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LOVE ME BACK â yu jimin
after a nasty breakup with your boyfriend of two years, you find solace in a bar and a mystery womanâs arms. you were convinced it was just a one time thing. yet, you didnât expect to see her again at your workplace.
TAGS â fluff, lowk crack, suggestive themes, mentions of sex and alcohol, ceo!rina, office au, reader has a boyfriend (at first), hwang hyunjin as plot device, mentions of cheating, probably a hr violation, jealousy, hidden relationship, cursing
WORDCOUNT â 10.3k
when you were younger, your dream was to be an astronaut. now in your early twenties, youâve succumbed to the average 9-5 job that every adult hates. your job was a pain in the neck, figuratively and literally. staring at a computer all day was tough work, but if you said that out loud, you would seem like a lunatic.
your hands dance bleakly across the keyboard, fingers tapping insistently to finish the report. maybe you would even get home on time today. a vibration from your phone distracts your focus, a message from your boyfriend.
staring at the notification, you sigh and pick up your phone to text back. itâs a chain of messages, ranging from urgent calls to angry scoldings. your eyes narrow as a call comes in, displaying, hyun âĄ.
âhyunjin oppa,â you whisper, âiâm at work.â
âyouâre still at work? i thought i told you that my sisterâs visiting today? my mumâs cooking for you.â
groaning internally, you reply softly, âiâm really sorry but this report will probably take half an hour more. tell unnie and auntie iâll be late.â
hyunjinâs voice rings through the phone, irritated, âi told you about it. did you forget or are you just not willing to spend time with my family?â
âi didnât forget, seriously, and you know i love your family and your mumâs cooking.â
thatâs kind of a lie. you werenât really welcomed with his family. his mother had objected to your relationship from the get go. his father was cold and indifferent. his sister was the only one who actually talked to you. but his motherâs cooking was good.
âyouâre prioritising your work over spending time with me,â hyunjin states.
âi made this clear from the start,â you pinch your nose bridge, âmy job always comes first.â
his annoyed tone shines through, bright as day, âi donât get why youâre still working at that firm. i can provide for the both of us.â
you sigh, frustrated at hyunjinâs insolence.
âi enjoy this job,â a lie, âi donât want to just stay in my apartment all day with nothing to do and i worked hard to get here.â true.
âthatâs why you should just move in with me.â with that mother of his? no way in hell.
âi like my apartment,â you say firmly, glancing at the unfinished report open, âoppa, if youâre just going to scold me, at least do it later. iâm working now.â
âyouâre always working. how can you work so much? y/n, are you preoccupied with something else? or someone?â
anger bubbles lowly in your veins.
âwhat on earth are you saying?â
âiâm saying that you may be busy with someone. whatever, if youâre always working, letâs just end things here. i canât always be waiting for you at home.â
âyou donât make time for me either. on my off-days, you always hang out with your friends. how many dates have you cancelled?â
âiâm sorry i have a social life. my life doesnât revolve around spending time with you. if you have a problem with it, letâs break up.â
you roll your eyes. you would be amused at how a 24 year old would think so irrationally, if that 24 year old wasnât breaking up with you right now. your hand forms a fist on the table. maybe hyunjin was fine with lazing around at home, letting his mother serve him like a maid. but you werenât. hyunjin didnât have any ambitions, dropping out of college after his first year, claiming it was too difficult. you had only cooed at him gently, his first and only year at college was when you met him and started dating.
âfine. letâs break up as you wish. ask yeji unnie to pack my things at your house, iâll pick it upââ
the call ends abruptly, youâre baffled at his childish antics. groaning, you throw your head into your hands. was your two year relationship really ending here? over a phone call? tossing your phone to the side, you perk up, determined to take your mind off your boyfriend. you still had a job to do after all.
yet, the thought of losing the two years youâve spent with hyunjin makes you frown. he wasnât a bad boyfriend. he was a nice guy, most of the time. he was a man after all, he had his stupid moments. spending two years with him meant that some part of you actually liked him. maybe not to the extent of love. youâve never thought about it.
is that why he broke up with you? because you werenât in it for love? was hwang hyunjin just another guy for you to past time with? if you couldnât find love with a guy like hyunjin, whoâs good looking and well-mannered, who could you find love with? were you some emotionless robot who didnât care for othersâ feelings?
forcefully removing these persisting questions from your head, you focus on the report. missing fabric, wrong dimensions, plagiarised designs, what was wrong with this fashion company?
âsunbae, still not clocking out?â kim minjeong, the new intern and coincidentally, your junior from high school, peeks above your computer. you shake your head, smiling sheepishly at her, âdonât call me sunbae, Iâm ms seo right now.â
minjeong pouts, âsorry, iâm just not used to it. and youâre only like, a year older. want me to wait for you?â
you eye the report with distain, grimacing, âitâs okay, minjeong. you can go first, i think this will take a long time.â
the younger girl nods and quickly leaves. youâve never wished you were someone else so badly before. your eyes follow minjeong from her cubicle to the lift. you slap your cheeks, willing yourself to focus.
after a few excruciating long hours, you clap your hands merrily, eyes gleaming with excitement and happiness. the stupid report was finally finished! you hum happily as you pack up your things. once you had picked up your bag, a notification graces your phone.
swiping up, itâs a text from yeji, warning you that hyunjin had left the house urgently. concerned, but not panicking, you reply saying that maybe he went out for fresh air. yejiâs next few messages are about how their mother is blaming you for hyunjinâs bad mood.
whatever. you canât find it in yourself to care.
still overjoyed by the fact you had finished the mundane report, you head down to the lobby, grinning. a few employees who were still there eyed you weirdly but you brushed them off. today was a good day, despite stupid hyunjin.
as the doors open, you bring out your phone. no new messages from hyunjin or yeji. maybe it was partially your fault for making promises you couldnât keep. ugh. the late night graces your presence, streets filled with busy cars. you check the time, 8pm. you should take your mind off hyunjin. and what better way to do so than to go get drunk?
you quickly text yizhuo, whoâs probably also drinking right now.
seo y/n [8.26pm]:
are u at jiwoongâs bar?
i just ended
ning yizhuo [8.27pm]:
howâd you know?
iâm drinking with chenle
come unnie
chenle? you furrow your brows. wasnât he that super rich kid who yizhuo plays video games with? ah, whatever, you seriously need to get drunk now.
swiftly hauling down a cab (honestly, props to you. calling a taxi at night was basically war), you make your way to the bar.
itâs a relatively new establishment, furnished with matte dark oak floorings and a sleek marble bar. it was the closest bar to your workplace, making it a common meeting area for you and your co-workers. normally, during the last day of each month, team manager kim would bring you to go drinking. you push at the doors, the sight of two figures yelling at each other greet you. usually, you would have ignored it. itâs a bar, itâs common to have drunk people fighting. yet, when you squinted closely, realisation struck you.
âhyunjin?â you gasp, âwhat are you doing here?â
your ex-boyfriend swerves around, eyes blazing with fury as yizhuo curses at him.
âwhere were you?â he demands, âi texted you multiple times.â
you turn on your phone, grimacing at the countless messages.
âit was on silent mode. if you want to talk, letâs go outside, donât disturb the people here.â
yizhuo attempts to follow but you just hold a hand out. if hyunjin hurt yizhuo, you would never forgive yourself. besides, this was something you had to do alone.
begrudgingly, hyunjin agrees and exits the bar. out in the street, you take note of his dishevelled self.
âwhyâd you decide to come here? i know youâre here to find another guy. who is it? iâll fucking kill him,â hyunjin seethes. you notice the slight flush in his face. was he drunk?
unable to remain passive, you say firmly, âhyunjin, you said you wanted to break up. now that iâve seen you, letâs break up.â
âare you fucking serious?â he asks incredulously, âi came all the way here to find you and you are the one breaking up with me?â
you retort, âyou are the one who said you want to end things. if i found another guy, so what? weâre not dating anymore.â
your last few words hit a nerve. hyunjinâs hands fly out to grab your arms, furiously digging his fingernails into your wrists.
âiâll fucking kill you if you leave me for another man, donât test me seo y/n,â he growls. disgusted, you try to escape from his hold. being taller and a guy, heâs obviously stronger. you feel your skin breaking at the edge.
âlet go!â you grit your teeth, trying to pry his fingers off. he relentlessly grips on, even managing to avoid any attempts of your escape.
slow, steady footsteps approach. you notice the look of anxiety on hyunjinâs face. what would this look like to an outsider? his grip doesnât lessen however. the figure opens the doors, raising an eyebrow.
âwhat the hell are you looking at?â hyunjin snarls. your eyes fly to the stranger. itâs a woman, thank god.
despite your current predicament, you canât help but admire the woman staring at you. her face was sculpted by the gods; dark, deep, hypnotising eyes, a tall nose bridge, red, full lips that formed a thin line.
âwhy are you assaulting a woman?â god, you could just die hearing her voice. husky and intimidating, hyunjin was practically quivering in his feet.
âi-iâm not doing anything! youâre the one staring at us, bitch.â
her eyes narrow and she scoffs, âdid your mother teach you any manners? i was just concerned for her safety,â she gestures to you, âit seems as if youâre holding her here, unwilling to let go.â
âiâm not doing jackshit.â
your eyes bore into her, calling out for help.
âah,â the stranger inches closer, fingers trailing from your shoulder to your arm. you shudder at her touch. she smirks, âwhy donât you let her go now? or should i call the police on you, hwang hyunjin?â
hyunjinâs face turns red. nervousness grows at the sight of his anger.
âhow the fuck do you know my name?â
she tilts her head, reminiscent of a curious puppy, âoh, donât you know who i am? tell your father if his son acts up again, we might not continue our deal.â
âhow do you know my dad?â hyunjin yells, âand what deal do you have with him?â
âiâm your fatherâs biggest business partner. how would he feel if he found out he lost his company because of his idiot son? or would you want me to reveal some of your own secrets? whatâs her name, jiyeon?â
your eyes widen at the mention of hyunjinâs ex. he had broken up with lee jiyeon months before meeting you. why was this stranger bringing her up again? and how did she know so much?
hyunjin glances at you, âdonât you fucking dare.â
by now, hyunjin had let go of your hand entirely. the stranger just sighs dramatically and stares at her fingernails.
âhyunjin-ssi, you really have a knack for being a public nuisance. i just wanted a drink, and my precious evening was interrupted by you screaming. ah, should you really be concerned about your ex-girlfriend finding a new guy? havenât you already done so while still in the relationship?â
in a second, hyunjin lunges for the stranger. his hands fly out to grab at her hair, but she manages to dodge the sudden attack. frowning at hyunjin, the stranger finally scoffs, âyouâre pathetic. donât you dare touch my clothes, theyâre designer. leave now before i call the cops on you.â despite his anger, hyunjin actually looks spooked and quickly stomps away. thank god. she swats off the imaginary dust on her shoulders and turns to you.
in contrast to before, she sends a small smile, âyou did a good job breaking up with this idiot.â
âthank you for saving me.â
she shrugs, âitâs all right. he was being a nuisance.â
âiâm sorryâŚâ you ask, âbut how did you know so much about hyunjin?â
âi deal with the hwang group. i have met his father on several occasions. sometimes, he has to clean up his sonâs mess. most of the time, he canât do it alone. hence, he finds us,â her smile turns into a grimace, âi apologise that someone like him has been taking advantage of you. i assure you that hwang hyunjin and park jiyeon will be taken care of.â
âno, itâs okay, i kind of had a feeling already,â you hesitate to reach out to her, âuhm, can i know your name?â
the stranger adjusts her clothes; a black pantsuit. your eyes trail down from her face to her luminous black hair. they follow the shape of her jawline, sharp as a knife, down to her collarbones. you unconsciously swallow your saliva.
âyou can call me jimin,â she says, taking a piece of card out from her pocket, handing it to you. your eyes skim the details. yu jimin. nothing else is on the card except for a phone number. âwhat can i call you?â
ây/n, seo y/n.â
âif you find yourself in another situation as such, i will do my best to help, y/n.â
you canât believe a woman like her is pledging her assistance to you.
unable to control yourself, you blurt out, âwhat can i do to repay you?â
jiminâs eyes form into slits, crinkling into a devilish smile.
âwhat are you insinuating?â
everything around you is soft, pillowy and warm. except for one. the incessant buzzing of something. it snaps you out of your reverie. groaning loudly, you throw your hand to reach out for the device causing the vibration. your fingers hit an unfamiliar surface. since when did you have a bedside table this close? eyelids fluttering open, you regain consciousness.
âwhat the hell?â you say out loud, sitting upright in bed. your phone lays beside you, its buzzing unable to distract you from what youâre seeing. white silk sheets covered your bare body, which was littered with bite marks and hickeys. it trailed on from your neck to the dip in your hips. lingering bruises were left on your thighs too.
oh fuck.
you were screwed.
grasping your phone, you scan the room for your clothes. finally catching sight of your scattered clothes, you gently pick them up, face turning red at the sight of your well-marked body. your purse and belongings are littered all over the floor as well. a disgruntled groan emits from the bunched up blankets. itâs only now you realise thereâs a person below it, snoring peacefully.
wincing at the slight soreness in your lower body, you gently throw the duvet cover off you and slowly put on your clothes, afraid of disturbing the sleeping woman. taking one last look at the bed, a mop of black hair contrasting the pale serene face below.
running your hands through your hair to comb the mess, you rush out of the bedroom. the sight before you leaves you in awe. whoever this jimin person was, her apartment was amazingly furnished. whatever, you shake your head before you could be further distracted.
thereâs countless messages left by yizhuo, all inquiring about your whereabouts. shit. you forgot to tell her. after assuring her that you were alive and not kidnapped, you quickly navigate your way back home. surprisingly, jiminâs modern apartment wasnât far away from yours, despite the contrast between the two homes. you could infer accurately that karina was some wealthy bachelorette who held power. between her penthouse and the conversation with hyunjin, she was probably a high rank in the business industry.
after reaching your house, you take a much needed shower and slip into a white button up blouse and a black pencil skirt. this was your usual office attire. thankfully, as you had finished the looming report the previous night, you didnât have to get to the office early. finishing up with some light makeup, you head out satisfied. the soreness in your lower body serves as a constant reminder of the activities you took part in. at least you didnât have a hangover.
entering the lounge, you spot your colleagues all conversing with one another. minjeong seems to be in a heated debate. your eyes dart to the figure standing by the counter.
âgood morning, ms seo,â you bow when team manager kim greets you. kim gaeul, two years your senior, and somewhat of a friend.
âgood morning,â you reply. gaeul is sipping on the coffee from the cafe opposite. she gestures towards the paper bag on the counter, âthereâs a latte in there for you. good job on the report, i read it this morning.â
you beam at the manager, âthank you so much.â desperately, you chug the latte, relieved that you had caffeine in your body to survive the day ahead. gaeul stares at you in amusement before clearing her throat, ânow that everyone is here, i would like to announce that a new ceo will be coming.â
thereâs some mutters and murmurs of confusion.
âour current ceo will be resigning,â gaeul says, a fixed smile on her face, âhence the need for a new ceo. she will be here shortly. at ten, please gather in the meeting room so she can introduce herself to all of us.â
you check the time, it was forty past nine. the new ceo will be coming soon. was there enough time to get any work done before she arrived? probably not. you sit down next to minjeong on the couch. she catches you mid yawn.
âsunbae, did you get enough sleep?â your ears blush at the memory of what happened.
âmaybe i didnât sleep well,â you say. minjeong nods, a look of pity on her face, âyou must have gotten home late because of that report.â
you scratch your neck, âyeah, i got home pretty late.â
âmaybe you can take a quick nap? you still have twenty minutes, iâll wake you up.â
shaking your head, you chuckle, âitâs okay, minjeong. iâll get through the day. at least team manager kim got us all coffee.â
despite your words, you find your eyelids fluttering close every second. maybe you should really take a nap. the events of the previous night had left you incredibly tired. breaking up with hyunjin was emotionally draining, whereas jimin⌠you rid the thoughts from your brain. it would serve you no good to be thinking about her right now. she was just a helpful woman who you repaid by sleeping with. at least it was enjoyable. you certainly enjoyed the feel of her warm body against yours. even before you start to reminisce, minjeong jolts upwards and exclaims, âtime to go meet the ceo!â
the rest of the group follows suit, heading towards the lift. you wearily drag yourself to follow along, an arm looped through minjeong for support.
âyâall think sheâll be pretty?â a voice rings out from the crowd.
âarenât most ceos like forty years old?â
âwomen donât expire past the age of forty, mark,â you retort. mark only smirks, âmaybe sheâll be a hot cougar.â
you roll your eyes at his words, yet you canât help but imagine what the new ceo would be like. would she be intimidating? confrontational? you just hope she wonât be unreasonable. god knows you need a break from this absurd company. the only good thing about it was its pay and the people you work with.
âquiet down everyone,â gaeul says, âsheâs coming soon, please be on your best behaviour.â she shoots a look at the rowdy group of guys nearer to the back. you try to inch closer to the front, the denial of your curiosity itching at you. despite your tired state, there was still some interest in the next ceo. âthere she is!â minjeong whispers loudly.
your head flies to look up, mouth agape as your eyes bore into the womanâs frame. under the exquisite fabric draped over her, you could still sense her elegance. the way her steps echoed against the tiles, commanding everyoneâs attention. your heart drops at the familiarity.
oh.
oh no.
below her bright red, glossy lips, resides a beauty mark.
you remember your own lips moulding against hers from the night before. the feel of her burning skin on top of your equally desperate body. her lingering touches, fingers tracing down from your collarbone.
âsheâs pretty,â minjeong blurts out. you nod.
she was a goddess, aphrodite incarnated. you distinctively recall how sweet her words were, how her voice toned down to a husky drawl, whispering the things she would do to you. a shiver runs down your body, you clench your fists. how were you getting riled up over a memory?
your eyes follow her as she turns to face everyone. her face remains impassive as she addresses the crowd, âi am your ceo, karina.â cold, narrow eyes flick through the gathering, eventually meeting yours. if anyone else had looked closer, they would have noticed the shock in the way her eyes widen ever so slightly. yet, she swiftly regains herself.
âplease do carry on as usual,â she says, you canât believe sheâs the same person as the jimin from last night, âi will be conducting a meeting later. do not be late.â
as her footsteps recede, you let out an exhale of breath. having her eyes on you made it hard to breathe, she literally took your breath away. minjeong eyes you curiously, but the crowd quickly disperses, sensing that karina was not to be messed with. they would rather get back to their jobs than deal with an angry ceo.
after heading back up, you finally sit down on your office chair, finding it more comfortable than usual. normally, it felt like it was forcing your spine in the most unnatural way. yet, after that interaction with jimin, you found solace in it.
âguys! ceo wants everyone in the meeting room now!â gaeulâs head pops out from the room, hurriedly gesturing for everyone to come. you reluctantly rise and walk to the room slowly. jiminâs already standing inside, a stony look on her face as she analyses a file of papers, presumably reports.
once everyone had entered and were settled down, jimin places the file back on the table, eyes roaming around as she says, âthis company will collapse within a yearâs time if i did not take the offer to buy it. hence, starting from now, there will be extreme changes.â
you take a gulp.
âfirst of all, we have to start investing more of our time into doing trade and business with others. isolating ourselves and believing that we can become successful without the help of others is idiotic,â jimin explains, âwe should take the initiative and with someone like me at the helm, this company will flourish.â she hands out an assortment of papers around the room.
âthis will tell you everything you need to know about your duties as an employee of this company. do take the time to read through thoroughly. i assure you with such a strategy, no one will need to work more than they have to.â
you can see some impressive looks from your colleagues. jimin was definitely a strong ceo, you already knew from how well-connected she was. yet, this would be your first time seeing her work ethic in action.
âeveryone is dismissed. however,â jimin turns back around, eyes gleaming with mirth, âseo y/n, i want to meet you in my office.â
every inch of you freezes up. you sense some curiosity lingering around your colleagues, especially minjeong who offers a comforting pat on your shoulder. jiminâs lips form a devilish smile, akin to the one you saw previously. you sigh, already regretting all life choices thus far.
the door closes shut behind you. jimin sits down in her luxurious and pristine office chair. you kind of envy her.
a moment of silence passes before jimin speaks, âi did not expect to see you here.â
âneither did i,â you answer back. her appearance was a shock.
she chuckles slowly, âafter leaving me in bed alone, with no note or anything, should i fire you?â
your eyes widen. what the hell? wasnât this an abuse of authority? she couldnât fire you that easily, right? over something that wasnât even related to your job!
âyou seem to not be able to finish your job, seo y/n,â jimin spins a fountain pen between her fingers. your gaze darts from the swirling pen to her face. indifferent, yet a hint of amusement.
âi assure you i am a hard worker and the night before is not related to my work ethic,â you reply.
jimin laughs, âdo you not know how upset i was when i did not feel a body next to me? my sheets tidied up neatly, clothes gone and not a single hint of you left behind.â
âlast night was a one-time thing,â you state firmly, âit will not happen again as i intend it to.â
the ceoâs eyes rake down your body, seemingly turning into satisfaction as she smiles, âyou do not intend for it to happen again?â
âi⌠thank you for saving and helping me with my ex-boyfriend, but youâre my boss now and itâs probably a workplace violation.â
âso it is not because you do not want to, more so you feel that you are not allowed to,â jimin bluntly says. sheâs right. you would like to indulge in the pleasure she provides once more, and continuously, but sheâs your boss.
your silence speaks of your answer.
âit is unexpected that we have met under these circumstances. i wonât lie and say that iâm fine with forgetting about the night we spent together. huh. i wanted a date⌠yet, if you insistâŚâ
jimin stands up from her desk, staring at the city skyline. you stare at her hooded eyes in the reflection of the window panel.
âyou may leave,â she smiles, âbut do call me karina and not jimin in front of others. they do not know my real name.â
you nod, unsure how to reply. were you meant to feel special that she had so willingly spared her real name to you? with others not privy of her name, you were the only one. jimin closes the door firmly behind you. youâre greeted by the sight of an anxious minjeong and a smirking mark lee.
âwhat did she say to you? and how did she know your name already?â minjeong asks hastily.
âjust talking âbout work,â you answer smoothly, âwe have a mutual friend.â
mark, bless him, adds on, âsheâs prettier up close, right?â
âyeah,â you reply, cheeks reddening. you were well acquainted with her beauty by now, finding yourself momentarily starstruck.
âmust be nice having the ceo know you,â minjeong says, sighing. you smile, but it comes out more like a grimace. was it really a blessing?
no, of course it wasnât. you slept with your boss. unintentionally, in fact. you head back to your desk, hands almost ripping out your hair as you gaze at the closed door.
what have you gotten yourself into now?
youâre annoyed. irritated. angered. all because of your ceo. jimin doesnât do anything outlandish, no. but she throws a mountain of work onto you. and only you. her previous promise of no one having to work more than they need to is out the window. you can only scoff, ashamed that you truly believed she would let you leave by five. however, it seems that jimin is rather petty. every time you snap back with a remark, she just smiles and places one more report on your desk a few minutes later. itâs maddening. was she not abusing her power?
the stack of papers on your desk feels never ending. compared to your colleagues, itâs clearly taller. even minjeong had commented about it. if the sudden increase of workload wasnât enough, jimin also demanded you to do the most trivial things, such as fetching her coffee, shredding papers⌠did she not have enough money to afford a personal assistant? you were just an employee to the company. after bringing up your concerns to gaeul, the team manager merely shrugged, saying she could not do anything against the ceo. and it wasnât as if jimin was outright abusing you. she was so clearly just messing with you!
(âyouâre joking,â you gape at the pile of paperwork jimin was carrying to your table.
âhow is this a joke to you?â jimin asks, a stern look on her face, but the small grin she wore betrayed her facade.)
this wasnât any different from your life before the new ceo came. honestly, it might be worse. you had more work than ever, overtime was becoming a necessity in your life, and jimin just gets to prance around. you seriously had to take the initiative to discuss this, because what on earth.
finally deciding you had enough of jiminâs antics, you stand up from your desk, leaving the heaps of papers undone. determined, you take long strides, arriving at the door of jiminâs office. some of your colleagues eye you weirdly but they donât make a sound. you just ignore them. not even knocking, you open the door. if jimin notices your presence, she doesnât show it. her face is buried in a file, eyes darting from the report to the computer screen. you swallow, drawing courage from every fibre of your being.
âi need to talk to you.â
jiminâs head shoots up, an eyebrow raised. her bangs are parted today, no longer hovering over her eyes. the first few buttons of her black blouse are unbuttoned, revealing her carved collarbones. a pair of thick, black framed glasses rest on her sharp nose.
âabout?â
âyouâre messing with me,â you state.
the ceo stares. she looks rather dishevelled today, you wonder why.
âinteresting. how did you come to that conclusion?â she asks, placing the file back onto her desk, her eyes fully focused on you now. trying to not get hypnotised by her forceful peering, you voice out, âyouâve been giving me more work than others. you always find some excuse to make me do stuff. iâve worked here for three years and youâre making me an errand girl.â
itâs true. it feels like sheâs just giving you filler work to do. there hasnât been any improvement at all.
âi⌠i thought you would be different,â you admit, âdifferent from our previous ceo. but it feels like nothing has changed. iâm still working overtime with no end in sight and it feels even worse than before.â
jimin doesnât say a word. itâs the first time youâre saying this to anyone, your true feelings. jimin had made such big promises at the first meeting but after two months, there really wasnât any change.
âi give you more work because youâre more capable,â jimin explains, a grim look on her face.
âthat doesnât excuse the fact you literally demand me to run around and make you coffee.â
âi canât deny, that was for my personal amusement.â
your anger flares up, âsee! youâre messing with me!â
âyour reaction is funny,â she reasons weakly, âitâs really⌠i didnât know it was taking a toll on you. i just wanted to see you get annoyed. you look cute when youâre grumpy.â
the previous frustration simmers down completely at her words. cute? was it appropriate for your boss to be saying this?
âwhat?â
jimin looks away shyly, a stark contrast to her intimidating facade, âiâll try to restrain myself from now on⌠but i would like to talk to you about something as well.â
your curiosity is piqued. jiminâs face turns dark, her eyes narrowing as she asks, âare you and mark in a relationship?â
a gasp escapes your lips, because what the fuck?
âno, ew,â you instantly say, âmark acts like a kid.â
âso you have no romantic feelings for him?â jimin repeats.
âno, none at all.â somehow, you know why sheâs even asking in the first place.
jimin frowns, âso why were you touching his face that day?â
you remember it vividly. mark was showing you the netflix movie, â365 daysâ and stating that you could recreate it with jimin. he was joking with you, but you still got flustered. minjeong had been laughing so loudly it attracted the ceo to come into the break room. she has witnessed your hands grabbing markâs collar, in the midst of threatening him.
âhe was just saying something weird,â you mumble, not exactly willing to tell jimin she was the cause. the ceo nods. you canât help but like this jimin slightly more than the brooding one. she seems more vulnerable today. more gentle and soft.
âokay,â jimin smiles, wider than usual, âyou can leave now.â
you bow, slightly happier that the ceo was understanding of your concerns. maybe now you would get home on time, not that you had anyone waiting for you though. after your break up with hyunjin, you had increasingly found more alone time. sometimes you would spend the night with yizhuo, cooking dinner together. most times you would reach home and immediately fall asleep.
content with the meeting, you leave her office, bouncing back to your desk. the stack of papers feel considerably lighter knowing her true reasoning behind piling so much workload on you. perhaps she had more faith and trust in you. that made you feel proud.
a head peeks out above the partition.
âwhat did the boss talk to you about?â minjeong asks. you wave a hand at her, brushing her words off, ânothing really. karina was just telling me stuff about my job, giving comments, yâknow.â
minjeong nods and ducks her head, returning to her work. you do the same, the weight previously resting on your shoulders significantly lighter. the day doesnât seem so gloomy anymore.
you carry on typing with a small smile. unbeknownst to you, a pair of eyes gaze through the blinds.
jimin stays true to her word. despite the heavier workload, your heart feels lighter that she acknowledged your ability. it doesnât bother you anymore that minjeong and the rest of your colleagues can leave instantly while you stay for a bit longer to refine some finer details. deeply engrossed, you donât notice the sudden pattering of raindrops splashing against the windows. and you definitely donât notice the light in jiminâs office still on.
stretching your arms, you yawn, intending to go home. yet, the moment you start packing your bag, realisation strikes you that it was raining. raining heavily. as you try to decide your next move, the door to jiminâs office opens.
her head peeks out, a frown on her face as she calls out, âwhy are you still here?â
âi was doing something and i just lost track of time,â you explain. jiminâs head tilts. you internally coo at the similarity of her to a puppy.
she takes one look outside and asks, âhow are you going to get home? donât you take the bus?â
you scrunch your nose, trying to think of a way to return home without being caught in the rain but with no avail.
âno idea,â you shrug, âi might call my friend to pick me up or something. not sure if sheâs busy though.â
jimin takes long strides towards you, âi can drive you home.â
your eyes widen considerably, âno, itâs really okay!â you donât know what you would do enclosed in a small space with her without other people around. she looks extra delectable today as well. usually, her hair is neat and proper, but today itâs slightly messy and her bangs are swept to the side, exposing her forehead. she still wears the pair of attractive black glasses and sheâs adorning a navy pantsuit today.
âas your boss,â jimin smiles, âi need to ensure that all my employees are cared for. i canât have you coming to work sick, can i?â you canât really fight her logic there. it makes sense, she wouldnât want you to get sick because she would lose manpower. yet, the explanation digs a hole in your heart.
sheâs your boss.
you glance at the rain splattering.
âokay. take me home.â
jiminâs smile widens. you walk together in silence to the elevator. only the soft humming of her voice fills in the gaps. the silence stretches on till you reach her car as well. itâs only when you try to enter the backseat, jimin says, âwhat are you doing? come sit here.â she pats the passenger seat. you follow her instructions like a dog with its owner.
as the ceo starts up the car, you notice small details of it. itâs clearly expensive, no doubt. the sleek leather you were sitting on just speaks for itself. jimin had an air freshener hanging from the mirror, the strangest thing was that it was a dinosaur smelling of vanilla. she had a small shiro, the dog from shin-chan, figurine posed on the dashboard. you quietly giggle at the cuteness of it all. jimin having adorable items accessorising her car was such a stark contrast to her distant and cold persona as your boss.
âthatâs cute,â you point out. jimin glances at what youâre pointing at and her cheeks redden, âah. do you like shin-chan too?â
âuh,â you blank out, âi guess so? i like boo.â
jimin beams.
âthatâs amazing,â she says with all the sincerity in the world, âletâs watch shin-chan together someday.â
itâs a strange proposal, no doubt. but you find yourself nodding too soon. the grin you receive from jimin is well worth it though.
âyou can key in your address here,â she hands you her phone. as you type, jimin continues talking, âi broke off my deal with hwang by the way. has he contacted you at all?â
you shake your head, âno, but his sister has been texting me. apparently heâs very disoriented and is always drunk. he got into a scandal recently for starting a fight at another bar.â
jimin sighs, one of bemusement, âi truly wonder where such men get their audacity from.â you giggle at her words.
âhonestly, hyunjin is childish and immature but heâs a good guy,â you confess, âi donât know why he suddenly turned into someone like that.â
the ceo falls silent. you wonder if you said something wrong. maybe you offended her in some way. gulping, you distract yourself by watching the scenery of urbanised skyscrapers.
âyouâre giving him too much credit,â jimin says, âheâs always been like that. heâs just a good actor.â
âreally?â
jimin nods firmly, âof course. and did you really like him? or did you just like having him around?â
you debate on answering. wasnât this too personal for someoneâs boss to ask? your eyes swerve to watch jiminâs grip tighten on the steering wheel, her small hands showing white knuckles.
âthereâs many things that are mistaken for another, such as liking someone and liking the idea of them.â
âwhat other things are you talking about?â you ask, genuinely curious.
the traffic light turns red. jimin presses on the brakes, a smirk plastered on her face as she turns to you.
âlike finding someone good-looking and attractive. i know iâm good-looking, but am i attractive to you, y/n?â she leans forward, her face inches away from yours. your eyes unintentionally trail down to her lips before snapping shut and turning away.
âdonât leave me hanging,â you can hear the damn pout in her voice. a warm hand leaves a fleeting touch on your arm as she pulls you to look back at her again.
you resist the urge to throw yourself out of the car.
âthe lightâs green,â your voice comes out almost as if you were constipated.
jimin lets out a hearty laugh.
âwe can settle this debate back at yours, donât you think?â your hands clench by your side, neck strained to crane your head away from looking at the delectable woman.
âi donât think thatâs appropriate,â is what you end up saying. jimin shrugs. your eyes are drawn to the smooth expanse of her hands that rest against the steering wheel, and the way her knuckles unintentionally flex when turning.
âweâre far past appropriation,â she states, amused.
shrugging, you stare at the outside scenery instead, ensuring that you wouldnât be salivating at the sight of your boss.
jimin hums to the music playing in her car. you roughly recognise it as a song from the pokemon anime ost. somehow, itâs totally believable that this domineering boss could also have a silly and endearing side to her. it was yu jimin after all.
âwhat are you thinking so hard about?â
you.
âwork.â
âwhat about it? is the workload too heavy for you?â the concern in her voice makes you want to puke.
you shake your head.
âiâm just thinking⌠about that day,â you decide to answer truthfully.
jimin tilts her head, âwhat day?â
âyou knowâŚâ it comes out in a hushed and embarrassed whisper, âthat day.â
either jiminâs stupid or sheâs just playing dumb. she stares at you, confused. you make some inappropriate gestures with your fingers, until she lights up in recognition.
âthat day?â she repeats teasingly.
itâs not like you can ask her for a repeat of that day. you had literally stated outright that it was a one-time thing. she was your boss, for godâs sake. if you slept with her again, you would be breaking all sorts of violations.
ââŚit was niceâŚâ your cheeks redden, âthatâs all.â
the smirk on jiminâs face is unbearable. thank god youâre not the one driving, or you would have gotten a heart attack.
âwant to do it again?â
your face gets undeniably hotter. redness flushes through your entire body as you cower.
thereâs a moment of decision-making.
was it worth the risk to try again with jimin? for some reason, you know youâre past the phase of attraction. itâs pure interest for her now. youâre not sure if your heartâs fully beyond lust, but thereâs something lingering that feels akin to adoration. thereâs no doubt that you find jimin extremely good-looking, but like she said before, there was a difference. itâs unfortunate youâre attracted to her as well. maybe she already knew your answer, thatâs why she didnât push for you to reply.
(it would be a resounding yes.)
but jimin was still your boss. what if people in the company found out? they technically couldnât do anything since jimin was already in the highest position, but if you had to suffer questioning looks and backhanded remarks from them, about how you achieved this job by sleeping around, it would break your heart.
and you donât want a repeat of hyunjin. you donât know if youâre ready for another relationship. at least now youâre aware you can actually feel things for others and youâre not some emotionless robot.
but something about jimin pulls you towards her. like two opposite poles of a magnet. thereâs something so endearing yet mysterious about the girl that makes you want to try.
âweâre here already, i think my friend lives nearby here,â jimin says as she looks around. sheâs parked along the road, your apartment just a few metres away.
you gulp, murmuring softly, âjimin.â
the ceo turns to you, like a little cat.
âcan we try dating?â
jiminâs eyebrows shoot upwards, shock evident on her face. after all, you had rejected her not long ago.
âreally?â she can barely contain her excitement.
âuh, yeah,â youâre a little uncomfortable with the way sheâs staring at you so intensely.
happiness was coursing through her veins. jimin had never expected you would end up giving in. she had a whole plan in her headâ first, get you riled up and then convince you to sleep with her again. her second phase consisted of insanely good aftercare that would definitely draw you in into her amazing personality. the last phase was just playing hard to get and making sure you wanted her badly. it seems like she skipped most of the steps. whatever, it doesnât matter since she got the same end result.
âokay!â jimin beams.
you stare at her stunned.
âuh, so weâre dating now, right?â you repeat.
âmhm!â
her compliance makes you want to jump on her.
âletâs set some boundaries first, okay?â
jimin ponders for a bit before stating confidently, âi have no boundaries! you can do whatever you want.â
itâs a little riveting having her agree with whatever you say. her natural submission is jarring. you laugh, âthatâs okay, but i have some rules.â
âgo ahead!â jiminâs gazing at you, her eyes wide and rapt with attention. you hold out your hand, pointing at each individual finger, âone, no pda in the office, i donât want to give people an opportunity to gossip.â
she nods. it would be hard to continue dating if people kept invading your privacy.
âtwo, we have to keep this a secret,â you continue, âand three, weâre not official yet okay? just dating for now. letâs take it slow.â
âmhm sure.â
âfour, donât call me any nicknames in the office, iâm just seo y/n and youâre karina.â
jimin smirks lazily, her hand resting against the wheel, âyouâll be yu y/n soon.â
âjimin,â you groan at her sleaziness.
âgo on!â
you list off the final rule, âfive, no special treatment just cause weâre dating. i donât want people to think iâm getting more opportunities to do well just because weâre dating.â
the ceo blinks.
âokay.â
âokay?â
she hums, content, âyeah. iâm fine with all that.â
you breathe out shakily, âthatâs good.â
âmhm. you should get going now,â jimin smiles, âitâs late.â
âright, okay. uh, see you tomorrow?â
the ceo tilts her head, a wide grin on her face, âsee you tomorrow, baby.â
your face flushes red.
âjimin.â
âweâre not in the office!â
dating jimin is wonderful. sheâs the sweetest and most caring girl on earth. everytime she does something even remotely romantic, youâre swept off your feet. despite your insistence to take it slow, you had only resisted at the start. now, after weeks of dating, you succumbed to jiminâs puppy eyes and begging.
wrapped in her embrace, you snuggle into the crook of her neck even deeper, breathing in her cologne.
jimin only tightens her arms. if it wasnât for the fact that it was extremely comfortable, you would have complained that she was strangling you.
âbaby,â she whispers, planting haste pecks all over your face.
that had been a recurring thing. you realised soon after the first week, jimin loved calling you baby. sometimes you wondered if she forgot your name and called you baby to hide it. the girl, obviously, denied it.
âhm?â your voice comes out muffled.
âyou look really cute like this.â
you couldnât disagree more. adorned in an old oversized sweatshirt that was literally disintegrating by the second, messy bed hair after the nap you had just taken, and a bare face that probably had drool all over.
meanwhile, jiminâs wearing a calvin klein hoodie with little boy shorts that exposed her bare legs. your own legs fitted nicely against hers, tangling your bodies together on the couch.
âi wonât get to see you tomorrow,â jimin says out of the blue.
âwhy? do you have something going on?â
the ceo groans heartily, âmy friends want to have dinner together.â
this puts a frown on your face. originally, you had planned a cute little date for the two of you.
jimin, observant of your turmoil, only runs her fingers through your hair comfortingly, âi know, baby. but we donât always get this chance. and itâs just dinner! just this once.â
you nod your head, burrowing further into her embrace. jimin only sighs happily, her hand trailing down from your head to your back, rubbing circles repeatedly.
âwhat are you wearing then?â
âmaybe that dress that you really liked? or maybe a random pantsuit.â
you know which dress sheâs talking about. an ivory coloured, strapless dress that accentuates her collarbones nicely.
âwear the pantsuit.â something about other people being able to see jimin in that dress doesnât sit right with you.
a chuckle escapes her, âdidnât you say you liked the dress?â
shrugging, you reply nonchalantly, âdonât want anyone else seeing you in it.â
silence. then a high-pitched squeal.
ây/nnie, youâre so cute!â your head is dramatically pulled back from jiminâs neck and you come face-to-face with the ceo, whoâs cooing at you incessantly. she plants multiple pecks all over your face whilst squeezing your jaw tightly.
âjimin!â
the girl finally pulls away from covering your face with kisses, but if it werenât for her bright red lipstick, she would have seen how underneath all her kiss marks, your face was splashed with maroon.
âif you come with me, then can i wear that dress? i really want to wear it,â jimin pleads.
it's a fair deal in your opinion. you could spend time with her and being able to see jimin in that dress was just a plus. it just leaves the problem of jiminâs wandering hands. even in your office, her hands seem to have a mind of their own, constantly roaming around places they shouldnât be. like how when you were brewing coffee one morning, jimin had snuck up behind and rested her hands on your waist, whispering a quiet greeting. thank goodness no one else was in the lounge. that surely would have started endless amounts of rumours.
âbut we canât kiss or hug there okay?â you reply, deciding to make a trade-off.
jimin pouts, but she ends up huffing and then nodding.
âjust stay by my side. iâll restrain myself.â
well, that turned out to be a lie.
despite her previous promise of keeping her hands to herself, they somehow ended up entangled in your own. one of her hands lingers between your shoulder blades, and in the car ride to the restaurant, it trailed down to the small of your back. you had scolded jimin for that.
even now, jimin still ensured she was somehow touching you. the restaurant was extremely high-end, evident from the menu which didnât even have prices on them! you had gone through culture shock with that.
the table was surrounded with people you assumed held equally sophisticated titles, some of them stared at you with curiosity, probably wondering why a newcomer had arrived.
there were a few empty seats, but jimin had informed you that some maybe couldnât make it, as always.
âso,â one of the extremely gorgeous women had cleared her throat, âare you going to introduce the lovely woman youâve brought with you, karina?â
jimin smiles as her hand comes to lie on your arm, where your elbow is.
âthis is y/n, sheâs my colleague,â jimin says, a practised answer. you try to muster up a smile.
âiâm giselle, or aeri, nice to meet you, y/n,â the woman drawls, her tone full of mischief and she had that twinkle in her eyes that reminded you of jimin when sheâs about to tickle you.
âhow has ceo life been treating you? we havenât heard from you much,â another woman asks. you notice how cat-like this woman looks. she had beady eyes that were laser-focused on jimin. thereâs a chorus of agreement from the rest.
the ceo laughs, âitâs good. iâve gotten to experience many things. what about the park group that youâve visited, ryujin? are they still doing well?â
as the now named woman, ryujin, goes into a tirade about the park group, you take the opportunity to identify everyone. most of them were dressed to the nines, their hair all prim and proper, and not a speck of dust on their clothes. just from a quick scale, you could tell they were all extremely wealthy. you listen to ryujin speak while digging into the sirloin steak jimin had ordered for you.
ââand i actually met someone new recently, she should be arriving soon with her brother,â ryujin exclaims. the group chatters excitedly about her newest paramour, while jimin explains that ryujin had gone a few years without a relationship, hence the enthusiasm.
right as you nod, the door to the private room opens and two extremely familiar figures stride in and take their seats.
fuck. you think, unable to control the way your eyes widen. jimin shares the same feeling seemingly, with how she stiffens and a huff escapes her.
âthis is hwang yeji and her brother hyunjin,â ryujin beams proudly, unaware of the tension surrounding the table.
âseo y/n?â
your eyes dart downwards, unwilling to face hyunjin. yeji only gasps, âwhat? oh my gosh, y/n!â
you grit your teeth as hyunjin laughs loudly, âwhat are you doing here?â
jiminâs hand slithers down to yours, encasing it in a tight but comforting grasp.
ryujinâs head goes back and forth and the tableâs filled with surprised chatter and questions.
âhow do you guys know each other?â
hyunjin beats you by answering, âsheâs my girlfriend.â
what?
you wince a little at how jimin only grips you even more firmly.
âyou are?â ryujin exclaims. yeji sends you a sympathetic look, but before she even says anything, aeri interrupts.
âare you a two-timer?â she accuses, eyes blazing with fury, âarenât you dating jimin?â
your head snaps towards jimin.
âuhmââ she splutters out, âiâ okay! it just slipped out and i told aeri to play pretend!â
âwhat?! youâre dating her?â hyunjin suddenly barks. you groan, wondering why you even got involved with these people. they were all insane!
âwait, so who are you actually dating?â ryujin finally asks. you sigh, âiâm dating jimin.â
a scoff escapes hyunjin.
âyouâre actually with her? i canât believe you jumped into bed with someone else right after we broke up! i knew you were a slut from the beginning.â
a chorus of gasps echo from the table. you should feel saddened that someone you cared for previously was throwing insults at you, but you donât feel anything. yet, the same couldnât be said for jimin, who rises up from her seat abruptly, and tosses her glass of champagne at hyunjin.
âdonât talk about her like that.â
âare you fucking serious?!â
âshut the fuck up,â jimin seethes, âand donât let me hear you utter her name from that filthy mouth of yours ever again.â
hyunjinâs hair down to his tailored suit, drenched in expensive champagne that is probably worth more than your apartment. you watch as his face turns an angry red, and you can almost see the steam coming out from his ears. his mouth opens to retort but he can only gape furiously.
âyouâre pathetic and i pity the people that have to be in your company. you forget yourself. donât you dare come into my sight. my eyes arenât adjusted to the filth that you are.â
hyunjin stands up from his chair but yeji pulls him back down harshly.
âi canât believe my girlfriend saw anything but a deplorable man in you.â
youâre left jaw-dropped. jimin grits her teeth before tossing you a look, âcâmon y/n, letâs go.â
she pulls you out of your chair and as you leave, you turn back, sending an apologetic look to the others at the table. aeri only guffaws and ryujin yells, âyou didnât pay for the food!â
jiminâs hand doesnât leave yours, and youâre a little shocked at how quickly and agile she moves even in heels. your heartâs beating a mile, both from surprise and the adrenaline coursing through your veins. when you reach the car, jimin slams the door shut and she deflates in her seat.
âoh my god,â she says.
âoh my god indeed,â you parrot, still in awe of jiminâs reaction. it was crazy, but you canât lie, it was attractive having her stand up for you like that.
she turns to you, âi canât believe i just did that.â
âyeah, me neither,â you laugh, âthis is the second time youâve called him pathetic.â
jimin pouts, so unlike the girl from before, âhe just made me really mad! holy shit, aeriâs blowing up my phone.â
youâre reminded of something that aeri slipped out.
âjimin,â you place a hand on her arm as she checks the messages, âso you told aeri about us?â
the ceo turns to you, eyes glistening and her lips pursed out cutely, obviously as an attempt to cull your anger, âi really didnât mean to! please believe me baby. she just asked me why i was so happy recently and then asked if i was seeing someone and you know i canât lie to aeri⌠so i told her about you andââ
âhey, calm down,â you chuckle at the way jiminâs turning red from how quickly she rambled. she catches her breath as her chest heaves, âiâm sorry. i know i broke the rule.â
âitâs okay, jimin. iâm not mad,â you reassure.
jiminâs eyes perk up, âreally?â
âyeah, itâs fine. i think itâs really sweet that you stood up for me today.â
âiâll always stand up for you, you know that right? donât you remember my promise of helping you whenever?â jimin says earnestly. you smile at her cuteness and sincerity.
you donât know what this feeling is. the chasing thrill every time jiminâs hands are on yours. the gleamy look in her eyes. the curve of her crooked smile. but it feels similar to love.
âjimin-ah,â you mumble. itâs the most unromantic place and time everâ jiminâs car, parked next to a gloomy lamppost, right after she had just poured champagne on your ex.
but because itâs with jimin, it feels perfect.
you canât believe you ever thought of rejecting the girl prior.
âyes?â
âi really really like you,â you tuck a stray strand of her hair behind her ear. itâs a shame jiminâs dress couldnât be properly admired today with all the ruckus. but thatâs fine, you had plenty of opportunities to do so in the future.
âi really really like you too,â jimin whispers, as if itâs a secret.
you grin, âyou looked really attractive just now. i think youâre godâs gift to earth.â
âmhm. youâre perfect too,â she sighs dreamily, âi really donât mind giving you my everything.â
it sounds like a confession of love. maybe itâs jiminâs own way, but you both know itâs too early, even if the feeling rivals the purest form of affection and adoration.
âi liked it when you called me your girlfriend,â you admit. jimin beams, âso can i call you my girlfriend? can i be yours?â
you nod shyly at how jimin phrases the question. itâs not whether youâre hers, itâs whether sheâs yours. and itâs a barely noticeable difference, but it only makes your heart pound more rapidly against your ribcage.
minjeong likes her job. itâs easygoing and the payâs good. her colleagues are all really nice too. itâs an enjoyable job. she especially enjoys the company of her sunbae from high school. but recently, despite minjeongâs annoyance, her senior has been spending more and more time in the ceoâs office, and not at her desk. the usual conversations between them had gone so quickly and minjeong missed her sunbaeâs presence.
she wonders if the ceo is holding you hostage. sheâs seen the mountain of papers on your desk before, but she chalked it up to you just being an overachiever.
âminjeong,â her head lifts up, itâs mark lee and team manager kim gesturing at her to come over. their behaviour is strange, minjeong immediately notices, huddled in a corner of the lounge and whispering conspiratorially.
âwhatâs up? is something wrong?â
manager kim shakes her head and instead asks the damning question of, âdo you think y/n and our boss are hooking up?â
what!
âuhm,â minjeong mumbles, âi donât know?â
mark only nudges minjeongâs shoulder, âwait till y/n comes out of karinaâs office and just look at her neck. she might have a few hickies.â
minjeong doesnât think so, but she agrees to be their lookout and she waits patiently for you to come out. once the door swings open, minjeong catches a glance of karina adjusting her blazer and your hands pulling at the collar of your blouse.
huh. thatâs strange.
she trods over to you, a faux smile on her face as she says, âare you in trouble again? youâre always in karinaâs office!â
minjeong watches as your eyes widen and you clear your throat, ây-yeah⌠we were talking about a report⌠i made a few mistakes.â
her own eyes trail from your face to your poorly hidden neck, where a few bruises reside.
suddenly, everything clicks into place. the frazzled look you always had, the way karina would come out all messyâ and the hickies!
minjeong canât control the words that come out next.
âoh my godâ youâre fucking the boss?!â
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Anytime I'm alone, I can't help thinking about you (ariana grande - everyday) All I want, all I need, honestly, it's just me and you
ᨠăsecretary!karina x ceo!fem reader ę°âď¸ęąďšsmut with plot ďš+7k contains: smut, masturbation at work (freaky), they are horny for each other but reader is too blind, mention of sexual toys, pet names (slut, needy girl, good girl) d/s dynamics (they are both giving switch), spanking (not so hard, a couple times), oral (both receiving). The text inside a separator like this (âââââââââââââ) is a flashback. Never used Y/N in a story, but this mini series is an exception.
The power you held was absolute, unquestionable. Every decision you made rippled through the walls of your company, and no one dared to challenge it. The glass of your office windows reflected that authorityâhigh above, unreachable. Until Karina came along.
She was efficient, poised, always dressed impeccably in tight skirts and button-up shirts that hugged her curves. And let's not forget a messy yet elegant hairstyle that showed her beautiful features, her shy behavior was her charm in contrast to how she matched your dominant energy at meetings. Her folder, always organized at her side, held her carefully crafted questionsâones that left executives speechless and you with a proud smile.
Karina was flawless in her role. But the way she handled herself wasnât the only thing that made you notice her. It was the subtle tension that built over time she gave after a couple months of working with you, the lingering glances that lasted a little too long, the accidental touches that felt anything but accidental. She had a way of breaking through your perfect walls, and you hated that you started to like it.
Meetings became the highlight of your day, watching how she tactically maneuvered through conversations, challenging others with a grace that had you hooked. Every time she met your eyes after silencing an executiveâs weak argument, you felt that pang of proudness with something more dangerous hidding thereâdesire.
It became more than professionalism. It was the way her fingers brushed against yours when she handed you documents, how her breath would hitch just barely when she stood close to you to discuss quarterly reports. That composed exterior of hers cracked just enough for you to notice how deeply the tension simmered beneath the surface.
But you kept it together. After all, you were the CEO. Control was what you thrived on. You had never let anyone, especially someone under your employ, cause you to lose your grip on that power. Until that day, damn that fucking day.
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It was right after a meeting, but it wasn't as perfect as usual. You could feel your anger boiling inside you, the marketing group of the company did quick and bad reports and handed them to Karina. You both walked to your office, Karina was more worried about your state after rescheduling the meeting and organizing one with the marketing group that day in a few hours.
"Do you want a glass of water, maybe some iced tea?" Karina asked, her voice soft but laced with concern as she watched you angrily pull at the tie of your perfectly tailored suit. Her eyes trailed over your movements, the slow reveal of skin as you undid the top button of your shirt. She should have been focused on calming you down, but instead, she was mesmerized by the way your chest rose and fell with each frustrated breath.
"Karina, I'm so fucking mad," you snapped, tossing the tie onto the chair as you collapsed into it. "They had a month to do this, and the work looks like a first-year university student could have done it better." You slammed the papers on your desk, the sound echoing through the room, but it was the sight of you sinking into the chair, head thrown back and eyes closed in an attempt to relax, that caught her attention.
She was supposed to be concerned, worried about the upcoming meeting, but all she could focus on was the way your shirt opened slightly at the top, revealing the valley of your breasts. Her gaze lingered there longer than it should have. She liked you like thisâangry, vulnerable, undone.
"I'm going to bring some iced tea and let you relax until the meeting with the marketing team," Karina said softly, doing a small bow. You opened your eyes at her gesture, watching her.
"Don't come to the meeting with the group. You can go early today, Karina," you replied, standing up and grabbing your tie once more. As you slipped it back on, you glanced in the mirror a few feet away from your desk, your reflection staring back at you, still tense from the mess earlier. "And donât worry, Iâll go get my tea. I need some fresh air."
Your purse and phone in hand, you walked toward Karina, stopping right in front of her. She stood still, her wide eyes following your every move. Without thinking too much, you reached out, wrapping her in a small hug. Her body stiffened in surprise as you pressed a soft kiss to her cheek.
"Thank you for everything youâve done, Karina," you whispered. "I donât know what I would do without you."
The sincerity in your voice lingered in the air, and before she could react, you pulled away and walked out of the office, leaving Karina standing there, frozen in place. Her mind raced, still processing the fact that youâher boss, the person she'd been secretly harboring a crush on for monthsâhad just kissed her.
She turned slowly, her gaze fixed on your hips swaying as you walked away, the loose fabric of your office pants hanging just right. She swallowed hard, heat flooding her cheeks as her thoughts ran wild. Sheâd always admired the way you moved, the confidence that radiated from you even in moments of frustration. But seeing you like this, relaxed, offering a rare glimpse of your softer sideâit was almost too much.
For a moment, she stood in the empty office, her fingers brushing over the spot on her cheek where your lips had touched. She replayed your words over and over in her mind. "I donât know what I would do without you."
Her heart raced, her mind torn between professionalism and the burning attraction that had been growing for months. She wondered if you knew. If you felt it too.
Hours had passed since your kiss on her cheek, and Karina had tried her best to focus on her work, but the tension had only grown more unbearable. She watched you as you worked late into the evening, your brow furrowed as you wrapped up some final documents. The sight of you, so composed, so in control, only made her more restless.
Karina shifted uncomfortably in her seat, her panties soaked through as her body responded to the images that wouldnât stop playing in her mindâyour lips against her cheek, the warmth of your embrace, the casual dominance you exuded. She couldn't take it anymore.
Excusing herself quietly, she slipped out of the office and headed straight for the bathroom. The building was nearly empty by now, long after most employees had gone home. Her steps quickened as she entered the spacious corporate bathroom, relief flooding her as she realized there were no cameras, no one to catch her in this state.
She felt a mix of shame and desire as she jumped to the large sink, giving her back to the mirror, her breath shaky as she slipped her fingers under her skirt and tugged her soaked panties down. The cool air hit her damp entrance, making her shiver. Karina bit her lip, her fingers grazing her slit as she sat on the edge of the sink, her legs spread wide.
Her mind wandered immediately back to youâthe way you had looked at her earlier, the way your lips brushed her cheek, the heat of your body so close to hers. She imagined your hands on her, how strong and sure they would feel, gripping her hips, pulling her against you.
She moaned softly, her fingers circling her clit as she closed her eyes, losing herself in the fantasy. She could see you now, standing in front of her, watching her with that same cocky smile you always had in meetings. Your eyes dark with lust, your chest pressing against hers as you leaned in, your breath hot against her skin.
"Fuck, just like that boss." she moaned lowly, her other hand grabbing her breast to add pleasure.
Karina's breath hitched as she dipped her fingers inside herself, imagining it was you, your hands roaming her body, claiming her. Her hips bucked instinctively, chasing the pleasure that was building inside her. She bit down on her lip, hard, to keep herself from crying out as her fingers worked faster, plunging in and out of her soaked entrance.
She could picture it so vividlyâthe way your lips would feel on hers, rough and demanding, the way you would push her up against the wall of your office, your body dominating hers completely. She wanted it. God, she wanted you. She wanted you to take control, to take her apart piece by piece until there was nothing left but pure, raw desire.
âOh⌠Y/NâŚâ Karina moaned, her voice barely a whisper in the empty bathroom, but it felt deafening to her ears. The way your name slipped past her lips only fueled the heat burning inside her. She pressed her fingers deeper, her slick walls clenching around them as she imagined it was you filling her, your hands all over her body, dominating her just like she craved.
Her breath came in short, ragged gasps as her hips rocked against her hand. Each stroke of her fingers was a reminder of how much she wanted you, how much she needed you to claim her. In her mind, she could feel your hands gripping her hips, pulling her roughly against you, your lips trailing heated kisses down her neck, leaving marks that only she would know were there.
âMore⌠please,â she whimpered, her other hand teasing her breast through the fabric of her blouse, pinching her nipple between her fingers. The sensation made her arch her back, pressing harder against the cold mirror behind her. The contrast between the chill of the glass and the heat of her body sent shivers down her spine.
Karinaâs movements became more frantic, her fingers plunging deeper and faster inside her dripping core as she imagined the moment when youâd finally snap. When youâd push her onto your desk, your eyes dark with lust, and tear off her clothes without a second thought. She could see the look on your faceâthe raw desire as you took control, your lips crashing against hers in a bruising kiss, your body pressing her into submission.
The fantasy felt so real that Karina could almost taste your lips, feel the roughness of your touch as you claimed her in every way sheâd dreamed of. Her hips bucked wildly, chasing the orgasm that was quickly building, her body trembling with need.
âY/N⌠fuck, pleaseâŚâ Her voice was hoarse, barely more than a breath as her body teetered on the edge. The slick sounds of her fingers moving in and out of her soaked entrance filled the bathroom, the echo only making her wetter.
And then it hit herâa blinding wave of pleasure that ripped through her, making her whole body tremble. Her back arched violently, her legs shaking as she came hard, her walls clenching around her fingers. A strangled moan escaped her lips, and she quickly bit down on her hand to stifle the sound, her heart pounding in her chest.
She sat there for a moment, slumped against the sink, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Her body was still buzzing with the aftershocks of her orgasm, her fingers coated in her arousal. She stared at herself in the mirror, her flushed cheeks and slightly disheveled hair a stark contrast to the composed secretary she tried so hard to be around you.
But she knew that no matter how hard she tried to hide it, the desire she felt for you wasnât going away. If anything, it was growing stronger, more unbearable by the day. She couldnât help but wonder what would happen if you ever found out. Would you push her away? Or would you give in to the same temptation that haunted her every waking thought?
With a sigh, Karina quickly cleaned herself up and adjusted her clothes, trying to shake off the guilt that always seemed to follow these moments of weakness. But as she made her way back to her desk, one thing was clearâher need for you wasnât just a passing fantasy.
When she opened the bathroom door, she saw you standing behind it, your cheeks red, but not as much as hers. Her solution? To ran to her stuff and to the stairs to leave the building. She was fucked, really fucked.
Karinaâs heart dropped into her stomach the moment she opened the bathroom door. There you were, standing right outside, your eyes widening slightly as you met her gaze. The air between you felt heavy, charged with something undeniable, and the color on your cheeks gave away more than you probably intended. You knew. You mustâve heard her.
Her body froze for a split second, panic flooding her veins. She could see the flicker of curiosity, perhaps even amusement, in your eyes, but it only made her more anxious. She couldnât face youânot after what she had just done, not with the sound of your name still lingering on her lips from the pleasure sheâd just experienced.
Without a word, Karina darted past you, her cheeks burning with embarrassment. Her mind screamed at her to leave, to escape before she made things even worse. She didnât dare look back as she sprinted toward her desk, her heart racing as she gathered her things in a hurried frenzy. She grabbed her bag and her coat, her fingers trembling as she fumbled with the zipper.
I'm fucked. I'm so fucking fucked.
The thoughts ran wild in her mind as she turned toward the stairs, desperate to leave the building before she had to confront you again. She couldnât bear the thought of what you must be thinking. How long had you been standing there? Did you hear her moaning your name?
She nearly tripped over her own feet as she stumbled into the stairwell, the pounding of her heartbeat louder than her footsteps echoing in the empty space. She needed to get awayâfar away. Her mind was spinning, her arousal now tainted with overwhelming guilt and embarrassment. What had she done? What if you called her out? What if this ruined everything?
But as she reached the bottom floor, panting from both the run and the sheer panic consuming her, one thing stuck in her mind like an anchor:
You had been standing there. Watching her.
Karina's hands trembled as she unlocked her apartment door, barely registering the sound of it closing behind her as she hurried inside. Her mind was a blur of panic and humiliation, replaying the moment over and over again. You had been there, watching herâhow much had you seen? How much had you heard?
She dropped her bag onto the floor, rushing to her desk. Her laptop sat in its usual spot, but tonight, it felt like a lifelineâa way to escape the nightmare sheâd created for herself. Without thinking twice, Karina opened it, her fingers flying over the keyboard as she opened her email.
She couldnât stay. She couldnât face you after this. The shame was too much. She had crossed a line, and now there was no going back. Her thoughts raced as she typed out the words, her heart pounding in her chest.
Subject: Resignation Letter
Y/N, I apologize for my actions earlier today. I crossed a line I shouldnât have, and I understand if youâve lost any respect for me. Iâve been dealing with some personal feelings that I should never have let interfere with my work, and for that, Iâm truly sorry. Effective immediately, I will be resigning from my position as your secretary. Please know that I have nothing but the utmost respect for you as a leader and a person, and I deeply regret putting our professional relationship at risk. I will come in tomorrow to submit my official resignation letter and collect my belongings. Thank you for everything youâve done for me. Sincerely, Karina.
She stared at the words on the screen, her chest tightening as she hovered over the send button. It felt like the only solution, the only way to escape the weight of her mistake.
With a deep breath, she pressed send.
The email disappeared from her screen, and with it, a part of her felt like it was breaking. All the late nights, all the effort sheâd put into working for youâit was all coming to an end because of one moment of weakness.
Her phone buzzed on the desk, pulling her out of her spiraling thoughts. She picked it up, her breath catching in her throat when she saw it was a message from you.
Y/N: Karina, we need to talk. Since tomorrow is Saturday and in Chuseok the building is closed, I invite you to have a meeting in my house because I don't find it appropriate to talk about this at a restaurant. This is the direction: xxx-xxx-xx and please be there at 3pm Punctual.
Her stomach dropped.
Karina stared at the message, her heart pounding in her chest as her mind raced. You werenât angry in the text, at least not from what she could tell, but there was a seriousness in your words that sent chills down her spine. A meeting at your house? The thought alone made her dizzy. What did you want to talk about? Did you see more than she realized?
She bit her lip, pacing around her living room as anxiety gnawed at her. She had already sent the resignation email, but this meeting seemed to complicate everything. If she didnât show up, it would make things worseâlike she was running from the situation. But going to your house? That was a whole different level of intimidation.
The clock ticked away the minutes as Karina stood frozen, unsure of what to do. The image of you standing outside the bathroom, watching her, flashed in her mind again. Had you seen her? Heard her moan your name? Her legs felt weak at the thought. God, why did I let it get this far?
But there was no escaping it now. You had invited her, and Karina knew she couldnât avoid this confrontation forever. She needed to face you, if only to try and salvage some semblance of professionalismâor at least to explain herself.
The next day arrived too quickly, and Karina found herself standing outside your house at exactly 3 p.m., her nerves threatening to consume her as she raised her hand to knock. She was dressed conservatively, trying to hide the turmoil she felt inside, but her palms were sweating, and her heart wouldnât stop racing.
Before her hand even made contact with the door, it swung open, and there you were. Dressed casually in a pair of slacks and a simple blouse, your eyes met hers, and Karinaâs breath hitched. You looked calm, composed, yet there was something intense in your gazeâsomething that made her skin tingle with anticipation.
âKarina,â you said softly, stepping aside to let her in. âCome in.â
She hesitated for a moment before stepping over the threshold, her heart pounding in her chest. The atmosphere inside your house was warm, comfortable, but the tension between the two of you was undeniable.
You led her to a sitting area, and as Karina took a seat, she couldnât help but notice how close you were to her, your presence overpowering in the quiet space. Her mind was racing, her pulse quickening as she tried to figure out what you were thinking.
âYou sent me an email,â you started, your tone neutral, but there was something unreadable in your eyes. âAbout your resignation.â
Karina swallowed hard, nodding slightly, unable to find the words to speak. Her hands fidgeted in her lap, the weight of your gaze making her squirm.
âI read it.â You leaned back slightly, your eyes never leaving hers. âBut Iâm not accepting it.â
Her heart skipped a beat, her eyes widening in shock. âY-youâre not?â
You shook your head. âNo. I think thereâs more to talk about before we make any decisions.â Your voice softened as you leaned forward, resting your elbows on your knees. âKarina⌠you're one of my best employees, you know how many people I had to fight for them to not give you corporate cards? I can't loose you for that.â
Karina's heart was pounding, her pulse racing as she listened to your words. She couldn't believe what she was hearingâafter everything, you still wanted her to stay. Her fingers trembled in her lap, the tension between the two of you thick and palpable.
"You fought for me?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper, still processing the gravity of your words. It wasnât just about her job performance; it was something deeper. The weight of your gaze made her stomach flutter.
You gave a small nod, your eyes softening as they locked onto hers. âOf course I did. Youâre invaluable to this company, and to me. The way you handle things, how you think on your feet⌠I couldnât ask for a better secretary. But thisââyour eyes flicked down to her nervously fidgeting handsââthis situation is something we need to talk about."
Karinaâs mouth went dry, her throat tightening as the reality of the situation settled in. She had crossed a line, and now you were confronting it head-on, yet there was no anger in your voice, just a calm determination. It was the part of you that had always drawn her inâyour ability to remain composed, even when things got messy.
âIâm sorry,â she whispered, her voice breaking slightly. âI never meant for you to⌠I mean, I didnât think youâd seeââ
âI did see,â you interrupted gently, standing up and moving around the coffee table to sit directly beside her on the couch. The closeness sent a jolt of electricity through her body. âAnd Iâm not upset, Karina.â
Her head snapped up, eyes wide in confusion. âYouâre not?â
You shook your head, a small smile tugging at the corner of your lips. âNo. If anythingâŚâ You leaned in, your voice dropping to a whisper, âIt made things clearer for me.â
Karinaâs breath hitched, her heart beating wildly in her chest as your words hung in the air. The proximity between you was almost suffocating, the heat radiating from your body making her feel dizzy.
âClearer?â she asked, her voice trembling.
You nodded slowly, your gaze never wavering. âIâve noticed how you look at me, Karina. How you react when Iâm close. I didnât want to cross that line either, but seeing you like thatâŚâ You paused, letting the weight of your words sink in. âIt made me realize I want this just as much as you do.â
Karinaâs world tilted on its axis. She had been consumed by guilt, certain that her feelings were one-sided and inappropriate, but here you were, confessing that you felt the same pull toward her. Her breath caught in her throat as she searched your eyes for any hint of uncertainty, but all she saw was raw desire.
âIâŚâ Karinaâs words failed her, her mind spinning as she tried to comprehend what was happening. She wanted to say something, anything, but the only thing she could think about was how close you wereâhow easy it would be to close the gap between you.
"Don't say anything. You can leave now. See you at the office and have a good Chuseok." You stood up, the moment hanging heavy in the air, charged with the unspoken tension that enveloped you both. Karina remained seated, her eyes wide, still trying to process your confession. The room felt smaller, the air thicker, and every heartbeat echoed in the silence between you.
âWaitââ Karina finally managed, her voice barely above a whisper. She looked up at you, desperation mingling with uncertainty. âYou canât just leave it like that. You canât just drop a bombshell and walk away!â
You hesitated, your hand resting on the back of the chair as you turned to face her. âWhat do you want me to say? Iâve been trying to keep things professional, but this⌠whatever this is between us⌠itâs becoming impossible to ignore.â
Karina stood, the urgency in her movements belying the vulnerability she felt. âI donât want to ignore it. I want to understand it. I want to understand us.â
You took a deep breath, the weight of her words sinking in. Youâd never imagined you would find yourself in this position, torn between your responsibilities as her boss and the undeniable chemistry that crackled between you. âIâm afraid of what this means. I donât want to jeopardize your career, or mine,â you admitted, your voice softer now.
Karina stepped closer, her determination shining through. âIâm not worried about that. Iâve wanted this for so long. Just⌠give me a chance to show you that it can work. That we can make this work.â
Her earnestness tugged at something deep within you. You wanted to say yes, to take a leap into the unknown with her. But the weight of your positions, the risks involvedâit all held you back.
âJust⌠give me time to think,â you finally replied, your voice tinged with regret. âI need to sort through my feelings and figure out what this means for us.â
âOkay,â Karina said, her voice low but resolute. âIâll wait. Just donât take too long.â
As you walked toward the door, you felt her gaze on your back, a hopeful one. You paused for a moment, glancing back at her. âEnjoy your Chuseok, Karina. I hope itâs a good one.â
With that, Karina stepped out of the house, the door clicking shut behind her.
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All of that led you both to this moment a month and half later, each of you unable to keep your eyes off each other. Karina had taken things to a new level; her outfits had transformed into a tantalizing display that left little to the imagination. The long pencil skirt that once fell to her knees now clung to her curves, shortened just enough to drive your thoughts wild. The first three buttons of her blouse were undone, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of her cleavageâa line that beckoned your gaze like a forbidden invitation.
During meetings, you found it increasingly difficult to concentrate. Her confidence was intoxicating, and every sly glance exchanged felt charged with the thrill of the secret you both held. When the office was quiet, Karina would often approach you, her steps deliberate as she approached your desk with that playful smile that promised trouble.
âNeed a little help?â sheâd tease, leaning just close enough for you to catch a whiff of her floral perfume, a mix of sweetness and seduction that sent shivers down your spine.
Youâd look up, pretending to be busy with work, though every fiber of your being was attuned to her presence. âIâm fine,â youâd reply, your voice betraying a hint of tension.
But she wouldnât let it go. As the days went on, Karina found ways to brush against you as she leaned over your desk, her hands lightly grazing your arm while she offered suggestions on projects. The massages she gave you were discreet, her fingers kneading your shoulders just enough to bring you back to the moment yet leaving you craving more. The thrill of being caught made every touch feel electric, the boundaries of your professional relationship bending with each fleeting moment.
One afternoon, as the sun streamed through the office windows, casting a warm glow over everything and once again, everybody left, Karina slipped into your office with an almost predatory grace. She closed the door behind her, her eyes sparkling with mischief. âI thought we could use a little break,â she said, her voice a sultry whisper that made your pulse quicken.
âWhat kind of break?â you asked, attempting to keep your tone steady, but the question hung in the air, heavy with anticipation.
With a smirk, she stepped closer, her hands finding your shoulders, fingers digging in as she started to massage you. The pressure was firm, yet gentle, and you could feel the tension of the day melting away under her skilled hands. âThe kind that helps you unwind,â she murmured, leaning in closer. You could feel her breath against your ear, the warmth of her body radiating just inches from you.
You closed your eyes for a moment, allowing yourself to sink into the sensation. But the reality of your situation crashed back down. âKarina, we canâtââ
âCanât what?â she interrupted, her tone teasing, yet a glimmer of seriousness flickered in her gaze. âCanât enjoy what we both want?â
The boldness of her words sent your heart racing. You opened your eyes to find her staring at you with an intensity that made it hard to breathe. âThis is risky,â you warned, though your voice lacked conviction. The truth was, you wanted herâneeded herâbut the repercussions of crossing that line were terrifying.
âMaybe itâs time to take that risk,â she replied, her fingers pausing as she searched your eyes for a sign of hesitation. âWhat if it could be more than just⌠this?â
Her words hung between you, filled with promise and temptation. In that moment, with the door locked and the world outside fading away, you realized the only thing standing in your way was fear. Karina was offering you something thrilling, something that could change everything.
Taking a deep breath, you weighed your options, your heart pounding in your chest. âWhat do you have in mind?â you finally asked her eyes shinning as she left your shoulder alone.
"I want to take control," she said, her voice low and sultry, laced with a challenge. The way she said it sent a shiver down your spine, awakening a part of you that craved surrender.
âTake control?â you repeated, laughing a little. âYou really think you can?â
"What do you even question that? Youâll know it if you give me the chance, boss," she replied, her confidence unwavering.
You arched an eyebrow, intrigued by her boldness. âAnd what exactly does that entail? You think you can just waltz in here and take charge?â
Karina stepped closer, her eyes glinting with mischief. âOh, I donât just think about itâI know it. Youâve felt it too, havenât you? The way I make you feel? All that tension building between us?â
Her words struck a chord within you. The tension was undeniable; every encounter, every lingering touch had only added fuel to the fire. âOkay, letâs say Iâm intrigued,â you admitted, trying to keep your tone light, though the seriousness of the situation settled over you like a heavy blanket. âWhatâs your plan?â
"I'm starting like this." Karina grabbed the back of your neck, her lips connecting with yours in a surprising kiss.
The sensation hit you like a jolt of electricity, igniting every nerve ending as she pressed into you, her warmth enveloping you completely. It was unexpected but thrilling, a rush of passion that sent your heart racing. You found yourself leaning into the kiss, your hands instinctively moving to her waist, drawing her even closer.
Karina deepened the kiss, her mouth moving against yours with a fervor that took your breath away. It felt both exhilarating and forbidden, the world outside fading as you lost yourself in the moment. You could taste the sweetness of her lips, a tantalizing promise of everything that could unfold between you.
As the kiss lingered, you felt her fingers tighten around your neck, grounding you in the dizzying rush of desire. Every worry about the implications of this moment melted away, leaving only the raw need that had been simmering beneath the surface for so long.
Finally, Karina pulled back slightly, her breath mingling with yours, her eyes dark with desire. âSee? That wasnât so hard, was it?â she teased, a satisfied smile playing on her lips.
"Oh, shut up," you shot back playfully, your need for her burning brighter than ever. This time, it was your turn. You leaned in, capturing her lips in a heated kiss.
Karina moaned into the kiss, and as you introduced your tongue into her mouth, the taste of her sweetness consumed you. You hissed as she playfully bit down on your tongue, the mix of pleasure and pain igniting a deeper craving within you.
In one swift motion, she pulled off the coat of your suit, casting it aside like it was nothing. The sudden exposure of your blouse made your heart race, but you didnât have time to process it before she ripped the buttons off, leaving your blouse gaping open.
âKarina!â you gasped, a mix of shock and exhilaration washing over you.
âIâm buying you another one,â she replied with a wicked grin, her voice dripping with mischief. With that, she tossed your bra aside, her mouth immediately finding one of your nipples.
The sensation of her warm mouth enveloping you sent waves of pleasure coursing through your body. You couldnât help but arch your back, pressing into her as she expertly teased and tugged with her lips. Every flick of her tongue made you gasp, each pull drawing you deeper into a haze of desire.
You were losing yourself in the moment, your mind swirling with sensations as you surrendered to her completely. The office, the risk, everything outside faded into oblivion. All that mattered was the heat building between you, the way she took charge and the way you willingly followed. Her fingers moved deftly to the zipper of your skirt, pulling it down and letting it pool around your ankles. The cool air rushed against your skin, mixing with the heat radiating from your core, which only heightened your arousal.
As the skirt dropped to the floor, you felt her fingers slide down your thighs, coating them with the wetness that had begun to gather at your entrance. It sent a shiver up your spine, and you couldnât help but gasp at the sensation. The anticipation was almost unbearable; you wanted her to take you, to fill that yearning space inside you.
âSit on the desk,â she commanded, her voice low and sultry. Without hesitation, you did as she said, climbing onto the polished surface. The cool wood felt exhilarating against your heated skin, and you leaned back slightly, watching her with eager eyes.
Karina started to take off her own clothes, slowly peeling away the layers that separated you. She was intoxicating, her confidence radiating as she left only her bra and underwear on. With a practiced grace, she gathered her hair into an updo, ensuring not a single strand fell across her face. The sight of herâbarely clothed, focused, and so undeniably in controlâmade your heart race.
âKarinaâŚâ you breathed, your voice laced with need.
Without responding, she got on her knees, her face hovering just in front of your entrance. The proximity made your breath hitch, every nerve ending alive with anticipation. The moment felt electric, as if the very air around you crackled with tension.
âAre you ready for this?â she asked, her voice a sultry whisper that sent a jolt of excitement through you.
You nodded, unable to form coherent words, your mind too consumed with the sensation of having her so close. âJust give it to me,â you finally managed to say, your voice barely above a whisper.
âNeedy girl,â she replied, her eyes darkening with hunger. She leaned in closer, her breath warm against your sensitive skin, and you could feel every ounce of her intention radiating toward you.
Her tongue darted out, teasingly brushing against your entrance, sending a rush of sensation through your body. You gasped, instinctively pushing your hips forward, craving more of her touch. Karina grinned, clearly enjoying your reaction, and with a gentle but firm grip, she held your thighs apart, making sure you were completely open for her.
With deliberate slowness, she began to explore you with her tongue, swirling and teasing as she expertly drew out every moan that slipped past your lips. You couldnât help but writhe on the desk, your body responding to her every movement, each flick and caress sending waves of pleasure coursing through you.
âKarina,â you gasped, the name escaping your lips like a prayer. âThat feels so good.â
She responded by intensifying her ministrations, adding pressure and speed as she buried her face deeper between your thighs. The world around you blurred, every thought dissolving into pure ecstasy. You could feel the knot of tension tightening within you, ready to unravel at any moment.
âYouâre so beautiful like this,â she murmured against you, the vibrations of her voice sending another wave of pleasure shooting through your body. âSo responsive.â
You gripped the edge of the desk, your knuckles turning white as you fought to keep your composure. It was becoming increasingly difficult to maintain any semblance of control. âIâm close,â you breathed, your voice trembling with urgency.
âLet go,â she urged, her tone both commanding and coaxing. âIâve got you.â
With those words, you surrendered completely to the pleasure, allowing yourself to be swept away in the tide of sensation. Every flick of her tongue, every gentle suckle sent you spiraling closer to the edge. The world faded away completely; there was only you and Karina, entwined in this moment of unrestrained desire.
As she worked you closer to the brink, you felt the tension building higher and higher, your body coiling like a spring ready to snap. âKarina! I canât hold on much longer!â you cried out, your voice echoing in the quiet office.
âCome on, baby,â she murmured, her eyes locking onto yours with a smoldering intensity. âLet it all out. I want to feel you come apart for me.â
With a final flick of her tongue, she sent you over the edge. A rush of pleasure flooded through you, and you gasped as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over your body. You cried out her name, the sound echoing in the air as you felt yourself surrender completely, unraveling in her grasp.
Karina didnât relent, continuing to pleasure you through your climax, her tongue coaxing every last bit of sensation from you until you were left breathless and trembling on the desk.
âLay on the desk, youâre going to eat me out,â she commanded, her tone leaving no room for argument. With a swift motion, she pushed everything off your desk, scattering papers and office supplies to the floor without a second thought. You barely registered the chaos as your heart raced with excitement and anticipation.
As you settled back onto the desk, you watched her climb up, her movements fluid and enticing. The sight of herâthe way she gracefully positioned herselfâonly added to your arousal. She leaned down, capturing your lips in a messy, passionate kiss. You could taste yourself on her lips, the mingling flavors driving you wild. It was intoxicating, and you found yourself melting into her touch.
She separated from you to take her panties off, making you lick your lips in anticipation. Karina positioned herself, kneeling on the desk at the side of your face, exposing her glistening core to you. You could see how she was clenching around nothing, her body eager and ready for your touch.
âCome on, boss. Own me,â she urged, her voice sultry and filled with need. You grabbed her thighs, feeling the heat radiating from her skin, and pushed her down, your mouth finally making contact with her entrance. As your tongue brushed against her, her hands went straight to your hair, fingers gripping tightly as she gasped for air.
âFuck, youâre such a good girl,â she breathed, her words igniting a fire deep within you. You felt the thrill of pleasure radiate through you at her praise, pushing you to dive deeper into her sweetness.
You began to lick and tease her, your tongue exploring her folds with an eager hunger. Each stroke was met with a delightful response from Karina, her moans sending vibrations of pleasure through you. You could feel her body responding, the way her hips instinctively moved toward your mouth, urging you to take her deeper.
As you continued, you found a rhythm that seemed to drive her wild. The taste of her arousal filled your senses, intoxicating and addictive. You focused on her clit, swirling your tongue around the sensitive nub, watching as her body reacted with every flick and teasing stroke.
âJust like that,â she encouraged, her voice a mix of desperation and delight. âDonât stop.â
You loved the way she felt beneath you, the way her body writhed with pleasure as you brought her closer to the edge. Her hands tangled in your hair, pulling you closer as if trying to mold you into exactly what she needed. Each gasp and moan fueled your desire to give her everything you had.
âPlease, donât hold back,â she begged, her voice trembling with urgency. âFuck me, please.â
With a wicked grin, you lifted your gaze to meet hers, locking eyes as you plunged your tongue deeper inside her. The sight of her pleasure, the way her back arched and her breath quickened, drove you to push harder, to give her every ounce of pleasure you could muster.
Karinaâs gasps turned into cries, each one a beautiful melody that echoed in the dimly lit office. You loved the power of bringing her to this point, of watching her unravel before you. âYou taste so good,â you murmured against her, the vibrations only intensifying the sensations coursing through her.
âGod, Iâm so close,â she cried out, her voice strained as she clung to you. âDonât stop, donât you dare stop!â
You obliged, working your tongue with renewed vigor, alternating between teasing licks and deep thrusts as you sought to bring her to the brink. Her body quivered, her breaths coming in short, desperate gasps as you coaxed her toward the edge.
âCum for me, Karina,â you urged, your voice dripping with lust as you gave a spank in each of her asscheeks, causing her to jump. âCan you also be a good slut?.â
With that encouragement, you felt her tighten around you, her body trembling as the pleasure surged through her. âOh my God, yes!â she cried, her voice echoing in the quiet room as she let go, her orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave.
You savored the moment, relishing the taste of her release as it washed over your tongue. Karinaâs body shook beneath you, the sound of her moans filling your ears as you continued to pleasure her through the waves of ecstasy.
Finally, as her body began to relax, you pulled back, gazing up at her with a satisfied grin. âYou were incredible,â you said, your heart racing from the intensity of the experience.
Karina looked down at you, breathless and flushed, her eyes sparkling with satisfaction. âYou have no idea how much I needed that,â she replied, a smile breaking across her face.
You couldnât help but return her smile, the connection between you deeper than ever. âI think Iâm starting to understand,â you said, your voice soft but filled with promise.
"Let's go to my place," Karina said, her face still showing the bliss of the moment.
"Can I ask why?" you said, smiling at her state.
"I have a double penetration dildo and a strap on I want to use on you,"
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Pairing: Knight! G!P! Karina x princess! fem reader
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âY/N,â he begins, his tone one of authority. âNext week Wednesday is an important night, not just for our kingdom, but for you personally.â
You nod, trying to keep your expression composed. âYes, Father.â
He walks over to you, placing a hand on your shoulder. His grip is firm, a reminder of the expectations that have always been placed on you. âMarkâs family is powerful, their influence extends across many lands. A strong alliance with them would benefit our kingdom greatly. Itâs time you start thinking about your future⌠about marriage.â
The words hit you like a blow to the chest, but you force yourself to remain calm, nodding in agreement. âI understand, Father.â
He studies you for a moment, his gaze softening slightly. âI know this isnât easy for you, Y/N. But as a princess, your duty to the kingdom must come first. Tonight, you must show Markâs family that youâre ready to take on that responsibility.â
You swallow hard, your throat tightening as you suppress the emotions threatening to break free. âI will do my best, Father.â
He gives you a small, approving nod before turning back to the window. âGood. Now, go prepare yourself for the ball. Remember, the future of our kingdom rests on your shoulders.â
With a final bow, you leave his chambers, your composure intact until youâre out of sight. The moment you reach your own room, however, the dam breaks. You collapse onto your bed, tears streaming down your face as the weight of your fatherâs words crashes over you.
Itâs not just the thought of marriage that tears at your heartâitâs the knowledge that you could never be with the one person you truly love. The unfairness of it all feels suffocating, as though youâre trapped in a cage with no escape.
The door to your chambers opens quietly, and you look up to see Karina standing there. Her expression shifts from concern to heartbreak when she sees you crying. She rushes to your side, kneeling beside you as she gently takes your hands in hers.
âWhatâs wrong, Y/N?â she asks softly, her voice filled with worry. âWhat happened?â
You can barely speak through your sobs, but the words tumble out in a broken whisper. âItâs so unfair, Karina. My father⌠he wants me to marry Mark. He says itâs my duty to the kingdom, but⌠but what about us? Why canât we be together?â
Karinaâs jaw clenches, and you can see the anger flicker in her eyes. She pulls you into her arms, holding you tightly as if she can shield you from the pain of reality. âYouâll always have me, Y/N. Iâll be by your side, no matter what. And if it comes to it, Iâll run away with you. We can leave this place, start a new life where no one can tell us what we can or cannot be.â
You pull back slightly, looking into her eyes, searching for any hint of hesitation. âYou would do that for me?â you ask, your voice trembling.
Her eyes blaze with fierce determination as she cups your face in her hands. âI would do anything for you. Iâd even get rid of anyone who stands in our way⌠even your father if it meant keeping you safe and happy.â
Your breath catches in your throat at her words, a surge of emotion overwhelming you. The world around you falls away, and all that matters is Karinaâher love, her devotion, the way she makes you feel safe and cherished. Without thinking, you crash your lips against hers, the kiss filled with desperation and raw need.
Karina responds immediately, her arms wrapping around you as she deepens the kiss. You can feel the intensity in the way she holds you, as if she never wants to let go. Her hands begin to roam, pulling you closer until thereâs no space left between your bodies.
You break the kiss, panting as you look at her with a mix of longing and urgency. âKarina⌠I need you. PleaseâŚâ
She doesnât need to be told twice. In a blur of motion, she lifts you into her arms, carrying you over to the bed. She lays you down gently, her eyes dark with desire as she hovers over you. The sight of her above you, her hair falling like a curtain around your face, sends a shiver of anticipation through you.
âAre you sure?â she asks, her voice husky, though you can see the tenderness in her eyes.
You nod, your hands trembling as they reach for her. âIâve never been more sure of anything.â
With that, she kisses you again, her lips moving down your neck as her hands begin to undo the delicate ties of your gown. The fabric slips away, exposing your skin to the cool air and Karinaâs burning touch. Her fingers trace over your curves, leaving a trail of fire in their wake as she explores every inch of you.
Your breaths become ragged as her hands move lower, teasing and caressing, until youâre a trembling mess beneath her. The composed princess, who stood so poised before her father, is gone. All that remains is a woman lost in the throes of passion, unable to hold back the moans and gasps that escape her lips.
âKarina⌠pleaseâŚâ you plead, your voice barely a whisper as you arch into her touch.
She doesnât make you wait any longer. Her hand slips between your thighs, and you cry out at the sensation, your body reacting instantly to her touch. She watches you, her eyes filled with a mix of love and desire, as she brings you to the edge of ecstasy.
You can barely think, your mind clouded with pleasure as she continues to work her magic. Words fall from your lips, broken and breathless as you cling to her, your nails digging into her shoulders. âKarina⌠I⌠IâmâŚâ
âLet go,â she murmurs against your skin, her voice soothing as she pushes you over the edge. âIâve got you, Y/N. Iâll always have you.â
With a final cry, you shatter, your body trembling as waves of pleasure crash over you. Karina holds you through it, her touch never wavering as she guides you back down, her lips pressing gentle kisses to your flushed skin.
When itâs over, you collapse against her, your heart racing as you try to catch your breath. Karina pulls you close, her arms wrapping around you protectively as she whispers soothing words in your ear.
âYouâre mine,â she whispers, her voice full of conviction. âAnd Iâll never let anyone take you from me.â
You smile weakly, feeling safe and cherished in her embrace. âAnd Iâm yours,â you murmur, your voice filled with emotion. âAlwaysâ
ââ
The sun is beginning to set, casting a warm glow through the tall windows of your chambers. You stand before a large mirror, admiring the way your gown shimmers like stardust. The intricate embroidery catches the light, making you look like a vision of royalty. You smile softly at your reflection, but the flutter in your stomach isnât just from the anticipation of the grand ballâitâs from the woman standing just behind you, her presence as electrifying as ever.
Karina, your ever-loyal knight, is supposed to be helping you get ready, but her touch lingers far longer than necessary, her hands wandering over the soft fabric of your dress and the bare skin of your shoulders. Her fingers trace delicate patterns on your back, her breath warm against your neck as she leans in close.
âYou look stunning,â she murmurs, her voice thick with desire. âBut you know, I could just as easily take this gown off you as I put it on.â
You feel a shiver run down your spine at her words, and you bite your lip, trying to maintain your composure. âKarina,â you whisper, your voice trembling with both excitement and a hint of warning. âWe donât have time for this⌠the ballââ
âLet them wait,â she interrupts, her hands sliding around your waist, pulling you back against her. âYou know how much I hate sharing you with them.â
You laugh softly, though it quickly turns into a quiet gasp as she presses a kiss to the nape of your neck, her lips lingering there. âKarina, please,â you try to protest, but your resolve is already weakening under her touch.
She turns you around to face her, her eyes dark with longing as they meet yours. âDo you know how hard it is to keep my hands off you?â she asks, her voice low and husky. âTo watch you parade around in front of all those nobles, pretending you belong to the kingdom when youâre mine?â
The possessiveness in her tone sends a thrill through you, and you canât help the way your body responds to her, leaning into her touch. âI belong to you,â you whisper, your hands coming up to rest on her chest. âBut we must be careful. If anyone finds outâŚâ
She silences you with a deep, searing kiss, her hands sliding up to cup your face. The kiss is filled with a mix of frustration and need, her lips demanding as they move against yours. You melt into her, the worries about the ball and the court slipping away, replaced by the sheer intensity of her kiss.
When she finally pulls back, youâre both breathless, her forehead resting against yours. âIâll never let anyone take you from me,â she vows, her voice rough with emotion. âYouâre mine, Y/N. Only mine.â
Your heart swells at her words, and you nod, your hands tightening on her arms. âAnd Iâm yours,â you reply, your voice soft but firm. âNow and always.â
She kisses you again, more gently this time, before reluctantly pulling away. âWe should go,â she says, though the reluctance is clear in her voice. âBefore I decide to keep you all to myself.â
You laugh softly, brushing a lock of hair behind her ear. âYou always know how to make me want to stay,â you tease, giving her a quick kiss on the cheek before stepping back.
Karina watches as you turn back to the mirror, her eyes never leaving you as you finish preparing. She helps you with the final touches, her fingers brushing against yours as she adjusts your necklace, her gaze filled with both love and longing.
âAre you ready, my princess?â she asks, her voice a soft whisper in your ear.
You nod, turning to face her once more. âAs long as youâre by my side.â
She smiles, a rare, tender smile that makes your heart skip a beat.
ââ
The grand ballroom buzzes with life, the music resonating through the space as the elite of the kingdom whirl about in their finest attire. You, Princess Y/N, are the center of attention, as always. Tonight, you're dressed in a gown that shimmers like stardust, catching the light with every graceful movement you make. You smile and nod politely at the courtiers and nobles who bow as you pass, though your heart is elsewhereâfocused on the one person who truly matters to you.
From across the room, you feel Karina's eyes on you. Your knight, ever vigilant, stands close to the shadows, her gaze never straying far from you. Sheâs always been your protector, your confidante, and now, your secret love. The bond you share is a hidden treasure, known only to the two of you, kept safe from the prying eyes of the court.
As you continue to circulate through the room, your attention is suddenly drawn to Prince Mark, who approaches with an easy confidence. His charm is well-known, and the look in his eyes tells you that tonight, his interest is solely on you.
âYour Highness,â he says with a smooth bow, his eyes gleaming as they meet yours. âWould you do me the honor of a dance?â
You hesitate for a brief moment, your thoughts flickering to Karina. But you know that you must accept; refusing him in front of the court could raise unnecessary questions. With a composed smile, you place your hand in his. âOf course, Your Grace.â
As the two of you begin to dance, Mark pulls you slightly closer, his grip firm but still within the bounds of propriety. The two of you move together effortlessly, and for those watching, youâre the perfect picture of royalty. Yet, thereâs an unease in the pit of your stomach, a feeling that only grows as Markâs gaze lingers on you longer than it should.
âPrincess,â he murmurs, his voice low enough that only you can hear, âyou are even more beautiful up close than I imagined. Itâs no wonder everyone speaks so highly of you.â
You offer a polite smile, keeping your expression neutral. âYou flatter me, Your Grace.â
You nod, allowing him to lead you onto the dance floor. As you move together to the rhythm of the music, he watches you closely, his gaze intent. âYou must have suitors from every corner of the kingdom, vying for your hand,â he begins, his voice low and intimate. âBut I wonder, has anyone truly captured your heart?â
His question pulls at something deep inside you, and you canât help but laugh softly, the sound tinged with the memory of the night beforeâa memory that flashes vividly in your mind.
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It was late, the palace silent, the moonlight casting a soft glow through the curtains of your chambers. Karina, your loyal knight and secret lover, had entered your room with a look that sent a shiver down your spine. She closed the door behind her, sealing off the world outside, leaving only the two of you in the quiet intimacy of the night.
Without a word, she crossed the room, her eyes locked onto yours. You tried to maintain your composure, the grace and poise expected of a princess, but it all began to slip away the moment Karina reached you. She cupped your face in her hands, her touch gentle yet commanding, and leaned in to press her lips against yours in a kiss that was both tender and full of unspoken desire.
âY/N,â she murmured against your lips, her voice a husky whisper that sent a thrill down your spine. âYou drive me mad, you know that?â
You smiled against her mouth, your heart pounding in your chest. âAnd what do you plan to do about it, Karina?â
Her answer was to deepen the kiss, her hands moving to the laces of your gown, deftly untying them. âIâm going to make you mine,â she whispered, her breath hot against your ear. âIâm going to make you forget everything but me.â
You shivered at her words, a quiet moan escaping your lips as she pushed the gown from your shoulders, letting it pool at your feet. The cool air of the room brushed against your bare skin, but all you could focus on was Karinaâher touch, her scent, the way she looked at you like you were the only thing that mattered in the world.
âKarina,â you breathed, your hands finding their way to the hem of her tunic, tugging it over her head. âI need you.â
She groaned softly, the sound vibrating against your skin as she kissed a path down your neck. âYouâll have me, Y/N,â she promised, her voice thick with need. âBut first, I want to hear you say it. I want to hear you say that youâre mine.â
You gasped as her hands roamed over your body, her fingers brushing over sensitive spots that made you arch into her touch. âIâm yours,â you whispered, your voice trembling with anticipation. âIâm yours, Karina.â
She smiled against your skin, a wicked smile that made your pulse race. âThatâs what I like to hear,â she murmured, her lips trailing down your collarbone, over the curve of your breast. Her hands gripped your hips, guiding you back until you were lying on the bed, her body hovering over yours.
âTell me how much you want this,â she said, her voice low and commanding as she teased you with light touches, her fingers brushing over your thighs.
âI want this more than anything,â you moaned, your back arching as she continued to tease you, the ache between your legs growing with every passing second. âPlease, Karina, donât make me wait.â
She chuckled softly, a sound full of dark promise. âOh, my princess, I wonât make you wait long,â she said, positioning herself between your legs. âBut I need you to know that Iâm the only one who can make you feel like this. Do you understand?â
You nodded frantically, your hands gripping the sheets as she finally entered you, a cry of pure pleasure escaping your lips. The sensation was overwhelming, her rhythm steady and deep, each thrust driving you closer to the edge.
âKarina,â you gasped, your voice breaking as she moved inside you, the pleasure building with each thrust. âOh, gods, Karinaââ
âLouder,â she demanded, her voice rough with desire as she quickened her pace, her hands tightening on your hips. âI want to hear you scream my name, Y/N.â
And you did. The pleasure was too intense, too overwhelming to hold back. You screamed her name as she brought you to your peak, your body trembling beneath hers as the waves of pleasure crashed over you, leaving you breathless and spent.
---
Back in the ballroom, Prince Markâs words pull you back to the present, a soft, knowing smile tugging at your lips as you laugh lightly, your mind still lingering on the memory of Karina and the way she had completely unraveled you just hours ago.
The question catches you off guard, and for a split second, your mind flashes to Karinaâher steady gaze, the way she always seems to understand you without a word. You quickly compose yourself, offering a practiced response. âAs a princess, my duties to the kingdom come first, Prince Mark. Matters of the heart are secondary.â
Markâs smile widens, but thereâs a calculating edge to it. âPerhaps,â he says, leaning in just a fraction closer, âbut even the most dutiful princess deserves someone who understands her, who can stand by her side through all challenges. I could be that person, Y/N.â
His use of your name, without the formal title, feels too intimate, too presumptuous. You maintain your composure, though inside, you can feel your frustration building. âYour Grace, you are kind to offer such sentiments, but I believe you overestimate your familiarity with me.â
Mark chuckles softly, undeterred by your cool response. âPerhaps, but I would very much like to change that. I see in you a strength, a wisdom that surpasses others of your rank. Together, we could do great things.â
The dance continues, but your thoughts are no longer on the music or the steps. Youâre acutely aware of Karina, standing just out of sight, undoubtedly watching this interaction with a heavy heart. You glance briefly in her direction, catching her silhouette in the corner of your eye. The tension in her posture is unmistakableâsheâs holding herself back, maintaining her knightly duty, but you know sheâs struggling to keep her emotions in check.
As the music draws to a close, Mark tightens his grip on your hand slightly, as if he doesnât want to let you go just yet. âThink about what Iâve said, Princess,â he says quietly, his tone sincere. âYou deserve someone who sees you for who you truly are.â
You nod politely, withdrawing your hand as the dance ends. âI appreciate your words, Your Grace. Now, if youâll excuse me, I must attend to my other guests.â
Before Mark can respond, Karina appears at your side, her presence a reassuring balm to your frayed nerves. She bows slightly, her voice calm but with an edge of urgency. âYour Highness, may I have a word?â
You nod, grateful for the interruption. As you walk away from the crowded ballroom, you feel Karinaâs hand brush against yoursâa brief, hidden touch that sends warmth through your entire being. Once youâre alone in a secluded corridor, Karina turns to you, her eyes searching yours.
âAre you alright?â she asks, her voice filled with concern.
You nod, though the encounter with Mark has left you unsettled. âIâm fine, Karina. But he was⌠persistent.â
Karinaâs jaw tightens, and you can see the storm brewing behind her usually composed exterior. âI donât like the way he looks at you,â she admits, her voice low and filled with barely-contained jealousy. âHe doesnât know you like I do, and I wonât let him think he can have you.â
You reach out, gently placing your hand on her cheek. âAnd he wonât,â you assure her softly, leaning in until your lips meet hers in a tender, stolen kiss. âYouâre the one I choose, Karina. Always.â
Karinaâs breath catches, her eyes darkening with a mix of desire and possessiveness as your words sink in. She tightens her grip on your waist, pulling you closer until your bodies are flush against each other.
âThen show me,â she whispers, her voice rough with emotion, as if daring you to prove your devotion.
Your heart skips a beat at her command, the intensity in her gaze sending a shiver down your spine. Without another word, you quickly glance around to ensure no one is watching, then take her hand and lead her down the dimly lit corridor. Your steps are hurried, the anticipation and need driving you forward until you find a door to a private roomâone that you know will offer the seclusion you both crave.
You push the door open, pulling Karina inside before shutting it behind you. The moment the door clicks shut, Karina is on you, her lips crashing against yours in a kiss thatâs both demanding and filled with raw passion. You respond with equal fervor, your hands tangling in her hair as you press your body against hers, needing to feel every inch of her.
She backs you up against the bed, her hands roaming over your curves, teasing the sensitive skin beneath your dress. You moan into her mouth as she grips your hips, lifting you slightly before laying you down on the bed. She hovers over you, her eyes devouring the sight of you laid out beneath her, your dress slipping off your shoulders to reveal more of your skin.
âYouâre so beautiful,â she murmurs, her voice filled with reverence as she dips her head to kiss along your neck. Her lips and teeth work in tandem, leaving a trail of marks that you know will be hidden by your gown later, but for now, theyâre a claimâher claimâon you.
âKarinaâŚâ you gasp, your body arching into her touch as she works your dress down further, exposing your breasts to her hungry gaze. âPlease⌠I need you.â
She growls low in her throat, one hand sliding down your body, pushing up the fabric of your skirts until her fingers find the slick heat between your thighs. âIâm yours, Y/N. Only yours,â she whispers before claiming your lips again, her fingers slipping inside you with ease, making you cry out.
The way she touches you, with both tenderness and urgency, sets your nerves on fire. You grip her shoulders, your hips bucking against her hand as she works you over, her thumb rubbing against your clit in a way that has you seeing stars. But you need moreâso much more.
âKarina,â you pant, your voice breathless as you pull her closer. âI want you inside me. Please⌠I need to feel you.â
She doesnât hesitate. With a quick, deft motion, she undoes her belt and frees herself, her thick, throbbing cock springing to life. The sight of it sends a fresh wave of heat through your body, and you canât help but reach out, your fingers wrapping around her shaft, feeling the way it twitches in your hand. She groans at your touch, her eyes nearly rolling back in her head as you stroke her a few times.
âY/NâŚâ she breathes, her voice strained with desire. âI need you.â
You release her, your hands shaking with anticipation as you pull her down to you, positioning her between your thighs. She lines herself up with your entrance, and you both let out a shared moan as she slowly pushes inside, stretching you in the most delicious way. Your back arches off the bed, your nails digging into her shoulders as she fills you completely.
âOh god, KarinaâŚâ you whimper, your head falling back against the pillows as you feel her cock bulging in your stomach, the veins rubbing exquisitely against your inner walls.
She stills for a moment, allowing you both to adjust to the sensation. Her eyes are locked on yours, filled with a love so deep it nearly takes your breath away. âYouâre so good to me,â she murmurs, her hands caressing your sides as she starts to move, her thrusts slow and deliberate. âHow did I ever deserve you?â
Your heart swells at her words, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes as you meet her thrusts, the pleasure building with each movement. âKarina⌠youâre perfect. Iâm the one whoâs lucky⌠so luckyâŚâ
She kisses you again, her movements becoming more urgent, more frantic as the need to claim you, to make you hers, overwhelms her. You can feel every inch of her inside you, the way her cock drags against your walls, the way she seems to hit that perfect spot with every thrust. Itâs overwhelming, the pleasure bordering on pain as she takes you higher and higher, until youâre both teetering on the edge.
âKarina⌠Iâm closeâŚâ you gasp, your hands gripping her arms as you feel the coil in your belly tightening, ready to snap.
âMe too,â she groans, her hips slamming into yours as she chases her release. âIâm going to fill you up, Y/N⌠make you mineâŚâ
âYouâre so perfect,â Karina breathes, her voice rough with emotion as she begins to move in earnest. Her hips rock against yours, creating a rhythm that has you gasping and moaning with every thrust. âI want to fill you up with my babies, Y/N. I want you to feel me inside you, to know that youâre mine in every way.â
The words hit you like a wave, and you can barely process them through the haze of pleasure. The thought of Karinaâs claim on you, her desire to leave a mark, sends shivers through your body, making your pleasure even more intense.
âKarina⌠please,â you moan, your hands clutching her shoulders as you try to keep your composure. âI⌠I want it.â
âThatâs it,â she murmurs, her breath hot against your ear as she leans in closer. âTake it all, Y/N. I want to see you filled with my cum, to know that youâre carrying a part of me with you.â
Her words are almost too much to bear, adding an extra layer of urgency to her thrusts. Youâre so lost in the pleasure that the thought of what sheâs saying only intensifies the feeling. You moan loudly, your hips bucking against her as your climax draws near.
Karinaâs thrusts become more frantic, her cock driving deeper, hitting all the right spots inside you. She reaches down, her hand finding your clit, rubbing it in tight circles to push you closer to the edge. âCome for me, Y/N,â she commands, her voice a low growl. âI want to feel you come around me, to know that youâre mine completely.â
The combination of her cock filling you and her fingers working magic on your clit sends you spiraling over the edge. You cry out, your body convulsing as your orgasm crashes through you. You canât think, can barely breathe as the pleasure overwhelms you. âKarina⌠Iâm c-comingâŚâ
âGood girl,â she murmurs, her voice filled with pride and desire as she fucks you through your climax. She speeds up her thrusts, her cock pulsing inside you as she chases her own release. âIâm going to fill you up, Y/N. Youâre going to be so full of me, you wonât be able to forget who owns you.â
The force of her words pushes you even further, your orgasm extending as she continues to pound into you, filling you with her cum. You can feel her release filling you, the warmth spreading through your core as she moans and groans, her thrusts becoming erratic as she reaches her peak.
Karina finally stills, her cock twitching inside you as she spills her seed, the heat and pressure almost overwhelming. She collapses beside you, pulling you close as you both try to catch your breath. The room is filled with the sound of your heavy breathing and the faint echoes of your shared pleasure.
âYouâre mine,â Karina whispers, her voice a mix of satisfaction and tenderness as she wraps her arms around you. âAll mine.â
âAnd Iâm yours,â you reply, your voice filled with a contented sigh as you snuggle into her embrace. â
Her words send you over the edge, your orgasm crashing through you like a tidal wave. You scream her name, your body trembling as the pleasure consumes you, your inner walls clamping down around her cock.
The sensation is too much for Karina. With a guttural moan, she thrusts deep inside you one final time, her cock pulsing as she spills her hot seed into you, filling you to the brim. The warmth spreads through you, and you can feel her cum seeping out around her cock, coating your thighs in a sticky mess.
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The moment is brief, but itâs enough to reaffirm what you both know in your hearts. You pull back just as the sound of footsteps echoes down the hallway. With a shared look of understanding, you both step back into your rolesâprincess and knight, lovers hidden in plain sight.
âTonight, we play our parts,â you say quietly, giving her one last lingering look before you return to the ballroom. âBut never forget, itâs you who holds my heart.â
As you rejoin the festivities, Karina watches from the sidelines, her protective gaze never leaving you. And while the world may see you as a princess without a suitor, you both know the truthâa love that runs deeper than duty, hidden beneath the moonlight.
The grand ballroom is alive with laughter and the soft strains of music, guests swirling around in their finest attire. You move through the crowd, your thoughts occupied with the evening's complex dynamics and your secret affair with Karina.
After your quiet, intimate moment with Karina in the hallway, you return to the ballroom, your heart lightened by her presence and the secret you both share.
You exchange fleeting glances with Karina, whose eyes remain steadfast and watchful from the sidelines.
Just as you're about to engage in conversation with a group of nobles, Mark approaches you again. This time, his demeanor is more earnest, and he catches your hand gently, guiding you to a quieter side of the room.
âY/N,â he says, his voice carrying a note of earnest sincerity. âI have something important to ask you.â
You look up at him, sensing the gravity of the moment. âWhat is it, Your Grace?â
Markâs gaze is steady and filled with emotion. He reaches into his pocket and produces a small, elegant box. With a deep breath, he opens it to reveal a sparkling engagement ring. âPrincess Y/N, I know that our time together has been short, but in it, I have seen the depth of your heart and the strength of your character. I cannot imagine my future without you by my side.â
He drops to one knee, his eyes locked on yours. âWill you marry me?â
The room seems to freeze around you. Markâs proposal hangs in the air, the weight of his words heavy and poignant. The unexpectedness of the moment leaves you breathless, a thousand thoughts racing through your mind.
As you open your mouth to respond, a soft touch on your arm makes you turn. Karinaâs presence, though discreet, is unmistakable. Her eyes, filled with a mix of pain and determination, meet yours across the room.
Markâs gaze is unwavering, waiting for your answer, while Karinaâs look speaks volumesâa silent plea, a promise of unspoken love.
Oh fuck.
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Make You Remember
Yoo Jimin (Karina) x Reader
GENRE: angst, fluff
TYPE: One Shot
Inspired by: Make You Remember - Lazy Weekends
A/N: iâve been in a writing slump this year, but every now and then, iâd come here to read. recently, a few pieces caught my attention and reignited my urge to write. so, here we are! while revisiting my 2018 spotify playlists for a dose of nostalgia, i stumbled upon one of my favorite songs from back thenâit felt like the perfect way to ease back into writing. (a little shoutout to 2cool-2die, her stories were what got me back into writing). anyway, hope you all enjoy the story!
âStop staring at her like a creep,â Minjeong whispered, her large eyes narrowing in a protective glare.
Jimin couldnât help herself. She had been watching you for the past hourâwatching the way you threw your head back in laughter at something your friends said or carefully picked the tomatoes off your sandwich to hand them off to someone else. Her fists clenched at the sight.
You used to pluck off tomatoes and feed them to her, letting her play your knight in shining armor against your sworn enemy: tomatoes. It shouldâve been her.
Oh, how she missed that smile you used to reserve just for her.
âDude, Iâm serious,â Minjeong hissed again, this time throwing a balled-up tissue at Jiminâs face. âThis is getting out of hand.â
Jimin grunted in annoyance, lazily stretching her long arms overhead before sprawling out on the metal bench. Her head landed on Aeriâs lap as if she didnât have a care in the world.
âI canât help it. I miss her,â she admitted quietly, closing her eyes as Aeri absentmindedly began combing through her soft raven-black hair with her fingers.
âWell, you shouldâve done better,â NingNing said flatly, taking a deep drag from her Juul. âShe really loved you, you know.â
The girls expected Jimin to snap back, as she always did. Instead, they watched her deflate entirely, burrowing her face into Aeriâs stomach for solace.
âI know.â
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Jimin had always been sure of herself. She was proud of her decisions, every one of them. After all, she had transferred from one of the top universities in the UK to pursue her passion for dance in Koreaâa choice that went against her parentsâ wishes. They had warned her about the instability of a dance career, but sheâd proved them wrong.
She had met Minjeong, Aeri, and NingNing shortly after her return, and together, they formed a dance group. Now in her third year of university, Jimin was part of AESPA, a group that had skyrocketed to fame after winning first place in a national competition.
With a growing fanbase, a promising future, and an upcoming performance in front of the president at the annual ceremony, Jimin had every reason to be proud of her choices.
Every reasonâexcept for letting you go.
She had met you during her first year back in Korea. You were the universityâs student ambassador, tasked with introducing new students to campus life. Since she was the only mid-semester transfer at the time, Jimin had the luck of spending the entire day with you, just the two of you.
You captivated her immediately. Your soft, angelic voice, dry sense of humor, and those big brown eyes that lit up with excitement over the smallest thingsâŚlike the library. Jimin had thought you were the lamest, cutest little thing sheâd ever met. And from that moment, she was hooked.
Jimin made it her mission to sweep you off your feet. Surprised but not surprised, you had plenty of admirers. You were popular, down-to-earth, and undeniably beautiful, the kind of person who effortlessly drew others in. That only made Jimin's task harder, pushing her to work tirelessly to win your heart.
To everyone else, you were the classy student ambassador, smart, athletic, and poised. But Jimin knew the truth: beneath all that polish, you were a total nerd.Â
So, she went out of her way to prove how much she cared. Sheâd pick you up from class with your favorite snacks, even when her schedule was packed.
She once secretly drove across state lines to attend an anime expo, just to get you those rare PokĂŠmon cards youâd been obsessing overâŚthough she swore she lost at least a million cool points doing it. But every second was worth it when she saw your face light up. Jimin even sat through every Avengers movie, biting back sarcastic remarks just to see you smile.Â
Before long, you were hers and she was yours. You found yourself snuggled into her arms during late-night movie marathons, or cheering from backstage as she started entering dance competitions.
You were her there to support when she doubted herself after losing a dance battle, always ready with a hug and soft kisses. You were AESPA's unofficial fifth member, helping them set up for street performances and cheering louder than anyone else when they won.
And when AESPA skyrocketed to fame, you stood faithfully by her side, despite the growing distance you felt creeping in.Â
But fame did something to Jimin. Slowly, the girl who once drove hours for PokĂŠmon cards began to lose sight of the things that mattered. You were the first to notice the changes. Jimin started craving the spotlight more than anything else, and you quietly faded into the shadows.
You stopped bringing up your hobbies after a fan on her livestream mocked you for being childish. You stopped asking her for late-night drives when her excuses became more frequent. And you stopped waiting for her to notice how tired you looked, how empty you felt.Â
She didnât notice when you began packing up your prized PokĂŠmon collection, throwing it all away as if erasing a piece of yourself. She didnât notice when you started leaving events early, hiding the hurt behind a polite smile. Jimin was so caught up in her world of adoration, flashing lights, and applause that she failed to see you slipping through her fingers.Â
She didnât notice until it was far too late. By the time she turned around, desperate to hold onto what was left, you were already gone. She had lost you. And in losing you, she lost the part of herself that had once felt complete.
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âCâmon, Jimin. Get out of your head.â Jimin slapped her forehead in frustration as she stumbled through the routine once again.
The sound of sneakers squeaking on the polished floor was followed by a collective groan from the rest of the girls, who collapsed onto the studio floor in exhaustion. AESPA was under pressure. They were supposed to perfect a dance routine for a massive ad collaboration, a career-defining moment. But with finals looming and the team juggling school and practice, their patience was wearing thin.Â
âIâm really sorry, guys,â Jimin said quietly, glancing at her exhausted teammates sprawled on the floor.
Aeriâs pink hair stuck to her damp face, and Minjeong lay flat on her back, staring blankly at the ceiling like sheâd lost her will to live.Â
âItâs been three months, Jimin.â NingNing sighed, rubbing her temples. âWhen are you going to get over her? This isnât like you.âÂ
âIâm trying,â Jimin muttered, her gaze locked on her scuffed sneakers, her throat tight with unshed tears. âBut at the same timeâŚI donât want to.âÂ
âWell, what do you want, then?â Aeri asked, sitting up with a tired glare.
She was drained. She was tired of practice, of exams, and most of all, of watching her leader spiral into a deep abyss of self-hatred and regret in front of her.Â
Jimin hesitated, her dark brows knitting together as if weighing the weight of her answer.
âI want her back,â she finally admitted. âI want Y/N back.âÂ
âAbsolutely not,â Minjeong snapped, suddenly sitting up and joining the conversation. Her arms crossed, and her expression was livid. âYou broke her, Jimin. You fucking broke her heart.âÂ
Jimin lowered her head, guilt weighing heavy on her shoulders, but her she had already made this decision days ago. After finding one of your old LEGO pieces buried under her bed, a reminder of simpler, happier times, she had cradled it in her hands and cried like a baby.
That night, she spiraled into a social media stalking session, scrolling through your photos, searching for any trace of the love she had destroyed. That was when she decided sheâd do whatever it took to make things right.Â
âIâll treat her right this time,â Jimin whispered, her voice trembling.
âIâll do anything to make her happy.âÂ
Minjeong stood abruptly, storming over to Jimin, her smaller frame radiating fiery anger. Despite the height difference, Jimin instinctively cowered under Minjeongâs glare.Â
âDo you know how many times she came to me crying in the middle of the night because you couldnât even show up for a date? How insecure you made her feel? How your stupid fangirls tore her apart?â Minjeong jabbed a finger into Jiminâs chest with every accusation.
âSheâs my best friend, Jimin. I wonât let you hurt her again. She gave you everything. She gave you so many chances, and you let her down every single time.âÂ
The room crackled with tension as Jiminâs lips parted to respond, but no words came out. Sensing a fight about to break out, NingNing and Aeri hurriedly stepped between the two girls.Â
âHey, nowâs not the time to fight,â NingNing said gently, wrapping her arms around Minjeongâs shoulders to pull her back. âWe all care about Y/N, okay? Letâs take a second.âÂ
âPlease,â Jimin pleaded, her voice barely above a whisper. Tears rimmed her eyes, but there was an earnestness in her tone that softened her hardened edges.
âJust give me a chance. I swear Iâll never hurt her again.âÂ
âNo. No fucking way,â Minjeong snapped, her voice firm.Â
âHow about we let Y/N decide herself?â Aeri suggested cautiously, flinching slightly under Minjeongâs searing glare.
âJimin can talk to her. If she says noâŚthen thatâs it. Jimin walks away and never bothers her again.âÂ
The blonde hesitated. She knew how deeply you had loved Jimin and how much it had cost you when things fell apart. Letting Jimin reach out could undo all the progress youâd made. But at the same timeâŚif she stopped this, would you resent her for it?Â
With a heavy sigh, Minjeong finally relented. âFine. Just one sentence. If she reacts badly to whatever you say, you stay the hell away from her. For good.âÂ
Jiminâs lips curved into a genuine smile for the first time in months, a smile full of hope, the kind that crinkled the corners of her eyes.
âOne sentence is more than enough to make her remember.â
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They say the easiest way to someone's heart is through their stomach, so Jimin threw herself into her first mission with relentless determination. The five-hour drive to Busan and back didnât faze herâthis was for you. She needed to remind you of the small things, the little joys you used to share.
The memory of your trips together flooded her mind: your hand in hers, your voice belting off tune to whichever K-pop song was stuck in your head, and your infectious laughter filling the car. She prayed to the gods to hear that laugh again.Â
By the time she returned to Seoul, the darkness of the night had already cloaked the streets. Armed with the pink box of macarons from your hometown bakery, Jiminâs heart raced with anticipation and dread. Aeri had passed along a tip (reluctantly overheard from Minjeong, who would never willingly disclose your whereabouts to Jimin) that you were working a shift at the local bistro.Â
When Jimin walked into the cozy bistro, the soft chime of the bell drew attention from other patrons. Murmurs rippled through the room as people recognized her, AESPAâs leader, a rising star. But Jiminâs focus was on you. Only you.Â
You stood behind the counter, your hair tied up in a messy bun, concentrated on preparing a tray of drinks. You werenât as put-together as you are in school, with your crisp white shirt bearing faint creases, but to Jimin, you were as breathtaking as ever.Â
She made her way to the counter, sitting directly in front of you. She waited, patient and quiet, as you prepared another Long Island, your tongue sticking out in concentration.Â
âHi, sorry for the wait. What can Iââ You froze mid-sentence as your eyes met hers.
Recognition flickered across your face, followed by a flash of pain. Your expression changed into something cold, guarded.Â
âNo.â Your tone was flat, final. âPlease leave.âÂ
Jimin didnât flinch. Her gaze softened, a melancholic smile tugging at her lips. She didnât respond, she couldnât. Not yet, she only had one chance. All she knew was that seeing you here within an arms length, was enough to momentarily soothe the ache in her chest.Â
As much as you tried to suppress it, your heart betrayed you, fluttering at the sight of her. Jimin looked effortlessly stunning, her leather jacket rolled up to reveal familiar tattoos snaking down her forearm. She was exactly how you remembered and yet entirely different.Â
She stared at you for another moment, her silence unnerving. Her eyes brimmed with emotions you couldnât understand. Finally, Jimin rose to her feet, placed the pink box on the counter, and lightly squeezed your arm before turning to leave.Â
You stared at the box, stunned, your mind reeling. It was from your favorite bakery in Busan, the one she had driven hours to visit countless times when you were together. Your chest tightened as you realized the lengths she mustâve gone to for this gesture.Â
But you couldnât let yourself fall for her again. Not this time.Â
âIâll be right back!â you yelled to your coworker, grabbing the box as you stormed out of the bistro.
The cold November air bit at your skin as you scanned the street for her.Â
You found her leaning against a lamppost, a cigarette dangling from her lips. The sight stopped you in your tracks. When had she started smoking again? Fury flared in your chest. You strode toward her, plucking the cigarette from her fingers and tossing it to the ground.Â
âWhat the hell, Jimin?â you snapped, glaring at her. âI thought you quit.âÂ
She continued to stay silent, her dark eyes fixed on you as if trying to engrave your face in her memories.
Your anger wavered. You shouldnât care. You couldnât care. Not after everything. Shoving the pink box back into her hands, you hissed, âDonât ever come to this bistro again.âÂ
The words tasted bitter, and regret coiled in your stomach the moment they left your lips. But you couldnât take them back. Not now.Â
Jimin nodded wordlessly, her lips curling into a soft, bittersweet smileâone that inexplicably cut deeper than any argument could. With that, she turned and walked away, disappearing into the cold night.Â
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It seemed after that night, Jimin had made it her mission to claw her way back into your life, whether you wanted her to or not. She didnât speak, didnât push, but her presence was always there, an unspoken reminder of everything youâd once shared.
You could feel her eyes on you during lunch, lingering from across the cafeteria as if she thought she could will you to look back. Even on your way to work, you swore youâd catch her silhouette in the distance, leaning against a lamppost or sitting on a nearby bench, always careful not to cross any boundaries but still there.
The weekends were no escape either. When AESPA was invited to perform at the school fair you unfortunately was in charge of organizing, it felt like fate, or perhaps Jimin, was mocking you. She stood front and center, capturing attention with her effortless charm, but every so often her eyes would search for yours in the crowd, a desperate glance that left you feeling raw and exposed.
What annoyed you most, though, was her silence. She never spoke to you, never tried to bridge the impossible gap between you. And yet, as much as it infuriated you, you hated to admit how much you missed her voice.
The way it would rasp slightly in the mornings when she whispered sweet nothings into your ear, or the confident drawl she carried when talking to others.
This Jimin, silent and unsure, almost timid, felt like a stranger. It was disarming, and you werenât sure if you hated her for it or if it broke your heart just a little more.
As much as you tried to build walls around yourself, Jimin had a way of chipping at them, bit by bit, with gestures that felt achingly familiar.
One evening when you finally left the library, you found a gift on the hood of your car, neatly wrapped in brown paper and tied with twine, was a book you had mentioned loving once, years ago before you got together with her, a rare edition of poetry that you never got the chance to buy.
Tucked inside was a small card with her unmistakable handwriting:
For when you need an escape.â J
Your heart twisted painfully, remembering how she used to surprise you with little things like this, whether it was a book, a drink she knew you loved, or a random trinket that reminded her of you.
Another day, on your way home from a long shift, you found her waiting by the campus fountain. She didnât approach, didnât say anything, just held out a single stem of a sunflower, your favorite flower, the kind she used to bring to your dorm every time you aced an exam.
You wanted to yell at her, to demand why she was doing this now, but instead, you took the flower silently, clutching it tightly all the way home.
The memories came rushing back. The way she used to sit with you for hours in the library, pretending to study but really just stealing glances at you over the top of her books. How sheâd wake up early to walk you to class, even if it meant cutting her own sleep short. The nights she stayed up late with you on the phone, talking about nothing and everything until you both fell asleep to the sound of each other's breathing.
Jimin knew exactly how to unravel you, and she was relentless in her quiet persistence.
Another day, after a particularly stressful day, you find yourself staring at a box left outside your apartment. Inside was a Slowpoke doll (you used to call her your SlowPoke because she was always running late and had a knack for falling asleep in random places) and a note:Â
I know how these made you feel like you werenât good enough, but these are the things I love about you. All your interests, your little habitsâŚdonât stop.
You shoved the box under your bed in a haze of shame and anger. Youâd given up your obsession with PokĂŠmon long ago, sacrificing that part of yourself just to appease her fans and their cruel remarks. But as the days stretched on, your resolve wavered. You caught yourself glancing at the box more often than you cared to admit, the memories flooding into your mind.Â
Eventually, you couldnât help yourself. With a reluctant sigh, you pulled the Slowpoke doll from the box and placed it on your bed. That night, you held it close as you drifted off to sleep, comforted by a piece of the past you thought youâd lost.Â
Each gesture tugged at the guarded heart. You hated her for how easily she slipped back into your life, even as you found yourself clutching the flower sheâd given you, rereading her notes late into the night, and biting your lip to suppress the warmth spreading in your chest.
You hated her, and yet, you couldnât deny your feelings for her. You never could.
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You wrapped your scarf tightly around your neck, shielding yourself from the brisk evening wind as you waited for Minjeong outside the movie theater.
The newest Marvel movie had finally been released, and although youâd downplayed your excitement, your heart raced. Your lame obsession with Avengers had always been a sore spot, especially since Jiminâs fangirls used it to mock you mercilessly.
Over time, you tried to bury that part of yourself, to hide how much you still adored superheroes. It was easier than facing the ridiculeâor the memories tied to it.Â
When Minjeong, your best friend since elementary school, asked if you wanted to see the movie, you hesitated at first. But her easy acceptance of your quirks had always been earnest, so you agreed.
The sound of tires crunching gravel pulled you from your thoughts, and you looked up to see a sleek black Mercedes pulling into the parking lot. Minjeong stepped out, her face drawn in a disgruntled scowl. She spotted you and quickly brightened, crossing the space in a few brisk strides before pulling you into a warm hug.Â
âHey, Y/N-nie. Have you been waiting long?â she asked, her voice light, though her body was stiff against yours.Â
You shook your head, but something about her demeanor made you pause. Your gaze drifted back to the car, the sleek black exterior gleaming under the parking lot lights. A pit formed in your stomach as realization hit.Â
âWas that⌠Jimin?â you asked cautiously.Â
Minjeong froze. Her jaw tightened, her grip on your arms faltering slightly before she let out a resigned sigh. She avoided your eyes as she nodded.
âYeah,â she admitted reluctantly.Â
âSheâs the one who asked me to bring you here,â Minjeong added after a pause. Her tone was careful, measured, as though she were treading on thin ice. âShe even bought the tickets beforehand.âÂ
You blinked at her, stunned.Â
âI didnât want to do it,â Minjeong continued quickly, frustration in her voice. âI told her this was a bad idea, butâŚâ She trailed off, biting her lip as her gaze dropped to the ground.
âShe was persistent.âÂ
Your heart did a strange flip at that. You could almost picture Jimin sitting across from Minjeong, stubborn as ever, insisting that she take you to the movie. She must have known showing up herself would only push you away, so she found a way to make sure youâd still see it. It was so⌠Jimin. Thoughtful in a way that made your chest ache.Â
âSheâs been doing things like this for weeks,â Minjeong muttered, almost to herself. âLittle things. She thinks theyâll fix everything.â Her round eyes flickered with an anger she didnât bother to hide.
âI told her to leave you alone. I told her you didnât need her messing things up again.âÂ
âShe hasnât been bothering me,â you said softly, reaching out to squeeze Minjeongâs hand in reassurance when her voice grew sharp.
âI promise, Jeongnie. She hasnât done anything. Donât worry.âÂ
Minjeongâs shoulders sagged slightly, but her lips pressed into a tight line. âHas she talked to you yet?âÂ
You shook your head. âNo. Weirdly, she hasnât said a word. Just⌠left some gifts every now and then.âÂ
At that, Minjeongâs eyes widened, and she groaned, slapping her forehead.
âIâm so stupid,â she muttered, half to herself.Â
âWhat?â you asked, confused by her sudden exasperation.Â
She shook her head quickly, waving the question away. âNothing. Come on, letâs go inside. The movieâs about to start.âÂ
As she guided you toward the theater, her arm looped protectively through yours. Though Minjeong was close friends with the leader, it was clear she didnât like Jimin trying to worm her way back into your life.
You could see it in the tightness of her jaw, the subtle furrow in her brow. She didnât trust Jimin. Not her promises, not her intentions, and certainly not her ability to heal the wounds sheâd caused. After all, it had been Minjeong who had patiently helped you piece yourself back together, bit by bit.
And yet, the fact that sheâd brought you here today, using Jiminâs tickets, betrayed the tiny sliver of hope she held for her.
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This was the fifth time that day Jimin walked past the bistro, casually peering through the windows with her hands stuffed in her leather jacket pockets before walking away.
You watched her each time, fidgeting, kicking the ground with her boots, looking like she wanted to step inside but was holding back. It was endearing, not that youâd admit it. But every time, she chose to walk away, opting to follow your words from before instead.
It had begun to snow, and you couldnât stop yourself from worrying.
âStupid oaf,â you muttered, before slipping outside to call out Jiminâs name.
She was already on her sixth round of circling the bistro, her slender figure blending into the gray snowfall.
âYoo Jimin!â You called, your breath forming a cloud in the cold air.
The raven-haired girl stopped in her tracks, her shoulders stiffening before she slowly turned around to look at you. A nervous grin tugged at her lips, and your heart fluttered involuntarily.
âJustâŚjust come in.â You sighed, avoiding her gaze.
Jiminâs face lit up, her eyes sparkling with glee like a little kid as she quickly made her way over.
You led her through the busy bistro, past the tables full of customers, to the counter, exactly where she had sat the first time she came. You couldnât help but feel self-conscious at the way she was staring at you, her face resting in her palms, eyes wide and starry.
Sighing, you pushed the menu to her. âWhat do you want to order?â
Jimin merely looked at you, a silly smile gracing her lips. Your eyes flickered to it, momentarily lost in the soft curve of her mouth and her luscious lips, before quickly looking away.
âFine.â You mumbled, quickly pouring her a cup of warm coffee.
Fortunately, you were distracted by the steady stream of orders. It was a Saturday night, after all, and that meant people were coming in for drinks. You were busy making drinks, serving them, but with Jimin there, it felt different, lighter, happier.
That was when Joon, a usual customer and a tall, blurry figure, stumbled over to the counter, clearly drunk. You tensed instantly. Joon was always handsy when he drank, more often than not, and you always tried to stay out of his way.
âY/NNNNN,â he slurred, leaning way too close for comfort, his breath heavy on the counter.
Jiminâs eyes narrowed, and you saw the muscles in her jaw clench.
âI missed you,â Joon continued, leaning forward, his gaze lingering in a way that made your stomach churn.
âHow about we go on a date? My place is just around the corner.â
âIâm not interested, Joon.â You pushed back, trying to create some space. âPlease, leave me alone.â
Joonâs expression twisted into something more sinister, his hand suddenly reaching over the counter to grab your arm, his fingers digging into your skin. You winced at the pressure, red marks forming on your arm as he held you tight.
Thatâs when Jimin had had enough. She stood up, towering over him, her height equal to his, but with a quiet strength that commanded attention.
âGet. Your. Hands. Off. Her.â Her voice was cold, and before you could react, she pushed Joon off, sending him stumbling backward into the wall.
Joon recovered quickly and swung at Jimin, narrowly missing her face by a hair. You stepped forward, panic flooding your chest, quickly pulling Jimin away from him.
âLet it go, Jimin,â you urged, your voice shaky as you tugged her close to you. âPlease, stop.â
Jimin hesitated, her eyes softening as she looked at you. She reached down and gently cradled the arm that Joon had grabbed, her cold fingers brushing over the tender skin, sending a shiver up your spine.
âIâm okay,â you said, trying to reassure her.
She looked like she was about to say something when a yell from your coworkers snapped your attention back to the scene. You turned just in time to see Joon charging forward, having managed to break free from the grip of your coworkers. His fist collided with Jiminâs temple with a sickening crunch, and she crumpled to the floor.
You screamed, panic rising as onlookers rushed to contain Joon. Jimin lay motionless, and you immediately knelt by her side, heart racing.
âJimin?â You screamed, rushing to her side. The blood had already begun to trickle down her temple, and a bruise was swelling rapidly.
You knelt beside her, panic clawing at your chest. âJimin? Baby? Please, wake up.â
You cupped her pale face in your trembling hands, her skin cool against your palms. She was so still, and it terrified you.
After a few moments of desperate attempts to rouse her, her eyelids finally fluttered open, and you let out a shaky breath of relief.
âOh thank god,â you sighed out in relief, your chest tightening as her eyelids slowly fluttered open.
âJimin? Can you hear me?â
Her cheeks were squished as your hands cupped her face. You might have found it cute if you werenât so worried. Her dazed expression and the way her chubby cheeks puffed out only made your heart ache more.
âAm I dreaming?â she asked, a dopey smile still lingering on her lips.
You leaned back, running a hand through your hair in relief and exasperation.
âNo, Jimin,â you said, your voice barely above a whisper. âYou just got punched. This is very real.â
Her grin faltered in realization. Her eyes widened in horror as she scrambled to sit up.
âFuck, fuck, fuck,â she muttered, groaning in embarrassment, her hands shooting up to touch her tender forehead.
âPlease forget I said anything. Please.â
She couldnât believe that she wasted her only chance, her only sentence, just to ask her if you were real.
You reached out, gently stopping her from touching her injury. âDonât touch. Youâre bleeding.â
Your manager let you leave early after apologizing repeatedly to Jimin. After all, one of the biggest rising stars had just been injured in his bistro.
Jimin smiled good-naturedly and shrugged off his apologies, clearly not phased. She had refused to go to the hospital for a check-up, and unable to stop yourself, you found yourself driving her back to your apartment.
You promised yourself this was a one-time thing, that you were just being a caring, responsible friend. Anyone wouldâve done the same for her, right?
As you led her into your room, she glanced around, the familiar space tugging at something in her heart. Her eyes landed on her sweatshirt that she had lost so long ago, still draped casually over the chair.
She noticed the absence of the photos on your vanity mirror, ones that once captured all the memories of the two of you. But, then, her gaze softened as it settled on the SlowPoke doll still sitting on your bed. Her heart skipped a beat. You had kept it.
You still cared, even if you seemed so distant, so far away.
Maybe, just maybe, you hadn't forgotten her love.
You paused in your tracks as you saw Jimin poking at the SlowPoke on your bed. You turned a brilliant shade of pink, flustered, before quickly ushering her to sit down so you could tend to her wound.
"Don't move," you muttered, your voice softer than you intended as you reached up gingerly to disinfect the cut on her temple.
She winced and hissed in pain but didnât pull away, remaining still, her dark eyes never leaving your face. The closeness of your bodies was unnerving, her skin so warm under your touch, and that tight white shirt she wore, showing off her tattoos, only added to the flurry of thoughts rushing through your head.
Why did she have to be so damn beautiful?
Jimin, on the other hand, couldnât take her eyes off you. The softness in your eyes and the gentleness of your touch, was making her heart race. She wasnât sure if she'd ever have this chance again.
"Why are you doing this, Jimin?" you asked, your voice coming out a little more strained than you'd planned, your hands trembling as you applied a thin layer of medicine.
Jiminâs brows furrowed in confusion. "Doing what?"
"All this," you said, motioning between the two of you. "Not talking to me, but following me around... giving me gifts..."
Jimin paused, taking a deep breath, before saying, âI wanted to make you remember.â
âRemember what?â you asked, your voice barely above a whisper as you finished applying the medicine.
She let out a small breath, trying to steady herself. "Remember us."
She looked down at her hands, then back up at you, her voice growing quieter, more vulnerable. "And... make you remember my love for you."
You froze, your hands retreating from her face as your heart pounded in your chest. You searched her eyes, so open, so full of regret and hope.
And in that moment, you knew you still loved her too.
"Jimin..." You tried to form words, but your throat was tight, the emotions threatening to spill over. âI-â
Before you could finish, Jimin quickly knelt beside the bed, gently cradling your hand in hers and placing it in your lap.
âPlease, give me another chance, Y/N,â she begged, the tears she had been holding back finally breaking free.
"These past few months without you have been... miserable. I know I hurt you. I know I lost myself, but I promise, I wonât let this happen again. I love everything about you, your softness, your quirky obsessions... everything. Iâm sorry I didnât reassure you when you were doubting yourself, or protect you from the hate.â
She took a shaky breath, and in a voice barely above a whisper, she said, âI donât think I could ever love anyone as much as I love you.â
Your heart clenched, the weight of her words crashing over you. The pain you had felt for so long, the loneliness that had settled deep in your soul, began to break. You missed her, but you're scared, so scared. Scared of trusting her again, scared of the hurt she could cause, scared of how much power she held over you.
âYou hurt me, Jimin. So much,â you said softly, unable to keep the pain from your voice. âI donât know if I can trust you.â
Jimin nodded, her face softening with understanding, though the sadness in her eyes remained. But she wasnât giving up.
âI know,â she said, her voice steady. âBut I will spend the rest of my life earning back your trust.â
And in that moment, with everything on the line, you finally gave in.
âOkay.â
âOkay?â Her eyes widened, and that smile, so hopeful, so full of warmth, spread across her angelic face.
âYes, Jimin. One chance.â You whispered, your heartbeat thudding loudly in your ears.
âYes!â Jimin punched the air lamely, her eyes sparkling as she grabbed your hand, pulling you up effortlessly.
Before you could even react, she spun you around in a twirl, making you let out a small scream in surprise. The sudden rush of laughter filled the room as you both stumbled and collapsed onto the bed, her arms immediately wrapping around you.
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The soft thud of Jiminâs heartbeat was lulling you to sleep, a comforting rhythm that calmed your racing thoughts. You gently traced the ink on her forearms, each line and curve filled with her memories. Her steady breathing was a lullaby, peaceful and steady, as you cuddled up to her.
After tending to her injury, you had given her a change of clothes, and let her stay the night. She refused to let go of you, her arms wrapped tightly around you, her lips pressing soft, affectionate kisses to your forehead. It was a strange feeling, like nothing could go wrong in that moment.
For the first time in months, your heart felt whole again, free of the old pain that had lingered too long.
But then, a thought crept into your mind. Gently, you pulled away slightly, your eyes meeting the beautiful dancerâs.
She whined, unhappy at the space between you. You laughed softly, seeing the playful pout on her lips. Outside, she was fierce, confident, and intimidating even, but here, in front of you, she was just a clingy baby.
âI wanted to ask,â you began, brushing a lock of hair behind your ear, âWhy did you want me to forget about what you said at the bistro? When you told me to forget it?â
A faint pink blush spread across her cheeks, and she shifted uncomfortably, not meeting your eyes.
"It was because..." she trailed off, her voice hesitant, and you gently cupped her chin, forcing  her gaze to meet yours.
âBecause of what?â
"Because Minjeong said I could only talk to you once. One sentence. If you reacted badly, I would have to leave your life for good," Jimin admitted, looking away in embarrassment.
"I couldnât believe I wasted that one sentence on asking if you were real. I was scared Minjeong would beat me up if you got mad."
You stared at her in disbelief. "That was why you refused to speak to me?"
Jimin nodded, her lips twisting into a sheepish smile.
"Youâre so fucking stupid, Jimin," you muttered under your breath, shaking your head, though a fond smile tugged at your lips.
"Thank god youâre good at dancing, or else Iâd be worried about your future."
"Hey!" she whined, pushing you playfully. "Iâm not stupid! Itâs just... Minjeong is scary when sheâs mad."
Unable to hold back your endearment for this stupid lovable girl, you finally leaned down to press your lips to hers.
Jimin froze, marveling at the feel of your soft lips against hers. She had been dreaming about this moment for so long, and she quickly kissed you back with just as much enthusiasm. The kiss was soft at first, tentative before it deepened following the quickening of your heart beats.
When the air between you became a problem, you both pulled away, gasping for breath, but neither of you made a move to break the closeness. Your foreheads rested together, and for a moment, you just smiled into the space between your lips.
âWhat did you plan to say then?â You whispered, still breathless from the kiss, âThe sentence.â
âOh, I was going to say: Look at this cool tattoo I got.â She said mischievously, before sitting up and pulling off her shirt, leaving herself in nothing but a bra top.
You blushed immediately, eyes instinctively flicking to the defined muscles of her abs as she twisted to show you the back of her shoulders. For a moment, you couldnât help but be distracted by the way her muscles flexed before your gaze landed on a small patch of ink on the corner of her right shoulder.
âYou got a tattoo of a Charmander?â you sputtered, almost disbelieving.
âYeah, itâs cute, right?â Jimin grinned, proud of herself.
âIt reminded me of you. You have the same eyes as Charmander. And also, itâs your favorite PokĂŠmon, so itâs a win-win.â
âJimin, my favorite PokĂŠmon is ChikoritaâŚâ you sighed, shaking your head in exasperation.
âChikorita.â She repeated, her lips pursing in thought. âNot Charmander?â
âNot Charmander.â
She thought for a second, then shrugged with a grin. âAt least it looks like you.â
Unable to contain yourself any longer, you grabbed the collar of her top and pulled her into another kiss, one that made her remember that you were definitely hers.
got a bit carried away so some scenes kinda dragged out đŹ
but hope you all enjoyed this loserish version of jimin!
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Competition For You
[G!P Step-sis Yu Jimin & Kim Minjeong x Fem! Reader]
(OMEGA VERSE)
Summary: Your alpha step sisters that were crushing on you ever since the day you've met, are getting too hard from your pheromones in heat, so they decided they'd finally fuck you out of your senses to solve all of your problems ;)
WC: 3k words
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6:01 PM
"Want us to help?"
Never in the past 9 months would you ever expect your two older step-sisters; Jimin and Minjeong who are Alphas, to ever say those words when you're in heat, all helpless in bed with trembling legs under the duvet covers. Was your scent that strong to the point where they could smell it from outside your room? What if they got a rut because of you? The guilt ate you up like a virus, and the hot tingling feeling inside of every part of your body wasn't helping you one bit.
All of this started 9 months ago, your mother remarried to a new wealthy man, wanting a new life from the troubles in her past marriage, but with the new man; there was his two daughters. The taller one that seemed to be older than you, her black jet hair was down on her shoulders to her back, her cold eyes softening while looking at you with a subtle surprised expression. While the shorter one with shoulder length hair checked you out, eyes going up and down with an amused expression. You felt slightly embarrassed, they were rich and hot!? Fuck you felt like you didn't belong, especially since the two sisters were clearly full blooded alphas, you could smell their strong furious scent a mile away. They didn't want to come and have a stupid family meeting but their thoughts immediately changed as they saw you for the first time. The newly married couple smiled in excitement, wanting for their daughters to get along like they always hoped. Your step-father cleared his throat and introduced his daughters to you.
"Y/n, these are my daughters, Jimin and Minjeong. They're a little older than you but I'm sure you three will get along!" He said to you with a large smile, tone evidently happy and excited. You simply nodded while looking down, avoiding eye contact as you were still feeling anxious from the intense stares by your step sisters. The tall man noticed and coughed, changing his tone. "Girls, this is Y/n, I'm hoping for you oldest to treat her with hospitality and kindness." His face looking serious, like hinting that they shouldn't mess with his 'warning' like statement. They hummed in unison, their eyes not leaving you. Your mom just bowed at the two young girls and tapped the mans shoulders, signaling for him and her to leave and let you three get to know each other more freely. So with that, the two left the large living room, the thick tension deafening your ears.
"Well... hello then step sister. My name is Minjeong, as my father said but you can call me Winter!" She introduced herself with a big smile, her hands on your shoulders for support. Surprise, you nodded flustered from how close she was from you face. 'So if she's Minjeong, the taller girl behind her must be Jimin' you thought to yourself while looking at the feline girl, noticing her eyebrows slightly furrowing at her sister. She came closer to the both of you and placed her hand on Minjeongs shoulder while side eyeing her coldly.
"And that makes me Jimin, you can call me Karina" Her voice deep and shallow, comparing the two, you could already tell who was older from their opposite demeanors. But you kept your mouth shut, assuming something can be deadly. Minjeong scoffed at her and pulled you closer, intertwining her arms around your neck. "How cold rina! Didn't you hear what Dad said? He said treat her with hospitality and kindness!" You wanted to die right then and there, you were sure the blush on your face was visible, almost making you look like a tomato and Minjeongs scent was so strong it started to make your mind go blank. You looked at Jimin, her face filled with annoyance, she noticed your stare and looked back at you, her expression contorting and going soft.
With a sigh she apologized and held your hand, slightly pulling you away from Minjeong. "Sorry for my rudeness, this is just how I greet people. I hope you didn't take it the wrong way." This time, Minjeong was the one who's pissed, she rolled her eyes and gently pulled you back. "Hm, I didn't know you were capable of apologies, is our new little sister an exception or do you just not want to look bad?" She asked with a sly grin, intentions clear that she wants to make Jimin look like a horrible person. You heard a low growl from the taller girl, coming closer to Minjeong with a sharp glare.
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With that the competition of winning you over started the day they saw you. From the small things of quick physical touch, flirtatious remarks trying to seduce you, and strong stares when you're wearing something that's semi revealing or just hugging your curves. For them, your curves were perfect, how could they not stare? And of course, some days your two older step-sisters would race each other on asking you if they could sleep in your room, for some stupid reasons and which would lead to them glaring at each other and basically throwing insults until you tell them that they both can sleep with you for the night. The only rule was no snoring and funny business while you were asleep, you cherished your rest and you don't like getting waked up in the middle of the night. This was their chance to snuggle on to you and smell your precious scent, stating that they feel cold even though the duvet covers are warm and thick protecting them to any freezing temperatures.
You just let them do whatever they want with you, you can't just forget that they're still older than you and you still want to please them. As time went on Jimin decided to cut her hair to a short wolf cut, you thought that she was just feeling bored of her long hair but the truth is she over heard you in your room talking to your friends, stating that you find short hair on girls are attractive. She's that down bad for you. While Minjeong decided to grow her hair out, wanting for you to braid your hair into each others since you mother said that you loved doing that in the past. If simps were people, these two were its embodiment.
Now back to the present where you are currently going insane, not knowing what to do while your mind was spinning and going in and out of reality. Warm tears started to form in your eyes as you felt pressure, you loved them but you were just too scared! Whimpers were heard outside the room, making the two older girls worry, they agreed and decided to finally help you and maybe confess their love to you. As if it wasn't already obvious.
"Y/n... We're coming in, we don't want you to keep hurting." Jimin said as she unlocked the door, a gust of pheromones hitting them making their troubles in their boxers get worse. You lie on your bed trembling while clutching on to the fabrics if the sheets, trying to hold on to something.
"aw poor baby" Minjeong cooed, sitting on the edge of the bed pulling your body up gently wanting to kiss you, she held back, feeling scared that you'll reject it. Your tears rolled down your cheeks, feeling so vulnerable and guilty, you hated stealing their attention, you never felt worthy of their worry. Jimin went behind you and hugged you waist, going down on the crook of your neck and inhaled aggressively, hands trying not to give in to the temptation of touching and embracing your beautiful body.
"Baby... You shouldn't be so shy about these types of things. Please let us help you" She whispered all so softly to your sensitive ears, your pussy clenched in nothing as her deep voice made you even more needy. Whining as the tears kept rolling down your soft cheeks, Minjeong immediately kissed them dry as her knee got in between your shaking legs, making you feel some friction. You moaned out so lewdly, they both cursed under their breath with their cocks wanting to get inside of you and just fuck you until they're dry. "Unnie please... mhm" Without even realizing it, you started to spread your legs for Minjeong, feeling so hopelessly weak with your heart and body basically screaming for the touch of your older sisters. Minjeong and Jimins head perked up with excitement of you finally opening up, Jimins hands slowly roamed around your body while trying to rub her rock hard cock on your back hoping to get some tension. She cupped you beautiful breast with her other hand on your wet pussy, fingers gently circling on your clit. Fuck she couldn't wait anymore, she wanted to feel you and hear you scream her name.
Minjeong kissed your cheeks and slowly went down to your neck, feeling so happy that she can touch you like she have always wanted! "Oh god... I've wanted to kiss you and cherish you my princess, let us help you okay?" You moaned and shook your head in agreement, the two older girls started to undress you, night gown getting thrown out to the floor, you weren't wearing a bra and so they got to kiss your wonderful breasts with full passion like they've always wanted. They were basically eating every part of your body!! Being so excited and sometimes rough with you, they needed you so bad.
You completely gave into Jimins hold and pulled Minjeong closer to you, their warmth wrapping around your body. "Please touch me unnie, I need you both" A switch flicked in their head, with those simple words, they immediately went into breeding mode. Jimin nipped on your neck while roughly kneading your breasts with urgency, like this was the last time she'd be able to feel you. But you won't let that happen to your precious unnies. "Hm... You smell so good baby... You always do" Jimin complimented, moaning at her praise you called out to her, meeting her sharp gaze in a trance and kisses her passionately, placing your hand on the back of her neck. Minjeong however focused on your wet pussy, spreading your legs wider and going down on your throbbing cunt, she inhaled your addicting scent making you moan loud in Jimins mouth. "So fucking good fuck..." Minjeong growled, impatiently taking your panties off and ate your slippery cunt like there was no tomorrow. With your two unnies giving your sensitive body attention while the sun was setting, it was magical setting. Jimin kept praising you, whispering how good you were taking Minjeong, how cute you were when you were getting pleasured, and asking you questions that will lead to you answering in a soft whine, all while her finger tips wers drawing on your smooth stomach and other hand still on your soft breasts.
"My baby sister, do you like getting fucked like this? Do you want Rina-unnies cock?" She cooed, her mischievous smirk showed how much she enjoyed watching you getting fucked. Your mouth trembled, this was all so new to you, you'd just normally take pills to get through your heat but your mom forgot to buy you new ones for this month and so you only got informed during your heat. "Y-yes...yes I want u-unnies co- A-ah!" You tried to answer but failed due to Minjeongs wonderful tongue entering inside your tight hole, her eyes fixated on you. Your taste was making her go wild, you were far too much addicting! With the overwhelming pleasure coming to you, your legs tighten around Minjeongs head hoping to get some kind of support. But with the puppy like girls needs in tasting all of you and making you cum for her hard, she placed her hands on your inner thighs and pushed them on the bed leaving her more space for your sensitive pussy. She thrusted her tongue in and out of you while Jimin circled her fingers on your clit making you jolt.
"Unnie!- ah please... I'm close!" You screamed as your stomach started to bubble up in pleasure, you arched your back getting ready to cum, Jimin made you face her and roughly kiss you, moaning into her mouth while her tongue fought with yours. Minjeong was determined to make you cum, she went faster, and so did Jimin. Finally having the chance to release, you came hard with strings of moans and whines following, body shaking with your hips bucking onto winters mouth. Minjeong sat up kissed you deeply, passion in her tongue to make you taste yourself "Good job baby, mind to have one more, just for me?" Jimin kissed your ears and waited for your answer with loving eyes. You can't help but submit to them, your pussy was clenching on nothing and the need of getting filled up by your step-sisters just fueled the fire inside of you.
"Y-yes unnie" You whispered, their cocks were suffocating in their pants. Seeing and hearing you break from such orgasm left their member impatient. Switching their positions, Jimin positioned herself in between your legs and brought her huge cock out, smirking at the cute sight of you with tears and a hint of blush on your beautiful face. Minjeong made you go on all fours, facing her with her cock leaking with pre cum inches close to your face. You basically drooled at the wonderful sight, panting, you sticked your tongue out wanting to taste Minjeongs large dick. She chuckled with a pleased smile,
"Cutie baby, are you excited? You don't know how long we've waited for this moment!" Minjeong said, bawling your hair up and slowly inching you forward to her cock, you licked her cute tip, moaning at her taste. While Jimin placed her hand on your back as the other to your hip, getting ready to ram into you, "Hm... We ached for you Y/n, days on days fucking ourselves with the thought of you being all ours" Jimin entered your dripping wet cunt, slowly stretching you out. Her cock felt so good in you! You could basically feel her veins throbbing in your pussy. She thrusted slow but so hard, emphasizing on the skin on skin lewd sound with your gagged moan as Minjeong rammed her cock into the back of your throat. The two older sisters were too impatient to feel you!
With their incredible rhythm, the two of them fucked both of your holes while moaning and cursing, as their wish finally came true, Jimin went closer to your back and kissed the back of your neck, trailing up to your sensitive ear, "S-so fucking good baby... Fuck I want to impregnate you so bad..." The older girl growled while fastening her thrusting pace, your g-spot getting abused hard while Minjeong is basically using you as a flesh light not letting you breath properly. "Hm... Our baby sister is so cute taking the both of us so good, I think she deserves our w-wonderful seed in her holes right Jiminnie?" Minjeong stuttered with the feeling of your mouth was making her brain go insane, coming close to her release. Jimin chuckled as she gripped your hips harder, sitting up and fucking you with hard and fast thrusts making you choke with your saliva drooling on the sides of your mouth. "Fuck... Fuck.. fuck!!" Jimin grunted as she was also close, determined to fill you up with her warm and thick cum. While Minjeongs hips started to quicken her pace as she closed her eyes, throwing her head back while moaning your name over and over again.
Tears fell on your soft and puffy cheeks, you were so close, you wanted the feeling of your step sisters cum in you over and over again! But the feeling was all too much for the three of you, Jimin growled and finally came in your pussy as Minjeong fed her cum to you and pulled out, her semen going directly on your face and on to your breasts. The sight of you were too much! They couldn't get enough of you, immediately after that euphoric sex they wen on with different positions with you, making you wonder how much of a high sex drive and stamina they have!
As Minjeong marked your smooth neck, she growled as she was finally feeling your wonderful tight pussy. Jimin making out with you while you gave her a handjob, running out of breath you pulled away. She can't help but blush at your cute face, doe eyes glistening with tears with your rosey lips slightly apart, both of your tits making contact as Minjeong was fucking you from behind.
"U-unnie I'm close!" You screamed, the familiar feeling in your stomach forming, Minjeongs thrusts changed as her pace was felt with urgency to make you come. "Good girl, cum baby. Make us proud" The raven girl said as she kissed your nose, with one last thrust you and Minjeong shivered in pleasure, your juices squirted as she completely came inside you, while you felt warm cum running down on your hand, Jimin came as well, with soft moans and trembling hip making you stop from stroking her thick cock, Minjeong is still in you, being a plug for her and Jimins cum inside of your cunt. Somehow it made you feel a sense of comfort.
Jimin showered you with kisses, praising you while Minjeong licked your ear and whispered thank you's for making her cum so good. You felt warm with their embrace! Happy tears forming in your eyes, you tried to hide them by hiding in the crook of Jimins neck but the two of them immediately notices and asks what's the matter.
"Were we too rough baby?"
"Are your hurting? Tell us my love"
Their concern made you feel so loved, shaking your head, you both smiled at them and stopped hiding,
"I felt nothing but happiness and pleasure, thank you for helping me unnies, I love you so much" You confessed with the tears flowing down, their eyes widened as they smiled so wide, they've been waiting for those words for months!!
"We love you too Y/n" They both said in unison kissing your cheeks and marking your nape. With your two older step sisters comfort you felt happy and safe, hoping for the three of you to make more memories together <3
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"Mhm... Baby can you take us both inside of you?"
Maybe a little too soon for new memories (â=â'')
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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 âgood morning, babyâ lightly draws you out of your dreams.Â
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.Â
âStill sleepy, my love?â her digits gently slide up the back of your neck, twirling your hair softly while placing a few languid pecks down your cheeks.
âMhmm..â followed by a small sigh into her skin as you relax into her.
âWeâve got big plans today, remember? We are going to the amusement park with Nayeon and Momo, butâŚâ her fingers trail down your bare back, lips brushing across yours.
âIâd love to start the day with those cute sleepy moans you make.â Her hand grips you tightly, locking you in place against her.Â
Jihyoâs 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. Â
Eyes still half lidded from slumber, you arch your back and press your chest into hers like itâs muscle memory. She giggles into your mouth, teasing you more with each feeble lunge of your hips.Â
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.Â
 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.Â
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.Â
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.Â
âUse your words, baby. Tell me what you want.â whispered into your mouth. The tone is seductive and irresistible.Â
Feeling her slick drip down your thigh, Jihyo was in a mood today and you were happy to take full advantage of that. Â
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.Â
She makes her way down your stomach and to your hips, biting your hip bones before trailing her tongue down to your inner thigh.Â
âI want you- shit, pleaseâ almost voiceless in anticipation of what patterns her tongue is going to draw.
âYou already have me, darling. Just tell me how you want me.â Another push of encouragement, she just wanted to hear you say what your body was craving from her.Â
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.
âFuuuuck- Hyo, please! I need to feel your tongue on me!â rocking your hips forward to get closer to her.Â
âYou looks so pretty when youâre desperate like this butâŚâ Sheâs stone-facedâŚthat can only mean one thing.Â
âI donât think that was good enough, honey. Maybe you should try again?â her eyebrow raises, patiently waiting for a reply. It wasnât exactly rare to see her soâŚdominant, but it always kind of sprung itself on you, not that you were complaining.Â
âPleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeee just fuck me, babyâ wanting her was an understatement, you were absolutely spiraling down a cyclone of pure need.Â
âWho?â gently slapping your clit one, two, three times and you jolt under every smack.Â
âSorryâŚ-M-mommy fu- fuck, please!â whimpered between the splattering of your wetness
âGood girl.â a devious grin graces her face before she gets to work.Â
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.Â
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.Â
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.Â
âMommyâŚright fucking there, Please donât stop! Donât fucking stop!â The thread about to break, you are about to come undone beneath her when you both hear a vibration coming from the nightstand. Jihyoâs getting a call from Momo.
âPlease keep going, Iâm so close⌠feels so good unghhâŚMommy, pleaseeeee!â still one hundred percent in this, not giving a single shit about that phone call.Â
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. .Â
âOh fuck, right fucking there- Iâm gonna cum!âÂ
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.Â
âWHY would you do that?! Baby, I was about to c-âÂ
âHey Momo! âŚYes, we are almost ready. Y/n just has to shower and then we will be on our way to come get you both!â
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.Â
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.Â
âI'll text you when we are on the way, okay?âŚalright, Iâll see you soonâŚokay, bye Momo!â you can hear the grin thatâs plastered on her face when she hangs up the phone. Giggling to herself, Sheâs so proud of herself for ruining your orgasm, she canât even contain it.Â
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.Â
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.Â
âBaby, donât be upsetâ sauntering over with a pout.Â
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.Â
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.Â
âPleaseâŚI canât be like this all day, baby. Donât you want to taste me again?â A whiney attempt at trying to bait her into letting you cum.
âI promise that I wonât let you fall asleep tonight without cumming for me, okay?â 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.Â
âFuck, youâre so sexy when youâre like thisâ passionately murmured between the kisses and little love bites. Â
âI love seeing how much you want meâŚâ dipping her finger between your lips, gathering some of your essence on her fingers.
âLook how needy you are for me, babyâ pressing her middle finger against her thumb before pulling them apart, revealing how drenched you were with a thick string of slick.Â
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.Â
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 worseâŚ
âOh, fuck you!â hissed out into the bathroom.Â
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 itâs just her leaving you orgasmless thatâs making you this way.Â
âYou coming, darling? I made sure it was cold just to shock the horny out of youâ ushering you into the shower, disregarding the state you were in.Â
âNot until later, apparently!â frustration lingers in the space. You are already trying to create a plan on how youâd get revenge on her for this. Â
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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 werenât second away from touching yourself in the passenger seat. Carelessly cross your legs and squeeze them together to get some kind of relief.
âNo, baby!â Jihyo takes one of her hands off the wheel and swats your thighs to tell you to uncross them.
âNone of that now, I want all of that for later, hm? Plus you havenât said a word to me so why should I reward you?â The cocky smirk makes you want smack it off her face but your mind wanders to riding her mouth instead. Â
Sure, this was a fun game to play, but edging the entire day after a ruined orgasm and cruel intentional teasing wasnât something you wanted to do, at least today.Â
âI hate you.â Arms crossed across your chest as you look out the passenger window daydreaming about satiating the painful ache inside of you.
âHoney, you know that's not true.â watching her in the reflection, scoffing at her as she starts pouting again.Â
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 werenât going to budge, tugging your hand out of hers, making sure she saw the annoyed look on your face before crossing your arms again.Â
âYou are so mad at me!â chuckling hard enough to startle you.Â
âBaby, if you can be good for me todayâŚâ car stopping right in front of Nayeon and Momoâs shared apartment.Â
Jihyo puts her car into park and turns to face you. Itâs 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.Â
âY/nâŚâ 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.
âIâll give you exactly what you want when we get home, okay baby? Just be a good girl for me today and Iâll-âÂ
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 âHiiii!â and Momo seems to be dreading the day ahead.Â
The ride to the park carries on as youâd 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.Â
âWhat do you mean you donât like rollercoasters?!â Jihyoâs voice carries loudly through the smaller space, pulling you out of the daydream you were having.Â
âI just donât like themâŚI only agreed because Nayeon said that she would take me to that new expensive restaurant tomorrow if I agreed to go todayâŚâ Momo groaned, definitely not happy to be in this situation.Â
âDonât worry, Momoâ speaking up for the first time since theyâve 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.
âI'll stay with you while these two run a muck, Iâm not really in a roller coaster mood today, but let's do the other rides with themâÂ
âI thought this was something you wanted to do? I wanted to go on some roller coasters with you today.â side eyeing you from the driver seat, she seems a little pissed off when you realize the possibility here.
âIâve already been on one today, thanks.â tension now apparent to the others present.Â
âBut youâve got Nayeon to go on roller coasters with, baby! I can keep Momo company while you wait in the lines.â your grin is a little too wide for Jihyoâs liking and it very much seemed like you had an ulterior motive.Â
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.Â
You didnât 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.Â
Momo and Nayeon can sense something is up but they canât 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. Â
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 gameâŚthe one she didnât realize that she was still playing. Plan set in motion, you were going to get exactly what you wanted from herâŚand hopefully, sooner than anticipated.Â
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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 werenât 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.Â
She wouldnât let you leave her side for more than 5 minutes before searching for you, the clinginess is cuteâŚyou are almost sorry for what you were about to do.Â
âWasn't this that rollercoaster you were talking about last night, baby? You and Nayeon should go on it!â pushing her to the line with Nayeon.Â
âYes! Letâs go!â Nayeon takes off, leaving Momo behind with you and Jihyo who is furrowing her brows at you again. She looks too cute when sheâs frustrated.
Momo and you look at each other, having not spent a lot of time alone together, sheâs not really sure where to start a conversation with you.Â
âUhmâŚdo you want to go get a snack?â remembering that Momo was partial to foods and maybe you could find some common ground.Â
âOh, Absolutely!â heading to the food cart near the ride that they were on so you werenât out of sightâŚyou wanted to make sure she watched what was about to happen.Â
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.Â
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.Â
âWhatâs so funny?âÂ
âJihyo and IâŚwe had a moment this morning before we came and picked you and Nayeon up. Sheâs been so clingy because she thinks Iâm mad at herâŚand she keeps looking over here and making this face like sheâs annoyed, I think sheâs getting a little jealous because Iâve been cold with her a little today.â giggles lacing the explanation.
âWait, why would she be jealous? Iâm not going to hit on youâŚwait, not that you arenât worthy of me hitting on you, but youâre obviously with JihyoâŚnot that Iâm trying to hit on you or anythingâŚnot saying that I wouldnât but it would be rude of meâŚto do thatâ stammering through the sentence and flustering herself, she turns bright red, unable to shield her embarrassment.Â
âRelax, relaxâ you assure her.
âListen, Iâm actually trying to make her a little jealousâŚWould you be interested in helping me stoke the fire? You wonât have to do anything crazy.â asking for consent before carrying on with the plan you hatched.Â
â...I donât know, I mean she is my friend. What did you have in mind?â hesitant to agree, though she does have a small smile on her face.Â
âWait, I have to knowâŚwhat did she do that made you mad?â now wanting the context of the situation.Â
âWell, uhm, I donât mind telling you but itâs definitely TMI.â a warning before the tale.
âI 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 nightâŚtrust me, Iâll be okay. Spill!â chuckled back to you.
âOkay, so you know this morning when you called?âÂ
Momo nods her head.Â
âWell we were in the middle of something and I was about toâŚyou knowâŚand she stopped and answered the phoneâŚand never came back to finish what she started. But she sure did come back to make sure I stayed in that state and mindsetâ blinking a few times for emphasis.Â
âOh, sheâs evil for that. Also, so sorry! I would never intentionally cock block you.â containing her laughter as best she could, she wasnât trying to make you feel bad.Â
âOkay, Iâll bite. I would be so mad if someone left me like that.â agreeing to your plan.Â
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.Â
The table vibrates.Â
Someone got a text message.Â
Momo looks at you, waiting for you to reach for your phone to see if it was exactly what you both knew it was.Â
âI want to see what happens if I just ignore it.â poking Jihyo even harder as you start tracing the outline of Momoâs shoulders and giving her the âfuck meâ eyes.Â
âDo you think sheâs still looking?â Momo was afraid to look where her members were waiting.Â
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.Â
Baby<3: why are you that close to her?
Baby<3: what are you doingâŚ
Baby<3: y/nâŚ
Baby<3: why the fuck are you touching her like that?
Baby<3: Answer me.
Baby<3: Now.Â
âOh, she is definitely looking and she is definitely pissed.â 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 Jihyoâs arms are crossed, staring daggers at the two of you.
âShe looks pretty upsetâŚare you sure you want to keep this up?â 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 itâs supposed to.Â
Jihyoâs eyes never leave you.Â
Winking at her and blowing her a kiss right before the ride launches off, you cackle when sheâs out of sight. Momo isnât really sure how to react to you seeing how mad Jihyo was.Â
âSo you want her angryâŚas revenge?â
âMore jealous, but Iâll take angry too.â
âWonât thisâŚstart a fight or something? Wouldnât that be counterproductive?â questioning your motives.Â
âYou said there was no TMI right?â ready to spill the tea to her, knowing she would understand after you said it out loud.Â
âRight.â
âShe gets veryâŚpassionateâŚwhen sheâs jealousâŚbut she knows I would never cheat on her.â letting Momo in further to the game you were playing, the roller coaster still going, slingshotting over your head.Â
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.Â
âThis is literally so she will beâŚmore aggressiveâŚwith you?â finally putting the pieces together.
Nodding your head with a devious smile, she canât help but belly laugh at the plan you put together.Â
âI know we are just getting to know each other now but I can see why youâre together. Especially if this is the response you have to what happened between you this morning. Itâs like a game and I think we both know how competitive she is.â Nodding in agreement with herself.Â
âLetâs just hope it goes the way I think it will. So far, sheâs losing!â 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.Â
Jihyo and Nayeon get off the ride, walking back over to you and the tension in Jihyo is palpable. Sheâs 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.Â
âLetâs head to the next one, the app says itâs only a 20 minute wait!â 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 Jihyoâs dismay.Â
Jihyo scoffs at you, throwing your hand that wasnât holding hers down and walking, faster than both of you.Â
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.Â
Too bad your phone was on âDo not disturbâ
âSheâs really pissed, Y/nâŚmaybe we should stopâŚâ Momo is looking up at Jihyo, whose hands are now balled into fists, visibly clenched so tight that she probably shouldnât even be going on this roller coaster. Nayeon is trying to get her attention, snapping her fingers in front of Jihyoâs face but it does nothing.Â
âMaybe Iâll lay off a little. She does look a little more rage filled than expectedâŚâ worried that you might have forced Jihyo past the point of return.Â
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.Â
âThere is that haunted house dark ride thatâs kind of cheesy, we could do that one!â you reach for Jihyoâs hand as a peace offering, sheâs quick to pull away and start walking towards the ride mentioned.Â
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 doesnât even realize whatâs playing out before everyone.
Running to catch up to your girlfriend, you grab her hand before she can pull away.Â
âHeyâŚheyâ pulling her to a stop. Sheâs so mad she wonât even make eye contact with you, face holding a look of frustration that youâve 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.Â
âI was only trying to make you jealousâŚI just wanted you to be upset with me and take it out on me tonight is allâŚIâll stop being a brat...Okay?â almost pleading with her to see that it was all a part of the game. .Â
âI know what you wantedâŚBut you donât need to fucking hang all over Momo and throw a tantrum because you didnât cum this morning.â tone heavy, almost spiteful. Â
Thereâs a quiver between your legs, this is exactly what you wanted but this was not the time to tell her that. Â
âIâm sorry, baby. Iâll stop, okay? Just please- letâs 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.âÂ
Leaning in to hug her, she doesnât 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.Â
She smiles at you devotedly, squeezes your hand a little and guides you into the line of the ride.Â
Jihyo has this air about her now, standing behind you with her hand never leaving the small of your back. Sheâs almost defensive posture the entire wait for the ride, though itâs not an aggressive stance, but the vibe of it is âthis is mine.âÂ
âAlright, two people in a buggy, please!â the worker at the front of the line shouts over the crowds of people.Â
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. Sheâs oddly stoic, inexpressive about everything. Usually she was so excited for this ride. Â
Placing a hand on Jihyoâs 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.Â
This is peculiar to you. She was just borderline seething, then she was too calm, and now sheâs cuddling you? Somethingâs not rightâŚ
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.Â
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.Â
âYou know,â snapping you out of the trance the feather light touches put you in.
âI really donât appreciate the attention youâve been giving Momo todayâŚâ not even bothering to look up at you, just continuing to trail her fingers.
âAnd I donât like that you ignored my texts and didnât stop after seeing themâŚeven if it was just to get my attentionâ Her fingers walk up to the waistband of your shorts and pause for only a moment.
âThat being said,â unbuttoning your shorts before you can protest.
âJihyo, we are in public! What are you doing?!â through clenched teeth, trying to push her hand away from where it threatened to touch.Â
âI thought this was what you wanted, hm? To be punished? Isnât this one of your fantasies? Isnât this why you wanted me jealous in the first place? â seductively into your ear, before she starts kissing and biting your neck.Â
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.Â
âOh, no, no, baby. You donât get to kiss me right now. You need to focus on keeping your mouth shut.â Condescendingly spat as she begins sliding her hand down your underwear and cupping your pussy.Â
âRock your hips. Now.â 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. Â
âGo ahead, baby. Grind into my finger. I can feel how desperate you areâŚbe a good slut and do as I say.â Lowly growling to let you know she wasnât kidding and removing her hand from your face.Â
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. Sheâs 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.Â
âStop. I fucking told you to keep quiet. Now youâll suffer.â the words echo in your brain, you halt immediately but almost cry at the loss of sensation.Â
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.Â
âJihyoâŚâ a soft plea for her to make some form of movement on you.Â
âIâll do what I please with what is mine.â holding her hand in the same position, itâs completely drenched from your cunt and you just need to feel something. Completely frustrated at the way she was messing with you.
âFine! Then, if you're going to do what you want then, so will I!â stuttering your hips again, using her hand in a nearly frantic manner.Â
Jihyo just laughs at the act, removing her hand from your shorts and pushing you back down into your spot on the bench. Sheâs watching you closely, the primal need in your eyes, how you couldnât find a comfortable seat.Â
You have finally reached your breaking point.Â
âUGH! Stop toying with me! I just need to c- cum! Iâll do anything, baby. Just fuck me already!âÂ
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.Â
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, itâs enough to incite a gasp from your lips.Â
Unable to control yourself, you start thrusting your hips again. She pulls her finger out of you, instantly.Â
âI didnât tell you to fucking move.â 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.
âPlease, babyâŚI need you. I fucking need you!â getting so close to her face that you can feel her breath on your skin.
Sheâs trying to keep calm but the fire behind her eyes was telling you she was anything but.Â
Was she actually in control here?Â
Only one way to know for sure.Â
âMommyâŚplease, I need you inside me. Fucking, please!â 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 youâd been seen.Â
âHello! 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!â crackles over the intercom.Â
Faces inches apart, Jihyoâs 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.Â
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.Â
Jihyoâs 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.Â
âThatâs how bad you want it, huh? Willing to get half naked in public, just to feel me?â 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.Â
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.Â
âThink you can flirt with Momo all fucking day, and then Iâm just going to fuck you?â 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.Â
âWhat is it about her, hm?â Another smack.Â
âDo you think she could make you this wet?â This smack harder than all the other ones, but you knew she could do better.Â
âWho do you think made me this wet in the first place?â with a tenseness that matched the state of your yearning.Â
âAre you fucking kidding me?!â 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.Â
âCan you cum like this? Should you even cum at all?â splattering your soaked cuntâs fluids all over her own legs and hand.Â
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.Â
âMommy! Slow down, oh fuck, Iâm gon- ungh -na cum!â Â
âI donât fucking care. Be a good little whore and shut the fuck up.â lowering her head, teasing you with the tip of her tongue.Â
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.  Â
âFuck, fuck, fuck- Hyo, Iâm gonna fucking cum!âÂ
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 donât stop thrusting.Â
âBaby, what -mmmhhhh fuck, oh my fucking god!âÂ
âThe whimpering whining whore wanted to cum so badly, right? So fucking cum.â Slapping your clit over and over again. You canât help but get loud for her, velvet laced grunts and adrenaline filled moans flee from your lungs in a race to fill the air.Â
âShhh! Keep it down or Iâll stop and leave you like this again!â stiffly whispered to you when she got up onto her knees to lean over you.Â
âWouldnât that be so sad? Let me help you.â 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 canât even govern your own body.Â
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.Â
Jerking and contorting under her, you canât 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. Youâre sure to suck every bit of yourself off her before she lazily pulls them from your mouth.
Sheâs 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.Â
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. Â
âWas that what you wanted?â Jihyo questions, cleaning you with her tongue. Twitching out of sensitivity under her touch, completely swollen and unsure if youâll even be able to sit properly for the rest of the day. Â
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.Â
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. Sheâs 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.Â
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.Â
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.Â
âY/n, are you okay?â Momo asks, noticing your energy change.Â
âYes. Just a little tired.â winking at her.Â
ââŚwaitâŚis that what I heard?âŚyou didnâtâŚâÂ
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.Â
âThank you, babyâÂ
âDonât thank me just yet, I still have plans for you once we get home.â
#twice x reader#twice imagines#twice smut#kpop imagines#kpop x reader#jihyo smut#park jihyo#twice jihyo#jimin#jihyo x reader#jihyo x you#Dom!Jihyo#Jihyo x fem!reader#wlw#jihyo#jihyo fluff#jihyo twice#jihyo x fem reader#gg smut#kpop smut#kpop x fem reader#kpop scenarios#jihyo imagines
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futch winrina...
â making out with you after dance practice ⥠karina's tongue deep in your mouth, saliva dripping down your chin while winter rests her head on your shoulder, as she gropes your tits gently, making you moan into karina's mouthđŤŁ... winter softly shoving her bandmate, so she can taste your spit-coated lips, making rina chuckle quietly as they switch places.
â karina getting on her knees so she can eat you out hungrily, the mirrors in the dim room fogging up as they work to please you ⥠winter harshly biting your neck as she guides your shaking hands to her dripping pussy, and you pleasure her, slightly inexperienced since you're so used to being their pillow princessđđ
â your moans getting higher pitched as karina sloppily sucks your clit, your pussy twitching as your fingers speed up inside of minjeong, who's currently swearing, as she reaches her high, and cums all over your fingers, while your brain is fucked over by jimin's skilled tongue, winter holding you as you stumble, cumming into rina's mouth <33
terribly written but i was horny so wtv !!
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lookin like jessica rabbit
requested
synopsis: karina is captivated by y/n. giselle hooks the two up and they instantly hit it off.
pairings: yoo jimin x top model fem!reader
cw: smut, scissoring, nipple play, soft dom!rina
MEN DNI!!
the lights, the sounds of cameras flashing, the different chatter amongst people, and most importantly, the rumors. being a top model in korea definitely came with a lot of rumors. here recently, the speculations have died down. youâll be participating in a catwalk amongst other models. there will be quite a few kpop artists there to support the models. you hadnât really been involved or talk with anyone in the industry because you know how fans can get and how fast rumors spread so you believed that it was best for you to stay out of it..until you met karina of aespa. jimin watched you strut down the catwalk. your aura captivated every sense that she had. she thought you were beautiful, confident, and bold...you were perfect.
âwho is that?â karina whispers to giselle, who sat next to her as you finish up your strut, walking backstage.
âoh thatâs y/n y/l/n. very sweet girl. got a crush on her, eh?â giselle teases karina, her face turning a shade of red.
âmaybe. how do you know her?â jimin replied
âi donât really know her but we follow each other on instagram, i do know of her. really pretty, has lots of fans and people say her personality is amazing. she may know you. i could hook you too up?â giselle says
âyes please. i would really appreciate it, the showâs almost over!â karina gushes and giselle giggles at her friend.
the show eventually ends, aespa heads backstage to do a meet and greet with some of the models. they shake hands with them, eventually your turn is next and karina blushes as she feels your soft hand intertwine with her hand.
âyouâre so gorgeous.â you mention to her and she smiles, bowing in the process.
âthank you, you too.â she comments
âIâd love to talk with you sometime. write your number down and hand it to me later.â you say
âo-ok, of course.â she says, doing as you say.
âsure thing..jimin.â you walk off with her number, leaving the girl stunned. her group of friends laughing at the interaction between you too.
âseems like our jimin will be getting some tonight.â Ning Ning comments, winter laughing along with Giselle as karina playfully rolls her eyes.
the night finally comes to an end and you end up texting karina to see if she wanted to chill with you for the night.
karina felt ecstatic when she read your message. she felt like she was on top of the world. someone like you invited her to hang out for the night!
karina quickly gets dressed, wearing a some sweatpants and a cute cropped top. she sneaks out of the dorm and takes a drive to your apartment. she knocks on your door nervously, you open the door and her mouth drops.
youâre in a satin robe paired with a cute lingerie set thatâs up under the robe, your nipples harden when you open the door and see karina standing there.
âhi jimin.â you say, letting her in the luxury apartment.
âh-hey.â she stutters, taking in the features of your place.
ânervous?â you tease and she just smiles, a slight blush creeping up on her face.
âuh- no! not at all!â she says
âcome upstairs with me.â you mumble in her ear. like a trance, she follows you until she gets up to your bedroom. your room has a nice view of downtown Seoul.
âitâs so pretty in here.â karina says, looking out of your window. the city lights shine brightly in your dimmed room.
âthank you, rina..â you trail off, your eyes travel down and back up her body. karina turns around, startling herself when she sees you looking at her.
âso what do you want to do?â she asks, sitting on your bed comfortably as she throws her bag to the side of the room
âYou.â you say aloud so she can hear you
âwhat if I donât fuck on the first date?â karina chuckles before walking over to you. her persona completely changing.
âwell..â you start
âwell, what?â she cuts you off, taking you aback. she wraps her arms around your waist, her hands trail down your ass
âwe donât have to.â you mumble out while she unties your robe, leaving you half naked before whispering in your ear.
âi want to.â she says as her soft lips brush up against your ear. âwho would say no to a pretty girl like you, hm?â
âj-jimin..â you softly mumble as she pushes you onto the bed
âhm?â she mumbles before she presses her lips against yours. âso fucking pretty..â she says into the kiss
karina pulls down your bra, not taking it off fully, before sucking on your nipple. you throw your head back as her tongue sucks all over the sensitive bud. you rub her clothed clit with your own knee while she switches to your other nipple.
âfuck..take these off.â you say. she listens to you, stripping of her clothes. she pulls your lace panties down your leg and eventually throwing them somewhere in your room. she gets on top of you, rubbing her nipples up against yours, the stimulation leaving your brain fuzzy.
âmmh- ..â you mumble, she kisses your lips once more. your knee finally touches her bare clit, her wetness leaks all over your knee as you move your knee back and forth on her clit, eliciting a moan from the woman.
âoh fuck..â karina breathes out, her fingers flick your nipples as you continue to move your knee back and forth on her clit.
âfeel good, hmm rina?â you ask
âfuck yes..need to feel you.â she says, getting off of you. âspread your legs for me.â you follow her orders, your dripping cunt on display for the woman.
karina sits in between your legs, her clit instantly comes into contact with yours, stimulating the both of you. karina rocks her hips back and forth, forcing her clit to rub up against yours at a fast pace.
âoh shit.â you say, looking up at her. her baby hairs stick to her forehead as she works hard to get the two of you to orgasm. she grabs your jaw, slowly spitting in your mouth; being the good girl you are, you swallow and she smirks.
âfuck, your pussy is so wet for me..youâre dripping all over me.â she mumbles as she holds onto your leg, grinding her clit into yours. you let out a high pitched moan feeling yourself leak onto her.
âa-ah jiminâŚi-im almost there.â you moan out and she speeds up. the noises of your harmonized moans and the squelching of your clits coming into contact with each other has your head spinning.
âgive it to meâŚi wanna feel your cum all over me.â she says
you throw your head back, almost breaking your neck while you let out a pornographic moan as you cum on her pussy. your orgasm tiggers hers, forcing her to cum on you. she falls back, breathing heavily. you two lay on your bed for a few minutes before you speak up.
âwanna spend the night?â you ask and she looks over at you with a smirk on her face.
âsure.â
the rest was history for the two of you. you guys started dating within a month of the âbooty callâ, sheâs a real gentlewoman. takes you on dates, you buy each other expensive gifts and clothes. you two plan on spending an eternity with each other.
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Younger Uchinaga
aespa karina x katseye 7th member reader smau
Synopsis: When Aespa Giselle's younger sister made her debut as a member of the international girl group Katseye, and caught the attention of Aespa's beloved leader.
âwhy didnât you tell us?â
âyou guys didnât ask?â
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katseye || aespa
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01 - surprise?!
02 - pcs
03 - mad sister
04 - gay
05 - 2 backs
06 - Sunbaenim
08 - iâm coming
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ps. donât mind the typos
(open) taglist: @yeetaberry127 @yjiminswallet @sixflame438 @ourlovesarang @saysirhc @tzuyusdoughnut @1luvkarina
#karina x fem reader#aespa x fem reader#katseye#katseye 7th member#karina x fem reader smau#yu jimin x fem reader#wlw#zavieâs work#aespa#karina x reader
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â jealous. : yu jimin x f!reader.
â â itâs my right to be hellish, i still get jealous. â
𪡠warnings : no serious warnings. reader gets jealous easily. jimin green flag. half smau. reader is apart of aespa. secret relationship. âscandals.â videoâs subs are fake ! reader is a bit petty. men dni. turn up volume for the video. content under cut.
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i dont like the way heâs looking at you
karina was talking to jeno, about what? you didnât know, you didnât notice. what you did notice was how close jeno was to the girlâyour girl.
you cleared your throat softly as you walked behind karina and wrapped your arms around her small waist, pulling her closer to you and away from him. âjimin⌠can we get coffee? i heard this new cafe opened nearâ oh, hi jeno.â
you sounded a bit more passive-aggressive than you had intended. jeno greeted you too before glancing at jimin and then at you, deciding it was probably best to leave you two alone. âiâve got somewhere to be, talk to you later karina.â
your girlfriend nodded, giving him a small âbyeâ before turning to look at you. âwhat was that for?â
âwhat was what for?â you answered coyly.
I'm starting to think you want him too
Am I crazy? Have I lost ya?
âyn.â she said firmly, making you let out a small whine, your grip on karina loosening as she looked at you. âsorry, i didnât like how he was looking at youââ
âhow was he looking at me?â karina interrupted, her voice dropping an octave as she brought you to a more secluded area.
â⌠like he wants you,â you murmured, making karina tsk. âbaby⌠heâs just a friendâan acquaintance even. and even if, in some crazy world, he did like meâit wouldnât matter.â
you grumbled as karina gently cupped your face, her thumb caressing your cheek. âyâknow why?â
âwhy?â you asked softly.
ââcause i love you.â
Even though I know you love me
Can't help it
you blushed at her words, turning away as you coughed out a small âwhatever,â trying to sound casual, though the soft blush on your cheeks gave you away.
âdonât âwhateverâ me,â your girlfriend said, rolling her eyes with a smile as she pressed a small kiss to your cheek.
â
âof course i saw, idiot,â you murmured to yourself.
I turn my cheer music up
And I'm puffing my chest
I'm getting red in the face
You can call me obsessed
It's not your fault that they hover
I mean no disrespect
waking up to your girlfriendâs messages made you feel shitty, really shitty. it wasnât her fault the paparazzi were there, nor was it her fault that heeseung was also there. you knew thatâbut you still got jealous.
It's my right to be hellish
I still get jealous
â
âyn,â giselle called from across the room. you were with karina (as usual), your arms wrapped around her waist as you rested your head on her shoulder. âhm?â you hummed in response.
âtake a picture of me,â the japanese said with playful impatience. your group had decided to go out together, since promotions for your new mini-album were finally over.
you brought your polaroid camera, thinking it complemented your outfit, and it wouldnât hurt to take a few pictures.
you pretended to think about aeriâs request for a few seconds before saying with a small smile, ânah, iâm good.â
the oldest scoffed. âwhaâ what do you mean youâre good?â
âiâm good as in, no thanks. plus, i ran out of film.â
your girlfriend looked at you, her perfect lips forming a pout. âyou ran out?â her tone was soft, almost whiny as she glanced at your camera, then back at you. you chuckled at her expression, placing a quick peck on her cheek before shaking your head.
âno, no, i still have film⌠i just donât wanna use it on aeri,â you teased. âsheâs used up enough.â karina sighed in relief before asking in a small voice, âin that case, could you take some photos of me?â
she didnât even have to finish her sentence before you were already tweaking the settings of your camera. you knew how she liked her pictures, the vibe she went for, how the sunlight hit her skin, the angles she likedâŚ
karina let out that gentle giggle you were obsessed with, making your knees weak. she stepped back, showing off the beautiful sceneryâa gorgeous field filled with unique flowers, though none as unique as her.
you took a couple photos, smiling as she comtinued on with her childish antics, getting distracted when she was supposed to be posingâthough you guess it added to the charm, her charm.
once done, she skipped back over to you as you shook the picture to help develop it faster. âcan i see?â she asked like an eager child. just as you were about to show her, aeri spoke, your ears perking slightly at her voice.
âhey! you said you were out of film!â she said in a slight whine, making your two youngest members turn to look at you, curious as to what was happening.
you shrugged. the polaroid finally developed, revealing your girlfriendâs beauty. karina smiled as she reached for the picture, studying it for a few seconds before giving you a quick peck on the lips. â⌠i love it.â
ningning, now bouncing on her toes, wanted to see it too. âoh, thatâs so cute! unnie, you look so pretty,â the youngest complimented, and minjeong agreed. aeri glanced at the photo and begrudgingly nodded. âyou actually do look cute, thatâs rare,â she teased.
âshut up,â jimin murmured, playfully pushing her.
âno really, unnie. you look pretty,â winter added.
'Cause you're too fuckin' beautiful
And everybody wants a taste
you gently tugged on karinaâs free hand, making her look at you. she giggled before pulling you closer, her fingers intertwining with yours. âyeah, well, thatâs probably because my super cool and cute girlfriend took my pictures.â
the others chuckled as you nuzzled into jiminâs shoulder. âyeah, yeah, we get itâyou two are in love,â minjeong said playfully as jimin waved her hand dismissively.
That's why (That's why)
I still get jealous
â
you were lying in bed, curled up against karina, but something didnât feel right. jimin couldnât shake the feeling that something was off. you were quietâtoo quiet. â⌠baby?â
you let out a soft hum in response.
âyou okay?â she asked, rubbing small circles on your back.
â⌠yeah,â you murmured, but your tone betrayed you.
âyou sure?â she repeated
you stayed silent for a few more seconds before nuzzling further into her. â⌠was on twitter, and i saw people talking about how you and jeno look good together.â
jimin could practically hear you pouting as she pulled back slightly to look at you. her expression softened when she saw your faceâyour face she loved so much.
âdonât mind them, baby. they donât know what theyâre talking about,â she reassured, brushing a few strands of hair away from your face. â⌠donât be jealous. youâre the only one i want,â she added before placing a quick kiss on your cheek, then your lips.
it was niceâyou could admit that. though, you knew that no matter what, youâd still get jealous.
#â siaâs work#aespa#karina#aespa x reader#aespa x fem reader#kpop x reader#fem!reader#kpop#kpop wlw#yu jimin#karina x reader#yu jimin x reader#; aespa
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â â â â â â â â đ˘ YOU GOT ME NERVOUS TO SPEAK yu jimin x reader
âł warnings jiminâs a mess, yn is a model and producer and older idol!karina x famous!reader
you could never catch jimin lacking confidence. she carried herself with an air of self-assuredness that was impossible to ignore, and she always thought highly of herself. nerves? they were foreign to her.
however, jimin had her moments. moments where friends and managers took advantage of her kindness, slipping past her defenses. though these instances were minor, they left a lasting sting, prompting her to build a thick wall around her emotions.
now, nobody could make her feel less than the strong woman she knew herself to be. nobody could easily sway her into doing things for them, and most importantly, nobody could ever make her nervous.
or so she thought.
jimin had heard of yn a few timesâjust in passing. she knew yn was a high end model, admired for her beauty. but that wasnât all. yn was also a talented music producer who had worked with various artists, particularly under SM entertainment.despite this, yn had never collaborated with aespa.
that was until their fist full album.
"oh my gosh, she's so cool," aeri exclaimed as she walked out of the recording studio, plopping down beside minjeong. her cheeks were still flushed with excitement. "she complimented my outfit, bro! I wanted to die. sheâs so hot."
yizhuo and minjeong nodded in fervent agreement, both still riding the high from their own recording sessions with yn.
"she's in love with me," yizhuo bragged with a grin, her voice dripping with playful confidence. "she kept complimenting my voice. I was literally serenading her."
jimin rolled her eyes at her membersâ antics, feeling a bit of skepticism creep in. "stop being delusional," she teased, getting up from her seat and preparing to enter the studio herself. "I guess it's my turn with your little crush," she added, a smirk playing on her lips as she walked through the door.
the moment jimin stepped inside, the first thing she noticed was yn, lounging casually in the producerâs chair, her gaze fixed on the ceiling as if lost in thought. there was something about the way yn carried herselfâcalm, composed, yet effortlessly commanding the room.
jimin cleared her throat, drawing ynâs attention. the producer turned her head, her eyes slowly scanning jimjn from head to toe. the intensity of ynâs gaze made jimin instinctively tug at her sleeves, suddenly hyper-aware of her appearance under the scrutiny.
âhey,â yn greeted, a lazy smile spreading across her lips as she leaned forward in her chair. âbest for last, huh?â
jimin felt her face heat up at the comment. It wasnât just the words, but the way yn said them, smooth and confident, with a hint of something more. the girls werenât lying, yn had an undeniable charm that was hard to resist.
jimin, for the first time in as long as she could remember, felt a flutter of nervousness. she didnât like itânot one bit. she tried to brush it off with a light chuckle, but it came out more awkward than she intended, causing yn to raise an eyebrow at her.
âoh-oh, sorry,â jimin stammered, quickly moving toward the recording booth, hoping to shake off the strange feeling that had settled in her stomach. as she stepped inside, she heard ynâs soft laugh. a sound that only made her cheeks burn hotter.
from behind the glass, yn adjusted her glasses, her eyes flicking between a piece of paper and jimin. âyouâve gone over your parts?â
âyep,â jimin replied, trying her best to regain her composure. she watched as yn nodded, seemingly satisfied with the answer.
âgood. Iâm actually going to have you start with the bridge,â yn instructed, her tone professional yet still carrying that undertone of warmth. âI want to see how it sounds alongside winterâs voice.â
âsounds good,â jimin said, eager to get started. she wanted to get this over withâto finish the session so she could stop feeling whatever it was that yn was making her feel.
yn gave her a small smile. âconfident.â
âalways am,â jimin replied, a hint of her usual vibe returning.
âthatâs cute,â yn remarked, laughing when she saw the shock on jiminâs face. âalright, letâs get recording.â
jimin was so ready to get this over with but who knew one producer could screw her over like this.
it wasnât going as smoothly as jimin had hoped. an hour passed, and she couldnât seem to get a single line right. wvery time she tried to focus, she felt ynâs eyes on her, and it threw her off completely. It was frustratingâshe had never had this problem before. she was usually the epitome of professionalism, but now she was fumbling over words like a rookie.
jimin gently banged her head against the mic in frustration, eliciting a soft laugh of pity from yn. âIs there any reason why youâre having such a hard time?â yn asked, her tone laced with genuine curiosity.
âyou,â jimin grumbled, surprising herself with the admission. she hadnât meant to say it out loud, but it was the truth.
âme?â yn repeated, her voice tinged with amusement.
jimin sighed and leaned back against the wall of the booth, running a hand through her hair. âIâm just⌠Iâm used to certain producers. youâre new to me, I guess. Iâm having a hard time because I donât know you.â the words tumbled out, a half-truth meant to mask the real reason behind her nervesâhow was she supposed to tell yn that her presence was distracting because she was just too damn attractive?
It was totally bullshit but itâs all she could think of, how else is she supposed to say âhey, Iâm having a hard time because youâre very hot and I canât focus.â
yn seemed to sense the half-lie, but she didnât press further. Instead, she nodded thoughtfully, biting the inside of her cheek as if holding back a smile. âalright, then. you can get to know me,â she said casually. âyou know the party sm is throwing in a couple of days? find me there.â
jimin did know about the party. It was a big event, meant to celebrate sm artists, choreographers, and producers. she hadnât planned on goingâparties werenât really her sceneâbut it seemed she had no choice now.
âokay⌠I guess Iâll see you there,â jimin agreed, her voice quieter than usual.
âyup,â yn replied, her tone light. ânow go tell your members why you couldnât finish recording because you didnât know me.â yhe mockery in her voice was playful, causing Jimin to laugh despite herself.
âbye,â jimin said softly, her smile lingering as she turned to leave the room. she couldnât help but glance back one last time, seeing yn wave with that same teasing grin.
Is it possible to develop a crush in an hour? because it seems like jimin definitely had one
jimin stood beside aeri at the party, her usual confidence feeling slightly out of reach. The sm event was in full swing, with artists, producers, and choreographers mingling under the soft glow of the ambient lights. laughter and chatter filled the room, but jimin found herself unusually quiet, her eyes scanning the crowd.
âyou seem nervous,â aeri noted, nudging jimin with her elbow. âI thought you were too cool to get nervous.â
jimin forced a laugh, trying to play it off. âIâm not nervous,â she insisted, though her eyes betrayed her as they continued to dart around the room, searching for a familiar face.
âhh-huh,â aeri teased, clearly not buying it. âIf you say so.â
just as Jimin was about to retort, she spotted yn across the room. he producer/model was in deep conversation with a group of smâs top choreographers, looking effortlessly laid back ynâs presence was magnetic, and it wasnât just jimin who noticedâseveral heads turned to glance at her, admiration clear in their eyes.
jimin felt her heart skip a beat when ynâs gaze suddenly locked onto hers. the conversation yn was having seemed to fade into the background as she smiled at jimin, her eyes lighting up with recognition. without breaking eye contact, yn raised her hand and waved jimin over, the gesture both casual and inviting.
âyouâre gonna go over there, right?â aeri asked, leaning in with a knowing smirk.
âyeah, I guess,â jimin muttered, trying to sound nonchalant. but inside, her nerves were buzzing, and her feet felt heavier than they should as she began to make her way across the room.
as she approached, yn excused herself from the group she had been talking to, turning her full attention to jimin. âhey,â yn greeted, her voice smooth and warm, just like in the studio. âglad you made it.â
âyeah, well⌠couldnât miss it, could I?â jimin replied, cursing herself internally for how awkward she sounded. she took a steadying breath, trying to find her footing. âYou look great, by the way.â
ynâs smile widened, a glint of amusement in her eyes. âthank you. you clean up pretty well yourself,â she complimented, her gaze sweeping over jimin appreciatively. âthough, I have to say, Iâm still thinking about what happened in the studio.â
jiminâs heart sank slightly, knowing exactly what yn was referring to. she let out a nervous laugh, trying to brush it off. âabout that⌠sorry I wasnât at my best. It was just, you know, the new environment and all.â
âmm-hmm,â yn hummed, clearly unconvinced. she leaned in slightly, her voice lowering to a playful whisper. âor maybe it was something else⌠or someone else?â
jiminâs cheeks flushed, the teasing sound in ynâs voice making it hard to maintain eye contact. âokay, maybe I was a little⌠distracted,â she admitted, the words tumbling out before she could stop herself.
yn raised an eyebrow, her smile turning into a smirk. âdistracted, huh? by what, exactly?â
jimin hesitated, feeling the heat rise in her face. she knew there was no way out of this without admitting some of the truth. âby you,â she finally confessed, her voice barely above a whisper. âItâs just⌠youâre different from the other producers Iâve worked with. It kind of threw me off.â
yn seemed to savor the admission, her smirk softening into a more genuine smile. âI guess I should be flattered then,â she said, her tone still playful but with a hint of sincerity. âbut you didnât have to make up that little excuse about not knowing me. I think you were just nervous.â
jimin bit her lip, feeling both embarrassed and amused by how easily yn had seen through her lie. âmaybe I was,â she admitted, surprising herself with how honest she was being.
ynâs eyes sparkled with mischief as she leaned in even closer, her voice just a breath away from jiminâs ear. âwell, if it makes you feel better, I thought it was cute.â
jiminâs heart skipped another beat, and for a moment, she forgot how to breathe. the way yn was looking at herâwith that mix of teasing and something moreâwas making her feel things she wasnât used to feeling, and it was both exhilarating and terrifying.
trying to regain some semblance of control, jimin cleared her throat and straightened up, a small, nervous smile on her lips. âSo⌠about that recording session. maybe we could, um, try again? Without the distractions this time.â
âoh?â ynâs interest was clearly piqued, her smirk returning. âand what kind of distractions are you talking about?â
jimin felt her face heat up again, but this time, she decided to lean into it. âhow about just the two of us in the studio? no members in the outside room. no distractions,â she suggested, her tone carrying a hint of flirtation despite the nervousness still gnawing at her.
yn seemed to consider this for a moment, her gaze lingering on jimin with an intensity that made the air between them feel charged. âI think that could be arranged,â she finally replied, her voice low and smooth. âjust you and me.â
âjust us,â jimin echoed, a small smile tugging at her lips.
âwell then,â yn said, straightening up but still keeping her eyes locked on Jimin. âItâs a date. Iâll make sure the studio is ready. you just bring that confidence youâre so famous for.â
jimin nodded, her heart racing but excitement bubbling up alongside the nerves. âIâll be there.â
âlooking forward to it,â yn replied, her smile lingering as she took a step back, giving Jimin one last look before turning away, leaving Jimin standing there, trying to process everything that had just happened.
as yn walked away, jimin couldnât help but feel a mix of anticipation and nerves. It seemed like she had gotten herself into something she wasnât quite prepared forâbut at the same time, she was eager to see where this new, unexpected connection might lead.
I guess you can say she was okay with feeling a bit nervous.
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# special 2k celebration ; aespa as classic tropes
tags aespaxreader, fluff, idol!au, fifthmember!reader, karinaâs fic is inspired by haobin fanmeeting, zero angst, flirty x flustered, only one bed, sunshine x sunshine protector, enemies to lovers
đď¸ authorâs note: thank you everyone for 2k followers! i was never expecting to gain so much traction for my writing but iâm really happy that people have been enjoying my works! as promised, here is a special fic to truly show how grateful i am for your support (*¯︜¯*)
YU JIMIN â flirty x flustered
jimin would definitely enjoy teasing you a lot. the first time she had made an offhand comment, her eyes were basically sparkling when she witnessed the blush that spread through your face. she likes the way your eyes evert from her gaze.
âoh? are you blushing again? did your heart flutter because of me?â jimin would ask, staring at you intently with faux innocence. sheâs amused by your hand reaching out to swat her face away. despite your disdain for her flirty nature, some part of you felt satisfied whenever jiminâs attention would be on you solely. it was egotistical, but you enjoyed it nonetheless; the fact that this one girl had people bowing down at her feet, worshipping her, but she only focused on you.
jiminâs flirting has no end; during vlogs, behind the scenes, instagram lives, concerts and even fanmeets. like that one time, a fan had asked jimin who she would her sibling date in aespa and her response had twitter up in flames the next day.
âwho would i let my sibling date?â jimin hums thoughtfully, her head swaying from side to side as she observes her fellow members. you catch the way her lips curl into a smirk above the microphone, âthat person must be a kind and sweet girl thenâŚâ
thereâs multiple chants of ây/nâ from the crowd of mys, no doubt due to the popularity of ynrina. you bow your head down, cheeks already slightly red. then, jimin says, âmaybe aeri? sheâs very caring and reliable.â
the crowd falls silent with disappointment and then one fan shouts, âwhy not y/n?!â the mention of your name makes you snap your head upwards and you reach for the microphone to retort. yet, jimin beats you to it and she giggles slyly, ây/n is mine.â
âwhat?!â another fan shrieks and suddenly, they all erupt into cheers and screams. you wince at their loudness, the fluffy headband resting neatly on your hair nearly falling down. jiminâs face is filled with satisfaction and your members are equally as stunned as the crowd.
you groan, already feeling the fatigue from having to do another late instagram live to feed the fanservice after today. jimin only grins, clearly elated by the response of the fans.
âjimin-ah, why do you like y/n?!â
the mentioned girl only hums, supposedly unfazed by all the commotion caused by her answer.
ây/nnie? her reactionâs are cute, no?â jimin smiles, glancing at you. unfortunately for yourself, the seating arrangement was according to age and being the second oldest, you found yourself sitting next to jimin. âand sheâs a good cook. she always cooks for us and her ramen is delicious. i think she would make a good girlfriend.â
your ears burn with embarrassment as multiple flashes go off, capturing the moment that would surely make its way onto the trending page tomorrow. jimin merely nods, proud of herself.
âwhat about you, y/n-ah?!â
you swallow your saliva, inhaling sharply and picking up the microphone. thereâs a moment of hesitation before you mutter, âjimin unnie would make a good sister-in-law.â
the crowd bursts into disappointment and jimin glares at you playfully with disapproval. she huffs, âam i not your type?â her question only further fuels the burning heat in your cheeks. you can barely look at her now, eyes staring straight at the numerous letters and gifts your fans had given you that were all laid out on the table.
âso who would you choose to date then?â jimin adds. you can feel the saliva in your throat drying up, âuhm⌠maybe⌠minjeongieâŚâ
âkim minjeong, donât steal my y/n!â jimin yells as minjeong rolls her eyes. your eyes fall on yizhuo, whoâs already grimacing at the scene. you just know sheâs imagining her twitter timeline tomorrow.
âstop making fun of her before she explodes,â aeri chides as jimin gleefully chuckles. the older one reaches over to prod at your cheek, feeling the warmth and then cradling it in her palm, âher face is so hot.â
âunnieââ your voice comes out strained and luckily for you, minjeong cuts in, ârina unnie, calm down.â
jimin halts for a second and then sighs loudly and dramatically. she leans back into her chair, pouting. you can still feel the adrenaline rushing through your bloodstream from her touch. itâs maddening the way she can make you feel so flustered without much effort.
true to your words, both âkarinaâ and ây/nâ trended on twitter the next day. the keywords had exploded in popularity and there were thousands of edits of this supposed y/nrina moment.
@jjimyangs | 28/09/24
ynrinaâs cute relationship ^^ the way rina says her sibling canât date yn because yn is hers where can i find a yu jimin for myself đ
@ningzhyo | 28/09/24
ynrina is REAL. i canât believe theyâre this flirty and sweet in front of us this is sickening omfg im about to throw up. if they arent dating iâll eat my sock
@solddaeng | 28/09/24
aespa trending cuz of ynrina⌠thank you gay people for existing đđ
UCHINAGA AERI â only one bed
going on tour meant having barely an hourâs worth of sleep, frantic running and packing, drastic practices that drained your energy and sharing hotel rooms together. most of the time, the company would be able to book separate rooms for all the members. at least when they were free, they could rest with comfort. you appreciated that fact. either that or the company would at least have member sharing a twin bed hotel room rather than a single.
yet, the hasty planning of the tour led to some misunderstandings and confusion. everyone had been working extremely hard for the upcoming schedules and perhaps some miscommunication had happened. hence, thatâs why you found yourself staring at a single bed with uchinaga aeri by your side. for the hongkong stop, aeri was to share a room with you and you didnât mind at all. you had been her roommate for a couple of months before. aeri was neat, clean and helpful.
unfortunately you couldnât fathom how you both would be able to fit on a single bed. the room had no other space to sleep onâ other than the living room couch.
you turn your head back to the couch situated right in front of the television stand. thereâs already a feeling of soreness that runs through your back as you observe the firm and rough texture.
aeri was already having back aches with the amount of practise you had been doing and she couldnât suffer another night. you werenât too fond of sleeping on the couch either.
âletâs just sleep together,â aeri offers.
âwill we both fit?â you ask hesitantly.
aeri grimaces slightly before nodding. you had already showered and due to your fatigue, you didnât even notice that there was a single bed instead of two. freshly showered, aeri heads towards the bed and flops onto it. her body already took up almost a third of the space available and there was no doubt that you had to at least squeeze together to accommodate you as well. your hand reaches out to the side to turn off the remaining lamps. as the room dims, you take hesitant steps towards the bed.
you sit on top of the duvet sheet and carefully maneuver yourself to slide into the blanket. aeri only watches and she slowly inches closer to the side.
your skin eventually rests against the soft sheets and aeriâs body. her touch emits warmth and it sends a tingle down your spine. you donât dare to look up at her, choosing to stare away. your hands are placed awkwardly by your side
âis this okayâŚ?â aeriâs voice whispers beside your ear. you sink further into the mattress, feeling the tips of your ears burn at her close proximity. swallowing your saliva, you mumble back, âye-yeah.. itâs fine.â
you can feel aeri shifting a bit before nodding her head. a moment of silence passes. your eyes eventually flutter close but aeri shuffles around again. when you peek in the darkness, half of her limbs are dangling down the bed and her face is scrunched up in discomfort. sheâs facing the other side and at the edge of the bed.
âyou should come closer. youâre gonna fall off,â you state, guilt seeping into you.
âitâs okayâ thereâs, uhm, not much space,â she replies. you ignore her words and turn around. once youâre facing her back directly, you reach out to tug at her arm, pulling her closer to the middle.
aeri lets out a whine but she doesnât resist.
âshould we just cuddle?â aeri asks quietly. there really wasnât another way. you were fine with skinship but something about cuddling with the japanese seemed too intimate. you hadnât been too comfortable with physical touch at first but after getting closer to the members, you would no longer flinch at their advances.
among all the members, you would say you spent the least time with aeri. despite being the same age, you just got too intimidated everytime she was near you. her domineering figure that towered over your head was frightening. sometimes, when youâre talking, she would lean down to listen better and it only makes you even more aware of how much taller she is than you. something about the noticable height difference made your chest constrict and your cheeks flush.
âi guess so,â you try to hide the nervousness in your voice. unfortunately, it does crack a little but aeri pays no mind to it. just as you flip your body around, she flings a hand over your waist, pulling your back flush against her chest. goosebumps rise against your skin as you feel her body warmth.
âthis is better,â aeri mutters, sighing comfortably. her cool breath breezes over your ear, forcing an involuntary shiver that makes you shrink in her arms even further. her legs are woven with yours, tangling together like threads. you can feel every inch of the smooth expanse of her legs that silently, you curse yourself for wearing shorts. âyou okay?â aeri asks.
âyes, iâm fine,â you croak out, âgoodnight aeri.â
âmhmâ night, lovely.â
@aebbltrans | 21/09/24
đđŹ bubble update
âdid everyone sleep well?â
+1 đ¸
âi sure did đ¤â
seems like ynselle slept together?!
@aerishilton | 21/09/24
yn and gigi shared a hotel room and bed last night omfg and gigi posting a photo of them cuddling YNSELLE NATION WE ARE ALIVE!
KIM MINJEONG â sunshine x sunshine protector
you had known minjeong for a long timeâ ever since you were trainees. most of the time, she was broody and indifferent. popular for her cold looks, the stage name âwinterâ suited her well. sometimes, rarely, she would smile. you didnât understand why she had such a poker face on for the longest time until she had gifted you with the sight of her smile. then you understood that it was because the curl of her lips would give people heart attacks immediately.
minjeong wouldnât smile often, but when she did, it was like a gift from god himself. hence, everytime she would grace you with her smile, you would subconsciously capture the memory in your mind.
when you had first debuted, minjeong was criticised heavily for not having any facial expressions. you had spent countless nights as burner twitter accounts arguing with trolls and haters. you hated how everytime she went online, her smile would dim further.
you would have your ipad, macbook and phone all displaying the comment section under minjeongâs fancams and everytime you spotted a hate comment, you would start arguing with them about how minjeong was definitely not a robot and she had real emotions. sometimes minjeong would wake up from her naps, groggily hugging your back for comfort and you would get distracted from this super important matter at hand.
(but minjeong always comes first and she gives really good hugs, so youâll abandon your devices in favour of cuddling her under her thick, comfy blanket.)
one time, the hate comments were especially bad and minjeong didnât come out for dinner, even refusing her favourite food. obviously worried, you had gone to her room, begging for her to let you in.
after some time, minjeong finally opened the door. you had felt your chest deflating at her puffy eyes and red nose, still sniffling. you spent that entire night talking to minjeong, saying how proud you are of her and how she shouldnât listen to whatever mindless nonsense she was reading.
ââi know itâs difficult to express your emotions well and i understand. you can always talk to me. i just want you to be happy,â you had comforted her. minjeong only stared at you, confused.
âiâm the happiest version of myself right now,â she had stated firmly. despite the evident tears rolling down her rosy cheeks, her voice was full of conviction. you could only smile fondly and rest your head against hers, wrapping an arm around her shoulder.
at that moment, you had vowed to always protect minjeong. that precious smile that you rarely sawâ it needed to be preserved gently, like a diamond. if you could keep her in a museum, protected behind a layer of thick glass no one could penetrate, you would.
even a few years into your career, when aespa was steadily growing in popularity, you had deemed yourself as the knight in shining armor that would protect your minjeong from harm. traveling meant that fans would swarm the airport and paparazzi would camp outside the terminals, hoping to take photos of the newly arrived idols.
the moment you stepped out of the gates, fans had started pushing around and a crowd swiftly formed, surrounding the whole group and the bodyguards. minjeong was latched onto your arm and you felt her grip tighten as multiple flashes of cameras went off. you had pulled her a little closer to your body, ensuring that the horde of fans couldnât get too close.
âwinter! look here!â
"karina-ssi!"
minjeongâs head turns and sheâs nearly bombarded by a new onslaught of fans, all pushing towards her like zombies. instinctively, you step ahead to block her from everyone, a scowl plastered on your face. you loved your fans and your life as an idol but sometimes the attention was overwhelming. hands reached out through the gaps between the security, holding letters and gifts. you had tried your best to grab any envelopes with one hand since your other was occupied with hugging minjeong.
one hand filled with letters, you try to muster up a grateful smile at everyone despite your annoyance that they were shoving cameras in your face. the other members were in front, jimin leading the way while aeri and yizhuo followed closely behind. you could see the gate where the company car was parked from far away. knowing that you would reach soon, relief settled in your heart while minjeongâs fingernails dug into your skin.
âyou okay?â you ask loudly over all the shouting. minjeong nods meekly and exclaims through her mask, âiâm okay!â
almost a third of the way there, you hear a yelp within the crowd and a blur flashes by your face. security immediately tries to block off the stranger breaching through their protection. the person manages to just glide their fingertips on minjeongâs shoulder before you jump into action, grasping the collar of their shirt and pulling them as far away as you could from minjeong. then, you shove them forcefully into the hands of your bodyguards, leaving them to deal with the stranger. you can feel minjeong trembling beside you and internally, you curse yourself for not acting faster.
the rest of the trip to the car goes by smoothly; all the fans seemed a little more timid now, probably shocked that their idol would push them away and scared of the repercussions if they did get too close. the moment you entered the car, you inhale sharply, finally catching a breath of fresh air from all the commotion.
âthank you for just now,â minjeong whispers quietly and if you hadnât been paying extra attention to her, you would have missed it.
âthat guy got too close,â you shake your head, frowning at the thought of him being within a metre radius of minjeong. the girl only pouts cutely, âat least you were there to save me.â she says it like sheâs a damsel in distress that you were owed the duty of protecting. maroon colouring your cheeks, you cough awkwardly, âjust making sure you guys are fine.â
âyou should join the security team,â jimin chuckles while aeri feels up your biceps, aweing in disbelief, âhowâd you manage to throw him like that?! you donât even go to the gym.â
meanwhile, yizhuo just sighs, âtwitterâs going to be crazy tomorrow.â
@kminsiksgf | 29/09/24
DOES ANYONE HAVE THAT VIDEO OF YN TOSSING THE SASAENG AWAY FROM MINJEONG
@krynaeri | 29/09/24
oomf just blessed me with a new minyn moment đŤ wish i was mj so bad i want yn to be throwing people around for me.
@ynbubble | 29/09/24
đŤ§đ [3.17pm]
mys~~ please be careful if you come see us at the airport ^^ walk slowly and carefully! to protect yourself donât push around and make sure to be respectful!
+1 đ¸
look at how well minjeongie is taking her afternoon nap! like a cute puppy đś
NING YIZHUO â enemies to lovers (one-sided)
ever since the chinese girl had became your roommate, you had hated her. from the moment she landed in sm, she always managed to ignite a fire of rage inside you. ning yizhuo was cocky, rude and nasty in your eyes. you wouldnât understand why jimin and minjeong were so prone to hanging out with her since she was a literal spawn of satan. sometimes you think that god sent her up to earth from hell to test your limits.
constantly eating your snacks, throwing paper airplanes at your head folded from lyric sheets, purposely bumping into you during dance practices, was there a day that went by without your blood boiling because of ning yizhuo? you hated how she used her angelic charms and innocence as a maknae to get herself out of trouble. when you had received the confirmation of shooting a debut music video, your heart had leapt, then dropped down into a bottomless pit when jimin had awkwardly muttered, âning too.â
since your debut wasnât truly confirmed until the music video dropped, you had prayed every day consistently, hoping that somehow, one of the higher-ups would decide to take yizhuo out of the lineup. yet, that never happened since on the seventeenth of november, you had debuted with yizhuo by your side. the anger you held for her subsided for a while during the first round of promotions since even it couldnât overwhelm the happiness of debuting. but the moment everything settled again, it came back swinging in full force.
nothing you did seemed to restrain yizhuo from causing trouble. she would even bully you in front of the cameras, pinching your cheeks and smacking your shoulder roughly, all under the guise of being friendly. yizhuo knew you wouldnât retaliate against her while shooting, so she took her chance. the popularity of the âtom and jerryâ duo, as fans had coined, only further brought suffering in your life. management would constantly want you and yizhuo to interact and they would force you to sit next to each other during fanmeetings.
âstop pinching me!â you yell, whacking yizhuoâs hand away with a my melody plushie a fan had gifted. the crowd only laughed at how yizhuo avoided your attacks and squeezed your cheeks gleefully. you wanted to smack that smirk off her face.
âmys, isnât y/n so cute?â yizhuo asks, grinning proudly. head pounding from how hard your heart was beating, you give up fighting back and choose to glare at yizhuo between your squished cheeks.
âstop bullying her,â jimin chuckles, putting on a night fury headpiece. yizhuo rolls her eyes but she relents. throughout the fansign, she would make teasing comments, borderline almost hurtful if you werenât already used to her antics.
one fan had asked, âhow do you deal with ningning all the time? youâre very patient.â
you had to hide the disgusted sneer on your face and opt for a casual laugh, âsheâs a handful. iâm just doing my best.â
yizhuo had obviously giggled at your lie and continued conversing with her own fan animatedly. just as another fan sits down, you hear the mind-boggling request of, âcan we have ningy/n posing together?â your eyes had nearly bulged out of their sockets and you almost blurted out for her to repeat her question. unfortunately, yizhuo had heard her (because she has supersonic bat hearing, which you found out after you had cursed her under your breath and she merely winked at you).
âcâmere,â yizhuo wiggles her fingers around, pulling your chair closer and forming a half of a heart with her left hand. begrudgingly, you do the same with your right hand, smiling at the wave of flashes that go off. her other hand wraps around your shoulder, gripping it tightly but playing it off as skinship. you wince at the sharp nails that dig into your bare skin.
even after the fansign, you could still see the indents she left behind if you craned your neck. the car ride back to the dorms was the only peace and quiet you kept to yourself. yizhuo would normally be knocked out after such a tiring day and she, understandably, would much rather sleep than annoy her favourite member. you would sneak glances at yizhuo, who was coincidentally sitting next to you, making sure she wouldnât jolt awake and scare you or anything.
(at least thatâs what you told yourself.)
the bumpy ride only caused yizhuo to flinch and shift uncomfortably in her seat, cuddling further into one of the many plushies the fans had given her. you would use this time to stare out the window and admire the serenity of the scenery. when the car hit a particularly rough patch in the road, yizhuo jostled before her head dropped lowly onto your shoulder. you couldnât even recoil away since you were sitting next to the car door.
âhow cute,â aeri teases, pointing at yizhuo who rested soundly. you grit your teeth and scoff, âthis wasnât by choice.â
your quick quips attracted the attention of jimin and minjeong as well, who joined in.
âare you sure you hate her?â minjeong asks mockingly. you clench your fists and make a gesture of punching her. unfazed, she only leans further into her seat and whispers conspiratorially, âshe likes you, donât you know?â
âshut upââ
jimin cuts in, âseriously though, ningie has never paid so much attention to someone before.â
your cheeks redden involuntarily and thereâs a conspicuous gulp of saliva that goes down your throat.
âwhat?!â
âdonât you get it? why ningie only teases you?â aeri questions again, her voice full of intrigue this time. with the membersâ stares on you, you can only squeeze your eyes shut and huff loudly, âitâs not like that!â
sighing, aeri turns back to her phone, âsure kid. whatever you wanna tell yourself.â
similar to aeri, minjeong and jimin do the same and indulge in their own conversation while youâre left to ponder about their words.
ning yizhuo who would only steal your pocky. ning yizhuo who would only doodle on your lyric sheets. ning yizhuo who would constantly find some way to make you angry. ning yizhuo who you hated.
you knew she was doing all this to get a reaction out of you but you hadnât expected it to be for such a reason.
ning yizhuo who only ever wanted your attention.
your entire body flushes at the realisation and you freeze when yizhuo stretches her arms out, waking from her slumber.
âahâ sorry,â she says lowly, her voice raspy from the nap. you donât bother replying her, scared that your own voice might crack. hiding behind your bangs, you face away.
yizhuo doesnât take the hint that you physically cannot speak to her right now and she insteads places a hand on your thigh that sends sparks of humiliation throughout your veins, grinning slyly, âyour shoulderâs super comfortable. lend it to me some other time, okay?â
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Change My Mind [4]
Pairing: BTS x reader
SUMMARY: As a make-up artist, you were expected to glamorize your clients with brushes and products that cost a week-worth of food, not to befriend them outside of work, let alone have them save you from dates yet here you are five years later as one of their closest confidants.
Being a stylist of the world's biggest boyband is no easy feat, someone is doing flips, someone can't stay still and one's asleep but its fine, you can work around their chaos but then one day, you find out they're all your soulmates, a whole different can of chaos you don't think you can handle.
Tags: Soulmates AU, Friends to Lovers, Eventual Smut, Not Beta Read, Slow Build, Polyamory, Attempts at Humor
Words: 7.1k
nothing much to say this time but this is not beta read, my friend who was supposed to read it is unfortunately unavailable, idk if the argument makes sense in the end cause I personally run from confrontations so idk how to write good arguments so yeah.
ANYWAYS, Happy reading!!
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In all of your years working for Bangtan, as one of their staff and the youngest stylist, you've been included in every life events and celebrations there is. Birthdays, first wins, comebacks, everything there is even something as important as family dinners. You've never skipped or forgot a single member's birthday, period.
But as Guwon stands before you, a plane ticket to Jeju in hand with the departure scheduled tomorrow and returning just a day short before the tour, you find yourself at a crossroad. Itâs Jungkook's birthday tomorrow and Jimin has planned a small party tonight at their dorms before the formal celebration at the company the next day.
While you've been trying to rectify the awkward air between you and the maknae since his confession by starting conversations, the maknae only replied to you with silence before promptly vanishing in two seconds flat.
But despite the strain in your relationship, you could never think of not attending his birthday. You'd never thought to be petty enough to return his energy. His present was already wrapped in a pretty bow under your bed for a week now for Christ's sake!
âI-I can't⌠It's one of their birthdayâs tomorrow.â
âOh.â His smile falls. âCan't you just give your gift today? Surely they can party for one night without you.â
It was a genuine question, logical and true but for some reason, his tone raised concerns within you. You swear to the highest heavens you could hear a bit of irritation hidden beneath dejection.
You winced. âI can't, I'm really sorry⌠I-I can pay you back what you've spent for the trip. I'm really sorry, I just never missed any of their birthdays. I swear I'll make it up to you next time!â
Guwon's shine dulled the further you went on and your heart twinged with guilt. In another universe where some humans gained animalistic features, he'd have dog ears pressed to his skull, staring at you with wide and glistening eyes.
You waved off the image immediately, disturbed.
âIt's also my fault for not asking for your schedule. The tour is next week and then you'd be away from me for months so I kind of⌠panicked. I'm sorry.â
He should've known better than not to do research on your bosses , a voice at the back of your head scoffed and you waved the thought away as you put a hand over his.Â
âI should've notified you as well. Tell me if those are refundable or not, I'll pay you back.â
He waves you off. âCute but I've been raised well to know not to ask a lady to pay for my mistake, so don't worry that pretty head of yours about not being able to go.â
The date continued and thankfully, no dead air remained and conversation eased out of the both of you. Guwon sorted out his reservations early on, he'd stopped eating every once in a while to pick up his phone to either receive a call or respond to an email.
With how often he answered the chimes of his phone and how long it took for him to finally put it down, you figured he must've prepared a lot for the week and it made you feel more guilty every time he did it.
Today, he brought you both to an indoor park he rented for an hour for a picnic. It was on the outskirts of Seoul and he also cooked most of the food placed between you both, his mother however, was responsible for the side dishes.
Speaking of mothers, yours called earlier to congratulate you on whatever it was she was adamant on keeping secret but you already knew what it was and you were glad Jungkookâs mother gave birth on such a perfect day almost 21 years ago.
Guwon was planning to propose to you during the trip.
It left a bitter taste in your tongue. Sure you had expected to be married to him at some point but you barely knew the man outside of his colorful stories, and knew none of his actual behavior in his home. You haven't even visited his house yet for a vibe check so why is he rushing too fast?
Despite the guilt in your heart, relief is more palpable knowing you'd have more time to figure out if you truly want Guwon in your life.
Your phone vibrated in your pocket and you took a glance at it.
           [17:29] Jinnie: I'll pick you up at your apartment by 6.            [17:29] Jinnie: please be preparedđ
Seeing the tĚśhĚśrĚśeĚśaĚśtĚśeĚśnĚśiĚśnĚśgĚś friendly smile attached at the end of his message, you're suddenly reminded of the present. You hadn't told any of them of your date today, something that had drawn out longer than you thought it would. You frowned, fingers drumming on the side of your phone as you pondered on what to reply.
You had promised to help with the food yet here you are, out of town and on a picnic date inside a garden observatory.
âWho is it?â Guwon asks, seeing the frown on your face. Your mind immediately picks up the odd tone he has.
âTheir oldest, Jin. We're supposed to cook together before the rest comes home.â
He furrowed his eyebrows. âI thought the birthday was tomorrow?â
âOh, we're planning a small party before it, just his closest friends.â
Guwon nodded, eyes distant and thoughtful as he took a bite of his sandwich before continuing. âWhat time are you expected?â
âTheir eldest said he'll pick me up at six.â
He looked at his watch and frowned deeper. âIt's already 5:30. Maybe I can drive you to their dorm instead?â
You immediately shook your head. Remembering the promise you had with Jin and Jungkook. The maknae had recently begun to look at your direction again yesterday after Hoseok had talked to him, inviting Guwon would ruin the smallest progress youâve had.Â
Not to mention, you can't reveal their dorm location even if he is to be your husband. Company rules and you've signed an NDA.
âCompany rules, can't reveal their location.â
âIf we're going to be a couple soon, I'm going to need to know more about these guys you're hanging around. I don't trust them.â He says as he turns to the picnic basket to take another sandwich out, unable to see the twitch in your eye.Â
âWell, you have to learn how to, theyâre my bosses and my best friends.â
âIâm having a hard time believing that. I mean,â He scoffed. âDid you notice how they look at me whenever Iâm around? That rapperâYunâYoonmi stared at me like Iâm an insect he stepped on.â
Anger boils deep within your soul and youâre sure it's visibly contorting your face at this point but the man didnât notice it and continued chewing on his food.
âBesides, their location is pretty well known already, no? Just a couple searches away, why be so secretive about it?â
You refrain yourself from frowning and it takes all of the energy within you to not react as wildly as you wouldâve. It was amazing how the illusion of something good could shatter with only a few words and you set down the sandwich in your hand.
There's something terribly humbling upon realization that the man you're talking to is indeed, a man.
Noticing the shift in the air, he set down his cup of coffee with a slight raise to his brows.
âWhy are you looking at me like that? It's true though, I just think it's pointless to try to hide it when some people already know, so what's the use of trying to hide their dorm?â
Where's Jimin and Taehyung at times like this?
You dreaded the conversation you're about to bring up to your mother once she calls, and could hear her scolding you for having such high standards. Guwon being indifferent to the possibility of being stalked, and your boysâ privacy being breached immediately raise red glaring flags over his head.
A lawyer himself who shrugged at the threat of crimes, the joke just writes itself.
âDon't look at me like that, I'm just⌠trying to understand why you didn't want me to interact with them after our second date. It makes a man overthink, know?â
Whatever thread you were holding onto, a sliver of hope that you might've misheard or misunderstood him, decayed within you and you picked up your phone to stuff into your bag.
You had hoped, wished, that after your deep talk on the night Seokjin had scolded your ass to the nines he'd understand your dynamic better with the boys or at least try. You could already hear Yoongi's drawl out âI told you soâ as you packed up, even imagine him bringing up Namjoonâs statistical analysis and how I should've listened to it.
âIf you're implying what I think you are implying then I don't think we should meet each other anymore.â
Tossing the food back into the basket carelessly, you slung your bag over your shoulder and stand, only for his hand to shoot out to grab your wrist in an iron grip.
âWait, I-I'm sorry! I just got⌠jealous, that's all.â
Even with the apologetic look displayed clearly on his face and the fear swimming with them, nothing could bring back to life the trust you had on the man and you pushed his hand away.
âI can't stay with someone who can't understand why those boys are important to me, sorry Guwon but we're over. Don't you ever contact me again.â
âYou can't possibly be breaking up with me because I said what I felt? Over them? Really?!â
You don't even recognize the man sitting opposite you.
He knew, he saw how close you are with them and even sat through the stories you told him during your dates. Guwon knew you cherished every single boy in the group yet he disregarded it all because of jealousy? If that isn't a warning, then you might be blind.
âIt's like I never even knew you at all.â
He scoffed. âSame with you. Can't believe I actually believed your words telling me you were friends but I saw how those boys treated you!â
Sure your relationship with your bosses is unusual but it was built from hardship and loneliness from being taken away from home and surrendering their time for a glimpse of fame in a field where they're at a huge disadvantage. It was special in ways not many could fathom because in their head, what reason would there be for a man to befriend a girl other than having the intention to fuck them?
It was the mindset of the old and â wiseâ and it had infuriated you to the nines.
For him to reveal himself as one of those old cogs when he expressed himself as a gentleman and be convinced by his act of kindness, even the word disappointing could express how greatly upset you are.
âBet you've slept with all of them at least once, hell, I don't even know why your mother bothered when you're already busy whoring yourself for seven men.â
Anger flooded your veins, it was hot and rampaging under your skin. Before your mind could even register your actions, your hand had already moved, making contact with his cheek in one swift motion. The slap echoed like a clap of thunder in the silence of the observatory.
Even after seeing the angry red mark beginning to mar his skin, your anger remained.
âGoodbye Guwon, I hope we never see each other again.â
Walking away was easier said than done.
You got picked up by Guwon earlier and since you've run far enough from the indoor garden, away from your supposed ticket back home, you're now waiting for an uber at a small library sequestered between towering and loudly designed buildings. You had half a mind to ask your friends that lived nearby for a ride but decided against it.
They might be busy with their own family.Â
Unlike you.
As you sit there waiting for your ride to come, your mind takes you to your mother and her genuine glee at the thought of you getting married. Ever since your second date, she had been sending you photographs of weddings for inspirations, links to event places and tailors, and flower shops where you could have your bouquet arranged. She was beyond ecstatic, if she heard what had happened, she would be devastated.Â
A loud, exasperated sigh left your lips, the volume catching the attention of the bookkeeper who was quick to shush you.
As you waited longer with only the deafening silence of the library to accompany you, doubt began to form at the back of your head.Â
Was breaking up with Guwon really the right choice?Â
An angry, louder voice screamed at you for doubling down on your decision. You knew your boys longer than you knew him, if the trip had gone through, Guwon would've proposed to you despite the short time you've known each other. Something you didn't want. Not to mention, he would've gone through the idea while contemplating on your loyalty.
So yes, it was the right decision!
But you were to be married .
Your mother was so happy to have finally matched you with a guy you attended three dates with. The thought made your heart clench, she was excited to see you on the altar and has most likely spread it around your town with pride. She was about to have three married children.
Gods, you don't want to imagine the conversation later on, she'd be distraught.
Your phone buzzed and you dreaded looking at the screen to see your mother's name. Luckily, it was Jin instead.
           [18:01] Jinnie: where are you?            [18:01] Jinnie: knocked on your door but the neighbor said you were out.            [18:02] Jinnie: you're lateđ            [18:02] Jinnie: I'm going to have them deduct your pay this month for making me wait            [18:03] You: I'm sorry your highness for disappointing you, please forgive this servant of yours𤧠           [18:03] You: was on a date            [18:03] You: not that it matters anymore, I broke up with Guwon            [18:04] You: does it even count? I mean, we weren't official, he didn't ask me to be his girlfriend yet.
You paused, face souring as you realized what you've just typed.Â
Guwon hadn't asked for your hand officially even after three dates, he had the chance on your second date during the stroll but he didn't. Despite this, he went and asked your parents for their blessings when he hadn't even asked you first.
           [18:04] You: wow I just remembered that            [18:04] You: then he had the audacity to propose to me!
There's a pause in between his usually instant replies and you had an inkling he's already spreading the gossip around the group somehow.
           [18:08] Jinnie: wow there's a LOT to unpack there            [18:08] Jinnie: but worry not            [18:08] Jinnie: I'll have Jimin get us the strongest drink there is for later            [18:09] Jinnie: we'll drink that sorrow away and you're going to tell me what the hell you meant by proposing while not being official            [18:10] You: I don't think I should tell you that⌠           [18:10] You: considering⌠ya know            [18:11] You: also don't you guys have an early schedule tomorrow?𤨠           [18:12] Jinnie: bold of u to assume I don't want hear how massive of a failure he is            [18:12] Jinnie: nothing better than hearing your enemyâs downfallđ            [18:13] Jinnie: also what do you mean âyou guysâ???            [18:13] Jinnie: you're literally our make-up artist!
You scoffed at the message but before you could type up a reply, the notification from your uber app popped out to inform you about your driver now waiting outside the library and you walked out.
           [18:23] You: and just because I'm your make-up artist, doesn't mean I should let you all get away with this            [18:23] You: and I won't even drink much :pp            [18:24] Jinnie : if I ever see you stumbling around the house, you owe me 100000            [18:25] You: WOW            [18:25] You: AREN'T YOU RICH ALREADY????            [18:25] Jinnie: money is moneyđ            [18:26] Jinnie: just get ur ass over here already before I add more zeros to the bet
The smell of Jinâs cooking, both spicy and something savory, welcomed you first before the sound of sizzles did. At the sound of the door closing, Jin appears round the corner with an apron hung from his neck and a tong stained with red bean paste in the other.
Despite the disappointed look he's going for, reminiscent of a mother who caught her daughter coming home past curfew, the relief you feel upon seeing his handsome face after earlier was palpable and the knots in your stomach loosened.
âI should have your pay deducted for showing up late.â
You winced. âSorry boss, can I appeal for a heartbreak discount on that?â
âOnly if you give me a hug and cry on my shoulder.âÂ
He opened his arms wide, plush lips widening into a smile when you approached to wrap your arms around his torso. The fabric of his sweatshirt was soft and the scent of new laundry overtook his usual scent of freshly baked cakes and gentle vanilla perfume, it almost made you boneless in his hold. Moreso when he started stroking your head while the other ran up and down your back with his palm, fingers still wrapped around the tongs.
He didn't pull away despite the awkward position with him bending down and practically melting against your smaller form. In your years of being friends, you could never recall Seokjin being the first to pull away from a hug and once more, you're grateful for that.
âYou wanna talk about it?â
âIâll do it while cooking, we might burn whatever you're cooking if I told you all about it here.â
He shook his head, his rubbing motions on your back turning into gentle pats. âWe can just order it online if it does, I even bet that they'll still eat it even if it was. Hoba was relentless today.â
His nails raked through your scalp and you resisted the urge to shiver.Â
âHe was being an ass towards you guys. Then when I defended you all, he accused me of sleeping around.â
His first instinct was to curse the man down to his ancestors who bred with each other until he was born, but stopped himself when he realized what he's about to say and cleared his throat.
If his arms coiled tighter around you, you only leaned into him further.
âNormally I would say "I told you so" but I know Yoongi has it covered later. So I'll just sayâ"
"Don't you dare. Jin donât you dare finish that sentence."
"I knew it."
He let out a cry when your hand slapped his arm but it quickly dissolved into a fit of squeaky laughter and he pushed your head back under his chin before you could even continue hitting him. Hand continuing their petting as you let out an annoyed groan.
âMy mom was so excited! God. I hate that bastard for disappointing me and her. She was sending me links to wedding planners and dressmakers because apparently he was supposed to take me to Jeju tomorrow and propose.â
He stills in your arms, the hand in your hair stopping its motion as his breath hitched in his chest. It took him a moment before he recollected himself and continued to pat your head, pressing a kiss on top of your crown.
âI'm sure auntie will understand, I know that she would've wanted you to find a good man like she and your sister did.â
A voice at the back of your head told you he was referring to himself but you threw the thought away as soon as it went.
âPersonally, I would've taken the ticket and ditch him.â He laughed and you hit his arm with a barely concealed grin. âAll I'm saying is that free things should be used and if it's gifted then better! You get to decide how to use it so refund it!â
âI don't think it's that easy.â
âJust say Kim Seokjin of BTS asked for a refund and they'll immediately accept it.â
Pulling away, you playfully rolled your eyes at him, earning you one last laugh as you walked to the kitchen where the sizzles of the food being fried on the pan had long been muted. Jin followed you with an onslaught of words spilling from his lips, justifying and detailing how he would've done in your place as you placed your bag down on the island counter before reaching for the spare apron.
Hearing his rants filling the silence made it easier to relax, made forgetting how upset you were at Guwon a walk in the park.
It was familiar and his voice, despite his fiery indignation, was oddly comforting.
Soon enough, your conversation halts and you both position yourself over the counter, following his orders mindlessly; which is mostly dicing the vegetables and the slabs of meat he marinated last night in soy sauce and spices.Â
You found the repetitive motions of chopping soothing and silently thanked the man now hovering over the saucepan, gently stirring the seaweed soup.Â
As if sensing your eyes boring holes on the back of his head, his ears reddened and he looked over his shoulder to meet your gaze.
âW-what is it? Wh-why are you looking at me like that?â
âJust admiring how huge your shoulders are and how reliable you are.âÂ
You recalled how dearly he cared for his group despite the exhaustion from practicing singing and dancing the whole day. Despite being the youngest in his family, Jin took on the mantle of the oldest brother in the group easily and selflessly provided for his members alongside Yoongi and Namjoon. If it were anybody, you were sure the boys would've been sick or had long given up, especially when the company was about to file bankruptcy in their earlier years.
From the bone shattering dances, exhausting practices and routines stretching from dawn till dusk, you were thankful Seokjin was there to catch the others when they fall.
It was a hard task nobody would've assumed since selfishness is a built-in trait of a human yet Seokjin proved you wrong when he stayed up every night despite the muscle cramps and exhaustion weighing his bones to cook for his members, taking the role of the eldest like it was a second nature despite being the youngest in his family.
He barked out a half-hearted laugh as his red ears brightened from the compliment. âI already know that of course!â
âThank you for everything, Jin.â
His face crumpled when he laughed bashfully, the bright hue in his ears crawling to dusk his cheeks as well. It didn't take long before he recovered and like clockwork, in reaction to being flustered by compliments, he got defensive and raised the saucer threateningly at you.
âYa! If you're planning to compliment me, at least be original! I'm done hearing about how wide my shoulders are from ARMY and how reliant I am from the others! We've been together for years, do better and be original with your compliments!â
It was a joke, obviously.
But staring at the older man childishly brandishing his cooking utensil like a bludgeoning weapon, you couldn't help but ponder about what truly pulled you into him only to realize that you've never truly dove deeper than surface level details. It was disappointing to find out how shallow you've been when expressing your appreciation for the man.
Like he said, you've always pointed out how reliable he is but never have you pointed out the small things such as the warm food he claimed have been extras and the hot soups sectioned off for you on cold days.
He was the first to approach you on the first day despite being the member who mostly kept to himself, asking you if you wanted to celebrate their Rookie of the Year win with them instead of the rowdy staff behind you.Â
The first one to build a bridge leading to this deep companionship you had with the rest of the members, have you really never thanked him for that?
âYou're so caring and humble despite your background and where you are right now. If it was anybody else, they would've left the boys to fend for themselves once they were able to yet you didn't stop cooking for them, for us. I don't think I have ever met a man so down to earth and as loving as you are,â You paused. âWell, except Jimin but if you want something more original I'd say I love your hands even when you think they're weird because theyââ
You didn't even realize Jin crossed the distance between you both until his hands clasped around your lips, silencing you completely.
Unlike earlier with only his ears blushing, his cheeks now glowed red, the flushed skin spreading down to his neck, continuing past the collar of his dark blue pajamas. When your eyes meet, you find his glistening with unshed tears no doubt touched by your hastily put together declaration of your appreciation for him.Â
When it was clear you wouldn't continue your rant, his arms fell to your shoulders and pulled you into a tight embrace.Â
His violent heartbeats thudding against his chest was the first thing you've heard before you registered the stuttered exhales and his gentle saccharine scent filling your senses, clouding your brain completely. For a moment, it was just you and him in the kitchen, hugging a little longer than friends should be.
But then again, since when have you guys ever drawn the line on how platonic touches should last?
âGod⌠You gotta stop doing that.â
âI'm just following what you told me like a good dongsaeng and I think I did exceedingly well on it. Does that guarantee a deduction on my pay deduction?â
There's an odd, invisible weight that lifted off of you, something you didn't even realize you were carrying. But there's also a tinge of guilt pinching the edges of your heart.
Jin was the first to approach you, and the first to confess four years ago. He was all shy looks and sweet smiles, his sweet words accompanied by a bouquet of flowers that must've cost him more than he could've gotten from being an idol of a new group.Â
When Jin loves, he gives his all and doesn't think twice to give half of himself as well. In a way, he and Yoongi were alike, just with different approaches.
He was open and unapologetic while Yoongi was subtle and often silent.
His laugh twinkled in your ears but it dwindled later on, as if he remembered something towards the end of his mirth. âYou're driving me crazy, how am I supposed to move on when you're this lovely?â
Hearing him confirm your suspicion about his crushâis it even called that at this point?ârelieved you from an unknown anxiety most likely sparked by Jungkook's words a few nights ago. Why are you even relieved hearing him still liking you when all you've done is hurt him?
âYou're such an idiot, you know that?â
âLove makes you do the stupidest thing but I don't think I've ever regretted ever falling for you.â
He pulls away, a gentler, softer smile now tugging his lips up.
âGod, you made me sappy! My god, my soup!âÂ
Even without the warmth of his embrace, you could feel it radiate in the small space of the kitchen. You continued your work as Jin fuzzed about the seaweed soup behind you, bathing in the domesticity of it all.
Your phone vibrates loudly in your bag on the island counter. Wiping your hand on your apron, you opened it to see Jiminâs messages.
           [18:56] Mimi: seokjin hyung told me to buy the strongest alcohol            [18:57] Mimi: any idea why heâs being weird?            [18:57] You: Iâll tell jin that you called him weird            [18:57] You: but yes            [18:57] You: Iâll tell you all later why            [18:58] Mimi: 𤨠           [18:58] Mimi: not if I get you drunk in the first ten minutes            [18:58] You: Iâd like to see you try, pretty boy
Your phone vibrated again. Namjoon had texted you, seeing the preview you rolled your eyes.
           [18:59] Joonie: Seokjin hyung didnât say but I already figured it out            [18:59] Joonie: You'd hear enough from Yoongi hyung later but            [18:58] Joonie: I told you so            [18:58] You: I hope you trip and fall on shit𼰠           [18:59] Joonie: Love you too, noonađ            [18:59] You: blockedđŤ
âI'm not seeing enough chopping, young lady. Get back to your station!â Jin jokingly scolds. With a laugh, you return to your spot.
By the time some of the boys arrivedâexcept Jimin, Jungkook and Taehyung, no doubt pre-gaming somewhereâit was already ten and some of the dishes were plated, ready to be eaten in the dining room. If it wasn't for both your and Jin's advanced thinking to ready the bowl of rice and their plates beforehand, they would have starved to death as Yoongi dramatically puts it before blaming Hoseok for draining them out the whole day.
The man in question just laughed in response before shrugging and rebuking their âaccusationsâ, saying it wasn't even that hard. To this, Yoongi grumbled under his breath and Namjoon rolled his eyes.
A few minutes later, the maknaes entered, cheeks all flushed except for Jimin who was holding up a bag full of canned alcohol as if it was game from an all-day hunt.
You thanked Jimin silently for drinking the birthday boy tipsy enough to make the dinner energetic instead of the awkwardness you thought it'd be due to what happened a few days ago. There's fleeting eyes you've caught in between jokes he made, either pouring with adoration or longing, you tried to not to pay it much mind.
But of course, the alcohol pouring could only go for so long before you're all lounging in the living room to talk about anything that comes to mind. It was half an hour short from the clock tickling to twelve, signifying Jungkook's actual birthday.
The conversation started off tame with Taehyung questioning the animals who sleep standing to something more elaborate with Yoongi asking everyone's opinion about some decrypt conspiracy theory surrounding the rich of the west. It was all fun and games when Taehyung, lost in his own mind running with the most random thought, sluggishly pointed at you and asked:
âWh-why aren't you checking your phone? G-Guwon hyung haven't been texting you yet?â
Many heads turned to you who was practically boneless in between a tipsy Hoseok and a still sober Yoongi. You didn't even need to look to know the look of concern Jin was throwing your way.
But everything was hazy, your head throbbing from the alcohol. The words slipped past your lips before you could think about it.
âWe parted ways⌠He accused me of sleeping around when I said I didn't want to go on a trip with him tomorrow âcause I didn't want to skip Jungkookie's birthday.â
Hoseok patted your shoulder and Yoongi nodded, face indifferent as usual. Despite the reaction of the boys on both sides, not everyone in the circle held the same opinion it seems.
âYou didn't have to decline it, noona. You-youâve been with us for years, missing one wouldn't hurt me much.â
Jungkook's voice was softer as if he had sobered up from the revelation and you waved him away.
âWhat are you saying? I couldn't leave when we weren't alright.â You glimpsed at Jin before continuing. âBesides, he was planning to propose and I'm glad he couldn't anymore.â
In your drunken mind, the information didn't carry much weight but the pin drop silence following your words did, you guessed that it must've been. However, it didn't last long when Taehyung jumped up to his feet and punched the air as if Korea just scored the final score in FIFA.
The boys look at him with wide eyes, shocked by his reaction. Jimin recovers and tries to tug him down but a drunk Taehyung is determined, with a will stronger than a monk's resilience and patience, no one could stop him from doing what he wanted.
And that was bumping his glass on your forehead, a little harder than it should've been if he was sober and you reel back, a hand over your forehead.
âNoona! you're free again! Do you know what that means?!â
âOk that's enough for you tonight. Let's get you to bed.â Jimin says, chuckling awkwardly as he stands behind his best friend, wrapping his arms around his waist before dragging him away.
âWhy? Can't I just congratulate noona from recognizing something was off instead of ignoring it like most do? Noona,â He turned to you, bottom lip jutted out. âIt's not bad that I'm celebrating right?â
Seokjinâs laugh was nervous when he rose to usher the man away as well. âAlright, lets all calm down so we don't accidentally say something while drunk.â
âFuck yeah! I-I donât even know why I even believed his lies, heâs a lawyer for fucks sake!â
âNot that it ever stopped you before. I still don't understand why you couldn't have married one of us instead.â Jungkook cuts in, suddenly irritated.
Somehow, the tension in the room grew tenfold and everyone sits up, alert and ready to interfere if their youngest decides to let the alcohol take control of him. Your brain clears once it registered the annoyance in his voice, heart dropping to the soles of your feet.
âJungkookââ
âI just think it's a bullshit excuse and you know it. You told that to Jin-hyung four years ago and have repeated it ever since. Weâre all adults now, we can handle a little rejection and whoâs to say we canât date when weâre the only idol running the company. You say it's because you donât want to choose but arenât you just instilling false hope in us?âÂ
He stood as he grew more agitated but Jin pushed him down, eyes stern as he stared down at their youngest. Seeing the conflict brew between them, the growing guilt built by years of spending time with them reawakened.
It tied your stomach in a knot and felt like a building had dropped onto your heart.
As if sensing your emotions, Yoongiâs hand found your shoulder to give it a squeeze.
âYouâre not thinking straight so stop it,â Jin excuses as he turns to you with an apologetic smile. âHeâs just drunk, he doesnâtââ
âI know what Iâm saying and I think youâre being too biased here hyung!â
âJungkookâŚâ Hoseok calls from next to you, voice low, a warning.
âYou too! Sheâs also your friend, why arenât you pointing out how sheâs just playing with us? Why are you only calling me out?â
âBecause youâre being a stupid drunk right now, Jungkook. Stand down .â Yoongi ordered, voice firm and warning. His arms are crossed as he stared their youngest down but the maknae wasnât intimidated by it, if anything, the fire in the older manâs eyes only fueled the anger boiling within him.
In years youâve watched over them, never once has Yoongi scolded their youngest past Run BTS contents, leaving the reprimanding to their oldest and leader. For him to call him out and seeing them grow agitated by each otherâs presence, dread loomed over you with your nightmares threatening to come true.Â
This isnât how tonightâs party was supposed to go.
âIsnât there anyone whoâd agree with me at how absurd all of this is?!â His head snapped at Namjoon whoâs watching with a careful eye. âHyung, surely you can also see it!â
Throughout the exchange, Namjoon had sat back and watched the interaction from the sidelines instead of interfering on the first hint of a fight breaking out. Even when the situation becomes a little aggressive, he stays silent but you donât doubt that heâd be the first to stand if the disagreement becomes volatile and inching towards physical.
That's what he always has done, observed and let the high rise of emotions eventually tides down to a calm on their own. He's a leader, he's supposed to be fair and to do so, he must first understand both sides before taking action. He also trusts his own team to temper their own ire after years of being together.
But now that he's forced to join the argument, he sighed and stood. Seokjin stepped away as he approached their youngest with both hands placed on his shoulders to sit him back down.Â
Obediently, Jungkook follows.
âWhile I do see where youâre coming from, I think it's a bit unfair that youâre blaming her for being scared.â Jungkook opens his mouth but a firm shake of Namjoonâs head shuts him up. âDonât start again. Thereâs a power imbalance here kid. If her choosing someone could cause a problem, weâd get off scot free but not her. In the eyes of the company, sheâs disposableââ
âBut sheâs not.â
âShe is. In their eyes at least. By having her around causing problems for us, sheâs nothing but a thorn in their side that they should remove. If she had dated one of us and eventually broke up, it would cause an awkwardness and riff between guys especially if it ended on a bad note and BigHit won't stand for it. You know how important this job is for her, right?â
They stared at each other for a long while, both unrelenting in silence. You all waited with bated breath, Namjoon was the only one who could diffuse the situation and if he fails, then who else could possibly calm the maknae down?
Turning to the clock, you bit your lip at the time.
It was nearing Jungkook's actual birthday, three minutes short before both hands ticked to twelve.
Which meant it would have to start during the denouement of an argument. The thought planting discomfort in your stomach. Such a happy celebration shouldn't be welcomed like this.
In the midst of raised voices and pointing fingers, Taehyung has completely sobered up from where he sat between Jiminâs thighs, staring beady eyed at the situation in his friendâs arms. Sensing your gaze, he turned to you with a sheepish, apologetic smile when Jungkook's heavy sigh broke through the silence.
His head fell to his chest as Namjoon removed his hands from his shoulders yet his eyes remained on their youngestâs hunched form.
âYou get what we're trying to say now, do you?â
âY-yeahâŚâ
âAnything you want to say, gguk?â Namjoon was talking to him like he was a kindergarten teacher and you both were kids who fought on the sandbox for the shovel, warm and understanding but the disappointment in his tone is clear as day.
Jungkook doesn't reply but he shoots up to his feet, surprising Hoseok next to you, with eyes still trained on the floor.
When he did look up to meet your gaze, it was brief and cut off by a deep bow. You reached your hands out, trying to stop him from doing so but Yoongi took one of your hands and pinned them down between his and your thighs.
Jungkook never had to bow for you and it felt wrong seeing him bent down to apologize.
âI-Iâm sorry noona, Iââ He trails off.
In his speechlessness in a room full of people whoâwhile understanding where he comes fromâstood behind you, he clams up and then in a flash, heâs gone, bolting from the living room and skipping up the stairs. The sound of his heavy footfalls echoing like the clock ticking down to his birthday.
The argument has been dissolved, yet it left a bitter taste on your tongue, it made you feel queasy having everyone back you up without reprimanding you as well. It was true, what Jungkook said.Â
Weren't you practically leading them on by not choosing anyone? No matter how unintentional it must be, if he thinks that way then maybe everyone else in the group does, just silently.
You turned to the clock again. A minute closer to the next day.
Frustration made you want to pull your hair out but the long, lithe fingers that have entangled with yours in the middle of it all, forbade you from doing so. As if he could hear the internal debate between logic and emotions, Yoongi gave you a comforting squeeze.
But it didn't feel right, you shouldn't be sitting on your ass while Jungkook blamed himself for expressing his own opinion, sure it was a bit aggressive but you understood his frustration.
âJungkook!â You called out, rising to your feet to follow him when Yoongi tightened his hold on your wrist and shook his head.
âHe needs time to process, leave him be.â
Yet despite this, you shrugged his hold off and followed the youngestâs heavy footfalls upstairs and presumably into his room. You caught onto him in the hallway, with the door to his room opened and half of his body already inside.
âJungkook, let us talk.â
âI-I don't want to see you right now, noona please.â
The desperation to correct the wrongs gives you a short burst of energy and you catch his wrist.
âJungkook please, Iââ
You heard the joyful chime of the clock downstairs before you heard the sweet jingles of bells.
Then you felt it.
Electric jolts shoot up from your connected hands, waking every cell and your mind awake and you almost keel over from the wave of relieving warmth washing over your body. Thereâs now a low hum accompanying the bells chiming in the background, the soft harmony between them sending shivers down your spine.Â
You've thought of first meetings like those scenes in Hollywood movies where a kaleidoscope of colors explodes behind your eyelids, like fireworks celebrating the precious moment where the protagonists finally meet and fireworks shoot up to the sky. They talked of a brief moment of reprieve from reality, the world slowing down and feeling the most calmed you've ever been with your soulmate in hand.
Like your soul finally recognizing its pair and suddenly, everyone became a blur in the background.
Yet when you stared back at Jungkook's mirrored astonishment, your stomach bottomed out.
Because no way in hell, after all this time, you're soulmates.
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open heart - yu jimin
(valentine's day special)
genre; smut, fluff, gets cheesy at times
pairing; g!p karina x female reader
content; age gap (jimin is older), rough sex, hair pulling, praising, degrading names (?), fingering (reader receiving), p in v :D, think i forgot something
synopsis; jimin had never been the romantic type, but she wanted to try and make valentine's day work out despite how much work she and her girlfriend had because working at a hospital meant being on call 24/7. however to her luck, nothing unfortunately went as planned right from the morning because of simple misunderstandings and she ended up raking her brain for how to fix everything
wc; 12k+
masterlist.
a/n: im no doctor peeps, i just occasionally watch grey's anatomy so if anything is not correct medically that's not on me
It was enough that they were busy, that they didnât have time for dates, and when they did they were already tired after working nonstop for hours. Night shifts, day shifts, working overtime, working for 12 hours a day if not 16 or 24. Being on call 24/7 as in literally because they were always on call.
That couldnât be enough stress.
Y/nâs day got even worse as she stood in the patient's room, at 7:30 am, fully changed into her dull light blue scrubs and the white lab coat like every other intern in the room. She was exhausted, not because she was tired, but because of how her morning had started.Â
The whole reason why she was doing her best to avoid Jiminâs eyes who stood on the opposite end of the bed as they were doing rounds. It was obvious enough, so obvious that she sucked air through her teeth and shot her fellow intern and friend over the time sheâs worked there, Yunjin a glance when she nudged Y/n. She tried to get Y/nâs attention, curious about what had happened, the two pushing each otherâs hands until Y/n gripped the red heads hand to keep it in place because it was starting to make their other attending doctor look their way all while Minjeong spokeâY/n standing in the middle of the two.Â
âMrs Lee has a history of heart disease and multiple surgeriesââ Minjeong who was yet another intern and friend with the two started.Â
The two attending doctors consisted of Yu Jimin, head of cardiothoracic surgery and the general surgeon Miyawaki Sakura. Both of them were listening yet Jiminâs eyes were not on her patient, but on the intern, the one who she was a boss to in the workplace.Â
âIn for a beating heart quadruple C.A.B.G.â She finished explaining as they all stood around the older woman who lay in the hospital bed.Â
âOn Valentineâs Day.â Mark chuckled, it was enough to make all heads turn to the male intern who got nudged by Taeyong at the comment he made. âSorry.â He apologised, and Sakura sighed as she was responsible for the interns. There was one thing for sure, this was the best yet the most difficult batch to keep in check as they were all talented interns with passions and a thing for doing things their way at times.Â
Not to mention with a thing for other forbidden things too.
Jimin cleared her throat, and her stare fell back on Y/n who tried to avoid it, but it didnât seem to work. Theâtechnicallyâheart doctor had other plans.Â
âWhy keep the heart beating doctor Y/l/n?â In the end, the girl was the most talented intern out of all.Â
Y/n forced a smile towards the older woman, hands in the pockets of her lab coat to avoid any more nudges from her friends. The two girls on each side of her looked at Y/n, eyes subtly glancing between the two. This time Y/n met eyes with the doctor who gave a small nod for the girl to talk.Â
âScar tissue is too deepââ The girl started, glancing at the older woman in the bed. Y/n knew very well why Jimin asked her. Whoever answered got to be on the case and Y/n knew that she couldnât say no even if the rest knew the answer too. It would make her look bad and Jimin too if she lied and said that she didnât know. It was a prestigious hospital. The last thing anyone wanted to hear was a doctor or intern saying that they didnât know something. Of course, she would trap her just to talk because Y/n was good at avoiding someone if she wanted to. âThe heart is too weak to start up again, so you only immobilise the portion youâre working on and you leave the rest of the heart on its own.âÂ
âWelcome to the case, Y/l/n.â Was all that Jimin said as she closed the thick patient file, making Y/n purse her lips as it got extended over the bed and with no other choice she took it.Â
[A few hours earlier]
âWhy are you still angry?â Jimin asked, trying her best to understand why the girl in the passenger seat was still pissed. She knew Y/n, and she knew how she acted when she was angry. The intern would ignore her, give her the cold shoulder, and if it got too much she would speak up because she always had something to say so giving her the cold shoulder was difficult.Â
âWhat do you expect me to be, Jimin?â Y/n at last spoke up, looking out the window as they were driving through the early morning of Seoul. It was cold, but in February it gradually started to get better and the snow wasnât present anymore. That didnât mean that the mornings werenât even more difficult because the last thing anyone wanted was to get up at 5:30 am, to get out of a warm bed and get out into the cold.
That was probably the worst part of the day, usuallyâY/n was quite sure that the whole day was ruined for her because of Jimin. They never fought, it always worked out with small bickering here and there, but this was where Y/n drew the line at what was acceptable. It was enough that they were keeping their relationship secretâaside from Y/nâs friends knowingâa doctor dating an intern who worked under her would not look good for either of them. The last thing they needed to be accused of was favouritism or anything along those lines.Â
The only reason why Y/n got picked so often was because of how skilful she was, not because Jimin and she were dating. Â
âNot this angry?â Jimin unsurely questioned, her eyes glancing between Y/n and the road as they were in her car. The younger had spent the night with her at her apartment since Y/n lived with roommatesâYunjin and Minjeongâthe doctor also lived closer to the hospital. All she wanted to do was turn back time to the morning when her alarm clock went off and prevent the fight from happening when they were still lying under the covers naked after the previous night. Â
Jimin wasnât the biggest romantic, matter fact she was terrible at extraordinary romantic gestures. Valentineâs Day had just started and she had already managed to mess up. Â
She scratched at the back of her head, trying to figure out what she could even do if they both worked a 24-hour shift all while Y/n was talking. The doctor was listening though, she knew how to think and listen at the same time.Â
âWeâve been together for almost five months and youâre still texting with your ex?â
Jimin knew she messed up, but it wasnât for the reasons that Y/n thought that she messed up. She didnât have any time to defend herself because there was more than just texting.Â
âNot to mention, you never mentioned that your ex is working in the department next to ours.â
It all just started to pile up more and more and Jimin had a hard time gathering her words as she didnât want to say the wrong thing. She never thought that it would matter since it was her ex, but maybe she hadnât thought far enough. Far enough to think that it would ever come up somehow. Now it had and she realised that she had dug her own grave.
She had to explain why she was texting her ex all while trying to figure out what she could do for Y/n on Valentineâs Day.Â
âWhat does it matter if I am with you and love you?â Was the best she could say because the intern in the car with her had stolen her heart. It was as if Y/n had laid her down on that operating table, cut her open and taken her heart out while Jimin was under anaesthesia because she had no clue when it even happened.Â
âWhat does it matter? It matters if youâre still hung up on her.âÂ
The car came to a stop as she parked in her spot outside the biggest hospital in Seoul. The doctor turned in her seat and looked at the younger girl. Y/n looked right back at Jimin who looked at her in disbelief, but at the same time, she did her best to understand why Y/n would think that. She knew that she wouldnât be too fond of Y/n texting with her ex.Â
âI am not.â
Y/n rolled her eyes at that and unbuckled the belt. âThen why is she in your contacts?â She questioned, grabbing her things before opening the door. Jimin quickly tried her best to hurry up and get out of her seatbelt while trying to stop the girl from walking out on her this angry.Â
âY/n youâreââ Jimin groaned as the belt had to get jammed as she continued to pull on it.Â
A cold wave brushed along her skin and hit her even harder when the door to her car slammed closed and she gave up on trying to undo her belt. The woman heaved a sigh and leaned back in the seat, watching her girlfriend walk ahead and meet in the middle with the batch of interns she was close with.Â
It would be a long 24-hour shift.
[Present]
Jimin did her best to focus on the elderly woman whose heart she would be operating while Y/n was in the room with her. Her eyes kept glancing between the stethoscope she was using on Mrs Leeâs back and Y/n who was moving around and organising the rest of the stuff. All while informing the woman of how extensive the operation would be, making sure she knew the risks.Â
She was wondering why she was never informed of the risks of falling for an intern like Y/n.Â
The girl was too much for her poor heart.
âWeâll get you to the O.R. this afternoon,â Jimin concluded, removing the stethoscope and helping the woman lean back down before putting it around her shoulder. She could feel Y/nâs presence right behind her, looking over her shoulder. âYou do understand the risks?â She asked to make sure, her eyes looking between Mrs Lee and her husband who sat in the chair in the corner of the room. It made her wonder how they felt on a day like this because she was feeling quite forlorn at the moment.Â
Y/n was stubborn.Â
âIâll check back later,â Jimin informed Mrs Lee after getting the answer she needed. The doctor did not have time to grab the patient file when Y/n already had it. With one last polite smile, she quickly caught up to the intern who had just stepped out of the room.Â
âY/n, can we talk?â She questioned, her hand gently wrapping around the girlâs forearm as she stopped her and pulled her to the side right outside the room. It was hard to talk in the crowded area as they were constantly passed by nurses, interns, and doctors. Gossip spread like butter on a toast in the hospital.Â
âIf itâs about the patient, then go ahead Doctor Yu.â Â
Now the last name came to play and so Jimin knew that it would take a lot more to get Y/n to listen to her. Or maybe the best thing to do was to let her blow off steam as it had only been a few hours since she snapped in the car.Â
âTake her for a thallium scan and pick up her x-rays on the way.â
However, she just wanted to try and get a word in, to test the waters and see if Y/n was willing to forgive her for this. Her grip stayed when Y/n was about to walk. The girl who was just an inch taller stopped and the two looked at each other. Y/nâs features were soft yet they could come off sharp, especially her eyes and Jimin always got lost in her. It was enough to let her know that she had no room for mistakes. There were hearts at stake here, but she was quite sure that this wouldnât cause any hearts to break.
Love was somehow more difficult than any open-heart operation she had ever performed. Â
The noise of the hospital was almost deafening as so much was going on around them yet there was still that calm and silence among them because it was a hospital. The white almost blinding interior with the faint sound of machines smelled of antiseptic and it was a scent that brought comfort to the both of them because of how much time they spent at work. It was almost as comforting as listening to the beating of each otherâs hearts and dwelling in the scent of one another, but even that scent would mix with the hospitals after being in it for hours.Â
âShe and I textedââÂ
It was as if the only thing on her side today was despair and luck had thrown itself out the window on the highest floor in the hospital and splattered into a puddle with no one there to save it. Was there something she could do right today? It was enough that she sucked at romantic gestures yet still wanted to do something for Y/n, but when she wanted to try the world was opposing the idea.Â
âDoctor Yu, intern Y/l/nââ Y/n looked away from Jimin whose grip slipped away from her arm and at the woman whom she couldnât be mad at because Jimin was the one who wasnât supposed to be texting her. She couldnât be angry at the doctor who approached them. The intern smiled at her, politely bowing her head while Jimin kept her crumbling composure as she looked at her ex.Â
âCan I borrow Doctor Yu for a second?â The woman questioned. Jimin looked between Y/n and the paediatrician from the department next to theirs. All she got from Y/n was a smile, her eyes sparkling in the fluorescent yet dull light of the hospital.Â
âSheâs all yours, Doctor Yizhuo.âÂ
And so Y/n left Jimin once again who watched the girl disappear after taking a turn, her eyes falling onto the woman in front of her.Â
âRepairing hearts on Valentineâs Day when you should start with your own.âÂ
âPlease shut up.â Y/n politely said as she sat down at the round table in the staff canteen, placing the tray with food down. Minjeong sucked air through her teeth as Yunjin chuckled. Despite being on Jiminâs case Y/n had been taking care of Mrs Lee alone and only talked to the doctor when it was needed, strictly work-related as she tried to give her the cold shoulder.Â
It was lunch break at last and soon she would be in the operating room, doing an open heart surgery by Jiminâs side. The head of cardiothoracic surgery. She knew that the doctor had something to say, but she first needed to phantom the fact that she had been with Jimin for almost five months and suddenly she was texting her ex. Why would she never tell her that her ex was a woman she met every day and at times worked with together?Â
âWhy are you avoiding Doctor Heart Snatcher?â She rolled her eyes at Yunjinâs wordsânickname coming from her field and looksâ the two guys looked at them as everyone wanted an answer as to why Y/n was avoiding Jimin. Not only that but why the heart doctorâs lingering gaze lingered more than usual. It was almost filled with longing despite the two being in the same room. It was difficult to look at for them.
âSheâs texting with her ex,â Y/n grumbled, using the chopsticks to play around with the food on her tray as she could barely eat from the bitterness that covered her heart. It was causing her heart to twist at the sour bitterness that got caused by being away from each other. Yet she couldnât bring herself to mend it by simply going to the person who was an expert when it came to hearts. In a few hours, she had to be in the O.R. and would be stuck in that room with Jimin for six hours if not more.Â
âWhat?â Mark was the one to exclaim first, pushing his tray forward and resting his elbows on the table to lean closer to the girl who sat opposite him.Â
âAre you serious?â Yunjin asked next, looking at Y/n with her head tilted.Â
âYes she still has her ex in her contacts andâŚâ Y/n trailed off, still baffled by the fact that she had even worked with Jiminâs ex without knowing it. It wasnât like she would let it get in the way because she was professional at work, but she would have felt less of a fool if she had known. It was almost embarrassing to admit.
âAnd?â Taeyong asked.
âShe works here,â her voice withered as she said it in a whisper. Minjeong offered her comfort by patting her thigh before going back to eat her food. âTold you it was a bad idea to date Doctor Heart Snatcher.â She mumbled and Y/n dismissed her as she grabbed the water bottle, unscrewing it. The vixen frowned. This wasnât enough to make her doubt Jimin was it? Has it been a bad idea to date her?
âIf she knows how to fix a heart she surely knows how to break it too,â Mark commented.
âShe hasnât broken my heartââ Y/n cleared the air as they made it sound like they were going through a break-up when all she was doing was taking some time to process it. âIâm just pissed she didnât tell me and that she is texting her for whatever reason.â The longer that she thought about it the better it would be to hear the reason why. Maybe she had been a bit too impulsive with her accusations and should have listened to Jimin first. At the same time, she was too stubborn to let her ego down and ask after avoiding listening to her in the first place.Â
âWho is it though?â Taeyong questioned and Y/n subtly glanced around. The canteen was busy with staff members who had their breaks, everyone eating together and chatting. Natural light was cast through the big windows and this was one of the few places that wasnât as dull because of the eye-hurting fluorescent lights. It was always busy, but not with people running because their pagers went off or pushing patients through the halls. Shoes didnât squeak as loud because it all got muffled by the people who were talking.Â
The scent of antiseptics wasnât present either and that was what stole comfort from this place for Y/n.Â
âIâm not telling.â She knew that it wasnât her place to reveal her girlfriendâs past and private relationships to anyone even if they were her friends. It was enough that they knew about their relationship even if they had been hiding it for the first few months until Yunjin walked in on them about to remove each otherâs clothes after forgetting to lock the on-call room. Luckily enough it was Yunjin and not someone else who could get them in troubleâsuch as any envious workers or Jiminâs boss who did not tolerate doctors dating first-year interns.Â
âI bet itâs that nurse Aeri, theyâre so close.â Yunjin started to guess as Y/n ignored what they were saying, trying to eat some of the food to be able to stand in the O.R. for six hours.Â
âWhy would she be close with her ex?âÂ
âWell, sheâs texting her so theyâre still close.â
âTexting and talking face to face is different.âÂ
âNot when itâs your ex.â
âWhat if itâs Doctor Miyawaki?âÂ
âThat would be even worse.â
âDo you guys not have your own private lives to worry about? As far as I remember neither of you have any plans for Valentineâs Day and thatâs why you all took the 24-hour shift.â The intern finally came back into the conversation that died down right after she finished her words.Â
âIâd say something, but Doctor Heart Snatcher is on her way here.â Y/n looked up from her tray and looked to her right where Yunjin was and looking past the girl she spotted Jimin. No matter how pissed she was, there was no room in her to deny how attractive her Heart Snatcher actually was in her navy blue scrubs, white lab coat, her black hair up in a ponytail, and her eyes always on Y/n.
This was the same woman who she would stand with for six hours in the O.R. and both of them loved their job enough to not get distracted by each other. It was yet another thing Y/n loved about Jimin, the fact that she managed to learn so much from her and how work and relationship-oriented she was and made it work out with this demanding job.
She made it so much harder to avoid her and before Y/n knew it the woman was by their table, hands in the pockets of her white coat, the nameplate pinned right over her right breast by the small pocket with a blue ballpoint pen.Â
âY/l/n could we talk for a second?â Jimin asked, clearing her throat as their eyes were on her as she stood by the edge of the table where Yunjin was. Her eyes scanned over no one else but Y/n who opened her mouth, making the doctor wait in anticipation. The intern was only in her scrubs now, her hair clipped back with her wispy bangs gently falling over her face. Jimin didnât even want to look at anyone else.Â
âOhââ Y/n let out surprised, pushing her tray forward and planting her hands against the table. âOh, thatâs my pager, Iâm sorry Doctor Yu, I have to prioritise the patients.â The intern excused, pushing herself up from the chair as she bowed at her boss to be polite. Jimin felt even more confused and she watched the girl walk away with a slight job, still sure that she did not hear her pager go off at all. It was somewhat humiliating, but she probably deserved it. She heaved a sigh and looked down at the rest to see Minjeong suppress the snicker with a cough.Â
âWas I the only one who didnât hear her pager go off?â She questioned them as she removed her one hand from the pocket and rubbed the back of her neck, she looked where Y/n was to see the girl walk out of the canteen.Â
âNope, I 100% heard itâŚâ Yunjin said, looking up at the doctor.Â
âYeah, it went off,â Minjeong confirmed and Jimin looked back down at them with her lips pursed.Â
âKind of loud in here so you probably didnât catch it,â Mark added.Â
âExactly.â And Taeyong finished.Â
She knew that she had run off because she felt stupid for not listening to Jimin the first time she tried to explain it. It was one of the causes and now more doubt had grown in her from hearing her coworkers talk about it. The perspective only got worse as she walked to the changing room that they all shared. It was empty and her pager never went off. She not only was texting, but talking, however, they worked together at times so they obviously would talk face to face.Â
Y/n knew that she had no reason to be insecure.Â
With a sigh, she opened her locker and stopped from reaching for her phone when the little pink sticky note caught her eye as it was stuck right to the locker door on the inside. She had no lock on her locker, no one did since everyone knew each other well enough to know that no one would steal anything. It was the first time she had any notes stuck on the inside of her door though.Â
The girl licked her lips and took it down to read what the blue letters said.
Our hearts are a muscular pump, thatâs why exercise is so good, but just one look at you and mine gets the exercise it needs.Â
She didnât know what to think, but the thought of it being Jimin to leave it there made her suppress a smile. Y/n couldnât be sure though because the woman never said things like these and she might as well be smiling over a note that someone else left because there were a few other interns interested in the girl. Jimin wasnât romantic, she had her ways of showing love, but they never came this way. The intern folded it and stuffed it into her jacketâs pocket so she could ask her girlfriend if she was the one behind it.Â
Y/n didnât expect a next time, but the next time she did stumble upon a note was when she went back to Mrs Lee to take her vitals and she opened the patient files. Soon enough she had the open heart operation she would get to watch Jimin perform as she would help. It did let her narrow it down to who it could be but she was doubting that the male nurse was leaving the notes since he wasnât supposed to be in the intern's locker room and neither was Jimin, but still.Â
She bit her lower lip and glanced up from the file at the woman with her husband, red roses standing by her bed with a card. Y/n had never been big on these things, but she realised that maybe she was if just a note made her feel a bit giddier because of Jimin than she usually got. The words were so cheesy, but somehow that made it even better.Â
The reason why my heart receives blood that is low on oxygen is because you always steal my breath.
It was melting the facade Y/n had tried to keep the whole day just to show how pissed she was, but Jimin made it impossible. It was impossible to stay mad at her girlfriend because with each second that passed in the operating room, Y/n realised how good of a girlfriend Jimin was.Â
The intern stayed focused on the task at hand just like everyone else did. Somewhere between those blurry lines between focus and daydreaming, she found herself staring at the beating heart.Â
She knew that love wasnât connected to the heart, all emotions were regulated in the brain. However, the only thing she realised whenever she was in a room with Jimin was the way the doctor made her heart beat faster. It was the sole reason why love was associated with the heart. The heart spoke for love and no one listened to their head when it came to love. Despite the brain regulating these emotions, it was the heart that let her know that it was Jimin who hit the bell and made her heart ring.Â
The only time she did notice her heartbeat was with Jimin because she made it pick up its pace.Â
The heart they were operating was right in the open and partially numb but beating and somewhere along those lines was how they made each other feel. They numbed everything around them, leaving their hearts right in the open for the other to reach for it and nestle inside of it.Â
âMrs Lee is doing well.â The doctor commented, making Y/n lean in slightly closer to Jimin to get a better look at the beating muscle as they stood shoulder to shoulder with each other. The intern was taking care of the suction and the operation was coming to an end, making the rest strike up small conversations.
âDid you know that the heart can beat even when itâs disconnected from the body?â Jimin mumbled, making Y/n subtly glance at her for a split second before looking right back down. Y/n knowingly hummed at the words, wondering what Jimin was trying to reach since these were random facts and nothing new she was learning.Â
âThatâs why mine is still beating.â
âWhat?â The vixen questioned, her eyebrows furrowing at the words that confused her.Â
âItâs in your hands.âÂ
Y/n widened her eyes at the bold words Jimin said out loud and only confirmed that she was the culprit behind the notes. It was bold, not because she said them, but because she said those words while everyone stood in the theatre above and could hear them talking. Was this some kind of statement? Was she trying to prove something? Maybe Y/n was reading too much into it, but Jimin barely referred to her as Y/n when someone else was around just to not get caught.Â
âDoctorââ The girl tried, unsure of where Jimin was heading with this because if this was a statement Y/n was getting flustered. Suddenly she felt worried that Jiminâs boss was possibly up there watching them and was hearing this. It would get them both in trouble. However, she did not get to stop her because the doctor had other plans.Â
âThere are four chambers in the heart, each holds about 70 ml of bloodâalthough each one of mine is filled with you.â Y/nâs eyes glanced at Jimin again, but quickly went back down to the heart that was beating steadily compared to the wild horses in her chest. The doctor looked mostly unaffected but that wasnât weird since she was supposed to be composed under pressure. Y/n knew how to take pressure without letting her knees buckle, but Jimin truly made hers weak in a way no one else did.Â
The words were so cheesy and it only made it worse, especially if everyone else was hearing them.Â
It burned her ears and she wanted to hide.
Y/n barely had time to register that the operation was successful and had ended by the thoughts racing in her head. However, Jimin stepped back, holding out her hands as they pulled off the thick gloves she had been using to operate. There was no time to ask questions now as everyone was praising the other, saying âgood jobâ because it was a team effort in the end. The vixen removed her single-use gloves and threw them in the trash as she undid her mask and took it off after walking towards the exit.Â
Finally, Jiminâs eyes met her, those brown eyes were so much more intense now and Y/n wanted to hear every little thought that was behind them, especially the reason behind this. The two of them walked out of the room where they just had to stitch the woman up.Â
âWhat was all that about?â She questioned in genuine confusion, unsure if her tone was harsh or just confused. Her hand reached for the surgical cap and she removed it while the older woman was already washing her hands in the big sink as they were the only ones in the scrub room. Jimin only hummed back with just as much confusion, and now it was coming off as a confusing game to Y/n. Was the doctor messing with her? Or was all this genuine?Â
Jimin wasnât cruel to mess with her this way.Â
âWhy were you saying all that in front of everyone?â
âYou didnât like what I said?â Jimin confusedly asked and looked to the side where Y/n stood and washed her hands. Her eyes lingered on the girl who was staring down at the water that was running down the drain. The question made her look up though and she shook her head with a frown as it wasnât what she meant.Â
âThatâs notâ thatâs not what I meant.â She didnât have the cheesy lines in mind, but the fact that they were said in front of everyone else. In the next hour, it would be known around the whole hospital that there was something between them. Gossip was always working its 24/7 shift at the place without any breaks.Â
âThen it doesnât matter.â She concluded, turning off the faucet and flicking her fingers to rid of the excess water before reaching for the paper towels in the soundless room.
It truly felt like some little game to Y/n now. Was Jimin fooling around now? If so Y/n wanted her to admit to it now.Â
âWhat doesnât matter?â
The intern turned off her faucet, grabbing the paper towels she got handed by the doctor who removed her surgical cap. She shrugged at Y/nâs question and reached over to the girl who almost flinched away at the intimate touch when Jimin brushed a hair strand away from her face. It wasnât intimate on that level, but it was when the door from the operating room opened and the rest were starting to walk inside.Â
âIf everyone heard it. If you liked it then it doesnât matter.â She gave Y/n a small smile, hand dropping down and giving the youngerâs shoulder a light squeeze before she passed her. Y/n turned on her heels, following out right after her though. The area was empty as people only walked by occasionally and at the corner of her eye she could see Minjeong and Yunjin waiting at the top of the stairs, trying to stay out of sight to listen in on the two. Doing a poor job at staying subtle at all because even Jimin glanced at them.Â
âJiminâhold on, you canât just walk away without finishing this.â This time Y/n was the one to grab the womanâs hand that was warm to the touch and Jimin grabbed hold of the girlâs hand. She squeezed her before letting go as she turned to look at Y/n. There was something about the soft smile on her lips, but it wasnât enough for Y/n to figure it out. She needed more, but she wasnât getting more.Â
âSorry, I have to get going, I have something important to do.â
âWhat is more important than our relationship right now?â Y/n seriously questioned only to not get an answer as the doctor walked away without another word. There was no way the intern was going to chase after the doctor who seemed in a rush.Â
Was she getting back at her?
Was this really how her Valentineâs Day would look like? Despite the anger she had felt before, she was longing for Jimin.Â
She looked towards the stairs to see Yunjin and Minjeong quickly walking down them and it made Y/n start walking away from them. It wasnât a second before they caught up to her, hooking their arms with hers to make her walk with them.Â
âThere are four chambers in my heartââ Yunjin started with a sigh, leaning into the intern. âEach filled with you.â Minjeong finished with another sigh.Â
âWho was up there?â Y/n questioned instead, ignoring the teasing and how they repeated the words that had come from Jimin.Â
âHonestly, Doctor Kim was there, and a bunch of interns.â Doctor Kim who specialised in neurology was another Doctor whom they worked with just like they did with Jimin. It made Y/n suck air through her teeth as she knew how much stricter Kim Chaewon was compared to Jimin.Â
âWhat if she tells the Chief?â Y/n knew about the two competing surgeons as both wanted to be the next chief of surgery. This could ruin Jiminâs chances and Y/n was now drowning in worry and a twinge of anger at how careless the heart doctor was.Â
âThen you will most likely get in trouble.â Yunjin deadpanned, receiving a look from Y/n and Minjeong at how much worse it made everything. The girl was already aware of how they could get in trouble. They had been secretive about it for a reason. It wasnât like it was forbidden, but the chief of surgery would deem it unprofessional and have his doubts about giving the position to Jimin next.Â
âI just need a snack and then I am taking a nap.â Y/n declared as she slipped her arms out of the two girlâs hold and stopped at the vending machine. The two leaned on each side of the vending machine, keeping the conversation going as they looked at Y/n who looked like she was in a huge dilemma.Â
The vixen was worried about what could happen now. She knew Doctor Kim could bite just for it to sting and hurt because she would do everything to become the next chief. She could be cruel.Â
Did that mean she would have to break up with Jimin? Or Jimin with her. For the security of her spot as the next chief.Â
âOh, Doctor Heart Snatcher has you in the mood for a snack?â Yunjin teased to lighten the mood she by accident had made worse. Y/n glanced at the redhead who shot her eyebrows up in a suggestive manner as she looked her up and down while doing so. All it took was for the intern to walk in on them making out once and all hell let loose because she made Y/n look like a sex addictâwhich she was not, if anything she blamed Jimin.Â
Minjeong seemed to get a different memo by the words as she leaned closer to Y/n with her shoulder holding her up against the vending machine as Y/n crouched down to get her stuff.Â
âAre you pregnant?â She asked in a whisper and Y/n glanced up at her in silence while getting the bun from the slot.Â
âThat is not what she meant by that, Minjeong.âÂ
It left the girl thinking for a bit as Y/n stood up, now the two taller girls stood and watched Minjeong piece it together. âOhâŚOh! Oh, that kind of snack.â She exclaimed, realising that it held a dirty meaning and not pregnancy cravings.Â
âYeah, but the snack that I mean is a bun and then sleep since Doctor Yu seemingly is ignoring me now after ruining our future together,â Y/n explained as she showed the pack she had picked up before walking away from the two to head to the lockers and get her phone before heading to the on-call room.Â
âAlready thinking about a future together.â Yunjin snorted as she pushed herself up to use the vending machine.Â
âYouâre just jealous no one asked you out for Valentineâs Day.âÂ
âWeâre in the same shoes.âÂ
âSpeak for yourself, Iâm not on the 24-hour shift, matter fact I am heading out right now because I have dinner plans.â Minjeong smugly said as she started to walk away.
âDinner with your mum does not count.âÂ
âShut up, at least I got asked for dinner by someone.â
Y/n grumbled under her breath, the pack with the bun between her teeth as she was busy with her phone while walking. The walk to the locker and then to the on-call room took an extra ten minutes because she had to speak to Mrs Lee's husband and tell him about her procedure. Jimin would usually do so, but she had disappeared into thin air and left it for Y/n to handle.
The text was for Jimin, hoping she had her phone on her to answer because Y/n knew she was on a break after the 12-hour shift they had worked. All they were to do now was be on call while resting and they would be called in during the next 12 hours. Y/n knew that soon enough her break would be over, she gave it an hour, a chance of a bit more. She needed more because she needed to talk to Jimin.Â
She opened the door and was just about to send the text, but was stopped by the voice.Â
âFinally, Doctor Y/l/n.â The voice startled Y/n who looked up, quickly catching the bun that fell from between her lips.��
âJimin,â Y/n exclaimed somewhere between annoyed and still startled by the unexpected guest yet one she had hoped for. She turned off her phone and stepped inside fully as she closed and locked the door after her. Her eyes landed on the doctor who was in only her scrubs now, her hair down as she sat at the edge of the twin-sized bed.Â
âCome here.â She gestured, holding her hand out and Y/n raised her eyebrows. She hesitated, especially after what had happened between them a good 30 minutes ago. Jimin gave her a nod of reassurance and motioned with her fingers for Y/n to walk over to her. It was all it took for Y/n to push herself up from the door, placing her stuff down on the table on the way before taking hold of Jiminâs hand.Â
The woman pulled Y/n over to her and pulled her until she had the girl in her lap, straddling her. âAre you going to say something cheesy and run off again?â Jimin chuckled, looking up at Y/n, her one hand caressed along the girl's thigh while the other reached up to her. She reached her hand over to the back of Y/nâs hair and took out the hair clamp, letting her hair fall loosely over her shoulders while putting the clamp aside.
âDo you want me to say something cheesy again?â She questioned, her hand ran to Y/nâs hip as she pulled the girl even closer to her, making the latter grab hold of her shoulder.Â
âYeah, but Iâd like to know what you were thinking and about what happened this morning. Some cheesy lines wonât make me forget.â It made the doctor hum, her hands gently roamed Y/nâs body, caressing and slowly finding their way under the shirt she had on to touch her waist. Their eye contact didnât falter for a second and it was then and there that they both realised their heartbeat that had picked up.Â
This was love, the brain may have registered it, but the heart felt it.Â
âOkay, I had to talk to the chief about something and do something else tooâŚâ Jimin trailed off, her eyes shifted away from Y/nâs this time. It made Y/n frown as she tilted her head, waiting for the woman to continue. She sighed and dropped her hands, fingers carefully playing with the material of Y/nâs scrubs as she licked her lips before she continued with her eyes back on Y/nâs.Â
âI talked to the chief aboutâwell, about us because itâs been almost five months and I thought it would only be fair for you and me if I talked to him about it instead of assuming that he would be truly against it.âÂ
âWhat?â Y/n asked, her eyes sporting a look of even more confusion and worry. There were only two possible ways for this to end and she only wanted one of them, but it felt like the one she didnât want had a stronger chance of being true.Â
âWait, donât worryâŚHe was just a bit disappointed that I am in a relationship with a first-year intern, but somewhere along the lines he understood that it doesnât interrupt our professionalism.âÂ
âSo, itâs fine?â Y/n asked to clarify, feeling the weight untie itself from around her heart as she caressed Jiminâs warm neck. Her fingers gently traced her skin, feeling the faint goosebumps and shivers that came from the older one. Jimin held onto Y/nâs forearms as Y/n intertwined her fingers behind the doctor's neck who nodded.
The girl had been right, Jimin was trying to make a statement even if it was reckless since she did it before talking to the chief.Â
âI hope you can listen to me now without slamming a door closed in my face.â The intern rolled her eyes at the words as she hadnât given Jimin a chance to speak earlier. It seemed like the perfect opportunity had been created because they were both still dwelling on the fact that their relationship didnât have to be a secret. âNo interrupting either.â Y/n nodded, giving in as Jiminâs thumbs softly caressed the skin of her forearms.Â
âI donât even have small remnants of feelings left for her as it never was serious and that was why it ended. Itâs always work-related because if you had taken your time to check you would see that she was asking for my work number because of an upcoming operation and while at it she only asked how everything was going in my department and it ended after I replied.â
Feeling stupid was an understatement.Â
It made Y/n clear her throat and glance away, Jimin trying to find the girlâs pretty eyes because she always liked having eye contact with Y/n. The girl kept avoiding eye contact and it drove Jimin to reach for her jaw and make her look at her.Â
âSee, baby, it wasnât as serious as you thought it was, but maybe if you had listened to me you would have spared yourself some nerves.â There was that tone that made Y/nâs facade crumble and melt right into Jimin.Â
âOkayâŚMaybe I did react a bit quick, but you donât expect your girlfriend to text with their ex and so it just came with a shock with no time to think.â Y/n tried to explain, doing her best not to melt into a puddle right away and hold herself a bit longer even if the ice was melting because of the warmth of Jimin.
âAnd Iâm sorry, I shouldâve said something sooner.â It made Y/n lean in, Jimin moving her hands to hold the girl's waist. Their lips met after a long day of itching to ease the loss of not being against each other. It was a simple kiss, coated in honey as Jimin held onto the girlâs waist.
âI forgive you,â Y/n mumbled and tried to kiss her again, but was stopped as the doctor turned her body and Y/n watched her reach over by the pillow. She chuckled at what she had missed when she got dragged into Jiminâs lap and the doctor turned back around.Â
âHappy Valentineâs Day.â Jimin knew that it wasnât much, yet the smile on Y/nâs plump lips let her know that it was more than enough when she accepted the brown fuzzy bear that was hugging a rose. The girl took it with both hands as she looked at the bear. Considering how busy they were, she knew that even getting a hold of a teddy bear was a great task and it only meant so much more to the girl.Â
âI also have another line for you.â
âYeah?â Y/n questioned and Jimin nodded.
âThere are three layers of the heart wall, you have broken down each of them and gotten to the middle in a way no one else ever hasââ This time the words were deeper, they werenât just some cheesy pickup line, but a confession that was growing deeper than love. It let Y/n know that Jimin loved her but did more than just love her, she trusted her as she had opened her heart to her. It wasnât easy, especially because of how they barely had lives outside the hospital, but yet here they were, making it work.Â
âYou seriously have, doll.âÂ
âI love you so much.â Y/n groaned and wrapped her arms around Jiminâs shoulders before attaching their lips again. This time the kiss picked up gradually when their lips parted and their tongues met in warmth and slickness. The doctor pushed her tongue against Y/nâs, pressing and tilting her head to get closer.Â
With ease, she manoeuvred them around and laid Y/n down on the bed who dropped the bear right beside her head as Jimin got between her legs. Their breathing grew deeper in the small on-call room, slowly heating it as the small ventilation wasnât enough to cool the heat their bodies produced when they were with each other. Especially when they were so close.Â
âI love you.â She barely managed to breathe out between their desperate breaths as she bunched up the pillow case in her fists. Y/n hummed, catching Jiminâs lips again, her legs wrapped around the womanâs waist, pulling her closer, close enough to feel her cock slowly growing hard against her heat. It was enough to make her groan and push closer into Y/n, her hips started to gyrate to get the much-needed friction that they both craved.Â
âFuck, Y/nââ She breathed out, the girl under her tugged onto the scrubs so she would remove them. The moment of passion only grew a fire that got bigger with each passing second of the shared intimacy. That moment when their hearts beat in sync and yearn for the other so much that itâs hard to hold back. âYou want my cock, donât youâŚMy good girl, my good slut wants my cock.â She breathed out, lips dragging over the intern's skin as she kissed down her jaw.
It did not matter, Jimin always did a 180 in the bed and wasnât just that sweet heart doctor, but someone who made Y/nâs thighs tremble and beg for more with some sweetness to her.Â
âSo bad, I want to be filled by you.âÂ
âI will fill you, fill you with my cock and âdump all my cum inside you. You like that donât you?âÂ
Her kisses trailed lower to Y/nâs neck, the kisses wet and tender, her teeth dragged along and she wrapped her lips around the thin skin. She could feel Y/nâs heavy pulse on her tongue as she gently sucked with her hard dick fully pressed against Y/nâs cunt. The girl under her pushed more into her, being able to feel the prominent bulge of Jiminâs cock right against her throbbing heat.
âI love it, I love every inch of you inside me and on me.â Y/n breathed out beside her ear, hands pulling Jiminâs navy blue shirt up along her back. She pulled away, sitting on her knees to take them off together with the one she had under, throwing them on the side of the bed. The younger sat up, the doctor not waiting as she grabbed the hem of Y/nâs light blue shirt and let it mix in with hers on the side.Â
Her hand reached into Y/nâs hair from behind and she gripped it, pulling the girl back to meet her eyes. The grip stung, Jimin pulling on Y/nâs silky strands of hair like she always liked to do and Y/n enjoyed. Her eyes landed on those glossy with passion and love eyes, she trailed down to her wet lips and she leaned back in, wanting Y/nâs tongue against hers.
The vixen kissed back, Jiminâs figure towered over her and her hand cupped her girlfriend through the blue scrubs where her cock was straining. It made the latter huff through her nose and close her eyes tighter while pushing her tongue against Y/nâs. The scalding cock was fully erect, making Y/n tug down on the pants to the second layer that were the boxer briefs.
âTouch it, touch every inch you want inside your slutty little pussy, Y/n, itâs all for you.â Her words were clouded, deep with the moment as Y/nâs fingers ghosted over the outline until she reached the tip that was leaking right through the grey boxers, leaving them stained with pre-cum. Y/nâs lips were left parted, panting against Jiminâs as they moved before she swallowed her whole again. She palmed the hard cock, feeling each inch that would be inside her.
Jimin let go of her hair and reached behind her, doing a quick job at swiftly undoing the bra. Y/n let it fall down her shoulders, and the latter sat back on her heels, eyes falling on the breasts that perfectly fit in her hands as she cupped one of them. The vixen let out a light moan, enough to make Jiminâs dick twitch at the sound. It made her grab Y/nâs petite waist to pull her into her and lean down, her mouth latching onto the plump breast as she held onto the girl who was back in her lap as she sat back.
Y/n pressed down her heat against Jiminâs, hips slowly moving with hands gripping onto the dark hair with the warm tongue coating her chest in saliva. It made Jimin whimper just like Y/n did, her cunt pressing down hard against the throbbing cock under her aching cunt when the doctor grazed her teeth over the hard nipple, gently tugging.Â
âYouâre my pretty whore, Y/n. Just mine.â If there was one thing she liked to do it was to remind Y/n of who exactly she belonged to. Her lips wrapped around the soft and warm flesh, sucking on it to leave her marks. It made Y/n moan, nails digging into Jiminâs shoulders and back to her shoulder blades as the girl wanted her closer, chest pressing into the teasing mouth that played with her nipples and marked her breast.Â
Jimin hummed, it came from the back of her throat and her grip tightened on Y/nâs waist with fingers digging into her skin as she tried to get her even closer. She loved wrapping her arms around the small waist or having her hands on it, pulling on Y/n like a doll. She helped her grind down against her hard cock, Y/n whimpering right by her ear as her clit pressed right against her tip with each stroke.Â
The younger could feel how damp her underwear was, her clit throbbed for Jiminâs touch, wanting nothing more than to be stretched out and have her girlfriend fuck her right into the bed. The wet sounds of Jiminâs mouth latching at her breast occupied the room together with their heavy breaths, the faint buzzing of the ventilation dead. One hand let go of her waist, the other still guiding her to continue grinding against the cock.Â
It made Y/n close her eyes when the doctor cupped her breast, her mouth still sucking on her skin. Thumb grazed over her nipple before Jimin moved and groped at her chest, feeling up Y/nâs body because she loved nothing more than exploring every inch before fucking her. It didnât matter if her cock felt like it would explode. She tugged on the nipples, gently nipping and twisting, it was enough to make Y/n squirm and whine, unsure if she wanted more or if it was too much.Â
âJiminââ She breathed out, the latter trailed her hand down from her waist and harshly groped at her ass. All she got in return was a grainy hum, too busy with the small chest that she enjoyed playing with so much. âI need your cock.â Y/n pleaded as it wasnât a want anymore, but a need. Her walls were clenching, waiting for that familiar stretch that would fill her to the brim and her grinding only got sloppier and harsher from how desperate she grew for her.Â
It was only then that she pulled away from Y/nâs chest, her lips swollen and wet. Her eyes fell on Y/nâs, seeing all the need in them, she could feel it from the way the girl was pressing against her, thighs squeezing, but nothing was happening. Y/n heaved at the intensity, Jiminâs hand coming right up to her throat as she grabbed hold of her and pulled her closer.Â
She could feel the thudding pulse under her fingertips, her parted lips brushed against Y/nâs parted ones. It made her lean back when the vixen tried to kiss her, it tugged at the corner of her lips at how much she needed her. To see Y/n need her this much turned her on further and her cock was aching to push right inside the confines of Y/nâs snug and warm pussy.Â
âAre you all wet and ready for me? Will you be able to take everything at once? I can only fuck my whore once she knows she will take everything without complaining.â The husk made Y/nâs skin crawl with warmth, thighs clenching as she was wet enough to take every inch. She didnât have time to think it through because her lips spoke before her brain thought in these moments of intimacy where all she could think with was her heart that in the end made the best decisions when it came to her love life.Â
She was with Jimin in the end.
With a hand still wrapped around her throat, Y/nâs hand reached for the other one that was gently kneading her breast. Jimin smiled as Y/n grabbed her wrist and she let the younger guide her hand. âI get so wet every time you touch me.â Y/n breathed out, guiding the hand past the hem of her scrubs before Jimin slipped it further down with Y/nâs nails dragging along her forearm.Â
It made the intern's breath subtly shudder at the fingers that ran over the damp underwear. âMy pretty doll, so wet for me.â Her fingers teased, gently rubbing over the material, making Y/n buck her hips and hold back on the desperate whines when she pressed down on her clit. It was aching, throbbing with pain from how badly she needed it. Jimin leaned in, gently kissing the girlâs jaw while she slowly pulled the material of the girlâs underwear aside.Â
Her fingers found their way to Y/nâs wet folds, the slick smeared as she ran her fingers through them, only pulling away from her jaw to look at the expressions that Y/n made. The fingers ran through the sensitive and swollen lips, gathering the slick, coming down to circle her leaking hole and greedily taking more to create a bigger mess because Jimin enjoyed making her a mess. All the while Y/n let out faint shaky breaths through her lips, hands gripping harder onto Jiminâs shoulders, hips trying to push into her fingers as she circled her swollen clit, slowly playing with the bud that was so sensitive.
âYou sound so pretty for me,â she mumbled, eyes set on Y/nâs face whose eyebrows furrowed and a gasp fell from her plump lips at the speed that increased on her clit. Jimin hummed, the smile not leaving her lips as she ran her fingers down once again, this time two slowly pushed inside the greedily clenching hole. She slipped into the wet tightness of Y/nâs pussy, the girl feeling the slow stretch that was getting closer to satisfying, but she still needed more.Â
Her hips moved against the fingers that were knuckles deep inside her, looking for friction on her clit from the pad of Jiminâs palm. A whimper fell from her lips, this time louder than last time when the doctor gave in to the need and pressed her palm against the clit while curling her fingers. That spot that made Y/n squirm was right under her control because she had learned her girlfriend's body to every inch.Â
âAre you going to fuck yourself on my fingers? Such a desperate whore that she fucks herself on my hand. Thought you wanted cock to fill your cunt.â She chuckled as Y/n leaned forward, her lips by Jiminâs ear, her hips still moving against the fingers that slowly scissored inside her to stretch her out.Â
âI doâI want your cock to fill me.â She breathed out, her words humid against the womanâs ear who left a kiss on her jaw. Jimin could wait, but only so long, and hearing how needy Y/nâs whiny voice was she wasnât going to wait longer to bury her cock inside the girl. They were playing with time in the end as they could get paged any second.Â
There was a loss of contact when the fingers that were deep inside her throbbing pussy pulled out. Y/n pulled back, a docile look in her eyes to plead even more while watching Jimin take the slick-covered fingers between her lips and suck them right in. The taste lingered on her tongue as she licked her fingers clean off of Y/nâs wetness that she loved. Her hand rubbed Y/nâs waist as she did so.Â
âBe a good whore and get naked for me, doll.â Her tone was calm yet demanding and Y/n wasnât one to disobey the older one. She got off of Jiminâs lap and the older watched the girl strip out of her bottoms, her hand running along her length through her boxer briefs. Her cock was throbbing under her palm and her breathing got deeper as she squeezed her length at the sight of Y/n fully naked now.Â
With a rushed and harsh grip, she manhandled the girlâs lithe and light figure that she liked the best when she was dressed in her birthday suit. It made Y/n quietly whine at the rough yet arousing treatment as she was pushed onto her knees, forearms resting against the mattress as Jimin got behind her.Â
âSuch a pretty face and pussy.â The doctor grumbled as she pushed down her boxers and freed her throbbing cock, the pinkish tip leaked with precum, waiting to release everything into the confines of Y/nâs pink pussy.Â
The vixen waited in anticipation, her back arched with hands running over her ass, hips and over her spine before going over her waist. The touch was soothing, making her melt at how good it felt to even have Jiminâs skilful hands run over her body. She could make the harshest treatment feel gentle and steady with her hands.
She gripped onto Y/nâs hip, her other hand grabbing at her base and she guided her tip through the wet folds. The feeling made them both shudder as she coated her member in the juices that were leaking, spilling down Y/nâs thighs. As it glistened from the slickness she brought her tip to the girlâs entrance.
âCan I enter you, doll?â Y/n could die right in her spot because Jimin always made sure to ask.Â
âYesâŚâ The girl breathed out, feeling the big tip right by her hole and it made her head drop to the pillow when it at last protruded and slowly sank into her, splitting her folds and slowly buried itself deep inside her. Â
Jimin gripped harder onto Y/nâs waist at the tightness around her cock that sucked her in. Her other hand gently pushed down against the arched back as she tilted her head back and dwelled in the feeling with her lower lip between her teeth.Â
âYou feel so good, your pussy feels so good around my cock.â She mumbled, her chest heaving as she stalled her hips once she was filling her girlfriend to the hilt.Â
Y/n twisted the sheets in her fists at the stretch and feeling stuffed, she could feel Jiminâs cock everywhere, feeling it all because she was raw inside her. The way the vein throbbed and how hard she was. It was overwhelming the slight pain from how good it felt.Â
Jimin exhaled sharply through her nose, needing time to get ready herself once she entered Y/nâs cunt to not explode right away from the snugness. She ran her palm along Y/nâs spine until she reached her shoulder and gripped it, holding onto it and her waist before she slowly dragged her hips back.
âIâm going to fuck you good, my needy whore deserves it.â She mumbled under her breath more to herself but Y/n still heard it clearly, eyes still closed and her head leaned back as she almost pulled out fully.Â
Y/n gasped, writhing under Jiminâs hold when her hips slammed right back inside her, the grip tight on her skin as it was hard enough to leave its marks behind. âOh, myâfuck.â Y/n choked out as Jimin felt like she had given enough time for both of them to get all ready and her hips started to move, starting slow before she gradually increased the speed of her moving hips.Â
The cock dragged along Y/nâs squelching walls, hitting the perfect spots as Jimin angled herself perfectly. The slapping of her pelvis against Y/nâs ass grew in the room, each thrust followed by Y/nâs whines, pleas, cries, and whimpering moans, creating the mess she loved to make the intern. Her cock slid effortlessly in and out, going deep and hard, picking up her pace only to slow down with her eyes trained on the way Y/nâs body arched and pushed into her with her vision going blank now and then from the way her eyes would close at the feeling.Â
The wet slapping bounced off the walls, Jimin completely getting lost and not being able to think about if anything could be heard outside the door and neither did she stop Y/nâs squeals when she drilled deep into her. The slapping grew harder and louder, tainting their skin slightly in the process.Â
It was burning Y/nâs body, her body moved with each thrust as Jimin went deep and slow before going fast, it was making her mind go blank. The bed squeakedâthe on-call rooms used as hook-up rooms for everyoneâY/n was letting out squeaks herself at the pleasure that shot through her with slight pain. It was too much but she didnât want any less or any more because too much was perfect.Â
Jimin clenched her jaw, her body getting covered in heat, a sheen of sweat draping over her skin as she huffed through her nose, guttural groans falling from her now and then. Her eyes fell between their conjoined heat, watching the way her cock appeared and disappeared inside the glistening pussy, coming out covered in slick and getting slammed back inside, making Y/n move forward from the force.Â
âAh, fuckââ Y/n cried out at a particularly hard thrust making Jimin slow down to not hurt the girl as she knew that she got lost in the pleasure easily when it came to Y/n.Â
âYouâre taking me so well, my little doll to fuck and have squirm under me.â Her hand soothed along Y/nâs waist as her hips rolled deep and slow now. She ran her hand right under and found her way to Y/nâs slim stomach. Jimin pressed down on the girlâs lower belly as she pulled out and slammed right back inside. She could explode just from the way the gesture made Y/n arch her back and let out another high-pitched moan.
The cock kept hitting at her g-spot, feeling Jimin much deeper, knowing exactly where she was because of the hand that pressed against her stomach. The pleasure became tenfold and she was slowly reaching her peak as her ears were muffling everything and she was losing all her coherent thoughts. All she could think about was the cock that was drilling right into her cunt, the way it made her thighs quiver and her vocal cords release any sound they wanted with no control, the way her body was succumbing and losing all touch just for Jimin.Â
Jimin had other plans as she let go of Y/nâs shoulder and gripped the silky and long hair for leverage instead. Y/n whined at the pleasurable pain that forced her to arch even more and look up from the pillow where her cheek was pressed. There were tears in her eyes when Jimin finally got to look at the girl she got to look in the mirror that was hung up right above the desk in front of the bed's foot.Â
âLook at me when I fuck youââ It was a demand, not a question that harshly left through the doctorâs lips whose hips were snapping against Y/n. âFuck I want my whore to look me in the eye, I want to look at your pretty eyes when you cum around my cock, doll face.â She groaned, Y/n obeying her as she watched how Jiminâs eyebrows furrowed, her face contorting into deep pleasure the second she got to look at Y/nâs face which portrayed how good she felt getting nailed into the bed. It boosted Jiminâs ego, letting her know how good she managed to make her girlfriend feel.Â
She wrapped her fist around the hair, getting more leverage, her stomach flexing and hand running from Y/nâs stomach to the girlâs swollen and throbbing clit. Her eyes trained on Y/nâs face whose eyes rolled and fluttered, the sounds spilling out of her lips. The walls tightly squeezed Jiminâs cock, making her groan at the feeling and in return thrust harder to get anywhere because of how tight the girl was getting the closer she was. Her walls clamped down on her cock with each thrust, hips meeting and getting louder.Â
âJiminâJimin, Iâmââ She couldnât finish the words that were left in a desperate cry.Â
The heat in her stomach was tingling with the need to be released, snapping out sooner than later as Y/nâs body tensed up. Her vision went black, ears muffled, barely being able to hear how the train of light and whiny moans escaped her lips. The sight of Y/n coming around her, her pussy spasming around her cock, throbbing around it, her eyes rolling, back arching, it all made Jimin fall right off the peak when she reached it. Her breathing grew harsh as it all came over her too.Â
Y/n felt the tears run down her cheeks, whimpering at the feeling of Jiminâs cock growing harder before the creamy warm cum spilled and painted her walls. She felt each rope shoot right into her cunt, her hearing slowly coming back and being able to hear how Jimin let out light moans with her hips stuttering into Y/n to fill her the best she could, wanting every drop inside the snug pussy. Occasionally tugging on her hair as her body convulsed at the orgasm.Â
âFuck, you took it all so well, baby.â She breathed out, her grip loosening on Y/nâs hair, their chests heaving to catch their breaths as a moment of silence fell upon them. Jimin swallowed down the thickness in her throat, blinking her eyes open, slowly pulling out, making Y/n let out a light sigh.Â
The older helped the girl lay down, treating her like a fragile porcelain doll. With her dick still wet she tucked it back inside her boxers, pulling up the scrubs that were resting around her thighs. She got pulled down right after and managed to fit herself by Y/nâs petite frame on the twin-sized bed.Â
âAre you alright?â She asked to make sure, her arm wrapping itself around Y/nâs shoulders who hugged at the womanâs waist. Jimin grabbed hold of Y/nâs thigh, pulling it to drape over her torso to have her closer. The doctor twisted and reached behind her with her free hand, pulling out the fuzzy teddy bear with the rose that was under her.Â
âYeah.â Y/n mumbled, trying to gather herself as her breathing was still heavy, Jiminâs fingers gently running through her hair this time. Her eyes watched as Jimin held the bear, making it sit on her stomach and face them with her fingers fiddling with the fur.Â
âDid you know that sex is healthy for the heart? It can bring down the chances of a heart attack by 50%.â Y/n chuckled at the words, burying her face into the crook of the womanâs warm neck who breathed out a chuckle at her own words.Â
âI love you,â Jimin spoke, craning her neck and leaning down to peck the top of Y/nâs head. It made the girl pull away and looked up at the older woman. She hummed and pushed herself up, still feeling Jimin everywhere and on her lips once again when she leaned down for a slow kiss.Â
âI love you,â she pulled away for a second as they looked each other in the eye and she pecked the womanâs lips once again before pulling away fully. âThis was probably the most romantic Valentineâs Day so far.â Y/n admitted. It was so different yet in a way that was special because so much had happened.Â
Jimin raised her eyebrows as she pushed herself up to rest against her elbows as she looked at Y/n who reached for her clothes because they still could get paged. âReally?â She questioned, gently bouncing the teddy bear against the mattress from how the words made her feel less worried that it wasnât enough. It made her feel giddy to know that she succeeded in the end. She watched Y/n put on the scrubs before she sat back on the bed, facing Jimin with her fingers dancing over the doctor's bare stomach, trailing gentle patterns.Â
âYeah, I got to operate on a heart with my girlfriend, and we no longer have to pretend to be just coworkers.â Y/n said as her fingers ran up to where Jiminâs heart was, circling the area as she could feel the way it was pounding against her ribcage. It made Jimin grin even more and Y/n leaned back in to kiss her heart doctor.Â
Maybe Valentineâs Day hadnât gone bad at all even if they couldnât go on a date or do something together outside the hospital. Somehow everything they had done today was romantic in its way and there was no need for grand gestures.
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band!aespa x groupie!reader
Synopsis: Itâs been less than a year since the band Aespa was created. Karina, Minjeong, Giselle and Ningning travel all over the country with nothing but a few gigs, little money and much love for the music. Theyâre far from superstars, and they still donât have a lot to offer, and thereâs something they canât quite grasp: why you, the bandâs most faithful fan, follows them blindly.
Warnings: smut. lowk confusing⌠but itâs the aesthetic
Word count:Â 9.9k
Notes: I HAVE RETURNED FROM THE DEAD đ¤đ¤ I was obsessed w the MV as soon as it was out so I wrote this work!! it ended up being too long (lol) so i decided to split it in 2. I SHALL NAWT VANISH ANYMORE PINKY PROMISE.
pt.1 | pt.2
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âDo you think itâll fit?â Ningningâs hesitation is easily explained by the amount of suitcases hanging from the small hood of the car. The four girls agreed to bring each a single backpack of clothes for themselves, so the instruments and sound equipment could also be transported.
Clearly, it was still too much.
âIt has to.â Winter answers, her tiny frame reaching up as she tries to grab one of the big suitcases herself. With Ningningâs help, she manages to do it, and they both stare at the car, wondering about an adjustment that would work.
Just as both girls imagined how to rearrange the space, Giselle and Karina stepped down the house's stairs, frowning.
Karina, is, as always, not amused by the struggle placed in front of her, but Giselle scoffs, judging her bandmates for not having things ready yet. They were supposed to pack their stuff in the car while she and Karina prepared their snacks and made sure all the windows and doors were closed, so theyâd find no surprises once they got back home from their trip. Now, theyâd leave later than expected, which would result in them facing the road at nightâ which was exactly what they were avoiding.
This day was starting to piss her off.
âWhat are you doing?â Giselle crossed her arms against her chest, trying her best to not sound as irritated as she was. They all knew, though. The girls know each other too well.
âPlaying Tetris.â Minjeong stared back at her, with a tone that was just as presumptuous. âWhat does it look like weâre doing, Gigi? The space is obviously too fucking small for all of our stuff.â
Karina takes a step further before Giselle is able to open her mouth and give her friend a petty response. Her clumsy hands rearranged the suitcases so fast the three girls barely registered her actions, closing the hood of the car in a quick motion so everything wouldnât fall off.
âMhm, you wonât be able to see much of whatâs behind the car, Gigi, but I donât think it can get any better than that.â
The girls simply stare, impressed by Karinaâs skills.
âSo⌠problem solved?â Ningning asks, and they all nod.
Without a word, the four girls enter the small car, squeezing themselves as they prepare for their small trip. It wasnât uncommon for the band to spend hours stuck in Giselleâs stepfatherâs old 2000 Civic, but the lack of space was always annoying, making them all feel packed in like sardines. However, the vehicle was the only option they had to make their way to nearby cities to perform, so they avoided making any complaints.
The band was just about an hour into their 4-hour drive when Giselle pulled over, cursing under her breath.
âFuck.â She mutters, biting her nails as she looks at the line of cars being stopped by the police, just a few miles ahead. Her face was even paler than usual, which set the girls on alert mode immediatelyâ out of the four of them, Giselle was the least likely to panic at any unusual situation.
As soon as her body tensed, the Uchinaga felt long, lithe hands on her neck, applying just the right amount of pressure to soothe her, filling her with reassurance. Karinaâs, naturally. âWhat is it? Whatâs wrong?â
âYeah, why did we stop?â Ningning adds to Karinaâs question, just as curious.
Minjeongâs brows furrow and she adjusts her posture, trying to stare at the horizon in the same position Giselle was, from the passengerâs seat instead. As always, sheâs quick to understand the situation. âTheyâre stopping the cars ahead, but itâs just their normal procedure. Theyâll stop us, of course, since weâre young girls traveling by ourselves with a bunch of luggage, but weâve got nothing to hide, so⌠keep going, unnie. Itâs fine.â
Seconds went by before Giselle grunted, a tense atmosphere hanging in the air while she fidgeted her fingers. Only then, her answer came, barely in a murmur. âI donât have a license.â She could only hope they hadnât heard her.
Judging from the way her bandmatesâ mouths opened in shock they all started to speak together, though, they did.
Such a selective hearing, huh. She always had to yell at them at least three times for someone to get up from the living room and do the dishes, whenever they were home.
âWhat the fuck, unnie?â
âDo you really drive us illegally? Girl, we go everywhere by car!â
âI canât believe youâre so damn irresponsible, I fucking sweââ
Karina stops their banter by out-screaming the two younger girls, a few minutes after Giselle had shrieked down on her seat so much she could merge with it anytime. âWait! Wait.â Three pairs of eyes stare at her, inquiring. The quietness was odd, but it didnât last much anyway. âI thought you had your permit taken last month?â
Itâs Giselleâs turn to roll her eyes, then. âI literally told you that I failed. Do you pay attention to anything I say?â
Despite the situation they found themselves in, Minjeong and Ningning couldnât help but giggle. It wasnât news that Karinaâs got her head up in the clouds, but her innocence was always funny to the girls. Despite being the oldest, sheâs just a big puppy, after all.
And she looks outraged, ears red from the thought of being fooled by Aeri.
âWhat? we even celebrated!â Her face comes to the realization, as Minjeong tries to hide her laughter with a fake coughing fit. Winterâs blonde hair blows effortlessly when she turns her head to the window, in an obvious attempt to escape Giselleâs piercing stare. âOh! Was that why you were being such a jerk the entire night, at the club?â
Giselle ruffles her hair in frustration but nods anyway. âYes, that was the reason. Thanks for reminding us of that wonderful day, Jiminnie.â
Ningning taps on Karinaâs shoulder, in hopes of offering some comfort to the desolated girl. She whistles, then looks from Aeri to Minjeong as if hoping theyâd pull a permit out of nowhere and start driving again. Once itâs clear none of them would provide any solution, she does so herself, lifting her hips to grab her phone from the back pocket of her jeans.
âIâll call Y/n.â Is all she says, clicking on the red number with 13 missed calls on the screen. âSheâll do something about it.â
Karinaâs even more outraged, then, staring at Ningning in disbelief. She tries to reach out for her friendâs phone, but the maknae pulls her hand away with a huff. âWhy do you even have her number, anyway?â
Sure, youâd be at their presentation, even if it were at a nearby town, hours away from where they lived. Somehow, you always show up. The girls couldnât even remember when it happened; all they know is that they played at Ningningâs cousinâs club once, and from then on there you were, accompanying them in every step. You took pictures, edited videos to upload on their YouTube channel, and even helped them get some gigs every once in a while. Itâs difficult for the girls to understand the reason you spend so much time and effort with themâ a broke, nugu band whoâs been doing this for a little over a year, yet there you were. Their first and most faithful fan, ready to drop everything to help them with any situation, at any given time.
Just like now.
Nonetheless, they had agreed to keep you at an arm's distance, only so the lines wouldnât get too blurry. With time, they got to know you better, and it was noticeable you were as spoiled, obsessive, and explosive as you were sweet and passionate about the things you liked.
Truth be told, you scared them a little.
âI thought we had agreed on not talking to the psycho anymore,â Minjeong commented, resting her head on the window.
Ningning pauses at that, muting herself on the phone for a moment before answering, straightforwardly. âWell, do you want to get there or not?â
Her honesty is harsh enough that Minjeong lifts her palms in surrender, while Karina and Giselle share a knowing look. Ningâs right, naturally âwhat matters is that they get to the club on time.
âFine,â The blonde sighs, turning to point at Karina. âBut youâll have to handle that nightmare of a weirdo. Donât let her freak out or anything, like she did last time.â
âWhy do I always have to do it?â Karina pouts, rolling her eyes. âCome on! What the fuck.â
Giselle giggles, grateful that Karina canât reach out to punch her as she nods. âI agree⌠itâs a leaderâs duty.â
With her brows furrowed and her rosy lips, the oldest member of the band looks much like a doll, adorable in all of her mannerisms. Even when she scoffs, it doesnât come out nearly as rude and intimidating as she intends it to be. She still looks like a painting, so pretty Ningning pokes her playfully, brushing the irritation out of Karina with her ticklish fingers. Once sheâs left ticklish in her seat, Ningning drops her phone, done with her call.
âY/n said sheâll be here soon.â She announces, and the girls hum faintly in response. Itâs enough for her to giggle, reaching out for her bag in hopes of finding a snack. âDonât be too excited, damn...â
âI just hope she doesnât take long,â Giselle mutters, ignoring the glares she gets by being to blame for their current situation.
âWell, if someone had just passed their driving test, we wouldnâtââ
The Uchinaga turns to Winter so fast her neck makes a weird noise. âShut the fuck up, Minjeong.â Her tone is full of mockery, which is dangerous. Giselle gets irritated easily, but itâs hard to get her mad. Whenever she does, though⌠None of the girls like that. âI donât see you driving around either.â
Minjeong, whoâd rather die than recognize she doesnât excel at something, puts a hand on her chest with the comment. Her face is quickly filled with red and, in a minute, sheâs defending herself as if sheâs just received a 5-year sentence.
As much as their banter is entertaining, Ningning still clings onto Karina on the backseat, resting her head on her unnieâs shoulders.
âI do hope Y/n arrives soon.â She tells her friend, closing her eyes despite the noisy background.
Karina smiles, ruffling the maknaeâs hair with tenderness as she relaxes beside the oldest. âDonât worry, Ning. She will.â
If thereâs something sheâs sure of, is that you donât play when it comes to their band. Be it for good or for worse.
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âHello, cuties.â You say, tapping your knuckles on the driverâs window to gather attention. It works: the girls all jump in their seats, cursing under their breaths as they try to gather themselves from the scare. âYour knight in shining armor has come! Hurry, hurry! Youâre running late.â
It had been less than an hour since Ningningâs call, so thereâs no way you couldâve reached them so quickly. None of them say those words out loud, of courseâ some questions are better left unanswered.
âHere comes the devil.â Minjeong mumbles. The smile she gives you is drenched in feigned politeness, yet yours is sincere, bluntly ignoring her grumpiness with a wave of your hand.
âHi, Y/n.â Karina greets you as the four girls get out of the car. You hug each one of them energetically, clearly pleased to be urged to help.
It doesnât even bother you that Giselle, Winter, and Ningning only mumble, not paying you much attention. If only, your happiness would take long to wear off.
Still swooning, you gesture to the van thatâs parked beside their car where a handsome, baby-faced boy waves at the girls with ease.
âMy brother won this van at a bet a few days ago, and fortunately, he lent it to us. Itâs more fitting for a band anyway.â You gesture at their car, still explaining. âGyu can take your stepdadâs car back to your house, Gigi. Donât worry.â
They already know Beomgyu from the previous times heâs dropped you off at their rehearsals and shows, so itâs nothing new. Although Giselle doesnât seem convinced about your idea, she reluctantly gives him the car keys anyway. Thereâs no other option; she canât just leave the car on the road, even though giving it to a stranger makes her uneasy.
âThank you, Beomgyu-ssi.â The girls bow at him, thankful for the extra space, to which he simply nods.
The girls are quick to transport the suitcases to the van, stretching their legs out as they sigh with contentment. Itâs like they can finally breathe, now that theyâre not cramped in a tiny space. Even Minjeong is smiling, her little banter with Giselle being long forgotten by now.
Giselle is in the passengerâs seat, this time, and sheâs surprised to see how easy it is to talk to a happy Y/n. You laugh and gossip over other bands the girls come across sometimes, and you tell them the entire story of how Beomgyu actually got the van. Time flies by while youâre on the wheel, and soon enough the four girls find themselves at the back door of the club, fixing their instruments for the time they go on stage.
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âDo you get all those insane takes with this old-ass camera?â Ning asks curiously, holding the straightener against her hair as she watches you record Winter, whoâs busy tuning her bass and pretending you donât exist.
âItâs vintage, unnie.â You correct her, zooming in on the blonde girlâs delicate hands and her precise movements against the cords. âIt has amazing quality, still.â Because Ningning is still staring, clearly waiting for a more direct answer, you add, âYes. Pretty Much. Hey Minjeongie, look at the camera so I can get a better shot of you.â
All Winter gives you is an irritated look as she scrunches her nose and shakes her head. The girls enjoy arriving early at their events so theyâre able to gather a few minutes of quietude, strictly to relax and focus on not letting the nerves overcome their abilities to shine on stage. You know thatâ itâs something youâve seen them do countless times before. You find it adorable how theyâd just close their eyes and try to control their breaths, fingers tapping their thighs to ease the anxiety that always comes with the wait of going on stage. No matter how many times they perform, the thrill will always be the same.
Although you donât mind interrupting Winterâs time of focusing at all. Seeing you wonât give in, Winter scoffs, dropping the bass onto her lap. âBe polite, Y/n. Say please.â
Her intentions are as obvious as daylight. Sheâs mocking you, defiant like the insufferable being she is. Out of the four girls, Minjeong is the most stubborn, and youâre much alike. She was the one you got into most arguments with, none of you backing down from the opportunity of being right.
Said banter is the reason you turn and adjust the camera focus to Ningning, instead of giving in to the blonde girl. Yizhuo looks pretty as always, smiling at you as you kneel to get a take of her from a better angle.
Youâre immediately interrupted by the same girl who was irritated by your presence just seconds ago. In a blink, Winterâs hands go to your chin, forcing you to face her with an assertive grip. âNo. Film me.â Her porcelain skin shines against her dark eyes, who pop out even more, making her intimidating aura stand out in the small room as she adds with an icy, commanding tone, âAnd have manners.â
God, youâd gladly take her down just to get rid of that cocky tone.
âStare at the fucking camera so you can have some decent solo shots, Winter unnie.â Your reply comes immediately, tone dripping with venom, âPlease.â
Winterâs face is so red youâre afraid sheâs going to combust at any second. She never spares hurtful words during arguments, and youâre ready for her to give it all. Disaster is set to happen until Giselle pops her head backstage, looking for you. Her eyes disappear and her cheeks flare up as soon as she meets your face, breaking the tension with a smile once her presence unintentionally ends the small battle you were having with Winter.
âY/n!â She calls, handing out her hand to help you stand up. âCould you come help us with the drums, please? The guys from the bar are trying, but theyâre so damn useless⌠We need you.â
You look away and Winterâs grip on you fades, although her trimmed nails still scratch your jaw as she lets her hand fall to her sides and returns to the couch, tuning her bass as if she had never been interrupted.
âSure, Gigi. Letâs go.â Itâs impossible to not smile back, allowing yourself to be guided through the narrow stairs of the place until you arrive at the stage. You donât bother saying goodbye to either Ningning or Winter, knowing youâre going back to them as soon as youâre done.
The two younger girls are left by themselves, in silence for the first time since you arrived to pick them up, hours ago. Itâs unsettling yet peaceful; not uncomfortable by any means. Theyâve known each other for too long by now, so being with each other is more than naturalâ itâs oneâs absence that is unsettling.
After giving her hair a few finishing touches, Ningning turns to her bandmate, pulling the chair beside her as she gestures for Minjeong to sit. Its leather cover is torn and the comfort is long gone, but they donât mind. Theyâve performed in far more awful places anyway.
âOkay, Iâm done! Be still while I do your makeup, now, unnie.â Minjeong does as told, closing her eyes while the maknae starts moisturizing her skin.
The silence has Winterâs mind replaying the previous banter nonstop. She tries to stay silent, but the memory of your petty smirk is enough to leave her fuming, pumping with rage.
âCan you believe her, Ning? That fucking bitch, ugh. Sheâs so insufferable.â
âOh, definitely.â Ningning smiles, thankful Minjeong has her eyes closed. She lets out a small giggle, still focused on brushing the concealer through her friendâs face. âGod forbid someone puts you in your place, right unnie?â
She nearly doesnât escape the highlighter Minjeong throws in her direction, now laughing freely as she continues with her task.
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Aespa is a band of many talents.
The girls all met during sophomore year of high school, all trapped in detention for the day (as much as Minjeong would rather die than admit sheâs ever gotten detention in her life). Even though they differ in personalities, in a clear contrast of cultures, manners, and experiences â their differences somehow added to each other until there wasnât something missing anymore. The feeling of longing and loneliness that had accompanied them for so many years had finally ceased. After that, the girls found themselves at peace: the world was finally silent, as long as they were together. No matter how chaotic it was, Karina, Minjeong, Giselle, and Ningning knew theyâd like nothing else but to be together.
Luckily, they all shared two main passions: the love for music and the desire for attention, so being in a band together was something that happened rather naturally. The members all agreed, then, that Karina should be the leader. She was soft-spoken, calm, and had the experience in the industry the others lacked, from being a child model. It was the right decision: the oldest would do anything to protect her girls, and knew just the right people to ask for opportunities. They werenât famous, nor did they make enough money to live off exclusively from the music, but it was enough, for now.
They had trouble understanding you, though. It was hard to grasp why on earth would they have someone so faithful, so committed to following their every move when they werenât even famous? They didnât have money, influence, or anything to offer you whatsoever. Yet you were always there, giving them your endless support without asking for anything in exchange. You could be a handful sometimes, sure, but still⌠your commitment was something that left the girls constantly wondering.
Because youâre special. The world will see this too, someday. is what youâd always answer, followed by a giggle and a wave of your hand, muttering about how it all wasnât that big of a deal.
But as Giselle watches you help them relocate their instruments and set the tripods and cameras straight, she wonders if thatâs truly it.
âHey, Gigi.â You smile at her, looking down at the ground once you realize youâre the object of her piercing, focused gaze. âAre you and the other girls ready to go? Everythingâs in order here.â
Now isnât the time for that, though, Aeri reminds herself. As of now, the only thing she should focus on is her upcoming stage. Music is one of the many things she was strict with: she pushed herself to nothing but perfection, no matter where she was performing.
The other girls are quick to follow your call, grabbing their instruments and getting into their starter positions as theyâve done countless times before. They all adjust their mics to the perfect height until Karina is the only one left in the center, tapping hers to make sure she sounds loud and clear. Ningningâs hands fiddle with her drumsticks nervously, paddling along with her whole bodyâ surely from the energy drinks sheâs had minutes before, while Minjeong and Giselle stay each on one side of the stage, waiting for their leaderâs cue.
Offering free tickets for those who arrived before 11 PM was a great strategy that many clubs implemented to fill up their spaces. And even though youâre well aware the girls are known enough to gather such a crowd without that stunt, youâre glad to have a full house staring at the small stage with expectation.
Karina waits until youâre done with your cameraâs finishing touches up to speak, her voice echoing through the noise so easily that your hands stop adjusting the deviceâs focus to pay attention to her. With a smile so big her eyes grow small, her face is like a beacon, gathering all the focus to herself without the need for a spotlight.
âGoodnight! Iâm Karina, and those are my bandmates: Minjeong, Giselle, and Ningning.â She points to each of her friends, who bow and wave excitedly, still waiting for her cue. âAnd weâre AESPA! We hope you like our music, weâve worked hard on our songs! Please enjoy.â
With that, Ningning taps on her drumsticks, as theyâve done countless times before. Minjeongâs bass and Giselleâs guitar sync with Karinaâs voice as soon as they start playing, the melody echoing through the place like physical particles. Music is more than just a part of their lives: itâs who they are, how they express themselves, what they breathe, and itâs easy to forget theyâre at a shitty pub and not at a fancy festival. As long as their voices and instruments are harmonizing together, the girls get lost in their passion and nothing else matters.
Even though theyâre a new groupâ barely a year into the industry, original songs are not something that lack from their setlist. The public is screaming, the girls are jumping as they sing and dance along the rhythm and you try your best to capture their best angles, but the distraction in the form of a sin that is Karina prevents you from doing a good job. Her dark eyes glow in the dark, giving her an angelic aura as her strong voice reverberates through the place with ease, despite her shitty mic. Itâs an impressive crowd theyâre performing for, but sheâs only staring at you. Preventing you to breathe or even move, afraid sheâd lose her interest and look elsewhere.
No, youâd have none of that. Like all the girls, Karina was yours: youâd share her utter attention with no one.
So you stay at the front line, with your hands holding onto the camera as your head is held up in a frozen frame, looking at her.
Youâd always look at her.
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The afterparties are always one of the girlsâ favorite events. The adrenaline rush is still present, giving them tons of energy to drink and party with strangers. They are constantly showered with compliments, being pampered, and indulged with all the attention they crave. Itâs part of the reasons why they deal with music, obviously: Minjeong, Giselle, Ningning, and Karina. Because the desire to be seen and recognized for their music is a feeling theyâve been looking for ever since they can remember.
And thatâs exactly what they were indulging in before hearing a loud crack from outside of the backstage room. The noise, followed by a bunch of ugly screams, startles the four girls, who exchange a quick, worried glance before storming down straight into the sideway alley.
âDamn.â Ningning whistles, covering her mouth with her hand to hide the smile coming from her lips. At her side, Minjeong and Karina are equally shocked and frozen at the scene unraveling in front of them.
People usually use the dark, space to smoke and get a break from the noisy, heated space of the club. Instead, the four girls find a huddle of girls so entwined with one another itâs hard to tell how many there are. Four, maybe five? Of them are vividly screaming, kicking, tugging, and pulling hairs. Despite the mess, the girls realize thereâs one that keeps beating the shit out of them, which is impressive due to being gravely outnumbered.
As the commotion stops for seconds once the strangers become aware of the newer company, itâs easier to tell a specific head of honey hair apart from the others.
âYouâve got to be kidding me.â Minjeongâs murmur doesnât come off nearly as disappointed as she intends to. If anything, sheâs also holding back her laughter while you prove that one does not need that much muscles to win off a fight.
âGo Y/n!â Karina claps, cheering. None of the three girls make any move towards the scene, so Giselle turns her head towards them in disbelief.
The Japanese girl shrugs, quickly making her way onto the ground to break off the fight. Sheâs always been strong, and her time spent at the gym pays off as she grabs you by the waist and throws you over her shoulder, heading back to the backstage room as if you weigh nothing. Any attempts of resisting are useless, yet you donât make Giselleâs job any easierâ your kicking and screaming are now directed at her, hands curling into fists while you use your entire strength to hit her muscled back.
âPut me DOWN! Iâm not done with those whores.â Your feverish voice is ignored by the four girls, who are used to your tantrums by now.
They know youâre naturally provocative, and never one to back down from a fight, even if you were in the wrong. And, somehow, you were good at it too: even if you left bruised and scratched, your opponents would somehow always turn out worse.
âSorry ladies, we have some issues to deal with. If you excuse us.â As the group goes back inside, Ningning offers the poor beaten-up girls a calculated smile before closing the door on their faces. She doesnât bother to check in on themâ theyâre strangers, after all.
Youâre thrown onto the worn-out sofa with little care, suddenly staring at four serious faces. The funny atmosphere of the fight is long gone, so you cross your arms under your chest and grunt, face held high to put up with their judgmental looks.
This is their job, and they canât have you causing trouble over anything. Youâre associated with them by now, whether they like it or not. Itâd be an awful occurrence.
âSo, troublemaker, tell us.â Giselle is the first to speak, brushing the bangs out of her face. Even after carrying you for solid minutes, she still looks flawless, much different from your disheveled self. âWhat had you beating their asses out there?â
Thereâs a pout on your lips, and the defiant air in the room stirs up their nerves. Itâs an annoying interruption of the fun they were having just now, and the alcohol makes it hard for them to stay patient.
Minjeong takes half a step forward, her hands messing up your hair even more. âSpeak, Y/n. We have better things to do.â
She doesnât coddle you, tone cold as it always was when directed towards you, but you donât mind. If anything, you take pride in making her life a bit more difficult every time. You know they wonât give you their attention for much longer, though, which is why sigh deeply.
âI was defending your honor, you idiots!â You gesticulate towards the door, huffing. âThose whores were out there, talking about you, speaking the most vile things⌠I had to do something. You should be thanking me, and not look so pissed.â You roll your eyes, muttering the rest to yourself as you sink on the dirty couch. âYou never acknowledge anything I do anyway.â
It had felt too hot inside, so you passed the backstage area to gather some fresh air at the alley when you encountered the group of girls. They were in love with the band, obviously, and were very vocal about the things theyâd let the girls do to them: how their leather clothes were so tight and how hot they were⌠Hearing such things being said about your girls made your blood boil. They were yours, and no one else had the right to desire them like that. So you were quick to take action and make sure everyone knew who Giselle, Winter, Karina, and Ningning belonged to. As a matter of fact, It was a successful attempt: after the lesson you taught them, those girls would think twice before saying anything again.
Your gaslighting does little to the band; itâs easy to look further into your façade now that they know you. They donât pity you in the slightest, well aware you��re one to be cautious around.
Karina smiles at your act. She canât help it if the pout on your lips makes you so adorable, and your crossed arms are the reason your send nudes crop top rides up so your boobs are even more evident. âWhich things, Y/n? What were they saying, exactly?â
âWhat they said doesnât matter.â You huff, dismissing Karinaâs question with a wave of your hand. âThe important thing is that theyâve been dealt with, and your honor is intact. Youâre welcome.â
The electronic music is loud, and itâs easy to feel the rhythm reverberating through the furniture, sending electric waves to your bones that rile you up even more. Youâre energized, ready to go back to the crowd, drink, smoke, and stir up some trouble again.
Aeri mustâve been thinking the same thing since she merely shakes her head and leaves without a word. Ning is the next one to follow, proceeded by Minjeong, who rolls her eyes and points her finger right at your face.
âYouâre such a menace, Y/n. Acting like an animal⌠you canât behave at all.â Youâre used to the disdain in her voice, so the only thing you do is mirror her snobbish stare as you watch her leave.
Unlike her bandmate, Karinaâs eyes are kindâ even though youâve just messed up hard. Youâre the only ones left in the room, you realize, as she holds out her hand to you. With her presence, the music ceases, and the only thing you can focus on is the sound of her heartbeat, and how her little chin mole goes up to match her smile, which is equally sweet.
Sweet, patient, and definitely too good for you: thatâs Karina, a soul that should stay untouched, not yet ruined by the world and by other people.
Too bad that youâve never been one to do the right thing.
You navigate towards her in a magnetic motion, taking her help so fast your bodies nearly crash once you get up from the couch. Instead of complaining or making fun of you for being so abrupt, Karina takes her free hand to your face, cupping your cheek before carefully wiping the dirt from your skin.
âTroublemaker.â She repeats Giselleâs words from earlier, although they sound almost reverent when said in her raspy voice, tired from the crazy routine they live with. âSheâs a bit right, donât you think?â The smirk on her lips is playful, and she toys with you. âYou keep us on our toes, for sure. I guess someone has to.â
She doesnât mind. If anything, Karina misses your presence when youâre goneâ which is thankfully, a rare occasion. Sure, youâre stubborn, spoiled, and very annoying, but the band somehow needs you to keep their engines running. She knows the other girls feel the same way about you too, even if theyâre good at not making it known.
Being with Karina feels right. Sheâs Aespaâs peace, their leader, and their oldest member. And, just like everybody that has ever met her, you long to be around the older girl.
âLetâs go back to the party, Jimin unnie.â You tell her, crossing your arms behind her neck. If thereâs anything sheâd want you to do, you would. Gladly. âI want to dance.â
She smiles back at you, looking at the half-open door before nodding. âAs you wish, Y/n.â
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Aespaâs hotel room for the night is precarious, to say the least. The wallpaper is peeling from the walls, the furniture is dustyâ and the small dining table seems to barely handle your laptop and media equipment. The bed makes too many weird noises at the slightest movement, and the smell of mold is a bit unsettling for those with a decent sense of smell.
Itâs Minjeongâs job to deal with their spending and to book their stays, whenever the band wanders off their hometown. Her father works as a treasurer at a well-established company and has taught her how to handle her own money from a young age. Sometimes, though, she tends to spend too little, given the fact that they still did not earn much with their performances, and the five girls would end up in situations like the current one. Not that they truly minded: they had two rooms to sleep in and breakfast by the morning, which was more than enough. They would handle the rest.
Karina, Giselle, Ningning, and Minjeong are all rockstars, itâs natural for them to thrive under attention. They live for it, and you love to record their pretty faces. Out of all the experiences of being with the girls, getting to take pictures and videos of their performances and looksâ be it before, during, or after their shows. Editing might also be a pain and sometimes feel like a chore, but it was also something you enjoyed doing.
Besides, the praises and the proud, enamored look Giselle, Ningning, Karina, and Minjeong gave you whenever you updated something new to their channel and social media was something you looked forward to, naturally. In fact, youâre so focused on your task that you barely notice a sudden wave of hot breath on your shoulder.
âHow far are you, yet?â Karinaâs wet hair clings to your neck as you breathe in her post-bath scent, so refreshing. Youâre unable to see her sulk behind you, but her whiny tone is enough for you to figure her feelings out before she adds, âAlso, why am I the one with the least videos, Y/n?â
You donât even stop your work to look at the vocalist, who stares at your laptopâs screen with expectation: the answer is obvious to anyone who has ever had the privilege of getting to know Aespa's leader."
âBecause Iâm always too busy looking at you to focus on anything else.â The words leave your mouth immediately, exposing facts. âBut Iâll improve for next time if thatâs what you wish.â
Doing anything after Karina opens her mouth is impossible. Her angelic voice and sharp moves draw all the attention to her immediately; one would be completely insane to not be mesmerized by her. By all of her.
âIt is.â She nods, still so close youâre able to feel her body pressed against you through the chairâs cracks. Like a kitten, Karina purrs, finally breaking the tension between you by pressing small, wet kisses to your neck. âY/nâŚâ
Youâre doomed. Youâve known that ever since she left the bathroom, with wet hair and red, swollen lips that did little to hide what she was up to while the shower was running.
Karinaâs long, purple-painted nails scratch your neck, forcing you to pay attention to herâ as if youâd do anything else. Youâre quick to comply, closing your laptop as you stand up and walk away from the oldest member, onto your backpack. Her confused brows are adorable, but the realization comes soon once she reckons the camera on your hands. By then, thereâs a dirty smirk on both of your lips; you know she loves this as much as you do.
âAre you up for another show, doll?â
Karina nods, suddenly shy from all the dirty thoughts going through her head. Her skin throbs, and thereâs a familiar sensation building up in her core from the anticipation.
After waiting for the camera to be well adjusted and centered in front of the bed, with the familiar red dot announcing the recording, she turns around, removing her robe with practiced ease. The silk fabric of her robe cascades from her back, exposing her milky skin in its most perfect form. Sheâs indeed like a doll; body still untouched, announcing itâs been a while since sheâs had any fun, and her Venus dimples flare up with every step she takes towards the bed. Her curves are perfectly enhanced by her sensual walkâ she knows so, grabbing her hair out of the way so youâre able to get a clear shot of her body.
Youâre so lucky to even have the privilege of looking at her. Karina seems to think the same thing; her knowing smile turns malicious just as she sits on the bed, spreading her legs out for your delight. Playing around with her is almost a routine, by now: Karina needs something, someone to be her stress-relief, and youâre more than eager to help.
However, seeing her bare and so eager to welcome your touch was something youâd crave forever. No matter how many times it happened: youâd always be hungry for the slightest glimpse of her pretty pussy.
And it was no secret that Karina loved to show off, so you drink on her like you havenât had a single drop of liquor in ages.
It had indeed been too long.
âHow do I look, baby?â Her voice is soft, calm as she looks deep inside your eyes and taps on her pussy with two of her fingers. A small strand of wetness lingers between her fingers and her slit, and she takes her fingers forward to make a show for seconds longer. Itâs only when the strand dissipates that Karina brings her fingers into her mouth, taking them in ever so naturally. You donât even register the whine that comes from your lips once she releases them with a âbopâ, right after licking them clean.
âAbsolutely stunning.â Your answer comes in a heartbeat, which pleases her deeply. In a blink, youâre in front of her on the bed, although still careful to not cover up her frame for the camera. Not that you have to worry about that; Karina is well aware of her best angles. âAs always.â You lick your lips, eager to have your mouth on her, licking every part of her body until sheâs more than satisfied, coated with your saliva.
But you know better than to touch her without permission, so you simply wait, aware she needs more indulgence than merely a few words. You run your hands up and down her legs, ever so obedient, hoping sheâll allow you to touch her.
Instead, her fingers go up to her chest, groping her big, voluptuous breasts. Sheâs so evilâ Karina knows how obsessed you are with her boobs, âYou caused so much trouble today, Y/n⌠I shouldnât let you touch me at all.â
Her feigned innocence only adds to your desire, dampening your pussy even more. Even though youâre burning up, you canât help but be in awe by how much of a goddess she looks, and it takes everything in you to not just grab her by the ankles and suck on her clit until she was screaming and leaking white from her pussy. Still staring at you, Karina twists her nipples and moans, biting her lip as she breathes in deeply.
Youâre already throbbing yourself, and sheâs done nothing. Thatâs the amount of power she has over you.
âIâve been bad.â You nod almost eagerly, ready to do whatever she commands you to if it means youâll get to pleasure her. âCan I still have you, though? Promise to make you feel super good.â
At first look, Karina might be the most inviting one out of all of the girls, but you know better than to fall into her trap: just like her bandmates, the leader thrives on playing games, manipulating people, and fooling around. Thankfully to both you and her, youâre happy to indulge in all of her wishes. So you add, battling your lashes at her as you take off your clothes yourself, not bothering for a command on this matter. âIâll do my best for unnieâŚâ
Karinaâs eyes darken at the sight of your naked body; itâs so empowering to know sheâs just as affected by you, and she runs her fingers through your hair with practiced ease. Taking her silence as an encouragement, you lie down until your face is lined up with her soaked cunt, blowing warm, rapid breaths onto her sex.
She smiles, then, caressing your cheek before giving it a light tap. âGo get the strap, baby.â Your smile fades immediately, and you contemplate ignoring her words until sheâs changed your mind before your cheek is met with more of Karinaâs fingers, her touch stronger this time. âNow.â
You huff, muttering incoherences because sheâs such a bitch, ruining all of your plans, but still do as told, grabbing the strap without much further fussing. With the toy in hands, you return to the edge of the bed, staring at her with a puzzled look on your face.
âAre you going to use it?â You ask, curious. Taking Karinaâs cock was something you always looked forward to, and the sight of her pounding onto you was enough for your walls to clench, eager to welcome her.
Karina launches forward before you even finish your question, grabbing your thighs with practiced ease as her fingers brush your pussy. The surprise touch makes you let out a loud moan, which stirs up a laugh on the older girl.
âIf only youâd behaved today⌠I had so many things planned for us to do.â Karinaâs voice sounds almost regretful, making you kneel once again, âNo, baby. Tonightâs only about me. Now suck.â
Thereâs little time for you to think her thoughts through. Your mind goes blank, and you open your mouth to give her a show this time, reversing the roles. Always eager to please, you gag on her cock. Saliva drips onto the sheets as she shoves it down your throat, but you donât seem to care, emptying your mind to give her will over you to use you like a toy. Sheâs not sweet or slow by any meansâ Karinaâs innocent smile, welcoming posture, and puppy-like personality make a good disguise for hiding how dirty she is. Part of her tells herself itâs wrong, and thatâs why she tries to reject how much her body craves rougher actions, but the truth is that the hiding and the expectation also turn her on.
Those thoughts hover in your mind as you bob on her strap, looking at the leader through your lashes while you gather all your focus on giving your best for her. You try to look your best, and give your best for Aespaâs leader: she deserves nothing less, after all. It seems to be enough for Karina, who sighs at the sight of you staring from behind your lashes with your hair all over the place ever since her tangling hands went to your scalp, encouraging you to keep going for so long youâve lost track of time.
âBeautiful. You look so beautiful like this, baby.â She murmurs with a low, sultry tone as she takes the strap from your mouth and seals your lips in a slow kiss. Youâre starved for her; your boobs press together when you deepen the kiss, desperate for more. At this point youâre already soaked, leaving a deep, wet spot on the sheetsâ and your skin burns. âDonât be rude. Say thank you.â
Such a tease, she is. You roll your eyes at her trying to rile you up, and she laughs. âDonât even.â You mutter, rolling your eyes at her.
Karinaâs hands go to your thighs, caressing your skin as she motions for you to get up once again. âYouâre so stubborn.â She chants, adjusting the strap on you. Per her request, you lay back on the bed as soon as youâre done, somehow managing to sink under the shallow pillows.
Thereâs such a mean smirk dancing around her lips. Your cunt aches and itâs borderline painful; sweat covers your body and youâre nearly sure youâll go insane if you donât give her all the pleasure sheâs worthy of very soon. All you want is to eat her out until sheâs breathless, porcelain skin all marked begging for you to stop. Then, youâd lick her clean, making her cum so many times thereâd be plenty of milk dripping from her hole for you to drink on. All yours. Sheâs all yours to tend to.
âWhy donât you just let me do it alreadyâŚâ You whine, drawing your head back when she grabs one of your nipples and twistsâ the friction feels so good it sends a hit of pleasure straight to your pussy.
Instead of indulging your needs, Karina laughs, and thereâs a hidden mockery in her tone that only adds to your frustration. She comes close until her hips rest on your thighs, with the strap being the only thing that keeps a distance between you. Before youâre able to test her patience even more, she positions the dick on her entrance, slightly rocking back and forth so it hits deliciously against her clit.
âYou can look.â She says, grabbing your shoulders to steady herself. âBut you canât touch. Understood, baby?â
Karinaâs eyes, big and expressive, stare at you with feigned innocence as one of her hands caresses your jaw, lifting your face so youâd stare at her. Having her making such luscious sounds so close to you is like a death penalty. Karinaâs mouth hangs slightly open, and you gulp whenever she aligns the fake dick with her entrance, giving you a serious look that makes it clear that she expects an answer to her command.
A huge bitch, she is. A hot, sexy, and huge bitch. Itâs nearly impossible to stay still, but you can see the challenge in her eyes as soon as she cocks her head at you. Although her little act of defiance is silent, her intentions are as clear as day: she wants you to humiliate yourself: to beg for forgiveness so youâll maybe get granted the privilege of touching her.
So you smile back, placing your hands on your hips and doing nothing else, even if youâre itching to run your tongue all over her body. âAs you wish, unnie.â
Karina is so wet, of course she isâ itâs not hard to leave her drenched. The dick slides in easily, and she takes her time with taking down its inches. Your grip on her hips turns slightly stronger at the sight of her looking so angelical, as her big, soft boobs are all in display to your face. That earns you a censoring look, and you move your hands with another eye-roll. There's nothing more you want but to touch her.
After a few breaths, Karina finds a steady pace, bouncing on your lap. The gushing sounds of her pussy that echo through the room are nearly pornographic, and you find yourself letting out desperate whimpers, too.
âSo good.â She murmurs, lost in pleasure. Her grip on your shoulders tightens, and you feel her muscles tensing up.
You canât help itâ watching her pleasure herself is almost too much. Without much thinking, your fingers make their way to her clit, circling her hardened as you study her, testing out the waters. She lets out a gasp at the sensation, closing her eyes to enjoy the way her lower abdomen kept building up the tension. The tingling sensation increases with the rhythm of your strokes, along with her moves, and it doesnât take much further for Karina to cum.
Just as always, Karinaâs strong voice fills the room as she takes her head back, clenching her pussy once the waves of pleasure hit her with strong motions. Her entire body trembles, and she relies on you to keep her steady.
âYou look the prettiest when you cum.â You tell her, after a few moments of silence.
The laugh she lets out is weak, more like a giggle as Karina sighs deeply, carelessly throwing herself on your side of the bed. She turns to you, then, so close your noses are nearly touching, disregarding your words as if you hadnât said anything at all. âAnd you canât ever behave, can you?â
You mirror her smirk, pecking her lips before shaking your head. âYou like it that way, though.â
The two of you stay in a comfortable silence, one you donât mind at all. The girls have had some busy, tiring weeks, and you know Karina needs rest. Sheâs tiredâthey all are, so the tension relief was well welcomed by the oldest girl. Despite being all sweaty and breathless, Karina is much less anxious now that youâve helped her relax. She runs her fingers through your body, taking her time until she reaches your pussy. It delights her to feel how soaked you are: sheâs aware of the amount of power she holds over you, and the fact that youâre gulping, still throbbing yourself, is something so empowering to her.
It makes her insides tingle all over again, asking for more.
âJiminâŚâ You whine again, opening your legs to give the girl better access to your entrance. You need her to touch you or else youâll explode.
Two of her fingers enter your cunt before you can cry any further, hitting a fast pace without warning. The action is well welcomed, and you hold her wrist, motioning to go further. But Karina loves to make you frustrated; itâs almost as if she thrives on it: just like they made their way inside, her fingers are gone, and her mean smirk is back.
âYou havenât behaved at all today.â She repeats herself, laughing as she kisses your pout away. You bite her lip in response, which makes her pull your face away, although sheâs still giggling. âYouâll get nothing tonight, baby. Iâm sorry.â
You narrow your eyes at her, âYouâre such a fucking liar! Youâre not sorry at all!â
Karina turns her back to you, making a show of ignoring you as she grabs the covers just as a big yawn hits her. âGoodnight to you too, pretty. Sleep tight,â You roll your eyes, ready to give her a sneaky remark when she adds, âOh, and donât forget to turn off the camera. We donât want you running out of battery or anything, do we?â
âYouâre such a bitch.â Although you still get up and do as told, knowing sheâs partially right.
Karina waits patiently for you to return to bed, with her small eyes and big smile. The sensuality and roughness from earlier have been replaced by her usual bubbly self, which you adore just as much. It has always been amusing to you how easily it is for her to just switch back and forth from the luscious, gorgeous woman she is to her puppy personality, and you adore her either way.
You hop into her arms, humming when she fills your neck with small, wet kisses.
âYou have to behave, silly.â Is what she tells you, biting your skin gently. Youâre one to bruise easily, you both know it as much. However, you say nothing, allowing her to do as she pleases. âOtherwise you wonât get a reward.â
âWeâll see about that.â You murmur, happy to get lost in her cuddles. âI sure need something after that torture session.â
Your words cause you to be pushed back, although you know Karinaâs only joking.âOh my God! Go to sleep, Y/n. Goodnight.â
âUgh.â Is all you answer, closing your arms around her waist.
âY/n.â
âRight, right.â You sigh, âGoodnight, cutie. Can I get a kiss?â
The hand that goes through your face is enough of an answer.
âSleep. Weâll have a busy day tomorrow.â She commands.
And because itâs Karina, you obey. Youâd always hail the bandâs leader.
Your personal camgirl.
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Breakfast has always been something youâd skip if you could. Itâs a pain to wake up so early, and you need at least an hour to be somewhat presentable and another two until you can properly talk to anyone. However, the soon you leave this shitty hotel the better, so you resume sitting beside Giselle and Ningning while they talk excitedly. You chew on your bread with scrambled eggs with perhaps too much patience, still marveling at how composed they look despite running on 5 hours of sleep.
âSo, weâve got good news. Amazing news, actually. Like, the greatest news ever.â Ningningâs nearly jumping in her seat, her eyes darting from you, then Giselle, Minjeong, and finally to Karina multiple times in seconds. Yizhuo plays with her hands, nudging Karina while nearly dying of anxiety. âUnnie, would you please tell them? Go, go.â
The excitement in her tone captures enough of your attention; you, Giselle, and Minejong collectively sit up straighter, exchanging a confused look. The fact that they know as little as you do is comforting, and stirs up a nice, warm feeling of being included within your heart. The girls could be harsh and a little mean sometimes, naturally, but there are times when theyâre also very sweet.
Karina laughs, pinching Ningâs cheeks. Even though Ningning pretends she despises it, you love to baby her and spoil her rotten.
âYou can do it, Ning.â She encourages her baby girl to speak up, loving the smile that brightens up the maknaeâs lips after the command. âGo ahead, tell them what weâre doing next.â
With her leaderâs blessing, Ningning lets out a happy squeal and launches herself upwards. The upper half of her body hangs on the breakfast table as she looks around before whispering as if the topic is top-secret.
âSo, this guy approached me after our show.â She stops abruptly at your reactions, waving her hands, âHey, donât make such faces! He wasnât a weirdo or anything, I promise. Anyway, he came up and said he worked for AKT Music Ent. and that he liked our music and thought we had potential.â Ningning pauses, looking up to her leader for reassurance. Once Karina nods, giving her a knowing smile, she adds, âAnd then I told him to talk to Karina, of course, because sheâs our leader and all⌠but basically, he invited us to compete at The Box, next month. Can you believe it?â
âYouâre fucking with us.â Minjeong answers, in awe. She looks at Karina, with her mouth still slightly open in shock. âPlease tell me youâre serious. That this isnât a joke or anything.â
Karina has a proud look on her face as she nods. âItâs a thing. Weâre doing it.â
âHELL YES!â Giselle screams, laughing loudly. She reaches out her arms and squeezes you and Ningning in a tight hug, her embrace so strong itâs borderline suffocating. Not that you mindâ if anything, it fills you with warmth to be with them in their first big accomplishment. âWEâRE PLAYING IN THE BOX! OH MY FUCKING GOD. WE ARE AMAZING!â
Minjeong and Karina laugh at her reaction, just as happy from the news. Taking part in the event is an amazing opportunity for them: the mere thought of performing at the stage is enough to give them goosebumps, both of fear and excitement.
The Box is a week-long competition where the top 3 winners get a 2-year long contract, each signed with one of the Big 3 music companies of the country: SM, JYP or YG. Itâs an elite program where successful bands have gained popularity and recognition, like SNSD. Itâs set at a big, open area at the countryside and held much like a festival: the event has become more and more capitalized with every passing year. The companies make sure to hold a big show out of the entire thing, broadcasting the events that happen simultaneously 24/7â numerous interviews, commercials are shot by the participants to support the sponsors of the competition, which helps them to make their debut on national television. There are various foods, restaurants and parties being held at all times. Itâs also a great opportunity for fans of nugu bands to personally interact with them, and actually super nice to meet other bands and artists. Besides the main goal, being at the event alone is a huge honor and opportunity for the band to grow as artists. They certainly wonât take for granted.
Minjeong claps excitedly. âWe need to celebrate!â
âAbsolutely.â Giselle agrees, looking in disgust at the men who kept sitting at the nearby tables even though it was still fairly early, and the Diner was still empty. âAt home, though. Letâs get out of here, please.â
The five of you exchange a knowing look, collectively getting up at the same time as you grab your belongings and hurry to leave the shitty hotel. Your hearts are filled with pride, and you couldnât be happier for them.
âYou deserve this.â Is what you tell them, breaking the steady silence that reigned in the car. The girls look at you, all returning from dreamland.
Even though their only response is a faint hum, the satisfaction on their faces tells you they needed to hear that. âThis is only a result of your hard work. All the hours of practice, the shitty-ass places you played at before, the Noâs youâve gotten⌠Itâs going to work out, trust me.â
Karinaâs arms go to your neck, in a gentle caress as she adds, looking at her bandmates. Her best friends. âY/n is right. We got this.â
Thereâs nothing they canât do, as long as theyâre together.
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