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Park Maintenance

(Jealous!Jihyo x reader)

Word Count: 6.8k Smut/A secret second thing/Smut Summary: Jihyo decides that she wants to leave you feral all day, it backfires. TW: THIS IS ABOUT FUCKING! Aggressive top jihyo, public sex, degrading, teasing, intentionally making someone jealous, there is theme park sex happening. Momo and Nayeon are present, more Momo than Nayeon. A/N: Happy 3 Months of Cry4Mina! I truly never thought it would be this much fun and I'm so grateful to all those who follow me and show support for me and my writing! <3 I guess the smut didn't really take me that long at all. Thank you to the human who wishes to remain anonymous for helping me name the fic and letting me rant about it. And also @myouicieloz for constantly keeping me sane while I write LMAOOOOO As always, DMs and Asks are open for feedback and requests! :)<3 love u mean it. drink water.

Strong arms wrap themselves around you, wiggling a little closer to your body with a few heavy restful breaths. Eyelashes graze across your neck, a few lazy kisses placed along your jaw and a soft “good morning, baby” lightly draws you out of your dreams. 

You stretch, shaking off some of the stiffness of drowsiness before turning to your side, nuzzling into Jihyo further, putting your head against her chest, arms mirroring hers in the way of draping around her. 

“Still sleepy, my love?” her digits gently slide up the back of your neck, twirling your hair softly while placing a few languid pecks down your cheeks.

“Mhmm..” followed by a small sigh into her skin as you relax into her.

“We’ve got big plans today, remember? We are going to the amusement park with Nayeon and Momo, but…” her fingers trail down your bare back, lips brushing across yours.

“I’d love to start the day with those cute sleepy moans you make.” Her hand grips you tightly, locking you in place against her. 

Jihyo’s other hand finds its way between your legs. Ghosting her middle finger up and down your slit, her touch gets just a little more pressure with every pass of your clit. Sluggishly trying to match her pace for a moment before she stops moving her fingers all together.  

Eyes still half lidded from slumber, you arch your back and press your chest into hers like it’s muscle memory. She giggles into your mouth, teasing you more with each feeble lunge of your hips. 

Jihyo smirks, rolling you onto your back and sweeps one of her legs over you to straddle one of your thighs, fixing herself so she can grind down on you without removing her lips from yours. 

 A small whine slips from your throat and she slides her tongue into your mouth, taking the opportunity as it presents itself. She slides her pussy across your thigh, inciting a primal reaction from you. 

What started slow and sweet, rapidly gets hot and heavy. Your hands are navigating around her body, desperately trying to get her to finish what she started. 

Whining tandemly, the song of want emerges from the two of you tangled in each other, she breaks the kiss. Noses caressing each other while she studies the desperation seeping through your skin. 

“Use your words, baby. Tell me what you want.” whispered into your mouth. The tone is seductive and irresistible. 

Feeling her slick drip down your thigh, Jihyo was in a mood today and you were happy to take full advantage of that.  

The question burns in her eyes and you give her the silent permission she asks for. Breath shuddering as she lowers her mouth to your chest, leaving a tightly woven line of opened mouth kisses with a few soft bites sprinkled in between. 

She makes her way down your stomach and to your hips, biting your hip bones before trailing her tongue down to your inner thigh. 

“I want you- shit, please” almost voiceless in anticipation of what patterns her tongue is going to draw.

“You already have me, darling. Just tell me how you want me.” Another push of encouragement, she just wanted to hear you say what your body was craving from her. 

Jihyo places her elbows down on the sheets between your legs, holding her chin with one of her hands and returning to tease your slit once again, lazily gliding her finger up and down, patiently waiting for you.

“Fuuuuck- Hyo, please! I need to feel your tongue on me!” rocking your hips forward to get closer to her. 

“You looks so pretty when you’re desperate like this but…” She’s stone-faced…that can only mean one thing. 

“I don’t think that was good enough, honey. Maybe you should try again?” her eyebrow raises, patiently waiting for a reply. It wasn’t exactly rare to see her so…dominant, but it always kind of sprung itself on you, not that you were complaining. 

“Pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeee just fuck me, baby” wanting her was an understatement, you were absolutely spiraling down a cyclone of pure need. 

“Who?” gently slapping your clit one, two, three times and you jolt under every smack. 

“Sorry…-M-mommy fu- fuck, please!” whimpered between the splattering of your wetness

“Good girl.” a devious grin graces her face before she gets to work. 

Aggressively swiping her tongue up your pussy and gripping your thighs hard enough to leave marks just like you liked. The slurping sounds she made on you only makes you want it more. 

Jihyo is holding you down by the hips, persistently licking your clit before she slides 2 fingers inside you, not giving you any time to adjust. 

Without any shame about the ache sitting in your cunt, you thrust your hips up into her mouth and back down onto her fingers. She slows her licks down, fingers digging deep into you, building and building the knot that was going to burst at any moment. 

“Mommy…right fucking there, Please don’t stop! Don’t fucking stop!”  The thread about to break, you are about to come undone beneath her when you both hear a vibration coming from the nightstand. Jihyo’s getting a call from Momo.

“Please keep going, I’m so close… feels so good unghh…Mommy, pleaseeeee!” still one hundred percent in this, not giving a single shit about that phone call. 

A light bulb goes off in her head, you can see the sparkle in her eye as she keeps her fingers moving. She starts to suck on your clit harshly, pushing you even closer to the edge. . 

“Oh fuck, right fucking there- I’m gonna cum!” 

Jihyo completely removes herself from you, stands up and walks over to her phone, dragging her wet fingers up your torso as you writhe on the bed, completely infuriated that she would just stop. 

“WHY would you do that?! Baby, I was about to c-” 

“Hey Momo! …Yes, we are almost ready. Y/n just has to shower and then we will be on our way to come get you both!”

If looks could kill, Jihyo would be dead. You stand up, legs shaking from the tension built up that is now trapped in you and running through your limbs like an endless circuit. 

Storming off to the bathroom, you fling the door open in frustration. The smack of the doorknob on the wall startles your girlfriend who is still on the phone. 

“I'll text you when we are on the way, okay?…alright, I’ll see you soon…okay, bye Momo!” you can hear the grin that’s plastered on her face when she hangs up the phone. Giggling to herself, She’s so proud of herself for ruining your orgasm, she can’t even contain it. 

Meanwhile, your palms on the counter, looking up at yourself in the mirror to see you completely disheveled, shaking, and dawning a thin sheen of sweat laid onto your skin. Agony wreaks havoc inside you, unable to focus on much but the feeling of emptiness between your legs. 

Jihyo walks into view, leaning her shoulder and head against the door frame with that cheeky smile on her face, arms crossed to push her tits up, teasing you just that much more. 

“Baby, don’t be upset” sauntering over with a pout. 

She hugs you from behind, pressing her chest into your back and kissing your shoulder before resting her chin on it. Fingertips tracing down your sides, and over your thigh, grazing your heat with the lightest of touches. 

Bending over the quartz surface, you back up into her. Not allowing an inch of space between the two of you, wiggling your ass on her. 

“Please…I can’t be like this all day, baby. Don’t you want to taste me again?” A whiney attempt at trying to bait her into letting you cum.

“I promise that I won’t let you fall asleep tonight without cumming for me, okay?” lips brushing down your spine paired with a few tender pecks, finger still toying with your clit, and the fire pooling low in your stomach sits painfully heavy. Panting in response to the sensations. 

“Fuck, you’re so sexy when you’re like this” passionately murmured between the kisses and little love bites.  

“I love seeing how much you want me…” dipping her finger between your lips, gathering some of your essence on her fingers.

“Look how needy you are for me, baby” pressing her middle finger against her thumb before pulling them apart, revealing how drenched you were with a thick string of slick. 

Panting as you watch her and not breaking eye contact, she licks you off her fingers. Shuddering when she grabs your chin harshly, pressing her forehead against yours, and sliding her hand down your neck. Pecking your lips enough so you get a taste of yourself before winking at you and then stepping into the shower and turning it on. 

Frozen in pure lust, jaw on the floor, you just stand and take in the fact that you were going to have to go about your day like this AND she was intentionally making it worse…

“Oh, fuck you!” hissed out into the bathroom. 

A cackle echos off the tiles in the shower along with the water hitting the floor and draining. Peeking her head around the shower curtain to see you standing there half way dissociated, she smirks again thinking it’s just her leaving you orgasmless that’s making you this way. 

“You coming, darling? I made sure it was cold just to shock the horny out of you” ushering you into the shower, disregarding the state you were in. 

“Not until later, apparently!” frustration lingers in the space. You are already trying to create a plan on how you’d get revenge on her for this.  

—

The car ride was quiet, staying silent even when Jihyo would talk to you. Still pissed off and too wound up to even pretend like you weren’t second away from touching yourself in the passenger seat. Carelessly cross your legs and squeeze them together to get some kind of relief.

“No, baby!” Jihyo takes one of her hands off the wheel and swats your thighs to tell you to uncross them.

“None of that now, I want all of that for later, hm? Plus you haven’t said a word to me so why should I reward you?” The cocky smirk makes you want smack it off her face but your mind wanders to riding her mouth instead.  

Sure, this was a fun game to play, but edging the entire day after a ruined orgasm and cruel intentional teasing wasn’t something you wanted to do, at least today. 

“I hate you.” Arms crossed across your chest as you look out the passenger window daydreaming about satiating the painful ache inside of you.

“Honey, you know that's not true.” watching her in the reflection, scoffing at her as she starts pouting again. 

Unable to see her reach over, she grabs your hand, lacing her fingers with yours and kissing the top of your hand to try to soften you a little bit. You weren’t going to budge, tugging your hand out of hers, making sure she saw the annoyed look on your face before crossing your arms again. 

“You are so mad at me!” chuckling hard enough to startle you. 

“Baby, if you can be good for me today…” car stopping right in front of Nayeon and Momo’s shared apartment. 

Jihyo puts her car into park and turns to face you. It’s hard not to look into her big brown eyes, they were your weakness. She uses that to her advantage, another cute pout dawns her face. 

“Y/n…” whined out and she grabbed your hand again, resting her chin on your palm so you hold her face, an attempt to get you to break and crack a smile. It almost works.

“I’ll give you exactly what you want when we get home, okay baby? Just be a good girl for me today and I’ll-” 

Jihyo cut off by the sound of the back seat opening, Momo and Nayeon climb in and greet the two of you, prompting Jihyo to rotate and get ready to drive again. Nayeon offers a sweet happy “Hiiii!” and Momo seems to be dreading the day ahead. 

The ride to the park carries on as you’d expect, soft music plays through while the three of them chat about the park you were currently headed to and the rides they wanted to go on. Not really being a theme park person, you just sat and tried to plot how you were going to get revenge on Jihyo for this morning's antics. 

“What do you mean you don’t like rollercoasters?!” Jihyo’s voice carries loudly through the smaller space, pulling you out of the daydream you were having. 

“I just don’t like them…I only agreed because Nayeon said that she would take me to that new expensive restaurant tomorrow if I agreed to go today…” Momo groaned, definitely not happy to be in this situation. 

“Don’t worry, Momo” speaking up for the first time since they’ve gotten in the car. Jihyo was surprised when you chimed in, especially after being silent aside from the few words you have before they got into the car.

“I'll stay with you while these two run a muck, I’m not really in a roller coaster mood today, but let's do the other rides with them” 

“I thought this was something you wanted to do? I wanted to go on some roller coasters with you today.” side eyeing you from the driver seat, she seems a little pissed off when you realize the possibility here.

“I’ve already been on one today, thanks.” tension now apparent to the others present. 

“But you’ve got Nayeon to go on roller coasters with, baby! I can keep Momo company while you wait in the lines.” your grin is a little too wide for Jihyo’s liking and it very much seemed like you had an ulterior motive. 

Before you and Jihyo started dating, you mentioned to her one time about how you thought Momo was attractive and she never let you forget it. Always seemingly a little more defensive when you were around her. Jealous when Momo made you laugh or if you got too close to her. 

You didn’t really know each other too well but you knew that Jihyo would be watching you when you were close to her. That is exactly what you wanted. 

Momo and Nayeon can sense something is up but they can’t see the furrowing of her brows, and the way she is biting the inside of her cheeks to know for certain. She reaches over and grabs your hand, seemingly a little anxious that maybe she made you a little too mad this morning. Maybe she teased you a little too much.  

Squeezing her hand for a little for some reassurance, still not looking at her. You absolutely were still upset about that morning but it was all part of the game…the one she didn’t realize that she was still playing. Plan set in motion, you were going to get exactly what you wanted from her…and hopefully, sooner than anticipated. 

–

Walking into the park, you take the path to the right and start riding the rides in order. The roller coasters were usually towards the back of the park, so most of the ones up front were a yes for everyone. The lines weren’t too long and you were enjoying the distraction from your hopeless desire for Jihyo, when they were present.

Jihyo was extremely affectionate with you when the opportunity presented itself. Maybe she did actually feel bad for how this morning went… Holding you from behind, barely letting go of your hand, and pressing her lips against your shoulders and cheeks anytime she had the opening to. 

She wouldn’t let you leave her side for more than 5 minutes before searching for you, the clinginess is cute…you are almost sorry for what you were about to do. 

“Wasn't this that rollercoaster you were talking about last night, baby? You and Nayeon should go on it!” pushing her to the line with Nayeon. 

“Yes! Let’s go!” Nayeon takes off, leaving Momo behind with you and Jihyo who is furrowing her brows at you again. She looks too cute when she’s frustrated.

Momo and you look at each other, having not spent a lot of time alone together, she’s not really sure where to start a conversation with you. 

“Uhm…do you want to go get a snack?” remembering that Momo was partial to foods and maybe you could find some common ground. 

“Oh, Absolutely!” heading to the food cart near the ride that they were on so you weren’t out of sight…you wanted to make sure she watched what was about to happen. 

Grabbing a churro and a large pretzel, you and momo found a bench to sit on. You talked about a few different things and found that you actually did have some common ground. Enjoying a lot of the same flavors of food broke the ice between the two of you. 

You asked about her and what her schedules were like, understanding a little more than most about how time consuming they could be because of your girlfriend who was looking over and scowling every few minutes. Unable to stifle the laugh when you see it, Momo looks at you in confusion. 

“What’s so funny?” 

“Jihyo and I…we had a moment this morning before we came and picked you and Nayeon up. She’s been so clingy because she thinks I’m mad at her…and she keeps looking over here and making this face like she’s annoyed, I think she’s getting a little jealous because I’ve been cold with her a little today.” giggles lacing the explanation.

“Wait, why would she be jealous? I’m not going to hit on you…wait, not that you aren’t worthy of me hitting on you, but you’re obviously with Jihyo…not that I’m trying to hit on you or anything…not saying that I wouldn’t but it would be rude of me…to do that” stammering through the sentence and flustering herself, she turns bright red, unable to shield her embarrassment. 

“Relax, relax” you assure her.

“Listen, I’m actually trying to make her a little jealous…Would you be interested in helping me stoke the fire? You won’t have to do anything crazy.” asking for consent before carrying on with the plan you hatched. 

“...I don’t know, I mean she is my friend. What did you have in mind?” hesitant to agree, though she does have a small smile on her face. 

“Wait, I have to know…what did she do that made you mad?” now wanting the context of the situation. 

“Well, uhm, I don’t mind telling you but it’s definitely TMI.”  a warning before the tale.

“I live with Nayeon, there is no such thing as TMI. Especially because of the sounds that her and Jeongyeon make when she comes to stay the night…trust me, I’ll be okay. Spill!” chuckled back to you.

“Okay, so you know this morning when you called?” 

Momo nods her head. 

“Well we were in the middle of something and I was about to…you know…and she stopped and answered the phone…and never came back to finish what she started. But she sure did come back to make sure I stayed in that state and mindset” blinking a few times for emphasis. 

“Oh, she’s evil for that. Also, so sorry! I would never intentionally cock block you.” containing her laughter as best she could, she wasn’t trying to make you feel bad. 

“Okay, I’ll bite. I would be so mad if someone left me like that.” agreeing to your plan. 

Momo was very stunning and that was easy to admit. Her muscular arms were enough to cause a scene, beautiful face, charming voice and she cooks? She was quite the catch. Jihyo being aware of the way you view Momo made it almost too perfect.

Your hand travels up to her exposed bicep and rests there. Momo looks over at Jihyo, who is gawking at the two of you and typing furiously on her phone without even looking down. 

The table vibrates. 

Someone got a text message. 

Momo looks at you, waiting for you to reach for your phone to see if it was exactly what you both knew it was. 

“I want to see what happens if I just ignore it.” poking Jihyo even harder as you start tracing the outline of Momo’s shoulders and giving her the “fuck me” eyes. 

“Do you think she’s still looking?” Momo was afraid to look where her members were waiting. 

Phone pinging rapidly against the table, a slew of text messages barrage your phone. Making sure to roll your eyes just to add insult to injury before picking up your phone and seeing what your girlfriend had sent you. 

Baby<3: why are you that close to her?

Baby<3: what are you doing…

Baby<3: y/n…

Baby<3: why the fuck are you touching her like that?

Baby<3: Answer me.

Baby<3: Now. 

“Oh, she is definitely looking and she is definitely pissed.” giggling, putting your hand back on her arm, but her forearm this time. Swinging your head back to where Nayeon and Jihyo were in line, Nayeon is covering her mouth and trying not to laugh and Jihyo’s arms are crossed, staring daggers at the two of you.

“She looks pretty upset…are you sure you want to keep this up?” an apprehensive tone out of Momo as Jihyo and Nayeon step into the ride, getting seated, and fixing the safety equipment so it fits them the way it’s supposed to. 

Jihyo’s eyes never leave you. 

Winking at her and blowing her a kiss right before the ride launches off, you cackle when she’s out of sight. Momo isn’t really sure how to react to you seeing how mad Jihyo was. 

“So you want her angry…as revenge?”

“More jealous, but I’ll take angry too.”

“Won’t this…start a fight or something? Wouldn’t that be counterproductive?” questioning your motives. 

“You said there was no TMI right?” ready to spill the tea to her, knowing she would understand after you said it out loud. 

“Right.”

“She gets very…passionate…when she’s jealous…but she knows I would never cheat on her.” letting Momo in further to the game you were playing, the roller coaster still going, slingshotting over your head. 

Looking up at Jihyo as she passes over you, hand still on Momo when it happens and you can see the flash of rage on her face as she and Nayeon pass by. 

“This is literally so she will be…more aggressive…with you?” finally putting the pieces together.

Nodding your head with a devious smile, she can’t help but belly laugh at the plan you put together. 

“I know we are just getting to know each other now but I can see why you’re together. Especially if this is the response you have to what happened between you this morning. It’s like a game and I think we both know how competitive she is.” Nodding in agreement with herself. 

“Let’s just hope it goes the way I think it will. So far, she’s losing!” chuckling with Momo about the shared information. Even if your plan fell through, at least you were sure you had made a better friend out of Momo. 

Jihyo and Nayeon get off the ride, walking back over to you and the tension in Jihyo is palpable. She’s trying to mask it while Nayeon talks to her but when she approaches you, she sits between you and Momo on the bench, slamming her hand down on your thigh and squeezing as a reminder of her title. 

“Let’s head to the next one, the app says it’s only a 20 minute wait!” Nayeon sings loudly before standing and taking off. The three of you stand, Jihyo in silence, and you and Momo carry on the previous conversation you were having about food.

Jihyo grabs your hand vigorously, trying to get your attention. Even with the harsh display of affection, you made sure to stay present in the conversation with Momo, much to Jihyo’s dismay. 

Jihyo scoffs at you, throwing your hand that wasn’t holding hers down and walking, faster than both of you. 

Another few minutes and you were at the next ride, Jihyo and Nayeon get in line, you and Momo take a seat in view and continue on with your plan. Still talking about random topics, your hands tugging on the sleeves of the tank top she was wearing, and Jihyo burning holes into your skin and sending more angry text messages. 

Too bad your phone was on “Do not disturb”

“She’s really pissed, Y/n…maybe we should stop…” Momo is looking up at Jihyo, whose hands are now balled into fists, visibly clenched so tight that she probably shouldn’t even be going on this roller coaster. Nayeon is trying to get her attention, snapping her fingers in front of Jihyo’s face but it does nothing. 

“Maybe I’ll lay off a little. She does look a little more rage filled than expected…”  worried that you might have forced Jihyo past the point of return. 

The ride being quick and easy, Jihyo and Nayeon only being gone for a little over 25 minutes, you suggest something everyone would be up for. 

“There is that haunted house dark ride that’s kind of cheesy, we could do that one!” you reach for Jihyo’s hand as a peace offering, she’s quick to pull away and start walking towards the ride mentioned. 

Momo and you look at each other, Momo has a tight lipped smile, concerned at the scene that was silently unfolding around you. Nayeon has some cotton candy and is so focused on eating it that she doesn’t even realize what’s playing out before everyone.

Running to catch up to your girlfriend, you grab her hand before she can pull away. 

“Hey…hey” pulling her to a stop. She’s so mad she won’t even make eye contact with you, face holding a look of frustration that you’ve only seen in very heated situations that usually have nothing to do with you.

Wrapping your arms around her neck, her hands coming up to your waist like they usually did, showing you that she was, in fact, present for what you were about to say. 

“I was only trying to make you jealous…I just wanted you to be upset with me and take it out on me tonight is all…I’ll stop being a brat...Okay?” almost pleading with her to see that it was all a part of the game. . 

“I know what you wanted…But you don’t need to fucking hang all over Momo and throw a tantrum because you didn’t cum this morning.” tone heavy, almost spiteful.  

There’s a quiver between your legs, this is exactly what you wanted but this was not the time to tell her that.  

“I’m sorry, baby. I’ll stop, okay? Just please- let’s enjoy the rest of the day. You deserve to have fun and not have to worry about something so silly. I love you. No one else.” 

Leaning in to hug her, she doesn’t pull away from you. Jihyo just lets you hold her, reciprocating the movement but the tension was still there. Hoping to ease the stress, you kiss her lips tenderly. 

She smiles at you devotedly, squeezes your hand a little and guides you into the line of the ride. 

Jihyo has this air about her now, standing behind you with her hand never leaving the small of your back. She’s almost defensive posture the entire wait for the ride, though it’s not an aggressive stance, but the vibe of it is “this is mine.” 

“Alright, two people in a buggy, please!” the worker at the front of the line shouts over the crowds of people. 

Momo and Nayeon get seated in the one in front of you, the line of hooded seats moves up and stops. Climbing in from the left side and shuffling a step to the end, Jihyo gets in after you. She’s oddly stoic, inexpressive about everything. Usually she was so excited for this ride.  

Placing a hand on Jihyo’s forearm, you see her eyes follow your movements, carefully watching you. Taking your hand down into hers, lifting it over her shoulders, and placing your arm around her. Scooting closer to you, her head resting on your shoulder and linking your fingers together. 

This is peculiar to you. She was just borderline seething, then she was too calm, and now she’s cuddling you? Something’s not right…

The covered spheres you sat in started shifting once more, gradually making their way down the track. The lights dim as you make your way down the tunnel, leisurely launching into the water as the ride begins. 

The score for the ride starts to play through the hidden speakers, you feel a finger tracing the hem of your shorts on your upper thighs, getting closer and closer to where your legs meet every time they make a pass. 

“You know,” snapping you out of the trance the feather light touches put you in.

“I really don’t appreciate the attention you’ve been giving Momo today…” not even bothering to look up at you, just continuing to trail her fingers.

“And I don’t like that you ignored my texts and didn’t stop after seeing them…even if it was just to get my attention” Her fingers walk up to the waistband of your shorts and pause for only a moment.

“That being said,” unbuttoning your shorts before you can protest.

“Jihyo, we are in public! What are you doing?!” through clenched teeth, trying to push her hand away from where it threatened to touch. 

“I thought this was what you wanted, hm? To be punished? Isn’t this one of your fantasies? Isn’t this why you wanted me jealous in the first place? ” seductively into your ear, before she starts kissing and biting your neck. 

Muffling a groan that erupted as soon as her teeth sunk into your skin, you turned your head to kiss her but she grabbed your face roughly. Fingers on one cheek, thumb on the other, and palm on your chin, she forces your head forward and holds it in place. 

“Oh, no, no, baby. You don’t get to kiss me right now. You need to focus on keeping your mouth shut.” Condescendingly spat as she begins sliding her hand down your underwear and cupping your pussy. 

“Rock your hips. Now.” pushing her middle finger between your lips, the contact on your clit makes you jolt, and puts you right back at being a needy mess like you were this morning.  

“Go ahead, baby. Grind into my finger. I can feel how desperate you are…be a good slut and do as I say.” Lowly growling to let you know she wasn’t kidding and removing her hand from your face. 

Gasping at her tone and positioning yourself in a way that would feel the best given the situation, you bucked your hips up against her fingers harshly. She’s not even looking at you as you pathetically hump her hand, trying to keep your breathing even, small whines leave your lips and you pick up the pace. 

“Stop. I fucking told you to keep quiet. Now you’ll suffer.” the words echo in your brain, you halt immediately but almost cry at the loss of sensation. 

The ride is still spinning and moving through scenes and stages but with the way you're sitting, no one can tell where her hand is. 

“Jihyo…” a soft plea for her to make some form of movement on you. 

“I’ll do what I please with what is mine.” holding her hand in the same position, it’s completely drenched from your cunt and you just need to feel something. Completely frustrated at the way she was messing with you.

“Fine! Then, if you're going to do what you want then, so will I!” stuttering your hips again, using her hand in a nearly frantic manner. 

Jihyo just laughs at the act, removing her hand from your shorts and pushing you back down into your spot on the bench. She’s watching you closely, the primal need in your eyes, how you couldn’t find a comfortable seat. 

You have finally reached your breaking point. 

“UGH! Stop toying with me! I just need to c- cum! I’ll do anything, baby. Just fuck me already!” 

A villainous laugh reverberates through her chest, a devilish grin, and a hand wraps around your neck, squeezing the sides, and pulling you in for a heated kiss. 

Tongues dance amongst each other, eager in her movements and very much in control. Her hand makes its way to your cunt again and she pushes a single finger inside of you, it’s enough to incite a gasp from your lips. 

Unable to control yourself, you start thrusting your hips again. She pulls her finger out of you, instantly. 

“I didn’t tell you to fucking move.” taking her hand off your throat, about to remove her other hand from your shorts but you grab her forearm, grinding against her hand again.

“Please, baby…I need you. I fucking need you!” getting so close to her face that you can feel her breath on your skin.

She’s trying to keep calm but the fire behind her eyes was telling you she was anything but. 

Was she actually in control here? 

Only one way to know for sure. 

“Mommy…please, I need you inside me. Fucking, please!” A sense of urgency in your voice and the way you grasp at her shoulders has her about to pounce when all of a sudden, the ride comes to an unexpected stop, both of you now frozen, worried you’d been seen. 

“Hello! We are experiencing technical difficulties. Please keep your arms and legs inside of the attraction vehicles and we will have the ride up and running in no time!” crackles over the intercom. 

Faces inches apart, Jihyo’s jaw tensing as she looks out to see that the buggy you were in was facing a wall, no one could see into it. A lucky coincidence. 

Making eye contact with her, you remove her hand from your shorts. The confusion on her face shines through the darkness. You hook your thumbs in your shorts and slide them off completely. 

Jihyo’s eyes widened in shock, not expecting you to remove half your clothes on an amusement park ride.The look turns to hunger in a half second and you recognize the shift in her. She was about to devour you. 

“That’s how bad you want it, huh? Willing to get half naked  in public, just to feel me?” Lifting your legs, she rotates your hips towards her, pulling your calves hostilely so you lay down in the seat that was roomy for 2 people. 

She pushes your thighs against your chest and stares down at your drenched cunt.

Licking the padding of 3 of her fingers, she slaps your pussy with an audible smack, not worried about how sensitive you were in the slightest. 

“Think you can flirt with Momo all fucking day, and then I’m just going to fuck you?” Venomously hissed through the sounds of people chattering around you. They were waiting for the ride to start again, you were hoping it would be a while. 

“What is it about her, hm?” Another smack. 

“Do you think she could make you this wet?” This smack harder than all the other ones, but you knew she could do better. 

“Who do you think made me this wet in the first place?” with a tenseness that matched the state of your yearning. 

“Are you fucking kidding me?!” She slams her full palm right on your cunt, you jolt and let out a silent cry as your entire body starts to tingle from the antagonistic slaps of Jihyo. 

“Can you cum like this? Should you even cum at all?” splattering your soaked cunt’s fluids all over her own legs and hand. 

Without warning, she slams two fingers into you. It takes everything you have to not let out a sound. Gripping anything you could, you tried to say quiet, the hardest task assigned because all you wanted to do was cry. 

“Mommy! Slow down, oh fuck, I’m gon- ungh -na cum!”  

“I don’t fucking care. Be a good little whore and shut the fuck up.” lowering her head, teasing you with the tip of her tongue. 

Relentlessly fucking into you, it takes all the control you were quickly losing to keep your moans in, not that the other sounds emanating from you were any quieter.

Feeling yourself making a mess, you decide to take a little control from her. Running your fingers through her hair, gripping her locks and mercilessly rocking onto her tongue at a steady speed.   

“Fuck, fuck, fuck- Hyo, I’m gonna fucking cum!” 

She shoves another finger into your entrance unexpectedly, causing you to cry out- pulsing around her fingers and finally gaining the release you've been chasing all day. Thighs tighten around her head, holding her in place while you ride your orgasm out but her fingers don’t stop thrusting. 

“Baby, what -mmmhhhh fuck, oh my fucking god!” 

“The whimpering whining whore wanted to cum so badly, right? So fucking cum.” Slapping your clit over and over again. You can’t help but get loud for her, velvet laced grunts and adrenaline filled moans flee from your lungs in a race to fill the air. 

“Shhh! Keep it down or I’ll stop and leave you like this again!” stiffly whispered to you when she got up onto her knees to lean over you. 

“Wouldn’t that be so sad? Let me help you.” Shoving her fingers covered in your own slick into your mouth to keep you quiet and placing the palm of the other right on your clit, fingers curling up into you so hard that you can’t even govern your own body. 

Vision starts to fade, the sensations are almost too much for you to bear. Muscles tensing throughout you as you dissolve into your own pleasure. Explosions and shockwaves ripple through the fibers of your being, leaving trails of electricity across your skin. 

Jerking and contorting under her, you can’t make much sound with her fingers halfway down your throat but the taste of your own cum from her finger adds to your state of bliss. You’re sure to suck every bit of yourself off her before she lazily pulls them from your mouth.

She’s got a smirk on her face like she just won a war when she watches you do it, unable to contain the victory smile she was prepared with. 

You are completely fucked out, leaking onto the seat, huffing and just trying to catch your breath. Putting your hand on her cheek before she makes her descent.  

“Was that what you wanted?” Jihyo questions, cleaning you with her tongue. Twitching out of sensitivity under her touch, completely swollen and unsure if you’ll even be able to sit properly for the rest of the day.  

All you can do is nod your head, too weak to even think about speaking. She helps you put your shorts back on and sits you up right before letting you lean into her until you regain some of your energy. 

The ride starts moving again, people start cheering as you make your way through the rest of the tunnel, not even remembering what attraction you were on in the first place. She’s pointing out the things she thinks would spark your interest indicating that she was no longer frustrated with you, at least to the same extent as before. 

Momo and Nayeon get off the ride first, waiting for the two of you at the exit when your buggy pulls up. Jihyo steps over you to get out first so she can help you stand, grateful for this because of how unsteady your legs were. 

Her hand around your waist as you walk out into the sun, happily feeling the warmth of the day. Jihyo points out a table with benches attached, walking everyone over to have a seat and discuss further plans. 

“Y/n, are you okay?” Momo asks, noticing your energy change. 

“Yes. Just a little tired.” winking at her. 

“…wait…is that what I heard?…you didn’t…” 

Jihyo butts in, suggesting to head over to an ice cream shop around the corner and everyone agrees. Momo and Nayeon are distracted with each other when you lean in and kiss Jihyo on the cheek. 

“Thank you, baby” 

“Don’t thank me just yet, I still have plans for you once we get home.”

[misanahrs]

urs. — park jihyo.

now playing: urs - niki.

synopsis - jihyo, drawn to the mysterious new bodyguard, fights growing tension and unspoken desire. after you’re injured protecting them, emotions boil over, forcing jihyo to admit—she doesn’t just want safety, she wants you.

pairing - park jihyo x fem reader.

jihyo didn’t know why you got under her skin the way you did.

maybe it was because you were impossible to read, a quiet enigma dressed in black. from the moment you joined their security team, you were different—tall, poised, eyes hidden behind dark sunglasses. nayeon had joked that you looked like a spy. momo had tried to make you laugh within the first ten minutes. sana had taken it as a personal mission to tease a reaction out of you.

but you remained unshaken. professional. untouchable.

you were so professional to the point of frustration. not unfriendly, just distant. always standing by the door, always watching. nayeon had even tried to sneak up on you once, and you’d turned to face her before she’d even reached your arm. your reflexes were sharp. impressive. terrifying.

“i’ll do my best to protect you,” you had said on your first day, voice low, unwavering.

and you did.

jihyo had watched as you became a shadow at their side, always a step away, always watching. never intrusive, but never at ease. like you were built to be on high alert. she wondered if you ever let your guard down. if you ever allowed yourself to relax.

but it wasn’t her place to wonder.

except she did. and it only got worse the day she saw you smile.

⸻

jihyo hadn’t been looking for you. not consciously, anyway.

she had just finished a meeting when she walked into the practice room, expecting to see the girls getting ready to leave. instead, her steps faltered.

because there you were—leaning against the wall beside sana, sunglasses pushed up onto your hair, arms crossed, body tilted just slightly toward her in a way that felt… natural. comfortable. intimate.

but the worst part, the part that made jihyo’s stomach twist in a way she refused to acknowledge, was your mouth.

you were smiling.

not a smirk. not a polite, barely-there curve of your lips. no, this was real. soft. quiet. something she had never seen on you before. sana whispered something in your ear, giggling, and your shoulders shook with barely contained laughter.

jihyo felt something sharp lodge itself in her chest.

she turned away before either of you could notice her standing there.

she wasn’t sure what unsettled her more—the fact that you were smiling, or the fact that it wasn’t for her.

jihyo had never seen you smile before.

and she hated how it made her stomach twist.

she forced herself to shake it off, ignore the way her chest felt too tight. it was stupid. it was nothing.

⸻

when she heard you were the one accompanying sana to paris, she felt ridiculous for the way her pulse spiked.

it was fine. it didn’t mean anything. you were a bodyguard, not hers, not anyone’s in particular. you were simply doing your job—doing what you were told. it shouldn’t matter.

but when she saw the headlines a few days later, she knew she had been lying to herself.

“twice bodyguard physically removes stalker at paris fashion week”

the video was everywhere. grainy footage, but jihyo still watches it all—more than once.

the sasaeng had been lingering outside the event, eyes locked onto sana, moving closer every time she shifted. she had looked uncomfortable, her usual smile strained, her fingers tightening around the clutch in her hand.

you had noticed.

jihyo saw it—the slight shift in your stance, the way your body tensed as sana took a step back.

and then it happened too fast.

the man grabbed sana’s wrist, fingers pressing into her skin, leaning in to whisper something in her ear.

jihyo didn’t even have time to register her own anger before she saw you move.

one second you were standing at sana’s side, the next you had the man’s arm twisted behind his back, shoving him away with so much force that he stumbled. jihyo couldn’t hear what you said to him, but whatever it was made him blanch, made him scurry off like the coward he was.

but the next clip made something tighten in her chest.

you were walking into the hotel, shoulders squared, expression unreadable, but there was blood on your knuckles. a thin cut on your cheekbone.

jihyo’s fingers clenched around her phone.

it was concern, she told herself. concern for you, concern for the fact that you had gotten hurt on their behalf.

so why did it feel like something else?

⸻

she didn’t mean to overhear the conversation when you got back to korea.

she had been passing by one of the smaller meeting rooms in the building when she heard your voice inside, low and even—justifying yet somehow simultaneously belittling the situation. “it wasn’t a big deal.”

“you hit a wall,” the manager’s voice was sharp.

jihyo frowned.

“he wouldn’t back off,” you said, tone clipped. “even after i put distance between them, he kept pushing. he said some things that made her uncomfortable, and he tried to grab her again. i had to make it clear that he was not going to get away with it.”

silence.

“so you put him on the ground,” the manager said flatly, sighing.

jihyo could almost hear your shrug. “i did what i had to do.”

“and the injury?”

“he tried to swing at me. i dodged, but i hit the corner of a wall. it’s fine.”

jihyo felt something warm curl in her chest—something she didn’t want to name.

she walked away before she could hear anything else, yet she couldn’t shake off the thought of you protecting her from whatever dilemma presented itself.

⸻

she wasn’t expecting to find you in the dressing room that night.

the shoot had wrapped early, and she had gone back to grab something she had left behind.

but you were there, sitting on the couch, rolling up the sleeve of your black shirt.

jihyo froze.

you hadn’t noticed her yet. your focus was on your hands, fingers carefully unwinding a bloodied bandage from around your knuckles. your jaw was tight, a faint crease between your brows.

she should say something. she should leave.

but she couldn’t move.

the way you sat, posture slightly more relaxed than usual, forearms tense as you worked with precision—it was different from the way you carried yourself in front of them. your guard was still up, but there was something raw here, something real.

you exhaled softly, reaching for fresh gauze.

jihyo swallowed, throat suddenly dry.

her eyes traced the cut along your cheekbone, the faint bruising beneath your knuckles.

she wanted to know what those hands would feel like on her. in her.

she wanted to know what it would take to make you lose control.

you finally looked up, noticing her.

your expression didn’t change. but your eyes did, just slightly, just enough that she caught the flicker of surprise before you masked it. “you’re back early,” you murmured.

jihyo’s pulse was loud in her ears.

she nodded, stepping closer before she could stop herself.

“you should be at the hospital.”

your lips twitched, the closest thing to amusement she had ever seen from you. “it’s just a scratch.” and once again, jihyo thought, belittling the situation with a small smile.

jihyo clenched her jaw.

the tension between you was thick, suffocating.

her fingers itched to touch you, to trace the bruises, to feel the heat of your skin.

she swallowed hard.

“let me help,” she murmured, reaching for the bandage.

your fingers brushed against hers, and jihyo felt it like a shock down her spine.

you inhaled, barely, but she caught it.

for the first time since she met you, your guard was down.

and jihyo was going to take full advantage of it.

jihyo was going to make her desires come true.

jihyo’s fingers closed around the bandage, but she didn’t move to take it from you just yet.

you didn’t pull away either.

the room was quiet, the only sound the faint hum of the lights overhead, the soft rasp of your breath.

jihyo’s gaze flickered to your face, tracing the sharp line of your jaw, the way your lips parted just slightly as you studied her.

your eyes, normally so unreadable, had shifted.

she wasn’t sure if it was the dim lighting or the tension thrumming between you, but there was something different in them. something dark, something hungry.

jihyo’s pulse hammered in her throat.

she knew that look.

her fingers tightened around the bandage, her other hand hovering just above your wrist.

“you’re always so careful, y/n” she murmured, voice softer than she intended. “so controlled.”

you didn’t answer.

jihyo tilted her head, her lips curving slightly as she let her fingertips ghost over the bruised skin of your knuckles.

she felt the way your breath caught.

slowly, deliberately, she traced the edge of the fresh gauze, barely touching, just enough to feel the heat of your skin beneath her fingertips.

your jaw flexed.

jihyo exhaled, low and steady, watching the way your shoulders tensed, the way your fingers curled just slightly against your thigh.

“you’re tense,” she noted, pretending to be unaware of the very obvious effect she was having on you.

you gave a short, humorless huff, shifting your gaze away.

jihyo let her hand trail up your forearm, dragging the tips of her acrylics lightly against the fabric of your sleeve before stopping just shy of your elbow.

you inhaled sharply. “jihyo,” you said, voice low, edged with something she couldn’t quite place.

“yes?” she smiled, tilting her head.

your fingers twitched, like you were fighting the urge to grab her wrist, to stop her from teasing you any further.

she kind of wanted you to.

“do you always push people like this?” you asked, exhaling through your nose.

jihyo hummed, letting her fingers drift just a little higher.

“only when i want something.”

the words hung heavy between you, sinking into the charged silence like a stone dropped into deep water.

jihyo could feel the tension thrumming between you, could see the way your throat bobbed as you swallowed hard.

you were holding yourself back.

and she was curious—achingly curious—about what would happen if you didn’t.

“you’ve been watching me,” she murmured, pressing just a little closer, enough that she could see the flicker of hesitation in your eyes. “haven’t you?”

you didn’t answer immediately. but you didn’t deny it either.

jihyo’s smile widened, slow and knowing.

“i think,” she mused, tilting her head, “that you’re just as curious about me as i am about you.”

your fingers twitched again.

jihyo could see it now, the restraint in your posture, the way your entire body was wound tight, like a coil on the verge of snapping.

you exhaled slowly, deliberately, before your eyes finally met hers again—steady, unwavering.

“jihyo,” you said again, her name like gravel in your throat, rough and quiet.

and then, finally, you did what she had been waiting for.

your hand caught her wrist, stopping her teasing touches, holding her firmly but not harshly and jihyo’s breath hitched, lowkey wishing you would hold her tighter.

your grip was warm, solid, your fingers pressing just enough to send heat curling through her stomach.

for a long, charged moment, neither of you moved.

jihyo licked her lips, watching the way your eyes darkened as you tracked the movement—your grip tightening just slightly.

“be careful,” you murmured, voice lower than before.

jihyo let out a slow breath, deliberately shifting her wrist in your grasp, feeling the strength in your fingers, the quiet power coiled beneath your skin.

“or what?” she challenged, her voice barely above a whisper.

your jaw clenched.

and then, finally, your control snapped.

with a fluid motion, you pulled her closer, forcing her to stumble just slightly, until she was standing between your legs, until your faces were close—too close, close enough that she could feel your breath against her lips.

jihyo’s breath hitched.

your other hand came up, fingertips brushing against her waist—light, barely there, like you were still holding back, still unsure.

jihyo wasn’t.

she leaned in, closing the last bit of space between you, lips hovering just over yours.

“i don’t think you want me to be careful,” she whispered.

and then she kissed you.

⸻

your lips were warm, firm, and for the briefest second, you didn’t move—frozen, caught between restraint and desire.

but then you exhaled, a sharp sound against her mouth, and your grip on her wrist tightened.

jihyo barely had time to register the shift before you were kissing her back, deep and consuming, like you had been holding back for far too long.

her pulse roared in her ears.

your other hand, the one that had been hovering at her waist, finally settled, fingers spreading against the fabric of her shirt. you pulled her closer, just enough that she could feel the tension in your body, the quiet strength you carried so effortlessly.

jihyo’s head spun.

you kissed like you did everything else—calculated, controlled, precise. but there was something else there, something underneath the composure, something rough and raw and hungry.

jihyo wanted more of it.

her hands moved before she could think, one sliding up the back of your neck, fingers threading into your hair, the other pressing against your shoulder. she could feel the tension in your muscles, the way you held yourself taut even as your lips parted against hers.

she wanted to unravel you.

so she tilted her head, deepening the kiss, pressing closer, until she could feel your breath hitch, until she felt the faintest tremor in your grip.

and then—

you pulled back.

jihyo let out a sharp breath, eyes fluttering open just in time to see you looking at her, gaze dark, unreadable.

her lips tingled, swollen from the force of the kiss, and she could still feel the warmth of your hands on her.

but you didn’t move.

“jihyo,” you murmured, voice low, steady despite the tension humming between you.

her heart pounded against her ribs.

you were looking at her like you were trying to decidewhether to pull her back in or push her away.

jihyo wasn’t sure which she wanted more.

her breath was uneven, her pulse a steady, insistent thrum beneath her skin. you had kissed her like you had been holding yourself back for months—controlled but hungry, precise but desperate. and now, with the way you were looking at her, like she was something dangerous, something you weren’t sure you should want—god, it made her burn.

your fingers twitched against her waist, like you wanted to let go but couldn’t bring yourself to.

jihyo swallowed, gaze locked onto yours, lips still tingling with the ghost of your kiss.

she licked them slowly, deliberately, watching the way your jaw clenched.

“what?” she asked, her voice softer than before, edged with something knowing.

your grip tightened—just barely, just enough that she felt the heat of your palm through her shirt.

jihyo let herself lean in again, not quite kissing you, just close enough to make you feel it.

you exhaled sharply, like you were struggling to keep yourself in check.

“this isn’t—” you started, but your voice was hoarse, unsteady in a way she had never heard before, all because of her—giving her a slight ego boost.

jihyo’s lips brushed against yours again, feather-light, teasing. “isn’t what?”

you were silent.

jihyo smiled, slow and dangerous.

she liked this—this tension, this push and pull, the way you were usually so unreadable but now? now you were struggling. now your restraint was breaking, unraveling thread by thread beneath her hands.

“you kissed me back,” she murmured, tracing her fingers along the collar of your shirt, feeling the way your breath shuddered beneath her touch. “you can’t take it back now.” your throat bobbed and jihyo tilted her head, waiting, giving you the chance to pull away, to stop this before it went any further.

but you didn’t.

and that was all she needed.

jihyo moved without hesitation, kissing you again, this time with intention—with purpose.

and this time, you didn’t hold back.

your hands gripped her tighter, pulling her flush against you, and when you kissed her, it was different—no hesitation, no restraint, just raw heat.

jihyo gasped into your mouth, hands sliding up your shoulders, pressing closer, closer, until there was nothing between you but the heat of your skin and the rapid beat of your hearts.

you kissed her like you were making up for lost time, like you had been waiting for this just as long as she had.

and god, jihyo was going to ruin you for it.

she shifted, pushing you back against the couch, straddling your lap in one fluid motion, barely giving you time to react before she was pressing her weight against you, fingers slipping beneath the fabric of your shirt, nails dragging against the smooth, warm skin of your stomach.

you groaned softly, almost inaudibly, but jihyo heard it.

she smiled against your lips.

“not so composed now, are you?” she murmured, voice edged with amusement.

your fingers flexed against her hips.

“jihyo,” you warned, but there was no real threat in your tone, only heat, only need.

jihyo smirked, leaning down, lips brushing the line of your jaw, the shell of your ear.

“tell me you don’t want this,” she whispered, voice like silk, like sin.

you didn’t answer.

your silence was enough.

jihyo exhaled, slow and satisfied.

she had spent months wondering what it would take to make you break.

and now, she finally had her answer.

jihyo smirked, the heat of your silence wrapping around her like a vice, tightening, thrilling. she had you. she knew it.

your fingers twitched against her hips, your chest rising and falling in a slow, measured rhythm, like you were trying to steady yourself, like you were trying to regain even an ounce of the control she had so effortlessly stripped from you.

but jihyo wasn’t done playing with you yet.

she rolled her hips, just barely, a slow, deliberate shift of weight that sent heat rushing through both of you.

your breath hitched—so quiet, so barely there that most people wouldn’t have caught it. but jihyo did.

her smirk deepened.

“you’re holding back,” she mused, her voice a soft purr against your ear. “why?”

your fingers flexed, gripping her tighter, but you still didn’t move.

jihyo dragged her lips down the column of your throat, a slow, lazy trace of heat, lingering just long enough to feel the way your pulse thrummed against her mouth.

“i thought you were supposed to be the tough one,” she teased, nails tracing absent patterns against your shoulder. “but here you are, letting me do whatever i want.”

you inhaled sharply.

jihyo pulled back, just enough to meet your eyes again, her expression knowing, triumphant.

and then—

you moved.

before she could process it, your hands were gripping her thighs, strong and unwavering, and then suddenly, the world shifted.

jihyo let out a breathless gasp as you stood, lifting her effortlessly, her legs instinctively wrapping around your waist, her fingers gripping your shoulders as you carried her across the room.

your pace was steady, unhurried, every step a quiet, deliberate statement.

jihyo’s heart pounded.

you didn’t stop until you reached the vanity, until you set her down against the cool surface of the makeup desk, standing between her legs, your hands firm against her thighs, holding her there.

jihyo blinked, breathless, her smirk faltering for the first time.

you looked at her then, eyes dark, gaze heavy, something unreadable burning beneath the surface.

you leaned in, just enough that your lips hovered inches from hers, close enough that she could feel your breath against her skin.

“you like teasing, don’t you?” your voice was low, steady, a quiet edge laced beneath the calm.

jihyo swallowed.

your fingers traced the hem of her shirt, slow, barely there, the same way she had tormented you moments ago.

“you think you’re in control,” you murmured, your lips brushing the corner of her jaw, featherlight, teasing.

jihyo shivered.

your hand slid up her thigh, stopping just short of where she wanted you most.

her fingers curled into the fabric of your shirt, her breathing uneven.

you smirked against her skin, lips ghosting over her ear.

“but you’re not.”

jihyo’s breath hitched.

and suddenly, she wasn’t so sure who had the upper hand anymore.

jihyo swallowed hard, her entire body thrumming with heat, tension coiling deep in her stomach as your words sank into her skin.

she was always in control. always the one leading, teasing, pushing.

but now—

your fingers pressed just a little tighter against her thighs, your lips tracing the shell of her ear with devastating precision, your voice smooth, composed, laced with quiet dominance.

now, she wasn’t sure of anything.

jihyo’s fingers clenched around the fabric of your shirt, searching for something solid, something to ground herself, but all she found was you—unwavering, steady, the same way you always were. except now, instead of standing stoically in the background, you were here, between her legs, teasing her like you had been waiting for this moment just as long as she had.

your thumb brushed a slow, torturous line along her inner thigh, barely there, just enough to send a fresh wave of heat crashing through her.

jihyo exhaled shakily.

you hummed, pleased, tilting your head as your lips hovered just over hers, not touching, just close enough to make her ache.

“you were saying?” you murmured, your voice impossibly low, impossibly steady.

jihyo’s breath caught.

you were toying with her now.

she could see it in the slight smirk tugging at the corner of your lips, in the way your hands stayed firm but teasing, in the infuriating patience in your gaze.

it wasn’t fair.

jihyo wet her lips, watching as your eyes flickered down, tracking the movement.

two could play this game.

with a slow, deliberate shift, she rolled her hips, just enough to meet your touch, just enough to break your composure.

your jaw tensed.

jihyo smirked.

“you’re holding back again,” she murmured, voice thick with challenge, with anticipation.

your fingers flexed against her thighs.

jihyo leaned in, her lips grazing your jaw, teasing the way you had teased her.

“what are you afraid of?” she whispered.

and that—

that was what did it.

before she could say anything else, your hands tightened, your body pressing fully against hers, pinning her to the vanity in one fluid motion.

jihyo gasped softly, her smirk slipping as your grip turned just a little more possessive, just a little more demanding.

“you talk too much,” you murmured, lips brushing the corner of her mouth, teasing, taunting.

jihyo barely had time to respond before you kissed her again, deep, consuming, stripping her of whatever control she had left.

and this time, she wasn’t sure she wanted it back.

jihyo barely had time to process before your hands moved—gripping her thighs tighter, pulling her closer, pressing her against the cool surface of the vanity until there was nowhere left for her to go.

this wasn’t like before.

before, you had been measured, composed, teasing her in the same way she had teased you. but now—

now, you were in control.

your lips moved against hers with purpose, deep and demanding, fingers pressing into her skin, your body flush against hers, leaving her no room to think, no space to do anything but feel.

jihyo was drowning in it, in you.

you dragged your hands up her sides, slow and deliberate, slipping beneath the fabric of her shirt, your fingers tracing fire against her skin.

jihyo shivered, her breath stuttering against your mouth.

you smirked against her lips.

“not so confident now, are you?” you murmured, voice edged with amusement.

jihyo’s nails dug into your shoulders, her frustration mixing with the heat curling low in her stomach.

you were enjoying this.

enjoying the way she was unraveling beneath you, the way she had pushed and pushed—only to find herself backed against the vanity, completely at your mercy, waiting for you to pleasure her.

you leaned in, lips ghosting along her jaw, down the column of her throat, slow, teasing.

jihyo let out a shaky breath, tilting her head slightly, giving you more access before she even realized what she was doing—your lips curved against her skin.

“you like this,” you murmured, your voice dark, satisfied.

jihyo clenched her jaw, refusing to give you the satisfaction of a verbal response.

but then—

your hands tightened, thumbs tracing slow, maddening circles against her hips, your lips dragging lower, pressing against the sensitive spot just below her ear.

jihyo inhaled sharply, her grip on your shirt tightening.

your smirk deepened.

“you can admit it. i won’t hold it against you,” you whispered, your breath warm against her skin. “maybe.”

jihyo exhaled, slow, unsteady.

you were insufferable. but you were so, so attractive.

and god, she wanted more.

your hands slid further beneath her shirt, nails scraping lightly against her ribs, the sensation sending a shiver straight through her.

jihyo’s breath hitched, her resolve slipping, cracking under the weight of your touch.

you knew exactly what you were doing.

and for the first time, she wasn’t the one in control.

you tilted your head, lips brushing her ear.

“tell me,” you murmured, your voice impossibly low, impossibly steady.

jihyo swallowed, her fingers tightening around your shirt, her entire body burning.

you were waiting, patient, knowing.

jihyo wet her lips, her breath uneven.

she could fight it—could push back, could try to reclaim control.

but instead, she exhaled, eyes fluttering shut as she finally—finally—gave in.

“…i like it.”

your smirk was the last thing she registered before your lips crashed against hers again, stealing whatever air she had left.

deep. passionate. sensual.

jihyo was sure she had never been kissed like this before.

your lips moved to her jawline, inching downwards with every kiss, lick, suck you did before pulling away to look at her narrowed eyes, hands on the hem of her shirt, silently requesting permission.

with a nod of her head, her shirt was being tugged over her head, revealing her chest clad in a black lace bra.

and jihyo noticed—noticed the way your eyes darkened at the sight of them, noticed the way you bit the inside of your cheek, noticed the way your fingers pressed into her plush thighs even more—so she brought her hand to her back and undid the clasp before shrugging off the fabric, her other hand moving to the back of your head and pushing you into her breasts.

⸻

the car ride was quiet, the hum of the engine filling the space between you and jihyo. she was lost in her thoughts, occasionally glancing at her phone. then, the sound of her ringtone broke the silence. “excuse me,” she said softly, glancing at the caller id before answering.

“hey, jihyo! how’s everything going?” the voice on the other end of the line asked brightly.

jihyo smiled, her posture relaxing slightly. “oh, hey! everything’s great, actually. had a really good night, so i’m feeling great today.”

you couldn’t help but notice the subtle shift in her tone, the way she spoke. it was almost like she was glowing.

“ohh, sounds like someone had a bit of fun,” her friend teased, a laugh in their voice.

jihyo’s smile widened, though she kept her voice light. “yeah, i guess you could say that.”

you raised an eyebrow, curious but choosing to stay silent.

after a few more casual words, the phone call ended, and jihyo tucked her phone back into her bag, her fingers lingering for a moment as she sighed contentedly.

as the car started moving again, you glanced over at her, a sly smile curling on your lips. “so, good night, huh?” you said, the words casual but laced with something playful.

jihyo turned to you, a small but knowing smile tugging at the corner of her lips. “what’s that supposed to mean?”

you leaned back in your seat, your tone light, almost teasing. “nothing. just seems like you’re in a… particularly good mood. a little too good, maybe.”

jihyo’s eyes narrowed slightly, but there was still that glimmer of amusement in them. “oh, please. don’t start.”

you smirked, glancing at her again. “what can i say? you’re always so… desperate for attention.”

jihyo’s smile faltered for just a second, her gaze flickering towards you, before she quickly recovered. “you’re one to talk,” she shot back, her tone still playful.

“me?” you said, raising an eyebrow, “i’m just observing.”

jihyo let out a soft laugh, but the tension between you both had shifted again, now lighter, more teasing. there was something almost unspoken hanging in the air. you both knew the unspoken dynamic between you—always dancing around each other, always testing boundaries.

and today, it seemed, the game was just beginning.

⸻

the night buzzed with energy as twice made their way through the crowded venue, the flashing lights and excited chatter creating a lively atmosphere. you hung back a little, keeping an eye on everything and everyone around you. the girls were in high spirits, but you remained focused, as always.

as they walked down the hallway toward the stage, you noticed joy from red velvet rushing past, her dress getting caught on a lighting fixture. she stumbled, trying to free herself but only getting more tangled in the fabric, gradually tugging her strapless dress down further and further each time. you stepped forward, instinctively reaching out to steady her before the situation could escalate. without thinking, you shrugged off your blazer and draped it over her shoulders to cover the wardrobe malfunction.

“oh my god, thank you so much,” joy said, looking relieved. her fingers brushed against your arm as she adjusted the blazer, flashing you a smile that was a bit too warm. “you really saved me there.”

you gave a small, polite smile, though you kept your distance. “it’s no problem,” you replied, voice even.

joy seemed to linger a little longer than necessary, a playful smile on her lips. “you look great in that outfit. maybe you should wear it more often, or… we could grab a coffee sometime?” she said, her voice teasing but with a flirtatious edge, her hand squeezing your bicep.

before you could respond, sana spoke up from behind you, her voice teasing as she looked at the two of you. “well, well, seems like someone’s caught your attention,” nayeon said, nudging the others who were walking behind her.

sana smirked. “they’d look good together, don’t you think?” she added, glancing at you both with a playful grin.

jihyo, who had been walking beside them, glanced over. her expression was neutral, but there was something unreadable in her eyes as she observed the interaction.

“they do,” momo agreed, her voice light and teasing. “maybe you two should go out for dinner after this?”

jihyo said nothing, her eyes flickering briefly between you and joy. she didn’t react outwardly, but the air seemed to thicken for a moment.

sana, enjoying the tease, added, “i can see it now. a cute couple in the making. what do you think, jihyo?”

jihyo quickly cleared her throat, flashing a tight, polite smile. “i don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said with a casual tone, though her gaze moved away from you almost immediately.

joy, sensing the light teasing, smiled at you again before turning to head off with her group, her gaze lingering for a moment longer than necessary.

you didn’t show any discomfort, shrugging off the interaction with ease. “well, that was interesting,” you muttered dryly, your tone almost bored.

jihyo, still quiet, nodded vaguely. “yeah,” she replied, her voice flat.

the teasing stopped, but the subtle shift in the air remained. you couldn’t help but notice how calm and collected you were in contrast to jihyo’s reserved response.

⸻

the bathroom was quiet, the only sound being the soft hum of the fluorescent lights above. you stood in front of the mirror, touching up your appearance and checking up on the scratch ok your cheekbone, while the faint sounds of the award show continued outside. you had only just entered when the door swung open behind you, and you didn’t need to turn around to know who it was.

jihyo.

she stepped inside, closing the door quietly behind her. her footsteps were calculated, deliberate, and the tension in the air was palpable. you glanced at her reflection in the mirror, noting the tight set of her jaw and the way her eyes didn’t quite meet yours.

“you know,” she said, her voice steady but cold, “you’re getting awfully comfortable with other idols.”

you didn’t respond immediately, finishing what you were doing before turning to face her. your expression was neutral, unreadable.

“what’s that supposed to mean?” you asked, your voice calm but edged with something darker beneath the surface.

jihyo’s gaze flickered to the floor before locking onto you again, her brow furrowing slightly. “don’t play dumb,” she muttered. “you know what i’m talking about.”

you crossed your arms, raising an eyebrow. “i don’t know what you’re referring to,” you replied coolly, your tone giving nothing away. “i was just helping someone out. nothing more, nothing less.”

“helping someone out?” jihyo scoffed, her voice a little louder now as she stepped closer to you. “is that what you call it? draping your blazer over her and looking at her like that? do you think we didn’t notice?”

you could see the way her chest rose and fell with each breath, her frustration simmering just beneath the surface. you didn’t answer right away, just watched her with a calm gaze. you were getting used to this—this subtle tension between you, this push and pull. but something about tonight felt different.

“you’re jealous,” you said quietly, your voice low but carrying an almost dangerous undertone.

jihyo stiffened, her lips pressing into a thin line as she stared at you. “i’m not jealous,” she said quickly, but the way her eyes flickered to the door and back to you betrayed her. “i just think it’s… inappropriate.”

you tilted your head slightly, not buying her words. “inappropriate?” you repeated. “so, it’s inappropriate for me to be friendly, to help someone when they’re in need? or is it just because she’s… a woman?”

jihyo took a small step forward, her eyes narrowing. “i’m not saying that,” she snapped, her voice rising. “but don’t pretend like you didn’t enjoy it. the attention, the flirtation. you know exactly what she was doing, and you played along.

you shrugged, uncrossing your arms and leaning against the wall. “i didn’t play along with anything. i was just being polite. if you want to believe something else, that’s on you.”

jihyo’s breath hitched, and for a moment, you saw the frustration flash across her face, a crack in her usually composed exterior. “it’s not just tonight,” she said quietly, her voice a little softer now, but still filled with tension. “it’s… it’s always. you always seem so distant, so detached. but when someone else pays attention to you, it’s like you suddenly care. it bothers me.”

the words hung in the air for a moment, and you could feel the weight of them settle between you. the silence was thick, filled with something unspoken, something that neither of you had ever fully addressed. your eyes locked with hers in the mirror, and for a moment, there was no escaping the raw emotion that simmered beneath the surface.

“you’re making this harder than it needs to be,” you said finally, your voice almost too calm. “i’m not here to play games or cause drama. i’m doing my job. that’s it.”

jihyo swallowed, her hands clenched at her sides, her expression unreadable. but the way her eyes softened for a brief second, the way her shoulders relaxed, told you everything you needed to know. she didn’t know how to deal with this—whatever this was between you.

you pushed off from the counter, standing up straight as you took a step toward her. the tension in the room was thick, and you could feel the heat between you, a crackling energy that neither of you could quite ignore anymore.

“look,” you said, your voice quieter now, but still firm, “if you’re upset about me helping her out, fine. but i’m not going to apologise for doing the right thing. you’re reading too much into it.”

jihyo’s eyes flashed with something—anger, frustration, maybe even regret—but she didn’t back away. instead, she stepped forward as well, closing the distance between you both.

“it’s not just about that,” she replied, her voice almost a whisper now. “it’s about you.”

your eyebrows furrowed slightly, the words sinking in, though you didn’t immediately respond. “what do you mean by that?”

jihyo swallowed hard, her gaze drifting downward for a moment before returning to meet yours. “it’s like… no matter what i do, i can’t get close to you. you push everyone away. i try, and you act like nothing matters.” her voice cracked just slightly, but she regained control quickly, forcing her next words out. “i care about you. and i hate that you can’t see it.”

there it was, the raw emotion she’d been holding back. it was a shock, hearing it all laid bare like that, so vulnerable and exposed. for a moment, the anger, the tension—all of it seemed to dissipate, leaving behind something much deeper.

you stood in front of her, the silence between you stretching out. you hadn’t expected this, not like this.

“jihyo,” you started, your voice softer now, but still guarded, “you don’t get it, do you? it’s not about anyone else. it’s about me—i’m the one who’s hard to get close to. i’m the one who’s been holding everything back.”

jihyo’s lips parted, her eyes searching yours as if trying to make sense of it. “why?” she asked quietly.

you took another step closer, the distance now barely existent between you. “because i’m not sure what would happen if i let you in. and that scares me.”

her breath hitched, and for a split second, you could see her fighting to maintain control. but you could feel it, the pull between you both, undeniable.

“you’re scared?” she whispered, voice barely above a breath.

“yeah,” you replied, almost too quietly, your gaze flicking to her lips before locking with her eyes again. “scared of what it might do to both of us.”

jihyo looked down, her hands still clenched tightly at her sides. you could see the way she was processing everything, the battle of emotions playing across her face. she opened her mouth to say something, but before she could, the bathroom door creaked open slightly, a sound that brought both of you back to reality.

“we should probably get back,” you muttered, your voice breaking the heavy silence.

jihyo didn’t respond immediately, still standing there, her expression unreadable, but her eyes lingered on you for just a moment longer. there was so much left unspoken, so much still hanging in the air.

“yeah,” she said finally, her voice distant, though it was laced with something softer than before. “we should.”

as you both made your way back out of the bathroom, the weight of the conversation still clung to you, the tension unresolved. but something had shifted—something that neither of you could deny anymore.

⸻

the day had been long, draining in the way these schedules always were, but your focus never wavered. you were trained for this—watching, anticipating, stepping in before anything could happen.

the chaos of screaming fans and flashing cameras had become white noise to you, something you had learned to filter out, but something about today felt different.

a tension lingered in the air, an unease you couldn’t shake.

you stayed close behind sana as she moved through the crowd, her usual bright smile present, but you could tell she was a little uncomfortable. the people around her weren’t just fans—there were some who felt different, who stared too long in ways that didn’t seem completely innocent, who moved too deliberately. you were already on edge when you noticed him.

he was following too closely. his eyes never left sana, and unlike the others, he wasn’t reaching for autographs or pictures—just her. your grip on your earpiece tightened as you subtly shifted, stepping between them without making a scene.

then sana flinched.

it was small, barely noticeable, but you caught it immediately. his hand had grazed her back, fingers lingering too long, and something in you snapped.

“don’t touch her.” your voice was low, controlled, but firm enough that sana looked up at you in surprise.

the sasaeng just smirked. “what, i can’t say hi to her?” his tone was light, mocking, as if he knew exactly what he was doing. his eyes flickered to you, then back to sana, and something dark passed through his gaze as they narrowed.

you stepped fully in front of her now, body tense, ready. “i won’t say it again.”

he clicked his tongue, feigning innocence. “relax, bodyguard. she doesn’t mind, do you, sana?” his voice was too casual, too confident, like he thought he was untouchable.

sana didn’t answer—she just stepped back, her body language making it clear she was uncomfortable—nervousness etched into every corner of her face.

and that was enough for you.

you moved before he could react, grabbing his wrist with one hand and shoving him back with the other. the smirk dropped from his face as he stumbled, his shoulder colliding hard with the wall. for a moment, there was silence—shock rippling through the air—but then he lunged.

you barely had time to react before his fist came flying toward you.

you ducked, narrowly avoiding the hit, and countered with a sharp sucker punch to his ribs. he grunted, stumbling back, but he was fast—too fast. he recovered quickly, swinging again, this time catching you across the cheek once and then your ribs. pain flared, but you didn’t let it stop you.

your body moved on instinct, years of training kicking in. you drove your elbow into his stomach, using his momentary loss of breath to grab the front of his shirt and slam him back against the wall.

“you think you can touch her?” your voice was dangerously low now, barely above a whisper, but it carried enough weight to make him freeze.

his breathing was ragged, eyes wild, but before he could respond, security rushed in, pulling him from your grip.

you staggered back, your side aching, your cheek burning, but you ignored it. your attention snapped back to sana, who was staring at you with wide eyes. she looked shaken, but safe. and that was all that mattered.

“are you okay?” you asked, voice softer now.

she nodded slowly, glancing between you and the sasaeng, who was now being dragged away. “are you?” her eyes flickered to the cut on your cheek, the way you were holding your side.

“i’m fine.” it was a lie, but she didn’t call you out on it. instead, she exhaled shakily, stepping closer.

“thank you,” her voice was quiet, but full of sincerity. “really.”

you smiled softly and nodded, the adrenaline still coursing through you, making it hard to process anything else. but in the back of your mind, you knew this wasn’t over.

because jihyo was going to find out. and you had no idea how she was going to react.

⸻

jihyo had been waiting in the van for you, her phone in hand as she absentmindedly scrolled through messages from the managers. the schedule had been tiring, but she wasn’t thinking about that. she was thinking about you. wondering if she had pushed too hard the night before, if the confrontation had been too much. she had noticed the way you avoided her gaze after—had felt the tension shift into something unspoken.

but that thought vanished the moment the van door slid open, and instead of you stepping in, a different bodyguard took your place.

jihyo frowned instantly, sitting up. “where’s y/n?”

the bodyguard, a newer recruit, looked momentarily uncomfortable before clearing his throat. “she was injured during sana’s schedule,” he said, keeping his voice even, professional, as if that wouldn’t send a wave of cold panic through jihyo’s chest.

her stomach twisted. “what do you mean injured?”

“there was an altercation with a sasaeng,” he continued. “she stepped in to protect sana. security handled it, but y/n got hurt in the process.”

jihyo’s fingers clenched around her phone. “how bad?”

the bodyguard hesitated, and that hesitation made her pulse spike. “she insisted she was fine,” he finally said, “but she was taken back to jyp to be checked over.”

jihyo barely registered anything after that. she wasn’t sure what was worse—the fact that you were hurt, or the fact that you hadn’t told her. you had gone through something serious, and yet, she had to find out from someone else.

the drive back to jyp felt unbearably long, her mind racing with worst-case scenarios.

she knew you. she knew how you hid your pain, how you brushed everything off, how you refused to let anyone see you weak. it frustrated her. it worried her.

and when she finally arrived, stepping out of the car with barely a goodbye to the staff, her heart was hammering. she found you near the practice rooms, leaning against the wall, your hand pressed to your side as if the pain was finally catching up to you.

her breath hitched.

you looked exhausted—physically, mentally. the cut on your cheek was sharp, angry-looking, and she noticed the way your stance wasn’t as solid as usual. you were struggling. and yet, you still straightened up the moment you saw her, your expression unreadable. guarded.

jihyo’s hands curled into fists at her sides. “why didn’t you tell me?”

your lips pressed into a thin line. “it wasn’t important.”

her eyes flashed. “not important?” she took a step closer, the worry she had been holding in all day finally bubbling to the surface. “you fought someone, y/n. you got hurt. and you didn’t think i deserved to know?”

you sighed, running a hand through your hair. “jihyo, this is my job. it’s not the first time, and it won’t be the last.”

that made something in her snap.

“stop saying that like it doesn’t matter,” she shot back, her voice rising slightly. “you always do this. you pretend you’re fine, you act like nothing can touch you, but look at yourself.” her gaze flickered to the way you were still pressing into your ribs, to the slight unsteadiness in your posture. “you’re hurt, and you didn’t even think to tell me.”

you exhaled through your nose, clearly frustrated, but something in your expression softened. “i didn’t want you to worry.”

jihyo let out a humourless laugh, shaking her head. “too late for that.”

silence stretched between you, thick with tension, with unspoken emotions.

jihyo’s voice was quieter when she spoke again. “you could have been seriously hurt. and i wouldn’t have even known until it was too late.” she swallowed, her throat tight. “do you know how that feels?”

you didn’t answer right away. instead, you studied her, something unreadable in your gaze. then, finally, you sighed. “i’m sorry.”

jihyo blinked.

it wasn’t the words themselves that shocked her—it was the way you said them. soft. sincere. no walls, no defences.

for the first time, you were letting her see past the front you always put up.

jihyo took another step closer, hesitating only for a second before reaching out, her fingers brushing lightly over the cut on your cheek. you tensed at first, but didn’t pull away.

“next time,” she murmured, “just tell me. okay?”

your eyes searched hers, and for once, you didn’t argue. you just nodded. “okay.”

⸻

jihyo didn’t know what she expected after that conversation, but she knew she couldn’t just walk away—not when the sight of you, bruised and bandaged, was still burning in her mind. she let her fingers linger against your cheek for a second longer before dropping her hand, exhaling slowly as if trying to release some of the tension in her chest.

but it didn’t work.

because despite your promise, despite the way you had finally let her in just a little, she could still see the walls in your eyes. still see the way you were holding yourself back, as if allowing her to worry was some kind of weakness.

and that pissed her off.

she crossed her arms, tilting her head slightly. “so, are you actually going to rest now? or are you planning on getting into another fight the moment i turn my back?”

you huffed a quiet laugh, shaking your head. “depends. are you planning on getting yourself into trouble?”

jihyo narrowed her eyes. “don’t deflect.”

“i’m not.”

“yes, you are.”

you sighed, shifting your weight slightly—she caught the wince you tried to hide. “jihyo, i’ll be fine.”

she clicked her tongue in irritation, stepping even closer, enough that you had to actually look at her instead of dodging the conversation. “you’re bleeding through your bandages.”

your eyes flickered down to your side, where, sure enough, a faint red stain was starting to bloom through the white of your shirt. you muttered a curse under your breath before pressing your hand against it, as if that would do anything to fix it.

jihyo didn’t even hesitate. before you could stop her, she reached for your wrist and grabbed it, pulling your hand away so she could get a better look.

you stiffened. “jihyo—”

“sit down,” she ordered.

“i’m fine—”

“sit. down.”

it wasn’t a request this time, and judging by the way your jaw clenched, you knew that arguing was pointless. reluctantly, you lowered yourself onto the bench against the wall, watching as she crouched in front of you.

her fingers were gentle as she lifted the hem of your shirt slightly, her gaze darkening at the sight of the bandages beneath. the wound wasn’t deep, but it was still fresh, still raw, and she hated the thought of you walking around like this, pretending it didn’t hurt.

she swallowed hard, trying to ignore the way her fingertips brushed against your skin. “when was the last time you changed this?”

“earlier.”

she raised an eyebrow.

“…a few hours ago.”

jihyo exhaled sharply, shaking her head before standing. “stay here.”

you frowned. “where are you going?”

“to get a first-aid kit, since you’re clearly too stubborn to take care of yourself.”

before you could argue, she was already gone, her footsteps echoing down the hall.

you sat there, exhaling slowly, pressing your fingers against your temple. this wasn’t how you expected your day to go. you knew jihyo would be mad, but you didn’t expect this—not the lingering touches, not the quiet concern beneath all the frustration.

and you definitely didn’t expect the way your heart had skipped a beat when she looked at you like that.

when she returned, she had a first-aid kit in one hand and an expression that told you there was no point in trying to stop her. she set the kit down, pulled out a clean bandage, and then—without hesitation—moved to straddle the bench next to you, getting close enough that you could smell her perfume.

you swallowed. “jihyo, i can do it myself—”

“shut up.”

you blinked.

jihyo’s fingers brushed against your skin again as she undid the old bandage, her touch far too careful, far too deliberate.

your breath hitched.

she smirked slightly, as if noticing. “something wrong?”

you clenched your jaw. “no.”

“good.” she leaned in just a little, her breath fanning against your neck as she wrapped the new bandage around you. “because i wouldn’t want you to get… distracted.”

your eyes snapped to hers, but she looked completely unbothered, her hands steady as she finished securing the bandage in place.

then, finally, she pulled back, her smirk widening at the way your shoulders had tensed.

“there,” she said, standing up and dusting off her hands. “all done.”

you exhaled through your nose, flexing your fingers. “you enjoyed that way too much.”

jihyo shrugged, feigning innocence. “what can i say? i like taking care of people who clearly won’t take care of themselves.”

you scoffed, shaking your head. “right.”

but as you stood up, adjusting your shirt, you caught the way she was still looking at you—like she was waiting for something.

like she wanted you to say something.

but you didn’t. you weren’t sure you trusted your voice right now.

jihyo tilted her head slightly, as if deciding whether or not to push. then, after a moment, she sighed. “just… don’t make me worry like that again.”

her voice was softer this time, and when you turned to her, you saw something raw in her expression. something real.

you hesitated. then, slowly, you nodded. “i won’t.”

jihyo held your gaze for a moment longer before nodding. then, with a small, knowing smile, she turned on her heel and walked away, leaving you standing there, feeling something you weren’t ready to name.

⸻

jihyo had been restless all night. she had tossed and turned in bed, replaying everything in her head—the fight, the way she found you struggling to stand, the tension between you when she changed your bandages. it was eating at her, gnawing at something deep inside her chest, something she couldn’t keep ignoring.

she needed to talk to you.

so before the sun had even fully risen, she was already at jyp, making her way toward the private training rooms where she knew you liked to be when you weren’t on duty.

when she found you, you were in the middle of shadowboxing, movements sharp despite the clear stiffness in your body.

jihyo leaned against the doorframe, crossing her arms, evidently unimpressed. “you should be resting.”

you barely paused, just cast a glance at her before throwing another punch into the air. “can’t afford to.”

jihyo let out a slow breath, stepping further into the room. “bullshit.”

you finally stopped, rolling your shoulders as you turned to face her fully. your expression was unreadable, guarded, but there was something in your eyes—something different.

jihyo took another step closer, feeling her pulse quicken. “why didn’t you tell me you got hurt?”

you sighed, rubbing the back of your neck. “jihyo, we already went over this.”

“no, we didn’t.” her voice was firm, unrelenting. “you just gave me an excuse and expected me to accept it.”

you exhaled through your nose, looking away. “because it’s easier that way.”

jihyo frowned. “for who?”

silence stretched between you.

then, finally, you let out a quiet chuckle, but there was no humour in it. “for both of us.”

jihyo’s stomach twisted.

she took another step, closing the distance between you. “is that what you really think?”

you clenched your jaw, avoiding her gaze. “jihyo—”

“look at me.”

you hesitated, but eventually, you did.

and jihyo felt like she couldn’t breathe.

because there it was. everything she had been trying to figure out, everything she had been trying to understand—laid bare in your eyes.

“i don’t want easy,” she said, her voice quieter now. “i want you.”

your breath hitched.

jihyo took another step, close enough now that she could feel the heat radiating from your skin. “i don’t care if it’s messy, or complicated, or if you think you need to keep me at a distance.” she reached up, fingers grazing your jaw, grounding herself. “i care about you, y/n. and i’m tired of pretending that i don’t.”

your eyes searched hers, as if trying to find some kind of hesitation. some kind of doubt. but there was none. jihyo had never been more certain of anything.

you swallowed, voice rough when you finally spoke. “you’re not supposed to care about me like that.”

jihyo tilted her head. “says who?”

you exhaled, shaking your head slightly, but you didn’t move away. “you could get hurt.”

“so could you,” she shot back. “and it doesn’t change how i feel.”

you let out a quiet laugh, but this time, it was real. softer. “you’re stubborn.”

jihyo smiled, fingers finally curling against your skin. “so are you.”

for a moment, neither of you moved. the tension was thick, the air charged, and jihyo could feel the way your pulse had quickened beneath her touch.

then, finally, you exhaled—letting go.

and you kissed her.

jihyo barely had time to process it before she was kissing you back, her hands sliding up to cup your face fully. it was slow at first, hesitant, as if you were still testing the boundaries of what this meant—but then you pulled her closer, deepening it, and jihyo melted into you, fingers curling into the fabric of your shirt.

when you finally pulled back, your foreheads rested together, breathing uneven.

jihyo let out a breathless laugh. “so much for keeping your distance.”

you smirked slightly, thumb brushing against her cheek. “guess i lost that fight.”

jihyo grinned. “good.”

and then she kissed you again.

jihyo wasn’t sure how long you two stayed like that, pressed together in the quiet training room, the air thick with something neither of you could deny anymore. your fingers rested lightly on her waist, hesitant but firm, as if you were still trying to convince yourself that this was real.

but it was real. and jihyo wasn’t about to let you run from it.

when you finally pulled away, your breathing was uneven, your forehead still resting against hers. “we shouldn’t be doing this,” you murmured, though your hands didn’t move from her body.

jihyo let out a breathless laugh, her fingers brushing over your jaw. “you kissed me first.”

your lips quirked into the faintest smirk. “you didn’t stop me.”

jihyo tilted her head slightly, fingers tracing absent patterns on the fabric of your shirt. “do you want me to?”

silence.

then, barely above a whisper—“no.”

jihyo smiled. “then stop making excuses.”

you exhaled, finally leaning back, though your hands lingered on her hips. your expression was unreadable, but your eyes told her everything.

“this is dangerous,” you said, voice quieter now.

jihyo’s smile softened. “i think we passed that point a long time ago.”

your jaw tightened slightly, but you didn’t argue. and jihyo knew why—you felt this just as much as she did. maybe you always had.

[alcoholfreenayeon]

yow what abt twice mtls? confess first, fall in love, get jealous, fall out of love. great jeongyeon hc btw

Twice most to least likely: Get jealous

A/N: I feel some of these ended up sounding more yandere than jealous🙂‍↕️ but hopefully that’s just me😭hope you guys like it

Sana

She’s a huge flirt, she likes the way she can get people to be infatuated with her plus she likes to play hard to get.

Because of this she’s not used to people seeing her as a second choice so when she sees her partner having a good time with someone else when she’s available or even when she isn’t, it makes her feel strange.

It’s uncharted territory for her and she feels possessive immediately. After all what does the other person possess that Sana doesn’t. Why isn’t her partner yearning for her every moment instead of having a good time without her…

Nayeon

You’ll find Nayeon staring daggers at you with or without a polite smile. It’s really not a fun sight to witness because you just know you are in so much trouble later.

Nayeon feels very possessive of you. She’s someone who needs a lot of reassurance so you being clingy with anyone other than her doesn’t bode well with her.

Though she ends up feeling a bit silly after some time thinking for being so possessive she can’t help it, she wants you for herself and only herself.

Mina

Mina is a big introvert and she likes to stay indoors alot and keep to herself. But she knows she can’t really force you to do the same.

Nevertheless, she secretly wishes you would be that way. She’d prefer if she could have you all to herself. If it’s only you and her, all day everyday,

She feels sometimes she’s not good enough and that might make you drawn to others and hence gets her guard up immediately when she sees you being close with someone she doesn’t know.

Momo

You were happily chatting with your friend while waiting for Momo. You had known her for a long time, you didn’t take much notice of it when while laughing at a joke, she put her hand on your arm.

Soon enough, her instincts began to scream for danger and upon looking around, she spotted Momo a few meters away, glaring at both of you. “Is that your girlfriend?”…..

The journey back home was quiet. You realized how that might have looked out of context and were fearing Momo saw it differently. She was quiet though. “Everything ok baby?”, you ask her.

“Yes. But you need to sleep early and rest well”, she replies. “Huh? Why do I need extra rest?”, you question. “Well the couch isn’t very comfortable to sleep on is it”, she answers, unbothered, as she looks into the rearview mirror and applies her lipstick.

Chaeyoung

Chaeyoung and you were surprised to run into your ex at the mall. It was a bit awkward for the three of you but luckily there was no violence.

She hated how you and your ex became awkward because for her that meant you both saw each other and intentionally or unintentionally reflected back on the time you both were together.

She hated when while leaving, you both shared an inside joke which she didn’t know. Chaeyoung knew it’s just how these things go but that didn’t make her blood boil any less.

Tzuyu

Tzuyu is observant, she doesn’t always speak out, never mind her speaking her mind.

So when she was looking at your Instagram and spotted old posts of you and your ex, it just made her quite upset.

But she also knew it was the past yet she also thought you could have deleted it. After all wasn’t the ex was no longer part of your life.

Dahyun

Dahyun was watching you talk with the party’s host. It was normal. The two of you seemed to be getting along well.

She was standing a few feet away, getting something to drink when she suddenly heard the host make a suggestive flirty comment towards you. You didn’t realize it and just laughed along,

Dahyun though, gritted her teeth, it’s annoying that you always are so oblivious to these things. She’s gonna scold you for that later, as for the host…well, it’s a good thing her nails felt sharp right now.

Jihyo

Jihyo knows her worth and she knows you know it too. So she’s never really worried about someone else stealing you away.

But after watching some dramas, she got a bit influenced by them and began to worry that she didn’t like you as much as she thought or wanted because why wouldn’t she ever feel jealous. It was normal for couples to feel jealous at some point right?

And when she asked you to try and flirt with a cashier because she wanted to test something, you definitely felt it was a test. It took a lot of convincing from her and a promise that you wouldn’t get in trouble. Reluctantly you did it but when the cashier actually ended up giving you her number. Jihyo took your hand and dragged you out of the store without even buying anything. You were in big trouble.

Jeongyeon

Jeongyeon never has any real reason to doubt you. She knows you both love each other very much.

Of course, it’s inevitable that at some point either of you would get approached by someone else. It won’t be your or her fault if that happens.

But that’s easier to think when it hasn’t happened. When a fellow idol told Jeongyeon that she was lucky to have you and she should be careful you could get stolen. Though Jeongyeon was polite, her glare she ended up shooting at them later would have scared them silly.

[ourdadai]

୨୧ jihyo ( twice ) lockscreens.

[jhyoswrld]

. . . ⟢ TATTOOS ; P. Jihyo x Fem! Reader

⟡ synopsis : you love your girlfriend. . . and her stupid tattoos

⟡ warnings : smut : asphyxiation : fingering : cunnilingus : light praise : messily written + rushed I fear :p

⟡ word count : 1.5k

You were agitated with your girlfriend.

Okay, slow down and backtrack for a moment. Let’s explain how you even became like this in the first place. You were a backup dancer for a very popular South Korean girl group, Twice, and you were fortunate enough to have been kept around for several years. An amount of time large enough for you to be able to become close to the group’s leader, Park Jihyo, and thus… form a relationship.

“Baby, I can’t find my jacket.”

Speak of the angel, there she was now.

Her pretty lips were pressed into a sad pout as she wandered around your shared home, looking high and low for the aforementioned jacket. Now, you weren’t annoyed at her because she lost her damn jacket, no, no. You were annoyed because she was now just… openly parading around with her tattoos on complete display.

At first, it was one small tattoo. Then, over the years, it somehow morphed from a tiny heart to two entire sleeves full of tattoos. And– god it was so fucking attractive.

That. That right there was your grievance.

“Baby,” The pouty older woman grabbed a hold of the door frame as she leaned her body into the room you stood in– the muscles in her arms subconsciously flexing. “Why are you just standing thereeee?”

Whiny little–

“You need to cover up.” You huff dramatically.

Jihyo pauses, slowly looking down at her form and tilting her head. She wasn’t…naked by any means. Actually, she was just wearing a simple pair of sweats and a loose t-shirt. “What do you mean– ahhh…” Jihyo snorts when her mind registers the cause of your annoyance. “Baby, I didn’t get tattoos just to cover them up.”

She wanders over to you, and you begrudgingly let the short woman’s arms slink around your waist as she tries to look into your eyes. “Well– they’re too distracting–”

“Oh yeah?” Jihyo chuckles softly, that stupid smirk of hers never slipping from her face. “Am I distracting you, my love?”

Another scoff comes from you. “You certainly are.”

“Mm… well i’m so sorry then,” She’s so not sorry. “I didn’t mean to distract my poor, innocent girlfriend.”

“You—”

Jihyo’s hands slip under your shirt and you're suddenly silenced. More annoyance follows for you as she calmly rubs your sides, raising a brow as she gazes into your eyes for any hint of rejection. Finding none, the older woman swiftly moves in closer to kiss at your pretty jaw. “Poor baby… so distracted…”

A grumble of faux annoyance later and Jihyo somehow has managed to remove your shirt without you even registering her hands moving. “I think you just want my attention.” Her slightly calloused hands run up the smoothness of your side, slowly edging you back until the backs of your legs brush against the couch.

“I…” You pout in annoyance. “I really don’t like you.”

“Uh-huh, well you can not like me all you want,” Jihyo pushes you back and you land on your butt with an embarrassing yelp. “I’m still going to have some fun, now that I know my girlfriend is upset by my own tattoos.”

Curse her stupid logic.

“Park Jihyo, I swear to—”

“Hush.” A simple word- command, even, and yet you’re obeying like a well trained pup. Your girlfriend's hands snake to the clasp of your bra, easily undoing it without another word. Her body leans down to brush against yours— hands adjusting so you lay longways on the couch as Jihyo sits comfortably on your lap.

Her lips press warm, open-mouth kisses across the expanse of your collarbones; smudging ruby red lipstick here and there with our care.

You stifle your noises- eyes closing in annoyance at the intense pleasure her simple, stupid kisses give you.

“Come on,” Whispers the woman. “When I said hush, I didn’t mean keep your pretty noises from me…”

Jihyo reaches down, her lithe fingers finding their way to your budding chest— and before you have time to complain, her thumb brushes across one of your sensitive nipples, making your hips buck up in immediate pleasure.

“Fuck—”

“Hmm, there she is.” Jihyo chuckles, using her thumb to rub the bud around slowly in order to tease you up. Your body heats in a way you're all too familiar with, staring at your feet and working its way up until even your ears feel like they’re burning.

The kisses from your love resume- albeit now chaste, as she’s way too enamored by the way you whimper from her touches. Her lips manage to trail down further and soon replace the thumb at the swell of one of your breasts, and she swirls it around her mouth with delicate efficiency- nearly sending you over the edge on stimulation alone.

Your whines feel pathetic, but you know Jihyo doesn’t give two shits what you think about the noises she’s eliciting.

Speaking of, one of those gorgeously agitating tattooed arms comes up- the hand attaching to your neck as she pulls off of your chest with a pop. “Pretty girl, you’re squirming a lot more than usual today…”

It’s torture and it’s pleasure, and as you go to speak the older woman uses her thumb to press in on your throat, making a whimper fall. “M-Mm…sorry…”

“No need to apologize,” Jihyo chuckles, slowly sitting up as her free hand snakes down to your pants— dipping under them and using her fingers to push your embarrassingly wet panties aside. “Already wet, as predicted~”

“Jihyo—”

“Shhh, I'm getting there.”

Jihyo’s middle finger dipped down— rubbing at your puffy clit slowly as her lips came back to kiss all over your body. Your mind goes blank the second she makes contact, and you physically whine and try to move away- while subconsciously rubbing against her finger needily. It’s an amusing sight, in Jihyo’s opinion, and she makes it a point to press a little harder into your clit just to hear you.

“M-Mph—! Jihyo—”

“Too much talking~” The older teases, pressing against your neck harder as her finger dips between your folds, soaking the digit as she slips down to your entrance and angles two fingers; entering without a second thought. Your back arches up and Jihyo purrs at the action, leaning to bite at your jaw. Her hand changes to have a full grip on your neck- squeezing tightly as she begins to finger-fuck you in a slow yet intentional rhythm.

Your hips are practically left trembling from the shocks of her fingers, briefly you even consider asking her to slow down, but the thought leaves your head when the air leaves your lungs.

It’s invigorating and arousing all at once.

This girl really knows how to push you to your breaking point. Which, you reach embarrassingly quickly, eagerly tapping at her arm to let her know.

“Hmmm? Already?” Jihyo chuckles and speeds up. “Well alright then, lovely. Go ahead, cum for me.”

You’re embarrassed by the way you do, as if on command. But the pleasure was building and it was basically far too much for you. Jihyo surely seemed pleased with herself though, as she slipped her fingers out of you with an audible pop, purring at the very scene before her.

“Aren’t you a pretty thing,” She cooed, sliding her hand up to join the other as she tightened her hold on your neck a bit. “So fucking pretty like this…you wanna help me too baby?”

A whimper slipped from your lips as you quickly nodded, feeling lightheaded from her tightening hold. Jihyo’s hips subtly grinned down against you. “Yeah baby? Wanna be a good girl, hm? Help me out?”

Jesus fucking christ.

You don’t know how it happened, but somehow you managed to wind up on your knees in front of your girlfriend— her panties pooled around her ankles and her thighs scissored around your neck as your tongue slowly lapped at her cunt. You, unfortunately, couldn’t eat her out with much vigor— as the woman’s thighs were pressed so damn tight against your neck that you could hardly breathe enough to move quicker.

But Jihyo? Oh, your girlfriend was having the time of her life. Her thighs shivered and shook around your neck, whimpers falling from her lips as she held a chunk of your hair within her hand, pressing her cunt into your face needily.

“F..fuck, so good baby…” She whined, back lifting off the couch.

You yourself shivered a bit, enjoying the way the pretty girl was coming apart from your stimulation. It didn’t take long for her pretty hips to lift— her body trembling and shaking as she came hard with a jolt- eyes squeezing shut and whimpers leaving her lips. Her thighs pressed hard against your neck and you moaned into her at the feeling of your breath escaping.

The older woman held you there for a few moments as she rode her orgasm out, sighing slowly with soft pants, before she finally pulled off. The feeling of air thrusting into your lungs made you happy, briefly, but the sight of your girlfriend writhing from pleasure before you was waves better.

“Stop…looking at me like that,” Jihyo chuckled, breathlessly as she rested her hand on your head slowly. “Such a dork…”

“Mm…i’m not a dork…”

“You so are.”

“No im not—!”

[s6ojn]

🎀 I can melt a igloo, cause i'm so dang hot

[cupidshe4rt]

( 愛 ) = 1 . αᥖor ⠀Ⳋ᧙ 2. jihyo ／⠀ 𝑗ℯ 𝑡’𝒶𝒾𝓂ℯ .⠀.⠀.⠀⠀💭     ⠀ ⠀虛承, ⠀ ⠀＆ ⠀🦢⠀ ⠀ 𝖽𝖺𝗇𝖼𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 ⠀⠀𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒⠀𓈒

🦴⠀ ━─ 近亲繁殖. png     【...】

🩰 ⁺ ꔫ ׅ ㅤ𝗉𝗈𝗅𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗂𝖽 ㅤ  ꒰͡ ͜ ི༏ ͜ ྀ͡꒱  ⁺ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ✧　 　 ˚ 　 　 ❀₊.

[yeossemble]

(♩*) ᶻ killin’ me good ⋆ 𖦁ׅ

[skiesl4ys]

𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐚⠀(𝑛)⠀𝖺𝗇⠀𝗈𝗅𝖽⠀𝖺𝗇𝖽⠀𝖽𝖾𝖺𝖽⠀𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽,⠀𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗇𝗌⠀𝗍𝗈⠀𝗐𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋⠀𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗅𝗒⠀𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁⠀𝗍𝗁𝖾⠀𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍⠀𝗂𝗇⠀𝗌𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖼𝗁⠀𝗈𝖿⠀𝗆𝗒𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗒. ⠀@miniepsds

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀장ㅤ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏미ㅤ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏❀ㅤ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏꽃ㅤ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏잎

[fanfiction4sooya]

Thoughts on g!p jihyo with a chubby gf please and thank you :-)

(you are very polite, I like that!! 💖)

Oh, jihyo would adooore you. She would take a lot of pride in dating you and she'd definitely show you around, even when you get shy.

Would definitely make you see how well she could handle you, going "pfft, I lift twice your weight at the gym" and would definitely flex that anytime she could.

Sex with her? Expect her to be a gentlewoman. At first she didn't question your decision to only have sex with the lights off, but once she realized it was because of your insecurities she'd make sure for you to completely forget about them. Provoking you all day, hands here and there, randomly french kissing you to get you all riled up, grazing her hands on your hips and boobs... So when you two got some time alone you'd be begging for the touch you, not even caring that the lights were on. She'd use her fingers on you, eyeing you up and down like a madwoman 🤤🤤🤤🤤

Strap on sex? Pfft, she'd throw you around the bed like your weight was nothing. Holding your legs to her shoulders and praising your beauty. I'm not even going to comment on her hungry gaze whenever her thrusts got stronger and your tummy rolls and full breasts would bounce up and down for her 🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠 (that woman got addicted to the sight) she would definitely cum by fucking you with the strap, going feral over how pretty you are and how well you can take her 🤭🤭🤭

She'd be gentle too, loving to eat you out for hours, massaging your thighs and your breasts/stomach when going down on you. Cuddles? She is the bigger spoon and she'd make sure to let you know you are her baby, it doesn't matter how heavy you were! 😤😤😤😤

Expect a protective and very proud partner! Ms Park never plays when it comes to her sweet girl 🥰

[cry4mina]

Take Me Back to Eden - Euclid - Part 7

Take Me Back to Eden Series Page

Angst/Fluffy Moments

Word Count: 12k

Summary: After the events of the last chapter, reader finds themselves in a spiral of self hatred as they wait for their beloved to wake up, unbeknownst to them - someone is lurking in the shadows.

TW: Hospitals, spiraling, big sads, talks of death, some happy moments!, knives, talks of guns, talks of abusive relationships, broken glass, aaaaaaand talks of drinking and cheating. I think that's everything?

AN: Two more parts after this one and the story will be complete! I feel like I say this all the time but I never really thought this story would evolve into the series that it is now and I'm so grateful for all your support and kind words along the way! <3 <3 I truly hope you all have a lovely evening! I'd love to hear your predictions on what you all think is going to happen next!

A sharp jolt crackling through your chest wakes you violently, like lightning crawling through every vein cardiovascular system, forcing your eyes open. The fluorescent lights shine down on you, the beeping of machines, someone crying, and the rocking movement overwhelm your senses.

“We got her back! Okay, Y/n! You need to stay with me now, okay?” concern laced in the voice as that spoke to you.

Your vision is still blurred, eyes barely opening when you use as much energy as you can to keep yourself from passing out again. A familiar voice breaks through the machine’s whirring.

“Is she going to be okay?!” Momo is frantically barking at the EMT, seemingly trying to get information from him but unable to hold back the panic in these circumstances.

The rocking of the larger vehicle wakes you up just a little more but not enough to be full cognizant, bringing nausea along with it. Body unmoving as your eyes fight to keep the sliver of sight they have when your brain flashes the last few memories you had before you passed out…

Nayeon, with a smoking gun in her hand pointed past you.

Mina with crimson running down her torso and going pale…

“Mina?” croaked out between heavy breaths from the oxygen machine placed on your face.

“Wait!” Momo snaps at everyone who’s speaking around her, you hear silence again.

“Y/n?” her hand fills yours, feeling her lean into you to make sure she can hear what you’re saying. It must be pretty bad if she’s reacting this way.

“Where…is…Mina?” gravelly and with everything you could muster.

Momo sniffles, you can feel her head down and it on your arm. She sighs heavily before bringing her head back up, aware that she might not have time to fully explain what’s happening. The unanswered question haunts you for a moment.

“She’s on her way to the hospital. You both lost a lot of blood…they don’t know….they don’t know if she’s going to make it, Y/n. She was…shot in a pretty severe place…” tears spilling from her, sobbing at the information she had.

Tears roll down your face, reviving the crystalized blood coating your skin from the circumstances you were just in, dripping and reigniting it’s liquid form as it spills down around you.

If Mina…doesn’t survive…

The dread consumes you instantly. Would it be your fault if she didn’t make it? You were the one who was with her, you were the one who was supposed to protect her, but was it enough? Trying got you here…trying got you in this ambulance with both you and her getting rushed to the emergency room.

How could you stomach losing Mina like this? At the hands of one of her best friends and over…you?

“Nayeon…” whispered through the sadness and the anxiety filled thoughts that consumed every cell in your body.

The silence between her sniffling tells a lot, but not enough.

“Momo…do the police have Nayeon?” a little more aggression out of you, even in this state. You want to make sure that she can’t touch you or Mina ever again.

“Where is she?!” hissed out in an anger that Momo has never seen from you, even in the state of hurt you were in, the rage permeated the vessel you were trapped in.

The only two things you could feel in this moment: Fear and Fury. They walk hand in hand through your mind while patiently waiting for someone to answer your question.

Machines around you start furiously beeping again. Eyes still fighting to stay open but you’re so exhausted that staying awake feels impossible with the frames of darkness around your vision.

“Ma’am, I understand that you want to speak with her but we need to make sure she stays awake.” the EMT started putting needles in your arms.

“Get the crash cart ready! We might lose her again!”

Again?

Momo is in hysterics, understandably so. Wondering how much she witnessed, it would be hard for anyone to see someone they cared about in the position you were in. Imagining the lasting impact of finding the mess of the room that it all happened in, you sigh as the tears keep flowing.

All of this is too much. Too much on everyone around you.

Too much on Mina.

Too much on you.

You're slowly drifting into a dream-like state when what little blood you have runs absolutely cold, the ice that froze hell over ransacks your veins expeditiously. Eyes flying open as your heart pumps faster and faster, a chemically impersonated panic attack brought on to keep you awake.

“Y/n, listen to me. We are on the way to the hospital and it’s imperative you stay awake. I gave you an adrenaline shot so your heart might race. This is normal. Okay?” his voice is fading in and out of your range of hearing.

“So…tired…” breathlessly escapes you.

“Y/n, we are almost there, just please listen and stay awake.” Momo’s sobbing sounds physically painful and drenched in fear.

Fighting as much as you can, you try to count the lights to stay awake, forcing yourself to focus on anything that wasn’t the weight of your eyes or the pounding in your chest.

One.

Two.

Three.

Four.

Suddenly, you’re pulled feet first out of the vehicle, continuing to try and count things as your eyes fight you.

Vision goes as black as the night sky above you while you’re being pushed through the hospital, feeling the gurney bumps over the tracks of the automatic doors you hear glide open.

“We need 2 liters of O negative, stat!” shouted from your right hand side.

Your hearing is fading, replaced by the ringing that you got familiar with when the gun went off. A wave of panic swings through you, hands going up to reach for anything you could grab. This takes all of your energy and you fall into a deep calm sleep.

—

Void. Darkness. Silence.

Familiarity seeps in through your pores as your eyes calibrate to the surroundings, deja vu reflecting what once was in your mind, yet again. The same small metal table, the same figures sitting around it.

Sighing, unable to hear the huff of your wit’s end, you start to walk. Knowing exactly who the figures are before you even approach the table. Cautiously walking towards the shadows sat, almost waiting for something. Maybe, someone?

Both turning their head at you, the faces exactly who you expected, Mina and Nayeon. Mina smiles at you, the glow of her illuminating the endless ether. You have to stop moving to fully take in the essence of her.

Long dark wavy hair that frames her face and torso, welcoming eyes that melt you in the warmth she radiates, that small smile she is giving to you, and the way she gracefully reaches her hand towards you…peace.

The calm washes over you, just like the last time, as you approach her. The other figure at the table shows itself again to be Nayeon, eyes black, the smell of sulfur, the rage emitting off of her skin and the possessiveness that she always carried try to overshadow the care that was brought by Mina.

“Oh, Y/n, it’s great of you to join us.” ethereally leaves Mina’s lips.

“Yes, isn’t it pleasant to have my personal whore here?” hiss between Nayeon’s razor sharp teeth, contorted voice layered in anger and hatred.

“Don’t.” stern and powerful as it leaves the angel's lips.

A bright stream of light beams down from the nothingness, penetrating Nayeon’s chest cavity. She wails out into the void, breathing heavily.

“Do you think you can just take her from me? She’s my favorite piece of meat!” arms lengthening, mouth largening as Nayeon’s body contorts into a tall, lanky, sharp looking demon. Horns growing and snapping into shape, hooves clomping down into the cement harshly as she stakes her claim.

Mina is unaffected by this gesture of power, sending another few beams of light through Nayeon, setting what they touch on fire. Nayeon screams, loud enough to shake the table and it’s settings, rumbling them onto the floor.

Bloodied barbed wire shoots up from the floor, alive in its movements as it wraps around Nayeon’s wrists, slamming her into the ground and tightening with every second. More barbs shoot up and fix themselves around her torso, pulling her even further into the floor.

A demonic shriek can be heard through the hellfire and brimstone, Nayeon crumbles into stone before you, leaving nothing you coated in this dust and ash.

Mina is calm, cool, and collected. Standing up and yanking on your hand, you swing around and land chest first against Mina.

It starts drizzling pure clean water, Mina just holding you close while you look up to observe the rain falling from nothing. It starts picking up, washing the dust off your body.

Both of you soaking wet, standing in this mysterious rain after the monster has been slayed - there’s only one thing left to do in this fairy tale.

Boldly grabbing the sides of her face and bringing her lips to yours. Her eyes were surprised at this gesture but reciprocated the moment of passion before pulling back.

“Wake up” barely over a whisper and in a voice that isn’t hers.

“Please, Y/n, wake up!” Momo?

“WAKE! UP!”

“Don’t worry.” in her own voice, echoing against the walls of your brain before the light around Mina shines its brightest, consuming both of you.

—

Blinking ferociously, your eyes open to bright fluorescence hanging above you.

“Oh thank GOD” Momo throws herself on you before you can even understand what is happening, you wince at the weight of her unsure of what your wounds were.

“Sorry, Sorry!” She hugs you tightly before removing herself from you. Dahyun is seated, allowing you time to get your bearings before coming over to you and placing her hand in yours.

“We are so happy to see you’re awake!” smiled lightly, eyed red and swollen.

She has been crying…

“Where…is…Mina?” croaked out through dry lips and barely any energy as the worry for her consumes you.

“She’s in surgery…” Momo sniffles at the words she spoke.

There was an uneasiness about the way her voice wavered.

“…what did the doctors say?”

“The bullet penetrated her lung…they’re going in to remove it…She lost a lot of blood, Y/nnie…There’s a good chance that she might not…make it.” choking on the last few words as she forced them out.

The droplets fall from your eyes when you register what she’s said…Mina might not make it?

Thinking about the ambulance, thinking about how Momo gave this information to you there as well but it didn’t really connect in your brain until now…This event of Mina getting injured was avoidable…If you just kept your distance from her when Nayeon went crazy, maybe she wouldn’t be where she is….Maybe Mina would’ve been safe from her…

The pit of your stomach flips, all the stress of what happened has come back full force and is slamming all of your fear back into your chest, making friends with the pounding of the headache you have.

“Nayeon?” puffed out of your weak body, wondering if shew as far away and in police custody.

“Is she awake?” an all too familiar voice breaks the moment.

You look up to see who it was, a bouquet of lotus flowers covering the face of the person. They are placed down on the small table at the foot of the bed and the person steps out from behind the display, revealing herself to be Ms. Park Jihyo.

Tensing immediately, you struggle to lift yourself up higher in a move of defense. Momo sees this and puts her hand on your shoulder.

“Just hear her out, you might be surprised at what she says.” smiling and nodding before heading out of the room with Dahyun.

Jihyo stands in the room, looking at the ground before she grabs one of the uncomfortable foldable chairs from the walls of the room and scoots it closer to you.

You try to keep a straight face in her presence but can’t help but shed a few tears as this human who knowingly hurt you sits in front of you, elbows on her knees and hands together as she tries to plead her case.

“I’m sorry, Y/n…I know that this is a lot and has been since everything came out but I think I need to tell you what happened the night that rock flew through your window.” she makes eye contact with you, showing a serious demeanor as she shifts back into her seat trying to find some sense of comfort in the discomfort of this situation.

“Nayeon was…violently upset when we ran into you and Mina at the cafe. She was punching the dashboard of my car the entire way to your apartment…she still had your location. I didn’t like that she did that but honestly…” Jihyo’s voice cracked, eyes reflecting something you had never seen in her before back to you as she forced herself to make eye contact through the discomfort that sat on her chest.

“…I have always kind of…been scared of her, you know? Like she has this intensity that’s just really hard to say no too and when she was raging about seeing you and Mina together…I just didn’t know what to do so I listened to what she said. We went to your apartment and we watched you and Mina walk in together…Nayeon got…quiet and told me to leave so I did.”

Fear, her eyes were reflecting fear.

Jihyo is visibly shaken and remorseful through reliving the events as she spoke them to you, rubbing her hands up and down her face aggressively to smear the intensity of the conversation off.

“We went back to the apartment you both lived in together…I tried to calm her down by massaging her shoulders but she…got angry when I called her “baby”...she told me I would never be you and then she pushed me to the floor…a-a-ggressively.” Shuttering through the dread that was weighing her down.

“After that…Nayeon just got up and left.” Choking on her words as the spilt from her lips.

Jihyo was practically sobbing while sharing the trauma she had endured that you were unaware of. Knowing full and well that Nayeon was an abuser to you, the only moment you really thought she could be a monster to Jihyo as at the cafe…when Jihyo was crying behind her as she tried to seduce you again…in front of her.

She had been affected by this situation just as much as you had. Her eyes hold similar pain that yours did when you and Nayeon first split. It was hard to see, even on someone you were upset with.

“When she came home…things happened…and the cops showed up. She fake cried and told them that I made her go with her, that I was violent and controlling of her. She said that I was the one who had the idea…I tried to tell them it wasn’t me, but they didn’t listen because she was hysterically bawling her eyes out and acting like I had threatened her. They took me to jail after that…she called me after I got bailed out and told me that she was breaking up with me because she was going to exterminate the problem…so she could be with you.” completely serious in her tone, even through the trembling of her voice.

“So you called the police?” still raspy in the way you asked, the puzzle pieces have finally found their place.

“Yes. I called the police and Momo to tell them what was going on…I tried to call you and Mina but neither of you answered…Y/n, I’m so sorry. I really am. I truly loved the friendship we had and I don’t know if we can ever get back to that but I'm very willing to try to fix this…that time we spent at the park, everything I said, I meant. I never wanted to hurt you in this. I just felt so stuck.” sobbing as she makes her apology, genuinely distraught about all of this.

“Hyo…I need to know how this actually started. How did you and her end up…together?” a small ache in your chest reminds you of the confrontation in the elevator. The anger and hatred you felt then was still present to some degree.

“The drunk one night stand part was true…but it was before she met you.” her eyes down at the ground, a semblance of a smile lingers on her face at the nickname you called her.

“She told me when you met and said that she had no intention of it being serious with you. We went on tour and Nayeon couldn’t put her phone down, always texting you and calling you on Facetime… I knew that it was something serious then but when we got back and had that party, it was just different.” making eye contact with you again, voice quivering while she’s holding back even more tears.

“That’s why I called you that night…because I thought you were who she wanted and not me. I just wanted her to be happy. But when we were out of town…she would purposefully ask to be roomed with me. We would get drunk, it would happen again and we would just pretend like it didn’t.”

“My feelings got involved pretty early on and I told her but she was insistent on being with you and I respected that. She would tell me that you broke up and then when we got back, she would say you were together again.”

“Jihyo, this is the first and only time we ever broke up…” whispered to her in the smallest breath, hoping she wouldn’t hear you or at least wishing you didn’t have to tell her the whole truth.

It was hard to see her like this, baring her soul for you to see, dripping in guilt and anger.

“I know that now. I know that she was using me for when you weren’t around. But you can see why I had a hard time getting away from her…and she wasn’t ever as violent as she was the night that we saw you at the cafe…I think that’s when it truly clicked for me that she was dangerous.” Jihyo’s breathing is picking up, she’s on the verge of a panic attack when you see the blood under her nails and knuckles that were bruised.

“Jihyo…what happened to your hands?” whispered in fear of the answer.

“I came to the banquet…when I heard that first shot and saw everyone rushing out of the building, I saw Momo trying to get the members out a side door. We saw each other and I pointed to the room. She ran over and we went in together.” her voice is trembling as she tells you more of what happened.

“When I saw you passed out in Mina’s arms…and what Nayeon did to Mina, I got so angry.” She’s in hysterics now, trying to steady her own breathing and self regulate so she can tell you the information you were owed.

“I tried so hard to get her to stop…and put the gun down…I don’t even know where she got that fucking gun. I punched her to try and get her to stop but she just kept going…I got the gun from her, and was trying to fight her off but she tackled me to the floor. She got on top of me and choked me…I couldn’t get her off me, Y/n.”

Jihyo is now sobbing, trembling and looking very nauseous. Completely drowning in herself when she finally releases the memory that is burnt in her brain for the rest of her life.

“Y/n…I shot her.”

“What?”

“I…shot Nayeon…”

“…Jihyo, you shot Nayeon?”

“It was the only way I could stop her…she would’ve killed me if I didn’t…I feel so guilty. I feel so fucking guilty.”

Jihyo’s face falls into her hands, violently sobbing at the fact that she killed someone she loved, even if that love wasn’t returned.

The sting of this information was something incomprehensible, a grief blending inside your torso, the gut wrenching twist of your stomach, ruining the home where the butterflies once lived and flourished for Im Nayeon.

Your ex-girlfriend of three years.

The girl you thought you’d spend the rest of your life with.

She’s just…gone.

Even with everything that happened between you and Nayeon, you are having a hard time wrapping your thoughts around her being dead. Barely only finding out about how crazy she actually was, the version of her that was sweet and loving still saturates the predatory acts and violent tendencies she exposed to everyone in the end.

Shifting up in your seat weakly, you rotate your legs off the side of the bed. Bare toes touching the cool ground as you try to stand up. Feeling every single bruise and wound left in the altercation. Jihyo stands with you, putting her arms out so she can help you balance yourself.

Without hesitation, you pull her in for the hug you both needed. Crying in each others arms as you both try to process the death of your abuser.

“I’m so sorry Y/n. I’m so fucking sorry.” wept into your shoulder.

“I am too, Jihyo. I am too.” sniffling while you release all irritation you had with Jihyo. She was a victim of Nayeon, just like you. Maybe there was hope for that trust had, to be built again.

Maybe.

“Y/n? Can we come in?”

Both of you turn to look at her, when the entirety of Twice minus Nayeon and Mina walk in with sorrow in their eyes and more flowers in their hands. Worry being on the forefront of their minds. We are all grieving this loss, we are all fearful of the future.

“Jihyo…”

“Yes, Y/n?”

“Thank you.”

Momo is smiling behind the crowd, holding Dahyun’s hand and watching as the girls come in and sit scattered around the room. Jihyo still in the chair near the bed you crawled back in, Sana sitting at the end of that bed across from her, Chae in the big comfortable chair by the window, Jeongyeon is standing and looking a little anxious and Tzuyu pulls up a seat next to Jihyo.

“How long was I asleep?” not knowing what day it is, or what time it was. The sun seems to be either rising or setting and you can’t tell which.

“About 12 hours.” Momo chimes in from the doorway, checking her phone to see the time. She’s got a weird air about her, something is off.

“Momo, what’s wrong?” knowing she’d normally be as close to you as possible in this situation.

“I’m waiting for a phone call.” anxiously blurted across the room.

Everyone is silent with their heads down, whatever this was putting Momo on edge was eating at everyone in the room.

“The police don’t speak Japanese here…so I had to call Mina’s parents…” another piece of your heart breaks off for every syllable of the sentence.

Her parents…her brother…

Dread sinks your heart down to your stomach, weighing like cement in your gut. Skin prickling into a million stipples, remembering the last moment you saw Mina.

Tears rolling down her cheeks.

Blood spilling from her chest.

Then darkness.

Unable to help yourself, you start sobbing uncontrollably.

This was all so overwhelming, trying to process everything that had happened. Nayeon with the gun pointed at you, the person you were with for so long had not only threatened your life, but wounded you beyond what you thought possible.

Weeping as you think about what she had put Mina through. Mina just wanted to be there for you and you found some safety, Nayeon tried to take that away and might’ve been successful…

The doctor walks into the room, looks around and sees all these people around you crying with you and his eyes widen, intimidated by the 8 people who peered up at him as he entered.

“Uh…I can come back later…if you’d prefer.” raising the clipboard by the side of his head, pointing it back towards the door nervously.

“No no, it’s okay. You can come in.” waving him into the room so he can say what he needs to.

“Is it okay if I talk about your medical diagnosis in front of…uhm…” gesturing to the girls scattered around the room.

“Yes, that’s completely fine.” assuring him that he could continue.

“Okay, Ms. Y/n…so we are looking at a concussion, you’ve got 16 stiches on your scalp, 3 broken ribs, and a few lacerations and bruises. I suspect you’ll be sore for a while but you should make a full recovery. You should thank whoever kept the pressure on the back of you head…you had an artery grazed in the…incident and that pressure saved your life.“ The Doctor hesitates as he reads off the clipboard, it looks like he’s wondering if that was the right thing to say.

“I’ve written a few prescriptions for the pain and swelling, but you should be good to be released within the next few hours. Do you have any questions for me?” clicking his pen and putting his clipboard down by his side.

That’s a lot of information to digest.

“I do but I don’t think you’ll be able to tell me…” softly stated back to him.

“I take it it’s about your friend? The one you came in with?”

Nodding your head as the tears fall again, you’re too worried about Mina to not try to get some information out of him.

“I can’t really tell you anything specific without permission, I would need permission from the emergency contact to do so.” the Doctor sighs,

“You have my permission.” Momo raises her hand from across the room, nodding to him, respectfully.

The Doctor nods his head back, his body language shifts into something less pleasant.

“Ms. Mina is out of surgery and the surgeon over seeing her said that it went very well.” He moves his weight to the other leg, crossing his arms and looking at the floor.

“She lost a lot of blood…even with a blood transfusion she wasn’t very stable, we revived her a few times on the table.”

Everyone is frozen at this news, breath held and the whirring and beeping of the machines around you is the only thing keeping all of you present.

“She had a punctured lung from the bullet wound in her chest. We did manage to remove the bullet and patch her up just fine, but with her being unstable…we had to put her in a medically induced coma.”

Everyone gasps in unison, the worry behind everyone’s eyes reflects the deep love of a friend and loved one, who is now in a state of deep sleep for an unknown amount of time.

Jihyo takes over now, directing the conversation and asking what we all wanted to know.

“When will she wake up?”

“Well, that depends…we have her on a 24 hour watch to make sure she can stabilize on her own. She’s on a ventilator to insure proper oxygen intake. Once she stabilizes, we can wake her.”

The Doctor looks around the room and sees many sets of distraught eyes looking back at him.

“I know this is a lot of information, but rest assured we are doing everything we can. I’ll give you some space, but Miss Y/n, I’ll have the nurse bring in your release paperwork soon.” He turns out of the room, swiftly walking to where his next patient was.

It’s silent, everyone can’t seem to wrap their heads around what is happening, yourself included. Everything that happened to Mina would’ve never taken place if you hadn’t hung out with her. If Nayeon hadn’t seen you together she would be okay…

Sobbing quietly to yourself, the girls look at you with saddened eyes, Momo knowing exactly what’s going through your head. Walking up to you and sitting down, she wraps an arm around you, letting you cry openly on her shoulder.

Everyone follows suite, walking up and wrapping their arms around everyone to create a group hug that all of you desperately needed.

“Please, let me have some space.” quietly said into Momo’s neck.

“What do you mean, Y/n? We are all here for you.” confusion in her words, cocking her brow at you to try and understand what you meant.

“This is all my fault.” whispered through the cascade of bitter hatred for yourself that spilled from your eyes.

“No, it isn’t your fault Y/n! This is Nayeon’s fault.” Sana insists, mad that you would even think that you had anything to do with the outcome of this.

Believing that was something you would never do.

“Y/n, it’s so obvious that you care about Mina…You would never intentionally put her in harms way.” Jihyo rubs your shoulder trying to ease you of the mind set that was turning your brain into a web of connections that was weaved in hatred for yourself and Nayeon.

“If you and Nayeon had never seen us at this cafe, it would’ve never happened…I should’ve just ordered in that night. I’m so sorry. I’m so fucking sorry.” choking on your tears, coughing, and wincing at the searing pain that erupted from the contractions of your muscles around your broken ribs.

The feeling accumulated from everything that happened poured out of you like steaming lava, burning and aching your chest as the rage of another thing you care about possibly being ripped out from underneath you catches fire under your heart.

Momo is holding you against her, rocking you and trying to comfort you as Dahyun ushers the other girls out into the hallway to let you have this moment.

“Hey, hey. Look at me…” Trying to catch your eyes as they drift to the floor.

“…I said look at me, Y/nnie!” Momo grabs your faces and forces you to look at her, tears heavily coating your cheeks as your eyes blur at the pressure you’re putting on yourself to hold yourself accountable for nothing done wrong.

“You didn’t do anything. Nothing. Not a single thing to deserve any of this. None of this is your fault. Not even close.” pulling you back in immediately for another hug that sucks the life out of you.

Mourning the memory of a Nayeon that never existed and mourning what Mina is going through just from being too close to you…It was too much for you to handle in the state you were in. Physical and emotional wounds compounding into a broken person being held up by those around you.

Just as you’re about to speak, Momo’s phone rings. She let’s go of your hug in a panic to look to see who it is.

“Shit, I have to take this. I’ll be right back.” jumping up off the bed to step out of the room, her eyes brimming with tears as she answers and steps away.

Alone with your thoughts, you think back to how safe Mina made you feel and how unsafe she was when she was with you. How could you have allowed this to happen? Why weren’t you shot instead of her?

A nurse walks in while you’re lost in these thoughts.

“Alright Ms. Y/n, will you please sign these release papers? I’ve brought your medications in this bag so you should be all good to go home. The doctor suggests plenty of rest until your ribs heal in 2-6 weeks.” cheerfully beaming at you like you hadn’t just been through the most traumatic event of your life.

How could someone be so…sunshine at a time like this?

Signing the documents she brought you quickly, she points to a bag that hung off the side of one of the folding chairs.

“Your friend, Ms. Minatozaki, brought you a change of clothes…what you wore to the event is considered evidence now…You are free to change and go home.” The nurse triple checks your paperwork and walks out of the room, closing the door behind her, leaving you to get changed.

Standing up, wobbling as you gain your balance and wincing at your weight of your own body. Gripping the chair that Jihyo left next to your bed, you grab the bag and tug out the clothes that she brought for you.

Knowing that Momo was the only one with a spare key to your apartment, you knew that Sana would have gone and done exactly what she said to do. Your favorite pair of sweatpants and a hoodie that looked unfamiliar…it’s not one you recall.

Picking it up, you pull the arms to the side and take a good look at the sweater.

“A catholic school in Japan?” confused at the lettering on the sweater, you lay it on the chair and slip on the pair of sweats.

Reaching down slowly to grab the hoodie, you lift your arms up - trying not to cause further damage to yourself and cautiously let it glide down into you.

As the fabric passes over your face, you take in the smell and instantly know who it belongs to.

Mina.

Lifting the neck of the sweater, you take a long inhale of her scent and a calm washes over you that you had become accustom to.

“I wish you were awake.” softly spoken to yourself, wiping a tear from your cheeks with the sleeve.

Momo comes through the door again, her eyes wide when she sees the sweater.

“That must have been Sana’s doing…” a small chuckle as she sees you’re dressed.

“Are you ready to go home?”

“I’m not going home.” pushing past her to get to the hallway.

“Y/n, you need to rest.” concern lays thick in the words as she cocks her head at you, seemingly frustrated at your lack of cooperation.

“She didn’t leave me…I’m not leaving her.” taking a slow step to not lose your footing.

Momo watches as you slug down the hallway to sit with the other girls who are patiently waiting for Mina to wake up. Sana smiles up at you when you sit next to her, instinctively putting her arm around you to support some of your weight.

“Thank you for this.” tugging on the front of Mina’s hoodie, trying to smile up at her but you end up biting your lip to hold in the tears.

“Sana…”

“Yeah, Y/nnie?”

“I’m scared.” the breathed statement is so quiet that’s it’s a miracle she heard it.

Leaning in to hug you, she tightens as much as she can without hurting you. Both of you have tears dripping down you face - sharing the moment of fear with each other and some how strengthening the bond that was already in place.

—

Days pass like it’s nothing. Sitting still in that same hospital chair while the world goes on around you. No sleeping, no eating…simply waiting for the doctors to say anything about Mina and her state.

Food is offered to you at every meal, you decline it. The nausea of the unknown clouds your stomach and the idea of any flavor makes you sick. You can only focus on Mina.

Momo walks up and sits down next to you, she rubs your back and you snap out of the dissociative state you sat in for days on end. The trance breaking leaves you realizing how much time had gone by and how much you had been neglecting yourself.

“Hey, come with me?” offering her hand to you and leading you to the room where Mina was.

Two older people, seemingly her parents are sitting in the room across from the bed where Mina sleeps, with tears streaming down their faces.

The man looks up at you, standing and then bowing to you - you return the bow as best as you can, before he starts saying something in Japanese to Momo and then looking at you.

“He wants you to know that he’s seen you sitting outside…he wants you to sit in with him and Mrs. Myoui from now on.” Dr. Myoui says something else to Momo and she translates the same.

“He knows about you and Nayeon, he is really sorry that this happened to you and wants you to know that he doesn’t blame you. “ Momo’s voice cracks as he begins speaking again, he seems to get teary eyed as he continues on, sniffling and clearing his throat as he tries to stay strong.

“He says that Mina had spoken about you…and that she really cares for you. Judging the state you are in, injuries and all, it seems that you really care about her too…and he wants you to be here with them because it’s what she would’ve wanted.”

Stepping up to Dr. Myoui, your jaw quivers trying to hold the tears inside but you can’t help it. He leans in and hugs you gently, all you can do is weep in his arms.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m so so-sorry!”

Momo translates it and he offers reassurance that Momo translates for you.

“Please go home and eat, get some sleep and when you come back we will be waiting for you here, okay? If anything happens, I’ll call you.” Half translated and half just an instruction from Momo.

“Thank you.” Releasing from the hug, Mina’s mom stands to offer you a hug, you accept the warm gesture happily.

Mrs. Myoui holds you tightly before pulling back from the hug and rubbing your upper arms.

Catching your eye contact before your head could fall to the floor, she wipes the tears off your cheeks- even with her own falling. A wordless exchange of affection that was a sign of acceptance and care, even her parents were amazing. You can see where she gets it from.

Momo puts her hand on your back, guiding you out of the room.

“Can we go to you and Dahyun’s house instead? I really don’t want to go to that apartment right now…” looking down at the ground while you walk as fast as your body would allow.

“Of course.” patting your back lightly and leading you to the exit from the hospital.

—

When you get to the house, the dogs scramble to greet you. Boo and Dobby come toppling over each other to get their love and affection. Momo goes into the kitchen and you go to the guest bathroom to take a shower.

Being anywhere but at the hospital leaves you feeling guilty, unable to cope with the idea of Mina waking up before you could get back. It makes you nauseous.

The one who accentuated your sense of self after all the trauma Nayeon left behind…she meant so much to you in such a short amount of time - how could you feel anything but shame and guilt?

Showering in your condition was difficult. Physically, mentally, emotionally…it was almost unbearable. Watching as the water as it revives the dried blood from your scalp and carrying down the drain, you relive the silent scene of Mina getting shot by Nayeon over and over again.

Standing in the hot shower and letting the water rinse you, you can’t imagine what would happen if you closed your eyes. What horrific scenes would play on your eyelids while you tried to rest? That and the anticipation of new about Mina kept you from resting in anyway, not even able to relax your body and unclench your back.

Stepping out of the shower now feeling better as you were clean, putting on a pair of jeans and Mina’s hoodie after toweling off, you are consumed with guilt and riddled with shame at the fact that you were here with Momo and Dahyun…and Mina was still in that same bed sleeping against her will just to fight to stay alive.

Walking out into the kitchen, you see that Momo had made you a plate of your favorite food. Her and Dahyun sit at the table and wait for you to come sit with them.

Eating in silence, there’s nothing really to say. All of you are worried about Mina…though they are also worried about you.

You haven’t eaten in days and you were just playing with your food, rolling the array of delicacies around and barely tasting any of it.

“Y/n…I know there is a lot going on right now, but you need to eat something so you can heal properly and fuel yourself.” Dahyun breaks the silence with a slice of care, unintentionally adding to the remorse.

“We care about you and so does Mina…she would want you to eat…”

Jaw tensing, you zone out at the sound of her name, triggering the events to play back through your mind like a film reel that would never stop spinning. Looping over it’s self in complete silence.

“Y/n?” nudging your shoulder, Momo sees your eyes focus back on her.

“It should have been me…” softly before standing up and walking right out the front door, leaving your phone and everything you were truly feeling on the table.

Hearing Momo and Dahyun yelling your name, you just keep walking down the street towards the hospital.

—

Overcast skies drear over your head as you walk towards downtown towards the hospital. There wasn’t much movement on the streets even in the evening.

Unaware of how time is passing, one foot in front of the other takes you far. Without your phone you had no clue what time it was or if anyone was trying to get ahold of you. Regret pangs your stomach when you realize that Mina might have woken up in this time…you should’ve brought your phone with you, but it’s too late to turn back now.

It had to be early afternoon, assumptions made from the light that seeped through the fluffed up grays that block the suns view - the outside grey matching the grey that was alive in your chest, molting into a virus that would infect the rest of you as time goes on - until your own ray of sunshine woke up.

Thoughts of Mina cloud your every waking moment, reminiscing about the last few days spent together and how she made you feel. The stark contrast between what she is and what Nayeon turned out to be made your shattered heart sting as the pieces dug into your chest, piercing your flesh in the sharpest way.

Tears brim in your eyes, threatening to spill over as you cross the street. A car comes out of no where, pulling up to you. The back window rolls down and a familiar voice shouts at you.

“Y/n!”

Turning around, you see Chaeyoung hanging out of the back of the car waving you down.

“Are you going to the hospital?”

Nodding your head gently, the energy that you would normally bring was long sucked out by this traumatic event and there was no will to make anymore.

Chae pops the door open from the inside and slides over to the other seat, waving you into the car.

Hopping in to the back, the driver continues on his path.

The silence is calming, even if it does spark the cyclical thoughts - the agonizing overlay that led you to having to go to the hospital to begin with. You can feel Chaeyoung looking at you as your eyes unfocused.

“It’s not your fault.” Cracking through the walls of the theater playing the film of the banquet in your mind, Chae scoots into the middle seat, wrapping her arm around you and trying to comfort you.

“She would be so pissed if she knew that you were blaming yourself for this, you know?” Eyebrows cocked at you.

She’s right.

“She’s a fighter, Y/n. Mina will be awake soon, she’s not going anywhere.” Hugging you tightly for reassurance.

“Thank you.” meekly spoken to her as she rubs your back.

“I think I’d like to walk the rest of the way, it helps me clear my head. It’s only a few blocks, right?” the misery in your eyes is alarming to her, the look on her face says it all.

“It is, I’ll see you there…right?” A warm smile following, making sure you were agreeing. It was very apparent that everyone was worried about you.

The car comes to a halt, opening the car door, you make your promise to Chaeyoung.

“I’ll see you in a little while.” Sliding out of the car carefully, not to agitate your bruising further.

Just as you’re about to close the door, you hear Chae call you by name.

“Y/n?”

Cocking your head up, you see her eyes blur.

“Please be safe…she’s going to want you when she wakes up.”

Biting the inside of your lip, tears welling up as you close the door to the car and it drives off in the direction of the hospital.

Blinking a few times, you see your liquid grief blends into the rain that was starting to fall. The heavy drops couldn’t compare to the destress that weighed down your skin.

Almost as if you’re walking in slow motion, you trudge through the sky’s sporadic droplets and make your way down the road. Taking the time to really try and process what had happened to you over the past few months.

Revisiting the memories of what had happened was like swallowing a branding iron. Nayeon not being anywhere near who she said she was, ruining everything you had built with her. Jihyo playing a part in it but being a victim in Nayeon’s wrath.

And Mina…the innocent bystander that just wanted to make you feel safe and cared for.

How could you ever forgive yourself for what happened with her? It was a miracle no one was blaming you when the gun was pointed at you…maybe if you would’ve heard Nayeon out at the apartment the evening before then none of this would’ve happened…

The sky opens up, releasing a torrential downpour onto you and your thoughts, weighing your clothes down but it was hard to notice considering the heft of the emotions you were carrying.

The constant silent replay of the bullet that put Mina where she is and Nayeon with the smoking gun before it all just fades to black…

A loud clap of thunder snaps you out of your own mind, you can see the hospital from where you are. Focusing on the doors, you take your slow steps towards the building, eager to be in the room where Mina sleeps so when she wakes up, she knows that you’re there for her, like she was for you.

—

The doors slide open, revealing the fluorescent lights that you had woken up under a few days prior. Dripping rainwater onto the tile, the soft thwaps give you something to focus on while you make your way to the elevator.

The external sounds help to drown out the misery and anxiety that saturates your soul. The digging of the elevator, the click of the button, the tapping of the rain on the windows around you, the sliding of the doors and the people around you creating the white noise that scream over your thoughts as you try to keep yourself from violently shaking.

Everyone is here, Momo and Dahyun must’ve drove here knowing this is where you’d end up. Chae arrived safely and Jihyo, Jeongyeon, Tzuyu and Sana were already present.

Walking to the group, you notice Mina’s parents are out of the room and everyone is sobbing…

Running up to them and wincing at every step, the panic overrides the pain of your injuries.

“What happened? Is Mina okay?” choking on your words.

No one answers.

Your heart sinks, anxiety coursing through your veins brings a need to get inside that room. Mina’s father puts his hand on your shoulder, trying to comfort you words that are out of your realm of understanding as the girls try to compose themselves so they can explain.

Reaching for the door immediately, you try to push it open to find it locked.

Having no patience in this moment, you slam your hands on the door - shaking the it inside the frame and trying to get whoever was in the room to let you in.

“One moment, please!” an unfamiliar male voice chimes through the door seemingly frustrated.

“I don’t have a moment! Open the fucking door!” the panic in your voice is so eminent that everyone around you freezes and looks over at you. It’s the first time they’ve seen you this way, aside from the banquet but even then, your anxiety did not show itself this way.

“Y/n…let them do their job.” whispered by Momo, grabbing your shoulder and pulling you away from the room, putting space between you and the answers you craved.

“But…Mina, I-”

The door opens and the unfamiliar voice reveals himself to be the doctor. He steps to the side of the frame and goes to speak with Momo so she can translate for Mina’s parents, everyone else just looks at you and waits to see what you do.

You face the door and take a deep breath.

The unknown of behind the frame scares you, terrified of what was going to be on the other side of it. The gloom sits on your chest as you attempt to take another deep breath, eyes stinging as they try to create more tears but you had cried so much already that you seemingly had run out of them.

Taking a step into the room, you can’t bring yourself to look at the hospital bed. The machines are beeping so that’s a good sign but you’re so worried about what you were going to see that you needed to do this in steps.

Step 1: Walk in the room.

Step 2: take a deep breath.

Step 3: Turn to look at Mi-

“Y/n?” the smallest, most angelic hoarse whisper cuts through your list of what to do next, pushing you into the 3rd step before you could say it to yourself in your head.

“Mina?!” whipping around to the bed, you see Mina awake, looking exhausted and smiling at you with tears falling from her beautiful eyes, streaming down her perfectly porcelain cheeks.

“Mina!” forget the injuries, forget then soaked sweater, forget everything. Nothing else matters but this human in front of you who was finally awake.

Running to the right side of her bed, you shed her sweater and crawl on top of the sheets to lay next to her. Burying your face into her neck, wrapping your arms gently around her and sobbing into her.

“I th-th-thought I l-lost y-you. I’m so s-s-sorry for everything.” sniffling and trying to compose yourself so you can talk to her, holding her face as you wipe the tears off it.

“I sh-should’ve never p-put you in that s-situation, you deserve s-so m-much more than this, I’m so fucking sorry.” falling apart completely in her arms as you held each other.

“I thought I lost you too, Y/n. I’m so happy to see you.” pulling you in closer to her, you can feel the reverberation of her weeping through her body as you just take the moment to hold each other.

“None of this is your fault! You couldn’t have known that Nayeon was going to go off the rails like that. Do not blame yourself for anything that happened…it wasn’t you, it was her. Okay?” kissing the palm of your hand gently as she cradled you.

“Sit up for me.” Mina coos.

You comply immediately, keeping a hand on her while fixing yourself to the upright position.

Mina cups your face, turning it to the side to see your healing bruises, her lower jaw quivers as she attempts to hold back more tears, trying to get an idea of how bad your wounds were. Tilting your head down to see the stitches on your scalp - she loses the will to keep it together.

Mina is in full hysteria, sobbing as she runs her thumb over your bruised cheeks. You wipe the tears from hers again, grabbing her forearms and gripping them lightly as you go to reassure her that you’re fine.

“Wh-what else?” her raspy voice choking out, sighing and trying to regulate but interrupting you before you can get the sentence out.

“3 broken ribs, 16 stitches on my scalp and a few bruises to my face and stomach. The doctor told me that had you not held the back of my head, I would have died…So thank you for saving my life, Mina…what did they say…about you?” fearing the worst as to what could be…what Nayeon inflicted on her after you fainted.

“Punctured lung and a few cracked ribs. They told me to take it easy for the next few months and that I might get winded easily until my lungs heal. I can’t lift this arm until the muscles heal either but…I would do it again.” sniffling as she calms, realizing you both are okay, she removes her hand from your face and holds a few of your fingers instead.

“You would do it again?” confused in what she meant.

“Y/n, I have admired you from a distance for so long. I watched her take the light from your eyes and I was blessed to see it return. I would take that bullet a million times over if it meant keeping you safe and keeping the glow you have alive.” reaching up to cup your face again, pulling you towards her and placing her lips on yours gently.

Solar systems collide with the energy exchange that was this moment, your lips meeting after all the worry you both experienced for each other. It’s like all the trauma that you both endured melted off your bones, dripping into pure lilac care and comfort for one another, allowing both of you to forget about everything you endured together, even if it’s just for a moment.

Her heart monitor beeps uncontrollably as her heart races, prompting everyone to run in anxiously when they hear the sound of the chirps from the machine.

Separating for only a moment, you both look over at everyone and share a giggle together. Everyone is smiling at you, just happy to see the light between the two of you again.

“Sorry for the scare, everyone…” Mina’s face beams red in the embarrassment from making everyone worry, but that doesn’t stop her from doing what she wanted.

Pulling you back to her, she kisses you in front of Twice and her parents. It was soft and sweet and it contained every comfort you craved in the last few days of living in the unknown, even if the action did surprise you.

It was a welcomed and lovely surprise.

—

After a few hours of talking and sitting together, the Twice members leave to change and get some rest but not before Momo can give you your phone. Wanting Mina to spend some time with her parents, you try to stand and go with Momo to give her some space, but Mina wouldn’t let go of your hand.

“Please stay. I want you next to me.” gripping you tighter and tugging you back to her.

Climbing back onto the bed, you lay with her while she speaks to her family. Unable to join the conversation because of the language barrier, you simply lay next to her and keep her hand in yours.

The sound of her voice brings is a calm to you that you feel like you’ve been missing for years. Body relaxing next to hers, you face her on your side and slowly drift into a peaceful sleep you hadn’t known for days.

—

A buzzing wakes you, jolting you out of your sleep and immediately causing a disgruntle energy to settle in your body. Reaching over to the table next to Mina’s hospital bed, you admire her calmness for a moment, sleeping so peacefully, and your heart soars.

Realizing it was just you and Mina in the room, her parents must’ve gone back to their hotel to get some rest, you grab the phone and look to see an unfamiliar number on the screen.

Swiping to answer, you groggily say your greeting to be met by something unexpected.

“Hello?”

“Good Morning, This is the sheriff’s office and we are looking for Y/n L/n.” the thick southern accent familiar in the way it speaks, this must be the officer from the other day.

“This is she.”

“Well, Ms. L/n, I wish we were calling for better circumstances but unfortunately, that is not the case. Your apartment was broken into and torn apart. Are you currently available to come down and see if anything is missing?”

“What?!” your voice wakes Mina up, she quickly realizes that something is wrong and she’s sitting up next to you.

Putting the phone on speaker, you wait to hear what the officer has to say.

“It looks like they broke in through the window in the kitchen, it also looks like every room has been trashed…I suggest you get down here as soon as you can.” the officer is not aware of the events that had happened just a few days prior.

“I’m currently in the hospital waiting for my girlfriend to be discharged.” Mina perks up at the statement, turning red and blushing.

“We both were in a bit of a targeted situation and are a bit beat up. How long will you be down there?” inquired so you can cooperate in the situation.

“Targeted situation? Does this have to do with that rock with the note from before?” the officer seems to be concerned, realizing that this is way bigger than he realized.

“Yes. Im Nayeon tried to kill us at a friends banquet a few days ago. She was shot…and is…uhm…” realizing that Mina didn’t know about what happened with Nayeon yet.

“Well, she’s dead, sir.”

“What?” Mina gasps at this information, tears welling up as the processes what you’ve just said.

“I’m going to pull the reports for this incident, give me one moment.” the officer says, hearing typing on the other end of the line.

“It looks like she’s very much alive. There are reports that she was taken to the hospital across town and was in police custody but she escaped two days ago and her whereabouts are unknown.” the words ricocheted off your skull and down into your chest.

“What did you just say?” looking over at Mina, who is wide eyed and shivering as she tries to cope with how overwhelming this situation is.

“You should probably get here, Ms. Y/n. We will wait for you.” as he hung up the phone.

Looking over at Mina, you are both in shock.

“I saw Jihyo shoot Nayeon before I passed out…I remember that…but…why did she want to hurt us? Why did she hurt me? ” Mina’s eyes shift back and forth as she recalls what happened that night, the trauma settling in her brain from the betrayal of someone who once was her sister.

“We thought she was…gone. We all thought that she was…” cut off by the hinges of the door squeaking.

Watching as the door to the room opens and the nurse who did your discharge paperwork steps in with a clipboard for Mina.

“I’ll let you do the paperwork, I’m going to step outside and call Momo to let her know what’s going on.” Standing up with a sense of urgency and rushing past the nurse.

“Please hurry back.” Mina chimes as the nurse fills her in on care she would need.

The phone chirps back to you as you wait for Momo to answer. It’s early so you know you’re waking her and Dahyun up but this was an emergency.

“Hello? Y/n? Is everything okay?” Dahyun answers Momo’s phone, worried about you and Mina.

“No. Nayeon’s alive and not in police custody. I think she broke into my apartment and trashed it but Mina is signing her paperwork for discharge now and we are going to head over there.” Giving her the information that was given to you.

“What?! I’ll wake Momo, we can meet you there.” Already hearing Momo grumbling in the background.

“Let me take care of the apartment stuff. We will get a hotel somewhere and call you from there to meet us. I fear we won’t be safe until she’s caught.” Voice shaky as the fear penetrates you.

“Okay, just call us when you can.”

“I will call you soon, I promise.”

Hanging up the phone and spinning around to see Mina standing and struggling to change her clothes, not being able to lift her arm was hindering her mobility.

It breaks your heart into tiny pieces, watching her try to do something so basic by herself but hindered by the wound Nayeon inflicted.

Walking back in, you shut the door behind you and help her get dressed. Being her arm for her, slipping her pants on and finagling her sleeves of her sweater so she can slip the arm that she can’t lift through it and be somewhat comfortable.

“What aftercare did the nurse give you?” Grabbing the bag of her things and her hand before leading her out of the room to the door.

Both of you taking it slowly despite the mess at your apartment and the imminent threat of Nayeon, she could be anywhere. The most important things were safe, you and Mina. Everything else is replaceable.

“Just changing bandages and making sure it’s sterile. Stuff my Dad taught me, very easy.” reassuring you that she had it handled.

“Teach me how to do it once we get somewhere safe?” Offering to help care for her as she did for you when you needed her.

Protect her and care for her, that’s all you wanted.

“Of course, baby.” Leaning in to kiss your cheeks as you walk out of the hospital, just happy to be with each other again.

“To your apartment?” Looking up at you as you hail down a cab.

“To the apartment. Can you call your parents and make sure they’re somewhere safe? I don’t want anyone else hurt in this…” worrying about their safety, you can’t handle anymore hurt to loved ones especially after the kindness they showed you.

“I’ll call them on the way.” pulling her phone out of her pocket and scrolling through her contacts.

“Also, your girlfriend, huh?” Making eyes at you and smirking before looking back at her phone and clicking on her Mom’s contact ID.

“I- well I-…uhm.” Stammering and embarrassed, you hadn’t exactly asked her to be your girlfriend yet…

“I like the way that sounds, can I keep that title?” Winking at you, she lifts her phone to her ear to speak with her family about what comes next.

“Please do.” giving her the biggest smile you’ve shown in days.

—

Arriving at the apartment, you see the crime scene tape and the sheriff outside. You and Mina thank the cab driver before getting out and walking up to the officer.

“Ms. Y/n! Thank you for coming so quickly, will you please walk through the apartment and let us know if anything is missing?” Ushering you inside with Mina, he seems to be in a hurry.

All the windows are broken, the couch has been sliced up with a knife, the TV is shattered and the game consoles you had purchased were in pieces in the living room floor. Sighing at the sight of this, you knew it would only get worse further into the house.

The kitchen was covered in shattered dining ware, all your new plates and cups in ruins on the floor. The sink missing chunks of the tub of it and the water spraying everywhere, creating puddles on the floor.

Thinking back to when Mina cleaned the floor after the window shattered and bandaged up your foot on the island that now was coated in broken ceramics…you were just starting to make happy memories here, why would someone ruin this?

Everything is broken tossed around like it was nothing…the only thing left untouched was the black mug that you had matching with her…

Gasping at each room you went into, you made your way to the bedroom to see what else she could’ve done. It’s astonishing to you that someone who was just beaten and shot could do this much damage to a property.

The bed is in shreds, just like the couch. Headboard broken and falling off the frame. Clothes everywhere, thrown around and in pieces just like the rest of your belongings.

Mina grips your hand tighter, refusing to let go of it as you realize that everything you owned was completely dismantled at what you assumed to be Nayeon’s hands and a very sharp knife.

“We can replace it all, I’m not worried about any of this.” Kicking around the fabrics of what were once your favorite shirts and shoes.

“Y/n?” Mina’s voice quivers as she points to the wall.

Heavy red spray paint spelling out, “Sorry she’s gone but you’re mine.”

“What the fuck…” a chill runs through your spine, you knew it was Nayeon the minute you walked in but this…this felt like such a threat, making you nauseous and fearful of how much farther she would take this.

“We need to get out of here.” Turning around to leave and pulling Mina with you, when you feel a vibration in your pocket.

Pulling your phone out, it’s an unknown number…

Waving over the officer to show him the phone, he hands you a device that clicks into the charging port of the phone, explaining that it would track her location via cell towers and then encourages you to answer the call on speaker.

“Hello?”

“Did you like my art on your walls, my love?” Giggling manically at herself, you sit in silence.

“What do you fucking want, Nayeon? Haven’t you done enough already?!” Seethed through clenched teeth as you watch the sheriff signal you to keep her talking.

“Awh baby, are you mad at me? Sorry about your little girlfriend…she was just collateral damage, a pawn in a bigger game. So is your apartment but don’t worry, you can still come home. I miss our showers together, don’t you?” somewhere between manic and seductive, her strange attempt to get you back to your old home was threatening and violent.

You’re unsure how far she’s going to take this and you don’t want to find out what the last resort is after what she’s already done.

“I told you I don’t want anything to do with you.” Trying to keep calm when in reality the storm brewing in your chest could’ve blown the roof off the apartment, ruining it further.

“Look…she’s dead. Gone. I shot her where it counted, so just come home where you belong. With me. Don’t you want to come home to me again, baby? I broke up with Jihyo…it’s over between us. It’s only you, my love. Only you and me.” trying to conceal her tears from you, but you can see and hear right through them.

This was always about control.

The cops puts his hand up, signaling that they had her location.

“You either show up here in the next few hours or else.” The grit in her voice scares you more than you’d ever admit out loud.

“Like what, Nayeon? What else could you possibly hurt me with?” snarky in your response, knowing that you had the upper hand and she wasn’t aware of that.

“Well…don’t forget I know where Momo and Dahyun live. You have 2 hours to get here. No cops. Just you. I love you.” The phone beeps, indicating she’s hung up on you.

Mina has a look of horror on her face, leaning in to hug you. Feeling her shake in fear sparks a rage in you that you cannot explain.

“Is she actually at the old apartment?” The officer nods his head yes.

“I’m going over there. Follow behind me and come inside 15 minutes after I do, do you want me to wear a wire?” to the sheriff, he nods his head again.

Mina is hasty in her protest, practically slamming her fist down on the counter as she spits her argument at you.

“Don’t you fucking dare put yourself in harm’s way again! I thought I lost you the first time and I don’t want to even imagine what losing you would feel like, please…just let them handle it.” Holding back her sobs, she’s distraught and almost inconsolable.

Hugging her as tightly as you can without sparking pain in both of you, you rub her back in reassurance and kiss the top of her head. Holding you so tightly, she refuses to let you go at all, keeping you in her arms, where she would argue you belong. To that you had no rebuttal.

“I’ll be safe, I promise. And you are safe because she thinks…” the words get caught in your throat.

“…she thinks she killed you…I can’t let her go after Momo and Dahyun, I won’t let her go after them.” kissing her forehead and then reminding her of the one key part of this plan of you going to your old home.

“Besides…I’m just a distraction.”

[bycsc]

𝜗𝜚 jihyo ( twice ) lockscreen.

[misanahrs]

can we get even closer, babe? — park jihyo.

now playing: closer - jihyo.

synopsis - jihyo, always composed, finds herself unraveling under the pull of an up-and-coming producer. tension builds, glances linger, and one night in the studio, desire finally takes over—leaving her craving more.

pairing - park jihyo x fem reader.

the first time park jihyo meets you, she forgets how to breathe.

it happens the moment she steps into the studio, the warm glow of dimmed overhead lights casting a golden hue over the room. the space smells of coffee and something a little musky—subtle, yet lingering. the air hums with the quiet buzz of an unfinished track looping in the background.

but none of that matters.

not when you’re standing there, leaning against the mixing console, eyes focused intently on the screen in front of you. your fingers tap rhythmically against your arm, following the beat playing through the speakers, lost in your own world.

jihyo has met countless producers before, worked with some of the most talented in the industry. yet, as soon as you turn, finally acknowledging her presence, something shifts inside her.

you smile—small, effortless, and devastatingly charming.

“hi, you must be jihyo.” your voice is smooth, warm like honey, and suddenly, jihyo is not okay.

her reputation precedes her. she’s park jihyo—leader, professional, always composed. but when she tries to respond, the words catch in her throat.

“i—uh, yes. i mean—yeah. that’s me.”

god.

she never stutters.

your lips twitch slightly, like you’re holding back a laugh, but you don’t tease her for it. instead, you nod, gesturing toward the studio setup. “i’ve been working on a few ideas for the track,” you explain, pressing a few buttons on the console. a soft melody filters through the speakers, delicate yet powerful. “wanted to make sure it complements your pretty voice.” the woman opposite you flushes slightly at your compliment.

jihyo should be listening, should be focusing on the track you’ve spent hours perfecting. but all she can focus on is you—the way your eyes light up when you talk about music, the way you push your hair behind your ear absentmindedly, the way your fingers glide effortlessly over the soundboard like it’s an extension of yourself.

she’s infatuated.

but she needs to get it together.

“it sounds—” she swallows, forces herself to find the right words. “it’s beautiful. i can’t wait to work on it.”

you glance at her then, meeting her gaze fully. for a moment, there’s something unreadable in your expression, something almost curious—like you’re studying her just as much as she’s been studying you.

jihyo feels her pulse quicken.

this is going to be a problem.

⸻

it gets worse.

she tries to shake it, the strange effect you have on her, but it’s impossible. every session, every conversation, every single time your fingers brush against each others when you hand her a pair of headphones—she feels it.

and the worst part? she’s not subtle about it.

the members notice immediately. nayeon catches the way jihyo sits up straighter whenever you walk in. momo smirks when she stumbles over her words while trying to thank you for a vocal note. even chaeyoung, who usually minds her own business, raises a brow when jihyo very obviously stares as you explain a melody progression.

she’s so obvious, and it’s infuriating.

but the breaking point comes during a late-night session.

you’re working on harmonies, tweaking layers to fit perfectly with the instrumental. jihyo is in the recording booth, headphones snug over her ears, mic in front of her.

she should be nailing this part—it’s well within her range, and she’s practiced it enough times to perfect it.

but she doesn’t.

on purpose.

the first time, she barely misses the note. the second time, her voice wavers just slightly. and the third time—well, she makes it obvious.

“hmm.” you tilt your head, finger tapping your chin. “that didn’t sound quite right. try again?”

jihyo bites her lip, pretending to think. “i don’t know… maybe i just need a bit of guidance?”

the silence that follows is deafening.

you blink at her through the glass, processing her words. jihyo doesn’t miss the way nayeon—who insisted on sitting in this session—buries her face in her hands to hide her laughter.

but then, you move.

you step inside the booth, closing the door behind you. suddenly, it’s just the two of you, standing close—too close.

“here.” your voice is softer now, more intimate in the enclosed space. “let me show you.”

jihyo doesn’t breathe as you take the headphones from her, slipping them over your own ears. then, ever so effortlessly, you sing the line—hitting every note with the kind of precision that makes her lightheaded.

her mind short-circuits.

you finish, lowering the headphones, waiting for her to repeat it. but jihyo? she just… stares.

your lips twitch. “jihyo?”

she blinks. “right. yes. singing. i—okay.”

mortifying. absolutely mortifying.

somehow, she gets through it, voice steadier this time (though not from concentration—more from sheer desperation to recover).

when the session ends, she lingers behind, waiting until the members leave. you’re packing up, humming the melody under your breath, when she finally decides to speak.

“…you’re incredible.” she whispers, so quiet you almost don’t hear it.

your hands still on the soundboard. then, slowly, you turn to face her.

jihyo swears she sees a flicker of something—fondness? amusement?—before you reply.

“so are you, pretty girl.”

jihyo swallows. “i—”

but before she can embarrass herself further, you smile, slinging your bag over your shoulder.

“see you next session, jihyo.”

and with that, you’re gone, leaving jihyo standing there—completely, utterly wrecked.

oh, she’s so screwed.

⸻

the studio is quiet.

not the kind of quiet that soothes, but the kind that hums with unspoken things, thick in the air, pressing against the walls.

jihyo is alone, sitting in the dim glow of the control panel, fingers tapping absentmindedly against the armrest of her chair. the session ended an hour ago, the others long gone, but she stayed—pretending she had something to finish, something important.

but she’s just stalling.

because she knows.

she knows you’re still here.

and sure enough, the moment she hears the studio door click shut behind her, her whole body tenses.

she doesn’t turn around.

doesn’t have to.

she can already feel you there, standing just a few feet away.

the silence stretches, heavy.

then, your voice—low, deliberate.

“are you going to keep pretending you don’t feel it?”

jihyo’s breath catches.

slowly, so slowly, she turns in her chair, finally looking at you.

you’re standing near the console, arms crossed, eyes locked onto hers with an intensity that makes it impossible to look away.

jihyo swallows. “i—”

but the words catch in her throat, because you look at her like you already know the truth.

like you’ve always known.

your gaze flickers over her, assessing, like you’re trying to decode her, to unravel every excuse, every hesitation.

when she doesn’t answer, you take a step closer.

and another.

until you’re standing right in front of her, so close that she can see the way your jaw tightens, the way your fingers twitch at your sides—like you’re holding yourself back.

“jihyo.” her name leaves your lips softer this time, but it doesn’t ease the tension. if anything, it only makes it worse.

she hates how she reacts to you—how her pulse quickens, how her stomach twists, how her body leans in without thinking.

“you keep looking at me like that,” you murmur, voice steady but filled with something dangerous, “and then acting like it doesn’t mean anything.”

jihyo grips the armrest, grounding herself. “i—i don’t—”

you exhale sharply, shaking your head.

“don’t lie to me,” you say, and it’s not an accusation—it’s a plea.

and god, jihyo wants to deny it. wants to tell you that you’re wrong, that she’s just tired, that she’s just focused on work.

but she can’t.

because the truth is standing right in front of her—breathing, waiting, burning.

jihyo feels her resolve cracking, feels the weight of every moment that led to this—every stolen glance, every lingering touch, every word left unsaid.

you see it happen.

you see the way her fingers tighten around the chair, the way her lips part like she wants to say something—anything—but can’t.

and then, you do something reckless.

you reach out, slow, measured, and brush your fingertips against her wrist.

it’s barely a touch.

but it shatters her.

jihyo sucks in a breath, eyes flickering between your hand and your face, completely frozen.

“just say it,” you whisper, voice barely audible.

jihyo’s chest aches.

she wants to.

but she’s terrified.

terrified of what happens if she admits it, if she lets this thing—this gravity between you—take over.

but then, your fingers curl around her wrist, grounding her in the present, in you.

and for the first time since meeting you, she doesn’t run from it.

her lips part, and this time, the words don’t get stuck.

“i feel it.”

your eyes search hers, looking for something—hesitation, regret, doubt.

but there’s none.

there’s only truth.

you exhale, a sound so soft, so relieved, that it makes jihyo’s chest feel impossibly tight.

you nod, just once, before murmuring, “good.”

then, without another word, you step back, letting go of her wrist.

jihyo immediately misses the warmth.

you reach for your bag, slinging it over your shoulder. before leaving, you glance at her one last time, something unreadable flickering across your expression.

“see you tomorrow, jihyo.”

and then you’re gone.

jihyo stares at the empty doorway, heart pounding.

she is so, so screwed.

⸻

the studio feels different tonight.

the air is heavier, thick with something neither of you have named yet. the usual quiet hum of the equipment, the faint buzz of the city outside—it all fades into the background. because all jihyo can focus on is you.

you, standing just a few steps away, looking at her like you know exactly what she’s thinking.

because you do.

you’ve always known.

jihyo swallows, fingers tightening around the edge of the soundboard.

the session ended an hour ago. the other members left even before that. but neither of you moved. neither of you could.

not after what happened last night.

jihyo still feels the ghost of your touch on her wrist, still hears the way your voice had dropped to a whisper, asking her to just say it.

and she had.

she had said it, and now she doesn’t know what the hell comes next.

but then, you take a step forward.

slow, careful—like you’re giving her a chance to stop this, to walk away.

but jihyo doesn’t move.

she doesn’t want to.

you step closer again, and her breath catches because now you’re close enough for her to see everything—the way your pupils are slightly blown, the way your lips part just barely, like you’re waiting.

jihyo exhales, a shaky thing, her heartbeat erratic.

this is dangerous.

this is reckless.

but when you reach out, fingers brushing over the hem of her sleeve—she breaks.

jihyo moves before she can think, before she can hesitate. one second, she’s standing frozen, and the next—

she’s kissing you.

and god, it’s a mess.

it’s rushed and desperate, all teeth and lips and breathless sighs, like she’s trying to make up for every single second she spent pretending she didn’t want this.

you gasp against her lips, and jihyo takes the sound like a victory, like oxygen, pulling you closer, her hands threading into your hair, tugging.

you melt into, your hands gripping her waist with a sense of urgency, almost as if you don’t want to let her go—just enough to make her whimper into your mouth.

jihyo burns.

you tilt your head, deepening the kiss, and it’s too much—the way you taste, the way your hands slide down her back, the way your body presses against hers, like you’re trying to erase the space between you.

she lets you.

she wants you.

she craves you.

the edge of the soundboard digs into her hip, but she doesn’t care. all she cares about is the way you’re touching her—like you’ve been waiting just as long as she has.

when you pull back, just slightly, jihyo chases your lips, refusing to let the moment slip away.

you chuckle, breathless, before murmuring, “so much for keeping things professional.”

jihyo huffs out something between a laugh and a moan as your lips find the sharp line of her jaw, leaving slow, deliberate kisses.

her head tilts back instinctively, eyes fluttering shut. “you started it.”

your lips curl against her skin. “no, jihyo.” you press another kiss just below her ear, voice dropping lower. “you did.”

jihyo shivers.

because you’re right.

this was inevitable.

this was always going to happen.

and now that she has you—now that she’s tasted you—she’s never letting this go.

she’s never letting you go.

because she is oh so screwed.

⸻

the studio is bathed in a soft glow, the dim lighting casting flickering shadows along the walls. the world outside doesn’t exist anymore—not the endless schedules, not the rules, not the weight of shouldn’ts pressing down on jihyo’s shoulders.

because right now, there is only this—the space between you, shrinking with every breath.

your fingers trail down her arms, slow and deliberate, leaving goosebumps in their wake. jihyo shudders, her pulse stuttering beneath your touch.

“jihyo,” you murmur, her name slipping from your lips like something sacred, like a mantra, like a song, like a prayer.

she melts.

your lips meet hers again, softer this time—lingering, savouring. there’s no rush, no urgency, just the quiet certainty that this moment belongs to both of you.

jihyo sighs against your mouth, tilting her head as your hands move to her waist, gripping just firmly enough to make her ache.

“you’re so beautiful,” you whisper against her skin, lips trailing down the column of her throat. jihyo gasps, her hands gripping the front of your shirt like you might disappear if she lets go.

you won’t.

you’re here.

and god, she wants all of you.

her back presses against the mixing console, buttons lighting up under her weight, but neither of you care. your hands slide beneath the hem of her shirt, fingertips tracing along the smooth skin of her waist, and jihyo exhales shakily, her head falling back in pure bliss.

she trusts you.

enough to let you see her like this—bare, undone, stripped of every carefully maintained composure.

you take your time, your touch reverent, worshipful, as if she is something fragile and precious. and maybe, in this moment, she is.

but then—you kiss her again, and it’s deeper, hungrier, laced with something she can’t quite name.

longing.

desperation.

love.

she lets herself fall into it, lets herself feel.

and when you whisper her name, your voice trembling with the same need that’s been building inside her for far too long—

jihyo surrenders.

and she’s glad she does—because she feels like she’s floating.

your touch, your lips, the warmth of your breath against her skin—it all blurs together, wrapping around her like a melody she never wants to end.

her back presses against the console, the faint glow of the buttons casting shadows across the dimly lit studio. the air between you hums with something electric, something neither of you have the strength to resist anymore.

“jihyo,” you murmur, voice thick with emotion, your fingers tracing slow, reverent patterns against her skin. “look at me.”

she does.

and the moment your eyes meet, something inside her shatters.

because you’re looking at her like she’s the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen—and she is. like this moment, this night, this version of her—breathless and undone—is something you’ll never forget.

jihyo exhales shakily, hands finding purchase against your shoulders, grounding herself in the warmth of your body.

“i’m here, baby,” you whisper, pressing the softest of kisses to her jaw, then lower, slow and deliberate, as if memorising every inch of her. “just let go.”

jihyo doesn’t know how to do that.

she’s spent years holding herself together, controlling every emotion, every reaction. being park jihyo—leader, performer, perfectionist—has never left much room for vulnerability.

but with you…

with you, she isn’t park jihyo.

she’s just a woman who wants to be loved.

and god, the way you touch her—like she’s something delicate, something sacred—feels like love.

she lets out a trembling breath as your hands slide lower, fingertips leaving trails of warmth in their wake. every touch, every kiss, every whispered word sends a spark through her veins, building, burning.

when your lips find hers again, she moans into your mouth, fingers curling into your shirt.

you deepen the kiss, slow and unhurried, like you have all the time in the world to explore her, to learn every way she falls apart beneath you.

jihyo’s world tilts, her mind hazy, lost in the press of your body against hers. the studio, the rules, the consequences—none of it matters anymore.

only this.

only you.

your hands trace the curve of her spine, your touch sending shivers down her skin. she gasps, eyes fluttering shut, her head falling back as you kiss along her collarbone, each touch more intoxicating than the last.

and when you whisper her name—soft, reverent, filled with something more than just desire—jihyo realises she’s never felt like this before.

she exhales a shaky breath, fingers threading into your hair, pulling you impossibly closer.

“please,” she whispers, barely recognising her own voice.

you pause, lifting your head to meet her gaze.

your eyes search hers, silent, steady, asking.

jihyo swallows hard, her heart pounding so loudly she swears you can hear it. but for once, she doesn’t hesitate.

she cups your face in her hands, thumbs tracing the curve of your cheek, her voice barely above a whisper.

“i want this. i want you.”

you hold her gaze for a long moment, something tender flickering across your expression before you finally lean in, pressing your forehead to hers.

your next kiss is different.

slower. deeper.

a silent promise.

jihyo surrenders to you completely, letting herself drown in your touch, your warmth, the quiet certainty that this—whatever it is—is real.

and for the first time in a long time, she doesn’t think about tomorrow.

she only thinks about you.

and she feels weightless.

your hands, your lips, the warmth of your body pressed against hers—it’s all consuming, leaving her breathless in a way no stage, no performance, ever has.

the studio hums around you, the faint glow of equipment casting soft shadows, but jihyo’s world has narrowed to just this—to you.

you kiss her again, slow and deep, like you have all the time in the world to memorise her. she melts into it, into you, her fingers gripping the front of your shirt as if anchoring herself to something real.

because this is real.

more real than the flashing lights and rehearsed smiles, more real than the endless expectations pressing down on her shoulders.

with you, she isn’t a leader. she isn’t an idol. she isn’t someone who has to always be in control.

she’s just jihyo.

and when your hands slide along the curve of her through her underwear, when your lips leave a trail of warmth against her skin, she lets out a trembling breath and lets herself fall.

you hold her like she’s something precious, something worth savouring. every touch is slow, deliberate, worshipful. there’s no rush, no urgency—just the quiet certainty that this moment is yours.

you press soft kisses along her jaw, down the column of her throat, pausing when you feel her pulse stutter beneath your lips.

“jihyo,” you murmur, voice thick with something more than just desire.

something deeper.

something dangerous.

she swallows hard, her head tilting back, giving in, giving you everything.

your hands trace up her sides, fingers ghosting over the hem of her shirt, silently asking.

jihyo exhales shakily, her own hands reaching for you, tracing along your back, your shoulders, anywhere she can touch.

she wants this.

she wants you.

she wants to be seen, to be held, to be known—not as a performer, not as a leader, but as the woman she is beneath it all.

and god, the way you touch her—like you’re memorising every part of her, like she’s something sacred—makes her chest ache in ways she doesn’t understand.

she pulls you closer, lips parting against yours, a silent plea that you understand without words.

and when you whisper her name, soft and reverent, she realises she’s never felt safer in someone’s arms.

so she lets go.

“closer,” she whines breathlessly, trying to tug you closer to her roughly—despite there already being no space—“need you closer.”

lets herself be undone.

lets herself be loved.

ignoring just how screwed she is.

⸻

jihyo wakes slowly, her body feeling languid, her limbs still heavy with the remnants of last night. the sheets are cool against her bare skin, but the warmth of you still lingers—on her lips, on her throat, on her chest, between her thighs.

she stretches, a soft groan slipping from her lips as she blinks against the pale morning light filtering through the blinds. every shift, every movement, sends a dull, pleasant ache through her body—a reminder of how thoroughly you had taken her apart. her lips curl into a lazy smile.

and then—her phone buzzes.

she frowns, reaching for it blindly on the nightstand, her body too relaxed to move with urgency. the screen illuminates with a notification—you.

morning, pretty girl. play this somewhere private.

jihyo’s stomach tightens.

her fingers hover over the message for a moment, anticipation curling in her chest like a slow, seductive burn. she already knows whatever you’ve sent isn’t something she should be listening to first thing in the morning—but god, she wants to.

with a deep breath, she taps on the video.

the screen flickers to life, revealing a dimly lit recording of your laptop, the soft glow of your production software casting a familiar hue across the display.

her brows furrow slightly, watching as your fingers move the cursor, clicking play on a single audio file.

and then—

a breathless whimper fills the silence.

her whimper.

raw. needy. completely unfiltered.

jihyl freezes. her breath catches.

more sounds follow—a soft gasp, the quiet, teasing hum of your voice, the rustle of fabric, the low creak of the studio chair. then a muffled moan—hers—cut off by the unmistakable sound of your lips meeting hers.

jihyo’s body tenses, her skin flushing with warmth, heat pooling low in her stomach as she listens to the undeniable proof of last night’s destruction.

her fingers tighten around her phone.

the audio continues, layering gasps and whispered names into something intoxicating, something deliciously sinful. the shift of bodies, the breathless edge in your voice as you murmured her name like it was something holy—it’s all there.

and god, she can hear herself breaking.

can hear the exact moment she gave in—when her voice trembled, when she whispered your name like a plea, when her breath hitched as you touched her in ways no one else ever had, making her feel things she had only dreamt of before.

the recording captures everything—every shaky inhale, every desperate sigh, every moment where words failed and only sensation remained.

jihyo swallows hard, her thighs pressing together tightly, the heat in her stomach twisting into something almost unbearable and she wonders how you recorded it.

but then-

the realisation hit.

the console.

she remembers now—the way she had climbed onto it, her knees bracketing your hips, hands tangling in your hair, her body arching under your touch. she had leaned back, fingers gripping the edge—

and must have pressed record.

her stomach flips, mortification and arousal warring inside her as she stares at the screen.

she recorded it herself.

and you found it.

before she can even process the sheer devastation of this discovery, you pause the recording—before it had even approached a quarter of the way in, jihyo notes, adding to her horror—you flip the camera around and your voice slips through—low, teasing, filled with the same wicked amusement that had driven her insane all night. “guess we made more than just music last night.”

the audio cuts off.

jihyo stares at her phone, heart pounding, breath uneven. the room suddenly feels too warm, the sheets too suffocating.

she should be mortified.

she should tell you off for the recording of something so scandalous, so utterly devastating.

but instead—she bites her lip.

because the only thing she can think about now is you—the way you had touched her, tasted her, unravelled her with nothing but your hands, your mouth, your voice.

and she wants more.

before she can stop herself, she’s already typing—

delete that right now.

a pause.

her pulse thrums, her body still burning. her breath uneven, chest rising and falling too quickly, her mind still playing back every single sound, every whispered plea.

and then, almost immediately—

send me the full version.

[alcoholfreenayeon]

Omg can you please do a continuation/part 2 where the other members help her out too🙏

Got the thrills Pt.2

CW: G!p Mina x Dahyun x Jihyo, smut, nsfw, oral, creampie, hint of fluff

A/N: Well here it is, I hope you like it anon, lemme know if you want a pt3🤭. Oh also I’ve started a tag list so if you guys want to be a part of it just let me know❤️.

Mina scrolled through her phone aimlessly, a bit bored. They were all supposed to leave by now but because of bad weather they ended up having to stay a couple days more. She sighed as she cycled through the same few apps aimlessly. Just as she was putting her phone down, ready to just take a nap to get rid of her boredom, there was a knock on her door. She gets up, opening the door cautiously only to see it’s Jihyo.

“Hi”, Mina says politely, opening the door completely and letting her in.

Jihyo walked in confidently giving Mina a once over before sitting on the edge of Mina’s bed looking at her. “I was rewatching the live stream Mina. I didn’t realize just how naughty you were being back there.”, Jihyo smirked.

Mina bit her tongue, looking away trying not to smile. “It was a spur of the moment but I’d say it was worth it…”.

Jihyo grinned, “Yeah I don’t blame you especially with the solo stages and all”, she shifted slightly, patting the sides, inviting Mina to sit next to her but accidentally knocks Mina’s phone off to the side on the floor. “Sorry”, Jihyo apologizes as she goes to the side to look for it.

At the same time, there was another knock on the door, Mina opened it to find a shy Dahyun quickly entering, not knowing Jihyo is here too because she was on the floor beside the bed, looking for Mina’s phone. She turns her back to the bed, facing the door and Mina, chewing on her lip nervously, “Uhm…unnie…I was just wondering..”, she fiddles with her pigtail nervously, “if you could…help me a little”.

Mina stepped closer, placing a hand on her chin, smirking, “What do you mean?”.

Dahyun bites her lip, trying not to meet Mina’s eyes, “uhm…you know…just”, Dahyun turns away, facing the bed again her face flushed only to find a surprised Jihyo sitting on it looking at her, “Jihyo unnie???”, she exclaims in surprise.

Mina then hugs her from behind, resting her head on Dahyun’s shoulders, “Don’t be shy, I’m sure Jihyo unnie won’t mind helping you-I mean us”.

Jihyo smirks, sitting up straighter, biting her finger, eyeing both girls greedily. She gets off the bed, approaching the duo confidently, placing her hands on Dahyun’s hips. “So what do you think we should do Mina, our poor Dahyun is feeling…naughty”.

Dahyun’s cheeks flush upon hearing that but she can’t deny it, she had watched the live stream back too and it stirred something in her. She nervously squirms in their arms.

Mina turns her head, kissing Dahyun’s cheek lovingly before gently biting her neck causing Dahyun to moan sharply. Jihyo giggles, gripping her waist tightly and leaning in, kissing her passionately. Dahyun can’t help but be turned on by this, losing all control with Mina biting and sucking her neck while Jihyo is beginning to make out with her. As Jihyo and Dahyun kiss, Mina leaves a trail of marks Dahyun’s neck, her hands roaming to grope Dahyun’s chest. A few moments later, Jihyo pulls back, grinning at Dahyun panting and her flushed face.

Mina then makes Dahyun gasp by suddenly turning her around so Dahyun faces her and now Mina makes out with her, holding her face possessively. Jihyo uses this opportunity to play with Dahyun’s ass, groping it through her skirt when Mina abruptly ends the make out session, breathing heavily, “Dahyun….be a good girl for me please…”, Mina politely says, pushing Dahyun down on her knees. Jihyo stops her halfway, grinning as she gets an idea, she places herself below Dahyun so that Dahyun can sit on Jihyo’s face while serving Mina.

Mina quickly takes off her shorts, letting her cock out, nearly slapping Dahyun’s face as it’s free. Dahyun looks up at in awe, it seems so much bigger and thicker up close but her admiration is cut short as Jihyo’s tongue works her magic, nearly causing her to fall over. Dahyun takes a few deep breaths, trying to calm herself as she feels Jihyo push her tongue inside her. She tries to focus on Mina, stroking her cock slowly despite not being able to wrap her hands around it completely. She slowly braces herself before wrapping her mouth around her tip, giving slow swirls of her tongue, her mouth is already feel stretched and it’s just the head. She gulps in her head and continues to roll her tongue, already able to taste Mina’s precum. A few more swirls and Dahyun feels a bit more confident, beginning to bob her head slowly take a bit more of her cock.

Jihyo meanwhile is enjoying herself as she throughly explores Dahyun’s pussy, her face is already drenched in her juices and she can’t seem to get enough. She pushes her tongue as deep as she can in her folds, holding her thighs around her head tightly almost like she wants Dahyun to not only suffocate her face with her pussy but also crush her head with her thighs.

Mina on the other hand has her eyes closed, one hand on Dahyun’s head, stroking her head slowly as she enjoys Dahyun. In truth, it was taking Mina all her willpower to not hold her head and just fuck her face mercilessly but since Dahyun was so shy about this as well as the fact that Mina didn’t want to be so rough with her younger member, she was restraining herself. It was a real struggle though since Dahyun was doing so well. Mina had her eyes closed not only because of the pleasure but also because if she saw her innocent and adorable Dahyun sucking her cock this good she would cum on the spot but at the same time she felt it would be a shame to cum without her whole length being down her throat. And as the pleasure kept increasing it was also getting harder to think clearly about this which was beginning to frustrate her.

Dahyun now bobbing her head skillfully start to moan into Mina’s cock as she feels her own release approaching rapidly which in turn sends vibrations on her cock giving her more pleasure. She grabs Mina’s hips and begins to bob her head faster wanting to make her cum before she cums herself. It seems to work as Mina grabs her head with her other hand too, holding tightly. She squeezes her legs around Jihyo tightly as she gets real close.

Mina is breathing heavily, panting almost, trying so hard to fight off her release but it’s also feeling too good to keep fighting against it. She starts to grit her teeth and is digging her nails in Dahyun’s head, breathing hard, “Ah-fuck!..D-Dahyun…ke-keep….keep going…”

Jihyo now moving her hands away from Dahyun’s thighs since she was seriously getting suffocated from how hard Dahyun was squeezing her head with them, decided to move her hands to Dahyun’s tits, wiggling her hands underneath her top and tweaking her nipples. She smiles inwardly and pinches them while at the same time sucking her clit and that does it.

Dahyun forces her head away from Mina’s cock and let’s put a high pitched squeal as she cums, coating Jihyo’s face further and holding onto Mina to stop herself from collapsing. As she pants, she shudders from her aftershocks as Jihyo keeps sucking and licking her clit, whimpering and yelping as she’s so sensitive right now.

Mina looks down at her in disapproval and annoyance as she feels her release slip away. She lets Dahyun catch her breath and she herself relaxes for a few moments before growling, “I told you not to stop.”, she pulls Dahyun up on her feet by her hair causing her to yelp, “I even let you go at your own pace but I guess you aren’t the good girl I thought you were. I’ll do things my way now.”

Dahyun feels scared for a moment by Mina’s sudden aggression but calms down a bit a moment later, “No, I didn’t mean to…I was just…Jihyo made me feel too good and I….”, Dahyun stumbles in her answer, knowing she did act a bit selfishly. Jihyo grins to herself, proud that her skills were the cause of this.

Mina sighs, “Ok I understand…you were already horny when you came here so…but”, She grabs Dahyun by her chin, “You are going to get on your knees again right now and let me use your mouth till I’m done. I don’t care this time if you want to or are cumming because Jihyo is not going to stop eating you out. So be a good girl for real this time and let me fuck your mouth.” Saying this, she pushed her down gently, ready to begin.

Dahyun obediently gets on her knees, looking up at Mina innocently as she gives her cock a few strokes before tentatively taking it in her mouth. She bobs her head a couple times, trying to get herself used to her size again but almost immediately she feels Mina grab hold of her head firmly and thrusts her cock all the way in. Dahyun’s eyes widen and she gags as Mina’s cock hits the back of her throat, her hands grabbing Mina’s thighs in response but it’s of no use. Her throat is repeatedly fucked relentlessly by Mina.

Jihyo continues to eat Dahyun out, feeling the effect of Mina pounding Dahyun’s throat as she clenches and releases her legs around her whenever Mina becomes rougher. She doesn’t let it affect her and does her best to make Dahyun cum again as quick as she can.

Mina is now holding onto Dahyun’s pigtails, using them to steer her face onto her cock as she becomes faster and rougher in fucking her face. Her hips begin to buckle and with a heavy breath Mina slams her cock down Dahyun’s throat one last time, holding her head tightly and groans as she begins to cum. Shooting huge waves of hot thick semen into Dahyun’s throat and mouth. Wave after wave, it just keeps spilling out, Dahyun’s mouth already full as her cheeks puff out and it begins to dribble out onto her chin. Mina still keeps cumming, her orgasm more intense after Dahyun had unintentionally edged her earlier, she grinds her cock slightly as she spurts out some more cum and Dahyun’s eyes widen as she chokes and coughs, semen even leaking out of her nose now. Finally after almost a minute, Mina lets go of her head and Dahyun quickly pulls back, coughing and panting, she manages to swallow the cum in her mouth slowly, her eyes hazy and unfocused. Mina looks down at her, finding the messy look on Dahyun really hot and her cock begins to harden again.

Just as Dahyun was gaining some sense back her eyes roll up and she cums, gasping and collapsing on top of Jihyo, shuddering as the pleasure overtakes her. Jihyo gets up slowly, panting herself, grinning at Dahyun’s appearance. “Wow you really made a mess of her….her face is looking so….used.”, her eyes go to Jihyo and she gasps in pleasant surprise, “Mina! You are already hard again?”

“Jihyo unnie, you have just been selfless today, let me take care of you now”, Mina said, standing up and Jihyo was happy to oblige, laying on her back, she spread her legs invitingly.

Mina wasted no time, slowly entering Jihyo, stretching her walls wide, sighing as she felt her warmth. Soon enough, Mina was thrusting fast, hard and deep into her. She had pinned Jihyo’s hands on either side of her head and was pounding her eagerly. She looked into Jihyo’s eyes greedily as she fucked her, liking the dynamic as her leader so willingly gave herself up to her, it just turned on Mina more.

Jihyo had her legs wrapped around Mina, moaning and sighing as she felt her pleasure build up rapidly. Soon enough, Jihyo moaned loudly, her walls clenching as she cums. This spurs on Mina’s own release and she begins to thrust faster before hilting herself deep into Jihyo, sighing as she began to shoot hot cum straight at her cervix causing Jihyo’s orgasm to prolong.

Sighing hard, Mina collapses on top of Jihyo who smiles lovingly, wrapping her hand around her neck, stroking her back. She kisses Mina’s forehead only to realize the girl had already fallen asleep. She lets out a small sigh as she feels her own waves of sleepiness approaching and doesn’t fight, all three of them passing out from their endeavors….

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