAGLIST (OPEN) — @modanisgf @winieter @jongocat @sunshinez4 @aeriigfs @yeetaberry127 @mxl633 @multiliker @lisaswifey @bing-uzzz @yukianism @lettertolovers @gtfoiydlyj @aerisgirlfriend @vernonburger @yjiminswallet @sixflame438 @bzeus28 @gornoi @linnnsworld @masuowo @mr11inches @pandafuriosa60 @penpenguinn @sanasfavhoe @jeindall777

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4doras · 4 months ago

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boom boom bass ☆ park wonbin smau ☆ MASTERLIST

taglist is closed !

status: complete

a/n: HELLO!!! since i have changed my username (09/05/24 dd/mm/yy) all my urls changed, so i decided to get rid of my prev and next buttons. meaning if ure reading this from now and future ure gonna have to use this to go to the next chapters 😓... sorry but it took me SO long just to changed the links for the mlist 💔

chapters

1) academic weapon

2) y/nbin train

3) WHY ARE THEY FREAKY

4) bare minimum but it’s wonbin

5) YES OR NO written and smau (wc: 134)

6) little japanese boy

7) he proposed

8) i will barge into his house

9) “father son connection” written and smau (wc: 130)

10) super babygirl

11) ATE the bootycrack

12) potted plant

13) was i #boring

14) MY EOMMA PAYS YOU???

15) when the opp is right

16) 𝓲 𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓼𝓸 𝓫𝓪𝓭

17) man UP

18) feeyou!

END

bonus chapters!

1) nunya is seunghan?

2) who is sukaya?

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mingyushadow · 6 months ago

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– I CAN'T BE YOUR LOVE ˢᵐᵃᵘ

๋࣭ ⭑ yu jimin (karina) x reader ๋࣭ ⭑

SYNOPSIS ; what happens when the boyfriend of your muse invites you to be part of his band?

CW ; profanity, threatening jokes, suggestive themes, mentions of violence, homophobia, mentioning of alcohol, cheating, addictions.

TAGs ; smau + written, band au, angst, romance, crack.

ynies stans | me n my girlies | boy in a dream

001 - we need a vocalist

002 - join the band, steal the girl

003 - i will NOT be joining the band

004 - taking risks

more to come...

#karina smau #yu jimin smau #aespa smau #karina imagines #kpop smau #kpop gg smau #kpop imagines #aespa imagines #karina x reader #yu jimin x reader #aespa x reader

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wonysugar · 1 year ago

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it’s so over for me | aeri uchinaga

pairing : nonidol!giselle x nonidol!femreader

synopsis : aeri ‘hottest girl on campus’ uchinaga, aeri ‘it girl’ uchinaga, aeri this, aeri that. y/n was sick and tired of hearing and seeing that girl everywhere. what was so good about her? she was a mean bitch, average looking and just a little rich, why were people freaking out over her so bad? aeri knew that y/n didn’t give two shits about her, and she didn’t like that. at all.

tags : college au, aespa, smau, crack, fluff, smut, some angst, wlw, giselle x femreader, they’re all mean girls, y/n is a nerd

warnings : there’s lots of mentions of alcohol and drugs, obviously sex too, swearing, overall just mature themes, etc. rest assured that each chapter containing similar themes will have a respective content warning!

profiles : whores, sewergang

featuring : heejin from loona, kazuha from le sserafim + every other member from aespa … more idols to be mentioned soon! :]

status : ongoing!

updates : whenever i can!! </3

a/n : redid the whole layout to make it somewhat more organized! :] hope you guys like it aheheh i’m proud of it! also! still figuring out the plot as i go LAWLL we’ll get through this

1. she ain’t allat

2. eng lit class

3. manga collection

4. too pretty to be acting like this (half written)

5. blasted

6. scaring the hoes

7. starbies~~ (half written)

8. mischievious [devil emoji]

9. it’s disgusting stop it

10. loser ass bitch

11. closet (half written)

12. wdym y/n’s drunk? (fully written)

13. painting

14. hold hands and kiss

15. hiding spot (half written)

16. okay but why?

17. YOU’RE GINGER?

18. do you thinks

19. popular bitch

20. a date.. shivers

21. a date!! no shivers (fully written)

22. i’m going first! (fully written)

23. desperate times call for desperate measures (fully written)

24. thanks queenie!

25. how romantic..

26. so now what

..coming soon :]

taglist : closed!

@yuki3000 @livelaughloveyujin @soyeonobssd @ilovechanhee @beawolfbealionbeyou @jeindall777 @haerinfangs @rdfgfv @wygism @kimsgayness @mightymyo @havex00 @joonket @yerisdumbass @soon2berock @ddeulgiheree @kyaitosz @deong @haerinkisser @victio @imahallucination11 @wintersera @winteresss @pandafuriosa60 @astrojeezus @hyehae @manooffline @waevrs @baebeefyburrito @rosiehrs @luvvsnae @technicallyimportantsweets @silentreader98 @haechansbbg @channiesprincess @planethyuka @augustcnry @rinapomu @fayeforrosie @lightful23 @justaharmlesspotat0 @shotaroswifeyily @multiliker @badasgirl @jaemoris @earl059ph @realrintaro @pupyuj

#smut #kpop gg #female reader #aespa smut #aespa giselle smut #aespa giselle x reader #giselle x reader #aeri uchinaga #aeri uchinaga x female reader #giselle smau #aespa smau #aespa x reader #le sserafim #loona #aespa angst #crack #crack smau

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ourdadai · 1 month ago

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୨୧ sakura ( lesserafim ) lockscreens.

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baelabong · 2 months ago

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ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴇɪɢʜᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴠᴇʟᴠᴇᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴠᴏᴡꜱ

ʙᴜꜱɪɴᴇꜱꜱ ᴡᴏᴍᴀɴ! ᴡᴏɴʏᴏᴜɴɢ x ʜᴇɪʀᴇꜱꜱ! ꜰᴇᴍ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

plot: forced into an artanged marriage by your family, you resent both them and your future wife. Except you can’t seem to actually hate her

notes: angst,fluff, 5k words

You stand at the entrance of the grand hall, your heart pounding in your chest. The gown you’re wearing is a masterpiece of silk and lace, flowing elegantly around you, but it feels like a cage. Each intricate detail, each delicate stitch, is a reminder of the expectations weighing on your shoulders. You feel trapped, your breath shallow as you take in the scene before you—the lavish flowers, the towering chandeliers, and the sea of guests, all here to witness a union built on anything but love.

Wonyoung is already at the altar, waiting for you. She stands tall, poised in a perfectly tailored suit, her expression calm and composed. She’s every bit the perfect bride, the picture of grace and elegance. But as your eyes meet hers from across the room, you can see something flickering beneath the surface—a flicker of emotion that she quickly hides behind a soft smile.

The aisle feels impossibly long as you begin your walk, every step measured and deliberate. The murmurs of the crowd fade into the background, drowned out by the sound of your own heartbeat. You can feel the weight of their stares, the silent judgment of those who have come to witness this marriage of convenience.

When you finally reach the altar, Wonyoung’s gaze is steady, unwavering. There’s a depth in her eyes that catches you off guard, something that makes you falter for just a moment. But you steel yourself, refusing to let your emotions show.

The officiant begins the ceremony, their voice a distant echo in your ears. You force yourself to focus on the words, even as Wonyoung’s presence seems to consume all your attention. She’s close—too close—and the scent of her perfume, something soft and floral, fills your senses. It’s distracting, disorienting, and you hate that it’s affecting you so much.

“Y/N,” Wonyoung’s voice is gentle when she speaks her vows, her tone warm and sincere. “I vow to stand by you, to honor and respect you, and to support you in all that we do together.”

There’s a weight to her words that you can’t ignore, a promise that feels too genuine, too intimate. You swallow hard, your own vows sticking in your throat as you struggle to find the right words.

“I vow to honor this union,” you begin, your voice low and strained. “To fulfill my duties as your partner, and to stand by you as we face the future together.”

It’s all you can manage, the words bitter on your tongue. But Wonyoung doesn’t falter, her expression softening as she listens. The ceremony continues, the officiant guiding you through the motions, and you go along with it, your mind racing with everything unsaid.

Finally, the moment you’ve been dreading arrives—the kiss. The officiant pronounces you married, and the room seems to hold its breath, waiting for the final act that will seal this unwanted union.

Wonyoung steps closer, her hand gently resting on your arm. “Y/N,” she murmurs, her voice so soft that only you can hear, “We don’t have to do this if you’re not ready.”

Her words are a lifeline, a kindness you didn’t expect. But the eyes of the crowd are on you, and you know what’s expected. There’s no escape, no way to avoid this moment. So you nod, just enough to let her know you’ll go through with it.

Wonyoung leans in, her movements slow and careful, as if she’s giving you time to pull away. But you don’t. Her lips meet yours in the faintest, gentlest kiss, a whisper of contact that sends a jolt through you. It’s over almost as soon as it begins, but the warmth of it lingers, confusing and unsettling.

As you pull away, the applause of the crowd rings in your ears, but it feels distant, like it’s happening in another world. All you can focus on is Wonyoung—the way she’s looking at you, the way her hand lingers on your arm, as if she’s afraid to let go. And maybe, just maybe, you feel the same.

But you push that thought down, burying it deep inside. You can’t afford to let your guard down now. Not when this is just the beginning of something neither of you fully understands.

———-

The suite is a dream—a secluded, oceanfront villa with floor-to-ceiling windows offering a breathtaking view of the moonlit sea. The sound of the waves crashing gently against the shore fills the air, but the peaceful ambiance does nothing to soothe the tension between you and Wonyoung.

You stand near the bed, staring out at the horizon, trying to gather your thoughts. The beauty of the place feels almost mocking, as if it’s taunting you with the idea of a perfect honeymoon that you know will never be. The gown you’re still wearing from the wedding clings to you uncomfortably, but changing is the last thing on your mind.

Behind you, Wonyoung is quiet, her presence a constant reminder that this is no ordinary vacation. She’s been quiet since you arrived, the journey here marked by a strained silence that neither of you dared to break. Now, as the reality of your first night as a married couple settles in, the weight of it all feels suffocating.

You turn away from the window, your eyes landing on the massive bed at the center of the room. It’s beautifully made, the softest linens draped across it, but you can’t bring yourself to even think about sleeping there. The very idea of sharing that space with Wonyoung, no matter how innocent, makes your chest tighten with a mix of dread and anger.

Without a word, you walk over to the bed, grabbing one of the pillows and tossing it onto the plush sofa across the room. “I’ll sleep here,” you declare, your voice flat, betraying none of the turmoil brewing inside you.

Wonyoung, who had been watching you quietly from the doorway, finally steps into the room. She’s already changed out of her wedding attire, now dressed in something soft and casual, but the tiredness in her eyes is impossible to miss. “Y/N…” she begins, her voice trailing off as if she’s not sure what to say.

You don’t wait for her to finish. “It’s fine,” you say curtly, busying yourself with arranging the sofa. “There’s no need to pretend this is something it’s not.”

There’s a brief silence, and for a moment, you wonder if she’s going to argue, but she doesn’t. Instead, Wonyoung lets out a quiet sigh, her shoulders sagging slightly. “Alright,” she agrees softly, the word hanging in the air between you.

You settle onto the sofa, avoiding her gaze. The sound of the waves outside is the only noise in the room, and it’s almost unbearable in the awkwardness that follows. You can hear Wonyoung moving around, the rustle of fabric as she fidgets with the edge of the blanket on the bed.

“This doesn’t have to be a war, you know,” Wonyoung’s voice is gentle, almost tentative. The words are laced with a softness that catches you off guard, making you freeze in place.

Your back stiffens at her words, your defenses rising instinctively. “It already is,” you respond coldly, your voice like ice. You don’t turn to face her, but you can feel her watching you, can almost sense the sadness that your words have left in their wake.

You curl up on the sofa, pulling the pillow close to you as if it could somehow shield you from the confusing mix of emotions swirling inside you. You hear Wonyoung slip into bed, the sheets rustling as she settles in, but the tension between you is palpable, thickening the air with every passing second.

Neither of you speaks again. The silence stretches out, broken only by the rhythmic crashing of the waves outside. You try to close your eyes, willing yourself to sleep, but your thoughts are a tangled mess, replaying every moment of the day, every look, every word exchanged between you and Wonyoung.

Across the room, Wonyoung shifts in the bed, and you can tell she’s just as restless as you are. The bed is large enough for two, but it might as well be a chasm, the distance between you insurmountable.

And yet, as you lie there, staring up at the dark ceiling, you can’t shake the feeling of Wonyoung’s presence, the warmth of her so close and yet so far. The night drags on, the minutes feeling like hours, both of you lost in your own thoughts, both too proud—or too afraid—to reach out.

Morning can’t come soon enough, but you know deep down that the rising sun won’t dispel the tension between you. It’s only the first night, and already, it feels like an eternity.

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The kitchen is dimly lit, the only sound the rhythmic chop of your knife against the cutting board as you prepare a late-night snack. It’s become something of a routine for you—a small act of independence, a way to claim a piece of normalcy in this life you didn’t choose.

You’re focused on the vegetables in front of you, each slice precise, almost methodical. The repetition is calming, allowing you to forget, just for a moment, about the reality of your situation. But the peace is short-lived. The sound of soft footsteps pulls you from your thoughts, and you stiffen as Wonyoung enters the kitchen.

She’s dressed casually, her hair slightly tousled as if she’s just woken up. She pauses in the doorway when she sees you, her expression a mix of surprise and concern. “Y/N,” she says softly, “I didn’t expect you to be up this late.”

You don’t respond immediately, your focus remaining on the task at hand. The tension between you is palpable, thickening the air as Wonyoung steps closer.

“Let me help,” she offers, moving toward the counter.

“I don’t need help,” you snap, sharper than you intended. You don’t look at her, but you can feel the way she tenses at your words, the frustration in her silence.

“Why do you have to be so difficult?” Wonyoung finally retorts, her voice rising slightly. “I’m trying here!”

The knife in your hand stills, and you set it down with more force than necessary, your hands gripping the edge of the counter as you try to keep your emotions in check. “Trying to do what, exactly?” you shoot back, turning to face her. “Control everything? Handle my life like it’s another one of your business ventures?”

Wonyoung’s eyes flash with hurt, but she stands her ground. “I’m not trying to control you, Y/N. I’m just trying to make things easier. You don’t have to worry about the company anymore. You don’t have to work yourself to the bone. Isn’t that what you wanted?”

“No, it’s not,” you say, your voice trembling with anger. “I want to work. I want to manage my family’s company. It’s the one thing that’s still mine, the one thing I have control over, and you just took it away like it was nothing!”

Wonyoung hesitates, her expression softening as she searches your face. “I didn’t take it away. I’m handling it so you don’t have to. I didn’t want you to be stressed, especially with everything going on.”

“Stressed?” you laugh bitterly, shaking your head. “This—this life you’ve built for me, this cage you’ve put me in—is more stressful than anything else could ever be. I never asked for this, Wonyoung. I never asked for you to take over my life!”

Wonyoung’s frustration flares, and she takes a step closer, her voice tight with emotion. “And you think I did? You think I wanted any of this? I’m just trying to make the best of a bad situation. We both are!”

The words hang in the air, sharp and painful, and for a moment, the two of you just stand there, glaring at each other, neither willing to back down. The tension is suffocating, the anger between you building until it feels like it might explode.

But then, Wonyoung’s expression shifts, her shoulders sagging as the fight drains out of her. “I didn’t ask for this either, Y/N,” she says softly, her voice breaking the silence like a whisper. “But it’s what we have now. And I’m just… I’m trying.”

Her words hit you like a punch to the gut, the raw honesty in her voice catching you off guard. You can see the weariness in her eyes, the toll that this marriage has taken on her, too. But your own anger is still too fresh, too raw, to let you fully absorb it.

You turn away, your hands trembling as you try to steady your breathing. “I can’t do this right now,” you mutter, grabbing your phone and leaving the half-prepared snack on the counter. You don’t wait for Wonyoung’s response as you storm out of the kitchen, your heart pounding in your chest.

As you retreat to the bedroom, the echo of Wonyoung’s last words follows you, sinking into your thoughts despite your best efforts to push them away. You didn’t ask for this either. The truth of it lingers, the realization that you’re not the only one struggling to navigate this unwanted life.

But tonight, the distance between you feels too great to bridge, and you can’t bring yourself to face her again. Not yet.

———

The evening is heavy with the weight of everything that had gone unsaid during dinner. Your family’s polite, yet pointed, questions had left you feeling cornered, suffocated by the expectations placed on you now that you’re Wonyoung’s spouse. The lavish dinner, the forced smiles, the subtle digs—it all became too much, and you found yourself needing to escape.

You barely remember how you ended up here, on a bench in the middle of a park, the rain pouring down relentlessly. The cold droplets soak through your clothes, but you don’t care. The chill is a welcome distraction from the storm raging inside you, a storm that’s been building for months.

You’re drenched, but it doesn’t matter. The rain blurs everything, making the world around you feel distant, almost surreal. Your thoughts are tangled, a mess of anger, frustration, and an overwhelming sense of being trapped. You’ve been fighting this battle alone for so long—fighting against Wonyoung, against your situation, against the life you never wanted.

But tonight, after that dinner, the fight seems pointless. The exhaustion is catching up to you, and for the first time, your resolve begins to crack.

You don’t hear her approach at first. The rain drowns out the sound of footsteps, but then there’s a shadow, a presence beside you. You look up and see Wonyoung standing there, holding an umbrella over your head. Her clothes are soaked from the rain she must have walked through to find you, but she doesn’t seem to care.

For a moment, neither of you speaks. The rain continues to fall, creating a curtain around the two of you, isolating you from the rest of the world. Wonyoung’s expression is hard to read, a mix of concern and something else, something softer.

“Why are you doing this?” you ask, your voice trembling despite your best efforts to keep it steady. The vulnerability in your own words surprises you, the way they seem to slip out before you can stop them.

Wonyoung doesn’t answer right away. Instead, she carefully sets the umbrella down so it covers both of you, shielding you from the worst of the rain. Then, slowly, she sits down beside you on the bench. She’s close, but she doesn’t touch you, respecting the distance you’ve always kept between you.

“Because I care,” she says quietly, her voice almost lost in the sound of the rain. “Even if you don’t want me to.”

Her words hang in the air, and for a moment, you can’t breathe. The sincerity in her voice, the way she says it without any expectation or demand, catches you off guard. It’s not what you expected, not what you wanted to hear. And yet, there’s a part of you—a small, almost forgotten part—that’s deeply moved by it.

You look away, staring at the rain-soaked ground as you try to push down the emotions bubbling up inside you. This isn’t what you signed up for. You were supposed to hate her, to resist everything she represents. But now, sitting here beside her in the rain, you feel something shift.

It’s small, almost imperceptible, but it’s there—a crack in the armor you’ve built around yourself, a tiny sliver of something other than resentment.

You clench your fists, willing yourself to stay strong, to keep up the walls that have kept you safe. But it’s hard, so much harder than it’s ever been before. And when you finally look at Wonyoung, really look at her, the fight inside you wavers.

She’s watching you with those soft eyes, full of a care you’ve refused to acknowledge for months. The rain has made her hair cling to her face, her cheeks flushed from the cold, but she doesn’t seem to mind. Her focus is entirely on you, her concern genuine and unwavering.

“I don’t need your pity,” you whisper, your voice barely audible over the rain. But even as you say it, you know it’s not true. What you don’t need is to feel this way, to feel your heart soften toward her when you’ve worked so hard to keep it hardened.

Wonyoung shakes her head slightly, her gaze never leaving yours. “It’s not pity,” she replies, her tone firm yet gentle. “I just… I don’t want you to be alone in this.”

Her words are like a lifeline, and for a fleeting moment, you want to reach out, to grab hold of what she’s offering. But you pull back, afraid of what it might mean, of what it could lead to. You’ve fought so hard to keep your distance, to stay independent, and letting her in feels like surrender.

So you swallow the lump in your throat, pushing down the emotions threatening to spill over. “I just needed some air,” you say, your voice more steady now, more controlled. “I’ll be fine.”

Wonyoung doesn’t argue. She simply nods, accepting your words even though you both know they’re only half-true. She stays beside you, though, silent and supportive, her presence a quiet comfort you didn’t know you needed.

The rain begins to let up, the storm passing as quickly as it came. But the tension between you remains, unresolved and lingering in the damp air. Eventually, Wonyoung stands, offering you a hand to help you up. You hesitate for only a moment before taking it, her touch warm despite the cold.

As the two of you walk back together, the umbrella shielding you both from the last of the rain, you can’t help but feel that something has changed between you. It’s subtle, a shift in the way you see her, in the way you feel when she’s close. But it’s there, undeniable, and you’re not sure if that scares you more than the storm that just passed.

Because for the first time, you don’t just see Wonyoung as your unwanted wife. You see her as someone who cares—someone who, despite everything, might just be worth letting in. And that thought, more than anything, is what you find hardest to push down as the two of you walk home in the fading rain.

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The ballroom is grand and opulent, filled with the elite of the business world. Crystal chandeliers cast a warm, golden glow over the room, illuminating the expensive suits and designer gowns of the guests. Soft music plays in the background, the gentle hum of conversation filling the air.

You stand near the edge of the room, a glass of champagne in hand, trying to blend in but feeling completely out of place. The event is Wonyoung’s domain—a world of powerful connections and strategic conversations. She’s in her element here, and you can’t help but feel like an outsider.

Your eyes find Wonyoung across the room, and you can’t look away. She’s surrounded by a small group of influential figures, her smile charming, her posture confident. Every gesture, every word she says, exudes a natural grace and authority. It’s like watching a master at work, and for the first time, you feel a pang of admiration—something you hadn’t allowed yourself to feel before.

As you watch her, something inside you shifts. There’s an unfamiliar emotion stirring in your chest, something more than just admiration. You’ve always known Wonyoung was competent, but seeing her like this, so poised and in control, it’s… impressive. And strangely, it makes you feel something you can’t quite name.

But you push those feelings aside, focusing instead on the coldness of the champagne glass in your hand. You’ve spent so long keeping your distance, building walls around yourself. Now isn’t the time to let them crumble.

Just as you’re about to slip out to the terrace for some air, a voice interrupts your thoughts. “So, you’re the spouse, huh?” The tone is condescending, laced with a smugness that grates on your nerves.

You turn to see an older man, a high-ranking executive from one of the companies Wonyoung frequently deals with. He looks you up and down, his expression dismissive. “Must be nice,” he continues, “being married to someone like her. You don’t have to do anything but look pretty, I guess.”

Your face heats up, but before you can respond, Wonyoung appears beside you. Her eyes flash with a fierce, protective anger. “Is that really how you speak about my spouse?” Her voice is sharp, cutting through the air with palpable intensity.

The man’s smile falters, surprise flickering across his face. “I didn’t mean anything by it. I was just making an observation.”

Wonyoung doesn’t let up, her tone harsh and uncompromising. “An observation based on ignorance. You don’t get to belittle her because you think it’s funny. You don’t know the sacrifices she’s made, the work she’s done.”

The man starts to stammer, but Wonyoung doesn’t give him a chance to recover. “You think you’re entitled to judge someone based on their relationship with me? You have no idea what she’s been through, what she’s accomplished. So why don’t you keep your opinions to yourself?”

The crowd around you begins to murmur, their eyes shifting between you and Wonyoung. The man clears his throat awkwardly, trying to regain his composure. “Okay, okay. I didn’t realize… I apologize.”

Wonyoung stands her ground, her expression unyielding. “I suggest you learn to be more respectful, not just to my spouse, but to everyone around you. We’re equals, and she deserves to be treated as such.”

As the man walks away, Wonyoung turns to you, her anger slowly melting into concern. “Are you okay?”

You nod, though you’re still processing the intensity of the defense. “I—thank you. I didn’t expect you to—”

Wonyoung cuts you off, her voice still firm but softer now. “You shouldn’t have to put up with that kind of disrespect. And for what it’s worth, I’m proud of you. Don’t let people like him make you doubt your worth.”

Her words, so different from the usual tension between you, catch you off guard. The way she stood up for you, her fierce protection, makes you reconsider everything you’ve thought about her. She’s not just the wife who took over your life; she’s someone who genuinely cares, someone who might just understand you in ways you hadn’t thought possible.

That night, as you lie in bed, the events of the evening replay in your mind. Wonyoung’s fierce defense, her protective nature, and the way she stood up for you make you see her in a new light. She’s not just someone you’re stuck with; she’s someone who fights for you, even when you don’t expect it.

You turn to face her in the dim light of the room, finding her already looking at you with a mix of concern and something softer. “I didn’t realize you felt that way,” you say quietly, your voice barely above a whisper.

Wonyoung’s expression is calm, but there’s a hint of vulnerability in her eyes. “I care about you, Y/N. More than you might believe.”

You lie back, staring at the ceiling, your thoughts a whirlwind. Wonyoung’s actions have shifted your perception, showing you a side of her that’s unexpectedly compassionate and fiercely protective. It’s a turning point, a moment where you start to see her not just as your spouse but as someone who might just be worth letting in.

You turn back to her, finding her lying close by. The distance between you feels smaller now, the walls you’ve built around yourself beginning to crumble. You reach out tentatively, and Wonyoung shifts closer, her warmth a comforting presence.

As you drift into sleep, you find yourself tangled in the sheets with her, the space between you shrinking. It’s the first time you share the bed without reservation, a small but significant step towards understanding each other better.

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The living room is softly illuminated by the warm light of the lamps, creating an inviting atmosphere. Outside, the city’s noise is a distant murmur, leaving the room in a peaceful hush. You and Wonyoung are snuggled together on the couch, a cozy blanket draped over both of you. It’s become a routine to spend these evenings together, sharing meals and conversations that you never thought you’d have.

Tonight, you’re sitting with a bowl of homemade pasta and a glass of wine, a comfortable silence hanging between you as you both enjoy the meal. After weeks of growing closer, this has become a favorite part of your day. The tension that once defined your relationship has eased, replaced by moments of genuine connection.

Wonyoung sets her fork down, looking at you with a thoughtful expression. “You know, I’ve been thinking…” she begins, her voice softer than usual. “Since you don’t need to manage your family’s company anymore, why don’t you take it back? I know it was important to you.”

You look up from your plate, surprised. “What do you mean? I thought you were handling it.”

Wonyoung nods. “I am. But I know it was your dream to run the company. I don’t want to stand in the way of that.”

You shake your head, feeling a mixture of gratitude and concern. “I appreciate that, Wonyoung, but I don’t want you to get in trouble with my dad. You’re doing a great job, and I don’t want to cause any issues.”

Wonyoung’s expression turns serious. “Your dad is already aware of the situation. He respects that I’ve been handling things, but he also knows how much the company means to you. I don’t want to overstep, but I’m offering this because I believe it’s what you want.”

You sigh, feeling conflicted. “I don’t want you to be stuck with the burden if you’re not comfortable. And I don’t want to be the reason you end up in trouble.”

Wonyoung reaches out, placing a comforting hand on yours. “It’s not about burden or trouble. It’s about supporting each other. If you want to take it back, I’ll make sure everything is smooth. But if you don’t, that’s okay too. I just want you to be happy.”

You look at her, the sincerity in her eyes making it hard to keep your guard up. “Thank you. That means a lot.”

The conversation shifts to lighter topics, and you both laugh over shared stories and memories. The comfort and ease between you are palpable, a stark contrast to the awkwardness that used to define your interactions. As the evening progresses, you find yourself feeling more at ease, more willing to open up.

Wonyoung stands to clear the dishes, and you follow her into the kitchen, where you continue chatting about trivial matters. The soft clinking of plates and the hum of the dishwasher create a soothing backdrop to your conversation.

As you’re drying the last dish, you turn to Wonyoung, your heart racing slightly. “Wonyoung, there’s something I’ve been wanting to tell you.”

She looks at you with curiosity. “What is it?”

Just as you open your mouth to speak, the phone rings loudly from the living room. The sound is jarring, and you both look at each other in frustration.

Wonyoung gives you an apologetic look. “Sorry, I should get that.”

You nod, trying to hide your disappointment. “Sure.”

Wonyoung answers the phone, her voice becoming distant as she steps into the other room. The warmth and intimacy of the moment are broken, replaced by the distant sound of her conversation.

You stand in the kitchen, feeling a pang of frustration. The confession you were about to make now seems like a distant dream, overshadowed by the interruption. You feel like you’ve let your guard down too soon, and the moment of connection is lost.

Wonyoung returns after a few minutes, her expression apologetic. “It was just a call from the office. Sorry about that.”

You force a smile, though your heart feels heavy. “It’s okay.”

You both return to the living room, the conversation picking up where it left off, but the closeness you felt earlier seems elusive now. As you sit there, you can’t help but feel a sense of missed opportunity, the words you were about to share still lingering unspoken.

Wonyoung sits beside you, her presence still comforting but the moment’s warmth has dissipated. You lie back on the couch, the blanket pulled around you, trying to push aside the frustration of the interruption.

Wonyoung glances at you, her eyes searching yours. “Are you sure you’re okay? You seemed like you were about to say something important.”

You nod, though you’re still feeling the weight of the unspoken words. “Yeah, just… another time.”

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— IF y/n was sure about anything it was the fact that she was going to kill kang yunseo. the girl was giggling beside her as their manager told y/n about an upcoming awards show, and the fact that she would be an mc for it.

if this was any other day, y/n sure as hell wouldn’t have agreed but fortunately for her danielle from newjeans would be her partner. you would be lying if you said you hadn’t developed a liking to the girl, despite your limited interactions. yunseo knew this, causing her to tell their manager that y/n wanted the job badly without ever telling her.

the youngest member of saturnz was always starting some kind of trouble, so y/n couldn’t exactly be surprised. the girl let out a sigh as the two of them were finally excused from the meeting, y/n's eyes never meeting yunseo’s as she stared her down.

“are you mad?” she asks quietly, making the older girl shake her head.

“why would i be mad yun?” y/n says to the younger girl, giving her a small smile.

“this gives me a chance to talk to danielle, so thank you.” she says, a smile emerging on yunseo’s face at her words.

“yeah, don’t blow it y/n.” she says smirking, making y/n groan.

“we can’t ever have a sweet moment.”

—

y/n had always loved the sunset. it calmed her to see the bright orange circle set, ending the day, finally. she sat on the couch that was near the window, her attention fully turned to the sky as the sun set. it was sad y/n couldn’t go outside and see it, but she managed.

aera sits down next to y/n, the girl taking in the beautiful colors in front of her.

“it’s always so pretty,” aera says softly, whispering it in a low tone to her younger member.

“i know, it reminds me of home.” y/n responds before continuing to bask in the beauty of the sunset. a smile arose on her face, making aera smile.

"are you ready for tomorrow?" she asks, to which y/n nods.

"it'll help us, i hope.” y/n says quietly.

“y/n..”

“aera, we need any publicity we can get.” y/n states firmly, the thought of everything that had happened so far since debut irritating her.

aera nods silently, choosing not to fight with y/n today. the girl was determined to get her members and her out, she’d do anything for them.

the silence was loud as y/n’s head hit her pillow, making her wince at the hardness of it.

“jia, did you put something under my pillow again?” y/n says, glaring at her other member laying in a small bed next to her.

“oh yeah my bad, i forgot to get my walkie talkie from under there.” jia says, trying to suppress her laughter.

“are you serious?” y/n says, in disbelief.

“no! i don’t know what’s under your pillow?” jia says, appalled at her members stupidity.

y/n rolled over quickly, picking up the pillow to reveal a small box.

“how the hell did you miss that?”

“oh shut up!”

y/n took the box in her hands, opening it carefully as if it was an artifact. the box revealed a small bracelet, having letter beads on it. it spelt out ‘saturnz’, following a heart.

“aera.” y/n says softly, trying to hold back her tears.

jia sat up, looking at the bracelet with a smile on her face.

“she always knows how to make us happy.” jia says, looking at y/n now.

even if it was such a small gesture, it didn’t fail to make y/n smile. aera knew she felt down earlier, so she made her a bracelet to remind her of her members when she was out. y/n sighed, the girl was always so thoughtful.

“i wouldn’t trade it for the world.”

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giginings · 11 months ago

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dress - h.yj

warnings: slight fluff, angst, smut, best friends to strangers to lovers, slowburn (?), drinking, honestly reader and yunjin are both gay drunk and in love, not proofread

nsfw warnings: dom!g!p!yunjin, sub!reader, oral, breast play, slight degradation (ex: slut, whore), dumbification, drunk sex, p in v, unprotected sex (WRAP IT BEFORE YOU TAP IT), she finishes inside, implication of aftercare

playlist: dress — taylor swift

word count: 3k (3,047)

from daphne: MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONEEEE

Being friends with Huh Yunjin was a blessing and somehow a hell of a curse at the same time. She was sweet, delicate, caring and absolutely beautiful. The kind of girl anyone would want. Perfect material for a best friend, and thankfully, she was yours. You wouldn’t trade it for the world.

However, being around while she had to gently reject handfuls of guys was petrifying to witness, feeling the embarrassment for whoever was brave enough to ask the girl out. You didn’t understand it, it wasn’t like anyone who had confessed to her wasn’t good looking, but whenever you’d ask she’d simply reply with “Why would I date them when I have you?”

And every time you’d have to push down the butterflies that would appear in your stomach.

All throughout high school, the two of you did almost everything together. There was nothing that either of you didn’t know about the other. For example, you knew that her English name was Jennifer. So, from that point on, she was always Jennifer, or Jen, or Jeni. Oddly enough, she didn’t seem to like anyone else calling her that but you.

No one ever saw the two of you apart, and if you were, you’d spend the time apart calling or texting. You were forever Huh Yunjin’s best friend and she was forever your best friend. That’s how it was.

Until it wasn’t.

It was junior year, and instead of seeing her by her locker, one foot planted on it, headphones on, she wasn’t there. No biggie, she’s probably just running late. She wasn’t. She had arrived perfectly on time with some girls you hadn’t known, and honestly they looked like they would chew you up and spit you out if you had even come close to them. But, no one was going to stop you from talking to your best friend, so you pushed down your fears and made your way over.

The silence as the 5 of you blankly stared at the other was deafening, but you walked over there for a reason. “Uh…you weren’t waiting for me by your locker Jen, is there like, a specific reason why or…?” The other three girls looked at Yunjin expectantly. Your best friend looked you up and down, her gaze a bit condescending. “Do you expect me to be there everyday waiting for you to get here? I don’t have time for that, you know. I have classes to get to.”

Her tone caught you off guard, she had never acted this way toward you. “No, I just— I thought it had become like our routine now.” You had originally expected a response from Yunjin until one of the girls beside her started to speak in her place. “So what, now she can’t hang out with other people? She has other friends, ___.”

You didn’t know what to say. Looking at all of their faces, and then Yunjin’s…it was probably best for you to just go.

It had been a month. 4 weeks. 28 days since you and Yunjin had talked.

You two shared quick glances at each other in the halls while you each rushed to your respective classes, but it wasn’t enough. Even your parents had started asking you where she was, and why she hadn’t come by recently. Nothing was the same without her. Everyday you silently hoped that she would be by your locker like she used to be, and she never was. And you were starting to think she wouldn’t be, ever again.

Huh Yunjin is so mean. So, so mean.

That was what you said to yourself as your head rested on the cold metal of the locker.

Quickly being brought back to reality by your newfound friend, Chaeryeong, you turned your head in her direction to be met with an expression of pity on her face that you so didn’t want.

“___, you really have to figure things out. Either talk to her and rekindle your friendship, or don’t and never speak to each other again. Take your pick, babe.” You couldn’t help but roll your eyes, she told you this every other day.

“Chaer, seriously, I’ll talk to her soon!” You heard a scoff from the girl beside you.

“Yeah, right. You say that every time. When is ‘soon’, ___?”

With that, she walked away and left you to wallow in your thoughts. At this point you really should just give up. You and Yunjin would never be friends again.

“…What’s up with you?”

Despite the tone of their voice, you were oddly excited to hear it. Turning around to see the redheaded girl before you, the magnifying smile on your face was basically impossible to hide. “Jen!” She’d give you a slight smile back, not showing nearly as much teeth as you did. “Hi, ___.” You’d switch between standing on the ball and heel of your feet, clearly exciting to be talking to her after so long.

“So, um, what did you need?” She’d peek behind you, and then meet your eyes again. “I, just, um,” —she’d point her finger, and you’d turn to look in the direction of her index, “need to get to my locker.”

Oh.

You had never been more embarrassed in your life.

“Oh! Oh, yeah, sorry.” You’d quickly mutter, moving to the side so she could get her stuff. You felt so entirely stupid. Of course she wasn’t there for you, why in God’s name would she be there for you? The slam of her locker closing brought you back to reality as she gave you a quick wave and strutted down the hallway. Your eyes made sure to follow her the whole time.

The shrill sound of the bell that rang throughout the hall let you know it was time for class, and as you walked towards Chemistry, you prayed that the rest of the day wouldn’t be as…humiliating.

That was years ago.

After high school, the two of you went to different universities and never really saw each other again. Right now, you found yourself thinking of her again. Was it anything new? No. It wasn’t like you had anything better to do though, considering you were sitting alone by the bar of the club Chaeryeong had dragged you to against your will. As your best friend was busy backing it up against some random, you sat swirling your drink in it’s cup. You never really were one for clubs or bars anyway. Too loud.

It reeked of marijuana and alcohol, and the body heat that was radiating from the drunken, pervy guys around you began to get suffocating. There was no fucking way you could stay any longer than you already had. Paying for your drink and texting Chaeryeong to let her know you were leaving, you swiftly got up and made your way to the door before feeling a warm but firm grip on your arm. Obviously you were extremely frightened, ready to uppercut punch whoever was crazy enough to grab you until you realized it was a very, very familiar face.

“Yunjin?”

That was all you could force out of your mouth, your expression laced with confusion. She still had that same charming smile. The girl seemed to have barely gotten any older, but you couldn’t say you expected her to. “Hey. You probably weren’t expecting to see me here, were you?” You realized that you actually were really happy that she was there, a smile finding it’s way onto your face. “No, I— I can’t say that I did, actually. But, I am glad that we’re talking again.”

“Yeah, me too. Are you here with anyone, or…?” You shook your head in response. “Uh, I was, but I was just about to leave. Clubs aren’t really my thing, y’know?” Yunjin silently agreed with a nod, taking a sip of her drink. “Yeah, they aren’t really mine either. I’m here with my friend, Chaewon. She should be…somewhere over there?” The redhead pointed her finger towards the dance floor where you saw who you assumed to be Chaewon swaying her hips to the music, drink in hand.

“Well, she looks like she’s having the time of her life.” You say, turning your attention back towards Yunjin.

She chuckled in agreement, doing a once-over of your face. “You still look as good as ever, y’know?”

Oh?

“Really?” You said in response, looking down into your cup. “Really.” You mentally cursed yourself for blushing so easily, the pink tint that painted your face getting harder to conceal. Looking back up at her, your eyes met her hazel ones. “You aren’t too bad yourself, Jen.” Her grin grew wider, tongue poking the inside of her cheek. The taller girl looked up, scanning the club before setting her drink down on the table.

“So, you said you were on your way out before I caught you, right?”

You nodded in response.

She grinned, opening her mouth once more to say, “I don’t really have the desire to stay here much longer either, so maybe we both could leave? Like, together?”

“…Sure.”

The kiss that the two of you shared was heated, her hands frantically roaming your body before reaching to help you take off your jacket. The article of clothing was quickly discarded, being thrown across Yunjin’s living room and forgotten. Everything about this was sloppy, and rushed. As if you both had been waiting for this since forever. The girl made quick work of having you up against the wall, her knee slotted in-between your thighs. Her teeth nipped your bottom lip, eliciting a whimper out of you.

Her lips started to trail down to your neck, suckling on the tender skin and leaving behind a purple bruise. Your hands made their way to the hem of her shirt, tugging it up. “Off, want it off.” You muttered, and she scrambled to tug her crop top over her head before treating it the same she did with your jacket. Her cold but gentle fingers played with the hem of your jeans, teasing you ever so slightly.

Pulling away from the kiss to catch her breath, your lips chased her own as a string of saliva connected the two of you together. “Needy little thing, aren’t you, Angel?” She’d say, tugging your pants past your thighs along with your underwear. Running a finger up your slit, you gasped from the sudden contact. “Fuck, you’re drenched. Who’s this for, baby?” The pet name went straight down to your cunt, clenching around nothing at her words. “You, only for you, Jen,” you managed to whimper out.

You felt her lips surround your aching clit, a gasp slipping past your mouth. Her tongue swirled around the bud, your eyes meeting her own. The pink muscle trailed down to your hole, her nose pressing against your clit. She made sure to keep eye contact with you as she tongue-fucked your entrance. A lewd moan emitted from you, pleasure spreading throughout your body. You notice her straining against her jeans, and you can’t help but whimper as you imagine her cock stretching you out.

She pulls away from your cunt only to mutter something about how sweet you taste, before going back to devouring your pussy. Her hand trails up to rub your clit, pinching it ever so slightly and you yelp in response. “Jen— feels so fucking good, please—“ You didn’t quite know what you were begging for, but it was like she understood you perfectly. She licks a long strip up your slit, sending shivers down your spine. Your thighs threaten to close around her head, but her hands quickly force them back open. You could feel yourself getting close, and Yunjin read you like a book. “You gonna cum? Go ahead, make a mess in my mouth, angel.”

She quickly pressed the pad of her thumb into your clit, instantly sending you over the edge. You felt your orgasm rushing over you, the feeling a bit overwhelming. Coming down from your high, she pressed a gentle kiss against your bud, making you shiver in response. Standing back up on her feet, her chin and lips glistened with your juices. The redheaded girl pulled you in for a kiss, a mewl eliciting from you as you tasted yourself on her tongue. She’d lift you up, carrying you to her couch and gently setting you down, her lips never leaving yours even for a second. Tugging your shirt up over your head and unclipping your bra, the girl bent down to suckle on your breasts, slightly pinching your other nipple. You whimpered slightly, reaching down to unbutton her jeans. She’d chuckle in response. “Impatient, are we?”

“Don’t tease, Jen. Need you, right now.” You said with glossy eyes, desperate for her to fuck you. Yunjin would do the rest of the work for you, pulling her hardened cock out of her boxers. Realizing how big it really was, you couldn’t help but bite down on your lower lip, feeling yourself get even wetter. Aligning herself up with your entrance, she’d tease your hole with her tip. “Gonna go in now, ‘kay?” You’d nod. Slowly, she’d push herself into you, hissing at the warmth of your cunt. Your mouth fell open at the feeling of her cock, the sting mixing in with the pleasure. “Goddamn, you’re tight— gonna fuckin’ split this pussy open, baby.” She’d say through gritted teeth.

Slowly starting to thrust into you, she let you adjust to the stretch. At first, it stung just the slightest bit, but then the pain left as soon as it came and left you wanting more. “Need you to go faster, Jen…” You heard her curse under her breath at that. “Faster? Okay, then.” She started to fuck you faster and harder, an almost pornographic moan sounding throughout the room from you. Her hand reaches up and rolls your nipple in between her fingers. “Fuckin’ love these tits, baby.” You whine at that, your fingers reaching to intertwine with her own.

Her movements speed up, hips thrusting into you even faster than before. The lewd sound of skin slapping against skin and the squelching of your pussy every time she fucked into you spurred Yunjin on even more. “Look at you, creaming all on my dick. You’re a slutty girl, aren’t you?” At this point, you were entirely gone, only focused on the feeling of her cock pounding your cunt. “Yesyesyes, only for you, Jeni!” Your nails dug into her hand as she reached to hike your legs over her shoulders, allowing her to drill into you even harder. You let out a choked moan, feeling her reach just the right spot. Tears started to well up in your eyes, the pleasure getting overwhelming. “That feel good? You like how I fuck you, baby?” You’ve been rendered completely senseless, not even able to form coherent sentences anymore. She’s left you completely a mess, your lipstick smudged, mascara streaking down your cheeks.

“Gonna fill this pussy up, make you all mine. Bet you’d like that, right? Want me to knock you up?” Yunjin’s totally pussydrunk off of you, saying whatever comes to mind at this point. She’s always had a liking to you, and you were completely oblivious to it. Until now, of course. You nod, agreeing with whatever she’s saying. Her words go through one ear and out the other, you can’t be bothered to listen. Not when she’s fucking you this good. “Yes, fill me up, Jen, want your cum, please!” She thrusts hard into you at that, hissing as you clench around her. “Fuck, squeezing my cock like a whore, baby—you gonna make a mess on this dick?” You can’t even reply, gaining a sinister grin from her. She knows she’s fucked you completely stupid. Your eyes practically roll to the back of your head, lips parted and swollen from you biting down on them. Everything was hazy for you, all your senses clouded and filled with her.

You both were sticky and hot and sweaty, and the room reeked of sex, but it wasn’t like either of you could be bothered to care. “Jeni, fuckfuck—“ Your nails dug into her arm, starting to draw blood. Yunjin bent down, suckling on your neck and collarbone. “Shh, it’s okay, cum for me, baby.” Instantly, everything seemed to go white. A broken cry left your mouth as you creamed all over Yunjin’s dick, her own orgasm following shortly after. The feeling was overwhelming, the girl’s thrusts getting softer and softer. The room was filled with pants and heavy breathing. The redhead sat back up to pull out of you, a whimper slipping past your lips. Yunjin watched as both of your juices mixed and spilled out of your cunt, muttering something under her breath. “Fuck, that’s so hot.”

Looking back up at you, the girl peppered kisses all over your face and neck, whispering small praises about how good you did for her and how proud she is. Brushing away strands of hair that stuck to your forehead, she’d smile slightly. You felt butterflies in your stomach, it was clear to see that she had nothing for you but love. “You okay? You wanna take a shower?” Returning the smile back at her, you found it funny how different this Yunjin was from the one you saw just moments before. You definitely weren’t complaining though, you loved both sides of her. “Yes, I’m amazing, Jeni. And yes, I’d love a shower. I think we’d both benefit from taking one.” You said with a slight chuckle.

Nodding in agreement, she’d pick you up bridal style and plant a small kiss to your lips. “Shower it is, then.” You suddenly held a finger up, making her pause. “But, I think we can wait a few, right? Right now, I think we should just…stay here.” Grinning down at you, she’d nod and set you back down. “That is completely fine with me too.”

If you expected to end the night any way at all, it wasn’t to be wrapped up in Huh Yunjin’s arms, but it wasn’t like you’d have it any other way.

“There is an indentation in the shape of you

Made your mark on me, a golden tattoo„

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