#hanni scenarios

[4kimji]

can you write a second part to the bangsaz story where its a three some of the two girls and the g!p reader please?

ofcc :3

6th member of newjeans, pt. 2 뉴진스 ⋆ ˚｡⋆

genre: smut, fluff pairing: bbangsaz x gp!reader

finally, get up promotions almost over! you and the newjeans members officially were one schedule away from a well-deserved break. the 6 of you girls were in busan to film a season two for your reality show.

the missions were divided into two. hyein, haerin, and danielle had the first mission while you, hanni, and minji had the second. the first mission required dani, haerin, and hyein to go into the bustling city and go to various shops. the second mission required you, hanni, and minji to stay at home and do a scavenger hunt.

today was the shooting of the first mission, so that meant you guys could chill for today. you decided to sit on the couch and watch your favorite k-drama. hanni was in the kitchen washing fruits, while minji was in her shared room doing god knows what.

suddenly, minji comes out of her room abruptly. she was in an oversized t-shirt and shorts. minji passes the couch and mumbles a greeting to you before rushing into the kitchen. she probably just wanted to help hanni finish up.. right?

minji’s sudden arrival leaves you feeling a little flustered. you glance up from the TV as she passes by, noticing the way her oversized shirt slips slightly off her shoulder, revealing a tad bit of her skin. her mumbled greeting is soft, almost intimate, and you feel a strange warmth spreading through your chest as she brushes past.

you focus back onto your k-drama, trying to take your mind off of the interaction that happened between you two. you hadn't realized how much time has passed until you saw hanni and minji come out of the kitchen with a fresh bowl of fruit.

hanni places the bowl on the glass table before taking a seat on the couch next to you. minji hesitates at first before sitting on the other side of you. great. you were sandwiched between both of them, and the tension wasn't helping either.

hanni reaches for a piece of fruit, the movement causing her to lean slightly against you. you stiffen, caught between the two of them, your senses overwhelmed. "what are you watching?" minji asks softly, her breath tickling your ear. you struggle to form a response, your mind suddenly going blank. "oh, um, it's.. it's that new drama everyone's been talking about."

while shifting to get more comfortable, hanni's thigh presses against yours. your heart rate quickens as you find yourself overthinking every point of contact between you and your two members. you try to focus on explaining the plot of the drama, but your words come out as mumbles and stutters.

"it's about... um, this girl who..." you trail off as minji leans in closer, her eyes fixed on the screen. "oh, i think i've heard of this one," she murmurs, her shoulder now flush against yours. hanni reaches across you to grab the remote, her arm brushing against your stomach. "can we turn it up a bit? i can barely hear it."

you nod quietly as you squeak out a small "yes". minji shifts, pulling her legs up onto the couch and curling into your side. her head rests on your shoulder, and you can feel her soft breath against your neck. your skin tingles where she touches you, and you struggle to keep your breathing steady.

on your other side, hanni leans back, stretching her arm across the back of the couch behind you. Her fingers accidentally brush against your hair, sending a shiver down your spine. the drama on the TV fades into background noise as your senses focus only on the warmth of their bodies pressed against yours.

"are you okay?" hanni asks, noticing your tension. "you seem a bit.. tense." "i'm fine," you manage to squeak out, your voice higher than usual. minji's hand on your bare skin sends a jolt through your entire body. you gasp softly, your mind reeling at the sudden intimate contact.

her fingers are cool against your warm stomach, and you feel goosebumps rising on your skin. "m-minji," you stammer, unsure how to react. "what are you..." before you can finish your question, hanni's hand comes to rest on your thigh. you turn to look at her, eyes wide with surprise and confusion. hanni hums softly, ingoring your flustered gaze as her thumb traced small circles on your leg.

your heart is racing, and you feel like you can barely breathe. the air in the room seems to have grown thick and heavy. minji's hand slowly trails up your stomach, her touch light but thrilling. you shiver impulsively, your breath catching in your throat. your mind is spinning, trying to process what's happening. well, it's not like this was your first time with the both of them..

minji's other hand comes up to cup your cheek, turning your face towards her. Her eyes are dark with desire as she searches your face. "are you okay?" she asks, trying to find an answer in your dazed expression.

you nod again, unable to find your voice. minji leans in slowly, giving you time to pull away if you want. hanni’s hand ghosts over your hard cock, squeezing the base of it when she finally finds it.

minji closes the distance between you, her lips soft and insistent against yours. at the same time, hanni starts to undress herself, starting from her shirt down to her pants.

as minji's lips meet yours, her kiss is gentle at first. she's a bit hesitant, but quickly grows more passionate. your hands find their way to her waist, pulling her closer as you lose yourself in her sensation.

meanwhile, hanni has finished undressing and moves to straddle your lap. her skin is warm against yours as she presses her body against you. she breaks your kiss with minji, turning your face towards her before bringing your lips up with her own.

soon, you find yourself naked between them. the room is filled with the sound of heavy breathing. minji's lips trail down your neck, her teeth grazing your collarbone. meanwhile, hanni's hands explore your upper body, her fingers tracing shapes on your skin.

hanni shifts in your lap, her hips grinding against yours. the friction sends sparks of pleasure through you, and you gasp while your head falls back. minji takes advantage of your untouched neck, her lips working their magic.

"i've missed doing this," hanni whispers. her hand slides down your stomach, lower and lower until she reaches your boxers. she slips her hand inside and wraps her fingers around your length. you gasp at the contact, your hips bucking up automatically. hanni begins to stroke you slowly, touching you teasingly. minji kisses your lips again, swallowing your moans as hanni continues her actions.

suddenly, hanni releases you and stands up. before you can protest the loss of her touch, she's hooking her fingers into the waistband of your boxers, tugging them down. you lift your hips to help her, and soon you're completely bare before them.

minji's eyes roam over your body. she hovers above you, her big breasts covering your vision. hanni starts to grind on your naked cock, her panties causing friction between the both of you. the sensation of hanni grinding against you is almost too much to handle. the thin fabric of her panties provides a lot of friction to drive you crazy, but you weren't satisfied enough.

meanwhile, minji's breasts sway teasingly above you. unable to resist, you lean forward to taking one of her nipples into your mouth. she gasps, her back arching as you swirl your tongue around her sensitive bud. hanni increases her pace, her movements becoming more frantic. you can feel her wetness seeping through her panties, coating your length.

minji threads her fingers through your hair, holding you close to her chest as you focus attention on her breasts. your free hand reaches up to cup her other breast, kneading and groping it gently. the room was filled with moans and curses as the three of you moved together. hanni's grinding became more intense, her hips rolling against yours at a supernatural pace.

your bodies became slick with sweat as you moved together. hanni's movements became extreme, her breath coming and going short gasps. you could tell she was close. "oh god" she moaned, her nails digging into your shoulders. "I'm gonna.. fuck!” she cums all over your cock, the white liquid oozing everywhere. she then decides to get up off of you and let minji feel what she felt.

“my turn.” minji says with a smirk, quickly pulling down your boxers all the way and discarding them. “fuck, your cock is so big.” she says while lining up her entrance with your tip. hanni licked her lips, the scene in front of her making her cunt soaked once more.

minji slowly sinks down onto you, her warmth enveloping you inch by inch. you both moan together as she takes you fully inside her. she pauses for a moment, adjusting to your size, her eyes closed in pleasure. "you feel so good." she breathes, beginning to rock her hips slowly.

you grip her waist, guiding her movements as she rides you. the sight of her above you, her head thrown back in pleasure, is almost too much to handle. you thrust your hips up to meet her, driving yourself deeper into her.

hanni watches with a hungry gaze, her hand slipping between her own legs. she begins to touch herself, her eyes fixed on where you and minji are joined.

minji's pace quickens, her movements becoming more frantic. you can feel her tightening around you, her moans getting louder by the minute. hanni’s hand matches minji’s tempo as she was greedy for her orgasm a second time.

after reaching her orgasm, hanni moved behind minji, her hands coming around to cup minji's bouncing breasts. minji leaned back into her touch, moaning softly as hanni's fingers teased her nipples. “are you going to be a good whore and cum for y/n?” hanni asked. “fuck, yes!” minji exclaims, her euphoria almost at it’s peak. minji cums with one drawn out moan, her lips immediately finding yours.

minji climbs off of your dick, taking her original spot next to you on the couch one more. the k-drama on the TV was still playing, instead having heavy breathing accompanying it.

hanni picks up her phone from the table, deciding to check if she had any texts from the manager or members. she gasps softly, but loud enough so that she was heard.

she looks to you and minji, who were focused on the show and catching your breath. "guys... the members finished filming."

[justwonder113]

Han drunkenly confessing to you

Inspired by this ask

Summary: When Chan calls you at 2 am to pick up drunk han because he is asking for you the last thing you expect is for Han to confess his love for you. warnings: CHAOS! Idiots to lovers, (Both reader and Han(mostly Han) are idiots.) Reader is gender neutral. Cursing to no one's surprise. Kissing. Han being somewhat drunk. Teensy tiny amount of angst. Reader almost having a mental breakdown from all the chaos. Somewhat proofread. let me know if I missed anything A/N- Happy new year lovelies! I wish you all the best! Please take care of yourselves and drink lot's of water. Thank you all for all the love and support you have given me, it really means a lot to me. Word count- 2.4 k

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You know how people put most bizarre things in their resumes? Like stuff they only did once and they wrote it down like they had some kind of PhD in that field? Well next time you if you decided to change jobs or just apply to a new one you would write down that you had an experience and could deal with being friends with Han Fucking Jisung! That is if he survived this day. Because what do you mean you were heading out to get his drunk ass home because this grown ass man was actually crying and asking for you in the damn club at two fucking am! You were so beating his ass once he got sober.

You were seeing such a great dream too. You and Han were actually together and didn’t have this weird ass relationship you two had right now where there were no literal boundaries and you didn’t have to question every day If he was returning the feelings or if you were delusional and he was just extra friendly and overall simply comfortable with you. He was quite touchy and flirty with boys too after all. So you could imagine how much headache this could bring in.

 Anyway, to stop with your let’s just say unfortunate love life and get to the point you were pissed. You really were looking forward after a shitty week sleeping in and actually resting. That’s why you didn’t go to the club with the boys in the first place. How much did he actually drink to be actually crying and asking for you? What was he, a toddler asking for his mommy? Or better yet what was up with you being actually in love with this man?

The club was quite crowded for 2 am. The neon lights of reds blues and greens kept flashing rhythmically. The shouts of laughter and the hum of conversation mixed with the music creating a bit of chaos but well it was a normal atmosphere for a club. As soon as you walked in the smell of cocktails mixed with perfume and sweat of the crowd immediately hit you. It was a bit headache inducing but it was tolerable, as long as you left soon. You started searching for your friends with your eyes which was quite hard at first the crowd really kept shifting and mingling with each other. People really looked like they were having time of their life and you, with the, I just woke up and I’m mad as hell face, surely sticked out like a sore thumb.

Thankfully you found the boys quickly. It wasn’t hard giving they were loudest in the whole establishment as always. They were by the entrance and thankfully everyone looking ready to leave.

As for the man child who was the main reason you were here in the first place, he was clinging to Minho yapping about something. He wasn’t crying now but his eyes really looked puffy and red. Honestly how much did he drink? Others looked normal. Well tired like they were already hungover but still normal. Minho really looked like he was seconds away from smacking him. Yes smacking him, he even managed to rile Minho up. God, what a lightweight.

Han must have noticed you because one second you were looking at his face light up and him call you baby on top of his lungs and the next second he was basically on top of you. He literally hugged you witch such force it was a miracle you were standing on your feet and didn’t fall over.

“Han be careful!” You hear Chan warn him, he sounded tired.

“I’m fine.” You mustered to croak out once Han let go a bit to check if you were fine, he still returned to hugging you but at least you could breathe now. He really must have missed you. God you really wanted to kiss him. All your anger and grumpiness immediately flew out the window. Good for him he was so cute or else you would have smacked his head for bringing you here. “How are you Hannie? A little birdie told me you were asking for me.”

Han looked at you with his wide boba eyes, his lips jutted out in the cutest pout ever. “Better now that you’re here. They are literally so mean baby, I’m glad you’re here. You’re my favorite.”- Han whined out and hugged you again. You looked at others who looked so done, only Minho looked bemused, he held his phone up and recorded Han whine to you. You looked at him with raised eyebrow as you patted Han’s back to calm him down.

Minho only shrugged, “I’m showing this to him when he asks me for something. You’re in charge now since you’re his favorite.”

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes. “Babe we both know that your softie ass is immediately going to cave in and do what he wants anyway.”

Minho glared at you, unamused by your comment but you didn’t really pay any mind to it, you had your attention to Han who stopped hugging you and went to Felix instead. He looked like he was about to start crying again any second now.

“Hannie baby what’s wrong?”

“You hate me!” His bold statement was followed by the most dramatic sob and collective sighs of being done from his friends.

“Why would you think that?” You were genuinely so confused. You had no idea what you did wrong.

Han glared at you for a second and returned to hugging Felix who was barely holding his laughter in. Not much to your surprise he quickly gave in. “You called Minho babe. You’re basically replacing me, you really must hate me.”

What now? You couldn’t help but blink in confusion because what the fuck was up with that logic. You really looked at him with a deadpan expression before the realization of what he said really dawned on you.

You tried, you really tried to hold your face together and not just burst out laughing, but you’re only just a human after all.

With the most teasing voice and biggest smile ever you used the chance to tease him, because let’s be real, pouty and sulky Han is the cutest Han. “Are you jealous baby?”

Han gasped and let go of Felix, he actually looked at you like he was mad now. Mad and maybe seconds away from crying which harshly puled on your heartstrings.

“I am! I’ve been in love with you for years and you’re calling Minho babe here!” He yelled and stormed off outside the club leaving you there shocked not knowing what to do. The boys also looked like they didn’t know what to do, only Minho was laughing his ass off and Hyunjin also looked like he was barely holding in his laughter in.

So he was jealous.

Oh.

Oh.

He said he loved you.

Han Jisung said he loved you.

The Han Jisung loved you.

He returned your feelings.

The boy you had been in love with for ages loved you back.

“HAN JISUNG GET YOUR ASS HERE!” You yelled as you chased after him. All seven of the boys cheering after you and encouraging you to get him. You would get to them later.

Thankfully he hadn’t gotten far, it might have taken you a second or two to let everything sink in. Han was closeby sitting on the sidewalk, pretty tears running down his rosy cheeks, what a silly boy, he even forgot to bring his jacket. You sat close to him thinking for a second of what to say to him, while also trying to warm him with your body head. He looked cold.

“If you want to tease me please go inside. I already feel like shit.” His voice was so raw and he looked so pained. It really hurt to see him like this. He sighed. “I need a minute okay? I will be fine I’m not that drunk anymore.” He took a pause. “I mean how can I be after the shit I said, God I am stupid!” You watched a tear run down his face. Before you could even realize what you were doing you reached and gently brushed away the tear. Han looked at you with tearful eyes.

“Maybe but who am I to judge? I mean, I didn’t even realize that my best friend, the man I had been in love with for god knows how long actually returns my feelings.”

God you said it. You actually admitted your feelings.

A pause.

Oh no, was he regretting it?

Was it something he just said because he was drunk?

You were startled out of your thoughts when Han literally slapped both of his cheeks. His skin immediately flushed angry red.

“What the fuck are they putting in these drinks? Actually making me hallucinate and shit.” Was he for real? You couldn’t hold yourself back so you smacked his arm.

Ignoring his whining you quickly got up and started to yell. “Han Jisung I did not just say I’m in love with you for you to think this is some kind of fucking hallucination! Do you know how much courage it takes to actually admit your feelings?” Han looked at you with wide eyes for a second then quickly got up too almost losing his balance for a second.

“Wait are you for real? You love me? You mean it?” - He asked with trembling voice.

You couldn’t believe your ears. “Of course I mean it? How can I joke about something like that?”

A second passed then two.

“Dude are you kidding me? How are you in love with me. Do you have no standards? You’re like a fucking deity, someone people should fucking worship the fuck you mean you love me? Raise your standards!”

God you needed to be paid for this shit but no amount would be enough. This whole situation made you want to pull your hair out one by one, or maybe scream on top of your lungs, or maybe actually hit him because what the fuck was this?

“ARE YOU KIDDING ME?” You actually couldn’t help but yell, you didn’t give a crap that you were in the middle of street and it was 2 am and maybe some people were actually asleep.

“NO?”

“I WILL ACTUALLY BEAT YOUR ASS!” You took a deep breath. You reminded yourself that he was somewhat drunk. You needed to stay calm for your own sanity at least. “Han when people tell you that they love you back you at least should be grateful that they return your feelings. The last thing you want to do is to tell them to raise their standards. Because frankly all I wanted to kiss you but now all I’m thinking about is how to hold back and not to beat your ass! You’re literally perfect what the fuck are you on about?”

You watched as the biggest grin appeared on his face. It was like his whole mood shifted. “You want to kiss me?” Okay you really wanted to hit your head against a wall now.

You couldn’t help but laugh at the absurdity of this whole situation. “Do you only hear what you want to hear?”

Jisung, still grinning got closer to you and wrapped his arms around your waist. “Maybe.” -he mused. “All I heard is that you want to kiss me. And I have wanted to know what it is like to kiss you since I met you. You don’t know how irresistible you are.” His voice was so sweet and tender your heart was going crazy. And it didn’t help when he leaned in and put his forehead against yours.

“I could say the same to you dumbass.” You sighed against his lips. When did he even get so close?

“Can I kiss you?” Han asked as his gaze kept shifting from your lips to your eyes.

Feeling impatient to actually answer you grabbed him by his cheeks and finally connected your lips.

Kissing him was so much better than you could have thought. His lips were cold and chapped but they felt so nice as they moved against yours. You couldn’t help but sigh in pleasure. You didn’t know who deepened the kiss but soon your tongue met his and you almost melted. He tasted so sweet. You could even taste fruity cocktails he must have had earlier on his lips. But there was something more, something purely just Han, which made you fall in love with him even deeper if it was possible. You could already feel yourself getting addicted to kissing him.

Soon you had to lean back for some air, seeing Han whine and actually chase after your lips made you smile, your heart feeling whole. You didn’t even remember why you were mad earlier. You just gazed at him lovingly his arms tight around you as your hands were still on his cheeks. His cheeks felt so warm against your cold hands, it must’ve still stung from his slap. You tried to soothe it as you gently caressed his skin. Loving how he leaned into the touch. Shaking your head a bit. Not in a million years could you imagine something like this could happen to you. Life sure is full of mysteries.

You two were brought back to reality by cheers and hollers of your forgotten friends. Oops? You immediately covered your face leaning into the hug more to hide, unable to look any of them in the eyes, feeling beyond embarrassed. Han chuckled and hugged you closer.

“This had to be one of the most painful confessions I have ever seen.” Seungmin deadpanned as others kept clapping and cheering for you.

“Like you had seen a lot of them.” Minho quipped back quickly.

“At least they finally got it over with.” Hyunjin chipped in.

“Tell me about it, it was painful to watch them.” Now it was Innie’s time to say something. Did they all have to say something?

“Oh by the way I recorded all of this, I’m playing this at your wedding.” Felix waved his phone.

Chan grinned. “Or we can show it to their children in the future.” He teased as Changbin cackled like a possessed witch.

God you were so done with these clowns.

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Yandere Karina, Hanni, Danielle, Wonyoung, Liz, Chaewon and Yunjin x Male Reader

*SORRY I FINISHED THIS STORY WAY TOO FAST HAHAHAH but here enjoy!🙏*

You had never imagined your life would turn into something out of a K-drama. After your dad remarried, you suddenly found yourself with seven new stepsisters—each one impossibly beautiful and somehow way out of your league in terms of charm and charisma. At first, the arrangement was simple enough: they ignored you, rolling their eyes or tossing sharp remarks whenever you tried to bond with them. To them, you were just some awkward, out-of-place stepbrother who didn’t belong in their picture-perfect world.

“Don’t touch my stuff, oppa,” Wonyoung had said within the first week, drawing an invisible line around her side of the house.

“Do you even know how to use a dishwasher?” Hanni had teased one evening, earning giggles from Danielle and Liz.

Even Karina, the most composed of the group, had given you cold, detached stares whenever you tried to strike up a conversation.

It was fine. You figured they needed time to adjust, and honestly, so did you. Life went on, and you kept your head low, avoiding their world of glittering social events, designer wardrobes, and seemingly endless selfies.

But things changed when you grew up.

You weren’t the same awkward teen anymore. College life molded you into someone more confident, someone who knew how to dress well, speak up, and draw attention without even trying. Suddenly, your step sisters weren’t just tolerating you—they were noticing you.

It started with small, innocent gestures.

“Oppa, I made extra coffee. Want some?” Yunjin smiled one morning, sliding a cup toward you.

“You’ve been working out, haven’t you?” Chaewon commented one day, casually brushing past you in the hallway. “You look… different.”

Hanni started asking for your opinion on her outfits. Danielle insisted you join their movie nights. Wonyoung, who used to act like you didn’t exist, began hovering around you during family dinners, peppering you with questions about your day.

It felt harmless at first, even flattering. But soon, things began to escalate.

The Turning Point

You were excited for your first real date with a girl from your university. Her name was Mina—sweet, down-to-earth, and refreshingly normal compared to the chaos at home. But when you mentioned her name over dinner, the air in the dining room shifted.

“Who’s Mina?” Karina asked, her voice sharp despite her calm demeanor.

“She’s just a friend,” you replied casually, sensing the sudden tension.

“A friend?” Wonyoung repeated, her fork clinking against her plate. “You’ve never mentioned her before.”

“She’s not that important,” you said, trying to brush it off.

The next morning, Mina canceled on you.

“I’m so sorry,” she texted. “Something came up. Let’s reschedule?”

You were disappointed but didn’t think much of it—until you noticed Chaewon smirking at you from across the living room later that day.

“Plans didn’t work out?” she asked, feigning innocence.

Something about the way she said it made your stomach twist.

The more you tried to explore your social life, the tighter their grip became.

When you mentioned studying late at the library, Danielle would suddenly “accidentally” spill water on your laptop. “Oops, oppa! I guess you’ll have to stay home and fix that.”

When you came home with a new phone, Liz snatched it from your hands, scrolling through your messages before handing it back with a tight smile. “Just making sure you’re not texting anyone shady.”

And when you decided to crash at a friend’s place for the weekend, Yunjin and Chaewon appeared at your door that night, claiming they “missed you too much to stay apart.”

Every time you tried to push back, they found a way to pull you closer.

It wasn’t until Karina set the new house rules that things turned truly sinister.

“Oppa, it’s for your own good,” she said, her tone soft but unyielding. “You’re too naive. The world outside is dangerous.”

Before you could argue, Wonyoung locked the front door. The key disappeared after that.

Thrilling Descent

The days blurred together in a twisted routine. You weren’t allowed to leave the house, and your phone was constantly “misplaced.” Any attempt to escape or call for help was met with swift punishment.

“Why don’t you trust us?” Hanni whispered one night, her eyes glistening with unshed tears as she blocked the hallway. “We only want to protect you.”

Whenever you refused to comply, they’d gang up on you. “If you’re going to be stubborn, oppa, we’ll have to keep a closer eye on you,” Liz said, leading you back to your room and locking the door behind you.

Their sweet smiles masked something darker—a possessiveness that sent shivers down your spine.

An Attempt

One night, you found a chance to snuck out—a window left unlocked, a moment of freedom within reach. You climbed out, your heart pounding as you sprinted into the night.

But before you could reach the gate, Karina stepped out of the shadows, a sinister grin attached to her face.

“Oppa,” she said, her voice calm yet chilling. “Did you really think you could leave us?”

Behind her, the others emerged one by one, their faces shadowed but their intentions clear.

“You’re ours,” Wonyoung whispered, stepping closer. “And we’ll never let you out of our sight, brother.”

The night after Karina and the others caught you trying to sneak out, they didn’t say a word. They didn’t yell, they didn’t cry. Instead, they simply guided you back to the house, their eerie calmness unsettling. Karina spoke softly as she locked the door behind you.

“I hope you learned your lesson, oppa. We don’t want to hurt you. But if you push us, we’ll have no choice.”

Your heart pounded as you stood there, drenched and trapped. You knew you had to tell your dad. He’d understand, right? He had to.

The next morning, you managed to get him alone in his office before he left for yet another business trip.

“Dad, I need to talk to you,” you started, your voice trembling.

He looked up from his laptop, his brow furrowed. “What’s wrong, son? You look stressed.”

“It’s about… them. My stepsisters. They’ve been acting really strange. They’re controlling everything I do—they won’t let me leave the house. Last night, they even—”

Your dad sighed, cutting you off. “I know they can be a little overbearing, but they’re just being protective. They’re girls, you know? They worry about you.”

“Dad, it’s not normal. They—”

“Listen,” he said, placing a hand on your shoulder. “I’m proud of you for being mature about this. They’ve had a tough time adjusting, too. Give it time. And if it gets too much, just talk to them directly, okay? You’re all family now.”

You stared at him in disbelief, your stomach sinking. “Dad, you don’t understand—”

“I have to catch my flight,” he said, brushing past you. “We’ll talk when I get back. Be good to your sisters, alright? I love you, son.”

The door closed behind him, leaving you alone in the silence.

Your dad’s absence wasn’t unusual. His work took him overseas for months at a time, and your mom—always tied up in her own international projects—was equally distant. It left you entirely at the mercy of your stepsisters, who wasted no time tightening their grip.

“Did you tell Dad?” Hanni asked innocently later that day, sitting cross-legged on the couch with Danielle.

The way she looked at you—head tilted, smile too sweet—sent a chill down your spine.

“Of course he did,” Chaewon said from the kitchen, her voice light but laced with menace. “Not that it matters. Right, oppa?”

You clenched your fists, refusing to meet their eyes.

A New Plan

Desperation clawed at you as the days dragged on. Your phone was still missing, and every attempt to sneak out was thwarted before it even began. It was as if they always knew what you were planning.

One night, you overheard Karina and Yunjin talking in hushed voices near the stairs.

“He’s been quieter lately,” Karina said. “Good. He’s learning.”

“Still,” Yunjin replied, “we can’t let our guard down. He’s stubborn.”

You realized then that the only way to escape was to outsmart them—to make them think you’d given up.

For the next week, you played along.

You smiled when Wonyoung asked you to help her with her makeup routine, even letting her brush against your arm a little too much.

You joined Danielle and Hanni for movie nights, laughing at their jokes and pretending not to notice how they pressed themselves against you on the couch.

When Liz asked you to cook dinner with her, you obliged, biting back your frustration as she leaned over your shoulder, her hand brushing yours.

“You’re being so good lately, oppa,” Chaewon remarked one evening, her eyes narrowing suspiciously. “I like it.”

You forced a laugh. “Maybe I’m finally getting used to this family thing.”

Your chance came late one night when you spotted Yunjin leaving her room, keys dangling from her hand. She’d been careless, leaving her door ajar as she went downstairs.

Heart racing, you slipped inside her room and began searching. It didn’t take long to find what you were looking for: your phone, tucked away in her nightstand.

You grabbed it, your fingers shaking as you powered it on. A flood of notifications popped up—missed calls from friends, messages from Mina, and even emails from your professors wondering why you hadn’t shown up to class.

But before you could call for help, the door creaked open behind you.

“What do you think you’re doing, oppa?” Yunjin’s voice was soft, but the anger in her eyes was unmistakable.

You froze, clutching the phone tightly. “I… I just wanted to check something.”

She stepped closer, her expression darkening. “You’re lying.”

Before you could react, the others appeared behind her, one by one, their faces shadowed but their presence overwhelming.

“Oppa,” Karina said, her tone calm but cold. “We trusted you. And this is how you repay us?”

Wonyoung shook her head, her eyes glistening with tears. “Why would you do this to us?”

“I just wanted—”

“You don’t need anything outside of us,” Liz interrupted, her voice trembling with emotion.

Yunjin snatched the phone from your hand, tossing it to the floor. It shattered on impact, the sound echoing through the room.

“Enough,” Karina said, stepping forward. “It seems you still haven’t learned.”

A Dangerous Game

They didn’t lock you in your room this time. Instead, they kept you close, always watching, always near.

When you tried to retreat to the bathroom, Danielle stood outside the door, humming softly.

When you went to bed, Wonyoung insisted on sleeping in your room, claiming she “had nightmares.”

Everywhere you turned, one of them was there, their sweet smiles masking something darker.

“You’ll see, oppa,” Chaewon whispered one night as she tucked the blanket around you, her fingers lingering on your arm. “We’re all you’ll ever need.”

The realization hit you like a tidal wave: there was no escaping them. Not while you were under this roof.

But you weren’t giving up.

Not yet.

The days turned into weeks, and you quickly learned that resistance only made things worse. The sisters weren’t just possessive—they were meticulous, calculating every move you made as if it were a game of chess. You were the pawn, and they were the queens, slowly closing in on you.

“You don’t need anyone else,” Hanni whispered one evening, brushing a lock of hair away from your face as you sat trapped on the couch. Danielle was curled up beside you, her head resting on your shoulder.

“We’re all you’ll ever need, oppa,” Danielle added, her voice a soft melody that sent chills down your spine.

They controlled every aspect of your life now. Your meals were prepared by them, your wardrobe was chosen by them, and your free time was spent under their watchful eyes. Any attempt to rebel was met with swift punishment.

One night, you tried breaking a window to escape, but before you could climb out, Karina and Yunjin dragged you back into the house, their strength surprising.

“We warned you, oppa,” Karina said, her voice icy. “You’re ours. Why can’t you just accept that?”

Yunjin smirked, holding up the shards of broken glass. “If you’re going to act like a child, we’ll have to treat you like one.”

They locked you in your room for three days after that, only letting you out when you promised—no, begged—to behave.

Your mental state began to deteriorate. The isolation, the constant surveillance, the manipulation—it was suffocating. You found yourself second-guessing everything, wondering if maybe they were right.

“We’re just trying to protect you, oppa,” Liz said one afternoon as she caressed your hair, her touch oddly soothing. “The outside world is so dangerous. People out there… they don’t love you like we do.”

“Love?” you repeated, your voice hollow.

Wonyoung nodded, her eyes wide and earnest. “Of course we love you. More than anyone else ever could.”

It was in the way they said it—in their unwavering gazes and saccharine smiles—that made you realize just how far they were willing to go.

The Birthday Incident

Your birthday was supposed to be a moment of reprieve, a chance to reconnect with the world outside. Instead, it became the turning point—the moment you truly understood there was no escape.

They threw you a party, decorating the house with balloons and streamers. The dining table was piled high with your favorite foods, and a cake sat in the center, candles flickering.

“Make a wish, oppa!” Danielle chirped, clapping her hands.

As you closed your eyes, you thought of freedom. Of running far, far away from this nightmare.

But when you opened your eyes, the sight before you made your blood run cold.

Your phone was there, fixed and placed neatly beside the cake. For a moment, hope flared in your chest.

“You’re letting me have my phone back?” you asked cautiously.

Karina smiled, but it didn’t reach her eyes. “Of course. It’s your special day.”

You grabbed it, your fingers trembling as you powered it on. The screen lit up, and you quickly navigated to your messages.

Only to find them empty.

No calls, no texts, no contacts.

“What… what did you do?” you whispered, your voice breaking.

“We cleaned it up for you,” Yunjin said, leaning casually against the table. “No distractions. Just us.”

Your stomach churned as you looked at them, their smiles widening as realization dawned.

“This isn’t love,” you said, your voice trembling. “This is… this is insane.”

Wonyoung tilted her head, her expression almost pitying. “Oh, oppa. You’ll understand someday.”

From that day on, they tightened their grip even further. The locks on the doors were reinforced. The windows were barred. Every move you made was monitored, every word you spoke carefully scrutinized.

When you tried to rebel, they punished you—not with violence, but with manipulation.

“We’re only doing this because we love you,” Chaewon whispered one night as she held your hand, her grip firm. “Why can’t you see that?”

And when you begged for your freedom, they only smiled.

“You don’t need freedom,” Karina said, her voice soft but unyielding. “You have us.”

The Final Descent

One stormy evening, as thunder rumbled in the distance, you sat in the living room, surrounded by them. They were laughing, talking, acting like everything was normal. But you couldn’t take it anymore.

“You’ve ruined my life,” you said suddenly, your voice cutting through the laughter.

The room fell silent.

“Oppa,” Hanni said softly, her eyes wide. “Why would you say that?”

“You’ve trapped me here,” you continued, your voice rising. “This isn’t a family. This is a prison.”

For a moment, no one spoke. Then Karina stood, her expression unreadable as she walked over to you.

“Oppa,” she said, crouching down so she was at eye level. “You need to understand something.”

Her hand reached out, brushing a strand of hair from your face.

“You belong to us. And we’ll do whatever it takes to keep you safe. Whatever it takes.”

The others nodded in unison, their gazes unwavering.

And in that moment, as the storm raged outside and their words echoed in your ears, you realized the truth.

There was no escape…for now..

The storm outside grew more violent, the howling winds rattling the barred windows. As the sisters began retreating to their rooms for the night, you felt the familiar weight of hopelessness settle in your chest. But tonight, something was different. As you stared out the window, lightning briefly illuminated the outside—the gate was ajar. Maybe one of them had forgotten to lock it after bringing in groceries earlier. It was a slim chance, but it was a chance nonetheless.

You waited until the house fell silent, the sisters presumably asleep. Silently, you slipped on your sneakers, heart pounding as you made your way down the creaking staircase. Every sound felt deafening in the stillness, but you couldn’t stop now.

When you reached the door, you froze. The key was still in the lock. A miracle. With shaking hands, you turned it slowly, praying they wouldn’t hear the faint click as the lock disengaged. The moment it did, you pushed the door open and bolted into the storm.

The rain was cold, soaking you instantly as you sprinted down the driveway and toward the open gate. Freedom was within reach. The pounding of your heart drowned out the thunder as you crossed the threshold, stepping into the empty street beyond.

But then, headlights.

You turned just in time to see a car barreling toward you, the driver unable to stop in the rain-slicked road. The impact was sudden and brutal, sending you sprawling onto the pavement. Pain exploded through your body as darkness consumed you.

Waking in a Nightmare

When you finally came to, the bright lights of the hospital room burned your eyes. The beeping of monitors echoed faintly in your ears, and your body felt heavy, restrained by the weight of painkillers and bandages.

“You’re awake,” a soft voice said, and you turned your head to see a nurse standing by your bedside. She smiled kindly, adjusting the IV line in your arm. “You’re lucky. The accident could’ve been much worse.”

For a moment, relief washed over you. You’d escaped. You’d finally gotten away.

“Where am I?” you croaked, your throat dry.

“The city hospital,” the nurse replied. “You’ve been here for a few days. Don’t worry, we’ve been taking good care of you.”

You tried to sit up, but the pain in your ribs forced you back down. “My parents… Did you call them?”

The nurse hesitated, glancing at the clipboard in her hands. “We tried contacting your parents, but they’re both out of the country and couldn’t be reached. So, we contacted the next closest people to you.”

Your blood turned to ice.

“No,” you whispered, your voice trembling. “Please tell me you didn’t—”

Before you could finish, the door to your room creaked open. One by one, they walked in—Karina, Wonyoung, Hanni, Chaewon, Yunjin, Danielle, Liz. Their perfect faces were painted with expressions of concern, but there was something sinister lurking beneath their sweet smiles.

“Oppa!” Wonyoung cried, rushing to your bedside. “We were so worried about you!”

“You should’ve told us you were leaving,” Karina said, her tone soft yet reproachful. “We could’ve kept you safe.”

“I’m just glad you’re okay,” Yunjin added, her hand resting lightly on your shoulder.

You stared at them in disbelief, your heart hammering in your chest. “How… How did you find me?”

“We’re family, oppa,” Chaewon said, sitting on the edge of your bed. “We always know where to find you.”

Danielle leaned over, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “You scared us, you know. But it’s okay. You’re safe now. And we’re not letting you out of our sight again.”

You looked toward the nurse, desperate for help, but she only smiled. “Your sisters have been here every day, taking care of you. You’re lucky to have such a loving family.”

“No,” you whispered, panic rising. “They’re not my family. They’re—”

Hanni shushed you gently, pressing a finger to your lips. “Shh, oppa. Don’t upset yourself. You need to rest.”

The nurse nodded. “She’s right. You need to focus on recovering. Your sisters will make sure you have everything you need.”

You wanted to scream, to beg the nurse to call the police, but your body betrayed you, too weak to fight back. The sisters crowded closer, their presence suffocating.

Karina leaned in, her hand brushing against yours. “Don’t worry, oppa. We’ll take you home soon. Everything will be just like it was before.”

“No,” you rasped, tears streaming down your face. “Please. Let me go.”

But their smiles only widened.

“You’re ours,” Wonyoung whispered, her voice dripping with possessiveness. “Forever.”

The days that followed were a blur of enforced care. The sisters rarely left your side, taking turns watching over you. Karina handled the paperwork for your discharge, ensuring you’d return home as soon as possible. Hanni and Yunjin fed you, their hands lingering a little too long as they helped you eat. Wonyoung fluffed your pillows, her touch oddly tender, while Danielle played soft music to “help you relax.”

You quickly realized there was no escape. Not here, not in the hospital, and certainly not once they took you back to the house. The accident had sealed your fate, tethering you to them in a way that felt unbreakable.

As they wheeled you out of the hospital on the day of your discharge, you saw the car waiting for you—sleek, black, and ominous. Karina held the door open, her smile as sweet as poison.

“Welcome home, oppa,” she said softly.

The ride home from the hospital felt suffocating. The rain poured down in sheets, blurring the windows of the van Karina had insisted they use to bring you back. You were silent, your leg still throbbing in its cast, while the others chatted in low voices, as if you weren’t even there.

“Don’t worry, oppa,” Wonyoung chirped from the front seat, turning her head to give you a sweet but unsettling smile. “We’ve made some changes to the house. You’ll love it.”

Your stomach twisted at her words. You had been too weak to resist when they insisted on signing you out of the hospital and taking you home. The nurse’s words still rang in your ears:

“They’re your family now, and they seemed so concerned about you. You’re lucky to have them.”

Lucky. You swallowed hard, your mouth dry, as the van pulled into the driveway. The house loomed in the darkness, its windows casting faint, flickering light like the eyes of a predator waiting for its prey.

The moment the van stopped, Chaewon and Danielle were by your side, unbuckling your seatbelt and helping you into the wheelchair. Their hands were gentle, almost too careful, but you could feel the iron grip of their control in every movement.

“Careful, oppa,” Danielle murmured, tucking a blanket around your lap. “We wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself again.”

The door to the house opened, and Yunjin stood in the doorway, her silhouette framed by the dim glow of the lights inside. “Welcome home,” she said softly, her voice carrying an edge of finality.

As they wheeled you inside, your breath caught in your throat. The house you remembered was gone. The cozy warmth and modern elegance had been replaced by something much darker. The walls were painted a muted gray, the windows draped with heavy blackout curtains that allowed no glimpse of the outside world.

But it was the dining room that sent a chill down your spine.

The large dining table had been modified—no, transformed. Each chair was outfitted with thick leather straps on the armrests and legs, as well as a wide belt across the backrest. The table itself had been cleared of its usual decorations, leaving only an eerie emptiness that seemed to magnify the oppressive atmosphere.

“What is this?” you croaked, your voice barely audible.

“It’s for your own safety, oppa,” Karina said, stepping in front of you. Her expression was calm, almost soothing, but her eyes betrayed something far more chilling.

“You’re so clumsy,” Wonyoung added with a giggle, her hand brushing against your shoulder as she leaned closer. “We can’t risk you running off and getting hurt again.”

They wheeled you to one of the chairs, and Chaewon knelt beside you, her fingers brushing your cast as she smiled. “See? This way, you’ll always be safe. Always with us.”

Your body tensed as Liz and Hanni began strapping you in, their movements precise and practiced. You tried to resist, but your weakened state made it impossible to fight them off. The straps were snug but not painful, their tightness a cruel reminder of how little freedom you had left.

“Please,” you whispered, your voice breaking. “You don’t have to do this.”

“We do, oppa,” Yunjin said from behind you, her tone soft but unyielding. “You don’t understand yet, but you will. We’re all you need.”

Bound Forever

As the final strap was secured, Karina crouched down in front of you, her hands resting lightly on your knees. “This is your home now. There’s nothing out there for you—nothing but pain and loneliness. But here… here you’re loved. Here you’re safe.”

Tears burned in your eyes as the reality of your situation sank in. There would be no more escape attempts, no more fleeting moments of hope. The house had become your prison, and your step sisters were its wardens.

“We’ll take care of you, oppa,” Wonyoung said, her voice almost a whisper as she kissed your cheek.

“Forever,” Chaewon added, her fingers brushing against your hair.

As they stood around you, their smiles unwavering and their eyes filled with an unsettling devotion, you realized the horrifying truth: you weren’t just bound to them by straps or walls. You were bound by their obsession, and there was no escaping it.

Not now. Not ever.

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pairing : jock!reader x meangirl!jimin

synopsis : you swore on your homies life jimins car wasnt there when you reversed. now you have to face the consequences of being jimins slave for the whole summer

a/n : IM BACK GUYS I FINISHED HIGHSCHOOL WOWOWOWOWOWO. i have a sophia fic cooking up in the oven pls give me motivation to write

the sun rays burns down on the pavement. casting shimmering heat waves off the rows of parked cars infront of the supermarket. the air smells like asphalt and faintly of gasoline. tension in the air so thick it might as well be solid and yet. none of it compares to the suffocating weight in your chest as you stare, in horror, at the very expensive, very sleek, very ruined black car in front of you.

you really didn’t mean to do it.

you swear on your mom’s life you didn’t.

but the horrifying crunch of metal against metal still rings in your ears. vibrating through your bones like the aftershock of an earthquake. your hands are frozen on the wheel, white-knuckled, and your breath catches somewhere between your ribs as you take in the undeniable dent you just gifted this beautiful, angry looking machine.

“oh. oh no. oh my god. i did not just—” you breathe out. stomach twisting in sheer horror. this wasn’t supposed to happen. you were supposed to run a quick errand. buy groceries for your mom. go home and continue your harry potter marathon. not this.

“stupid,” you mutter, smacking your forehead with the heel of your palm. “stupid, stupid, stupid—”

before you can even process your next move, the driver’s door swings open with a force that makes you flinch.

yu. fucking. jimin.

the richest kid in school. the kind of rich that makes people whisper behind her back, half in awe, half in resentment.

her dad owns the most luxurious country club in town. which of course, makes her the best golfer in school. not because she loves it, but because she was practically raised on the green. probably holding a club before she could even walk. she walks through the halls like she owns them (and maybe she does).

her head high, expression unreadable, never wasting words on people she doesn’t deem worth her time. she only keeps a tight circle. four friends. untouchable. (though one of them is your partner in chemistry , minjeong whose company you enjoy alot and you dont understand how a soft girl like her is best friends with jimin).

she gets whatever she wants. people trip over themselves to be on her good side. and when they're not? well. she makes them regret it. and right now, judging by the absolute murder in her eyes, you are very much not on her good side.

your brain short-circuits, all logical thought thrown straight out the window. your vision tunnels, your stomach flips, and before you can even register what’s happening, your head tips forward, smacking against the steering wheel.

the horn blares, loud and jarring, slicing through the summer air like a knife.

you jolt upright immediately, blinking fast, your heartbeat thundering in your ears. the world is still spinning, and yet one thing remains painfully clear. you are so, so screwed.

jimin stands there, arms crossed, sunglasses perched on her head, dark hair gleaming in the sunlight like something out of a goddamn magazine. the breeze tousles a few loose strands around her face. but her eyes dark, and burning with barely restrained fury stay locked on the damage, as if she’s willing the dent to disappear through sheer force of her eyes. her top tightly hugs her frame that almost made you pass out again

she exhales sharply, running a hand through her hair. the strands slip through her fingers effortlessly, like silk, and it almost distracts you from the murder written all over her expression. almost.

“you have got to be fucking kidding me,” she seethes. voice low. deadly.

her posture is stiff, shoulders squared, one perfectly manicured hand resting on her hip. the subtle shift of her weight onto one leg makes her stance look effortless, like she owns the entire parking lot and by extension, your life.

you, on the other hand, are still frozen in your car like a complete idiot.

“get. out.”

you scramble to obey. nearly getting tangled in your seatbelt in your rush. your sneakers scrape against the pavement as you finally step out. the heat hitting you full force, and you’re suddenly hyperaware of how dry your mouth is.

“okay, okay, before you, um, say anything…, i just wanna say that i deeply regret my actions and—”

“regret?” she scoffs. taking a slow, deliberate step forward. “you wrecked my car, hotshot. i don’t care about your regret. i care about my bumper.”

your nose scrunches. “hotshot?”

jimin tilts her head, mock innocence dripping with venom. “oh, is that not what they call you?”

your jaw clenches. face heating even more than it already was under the sun. “that’s uncalled for.”

“so was your car slamming into mine,” she deadpans.

“technically,” you start, trying desperately to ease the tension, “it’s my bumper that—”

“do not finish that sentence unless you want to die in this parking lot.”

you snap your mouth shut. “right. totally fair.”

jimin pinches the bridge of her nose. her patience clearly wearing thin. the sharp inhale she takes in through her nose is slow, measured, like she’s actively resisting the urge to strangle you.

“do you even have insurance?”

your stomach sinks. “…define insurance?”

the laugh that escapes her is dry, humorless, and a little terrifying. “oh, this is gonna be fun.”

you shift awkwardly on your feet. the asphalt radiating heat through the soles of your shoes. sweat drips down the back of your neck, and you resist the urge to wipe it away, because somehow, looking nervous in front of her feels even worse than actually being nervous.

“sooo… how much are we talkin’?” you try, forcing out a bright, if not completely panicked chuckle. “like, damage-wise? i-i can pay you back. eventually. probably.”

“no. no probably.”

her voice is steel, and when you look up, her arms are crossed again, her nails tapping against her elbow. she’s still looking at you like you just ran over her childhood pet, and it’s making your stomach churn.

“you will pay me back,” she continues, voice calm, controlled. and then, a smirk, slow and wicked, curls onto her lips. “or else.”

your pulse stutters. “or else… what?”

she leans in, just slightly, and suddenly, she’s everywhere. her scent, something expensive and infuriatingly pleasant, wrapping around you like a trap. your breath catches. it’s distracting, the way she moves, the effortless confidence. the quiet kind of power that makes your stomach twist.

“or else you’ll regret ever stepping behind a wheel, sweetheart.”

your mouth goes dry.

jimin is close, too close, and the sun catches on the sharp angles of her face, highlighting the slight arch of her brow, the press of her lips, the way her eyes are practically daring you to push your luck. your fingers twitch at your sides, and you swallow. you don’t know whether to be terrified or intrigued. maybe both.

“give me your number,” the warmth of her breath ghosts over your skin, and your brain short-circuits for a second. her perfume is something delicate yet undeniably expensive, the kind that lingers, the kind that’ll stick to your clothes if you stand here any longer.

you fumble with your phone, fingers clumsy, pulse hammering against your ribs. she watches, amused, and somehow, that makes it worse.

“i’ll text you all the details so get ready for one hell of a summer”

last night, at exactly midnight, an unknown number texted you. right of the bat you knew it was her. she texted you a demented and threatening text you’ve come to expect from her.

“tmrw 9am sharp at the country club. dress accordingly. don’t be late or i’ll make sure you regret ever stepping foot on a basketball court again.”

she knew exactly what she was doing, sending that text just late enough to ruin a good night’s sleep. you woke up dreading the day ahead, and now, you’re actually living it. the frustration settles in again like a second wave, thick and inescapable. you hate the stupid country club. hate the stupid sun burning the back of your neck. hate the stupid heavy golf bag on your shoulder. and jimin

…okay, maybe hate is a strong word.

but considering how smug she looks right now. immaculate as ever in a crisp white polo that fits her perfectly, tucked into an infuriatingly short skirt that only accentuates her toned legs. and goddamn those thighs– you think she deserves at least a little bit of it.

the way the country club aesthetic should be obnoxious but somehow works flawlessly on her only adds to your growing irritation. the neatly pressed uniform, the poised stance, the effortless air of privilege. even the faintest scent of something expensive. probably a perfume that costs more than your debt clings to her like an afterthought.

it's annoying.

she doesn’t even have to try.

jimin shifts her weight slightly, rolling her shoulders back as she adjusts her golf glove with slow, deliberate movements. she does everything with an infuriating sense of ease, like she knows she’s being watched and thrives on it. her fingers flex slightly before she pulls the glove snug, and when she finally turns to look at you, there’s a flicker of something in her gaze—amusement, condescension, curiosity. all neatly wrapped in a bow of insufferable confidence.

"this is actual, real-life torture," you grumble, adjusting the strap of the golf bag for what feels like the hundredth time as you follow her across the pristine green. the weight digs into your shoulder, pressing into already-sore muscles, and you know tomorrow will be hell. "can’t you just, i don’t know, get one of the employees to do this?"

jimin doesn’t even spare you a glance as she steps onto the tee box, stretching her arms above her head in a slow, languid motion. the movement elongates her frame, revealing a glimpse of her toned stomach, muscles flexing subtly under smooth skin. your throat goes dry, warmth creeping up your neck as you try, really try, not to react. you snap your gaze toward the horizon, willing yourself to think of anything else, but the image lingers stubbornly.

jimin, of course, is fully aware. she drops her arms with an easy grace, a knowing look flickering in her eyes before she turns away, the corner of her lips curving just slightly. not quite a smirk, but something close, something taunting. she rolls her wrists, settling into position like nothing happened, like she didn’t just momentarily wreck your focus with a stretch. "the employees," she says smoothly, rolling her wrist as she grips the club, "are not in debt to me for crashing into my car."

you groan, adjusting the heavy golf bag filled with clubs on your shoulder. easing the discomfort "you are never gonna let that go, are you?"

"not until you pay me back. and at the rate you’re going, that might take a while, hotshot." her voice is as sweet as honey but edged with superiority, like she’s savoring every second of your misery.

you clench your jaw. hotshot. again.

"you have to stop calling me that," you mutter, setting the bag down next to the tee box with more force than necessary, the weight making your arms ache.

except jimin isn’t looking at the bag. she’s watching you, the way your muscles shift as you move, the barely concealed strain in your shoulders. there’s something almost delighted in her gaze, like she’s found a new source of entertainment.

"oh? why? does it bother you?" she asks, plucking a driver from the bag with an ease that only irritates you further. the way her toned arms flex with the motion doesn't help either. she knows exactly what she’s doing, and judging by the quirk of her lips, she’s enjoying every second of your discomfort.

you narrow your eyes, crossing your arms. "it’s inaccurate."

she hums, lining up her shot, an infuriating smirk ghosting over her lips. "hmm. i disagree. you think you’re hot shit on the court, don’t you?"

her stance shifts slightly, feet planting firmly into the grass as she squares her shoulders. the way she moves is calculated. each adjustment precise, deliberate. you watch as her fingers curl around the grip, her knuckles flexing slightly as she angles her wrists just so. the air around her feels different in moments like this, a sharp contrast to the casual arrogance she usually wears like a second skin.

before you can respond, she swings. smooth. effortless. perfect.

the club slices through the air with a quiet whisper, and the ball soars down the course, landing dead center on the fairway. jimin straightens, tilting her head as she finally turns to look at you, self-satisfaction radiating from every inch of her.

"well?" she asks, the challenge clear in her voice.

you blink. what was the question again?

you clear your throat, forcing your expression into something unimpressed. "eh. i’ve seen better."

jimin steps closer, and you swear there’s something different in her movements now. something looser, almost playful. she twirls the club in her hands, letting it dig into the ground after catching it again. she rests on one leg as the other twists over another and leaned onto the club. "oh? who?"

you open your mouth, but nothing comes out.

she smirks. "thought so."

your cheeks heat for some stupid reason, and you quickly turn to grab the golf bag. except you miscalculate the weight, and the sudden shift nearly sends you stumbling forward. you barely catch yourself, muscles straining as you regain control, arms flexing instinctively.

jimin doesn’t say anything.

which is weird. because jimin always has something snarky to say.

when you glance up, you catch her staring. her gaze flickers, just for a second, down to your arms. subtle, almost unnoticeable, but you see it. the faintest parting of her lips, the quick inhale. a hesitation she probably isn’t even aware of.

you blink.

she blinks.

and just like that, her usual sharp expression returns, like she wasn’t just caught red-handed checking you out.

"keep up, caddy," she says coolly, turning on her heel. walking ahead of you

but her voice isn’t as sharp as before. slightly wavering and breathless.

you squint at her.

that was definitely something.

you hoist the golf bag onto your shoulder with a frustrated sigh, muttering under your breath as you follow after her. "this is gonna be the worst summer of my life."

she doesn’t turn around, but you swear you see the tiniest smirk.

the day only got worse from there. as if lugging around a golf bag that felt like it was stuffed with bricks wasn’t enough, you quickly learned that being jimin’s caddy also meant serving as her personal errand runner. every time she hit a ball off-course. which, to your growing dismay, was more often than you expected. she’d wave you off with a casual, “go fetch.”

and so, you trudged through endless patches of rough, waded through ankle-deep ponds, and even had to dig through bushes that seemed personally offended by your presence. at one point, you nearly lost your footing in a muddy ditch, and when you glanced back at jimin for some semblance of pity, she was too busy taking pictures. of you.

she was documenting your suffering.

"you’re actually evil," you huffed, you grumble, wiping a streak of dirt from your cheek with the back of your hand.

jimin forces her expression into something neutral, trying not to squeal at how adorable you look with a streak of dirt near where you just rubbed. ignoring the way her pulse has picked up.

"oh, come on, hotshot. i’m giving you a real athlete’s workout,” her voice comes out smoother than she expects, she can feel a slight waver in her voice. adjusting her visor with a smile that was entirely too pleased seeing you all dirty. she watches you bend down again, muscles flexing under that stupidly tight shirt. the sun clings to your skin, highlighting every sharp dip and defined ridge of your back as you drag another golf ball out of the mud.

before she can think twice she snaps another photo and sends it away into the groupchat. Her camera roll is basically just a collection of you suffering. her fingers hesitate before sending another one. she observed the recent picture; dirt smeared across your sharp jaw, shirt sticking to your back, the messy, tousled way your bangs fall over your forehead.

you look–

she presses her lips together, hard trying to shoo away the tingling feeling in her lower stomach. she swallows, shifting as you shake the ball off, sending tiny droplets flying, some landing on your shirt. the fabric clings a little more, stretched over the plane of your shoulders, and jimin lets out a slow, measured exhale through her nose. gaining her composure. her phone vibrates.

minjeong : omfg is she into women

aeri : BRO THAT BACKK

ningning : jimin why are you not on your knees begging for it

she rolled her eyes at her friends reactions towards the recent picture she sent with a caption of “asshole looking for the money she owes me”

but she isn’t fooling anyone. least of all herself. because when you push yourself up again, wiping sweat off your face with the hem of your shirt, exposing the faintest hint of your stomach, jimin’s stomach flips. she squeezes her thighs together. she needs to get a grip.

“you done gawking?”

her head snaps up. your brows are raised, a smirk playing at your lips as you watch her, amusement flickering in your eyes.

fuck.

"please," she scoffs, shoving her sunglasses back onto her face to hide her cheeks turning red. "don't flatter yourself."

she turns on her heel before she can do something humiliating. like actually drop to her knees.

jimin tells herself she’s just enjoying the entertainment. that’s all this is. watching you struggle under the weight of the golf bag, huffing as you haul clubs around like you’re in a survival challenge, is simply amusing.

but then there’s the way your shoulders flex when you readjust the strap. the way your forearms tighten when you lift a particularly heavy bag. the way your back muscles ripples under your shirt whenever you bend down to grab a stray golf ball.

it keeps the bad thoughts coming

she rolls her wrist, pretending to focus on lining up her next shot, but her mind is elsewhere. on the way you pushed your sleeves up earlier, the way your fingers curled around the soaked golf ball when you pulled it out of the pond. on the way you muttered under your breath, exasperated but still doing what she asked.

she clicks her tongue, shaking off the thought. Ridiculous. still, when you lift the bag onto your shoulder again, jaw set in stubborn determination, she feels something stupid and fluttery in her stomach.

“you better not be slacking back there, hotshot,” she calls out, voice steady, even if she feels anything but.

when you glare at her, eyes full of irritation, she almost forgets to breathe. you mutter something under your breath, probably another complaint about how unfair this whole arrangement is, and jimin should let it slide. she really should. but instead, she glances over just in time to catch the way you roll your shoulders back, shaking out the soreness like you’re on the court, like you’re about to sprint past defenders and sink a perfect shot. it’s so effortless—so natural—that for a second, she isn’t thinking about your debt or your grumbling or how much fun it is to make you suffer.

for a second, she’s just watching you move. her fingers tighten around her club.

“you’re really struggling, huh?” she teases, forcing her tone to stay light, even as something deep in her chest feels a little less steady. “should’ve hit the weight room instead of all that dribbling.”

you scoff, swinging the bag off your shoulder with one smooth motion. “please. you’d collapse if you had to carry this thing for five minutes.”and jimin should roll her eyes. should brush off the remark like she always does. but then you flex your hands, fingers stretching before tightening into a brief fist, veins barely visible against your skin.

her stomach does something weird.

she exhales sharply through her nose, turns away, and focuses very hard on adjusting her glove.

“whatever helps you sleep at night, hotshot.”

when she hears you groan behind her, she smiles to herself. but she doesn’t look back.

doesn’t trust herself to.

as you got ready for bed you read the text sent by the same unknown number from yesterday night. “7:30 sharp at the docks. eat bfr coming. im not feeding you. bring swim wear and a change of clothes.” you groaned loudly trying not to think about what she’ll be doing next.

“no fucking way.”

the words slip past your lips before you can stop them, eyes locked onto the massive yacht bobbing lazily on the crystal-clear water. sunlight bounces off the pristine white exterior, almost blinding, the sheer size of the vessel making your stomach twist with unease.

jimin stands a few feet ahead, completely at ease, like she was born to be here. her sunglasses are perched on top of her head, holding back strands of dark hair that catch in the wind. but that’s not what’s throwing you off.

it’s what she’s wearing.

the bikini is black, tiny, the kind that barely counts as clothing under the oversized white button up. the top ties behind her neck, accentuating the curve of her collarbones, the smooth lines of her shoulders. the bottoms sit high on her hips, the strings digging just enough into her skin to make something tighten low in your stomach.

the button up hanging loose off one shoulder, dipping low enough to tease the shape of her waist. it should make it less distracting, but it does the exact opposite. every time she moves, the material shifts, threatening to slip just enough to reveal more.

the teasing skin peaking from her button up that barely covers anything made something tighten in your lower stomach. you clenched your stomach muscle trying to regain grip of reality.

she finally glances back at you, raising a single brow like you’re being dramatic. “what?”

you blink, dragging your gaze up to her face like you hadn’t just been staring. “this is insane.” you gesture vaguely at the boat, trying to focus. “this is … this is some billionaire level shit. why am i here?”

her lips curl into a smirk, effortless and sharp. "because im not manning the sails this time, and luckily, you’re in debt to me."

before you can shoot back a very creative insult, a new voice cuts in, light, teasing, but with an unmistakable authority. "jimin, don’t be mean to your friend."

you turn just in time to see a woman stepping onto the dock, effortlessly elegant in a white sundress, dark hair twisted into a perfect bun. she moves like she belongs in a high end magazine, every step deliberate, eyes sharp as they take you in. and she looks exactly like how you’d imagine jimin looks like in 30 years.

"she's not my friend, mother," jimin corrects smoothly, adjusting her sunglasses. "she's my employee." smirking smugly as her mother grimaces at her oldest daughter. you shoot her a glare. "wow. charming as ever."

jimin’s mother merely smiles, amused. by how you handled her moody daughter. "well, employee or not, she's a guest today. come on, everyone's waiting on the boat."

you have no choice but to follow, your arm brushing against jimin’s as you step onto the yacht. the contact is brief, barely anything, but it makes your skin prickle, your senses hyper-aware of her proximity.

jimin isn't sure why she thought today would be easy.

it should be. she should be enjoying herself sailing with her family, soaking up the sun, watching you struggle to keep up. enjoying the sounds of your misery.

but instead, she’s distracted.

you’re sitting on the edge of the boat, legs stretched out, the ocean breeze playing with your hair. jimin watches, unable to help herself.

it’s not the muscles that have her staring, the muscles that she could vividly see from your white blouse that clings to your back, not really. it’s the way you move. the way your fingers work at the sleeves of your t-shirt, rolling them up with an absentminded ease, knotting the fabric at your elbows like it’s second nature. the way the sun clings to your skin, highlighting the gentle slopes of your arms, the curve of your shoulders. she doesn’t fail to notice the way your forearm muscles tightens as you fix your sleeve.

when you reach up to wipe at your forehead, a loose strand of hair falls into your face. you don’t notice at first, too busy squinting at something in the distance. then, with the smallest furrow of your brows, you shake your head just enough to make it shift, the motion unintentional, frustratingly endearing. and slightly domestic.

jimin’s chest tightens.

you’re adorable. ridiculously cute— no. stop it no shes not. she’s an asshole. she’s a stupid prick that crashed into your car.

and then you laugh quietly, mostly to yourself, like you just remembered something funny. the sound is soft, barely carried by the wind, but jimin feels it like a physical thing, like it reaches out and tugs at something deep inside her.

jimin looks away immediately, but it doesn’t help. because even when she’s not looking at you, she can still hear you—your quiet laughter, the soft hum you make under your breath as you stretch out your arms, the way you mutter something to yourself like you’re having a conversation in your own head.

she scowls. you’re so... you. completely unaware of the way you pull people in, make them want to lean closer, watch a little longer. it’s infuriating.

her fingers tighten around the railing. get a grip, jimin. but it’s hard when you keep doing things like scrunching your nose in concentration, tilting your head like a confused puppy at the sails above, or biting your lip in thought. completely unaware that someone is watching you, studying you.

and maybe that’s what’s getting to her the most.

it’s not the muscles, not the way you look, not even the way you carry yourself. it’s the way you exist, so utterly and completely in your own world. so unguarded. jimin doesn’t do unguarded. she doesn’t do soft, doesn’t do the kind of feelings that make your stomach twist and your throat feel tight. she does casual. she teases and flirts and doesn’t get attached.

she clears her throat, flexing her fingers before curling them into fists. she needs to do something—anything—to snap herself out of it.

“you’re gawking,” a voice beside her says, amused.

jimin stiffens. “am not.”

hanni, leaning lazily against the railing, tilts her head with the smuggest expression. “right. because you totally weren’t just staring like you forgot how to blink.” jimin scoffs, shoving her sunglasses onto her face with too much force. “you’re delusional.”

“and you’re in denial.”

jimin ignores her, choosing to focus on the water instead. the waves are steady, predictable, easy to think about. not like what she’s feeling in her chest. when she sees you dangling your feet from the yacht.

but hanni isn’t done.

“you know,” she hums, rocking onto the balls of her feet, “if you keep looking at her like that, someone might get the wrong idea.”

jimin doesn’t turn. “there is no idea to get.” she says firmly.

hanni grins. “sure. whatever you say, unnie.”

you shouldn't be enjoying this. well technically the hard labour hasn’t started yet. so you’re trying to enjoy the open water and much needed fresh air before jimin makes you her slave again. it feels nice.

"you seem to be having fun," jimin remarks, stepping up beside you. breaking the silence. here we go you thought. after ignoring her little sisters’ teasing. or, talk, you didn’t hear what they talked about but jimin looked pretty riled up after what hanni said. she’s decided to interrupt your peace and make your day worse.

you shrug, stretching your arms above your head with a dramatic sigh. "what can i say? i thrive in any environment." you said as you placed both arms beside letting it fall lazily. leaning on it. you blink your eyes open, glancing at her. her sunglasses are perched high on her nose, shielding her gaze, but you can still feel her looking. observing you.

her lips twitch, as if amused. "you nearly died on the green yesterday."

"yeah, well." you shift arms as you drawl out, shooting her a lopsided grin. "i'm an adaptable person."

there’s a beat of silence, but not the peaceful kind. it’s charged, stretching between you like a live wire. jimin’s head tilts ever so slightly, her gaze sweeping over you in a way that’s too slow, too deliberate. it makes your skin prickle, the hairs on the back of your neck standing on end.

"apparently."

something about the way she says it makes your pulse jump. you shift under her scrutiny, suddenly too warm.her sunglasses may hide her eyes, but the smirk curling at the corner of her lips betrays her. it’s not just amused. it’s knowing, like she’s already several steps ahead of you in whatever game she’s playing. you shift, suddenly aware of how warm your skin feels. not from the sun, but from her unwavering attention.

"why are you looking at me like that?" you ask, voice coming out less steady than you wanted.

jimin doesn’t answer right away. instead, she steps in, just enough that the scent of her expensive perfume. fresh and citrusy, but with a sharp undertone wraps around you. she leans in, just slightly, just enough to test the space between you.

"like what?" she asks, voice lilting, teasing.

your voice stuck in your throat. you swallow.

"like you’re plotting my demise." you reply, forcing yourself to hold your ground.

her smirk deepens. she reaches up, adjusting her sunglasses with two fingers, and you catch a glimpse of her eyes beneath them. dark, glinting with something unreadable. "maybe i am."

the way she says it, low and smooth, sends an unwelcome shiver down your spine. you roll your eyes, ignoring the way your heartbeat picks up. "so much for enjoying the breeze."

jimin hums, dragging a slow gaze down the length of you before flicking it back up, lazy and considering. she taps a finger against her chin, as if in deep thought, before her lips curl into something far too smug.

"since you're so adaptable," she says, gesturing toward the rigging with an air of faux innocence, "you can help with the sails."

you groan, trudging over. she watches you come closer, arms crossed, lips curling ever so slightly.

she is not looking at your arms again.

she’s not.

the moment jimin smirked at you and told you to help with the sails, you should’ve known you were about to be thrown into another situation where you had no idea what you were doing. you squint at the ropes in your hands, then at the towering mast, then at the intricate mess of rigging all around. why are there so many ropes?

"you look confused," jimin says, standing just a little too close behind you.

"i am confused," you reply. "this is, like, rich people knowledge. i don’t know how to do any of this."

she huffs out a laugh. it almost sounds melodic in your ears. "rich people knowledge?"

"yes." you tug experimentally at one of the ropes, watching it pull at something above. "why do you even know how to do this? you’re not a pirate."

"my father made me learn when i was younger," she says. "he said that if we were going to own a yacht, we should at least know how to use it properly."

you snort. "wow. tragic backstory."

"just shut up and let me teach you," she mutters, stepping in closer.

you open your mouth to protest, but then her hands find yours.

your brain short-circuits.

her touch is soft– unexpectedly so. but firm, her fingers pressing lightly against yours, guiding them over the rope with practiced ease. her skin is cool against your own, which feels too warm all of a sudden, heat blooming along your knuckles, creeping up your arms. you swear its the burning sun right above you.

she leans in slightly, voice lower now that she’s right beside you. "you need to loop it like this. if you tie it too loose, the sail won’t hold. too tight, and you’ll mess up the balance."

you nod, but it’s a lie. you barely register what she’s saying.

because she’s close. close enough that her shoulder brushes against yours, close enough that you can smell the faint trace of her perfume mixed with the salt of the ocean. the warmth of her breath ghosts over your skin as she exhales, sending a shiver trailing down your spine.

your fingers twitch under hers. "right. got it," you manage, though your voice is slightly higher than usual. jimin chuckles low, quiet, right near your ear. your stomach flips. she’s enjoying this. you can tell. and judging by the smug curve of her lips when you glance at her, she knows exactly what she’s doing to you.

you fumble with the ropes when she moves away as the wind picks up and before you know it, the rope slips through your fingers like water. the sail jerks violently in response, the sudden shift sending a sharp ripple through the boat.

"Shit-" you let out.

jimin moves fast, instinct kicking in as she reaches for the rigging to correct your mistake. but in the process, she miscalculates and her foot catches against yours that made her stumble.

and then, so do you.

your back slams against the side of the boat, the wooden railing pressing into your spine as you suck in a sharp breath. the impact sends a jolt through your body, momentarily stunning you, but your instincts take over before you can think. one hand grabs onto the railing for support, while the other finds jimin’s waist, fingers tightening reflexively around the fabric of her shirt where you can subtly feel her curves.

she stumbles into you fully, her body pressing flush against yours.

your heart stutters.

at the same time, jimin’s arm slings over your shoulder in a desperate attempt to steady herself, the warmth of her palm seeping through your long sleeves swim suit where she grips your biceps. her other hand is splayed against your arm, fingers digging in just enough for you to feel the faint press of her nails.

and suddenly, you’re close.

too close. you could feel the curves of her body against you. and how small she is in yor arms.

her body is warm, the scent of salt and sunscreen clinging to her skin. you can feel the way she breathes, chest rising and falling against yours. every small shift sends a spark of awareness shooting down your spine, your pulse hammering in your ears as the realization sinks in.

jimin is practically in your arms and she isn’t moving. neither are you.

her sunglasses slip down her nose from the movement, revealing her eyes for the first time today. deep brown, glinting under the sun, flickering with something you can’t quite read.

your breath catches in your throat. she looks so beautiful.

the ocean breeze swirls around you, but all you can feel is the heat radiating from her skin. your fingers twitch at her waist, hyper-aware of the way the fabric of her shirt feels beneath your palm, the slight give of her small body against yours. and the way you could subtly feel some of her skin against your swim wear.

jimin’s grip on your shoulder tightens, her jaw clenched, lips parted like she’s trying to find the right words. but none come. you dont know whats going through her mind but you knew for sure she isn’t moving when you saw how her eyes flickered to your lips. somehow it made your heart flutter.

you could feel her leaning into you slightly.

and then—

"are you two gonna kiss or what?"

the words cut through the moment like a gunshot.

you jerk back, nearly losing your footing, barely managing to catch yourself before you go overboard. while jimin’s reaction is immediate. her head whips around so fast her visor nearly flies off, her expression shifting from surprise to outright murderous in the blink of an eye.

"seriously?" she snaps.

hanni, standing a few feet away, leans against the railing with the smuggest grin you’ve ever seen. jimin groans, yanking herself out of your grasp, face scrunched in exasperation. you, on the other hand, are still stuck processing what just happened, trying to ignore the way your pulse is hammering in your ears. and how you miss the closeness between you two.

after jimin left you to man the sails alone while she went to cool off, you actually got pretty good at it. her dad even threw in some pointers, guiding you through the ropes. literally. by now, you had a decent handle on things, adjusting the sails without fumbling, reading the wind like it was second nature. the boat had drifted far from shore, the coastline long gone, replaced by nothing but open water stretching endlessly in every direction.

"you can slow down here, y/n," jimin’s dad called from behind you as you pulled at the ropes, adjusting the sails to ease the boat to a gentler pace. you heard him shift, standing to get a better look at the sea. "your friend’s a natural, jimin. almost better than you!" his voice carried a teasing lilt.

you glanced toward where jimin sat, catching the way her expression twisted in surprise, then in pure irritation. she scoffed, rolling her eyes before mumbling something you couldn’t quite catch under her breath.

you smirked, triumphant, meeting her gaze.

she narrowed her eyes. then, she raised her hand and flipped you off. unhinged woman. your smirk faltered. rude.

but before you could retaliate, jimin moved. without hesitation, she stood, reaching for the buttons of her white shirt. and then she pulled it off.

your brain short-circuited.

the world around you dimmed, the sound of the ocean fading into white noise as your eyes locked onto the sight in front of you. jimin, standing tall against the backdrop of the sea, the late afternoon sun catching on her skin, making her glow.

she wore a dark bikini underneath, the contrast against her pale sun-kissed skin. her collarbones, sharp and delicate, dipped into smooth shoulders. her toned stomach tensed slightly as she tossed her shirt aside, the movement effortless, like she’d done this a thousand times before.

you were gawking.

full-on, shamelessly gawking.

your brain screamed at you to stop staring, trying to maintain your pride. but your body refused to cooperate. your grip on the ropes slackened slightly, fingers numb as your heart threw itself against your ribs.

jimin caught the look on your face and smirked.

"what?" she teased, tilting her head slightly, the picture of nonchalance. "you act like you’ve never seen someone undress before."

you opened your mouth.whether to respond or gasp for air, you weren’t sure. but nothing came out.

jimin grinned, pleased with herself, before turning toward the edge of the boat. with one quick motion, she dove into the water, leaving you standing there, still reeling, heat creeping up your neck.

you blinked.

then, as if snapping out of a trance, you stumble forward, rushing to the railing. “i—i have!” the words rush out too fast, tripping over themselves, your voice cracking at the end. you cringe.

jimin flicked her hair back as water drips from her lashes. she treads the water effortlessly, blinking up at you with an infuriatingly amused expression. “oh?” her tone is light, teasing, but there’s something smug underneath it, something that makes your stomach twist. “sure doesn’t sound like it.”

your grip on the railing tightens, knuckles paling. “what—i—" you struggle to form a coherent thought, already feeling your face burning. “i have! plenty of times! so many times!”

her giggles spills into the air, bright and carefree, and it does something to you makes your heart stutter, your skin prickle with warmth. she tilts her head back, still treading water, the sun catching in her damp hair. “right, sure. totally convincing.”

you scowl, shifting on your feet, jaw tightening. “it’s true! i’ve seen—” you pause, realizing too late that you have absolutely no idea how to finish that sentence without sounding even more embarrassing. “—a lot. like, more than you. probably.”

jimin raises a brow, cocking her head. “oh? who?”

your stomach twists into a knot, your brain sending red flags. screaming at you to abort mission immediately. you clear your throat, straightening up, forcing a casual shrug. “no,” you say, too quickly. “that’s private information.”

jimin watches you for a beat, her lips twitching like she’s holding back another laugh. then she smirks, shaking her head. “uh-huh. totally not a virgin.”

“i’m not!” you blurt, leaning forward slightly, the desperation in your voice betraying you.

her grin only widens, eyes twinkling with mischief as she sways in the water. “whatever helps you sleep at night, captain.”

you groan, dropping your head against the railing in defeat as she swims off, still laughing, while you try to cooldown after the embarrassing encounter.

“y/n! jump in!” you heard hanni yell from behind you. as you lift your head up you saw her lining up to jump in. she jumped in with a big splash. droplets sprayed onto the deck. jimin’s mom called out “hanni be careful!”

your gaze shifts slightly, catching sight of jimin a few feet away, floating on her back with her eyes closed, her dark hair fanning out around her like ink in the water. her skin glistens under the sun, droplets clinging to her collarbones, trailing down the curve of her neck. you sighed, your body got hot after the embarrassing encounter and also seeing jimin swim. you needed to cool down. you exhale sharply, shaking yourself out of it. if you stay up here any longer, you’ll combust.

you roll your shoulders back, determined to regain at least a fraction of your dignity, and then you jumped. the moment you hit the water, a sharp chill runs through you, sending a jolt up your spine. it’s refreshing, the kind of coolness that makes your skin tingle, but it’s a relief from the heat that had been burning through you moments ago.

you resurface with a gasp, shaking water from your face, and when you blink the droplets away, the first thing you see is jimin.

she’s closer now. much closer.

your breath catches as she treads the water effortlessly, dark strands of wet hair clinging to her cheeks. the sun reflects off the droplets on her skin, making them glisten like tiny diamonds. she studies you, her gaze flickering over your face with a glint of something unreadable.

“not bad,” she hums, tilting her head slightly.

you scoff, trying to ignore the way your skin prickles under her gaze. “i’d say the same for you, but you practically belly-flopped.”

jimin rolls her eyes, a smirk playing at her lips. you turn to swim away, but just as you do water hit your back. splash. you freeze. the feeling of cold water hits your back, sending a shiver up your spine.you turn back around slowly, and there she is half-smirking, half-feigning innocence, fingers still dripping from where she flicked water at you.

“did you just—?”

before you can finish your sentence, another splash comes at you, bigger this time, sending water cascading over your face. you sputter, wiping at your eyes, and jimin bursts out laughing, the sound rich and full, like wind chimes in the summer breeze.

thats it.

with no hesitation, you lunge forward, sweeping your hand through the water to send a wave right at her. she squeals, ducking just a second too late, and now it’s her turn to be dripping wet.

before you can react, she lunges toward you, fingers skimming along your arm as she tries to dunk you under. practically drowning you. instinctively, you grab her waist, attempting to shove her away, but the water betrays you both. it makes everything weightless, the waves crashing between your bodies pulling both of your boddies together. bodies tangling and shifting without control.

somehow, amongst the struggle, her arms end up draped over your shoulders, and your hands—god, your hands—find purchase at her waist again, fingers pressing into the bare skin beneath the hem of her swimsuit.

for a moment, neither of you move.

you can feel her breath against your face, warm despite the cool water surrounding you. the soft rhythm of her chest rising and falling against yours. the way her fingers tighten, just slightly, curling over the nape of your neck.

her eyes flicker up to meet yours deep brown, like melted chocolate, like something you could get lost in if you weren’t careful. they shift lower for a split second, down to your lips, before darting back up again.

your heart slams against your ribs. it looks like shes about to kiss you. a little voice in your head hoping she would and you swear the world tilts. or maybe it’s just the waves.

jimin blinks once, twice, her lashes damp and heavy with water, before her expression shifts. something playful flickers back into her eyes, her lips twitching.

and then, she shoves you under.

you barely have time to yelp before water fills your ears, muffling the sound of her laughter. when you break the surface again, gasping for air, she’s already swimming away, shooting you a look over her shoulder that’s equal parts smug and daring.

“too slow,” she calls out.

you push your wet hair back, panting, watching her retreating figure with something caught between disbelief and something else entirely. something warmer.

you remember the way her fingers curled at the nape of your neck. the way her breath fanned against your lips. the way, for a split second, it felt like the world had shrunk down to just the two of you.

you shake your head, forcing a scoff, trying to ignore the way your pulse is still erratic. this is jimin. jimin. the same girl who flipped you off an hour ago, who smirked as she stripped off her shirt just to get a reaction out of you.

nothing about this is different. you assure yourself. and yet, as you watch her swim away, her laughter still echoing in your ears, you can’t shake the feeling that something bloom in your chest.

[ihave-atummyache]

awweee what a cutie patootie (,: i cry…. wait… what’s this?

HOW IS HE SO SO SO

[woozinhos]

jeonghan jealous sex because you were being way too close to shua

Jeonghan had been watching you from across the room, his eyes narrowing as he saw you talking and laughing with Joshua. He knew that the two of you were just friends, but he couldn't help the jealousy that flared up inside him whenever he saw you being close to someone else.

As the night wore on, Jeonghan's irritation grew. He tried to ignore it, tried to focus on his own conversations and interactions, but he couldn't help stealing glances in your direction every now and then. Finally, he couldn't take it anymore. He walked over to where you were standing with Joshua and draped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you possessively against him.

"Hey, babe," he said, his voice a little sharper than usual. "Can I talk to you for a minute?"

You looked up at Jeonghan, surprised by his sudden appearance and the tone of his voice. "Uh, sure," you said, glancing over at Joshua. "I'll be right back." Jeonghan led you away from the group, finding a secluded corner of the room where the two of you could talk in private. He pulled you close, his arm still wrapped tightly around your shoulders.

"What's going on?" you asked, looking up at him with a mixture of confusion and concern. "You seem...upset."

Jeonghan sighed and ran a hand through his hair, looking frustrated. "I just...I don't like seeing you talking to Joshua like that," he admitted, his eyes flashing with jealousy. "You were laughing and joking around with him, and it just...it pissed me off."

You raised an eyebrow, a little taken aback by Jeonghan's outburst. "Jeonghan, Joshua is just a friend," you said, trying to reassure him. "There's nothing going on between us."

Jeonghan huffed and crossed his arms over his chest, clearly not convinced. "I know that," he said, his voice petulant. "But I still don't like it. I don't like seeing you being so close to other guys."

You took a step closer to Jeonghan, looking up at him with a soft expression. "Jeonghan, you know I'm with you, right?" you said, reaching out to touch his arm. "I love you. There's no one else."

Jeonghan's expression softened a little as he looked down at you, but he still seemed upset. "I know that," he said again, his voice softer this time. "But sometimes I just...I don't know. I get jealous. I don't like seeing other guys getting close to you."

You reached up and cupped Jeonghan's face in your hands, forcing him to look at you. "I understand," you said gently. "But you have to trust me. I would never do anything to hurt you or betray you. I love you, and I only want to be with you."

Jeonghan sighed and leaned into your touch, his eyes fluttering closed. "I know," he murmured, his voice tinged with guilt. "I'm sorry. I just...get insecure sometimes. I don't want to lose you."

You pulled Jeonghan into a tight hug, holding him close as you felt him relax in your arms. "You're not going to lose me," you said firmly. "I'm here with you, and I'm not going anywhere. I promise."

Jeonghan buried his face in your hair, breathing in your scent as he clung to you. "I love you," he whispered, his voice muffled against your shoulder. "I just...need to know that you're mine."

You and Jeonghan rejoined the group, Jeonghan's arm wrapped possessively around your waist. He seemed calmer now, his earlier jealousy replaced by a look of determination. As you mingled with the others, Jeonghan made sure to keep you close to him at all times. He didn't let you out of his sight, and anytime someone tried to pull you away from him, he would shoot them a glare and pull you back to his side. As the night wore on, Jeonghan's possessiveness only grew stronger. He seemed to have a constant need to touch you, whether it was holding your hand, resting his arm around your waist, or playing with your hair.

Every time someone tried to talk to you, Jeonghan would insert himself into the conversation, making sure to keep the interaction short and to the point. He didn't want anyone else getting too close to you, and he made that abundantly clear. Eventually, the party started to wind down, and people began saying their goodbyes. Jeonghan pulled you aside, his eyes burning with desire.

"Let's go home," he said, his voice low and husky. "I want you all to myself." You nodded, feeling a shiver run down your spine at the look in his eyes. You said goodbye to the others and let Jeonghan lead you out of the party, his hand gripping yours tightly.

The ride home was silent, but the tension between you was palpable. Jeonghan kept shooting you heated glances, his eyes raking over your body as if he couldn't get enough of you. As soon as you walked through the door of your apartment, Jeonghan was on you. He pushed you up against the wall, his body pressed flush against yours as he captured your lips in a searing kiss. His hands roamed over your body, touching and exploring every inch of you as if he couldn't get enough. He pulled away from the kiss, his breath ragged as he looked at you with a hunger in his eyes.

"You're mine," he growled, his voice rough with desire. "Mine, and no one else's."

You gasped as Jeonghan's lips trailed down your neck, his teeth nipping at your skin as he marked you as his. His hands slid under your shirt, his fingers tracing the curve of your waist as he held you close.

"Say it," he demanded, his voice low and commanding. "Say you're mine."

"I'm yours," you whispered, your breath hitching as Jeonghan's lips moved lower, trailing down your collarbone and over your chest. "Only yours."

Jeonghan let out a satisfied growl at your words, his hands moving to unbutton your shirt. He pushed the fabric aside, his eyes darkening as he took in the sight of your bare skin.

"Good girl," he murmured, his hands roaming over your chest as he pressed you harder against the wall. "You're so beautiful. All mine."

Jeonghan continued to shower you with kisses and praise, his hands and lips worshipping every inch of your body. He took his time, slowly stripping you down until you were naked and trembling beneath him.

"You're perfect," he said, his eyes raking over your body as he knelt before you. "So beautiful, so perfect for me."

He leaned in and pressed a kiss to your inner thigh, his breath hot against your skin. "I'm going to make you mine all over again," he promised, his voice low and husky. "I'm going to claim you, and make sure everyone knows who you belong to."

Jeonghan spread your legs apart, his hands gripping your thighs as he gazed up at you. His eyes were dark with desire, his expression possessive and intense.

"You're mine," he repeated, his voice almost a growl. "No one else gets to see you like this. No one else gets to touch you."

He leaned in and ran his tongue along your inner thigh, his touch sending shivers down your spine. He continued to tease you, his lips and tongue dancing over your skin as he worked his way closer to where you needed him most. You whimpered as Jeonghan's mouth finally found its way to your core, his tongue lapping at your folds with slow, deliberate strokes. He hummed in satisfaction, clearly enjoying the taste of you on his tongue.

"You taste so good," he murmured, his breath hot against your skin. "So sweet, so perfect."

He continued to devour you, his tongue flicking and swirling against your clit as he brought you closer and closer to the edge. His hands gripped your thighs tightly, holding you in place as he worked his magic. You moaned and arched against him, your fingers tangling in his hair as he drove you closer and closer to the edge. His mouth was relentless, his tongue and lips working in perfect harmony to bring you the most intense pleasure.

"Jeonghan, please," you gasped, your body trembling with need. "I'm so close..."

Jeonghan hummed in acknowledgment, his grip on your thighs tightening as he continued to work you over. He knew exactly what you needed, and he was determined to give it to you.

"Cum for me," he commanded, his voice low and rough. "Let go, sweetheart. I want to see you come undone for me."

With a few more skillful flicks of his tongue, you came undone, your body arching against him as you cried out his name. Jeonghan held you steady, his mouth working you through your orgasm as he drank in every moan and whimper that escaped your lips. When you finally came down from your high, Jeonghan pulled away, his eyes dark with desire as he looked up at you. He licked his lips, a satisfied smirk on his face.

"Good girl," he murmured, rising to his feet. "You did so well for me."

Jeonghan pulled you into his arms, holding you close as he carried you to the bedroom. He laid you down on the bed and crawled on top of you, his body pressing against yours as he claimed your lips in a searing kiss.

"You're mine," he whispered against your mouth, his hands roaming over your body. "All mine, and I'm going to show you just how much I want you."

Jeonghan's lips moved down your neck, his teeth nipping and sucking at your skin as he left a trail of marks in his wake. He continued to worship your body with his mouth, his hands mapping every curve and contour as he took his time exploring you. He pulled away for a moment to strip off his clothes, revealing his toned and muscular body. He crawled back on top of you, his eyes dark with desire as he looked down at you.

"I need you," he growled, his voice rough with need. "I need to feel you around me."

You nodded, your body trembling with anticipation as Jeonghan positioned himself between your legs. He reached down and guided himself to your entrance, his eyes never leaving yours as he slowly pushed into you. He let out a low groan as he sank deep inside you, his eyes fluttering closed for a moment as he savored the feeling of being inside you.

"God, you feel so good," he whispered, his voice strained with pleasure. "You're so tight, so perfect for me."

Jeonghan began to move, his hips thrusting in a slow, steady rhythm as he claimed you. His hands gripped your hips, holding you in place as he drove into you again and again.

"You're mine," he growled, his words punctuated by each thrust. "Mine to touch, mine to claim, mine to love."

He leaned down and captured your lips in a fierce kiss, his tongue tangling with yours as he poured all of his desire and passion into the kiss. Jeonghan's movements became more intense, his thrusts harder and faster as his jealousy and possessiveness took over. He pulled away from the kiss, his eyes dark with desire and anger.

"No one else gets to see you like this," he growled, his voice low and dangerous. "No one else gets to touch you, to taste you. You're mine, and mine alone."

He gripped your hips tighter, his fingers digging into your skin as he drove into you with a primal intensity. Jeonghan's eyes blazed with anger as he continued to pound into you, his movements rough and possessive.

"Tell me," he demanded, his voice harsh. "Would Joshua make you feel this good? Would he fuck you like I do?"

You gasped at his words, the sound almost drowned out by the sound of skin slapping against skin. You knew he was trying to provoke you, to make you admit that no one could make you feel the way he did.

"N-no," you stammered, your body arching up against his as he hit a particularly sensitive spot. "No one but you."

Jeonghan's eyes darkened with satisfaction at your answer, his grip on your hips tightening as he continued to thrust into you.

"That's right," he growled, his voice rough with possessiveness. "You're mine. And no one else will ever touch you like this again."

He leaned down and captured your lips in a fierce kiss, his tongue invading your mouth as he claimed you completely. Jeonghan pulled away from the kiss, his breath ragged as he looked down at you with a predatory gleam in his eyes.

"Take it," he commanded, his voice low and rough. "Take my big dick, sweetheart. Show me how much you want me."

You obeyed, your body arching up to meet his thrusts as you took him deeper. Your hands gripped his shoulders, nails digging into his skin as you held on for dear life. Jeonghan's eyes roamed over your body, taking in the sight of you beneath him, completely at his mercy. He reached down and grasped your chin, forcing you to look up at him.

"You're so beautiful," he murmured, his thumb tracing your lower lip. "So perfect, just for me."

Jeonghan could feel himself getting closer to the edge, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he neared his climax. He leaned down and captured your lips in a rough kiss, his tongue plundering your mouth as he fought to hold on.

"I'm gonna come," he growled against your lips. "You're gonna make me come, sweetheart."

Jeonghan's thrusts grew faster and more powerful, his hips snapping against yours as he drove into you with an almost animalistic need. He could feel the pressure building inside him, his body tensing as he hurtled towards his release.

"Fuck," he groaned, his forehead dropping to rest against yours. "I'm so close, baby. Just a little more."

You could feel Jeonghan's body trembling above you, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he fought to hold on. He was on the brink, teetering on the edge of ecstasy, and you knew that one more push would send him over the edge.

"Come for me," you whispered, your voice barely above a moan. "Come inside me, Jeonghan."

Your words were all it took to push Jeonghan over the edge. With a final, powerful thrust, he buried himself deep inside you, his body tensing as he came with a shout. He collapsed on top of you, his chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath. He wrapped his arms around you, holding you close as he rode out the waves of his orgasm.

"Fuck," he gasped, his face buried in the crook of your neck. Jeonghan's grip on you tightened as he came down from his high, his body still trembling with the aftershocks of his orgasm.

"Take it all," he murmured, his voice hoarse with satisfaction. "I want to see it dripping out of you."

Jeonghan slowly pulled out of you, his eyes fixed on the sight of his release spilling out of you. He ran his fingers through the mess, a possessive glint in his eyes.

"Look at you," he said, his voice rough with desire. "All marked up and claimed by me."

[fluffiematcha]

jeonghan x fem. reader ( husband & wife ) fluff, family au.

warnings : terms of endearment, english isn't my mothertongue

“honey?” jeonghan calls from the hallway.

“are you here?” he glances into the room from the half-open door.

“shh, lower your voice,” you whisper, not wanting to wake your little girl. you wave your hand, mutely telling him to come into the room.

jeonghan silently slips into the room and sits next to you in front of the crib. you can see a smile spread across his face, a smile that means he's truly happy. happy to see that the fruit of your love was born healthy and safe.

“is she still asleep?”

“uh-uh.”

he reaches out a finger to touch her cheek but you slap his hand away before he can reach it.

“don’t bother her.” you reprimand, glaring at him.

jeonghan pouts, “not fair.” he murmurs under his breath. you laugh silently, ‘still so childish,’ you think to yourself. he will still make a very good father despite his childish side.

just his smile and the way he looks at his daughter prove that he has much more love to offer in his heart. he shines with a new glow that suits him very well, a glow that makes him even more beautiful in your eyes. and it brings a happy smile to your face.

the urge to kiss him suddenly comes to you. so you kiss him on the cheek, without him expecting it judging from his shocked face. his eyes widen comically like two saucers and you can see that his ears are turning pinkish red.

you giggle, feeling your ears heat up, growing shy under his tender gaze. “what was that for?”

“nothing.” you shrug, giving him an innocent smile.

“come here.” jeonghan pulls you towards him by the arm.

“no, wait wai-!” you exclaim, surprised by his sudden move.

in an attempt to untangle yourself from his grip, you find yourself on the floor, laughing like crazy while jeonghan is on top of you peppering your face with kisses.

“han- humph- hannie! jeonghan!”

unfortunately, the noises you make seem way too loud to the point of waking the baby.

“very clever, you woke her up.”

“hey!”

you push him aside to join the cradle, not paying attention to your husband's little complaints. you take the little one in your arms and start to rock her back to sleep.

there’s something about the way you look at and hold the baby that warms jeonghan from the inside out. his heart can’t help but race when he sees you like this, completely enveloped in the glow of motherhood.

your sweet smile, your relaxed expression, your honeyed voice and the delicacy of your movements make you more irresistible than ever. jeonghan realizes that he is falling in love with you again, his beautiful wife.

he watches you gently place the little being back in her cradle. you then take a seat next to him, leaning against his shoulder in search of some warmth.

you watch in awe as your daughter sleeps peacefully. just a few days ago, she was still in your belly. now she is lying in her cradle in your house.

“have you already found a name for her?” jeonghan asks, resting his cheek against the top of your head.

“um, i would like to give her a name that can remind her that she has and will always make us happy.” you declare, intertwining your fingers with your husband’s.

he hums in understanding. the room goes silent for the next few minutes, the two of you deep in thought.

an idea comes to your mind. you gently squeeze his hand to get his attention. “how about sunhi, yoon sunhi.” you tell him your decision with a sweet smile. “sounds good doesn’t it?”

he nods, reflecting the same smile as yours, a dreamy smile that can only be translated as pure happiness, he can't wait to watch her grow into a beautiful woman.

“so that will be your name, sunhi.”

you snuggle up together in the comfort of your room, in the warmth of this life that seems like a dream but is nevertheless very real.

[catiuskaa]

spots on.

SUMMARY: you. hannie. embraces. hugs. cuddles, and other synonyms. desperately needed by yesterday. complaints will be declined and ignored.

REQUESTED! by lovely annonie right here. and god you are so right, fluff + hannie is a clinical need, dare I say biblical! ㅠㅠ<3

CW: you might need a dentist appointment for this one. teeth rotting stuff. i assure you.

WC: 1.1k

A/N: so i’m back from the dead and haven’t written anything since february’s special and have been real low lately. thought fluffy hannie could cheer all of us up! <3

[☆🔹🫂🔹☆]

Han loved watching romantic movies by himself.

It’s not like he didn’t have anyone to watch them with. He had watched plenty of shows either with you or any of the boys.

But ever since he started writing and composing lyrics, a little before he got into college, there was something about those cheesy series that had him unable to stop watching.

His eyes would glow as he stared at the screen before him while he watched, invested in how the protagonist accidentally tripped and fell against the love interest, all over again. Giggling and kicking his feet when they held hands after hours upon hours straight of watching them bicker. Having his chest tightening because the actors were so good that he could almost feel the stars in his eyes, shining just for her.

Jisung loved those old-fashioned scenes. Dancing in the rain, a silly meet cute in a book shop… countless places for one silly little emotion.

Han couldn’t see it, but he also had stars in his eyes. He blinked, feeling his eyes lightly itchy, realizing he had been watching you sleep.

Not in a creepy way, of course. After all, you had wanted to stay over to finish one of the many assignments you two had to do together for some of the mandatory subjects in both of your majors. He sighed, his eyes weirdly fixated on your figure, unable to stop looking at you. Even while sleeping, there was a certain grace to you, as if you were just resting peacefully after a long day. He snorted upon realizing that your face was pressed against the pages of the book, a sneaky drop of drool coming out of your mouth. You looked so cute.

“Get a grip, Han,” he mumbled to himself, shaking his head with a smile, giggling.

He rubbed his eyes, staring back to what he had been drafting the past hours. It was clearly obvious that his sleepiness was getting to him, because it was getting harder to decipher what the characters he was typing meant.

Suddenly, there was a hand lightly scratching your back.

You flinched in your place, sitting back up.

“It’s just me,” Han said softly. You blinked so slowly it almost looked like you had blinked one eyelid at a time.

“…awake. ‘M awake.” You brushed off drool from the corner of your mouth, to which Jisung chuckled lightly.

“Okay, sleepyhead. Time to go to bed.”

“Eh?”

“Bed, silly. We should have some sleep. We’re both doozing off.”

Bed? Judging by the time that the clock in Han’s apartment said, it was far from being that late, which was proved true when Hannie picked you up —God knows how, because he showed no signs of struggling— and brought the “sleepyhead” over to his room, that even after turning off the lamp on the bedside table, the windows let in light that the Sun had yet to take away while leaving space for the Moon to beam in a couple of hours.

He grunted lowly when he laid you down on the bed, which had little to do with your weight and much more with how you pulled him towards you.

“Hannie.” You mumbled sleepily.

“You’re close to cranky,” he smiled. “You haven’t had your coffee, and you fell asleep doing our assignment.” He sighed, moving stray hairs off your face, his hand lingering on its side, stroking your cheek. “Wouldn’t want to get on your cranky side.” Jisung teased with a tenderness only showed in your presence, not in his usual teasing, not with the rest of the world. Somehow, time spent with Han seemed like the world itself stopped spinning, waiting for you two and catch up later.

“…no.” You whined. His hand still rested on your face. Unusual. You didn’t want him to move it. “I don’t want to steal your bed.”

Unconciously, you moved closer to the warmth that his palm brought.

“It’s ok. You came here walking, and there’s no way I’m letting you leave now, not at this time.”

You frowned at him, almost pouting. You purposefuly resigned to argue, sleepily accepting his win over a silly discusion you could’ve won. But it was much better if it meant that he would keep being so… tender. You two were dating, yes, but it was quite strange, because even if you both knew about each other’s feelings, staying together had been more of a silent agreement.

Yet in that moment, seeing him smile, dark boba coloured eyes sheepishly and momentarily hidden by it, turning them into happy crescent-shaped moons, it was easy to figure asking was worth a shot.

“…stay w’me?”

His heart skipped more beats than he could count.

This hadn’t been planned. Well. Certainly not this way.

“Stay?” His tone of voice had lowered.

You hummed, smiling lightly. Your hand creeped up to his, the one that rested close to your face. In a sleepy move on your side, tantalizing for Jisung, your fingers tickled his skin, from his forearm to his palm, following a gentle path until your hand held his, and you pulled him towards you again, with more care this time.

Jisung could hear his mate’s low voice in his head, full with its classic australian accent.

“Ain’t no way she’s not head over heels for you too. I’d bet money on it,” Felix had chuckled, sipping the beer Han had handed him. “You guys are just blind cunts when you wanna be. Affectionately, of course,” he had added after seeing Jisung squint at him.

Han struggled to get comfortable in his now seemingly small bed. Of course it was small for two people. It had to be, because if you two were to fit in the space avaliable, it would mean that-

“…cold…”

The ruffles coming from how you then shifted on the bed were no match to how loud Han’s heartbeat sounded on his ears.

Your arm slid under his, lying limply on the curve of his waist, the other cocooned in the small space you settled in between you as you slotted your face in the crook of his neck.

thump, thump, thump.

He forced himself to relax.

“…how are you so warm, Ji?”

He had no fucking idea.

“Warm?”

You nodded, your hair tickling his face gently.

“…cozy. Like… a really cute ‘n little… weighted blanket.” You sighed, further relaxing into him, sending a chill to his spine as your warm breath brushed against his neck.

He was so fucking grateful for being so.

“You’re so cute, you know that?” He stated with a silly smile, a blush clearly obvious on his cheeks. He tackled you, and the two of you filled the room with giggles, his arms taking your body and settleing it on top of him.

You melted in his arms. “I missed you.”

He smiled, his hands playing with your hair. “I was only away for the weekend.”

“…don’t care.” His heart threatened to carve through his chest or melt when you tightened your hold on him, then tugged the blanket closer, covering you, thus covering him too.

He settled a strand of your hair behind your ear, noticing little moles in the way.

“I hadn’t noticed these ones before,” he mumbled in a soft voice that could almost lull you to sleep.

You hummed, not bothering to answer.

“I’ve heard somewhere,” he started soothingly, “that moles appear in the spots where, in your past life, you were kissed the most.”

With a sweetness that rottened your teeth, he pecked the small coloured spot in your neck. Then, he followed a short pattern, kissing the one under your ear, then another one in your shoulder, then finished off with the one in your cheek.

You smiled. “You don’t have any moles, do you?” He shook his head sideways, and you chuckled, brushing your nose with his sweetly.

“You better stay put, Ji,” you beamed cheekily. “I’ll make new moles on you.”

His chest tightened, and he beamed, chuckling as you peppered kisses all over his face.

A love scene like the movies.

His new favourite one.

[☆🔹🫂🔹☆]

catiuskaa, may 2024 ©

~Kats, who has to apologize for being dead for so long (and doesn’t quite have an excuse for it), and also has to tHANK ALL OF YOU BC WE’RE 1k FOLLOWERS IN BAKFBQIFNQKFKQK THANK YOU SO MUCH GUYS SRSLY I CAN’T EVEN BEGIN WJKFBAKF <333333

[eternalgyu]

texts with bf taesan

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ genre: fluff, crack.

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ pairing: taesan x reader.

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ warnings: dont think there are any.

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ notes: i love taesan smmm

[leeknow-thoughts]

hey i’m the 2minjeong anon, can i request jilix to destroy the reader whole since the reader kept on teasing them about being submissive babygirls (but they’re the complete opposite)

୨୧ ESPRESSO

𝝑𝝔 cw : mommy!lix, daddy!jisung, poly!JILIX, mxm action, 3way, degrading, oral (ji and reader rec.), Dom!Jilix

𝝑𝝔 a/n : gang I fw jilix so much I went a LITTLE off my rocker when I read this ask. my dearest 2minjeong anon welcome back into my ask box I missed you bb :3 ALSO school starts up for me on the 8th so I probably won't be as active !! I promise I'll still try and yap on here as much as I can <3

Your eyes are on your phone, scrolling through TikTok, stumbling across a video about Jisung and Felix, and you can't help but laugh at the way the video portrays them. Their compilation of pouty and sassy moments led the comments to calling them 'the babygirls of skz'. You can't help but laugh at the nickname, it was true at times, but for the most part, in bed at least, they called the shots. "You know-" you begin and Jisung is quick to interrupt you with a groan, "what do you mean ugh?"

"Every time you start off a sentence with 'you know', you're going to say something not very smart."

"That's literally bullshit, I'm smart all the time, aren't I, Pixie?"

"Whatever helps you sleep at night," Felix mumbles.

"You're both so fake, but whatever! I could make you both my bitches so easily," you announce.

"Is that all you wanted to say?" Jisung questions.

"I-uh well yeah?"

Felix, however is more defensive, "that's such bullshit," he scoffs.

"Whatever you say," you pause, "babygirl," you can't help but stifle your laughter as you mock him, "and you too Ji, I could easily have my way with the two of you."

"Yeah?" Jisung's eyebrows are raised in amusement, "sure you could."

That's what started the whole thing, you babying them anywhere and everywhere the three of you went. Cutting their steaks at restaurants, talking to them in a baby voice, and calling them 'babygirl' nonstop.

Honestly, the two of them didn't mind that much, going along with the joke, even playing into it at times. That was until you treated them like that in front of their group mates at dinner. "Here you go babygirl," you pass a piece of steak to Jisung and he gives you a very unamused look.

"Babygirl?!" Jeongin is practically screaming, doubling over on Hyunjin, who is laughing so hard you think he may lose his voice.

Chris is trying not to choke on the piece of steak in his mouth as he looks at Jisung's face. "I knew it!" Minho cheers through a smile, "Jisung is a sub."

"Nuh uh!" Jisung is quick to try and defend himself.

"Power bottom at most," Changbin snorts from his seat across from you.

"Oh God," Seungmin is laughing so hard he's crying, wiping a tear from his eye, "Lix is one too I just know it."

"I'm not," Felix defends himself, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

"Power bottom at most," you copy Changbin.

Your remark has the boys cackling, getting weird looks from others at the restaurant.

You're sandwiched between Jisung and Felix as the three of you walk back to your apartment, Felix's right hand in the back pocket of your jeans, Jisung's left arm hugging around your waist. "That whole stunt you pulled back there was amusing," Felix whispers so that only you and Jisung can hear him, "if only they knew what a slut you are for us."

It feels like all the air was knocked out of your lungs, "I-I," you stumble over your words.

"Why are you so quiet, jagi?" Jisung hums, "I thought you were the one in charge?"

When you stay silent Felix speaks again, "don't worry, darling, we'll remind you of your place tonight."

The thought of what they're going to do to you has you whimpering.

As soon as you're inside your apartment Jisung has you shoved against the wall, his lips on your own. You can feel him grinding his semi-hard cock on your leg, "Ji," Felix's voice is deeper than usual, "come on, have some kind of resolve," Felix is scolding the older boy.

"Look at her, Lix," Jisung is moaning, "can't help it."

"Maybe Changbin hyung was right, maybe you are just a power bottom," Felix rolls his eyes, "because you're just a brain-dead cum dump, I guess I'll be the one deciding what to do to you," he degrades.

A whimper comes from your throat. "You're gonna go sit on the bed and take off your clothes, you have five minutes," Felix dismisses you.

You swiftly obey his orders, you peel your clothes off and undo your shoes, throwing them into the abyss of your bedroom.

"What's the safeword?" Felix says as he's opening the door, Jisung following after him.

"Red," you blurt.

Jisung is smiling at you softly, "remember you say that anytime you want and we stop, mkay? Remember, we both love you so much."

You knew you were in for it when Jisung said that, one of them always made sure to remind you that they love you before they fuck your brains out.

"Open your legs," Felix commands.

You uncross your legs and shyly begin opening them, however, Felix who had grown impatient of your shyness, roughly spreads your legs wide open. Revealing your sopping wet cunt.

"God, you're such a whore," he runs a finger through your folds, pushing his pointer finger in your hole.

He grins and pushes another finger in your dripping hole, before quickly pulling them out. "Open," he is talking about your mouth.

Your jaw drops and he puts his pointer and middle finger slick with your juices in your mouth. And you taste your essence while sucking on Felix's fingers like they're an ice pop. "That's it," Felix praises.

The thumb on Felix's spare hand rubs your clit so softly, making you jolt with every feather-like motion of his finger. "Such a sensitive little pussy," he coos above you.

He removes his fingers from your mouth and kneels down so he is eye level with your cunt. He keeps eye contact when he softly kisses your clit. A moan rips from your throat at the jolt of electricity that runs through your body.

"Such a messy little pussy," Jisung tuts.

Felix sucks on your clit while expertly fingering your dripping hole. The whole sensation making your body contort from pleasure. Your eyes travel over to Jisung who is watching you get your pussy eaten with an almost dehumanizing gaze. A gaze that has your cunt clenching.

You are chanting a matra of their names as Felix plays with you like you're a toy. "I think you're wet enough now," Felix figures before you can cum.

You whine at the withdraw of his mouth and fingers to your cunt. "Aw last time I checked, desperate sluts like yourself aren't allowed to complain," he spits.

"C'mon, want you on all fours," Felix taps your inner thigh, signalling you to get up.

You eagerly flip over onto all fours, and Felix's fingers push into your hole again. The feeling catches you off guard and makes you yelp from the sudden jolt of pleasure.

"That's it honey, just focus on feeling good," Felix coos with faux sympathy.

Felix removes his fingers and lines his cock up with your entrance. He slowly pushes in, letting you feel every vein and curve of his dick. "Mommy! It-it oh my God!" you cry.

He doesn't stay still for long, before giving you time to adjust he is slamming back into you. His cock hits the spot that makes you go cross-eyed and moan out. "Open," Jisung is tapping your cheek, his hard cock in front of your face.

Your jaw drops and he is quick to stick his dick down your throat, "isn't she cute like this, Lix? Full of cock like a stupid pocket pussy," Jisung is groaning, pushing your head at the rhythm he chooses.

His degrading words have your cunt clenching around Felix's cock, "she is," Felix agrees through a moan, "such a good cum dump, just for us."

You're gagging on Jisung's cock as it hits the back of your throat, tears spilling down your face. "Oh look at this, she's crying on my cock," Jisung's voice is condescending, "I know, I know, it just feels so good with mommy fucking your little cunt and daddy fucking your throat."

Felix's pace is fucking hypnotizing, hitting every spot inside you that has you gushing. Each thrust sending you closer and closer to your orgasm. Toppling over the edge once Felix's hand reaches down to rub your clit.

You barely have time to revel in the feeling of your orgasm because Jisung is cumming down your throat, "swallow it like a good girl," he commands.

You have no more brain power at this point, happily swallowing Jisung's cum. "You gonna cum, Lixie?" Jisung asks the younger man.

Jisung is pulling his cock out of your mouth and walking back behind you, and you can hear the unmistakable sound of Jisung making out with Felix while Felix is still fucking your cunt.

"Mommy! Please!" you yelp.

Felix cums with a heavenly groan and you feel his cum seeping into your swollen pussy. "Who's the submissive one now?" Felix taunts with a blissful smile.

[ateracha]

⁎⁺˳✧༚ mdni ˚✧₊⁎

you knew jisung was the prince charming that you have always looked for,

but him treating each and every inch of your body as if it had been carved by the hands of god himself was not a thought that had crossed your mind before dating him. jisung was always desperate for a taste of your pussy, and that was how he had you almost folded in half with your knees up to your chest on the couch. your moans were uncontrollable at this point, and every lick from jisung had your back arching for more. jisung’s hot, pink tongue coated every inch and crevice of your dripping pussy. he whined into your pussy as your fingers involuntarily pulled on his soft locks. he was so pussy drunk; his chin glistening with your juices, round eyes hazily looking up at you as he messily grinded his hips into the corner of the couch. “baby, baby-your pussy tastes so g-good. can i fuck you now, please…baby”

[4kimji]

Can u do hanni x fem reader playing 7 minutes in heaven and the reader doesn't know that hanni has a crush on her since the day she transferred schools

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ofc!! i didn't know if you wanted smut, so i just made it a fluff! if you wanted smut, i'll make a part 2! i also made it so hanni confesses at the end of the fic :)) otherwise hope you enjoy it 🎀 non :3

seven seconds ꒰ ᐢ. .ᐢ ꒱ ₊ ˚ ⊹

pairing: hanni x female!reader genre: humor and fluff

you were currently at your first party, since you moved schools not to long ago. by then, you've accumulated a few friends, which were the ones you were with right now. the first one who came onto you was danielle.

danielle was a chatterbox, but the enjoyable kind. she was also selfless, always putting people before her. the people who came up to you second were the twins (as how your group liked to call them). hyein and haerin were the opposites of each other.

hyein was cheery, while haerin was quiet and kept to herself. they were the ones who showed you around the school, told you all of the school's gossip, and even helped you open your locker at certain times.

the first time that you sat with them in the cafeteria, the group welcomed you with open arms. at the table, you were introduced to minji, the mom of the group. but, one girl at the table caught your eye.

her name was hanni. she was quiet at the table for the first few days, so you normally just thought she was shy. as the six of you grew closer, you all eventually turned into extroverts around each other.

"so, meet up at my house?" hyein asks. the rest of the girls agreed then bid goodbye while going into their respective classrooms. you sat with haerin in chemistry, your conversations everything but awkward.

"will you come? please tell me you're coming!" haerin pleads. you giggle before answering, "guess i'll go, i have nothing to do after school." haerin cheers while you chuckle, but the happiness was cut short due to the professor shushing you two up.

after chemistry class felt like hours, the homeroom bell rings, signaling the end of the day. you decide to not look for your friends, instead going home to get ready.

the walk home from school was not too lengthy, giving you a little too much exercise. when you enter your home, you were surprised to find it empty. you take off your shoes and head up to your room.

you've gotten into the routine of showering and going to sleep early, but not tonight. stepping out of your steamy shower, you try to look in the mirror, but you were met with fog.

you decide to clean it later, since you had approximately an hour to get ready. as you dry off your body, you scan your closet to try and theorize what you would wear.

you settle on blue flared jeans with a white spaghetti strap top. a lot of makeup was not needed for a small hangout, so mascara and lip gloss was settled on.

when you get your chuck taylors on, you hear a car honking outside your door. you open it to see hanni's car honking at you. a smile replaces your scowl and you grab your purse, ready to leave.

you weren't so close to hanni, but you guys had a friendly relationship. sometimes, hugs would last longer between you too, but you always brushed it off. she would sit next to you, but never had conversations with you. but again, you thought it was nothing.

sitting in the passengers seat, hanni mumbles a greeting under her breath. you return the greeting and fasten your seatbelt. you look out the window for majority of the ride, due to the silence between both of you.

the faint music in the back made the ride not too bad, but the silence was thick between you too. fortunately, both of you arrive in front of hyein's house.

you guys get out of the car at the same time, but, you didn't notice hanni struggling to keep up with your fast walking. she had to jog up the stairs to hyein's door, since you were already there, knocking.

"hey guys! come in, everyone else is already here." hyein exclaims. you and hanni walk into the house. it was filled with many people from school, and mostly people that you didn't know.

hyein leads you and hanni to her living room area, where you find the other girls sitting on the carpet. minji was holding a beer while danielle and haerin stick with water bottles.

"what are we going to play now?" haerin asks. "let's play truth or dare!" minji slurs. the circle falls silent. "i think you've had a little too much beer.. we just played that." hyein rolls her eyes at the silly remark.

"why don't we play 7 minutes in heaven?" dani suggests. everyone silently agrees while danielle grabs one of minji's empty beer bottles. hyein spins the bottle and it turns for a good 5 seconds before landing on hanni.

"okay! hanni, spin it." minji utters. hanni's trembling hand spins the bottle. it was a short spin that landed on you. you look up from the bottle to see hanni already looking at you.

"alright guys.. see you in 7 minutes!" haerin waves. hyein leads both of you into her bedroom, shooing you guys both into the closet. she makes sure you both are in the closet before slamming it shut.

at this point, the timer has started and the game begins. hanni was glad that the closet was dark because her face felt hot, and she was sure that her face was red as well.

you decide the only way time was going to go faster was if both of you conversated. "so.. um, how are you doing over there?" you ask hesitantly. "i-i'm alright." she answers, tone matching yours.

after that small interaction, conversating was not the best idea after all. you lay your head on the wall next to you, closing your eyes. as your eyes get heavy, hanni strikes up a conversation again.

"do you have a crush?" she asks. "maybe i do, why?" you question. "I might have a little crush on you.." she mumbles her words out in a quiet but fast way. "huh? what did you say?" "i might have a crush on you.." hanni repeats.

you lift your head up, trying to decipher hanni's face in the dark. "really? y-you do?" you were absolutely shocked. "yeah.. but it's okay! you don't have to feel the same way." her voice pitches higher than usual.

"hanni.. i don't mind. is that why you're always so shy around me?" you tease. she takes a second before answering, "n-no." you chuckle before scooting closer to her scrunched up body.

"well, i've liked you ever since you moved to our school." she confesses. "oh really.. that's a while." you realize. you start to waddle back to your other spot before her voice stops you.

"i wanted to ask you something else-" hanni is cut off by the sound of a faint alarm and haerin's booming voice.

"times up!" haerin yells from downstairs.

[modanisgf]

001. AND WE’RE BACK

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[chrissssssmut]

CORPORATE CAPTIVITY

Yandere Minji, Haerin, Hanni, Danielle, Hyein x Male Reader

Note: THIS WAS FINISHED WAY BACK BUT I DECIDED TO DO SOME REQUESTS FIRST 😭🙏 Enjoy!♥️

You used to be nothing.

Just another office worker, invisible to your coworkers, unnoticed by the five most dominant women in the marketing department—Minji, Hanni, Danielle, Haerin, and Hyein.

But then you got good.

Your reports were flawless. Your projects secured major clients. The higher-ups started depending on you.

And suddenly, the girls weren’t so untouchable anymore.

Their work was overlooked in favor of yours. Their names weren’t the first to be called in meetings. Their promotions, which once seemed inevitable, now seemed uncertain.

At first, they ignored you. Then, they resented you.

Then, they decided to fix the problem.

It was late. The office was empty. You were the last one working.

At least, you thought you were alone.

You heard the door click shut behind you.

Five shadows loomed over your desk.

Minji. Hanni. Danielle. Haerin. Hyein.

“Y/N,” Minji said, her voice silky smooth. “Working hard again?”

You stiffened. “What do you want?”

Danielle smiled. “You’re so tense. Relax.”

You stood up. “I should go.”

But you didn’t make it two steps before something sharp pricked your neck.

A burning sensation spread through your veins. Your vision blurred.

You turned, dazed, heart pounding. “W-what…”

Hanni’s smirk was the last thing you saw before you collapsed.

Then—

Darkness.

You woke up in a bedroom that wasn’t yours.

The windows were locked. The door was barred.

Panic surged through you.

You pounded on the door. “LET ME OUT!”

Laughter.

The lock clicked, and the door creaked open.

There they were.

Minji leaned against the frame. Hanni sipped coffee. Danielle, Haerin, and Hyein stood just behind them, eyes glinting with amusement.

“Morning, sunshine,” Minji purred.

Your stomach churned. “W-where am I?”

Danielle grinned. “Home.”

“Whose home?” Your voice shook.

“Ours,” Haerin said simply.

You took a step back. “This is insane. You can’t just kidnap me—”

Minji sighed. “Kidnap? No, Y/N. This is a career intervention.”

Danielle giggled. “You were too good at your job. We had to do something.”

Your mouth ran dry. “L-let me go. Please.”

Hyein smirked. “Begging already? That was fast.”

You clenched your fists. “I won’t help you.”

Minji arched an eyebrow. “Oh?”

Hanni set a laptop on the desk. “Your first assignment. Fix our reports.”

You didn’t move.

Danielle smiled sweetly. “You don’t want to make this hard, do you?”

You glared at them. “I’d rather die.”

Minji’s smile didn’t waver.

She just stepped forward—so close you could feel her breath on your skin.

Then she grabbed your wrist and squeezed.

You winced. “S-stop—”

She leaned in. “You think this is bad?” Her grip tightened. “Keep resisting.”

You swallowed hard.

Hanni giggled. “Oh, he’s shaking. Cute.”

You gritted your teeth. “Go to hell.”

Minji finally let go. “Fine.”

That night, you weren’t allowed to eat.

Or sleep.

They left you in darkness. No light. No sound.

You lasted three days before hunger won.

Your hands trembled as you typed out the reports.

Minji ran a hand through your hair. “Good boy.”

Time lost meaning.

They controlled everything. When you ate. When you slept. When you spoke.

Every day, it got worse.

Hanni dropped a stack of documents in front of you. “Make this perfect.”

You glared. “I—”

Danielle wrapped an arm around your shoulder, nails digging into your skin. “Do you really want to test us, Y/N?”

Haerin whispered in your ear. “Be good. Or we make it worse.”

Your hands shook as you picked up the pen.

Danielle smiled. “That’s better.”

Then, one night, you snapped.

“I CAN’T DO THIS!” You shoved everything off the desk. “PLEASE—JUST LET ME GO!”

Silence.

Minji sighed. “I didn’t want to do this.”

She held up your company ID. Snapped it in half.

Hanni threw your work badge into the fireplace.

Danielle dangled your apartment keys in front of you—then dropped them into the flames.

Your entire life burned away in front of you.

You collapsed to your knees. “No…”

Minji crouched in front of you, tilting your chin up. “You have nothing left, Y/N.”

“You belong to us now.”

Tears blurred your vision. Your body trembled.

You were trapped.

And the worst part?

You weren’t sure if you even wanted to leave anymore.

One night, Minji sat beside you.

“You’ve been so obedient lately,” she mused, stroking your hair.

You shivered. “I… I just don’t want to be punished.”

Hanni chuckled. “That’s cute.”

Danielle rested her chin on your shoulder. “You like this, don’t you?”

Your stomach twisted. “N-no—”

Minji smirked. “Then why haven’t you tried to run?”

Your breath hitched.

Because she was right.

You should have fought harder. Screamed louder. But you didn’t.

You swallowed. “I—I was scared.”

Minji’s lips brushed your ear. “Or maybe you’ve finally accepted it.”

You trembled.

Hanni grinned. “Good boy.”

And deep down, you realized something terrifying.

You had stopped thinking about escaping.

And maybe, just maybe—

You didn’t want to.

One night, you were alone with Danielle.

She sat on the bed, watching you.

“You love us now, don’t you?” she murmured.

You swallowed. “I—I don’t—”

She crawled forward, her fingers brushing your cheek.

“Then why do you follow orders without question?”

Your hands trembled. “Because you’ll punish me if I don’t.”

Danielle’s lips curled. “No, Y/N.”

She leaned in.

“You follow orders because you love us.”

Your heart pounded.

“No.”

“Yes.”

You shook your head.

“Say it,” Danielle whispered. “Say you love us.”

You trembled.

And then—

Your lips parted.

“I… I love you.”

Danielle grinned. “Good boy.”

And as the words left your mouth—

You realized you meant it.

Epilogue – The Perfect Pet

It had been six months since your disappearance.

The office whispered about you sometimes.

“Did he quit?”

“I heard he got an offer somewhere else.”

“No way, he would’ve told someone.”

But no one ever found out the truth.

Because you never left.

And when you finally returned?

You weren’t the same.

The doors of the office swung open.

Silence fell.

Five figures stepped in—Minji, Hanni, Danielle, Haerin, and Hyein.

And behind them?

You.

Dressed perfectly. Groomed. Eyes lowered.

You followed exactly three steps behind them, hands folded in front of you.

People stared.

One of your former colleagues hesitated. “Y/N?”

You lifted your head slightly.

Minji ran a hand through your hair. “Speak, pet.”

You shivered.

And then—

A soft, obedient, “Yes, Minji.”

The room froze.

The colleague laughed nervously. “Uh… What?”

Hanni smirked. “Oh, didn’t you hear?”

She tilted your chin up, forcing you to meet their gaze.

“He works for us now.”

Danielle stroked your cheek. “Doesn’t he look cute like this?”

You flushed.

Haerin whispered, “Say it.”

Your breath trembled.

“I belong to them.”

Murmurs filled the room.

“What the hell happened to him?”

“Is he serious?”

But you didn’t care.

Because you had no thoughts but their thoughts.

No desires but their desires.

No life but the one they gave you.

Minji turned to you. “Kneel.”

Without hesitation—

You dropped to your knees.

Gasps echoed.

A manager stormed over. “This is insane. Y/N, you’re a valuable employee! You can’t—”

Minji clicked her tongue. “Shh.”

She snapped her fingers.

You crawled forward and pressed your cheek against her thigh, eyes blank.

The manager’s face paled.

Hyein smirked. “See? He’s happy.”

The manager opened his mouth—

And then hesitated.

Because you were smiling.

No one saved you.

No one stopped them.

Because deep down, everyone could see—

You didn’t want to be saved.

And as you knelt beside them, devotion burning in your eyes—

You realized something.

This wasn’t imprisonment anymore.

This was love.

This was home.

And you would never leave again.

Not because you couldn’t.

But because you didn’t want to.

The End.

[bnecaz]

picnic w my cat

Kang haerin x f!reader

Warning: Just cute.. kisses...that's all I think?..hyein teases you two (nothing suggestive PLEASE) bad writing again

summary: Danielle's idea of ​​a picnic for you and your grumpy girlfriend haerin! At least she agreed! (she was forced

haerin is green and you are purple

—Let's go haerin!" you murmur as you pull haerin's hands while she is lazily on the sofa while closing her eyes and frowning, next to her is Hyein trying to push her "unnie...stop being lazy!"

You hear haerin purr lazily "I don't want to get up..our picnic can be right here on the dorm floor.." she murmurs and throws herself more on the sofa while hyein and you snort at the same time and you roll your eye

“I'll give all the tomatoes to danielle to eat then!" and then like a flash you see haerin open her eyes "good..I'll go then..but it's only because you and hyein are forcing me.." she murmurs and looks away I glance at Hyein who gives a smile and claps "YEAH! WE DID IT!" and gets up from the sofa doing a dance that was definitely danielle's suggestion

haerin squints her eyes and looks away from hyein "I want to eat the tomatoes, let's go" and then she simply gets up and heads towards the door "I'll carry you this time, I don't want to fall like before" before leaving the door leaving you and hyein look at each other then hyein bursts into laughter and you roll your eyes pretending to feel offended "it's just her personality, she wants to carry me!" you mumble and grab the basket of food "I'm telling the truth!" and you just hear hyein murmur in agreement before opening the door and walking out in search of haerin

"Wait for me haerin!" you mumble as you run to her and she's already on the bike waiting for you to get on "hurry up!" She murmurs and you roll your eyes and walk towards her, placing the food in the bicycle basket and then getting on the back of the bike "hold on to my waist" Haerin murmurs as she adjusts the food basket in front of her and you do what she asked, then she takes the get off the ground and start pedaling

It doesn't take long to arrive, when you arrive at the place it's quite empty, there are just a few babies playing with their parents and some ducks in the lake, when you get off the bike and get the basket with food you wait for Haerin to pull over the bike and pick it up. her hand pulling her to the place where you will put the towel without giving her time to complain, you can see her murmur and blush a little as she lets you take her to the place

"oooh...it's so beautiful.." you murmur as you give Haerin the basket to hold and take the towel and place it on the floor, sitting down and then taking Haerin's hand to put the food on the towel, while you do this haerin sits down and adjusts herself comfortably, facing you, when you finish and look at haerin she is so focused on watching you and thinking about life that she forgets that you are looking at her too, when she realizes she looks away and a little mockery comes out of her lips while she looks at the food and looks for the tomato

tomato..." she mutters unconsciously and takes the tomato and puts a whole one in her mouth, biting into it "that's your favorite thing, right..." you mutter while watching her eat it so quickly as if she were afraid you'd want to eat it too , but then you are surprised, she takes two small tomatoes from the bag and offers them to you, extending her hand and looking at you while you look on in surprise "eat...hm...now" You smile and mumble a small "thank you" as you take it from her hands and shove it in your mouth, and you swear you can see a small smile on her face before she turns away to eat more tomatoes.

You then slide a little to her side and you can see her staring at you blankly as you settle into her and put your head on her shoulder, you can feel her heart racing, but she continued with her monotonous expression while eating tomatoes

“hyein said we looked cute" you murmur softly as you look at the sky with beautiful clouds "I think you're actually cute" haerin murmurs indifferently and then blinks a few times and looks away at you when he feels one of his shoulders shaking for you laughing

Why did you say that?..” you mumble between small laughs and get up from her shoulder looking at her now and she stays silent, so you just smile and give haerin a soft kiss on the cheek, you can see how she blushes and eats the tomatoes to disguise it while looking away

haerin doesn't respond, but it's okay, she always does that and it doesn't mean she hated it, so you look at the sky and smile "that looks like bunnies..." you say softly when you see a cloud and haerin looks and shakes his head positively and then looks at you, but you don't notice and continue looking at the clouds

until soft, cold lips like haerin's are attached to yours, that didn't feel right, it's very rare for haerin to initiate a kiss with you, in public.

you feel one of haerin's hands curl around the back of your neck and you give her a smile and continue kissing her, she smells like tomatoes.. when you pull away she has the smallest smile possible but at least she's smiling so you give one smile bigger "I love you haerin" and she blushes and looks away as if she was thinking a little, then murmurs "me too.."

[ihave-atummyache]

yall….

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