#jinsoul x y/n

[elryuse]

The Rise Of The Tiger

Yandere Jinsoul & Vivi X Male Reader

Tags : Criminal World, Rise to Power, Dark and Gritty, Criminal AU, Mafia/Gang, Kissing, Seduction, Threesome, FFM Threesome, Biting, Teasing, Creampie Words : 11,732 Words

This is A Wonderful Fic I've Made alongside My friend @starconstruction. I feel Like, This is My wildest Fic yet, The Universe and Story feels, Right?

The night air is heavy with tension, a suffocating weight pressing down on your chest as you walk through the desolate streets of your battered hometown. The lamplight flickers weakly, casting jagged shadows that seem to claw at the crumbling walls of the buildings around you. You’ve always been someone who couldn’t look away from suffering—a flaw, maybe, but one you’ve learned to live with. Ever since the Five Monkeys tore through this town like a plague, your life has been defined by a gnawing sense of duty. If you don’t help, who will?

The screams reach you first. You freeze for a moment, your heart hammering in your chest. It’s coming from the small house at the end of the street—your friend’s home. The realization sends a surge of adrenaline coursing through you, and before you can think, your legs are moving. The closer you get, the clearer the scene becomes: a group of sneering figures looms over your friend’s family, their jeers cutting through the night like blades. The Five Monkeys. Again.

You know better than to rush into this. There are too many of them, and you’re painfully aware of the odds. But as your friend’s father is shoved to the ground, as the gang’s laughter echoes louder, something snaps inside you. You don’t care about the odds anymore.

“Hey!” your voice cuts through the chaos, drawing their attention. Their faces turn to you, twisted in mockery and disdain. You don’t wait for them to respond. You charge.

The first punch lands hard, your knuckles slamming against the jaw of the nearest thug. He stumbles back, clutching his face, and for a fleeting moment, you think you might have a chance. But then the others descend on you like a pack of wolves. Fists and boots rain down, and you can barely breathe through the pain. You hear their laughter, cruel and taunting, as they mock your futile bravery.

“Think you’re some kind of hero?” one of them sneers, his voice dripping with contempt. “You’re just another dead man walking.”

You fight back with everything you have, ignoring the searing pain in your ribs, the metallic taste of blood in your mouth. You manage to land a few hits, enough to make them stagger. For a moment, you think you’ve turned the tide. But then he steps forward—one of their leaders, a hulking figure with a cruel smile and cold eyes. He pulls a gun from his waistband, leveling it at you with an almost lazy confidence.

“Stay down, hero,” he says, his voice low and menacing. “Or I’ll make sure you stay down for good.”

You don’t stay down. You lunge at him, and the world explodes in pain. The gunshot is deafening, and your arm feels like it’s been set on fire. You stagger back, clutching your elbow, blood seeping through your fingers. The gang swarms you again, pinning you to the ground. You’re too weak to fight back now, too dazed to even try.

But then something changes. The jeers and laughter of the gang are drowned out by another sound—a roar of defiance from the townsfolk. You hear the shouts, the scuffle of feet, and then the weight pinning you down is gone. Through the haze of pain, you see them: the people of your town, finally standing up, finally fighting back. The Five Monkeys’ sneers turn to shouts of alarm as they’re overwhelmed by sheer numbers. It’s chaos, but for the first time in what feels like forever, it’s chaos in your favor.

Someone pulls you to your feet, their hands firm but gentle. You’re too disoriented to see who it is, but their voice is soft, almost soothing. “You did good,” they say, and for a moment, you feel a flicker of something like hope.

But it’s short-lived. As the gang is driven away, you catch a glimpse of a figure watching from the shadows. Their eyes are fixed on you, unblinking, their expression unreadable. There’s something about the way they look at you that makes your skin crawl, a sense of unease that you can’t shake. Then they’re gone, disappearing into the night like a ghost.

You tell yourself it’s nothing. Just another scar to add to the collection. But deep down, you know better. This isn’t over. Not by a long shot.

The morning after feels surreal. The streets are quieter now, almost unnaturally so, as if the chaos of the night before has been scrubbed away. But the scars are still there—on the faces of the people, on the broken doors and shattered windows. You step outside, your arm bound in a makeshift sling after the gunshot wound. A few of the elders greet you, their faces lined with gratitude and exhaustion.

“We owe you our lives,” one of them says, clasping your uninjured hand tightly. “For years, we’ve lived in fear, watching them tear our town apart. But last night…last night, you gave us hope.”

Another elder steps forward, carrying a small wooden box. Inside are bandages, salves, and a few meager supplies. “Let us tend to your wound properly,” she says. “You’ve done more for us than we could ever repay, but we’ll start with this.”

You sit quietly as they clean and rebind your arm, their hands steady despite their age. The pain is sharp, but you grit your teeth and bear it. It’s nothing compared to what you endured last night.

“You’re a brave young man,” the elder says as she finishes tying the bandage. “But bravery alone won’t win this fight. The Five Monkeys won’t take this lying down. They’ll come back, and they’ll come back stronger.”

The words weigh heavily on you. You’ve always known this fight would be a long one, but hearing it spoken aloud makes it feel more real. Another elder steps forward, his expression grim.

“We’re at war now,” he says. “Your stand last night was the first battle, but it won’t be the last. We’ll need reinforcements, weapons, and a plan. The Five Monkeys have ruled over us for too long, but now…now we fight back.”

The gathered townsfolk murmur in agreement. You can see the determination in their eyes, the resolve that has been born from years of oppression. They’ve had enough, and so have you.

“Rest for now,” the elder continues. “We’ll send messengers to the neighboring villages. There are others who’ve suffered under the Five Monkeys. If we stand together, we might have a chance.”

You nod, feeling the weight of responsibility settle on your shoulders. The fight isn’t over, but for the first time, it feels like you’re not fighting alone.

You wake to the sound of commotion outside your window, the murmur of voices blending with the rhythmic clang of metal. Blinking away the fog of sleep, you pull yourself up, wincing as the movement tugs at your injured arm. The sight outside is unlike anything you’ve ever seen.

A line of people stretches through the town square, men and women alike arming themselves with whatever weapons they can find. Some carry swords that look like they’ve been pulled from dusty attics, their edges dulled by time. Others fashion crude spears from sharpened sticks, while a few hold bows strung with fraying strings. A group near the edge of the square tests blowdarts, their expressions grim and focused. The atmosphere crackles with energy—a mixture of fear and determination.

The elder who tended to your wounds the day before catches sight of you and strides over, her face set in a mask of resolve. Without a word, she gestures for you to follow her. You trail behind, your steps unsteady but purposeful, until you reach the center of the square. The gathered crowd falls silent as the elder raises her hand.

“Before the Five Monkeys can regroup,” she begins, her voice carrying over the assembly, “we will strike.

The Five Monkeys sat in their dimly lit hideout, the air thick with the acrid smell of smoke and spilled liquor. Their laughter echoed off the cracked walls, a cacophony of cruelty and arrogance. Around a battered wooden table, their leaders leaned in close, speaking in hushed tones punctuated by bursts of harsh cackling.

“This town thought they could get one over on us,” snarled Vick, a wiry man with a scar cutting across his cheek. He slammed a dagger into the table for emphasis. “We’ll show them what happens when you bite the hand that rules you.”

“Let’s make it fun,” chimed in Danny, his grin revealing yellowed teeth. “Break their bones one by one, make their kids watch. Let them beg before we burn the place to the ground.”

The others howled in agreement, banging their fists on the table. A woman with a shaved head and a snake tattoo coiled around her neck leaned back in her chair, her lips curling into a sinister smirk. “They think they’ve won,” she drawled. “But tomorrow, we’ll remind them who owns this dump.”

As the gang continued to plot their gruesome revenge, they were blissfully unaware of the figures crouched in the darkness just beyond their hideout. The townsfolk had followed the gang back to their lair, moving silently through the shadows, their makeshift weapons clutched tightly in their hands.

You stood among them, your injured arm bound but your resolve unshaken. From your vantage point, you could see the flickering light of the Five Monkeys’ hideout and hear every vile word of their conversation. Your jaw clenched as their cruel laughter grated against your ears, but you kept your breathing steady. This wasn’t the time to lose focus.

Beside you, one of the younger townsmen shifted, his grip on a rusty blade tightening. He started to rise, his face twisted with anger, but you pressed a firm hand against his shoulder, stopping him.

“Not yet,” you whispered, your voice a low growl. “They’re drunk and distracted now, but we’ll wait until they’re asleep. Then we strike. No one escapes.”

The man hesitated, then nodded, his anger giving way to grim understanding. Around you, the others watched in tense silence, their eyes glinting with the same fire that burned in your chest. You had no intention of showing mercy to the people who had torn your town apart. But this attack would be clean, efficient—a swift vengeance delivered under the cover of night.

Hours passed, the forest around the hideout alive with the subtle rustle of the townsfolk shifting in anticipation. Inside, the Five Monkeys’ laughter began to fade, replaced by drunken murmurs and the occasional clatter of a falling bottle. One by one, the lights in the hideout winked out.

This was your moment.

Rising from your crouch, you signaled to the others, your eyes hard as steel. The crowd moved as one, their steps muffled against the soft earth. You could feel the collective fury radiating off them, a silent promise that no one in that hideout would leave it alive.

As you approached the entrance, you took a deep breath, steadying yourself for what was to come. This wasn’t just a fight. It was justice—a reckoning for years of torment, a message to anyone who dared to follow in the Five Monkeys’ footsteps.

With a silent nod, you gave the signal to begin.

The Five Monkeys sat in their hideout, the dim light of their lanterns casting eerie shadows on the cracked walls. Their laughter was coarse and ugly, punctuated by the clinking of bottles and the metallic clang of knives being sharpened. Around a worn-out table, they leaned in close, their faces twisted with smug amusement as they hatched their cruel plans.

“Let’s see how brave they are when we drag their elders through the streets,” sneered Vick, his fingers idly spinning a blade on the tabletop. “Bet they’ll be begging us to stop.”

“Burn their fields,” Danny chimed in, his voice gleeful. “Leave ‘em starving. That’ll teach them not to mess with us.”

“Starving?” A woman with a snake tattoo around her neck leaned back with a sneer. “I say we torch the whole damn place. Leave nothing but ash.”

The gang erupted into laughter, their voices a chorus of malice. None of them noticed the silent figures crouched in the dark outside their hideout, hidden in the tall grass and trees. The townsfolk had followed them, moving with purpose, their weapons ready. Among them, you knelt at the forefront, your eyes locked on the hideout with a burning intensity.

One of the younger men beside you, gripping a crude blade, started to shift forward, his anger boiling over. You grabbed his arm firmly, shaking your head. “Not yet,” you hissed. “Let them drink, let them boast. When they sleep, we’ll move.”

The man hesitated, then nodded, his breathing shallow. Around you, the rest of the group waited, their determination palpable. The Five Monkeys, oblivious to the danger creeping toward them, continued their debauchery late into the night.

The hours dragged on, but you held your position, waiting for the right moment. The lantern light from the hideout began to dim as the gang members stumbled to their makeshift beds, their boasts giving way to the heavy sounds of drunken snores.

The night air was cool against your skin, carrying the faint rustle of leaves. You turned to the gathered townsfolk, meeting their eyes one by one. They looked to you for guidance, their trust unwavering. With a single nod, you gave the signal.

The group moved as one, silent and deadly, advancing on the hideout with the precision of a predator stalking its prey. The first breach was quick—a few men slipping inside to disable the sentries. You followed close behind, your heart pounding in your chest but your resolve unshaken.

The attack began in earnest. Blades flashed in the dim light, muffled cries escaping from the sleeping forms of the gang. It was chaos, but it was controlled—a calculated, brutal vengeance. The Five Monkeys awoke to the sound of their own screams, their confusion quickly replaced by terror as the townsfolk descended upon them.

One by one, they fell. Blood painted the walls, the floor, even the ceiling, as crude weapons met flesh. The gang's groans of pain and cries for mercy were drowned out by the determination of the attackers. You moved among them like a shadow, your own weapon finding its mark over and over.

This was no mere battle—it was an execution. The Five Monkeys, so confident in their power, were utterly overwhelmed. Their hideout became their tomb.

As the last of the gang fell, you stood in the center of the carnage, your chest heaving, your weapon slick with blood. Around you, the townsfolk began to gather, their faces pale but victorious. For a moment, there was silence, broken only by the distant rustle of the wind through the trees.

Then, the elder stepped forward, her expression grim but satisfied. “It’s done,” she said softly, her voice carrying the weight of years of pain and suffering. “They’ll never hurt anyone again.”

You nodded, wiping the blood from your blade. But even as the sense of victory began to settle over the group, you couldn’t shake the feeling that this was only the beginning. The Five Monkeys were finished, but the fight for your town was far from over.

The walk back to the town felt surreal, the cool night air brushing against your bloodstained clothes. Around you, the townsfolk marched in silence, their faces marked by both relief and grim satisfaction. It was done. The Five Monkeys were no more.

When the lights of the town hall came into view, the silence broke. Cheers erupted, a thunderous wave of gratitude and joy sweeping through the gathered crowd. People rushed forward, clapping your shoulder, shaking your hand, their faces glowing with admiration. They called your name over and over, their voices full of reverence.

“No one dead!” someone shouted from the crowd. “We didn’t lose a single soul!”

The realization struck you then, a warm wave of relief washing over the cold detachment you had carried through the fight. Not a single townsperson had died tonight, and it felt like a miracle—a testament to their courage and the unity that had driven them to take back their lives.

At the steps of the town hall, the elder who had tended to your wounds stood waiting. Her eyes, lined with the wisdom of many years, were wet with unshed tears. As you approached, she took your hands in hers, her grip firm and steady despite her trembling frame.

“You have done what none of us dared to do,” she said, her voice thick with emotion. “You’ve not only defended this town—you’ve given us back our hope, our strength. Tonight, Joseol is reborn.”

She pulled you into an embrace, her frail arms holding you tightly. The crowd roared their approval, their cheers rising into the night sky. When she finally let you go, she stepped to the top of the steps, raising her hands to quiet the celebration.

Her voice carried through the crowd, strong and resolute. “For years, we have lived in fear, cowering before those who sought to tear us apart. But no longer. Tonight, we proved that the strength of our town does not lie in its walls or its buildings. It lies in us—in our unity, our courage, and our refusal to bow to oppression.”

The crowd murmured in agreement, their faces alight with determination. The elder’s gaze swept over them, her voice rising. “Joseol is no longer a town for the weak. We are strong together. And at the heart of that strength stands the one who showed us the way.”

She turned to you, a proud smile spreading across her weathered face. “From this day forward, let it be known: we are guided by the Tiger of the North!”

The cheers that erupted shook the very ground beneath your feet. People chanted your name, their voices blending into a chorus of unbridled gratitude and admiration. They surged forward, surrounding you with embraces, handshakes, and words of thanks. You stood at the center of it all, a strange mixture of pride and humility swelling in your chest.

You had never sought recognition, never imagined yourself as a leader. But as the people of Joseol looked to you with unwavering faith, you realized that this was your place now. You were their symbol of hope, their shield against the darkness.

The elder raised her hands again, her voice cutting through the noise. “Tonight, we celebrate. But tomorrow, we prepare. Joseol has reclaimed its strength, but the world beyond our borders is still harsh and unforgiving. We must be ready for whatever comes next.”

The crowd nodded, their cheers giving way to murmurs of agreement. You met the elder’s eyes, a silent understanding passing between you. The fight wasn’t over—not yet. But for tonight, at least, you allowed yourself to feel the weight of their gratitude and the warmth of their cheers.

For tonight, you were the Tiger of the North.

The town of Joseol buzzed with life once more, the rubble of the past replaced by new walls, fortified gates, and an air of resilience that hung thick in the streets. Under your leadership, the townsfolk had worked tirelessly to rebuild not just their homes but also their spirits. Yet, even as the sun shone brightly over the repaired town square, you couldn't shake the growing unease in your chest.

Trouble was brewing beyond Joseol’s borders. The fall of the Five Monkeys hadn’t just restored peace to your town—it had made you infamous. The story of the "Tiger of the North" had spread far and wide, catching the attention of figures far more dangerous than you had ever faced. Among them were two formidable criminal organizations, each as deadly as the other, each drawn to Joseol for their own reasons.

Lavien Blu: The Shadow of Death

The Laviens were a ghost story made real. Whispered tales of their poison-coated weapons and unseen assassins had reached every corner of the region. Their leader, Lady Jinsoul, was a woman cloaked in mystery, her name synonymous with ruthlessness and brilliance. She ruled from the shadows, her influence stretching like venom through the veins of every city she touched.

Jinsoul’s poison wasn't just in her weapons—it was in her words, her strategies, her ability to manipulate even her enemies into serving her ends. The Laviens were her devoted flock, their loyalty unshakable, their training brutal. They lived and died by her word, and in return, she gave them power beyond measure.

Sitting in her private chamber atop a grand but concealed fortress, Jinsoul swirled a glass of dark wine, her lips curling into a sly smile as a messenger recounted the tale of the Tiger of the North.

“Interesting,” she purred, her voice smooth as silk yet laced with danger. “A hero who rises from nothing to topple a gang… A man beloved by his people, brave enough to face death itself. Such a creature must be either exceedingly foolish or exceedingly clever.”

One of her lieutenants, a wiry man with eyes like a hawk, stepped forward. “Shall we investigate, Lady Jinsoul?”

“Oh, we will do more than investigate,” she replied, setting the glass down with deliberate care. “Joseol is a candle in the dark, and I intend to see how brightly it burns. The Tiger will learn that even the fiercest predator is not immune to poison.”

Gangnam Dragon: The Unyielding Force

In stark contrast to the shadowy finesse of Lavien Blu, the Gangnam Dragons were a storm—loud, violent, and impossible to ignore. They operated openly, their numbers bolstered by sheer strength and their brutal reputation. Their leader, Vivi, the self-proclaimed Queen of Gangnam, was as imposing as her organization. Known for her physical prowess and unrelenting will, Vivi had built an empire by recruiting the strongest fighters, pitting them against one another to ensure only the best remained.

She ruled not with fear but with an unbreakable code of loyalty and respect. Her followers adored her, viewing her not as a tyrant but as a warrior queen who led them from the frontlines.

In the heart of Gangnam, within a lavish yet functional compound adorned with trophies of her countless victories, Vivi stood before a map. Her piercing eyes scanned the lines and symbols marking territories, her expression thoughtful. Around her, a group of men and women—each more physically imposing than the last—waited for her word.

“The Tiger of the North,” Vivi mused, her voice low and commanding. “A man who’s rallied an entire town and brought down the Five Monkeys. Strength like that deserves to be tested.”

One of her captains, a towering brute with a scar running down his face, grunted in agreement. “Shall we pay him a visit, Queen Vivi?”

She smiled, a rare expression that combined warmth and menace. “Not yet. A tiger’s worth is measured not in words but in battle. Let him grow stronger, let him think himself untouchable. Then, we’ll see if he’s worthy of the title.”

Back in Joseol, the first whispers of these two organizations reached you like the first drops of rain before a storm. Travelers passing through told tales of poison-wielding assassins and brute-force warriors taking an interest in the Tiger of the North. The elders noticed your growing tension and pulled you aside for a council meeting.

“We cannot fight them,” one elder said, his voice heavy with worry. “Not the Laviens, not the Dragons. They’re too powerful.”

Another elder shook her head. “We’ve underestimated our enemies before, and it cost us dearly. We must prepare.”

You listened in silence, your jaw tight. These weren’t ordinary foes—they were forces of nature, each with its own brand of terror. But you had faced impossible odds before, and you weren’t about to cower now.

That night, as you stood on the town walls, gazing into the dark expanse beyond, you couldn’t shake the feeling that eyes were watching you, waiting for the right moment to strike. The breeze carried with it a sense of foreboding, a chill that cut deeper than any wound.

The scene shifts to a shadowy figure lurking at the edge of the forest, a Lavien scout observing Joseol through a small spyglass. Her hand rested on a dagger coated in a shimmering black liquid, her lips curling into a smirk. “So this is the Tiger’s den,” she whispered before retreating into the night.

Elsewhere, a group of Gangnam warriors sat around a roaring fire, their laughter echoing into the wilderness. One of them slammed his fist on the ground, a wicked grin on his face. “Let’s see if this Tiger can roar louder than the Dragons.”

Far away, two queens plotted their moves, each with their own vision of what the Tiger of the North would become. In the days to come, Joseol would not just face danger—it would face a reckoning.

The dimly lit alley buzzed with tension as two figures stood at opposite ends, their presence suffocating, their reputations enough to make the bravest souls tremble. The sharp click of heels echoed as Vivi, the Queen of Gangnam, strode forward with casual elegance, her fitted suit a stark contrast against the grimy backdrop of the city outskirts. She reached into her pocket, pulling out a cigarette, and lit it with practiced ease. The flame briefly illuminated her sharp features and piercing eyes before she exhaled a cloud of smoke, her gaze fixed on the shadowed figure nearby.

In the corner of the alley, Lady Jinsoul leaned against the wall with feline grace, her expression unreadable. Her dark, flowing cloak blended seamlessly with the shadows, but her piercing gaze shone like daggers in the dim light. She didn’t move as Vivi made herself comfortable, the faint glow of the cigarette tip casting fleeting light on the tension between them.

“You’re here for him too, aren’t you?” Jinsoul’s voice was soft, almost mocking, as she finally broke the silence. She crossed one leg over the other, her posture relaxed yet calculated. The cunning glint in her eyes betrayed her calm demeanor.

Vivi let out a low chuckle, taking another drag from her cigarette before blowing the smoke upward in a slow, deliberate stream. “He’s interesting, isn’t he? Tiger of the North…” she said, her words laced with a mix of curiosity and amusement. “It’s not often someone manages to grab my attention, but this one… he’s something else.”

Jinsoul’s lips curved into a faint smile, though there was no warmth in it. “Interesting, indeed. But let’s not pretend, Gangnam. I know why you’re really here.” She tilted her head slightly, her sharp gaze locking onto Vivi. “I suggest you back off. He’s mine.”

The Queen of Gangnam raised an eyebrow, her amusement growing. “Yours?” she echoed, the word rolling off her tongue like a challenge. “Possessive, aren’t we? I didn’t take you for someone who claimed things so easily, Jinsoul.”

Jinsoul straightened, her movements fluid and deliberate as she stepped into the dim light. “I don’t claim anything that isn’t worth my time,” she replied coolly. “But this Tiger… he intrigues me. His strength, his resolve. It’s rare to find someone who doesn’t crumble under pressure. And that makes him valuable.”

Vivi smirked, tapping the ash from her cigarette onto the ground. “Valuable, sure. But is he strong enough to survive what’s coming?” Her voice carried a hint of a challenge, as though daring Jinsoul to prove her claim. “I’ve seen plenty of men who think they’re untouchable. Most of them are six feet under now.”

“And yet, you’re here,” Jinsoul countered, her voice dripping with amusement. “Does that mean you think he’s more than just a man?”

For a moment, Vivi was silent, her expression unreadable. Then she flicked the cigarette to the ground, crushing it beneath her heel with a deliberate motion. “I think he’s worth seeing for myself,” she said finally, her tone cool and detached. “But don’t mistake my curiosity for submission, Jinsoul. You may think he’s yours, but if he’s truly strong, he’ll choose his own path. And if he’s not…” She shrugged, her lips curling into a dangerous smile. “Well, you won’t have to worry about me getting in your way.”

Jinsoul’s eyes narrowed, her smile fading into a thin line. “You’re playing a dangerous game, Gangnam,” she said softly, her voice carrying a subtle edge. “One misstep, and you’ll regret crossing me.”

“Dangerous is what I do best,” Vivi replied, turning on her heel. She waved a hand dismissively as she walked away, her confidence radiating with every step. “Good luck, Jinsoul. May the best woman win.”

Jinsoul watched her go, her mind already calculating. She knew this wasn’t the last she’d see of the Queen of Gangnam, and she knew Vivi wouldn’t back down easily. But Jinsoul wasn’t one to be outmaneuvered. If Vivi wanted to play this game, she’d find out just how deadly the Lady of Lavien Blu could be.

As the shadows swallowed her once more, Jinsoul’s smile returned, colder and sharper than before. “The Tiger of the North,” she murmured to herself. “Let’s see if you can handle the wolves at your door.”

As Jinsoul approached the outskirts of Joseol, a flicker of unease crept into her usually calculated mind. She had expected to see a broken town, a crumbling relic of desperation barely held together by its emboldened but naive people. Instead, what greeted her was something entirely different.

Massive stone walls towered high into the sky, encircling the town like an impenetrable fortress. Watchtowers jutted out at intervals along the walls, each manned by vigilant guards armed with crossbows and cannons. Their eyes swept over the horizon with precision, their stances exuding discipline that hinted at rigorous training.

Jinsoul halted in her tracks, her hand instinctively gripping the hilt of her dagger as her eyes scanned the scene. This… isn’t right, she thought, her sharp mind already piecing together the implications of what she saw. The town wasn’t just fortified; it was thriving. The streets inside the gates buzzed with activity. Townsfolk moved with purpose, their heads held high. Soldiers patrolled in organized formations, their armor polished to a sheen.

Her lips parted slightly in disbelief as she spotted artillery lined strategically along the inner walls—catapults, ballistae, and even strange, smoke-belching machines that appeared to be experimental siege engines. How? she wondered. How could they have grown this strong so quickly?

And then her thoughts shifted to him. The Tiger of the North. His image burned in her mind—a man whose strength had already defied her expectations. And now, seeing what he had built, her obsession deepened.

Her heart raced, not with fear, but with an intoxicating mixture of intrigue and desire. She wanted him. Not just as an ally, but as hers, entirely and without question. He was no longer a mere symbol of rebellion or strength. He was power personified, and she would stop at nothing to have him by her side.

“This changes everything,” Jinsoul murmured to herself, her tone laced with both awe and determination. Her fingers relaxed on her dagger as a sly smile curved her lips. “I was right to come here. But now… now, I’ll make him mine, no matter what it takes.”

Vivi leaned against the wooden post of a quiet marketplace stall, her sharp eyes sweeping over the bustling streets of Joseol. At first, she’d blended into the crowd with ease, her tailored coat and confident stride allowing her to pass as a simple traveler. She had expected to find a town clinging to life, its people still bearing the scars of years under the Five Monkeys’ rule.

But what she found instead left her stunned.

The town was alive. Not just alive—thriving. Everywhere she looked, there were signs of prosperity and strength. Merchants called out their wares in lively voices, their stalls stocked with goods that suggested flourishing trade routes. Families walked the streets with smiles on their faces, children running freely without fear. It was as if the torment that had once plagued this place had been wiped away entirely.

But it wasn’t just the life of the town that caught Vivi’s attention—it was the sheer military presence.

Her eyes narrowed as she observed patrols of guards marching with precision, their movements sharp and practiced. They were clad in armor that looked custom-forged, their weapons polished and well-maintained. Massive artillery installations lined the inner perimeter, positioned with a strategist’s eye for defense.

As she continued her quiet reconnaissance, her jaw clenched slightly. This wasn’t the Joseol I expected, she thought. This isn’t some small, vulnerable town. This is a fortress. A stronghold.

Vivi made her way toward an open training yard near the town square, careful to keep to the shadows. What she saw there only deepened her shock. Rows of soldiers sparred with deadly focus, their movements honed to perfection. A commander barked orders from the sidelines, and the soldiers responded with a synchronization that reminded Vivi of her own Gangnam recruits—except these were more disciplined, more cohesive.

She couldn’t help but let out a low whistle under her breath. “Well, well,” she murmured to herself, her voice tinged with admiration. “The Tiger of the North didn’t just survive—he built an empire.”

Vivi leaned back against the cool stone wall of the alley, her mind racing. The man she had thought might be an impulsive rebel was proving to be something far more formidable. This wasn’t the work of a desperate town clinging to scraps of hope. This was the work of a visionary leader.

Her lips curled into a sly smile, though there was no denying the flicker of unease beneath her confidence. “Looks like I underestimated you, Tiger,” she mused quietly. “But let’s see if you’re as good at holding onto power as you are at building it.”

For now, Vivi decided to keep her presence quiet, observing and gathering as much information as possible. She had come to Joseol to test its so-called leader, to see if he was worth her attention. And now, more than ever, she was determined to see the man behind the name—the Tiger of the North.

Jinsoul’s fingers trembled as she pressed a cloth soaked in medicinal herbs against the gash on her arm. The pain was sharp, a constant reminder of her failure. She leaned back against the cold wall of the ruined tavern she’d taken refuge in, her breath uneven and shallow. Her army, her proud Lavien Blu, had been decimated.

The attack had started with confidence. Jinsoul had marched her people toward Joseol, armed with her deadliest poisons and the cunning strategies that had never failed her before. But she hadn’t counted on Joseol being prepared—meticulously so. They had studied her poisons, created countermeasures that neutralized her deadliest creations before they could even take effect. Her soldiers were struck down by Joseol’s precision, and her lines collapsed before she could even implement her fallback plan.

She had retreated, her heart heavy with a mix of fury and bitter admiration. He planned for me, she thought. He knew exactly how to dismantle me.

But retreat wasn’t the end. Jinsoul clenched her jaw, her gaze burning with determination. She had never let defeat stop her before, and she wouldn’t let it stop her now. She had to have him—the Tiger of the North. If anything, this defeat only made her desire for him grow stronger. I’ll come back, she vowed. And next time, I won’t lose.

Vivi’s hands gripped the edge of the table, her knuckles white with pressure. Around her, what was left of her once-mighty Gangnam Dragon army lay in disarray. Soldiers groaned as medics worked to patch their wounds, while others simply sat in stunned silence, the defeat etched into their faces.

Vivi herself hadn’t escaped unscathed. A cut ran along her cheek, the sting of it matched only by the burning rage in her chest. She had expected to march into Joseol and crush them with sheer brute force, as she had done with countless other towns before. But Joseol had been ready.

Their advanced weaponry had torn through her soldiers’ armor with horrifying precision. The walls of the fortress were impenetrable, and their artillery rained hell on her forces before they could even reach the gates. It had been a slaughter, and she had been powerless to stop it.

She exhaled sharply, the frustration bubbling to the surface. “That damn Tiger,” she hissed under her breath. He outplayed me. He outmaneuvered me. She slammed her fist against the table, the sound echoing in the room. But I’m not done yet. No one embarrasses me like this and gets away with it.

The moon hung low in the sky, its light casting a pale glow over the ruined outskirts where Jinsoul had taken refuge. She leaned against the wall of the alley, her thoughts consumed by strategies for revenge, when the sound of heavy boots against stone broke her concentration.

Vivi stepped into view, her coat still stained with the blood and dirt of battle. She walked with purpose, though there was a slight limp in her stride. Her eyes immediately locked onto Jinsoul’s, narrowing in recognition.

Jinsoul smirked, her lips curling as she let out a low chuckle. “Well, well. Look who it is,” she said, her voice laced with mockery. “He beat you good, huh?”

Vivi glared at her, her expression darkening. “Shut up,” she snapped. She reached into her coat pocket and pulled out a cigarette, lighting it with a flick of her lighter. Taking a long drag, she exhaled the smoke slowly before adding, “He got you too, didn’t he?”

The smirk fell from Jinsoul’s face, and her chuckle died in her throat. She shifted her weight against the wall, crossing her arms. “Yeah, well… maybe. But at least I didn’t lose as badly as you did.”

Vivi turned toward her fully, her cigarette hanging loosely between her fingers. “Don’t flatter yourself,” she shot back. “You’re licking your wounds just like me.”

For a moment, the alley was silent, the tension between them palpable. And then, unexpectedly, Jinsoul laughed—a sharp, bitter sound. “Guess we’re both pathetic right now,” she admitted, her tone begrudging.

Vivi’s lips quirked upward in the faintest hint of a smirk. “Guess so.”

Jinsoul tilted her head, studying Vivi with a mixture of curiosity and amusement. “So, what’s your plan, Dragon Queen? Going to run back to Gangnam and cry about it?”

Vivi flicked the ash from her cigarette, her gaze steady. “No. I’m going to rebuild. I’m going to get stronger. And then I’m going to take that fortress and that damn Tiger for myself.”

Jinsoul raised an eyebrow, a glimmer of respect flickering in her eyes. “You’re not the only one with that idea,” she said.

Vivi took another drag of her cigarette, exhaling slowly. “Then I guess it’s a race,” she said. Her tone was calm, but there was an undercurrent of steel in her voice.

Jinsoul pushed off the wall, stepping closer until she was only a few feet away from Vivi. “Fine by me,” she said, her smile returning. “But just so you know—he’s mine.”

Vivi’s smirk widened, her eyes glinting with challenge. “We’ll see about that.”

The two women stood there for a moment longer, their rivalry simmering in the night air. Then, without another word, they turned and walked away, each heading back to their respective territories. Both were battered, both were furious, and both were more determined than ever to claim the Tiger of the North for themselves.

The moonlight flickered through the trees as Jinsoul and Vivi crept through the shadowed streets of Joseol. Their footsteps were silent, their movements fluid, a testament to the years of training they’d both endured. As enemies, they had been fierce; as allies, they were now a force to be reckoned with. Their plan had been set into motion, and the thrill of what lay ahead burned in their veins.

Jinsoul glanced at Vivi, her eyes gleaming with a mixture of excitement and something more dangerous—a hunger for power that mirrored the one Vivi herself felt. "Do you really think we can pull this off?" Jinsoul whispered, her voice barely audible, blending into the night.

Vivi, who had been walking slightly ahead, turned to meet her gaze. Her face, still marked with the remnants of battle, was set in determination. "We’ve already passed the first test. We can’t afford to doubt now."

They had spent the past few days slowly weaving their way into the town's fabric, playing their parts perfectly. Jinsoul’s poisoned tongue had worked wonders on the local tavern owners and guards, offering them subtle deals, while Vivi’s quiet presence had been the perfect cover. They were like ghosts, blending in, gathering information, and waiting for the right moment.

And now, that moment had arrived.

Their target—the Tiger of the North’s den—lay ahead. It was a sprawling fortress of stone, surrounded by high walls and thick guard patrols. But no defense was too formidable for two of the most cunning women in the land.

The path to the Tiger’s den had been carefully scouted, every guard position noted, every weak point observed. The two had worked like clockwork, passing through the outer layers of security, unseen and unnoticed. It was as if the entire town was unaware of the storm that had been quietly building inside their walls.

And now, the Tiger’s sanctuary was within reach.

Jinsoul's lips curled into a sly smile as they approached the inner courtyard. "There it is," she murmured, her fingers twitching at her side, itching for the moment of confrontation. "His lair. His weakness."

Vivi nodded, her expression unreadable. "We just need to slip inside and wait. Once he’s vulnerable, we strike."

They had been plotting this for days, but now that the moment had come, the weight of what they were about to do began to settle on their shoulders. But the urge to finally have what they desired—the Tiger—was overwhelming.

They entered the den, carefully stepping into the shadows. The room was lavish, yet simple, a space that spoke of power, but also of someone who knew how to live with it comfortably. It was dimly lit, with only the faintest glow from the hearth casting shadows across the stone floor.

Jinsoul and Vivi moved like whispers, barely making a sound as they slipped closer to the Tiger’s bed. He was lying there, his breathing slow and steady. The Tiger of the North—his figure was imposing even in rest, muscles taut beneath the sheets, his broad chest rising and falling rhythmically.

Jinsoul paused, her fingers lingering just above her dagger’s hilt. Her eyes flickered toward Vivi, who was already taking a slow, deliberate step closer to the bed. The tension between them was palpable, each woman driven by their own desire—Jinsoul’s to claim him, and Vivi’s to see if he could truly be the man she’d underestimated.

For a moment, neither moved. The plan had always been to get close first, to wait for the opportune moment to strike, or perhaps to turn the tables and make the Tiger a willing ally.

But as they stood there, the air thick with unspoken thoughts, something else began to take hold.

Vivi's hand, which had been steady just moments before, faltered slightly as she gazed at the Tiger. There was a flicker of uncertainty in her eyes, something she hadn’t expected to feel. She glanced at Jinsoul, who seemed just as poised as ever.

"Do we kill him now?" Vivi whispered, her voice low but carrying a weight of conflict.

Jinsoul's eyes flickered with amusement. "Not yet. We’ve come too far to simply end it here. Let's see what he does. Let’s play the game, together. We can control this. We’ll make him think he has a choice."

Vivi hesitated, but the fire of revenge quickly reignited in her chest. "Alright. We do it your way." The words came out with a controlled coldness, but beneath it, she was already calculating her next move.

They moved closer, the proximity to the Tiger both thrilling and terrifying. In the quiet of the room, the faint sound of his breathing was the only noise as the two women, united in their purpose, stood on the precipice of the ultimate test. Would the Tiger of the North be their downfall, or would he become their most valuable weapon?

As Jinsoul gently traced a finger across the edge of the bed, she leaned in closer to Vivi, her voice soft but insistent. "We’ve come this far, Dragon Queen. Together, we’ll decide what happens next."

Vivi’s lips twitched into a smile, the challenge still clear in her eyes. "Together, huh? We’ll see who gets to claim him first."

You wake with a start, your senses immediately on high alert, a strange tension hanging in the air. The warmth of the hearth is the only comfort in the otherwise dim room. But something’s off.

As your eyes slowly adjust to the shadows, you spot them. Two women, standing at the foot of your bed, their eyes locked onto you.

The first woman is striking—a dark-haired beauty whose gaze is as sharp as a blade. You can feel the weight of her stare, the hunger in her eyes, like she’s sizing you up, trying to decide if you're worth the trouble. You know her name—Jinsoul. The one who’s known for her poisons, her cunning. The one who’s never met a plan she couldn’t twist to her advantage.

The second woman, Vivi, stands beside her, just as dangerous but in a different way. There’s something wild in her eyes, something that challenges you without a word. You’ve heard of her—Dragon Queen. The name alone speaks of her power, her ruthlessness. She’s no stranger to bloodshed.

Both women are still, their presence suffocating, as if they’re waiting for you to make the first move. They stand there, with desire and danger practically radiating off them. Their gaze holds not just lust, but something far more calculated.

The question burns in your mind: How did they get in? How did they get past your guards, past every layer of security you’ve built?

Your muscles tense, but you don’t move. You’re no stranger to danger, and this moment doesn’t intimidate you—it intrigues you. The game has just begun, and you're already calculating your next move.

“You’re awake.” The voice was low, velvety, and laced with a dangerous sweetness that sent a shiver down your spine. You blinked, the haze of sleep clinging to you like a heavy blanket, but your instincts were already screaming. Something was wrong. Very wrong.

Your eyes focused on the figure leaning against the footboard of the bed, her silhouette sharp against the dim glow of the hearth. Jinsoul. Her lips curled into a smirk, her eyes gleaming with a predatory light. Beside her, Vivi stood, her arms crossed, her gaze unwavering. The Dragon Queen’s presence was unmistakable—a quiet storm waiting to unleash.

“How—?” you started, but Jinsoul interrupted with a soft, mocking laugh.

“How did we get in? Oh, Tiger of the North, you really should invest in better guards.” She stepped closer, her movements deliberate, like a cat circling its prey. “But then again, I’ve always found broken systems… entertaining.”

Your hand twitched toward the dagger hidden beneath your pillow, but Vivi was faster. In a flash, she was at your side, her hand clamping down on your wrist with surprising strength. Her breath brushed against your ear as she leaned in, her voice cold and commanding. “Don’t.”

The tension in the room was palpable, thick enough to choke on. You were trapped, two powerful women looming over you, their intentions unclear but undeniably dangerous.

It had started hours ago, though you hadn’t known it then. Jinsoul and Vivi had been watching you for days, studying your routines, your weaknesses. They’d moved like shadows, slipping through the cracks in your fortress’s defenses, their minds already set on their goal.

“You’re sure about this?” Vivi had asked, her voice low as they crouched in the darkness outside your walls. The moonlight caught the sharp angles of her face, highlighting the determination in her eyes.

Jinsoul had smirked, her fingers twirling a lock of dark hair. “When have I ever been wrong? He’s arrogant. Thinks he’s untouchable. That’s what makes him so… delicious.”

Vivi had frowned, her gaze flickering toward the fortress. “Arrogance can be dangerous.”

“So can we,” Jinsoul had countered, her tone light but laced with steel. “Besides, isn’t that why you’re here? To prove you’re the Dragon Queen? To show him you’re not just some girl from Gangnam?”

Vivi’s jaw had tightened, but she hadn’t argued. Together, they’d slipped into the fortress, their movements synchronized, their goals aligned—for now.

Back in the room, Jinsoul’s smirk widened as she leaned down, her face inches from yours. “You know, you’re quite the prize,” she purred, her fingers trailing along the edge of the bed. “The Tiger of the North. The man everyone fears. And yet, here you are, at our mercy.”

You glared up at her, your mind racing. “What do you want?”

Vivi’s grip on your wrist tightened, but it was Jinsoul who answered. “What do we want?” she echoed, her voice dripping with mockery. “Oh, Tiger, isn’t it obvious? We want you.”

The words hung in the air, charged with a tension that was impossible to ignore. Your heart pounded in your chest, your body caught between fight and flight. But there was something else, too—a strange, undeniable pull. These women, these predators, were unlike anyone you’d ever faced.

Jinsoul’s hand slipped beneath the sheets, her fingers brushing against your thigh. “You’ve been a thorn in our sides for far too long,” she murmured, her tone as sweet as poison. “But don’t worry. We’re not here to kill you. Not yet.”

Vivi’s grip loosened slightly, her other hand moving to your chest, her touch surprisingly gentle. “We’re here to see who you really are,” she said, her voice low and steady. “To see if you’re worth the trouble.”

You swallowed hard, your body betraying you as a spark of heat flickered in your core. These women were dangerous, but there was something undeniably alluring about their confidence, their control.

Jinsoul leaned in closer, her lips brushing against your ear. “So, Tiger,” she whispered, her breath hot against your skin. “Are you going to play along? Or are we going to have to… convince you?”

Before you could answer, Vivi’s lips claimed yours, her kiss fierce and demanding. Her hands were on you, her touch burning through the thin fabric of your shirt. You could feel her dominance, her need to claim. And then Jinsoul was there too, her teeth nipping at your neck, leaving a mark that would linger long after she was gone.

The room spun, your senses overwhelmed by the two women who had you completely at their mercy. Jinsoul’s laugh was low and throaty as she pulled back, her eyes dark with hunger. “Looks like we have our answer.”

Vivi’s lips curved into a smirk, her fingers tangling in your hair. “Now, let’s see if you can keep up.”

Their hands were everywhere, their touches fierce and possessive, and as the firelight flickered across the room, you realized something: this wasn’t just a game. This was a battle. And you were determined to come out on top.

“So, Tiger,” Jinsoul whispered, her breath hot against your skin. “Who’s going to win? You… or us?”

Your heart raced as their hands roamed, their lips claiming territory, marking you as theirs. And yet, beneath the heat and the danger, there was something else—something that made your pulse quicken even more. These women, these predators, weren’t just here to take. They were here to own.

And as their touches grew more insistent, their breaths more ragged, you realized something else: you didn’t want to escape. You wanted to win.

“Well?” Vivi’s voice was a whisper, her lips brushing against yours. “What’s it going to be?”

You didn’t answer. Instead, you reached for her, your fingers tangling in her hair as you pulled her back into a kiss. Jinsoul’s laugh echoed in your ear, her hands moving lower, and as the firelight danced across the room, you knew one thing for certain: this was just the beginning.

The room was alive with the sound of heavy breaths and the crackling fire, the air thick with desire and danger. Jinsoul’s hands were everywhere—her nails raked down your chest, leaving faint red lines that stung in the most delicious way. She wasn’t just touching you; she was claiming you. Her lips found your neck, teeth grazing your skin before sinking in with a sharp bite that made you gasp. It wasn’t just a mark—it was a statement, her way of telling you who you belonged to now.

Vivi let out a low, throaty laugh as she watched, her dark eyes gleaming with a predatory light. She straddled you, her lithe body sliding against yours, her skin warm and smooth. Her lips found yours in a searing kiss, her tongue probing yours with a hunger that matched Jinsoul’s. She wasn’t just kissing you; she was devouring you. You could feel her hips grinding against you, the friction sending sparks of pleasure up your spine.

Jinsoul’s hands moved lower, her fingers digging into your thighs as she positioned herself beside Vivi. Her voice was a sultry whisper in your ear, her breath hot against your skin. “You’re not going anywhere tonight, Tiger. You’re ours.”

Vivi pulled back from the kiss, her lips swollen and glistening. Her eyes locked onto yours, and she smirked, her expression equal parts challenge and invitation. “Let’s see if you can keep up.”

Before you could respond, Vivi shifted, her body moving with a fluid grace as she lowered herself onto you, taking you in one smooth motion. Your breath hitched, the sensation overwhelming. She was tight, hot, and demanding, her hips rolling in a rhythm that left no room for hesitation. Her hands braced against your chest, her nails digging in as she moved, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.

Jinsoul’s laugh was a low, delicious sound, her lips trailing down your neck to your shoulder, her teeth nipping at your skin. Her hands roamed over Vivi’s body, her fingers teasing and exploring, leaving Vivi moaning softly. “You look good together,” Jinsoul purred, her voice dripping with satisfaction. “But I think you’ll look even better with me.”

Vivi’s movements slowed, her eyes narrowing as she glanced at Jinsoul. “You’re not the only one who gets to have him,” she said, her voice teasing but firm.

Jinsoul’s smirk widened, and she leaned in, her lips brushing against Vivi’s in a kiss that was as much a challenge as it was a caress. “Then let’s share.”

The two women exchanged a look, a silent agreement passing between them, and then they were moving, their bodies shifting to accommodate both of them. Vivi rose slightly, her body trembling as Jinsoul positioned herself beneath you, her legs wrapping around your hips. The moment you entered her, you felt it—the tight, wet heat of her body, the way she clenched around you, drawing you in deeper. She was just as demanding as Vivi, her hips lifting to meet yours, her breath hitching as you thrust into her.

Vivi’s hands were on your chest, her nails digging into your skin as she leaned over you, her lips finding yours in a kiss that was as fierce as it was passionate. Her body moved against yours, her hips grinding against you as she took over, her rhythm slow and deliberate, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through you.

Jinsoul’s moans filled the room, her hands gripping your hips, her nails leaving crescent-shaped marks on your skin. “Faster,” she whispered, her voice breathless and desperate. “I need you to fuck me harder.”

You obliged, your hips slamming into hers, the force of your thrusts driving her deeper into the bed. Vivi’s lips moved to your neck, her teeth sinking into your skin, marking you as hers. Her hips moved in tandem with yours, her body writhing against you, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.

The room was a symphony of sounds—the crackling of the fire, the sharp intake of breath, the soft moans and gasps that filled the air. The two women were relentless, their bodies moving in perfect harmony, their desire consuming you completely.

Jinsoul’s legs tightened around your hips, her body trembling as she reached her peak, her moans growing louder and more frantic. Her nails dug into your skin, her back arching as she came, her body clenching around you, pulling you deeper.

Vivi’s lips trailed down your chest, her tongue teasing your skin as she moved lower, her hands gripping your hips as she took over, her rhythm fast and desperate. “You’re ours,” she whispered, her voice filled with a possessive heat. “And we’re not letting you go.”

Jinsoul’s hands roamed over your body, her fingers teasing and exploring, leaving you trembling with need. Her lips found yours in a searing kiss, her tongue probing yours as she moaned softly. “You’re not going anywhere,” she whispered, her voice filled with a dark promise. “We’re just getting started.”

Vivi’s body moved against yours, her hips grinding against you as she took over, her rhythm slow and deliberate, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through you. Her lips trailed down your chest, her tongue teasing your skin as she moved lower, her hands gripping your hips as she took over, her rhythm fast and desperate.

The room was alive with the sound of heavy breaths and the crackling fire, the air thick with desire and danger. Jinsoul’s hands were everywhere—her nails raked down your chest, leaving faint red lines that stung in the most delicious way. She wasn’t just touching you; she was claiming you. Her lips found your neck, teeth grazing your skin before sinking in with a sharp bite that made you gasp. It wasn’t just a mark—it was a statement, her way of telling you who you belonged to now.

Vivi let out a low, throaty laugh as she watched, her dark eyes gleaming with a predatory light. She straddled you, her lithe body sliding against yours, her skin warm and smooth. Her lips found yours in a searing kiss, her tongue probing yours with a hunger that matched Jinsoul’s. She wasn’t just kissing you; she was devouring you. You could feel her hips grinding against you, the friction sending sparks of pleasure up your spine.

Jinsoul’s hands moved lower, her fingers digging into your thighs as she positioned herself beside Vivi. Her voice was a sultry whisper in your ear, her breath hot against your skin. “You’re not going anywhere tonight, Tiger. You’re ours.”

Vivi pulled back from the kiss, her lips swollen and glistening. Her eyes locked onto yours, and she smirked, her expression equal parts challenge and invitation. “Let’s see if you can keep up.”

Before you could respond, Vivi shifted, her body moving with a fluid grace as she lowered herself onto you, taking you in one smooth motion. Your breath hitched, the sensation overwhelming. She was tight, hot, and demanding, her hips rolling in a rhythm that left no room for hesitation. Her hands braced against your chest, her nails digging in as she moved, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.

Jinsoul’s laugh was a low, delicious sound, her lips trailing down your neck to your shoulder, her teeth nipping at your skin. Her hands roamed over Vivi’s body, her fingers teasing and exploring, leaving Vivi moaning softly. “You look good together,” Jinsoul purred, her voice dripping with satisfaction. “But I think you’ll look even better with me.”

Vivi’s movements slowed, her eyes narrowing as she glanced at Jinsoul. “You’re not the only one who gets to have him,” she said, her voice teasing but firm.

Jinsoul’s smirk widened, and she leaned in, her lips brushing against Vivi’s in a kiss that was as much a challenge as it was a caress. “Then let’s share.”

The two women exchanged a look, a silent agreement passing between them, and then they were moving, their bodies shifting to accommodate both of them. Vivi rose slightly, her body trembling as Jinsoul positioned herself beneath you, her legs wrapping around your hips. The moment you entered her, you felt it—the tight, wet heat of her body, the way she clenched around you, drawing you in deeper. She was just as demanding as Vivi, her hips lifting to meet yours, her breath hitching as you thrust into her.

Vivi’s hands were on your chest, her nails digging into your skin as she leaned over you, her lips finding yours in a kiss that was as fierce as it was passionate. Her body moved against yours, her hips grinding against you as she took over, her rhythm slow and deliberate, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through you.

Jinsoul’s moans filled the room, her hands gripping your hips, her nails leaving crescent-shaped marks on your skin. “Faster,” she whispered, her voice breathless and desperate. “I need you to fuck me harder.”

You obliged, your hips slamming into hers, the force of your thrusts driving her deeper into the bed. Vivi’s lips moved to your neck, her teeth sinking into your skin, marking you as hers. Her hips moved in tandem with yours, her body writhing against you, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.

The room was a symphony of sounds—the crackling of the fire, the sharp intake of breath, the soft moans and gasps that filled the air. The two women were relentless, their bodies moving in perfect harmony, their desire consuming you completely.

Jinsoul’s legs tightened around your hips, her body trembling as she reached her peak, her moans growing louder and more frantic. Her nails dug into your skin, her back arching as she came, her body clenching around you, pulling you deeper.

Vivi’s lips trailed down your chest, her tongue teasing your skin as she moved lower, her hands gripping your hips as she took over, her rhythm fast and desperate. “You’re ours,” she whispered, her voice filled with a possessive heat. “And we’re not letting you go.”

Jinsoul’s hands roamed over your body, her fingers teasing and exploring, leaving you trembling with need. Her lips found yours in a searing kiss, her tongue probing yours as she moaned softly. “You’re not going anywhere,” she whispered, her voice filled with a dark promise. “We’re just getting started.”

Vivi’s body moved against yours, her hips grinding against you as she took over, her rhythm slow and deliberate, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through you. Her lips trailed down your chest, her tongue teasing your skin as she moved lower, her hands gripping your hips as she took over, her rhythm fast and desperate.

The room was alive with the sound of heavy breaths and the crackling fire, the air thick with desire and danger. Jinsoul’s hands were everywhere—her nails raked down your chest, leaving faint red lines that stung in the most delicious way. She wasn’t just touching you; she was claiming you. Her lips found your neck, teeth grazing your skin before sinking in with a sharp bit.

You woke to the soft rustle of fabric and the low murmur of voices. The room was dimly lit, the fire in the hearth casting flickering shadows across the walls. For a moment, you lay still, your body heavy with the lingering warmth of sleep—and something else. Memories of the previous night flooded back in vivid detail, the heat, the biting, the claiming. Jinsoul and Vivi. Their names echoed in your mind like a mantra.

As you stirred, you noticed them. They were seated at the edge of the bed, their heads bent together, whispering intently. Their voices were low, but the tension between them was palpable. You could feel it in the air, like the static before a storm. What are they plotting now?

Jinsoul’s dark hair fell over her shoulders, her fingers tracing patterns on the bedsheet as she spoke. Vivi’s expression was sharp, her eyes glinting with a dangerous edge. They both turned to you simultaneously, their gazes locking onto yours like predators catching the scent of prey.

“You’re awake,” Jinsoul said, a sly smile curving her lips. She moved closer, her hand reaching out to tangle in your hair, pulling you toward her. Her touch was possessive, sending a shiver down your spine. She leaned in, her breath warm against your ear. “We’ve been talking about you.”

Before you could respond, her lips crashed into yours, fierce and demanding. You groaned into the kiss, your hands instinctively reaching for her. She didn’t let you pull away, her fingers tightening in your hair as she deepened the kiss, her tongue probing yours with a hunger that left you breathless.

Vivi’s laugh broke the moment, low and sultry. “Greedy, isn’t she?” she purred, her voice dripping with amusement. You felt her shift behind you, her hands sliding over your shoulders. Her lips brushed against your neck, teeth grazing your skin before sinking in with a playful bite. You hissed, your body arching instinctively into her touch.

“Stop teasing,” Jinsoul growled, breaking the kiss to glare at Vivi, though there was a hint of amusement in her eyes. “He’s not just yours.”

Vivi smirked, her fingers tracing the mark she’d left on your neck. “Oh, but he is mine,” she murmured, her voice lilting with possessiveness. “Just as much as he’s yours.”

You could feel the tension between them, the rivalry simmering beneath the surface. It was intoxicating, the way they fought over you, their desire so raw and unfiltered.

“Enough,” you said, your voice low but firm. Both women froze, their eyes locking onto yours. There was a flicker of surprise in their expressions, and something else—respect. “If you’re both so determined to have me, then you’ll have to share.”

Jinsoul’s lips curled into a smirk. “Fair enough,” she said, her tone light but her eyes dark with promise. She leaned in again, her lips brushing against yours. “But don’t think for a second that I’ll let her have you without a fight.”

Vivi’s laugh was a low, throaty sound. “Bring it on, Jinsoul,” she said, her hands tightening on your shoulders. “I’m not afraid of a little competition.”

The air in the room shifted, the tension between them thickening. You could feel the heat radiating off their bodies, their desire a tangible force that left you aching for more.

Jinsoul’s lips trailed down your neck, her teeth nipping at your skin. “You’re ours,” she whispered, her voice filled with a possessive heat. “And we’re not letting you go.”

Vivi’s hands slid down your chest, her nails raking lightly over your skin. “You belong to us,” she murmured, her tone soft but laced with steel. “And we’re going to make sure everyone knows it.”

You groaned, your head falling back as their hands and mouths roamed over your body. The room was alive with the sound of heavy breaths and the crackling fire, the air thick with desire and danger.

Jinsoul’s fingers gripped your hips, her nails digging into your skin as she pulled you closer. Her lips found yours again, the kiss fierce and demanding. You could feel the heat of her body pressed against yours, her desire burning through you like a wildfire.

Vivi’s hands, not to be outdone, roamed the length of your arms, tracing every vein and sinew as if she was mapping her territory. Her breath was a whisper against your ear, sending shivers down your spine. “You’ve come this far, Tiger,” she said, her voice low. “And now, you’re ours.”

But just as the fervor began to escalate, Jinsoul pulled back, her eyes glinting with a playful challenge. “So, we’ve decided,” she said, her tone coy yet firm. “We’re both going to marry you.”

Vivi nodded, her smirk widening. “That’s right. You’re ours, and that’s final.”

You blinked, trying to process their words. “Marry me? Both of you?” The question hung in the air, met with twin smirks from each woman.

“Why not?” Jinsoul purred, her fingers tracing idle patterns on your chest. “We’re both in love with you, and we’re not exactly the type to share.”

Vivi leaned in, her lips brushing against your ear. “Besides, you’re the one who said we’d have to share you. This is our solution.”

The intensity of their stares made you realize there was no room for argument. They had you, and they knew it. They had already made up their minds—your life, your loyalty were theirs.

“Alright,” you said, your tone firm but laced with amusement. “But you both have to understand—I’m not going to be easy to handle.”

Jinsoul grinned, her teeth glinting in the firelight. “Oh, we wouldn’t have it any other way.”

As you stood to face them, Jinsoul wrapped her arms around your waist, pulling you close. Her lips found yours once more, the kiss deep and unhurried. Vivi stepped closer, her hands sliding over your shoulders, her lips brushing against your neck.

Their touches, their breaths, their presence—it was intoxicating. You were theirs, and they were yours. Together, you would control everything, bending the very world to your will.

As the fire crackled in the background, the room filled with the sounds of gasps and moans, the air thick with need. You found yourself pulled back into the bed, their hands and mouths roaming your body, claiming you once more, their whispers of possession ringing in your ears.

“You’re ours,” Jinsoul whispered, her voice soft but filled with steel. “And we’re never letting you go.”

Vivi’s lips brushed against your ear, her tone low and sultry. “We’ll own you—body, soul, and everything in between

Together, we’re unstoppable. And you’re at the center of it all. Forever ours.”

The firelight danced across the room, casting flickering shadows over the tangled sheets, as their lips once again found yours. The game had ended, but the real adventure was just beginning, and there was no turning back now.

[hoonieyun]

score: love!

lee heeseung x reader "y/n"

summary: after 2 years off the court due to a torn acl, y/n is ready to step back into tennis and take back the years she’s lost to her injury. after vowing to never play mixed doubles tennis ever again, she’s disappointed to find that the only matchup left is mixed doubles and she doesn’t have a partner. luckily, due to a last minute dropout, the tournament director has a player in need of a mixed doubles partner, but it just so happens to be the guy y/n played against 2 years ago that caused her injury: lee heeseung.

genre: smau!! sports au-tennis, enemies to lovers, forced proximity, romance

characters: enhypen heeseung, jay, jake, sunghoon - artms jinsoul - yves/sooyoung - loossemble hyeju (and randome side characters)

warnings: profanity, injuries, aggressive behavior, suggestive, drugs and alcohol, overall 18+

status: completed (nov 3 to dec 26)

reply or send message to inbox to be added to taglist!

teaser (prologue) profiles: baddiesss (and jake) pink pony tennis club

game: one set: one i. girl you're late! ii. shouldn't he be in jail?? iii. only in it for the money babyyy iv. the bow is necessary v. you think he's ever used his brain..? vi. this hoe eat like a bear vii. wait... she's kinda viii. that was so alpha of you bro ix. 9 hours on facetime??? x. what is this??? revenge of the exes???

game: two set: two xi. lord this family is cursed xii. im going to eat my racket xiii. jake spitting some wisdom xiv. secret admirer xv. hyeju on top xvi. aww brotherly love xvii. wait... baddie rizz me tonight? xviii. DISQUALIFIED xix. should i be a detective? xx. SCORE: LOVE!

copyright 2024 - present © hoonieyun all rights reserved. all writing here is fiction & not in any association with characters mentioned.

[jammingjaem]

dream store

PAIRING | lee haechan x fem!reader

SYNOPSIS | rising up in the music industry as a young songwriter and producer, you wouldn’t think that you’d get hired by sm entertainment and write a song for your favorite group. although there was one downfall: you don’t think making music makes you happy anymore. but the endearing and charismatic lee haechan has swept you off of your feet. and here you’re asking yourself— what are you waiting for in life?

GENRE | idol!haechan x songwriterfem!reader, angst(ish), fluff

FEATURING | all of nct dream, all of aespa, appearances of nct 127, wayv, and some sm artists

STARTED-ENDED | 11.21.23 - 02.18.24

TAGLIST (closed.) | @celestialsluvrs @cosmicwintr @suzayaaa @polarisjisung @i-lovegood @jinsoul-gf @fullsunahceah @renjunniex @wonkivrse @ally2trappyy @tywritesstuff @jenodreamer @haechansbbg @miyawwn @n0hyuck @222brainrot @ur-purin @dinonuguaegi @replayenthusiast @i6renj @giaccolo @nanawrlds @multifandomania06 @jeongintwt @luv4jeno @lelengerine @gomdojun @yeppietennie @jaeimjaemin @thisisnotjacinta @hugs2doie @mystverse @jjaeyuns @rksbae @x-jaehyunluvr-x @bunchofroses07 @darlingz99 @yv72s @lixizpixi @ggukkiedae @cupidsmoons

please send an ask and i will gladly add you to the taglist!

— inspired by song: dream store by dept, ashley alisha, & heyden.

PROFILES | [the ribbons squad] [the dreamies] [y/n’s moodboard]

ONE | pleek, don’t hire me!

TWO | i’ve done a mistake

THREE | collab of the year?

FOUR | y/n, stop stalling

FIVE | honesty is key (written)

SIX | i need my diary

SEVEN | diary unlocked

EIGHT | we’re now bffies

NINE | alexa, play hold me tight by bts (written)

TEN | you read my diary, you fucker

ELEVEN | i’m an idiot, what do i do?

TWELVE | can you listen please?

THIRTEEN | my broken melodies (written)

FOURTEEN | maybe i forgive you

FIFTEEN | my music career is saved!

END.

[wintersera]

I just need anything g!p heejin or jinsoul, they have been FILLING my brains lately. I CANT

sub g!p jinsoul x dom f!reader

notes: have been a jinsoul stan since 2018 and i haven’t seen much loona smut in a while so this ask is saur perfect MWAH anon lemme give u a smooch <33

cw: cute desperate subby jinsoul, dom reader, oral (giving), uh dick grinding, teasy reader, g!p idol.

word count: 2.1k

you two knew each other from your time as trainees back in bbc BURN THAT FUCKASS COMPANY. years go by and you see your best friend finally debut under the group loona. what she didn’t know is that you thought of her constantly, months into your friendship you were falling in love with her and then more months go by and you’re thinking lewd thoughts about her. she’d often wear these shorts during practice showing her perfectly thick cock through the material, wanting nothing more than to take it out right here right now and give her the best head she’d ever have. but anyways unfortunately for you, you never made the cut, eventually leaving the company for good and training under a different label trying to make a name for yourself. due to this you weren’t able to contact soulie at all :(( feeling empty and lonely without her presence, and because of that shit ass company she was in, contacting her was nearly impossible and you knew for a fact it would take ages for you to even text her again. you couldn’t bear being away from her at all but since you guys were training, her being a soon to be idol at that time, you chose to never confess your undying feelings for the sake of her debut and the sake of your sanity.

years later you debut under hybes new girlgroup ‘le sserafim’. although you knew the chances of seeing jinsoul again were slim, a small hope in you wishes you’d bump into eachother in the waiting rooms. maybe the world was against you, never seeing her during her own promotions. god, you missed her so much.

and out of nowhere the gods had blessed the world, making a comeback with oec whilst you were inkigayos temporary host. luck favoured you this time. you stood patiently at their waiting room door, heart thumping in your chest. she was in there and you knew it, hearing her silly laugh probably laughing at some stupid thing kim lip was doing or maybe just laughing at her for simply making an angry face. knocking on the door your heart reaches your head, beating louder and louder and louder. focused on calming your heartbeat you don’t realise that she’s right in front of you, a silly grin plastered on her face.

“it’s been so long how have you been y/n?” suddenly embracing you in her arms. you knew she was always affectionate like this, but now it feels way more different. it felt like electricity surging through your body. oh how you missed her touch. “i knew you’d debut some day but in le sserafim? the concept suits you so much you know” a proud smile on her face. “OH also i did watch all your stages if you were wondering, you look really really good”

confessing that she found you attractive shot an arrow through your heart, well in your delusional head you definitely thought that. your one sided crush resurfacing as soon as she compliments you. “OEC 10 minutes till you’re on stage again!!!” her manager beckoning her to go back inside to get her makeup re-applied. “i’ll contact you later- wait, give me your phone real quick” following her orders you scramble for your phone, pulling it out of your pockets. “see you later” leaving with a wink, handing your phone back to you with a brand new number in your contacts.

delusional thinking does not do you well, you’d definitely have to find a way to fuck her. and of course confess your crush- but currently your mind is pretty much focused on pleasuring her first.

after weeks went by contacting her through text and stuff you finally found an available time slot for the both of you, praying to whatever is holy that your schedule doesn’t make a drastic change. she offered for you to go to her dorm since both of the other members had solo schedules that day. although you did miss seeing choerry and kimlip you didn’t mind only just hanging out with her.

you kinda got what she was thinking. inviting you to her dorm, alone. your texts often becoming quite heated from time to time, eventually leading up to you being unbelievably horny at night. you knew she was trying to get with you and you couldn’t care any less. you wanted her badly, even if it was just a fling. you needed jinsoul.

knocking on her door, you space out wondering what you were gonna do. you’re ‘hanging’ out? yeah sure you definitely are… its not like she’s grabbed your wrist and pulled you into the dorm, telling you that she needs you badly. hold on… thats exactly what she’s doing. it’s been so long since she’s seen you and she desperately wants you to fuck her. “this is really out of the blue, but you and me are close and i’ve missed you so much. obviously you can refuse, but right now i want you” heart fluttering at her confession you comply.

hands moving on their own, not even using your words, you grab her jaw making her look directly at you. eye to eye “so you want me to fuck you? is that what you’re implying?” oh poor soulie, always so defenseless when it comes to this. she’s always on the attack so why is she so submissive when she wants you? blood rushing to her face she’s speechless, fidgeting with her hair and shuffling around awkwardly, possibly trying to hide her hard on. it’s on full display there’s no chance of hiding it now my dear. teasing her came easy, you knew how her personality works and you used that to your advantage. “always so big on words but as soon as someone gives you the same energy back you’re flustered? i missed that side of you so much jinsoul”

not even making your way out of the doorway you find yourself at her chest taking off her bra smiling and drooling at the thought of her naked tits. you take things fast with her, sucking on her nipples while you’re pawing at her cock thoroughly inspecting her length. impatient, you take it out of her boxers, the tip hitting her abs creating a dull thud that echoed through you brain. licking your lips, you wonder how she tastes placing a hand on her thigh stabilising yourself as you get down on your knees. complete mess under your touch, resting her back on the front door, grabbing the back of your head and the door knob just in case kimlip and choerry happen to come back early.

sliding yourself down, trailing licks and kisses down from her chest to her stomach and to the base of her dick, pressing your face against her rock hard cock once you made yourself all the way down there. locking eyes with her you kiss the tip of her dick, precum already oozing out. her legs twitching at the sensation of it all, your lips lightly grazing against her skin. hand leaving the door knob to cover her mouth while you start working on her tip. teasing her with kitten licks, smirking at all the lewd noises coming from her mouth and from her slick cock.

“babyyy” whining out in the tiniest voice you’ve heard from her “p-please.. skip the teas-mmm skip the teasing ,y/n take me whole” begging and pouting her lips at you. although you’d go crazy on her, the thought of having her beg whilst squirming was so delicious to you.

“not just yet, i’m not done with you” standing up you drag her to the unoccupied couch commanding her to lay down, face up. taking off the black skirt you were wearing ,worn specifically for her to ogle at you whilst you bend down, letting it fall to your ankles followed by your panties which were also tossed aside. coming over to her, straddling her hips as you tease her with the view. “watch this” just hovering above her dick, you slowly hike up your shirt exposing your not so covering bra. placing the fabric in between your mouth so that it wouldn’t fall down, you take her hand, rubbing circles with your thumb to get her to relax. “want to touch?” voice low and raspy, blessing her ears.

face lighting up, her eyes widen. she’s so excited about your tits that’s so cute what the hell. “y-yeah…” stammering cutely as her hands shake, reaching for your bra. “take it off please?” asking so sweetly, you do so. eyes glued onto the way your tits fall out as the bra comes off of you. “so pretty”

as much as you wanted to pounce on her dick right now, you wanted to tease her even more. the cute dumb look on her face was so precious to you that you couldn’t take your eyes away from her every single little reaction. watching as you fondle your own breasts right in front of her you notice that her dick is standing straight up. god you want it in you so bad. but not yet. teasingly touching her stomach drawing shapes on her skin ,almost but not really, touching the base of her cock. “pleeeasee, y/n i’m so desperate for you come onnn” yet again whining as you touch her ever so lightly. “hurrryyy, i need you so bad” raising her hips high into the air trying to reach the entrance of your cunt.

“ah- ah ah” clicking your tongue at her “be patient or else you won’t get your reward” tears pricking her eyes she frowns in defeat. she’s so close but sooo far away.

holding her dick suddenly makes her whole body twitch, unintentionally making her moan your name. pressing her dick flat against her stomach, you finally press your drenched cunt against her shaft. not what shes craving but it feels good nonetheless. starting out slowly you begin to grind on her cock, feeling the bumpy veins hit your clit perfectly. using both of your hands you place them against her stomach lightly, holding her gently so that you can control your grinding.

“ahhh y/n~ keep doing that” enjoying the way your tits bounce up and down, jinsoul already feels like she’s going to cum. holding your hips helping you grind harder on her, she lets out a low groan “hnnnmg, shitt- i love you, y/n i love you so much” confessing her love for you as she cums, legs twitching as her back lifts from the couch, tightening her grip on your hips, cum splurting all over her stomach. feeling generous you lean down licking all the cum off of her abs, humming at the sweet taste. after her orgasm she’d notice that you still haven’t came. wanting you to feel good as well she lifts you up by the hips and places her tip at your entrance. “sit down… please” with a soft voice commanding you on her cock. wetness helping you, you slide herself inside your cunt, almost hitting your cervix because she’s just that big. long dragged out moans spilling from your mouth as she adjusts herself comfortably inside of you “fuck- you’re really really tight, i don't think i can move much”

“not unless i do this” flashing her a sly smile, you rock your hips back and forth slowly. feeling yourself loosen up, you begin to ride her harder bouncing and smashing yourself into her thick cock. “soulie, you’re- you’re so big aahh.. your cock feels s-so good” no shame in moaning you let yourself go wild, beginning to go crazy on her cock, you scream out her name, loving the feeling of her big dick filling your pussy up. hands on her shoulders you lean into her, arching your back so that you can fuck yourself better. missing her touch you grab her arms wrapping around your waist as you let her fuck you fiercely “mmmm.. jinsoulll, i missed your touch so- fuck.. i missed y-your touch so much ah-“ now chasing your high it was your turn to confess as you reach your orgasm “jinsoul- oh my god, i-i love you so mu- fuck, i love you so so much, gonna cum, i’m cumming ahh..” vision turning blurry, you believe your seeing stars. gripping onto her shoulders like she’s going to leave you once more, you let your climax course through your system, making you lose all sense of being. yes it was that good. helping you ride out your high, she cums in you a few seconds later, feeling your pussy tighten around her dick sent her body into pure bliss, letting out guttural moans as she spews her hot cum inside of you.

feeling the effects of fatigue, you collapse into her arms. embracing you once more you smile at her sweetness. “wrong moment.. but can you be my girlfriend?”

giggling at her silliness you can’t help but kiss her on the lips “i was going to ask you the same thing you silly”

[sunooqvrlsx]

⋆⁺₊❅⋆ 𝑾𝒉𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝑪𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒎𝒂𝒔⁺₊❆⋆

boyfriend! Niki x female reader

Warnings: kissing, Niki burning the the kitchen down (a daily occurrence), crack, back hugs/ cuddling, overall fluffy shit

A/N: @jinsouls-scalp gave me the idea of baking and Niki just burning the kitchen down😭 She also made the fake texts for me <3 I didn't really know how to write this, so it's a small fic

You and Niki have been together for about 2 years now, and you were known as sweetest couple when you were in high school. Now how you got together...is something you would expect from a cheesy romantic movie.

it was during a game of truth and dare at your school camp, ironic right? You and Niki were both crushing on each other for quite a long time, but neither of you had the guts to confess, scared of rejection. Your best friend Sunoo, also friends with Niki, knew about the hopeless situation you were both in. So when the bottle landed on Niki, you didn't miss the mischievous grin painting Sunoo's face.

"Niki, truth or dare?" he tilted his head and had that cute pout on his lips that led to every one believing that Sunoo was the most innocent boy they've ever met, but you could see right past his façade. You rolled your eyes, waiting for what was to come. "hmm...dare?" Niki also knew Sunoo long enough to know when he was up to no good.

Sunoo clasped his hand together and smirked. "i want you...to kiss your crush." As soon as he said this, you felt your heart fall a bit, because you knew that Niki didn't like you. Well, you thought you knew. Your eyes went wide when you saw Niki approaching you with hesitant steps. And you swore that you felt your heart completely stop when he bent down to your level and pressed his plush lips to your, leaving a quick peck before bolting to his tent and hiding in his sleeping bag.

Although you were still nervous, you decided to confess to him anyways. you quietly went up to the entrance of his tent, contemplating whether this was a good idea or not, but it was to late to go back now. "hey Niki?" you said in a small voice, hoping not to scare the boy. You heard some shuffling inside the tent with the tent entrance opened to reveal a blushing Niki. "Y-Y/N?" His eyes went wide, "W-what are you doing here?". You took a deep breath before looking at him in the eyes. "I wanted to make sure that you were okay." The warm smile that settled on your lips was enough to melt his heart.

It wasn't until a hand waved in front of his face that he realized that he was staring. "Oh um- sorry," Niki turned away, his face getting redder. "And um...yeah I'm good." "You sure?" He stood up, facing you with a confident gaze. "There's something that I want to tell, actually, I wanted to tell you this for a while now" You looked at him with wide eyes as Niki stepped closer and closer until he was face to face with you. "What is it?" You asked. He took a deep breath before speaking again. "I like you y/n, I really like you" You felt your cheeks heating up as you responded. "I like you too"

24/12/2024 8:27 AM

Blah blah blah the rest is history. Now two years later with Christmas around the corner, you were panicking. Panicking because you didn't put up the tree, or decorate the house, let alone go gift shopping. Just as you were pacing your kitchen the you heard the door bell ring, your head snapping towards it as the chewed skin on your fingers finally left your teeth. You walked towards the door and looked through the peephole to see another eye staring back at you. You giggled softly before opening the door to Niki bending down, his face where the peephole should have been. He looks up with a grin and throws himself onto you, staggering forward as you struggle to accommodate his weight. "Get off me before I break my back" You yelped. He chuckled before looking down at you "Not my fault you're so short", which earned him a punch in the arm. You sat down on the couch and turned towards him, an idea popping in your head. "We, good sir, are going to make brownies today" You pointed at him. He looked at you with a smile "Ok but I'm not doing the baking" "No i meant like go to your house and you bake your own brownies and I bake mine then you come over and we eat them together." His eyebrows rise as he looks at you. "And what if I burn my house down?" You cross your arms as you look back at him. "Then you deal with the consequences."

You chuckled, looking at the attempt of brownies that Riki made. before typing back a response.

You quickly cleaned up the kitchen, wiping down the counter so it's clear of flour, putting away the sugar and chocolate, before sitting down on the couch, counting down the seconds before his arrival. 5 minutes after you heard the door bell ring for the second time that day. You skipped over, threw the door open, and bounded into his arms, like he did earlier on. Giggling in his embrace you lead him to the couch, a Christmas movie playing on the tv while you two settled down and ate the brownies you made earlier. Niki grinned as he bit into the dessert, "I'm stealing these." You rolled your eyes, shuffling closer to him, if that was even possible. "Leave at least one for me"

Time skip ;4 hours later

8:26 pm (I didn't know what else to write😭)

You were lying in bed, wearing matching pyjamas you saw the other day, your head resting on Niki's chest. You slowly but surely drifted to sleep while listening to the steady rhythm of his heart beating. When he was sure you were asleep, he tucked the hair that fell on your face behind yours ears before craning his neck to his lips were next to your ears.

"Merry Christmas Y/N, I love you"

MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE RACNIXJCMHN U Feliz Navidad Feliz Navidad I can feel the evil coming but Felix never bad

<3

[akkaweo-akkaweo]

Treatment

Jeong Jinsol/Jinsoul x M!reader

Tags: light edging, sorta JOI?, facial

WC: 1.3k

A/N: this photoset legitimately made me feel things so allow me to take you on that same journey. enjoy the different structure of this work.

—————

After a tiring day of work — presentations, meetings, the usual — you plop yourself on the bed, with barely enough energy to take your clothes off. You're staring at the ceiling for maybe two, three minutes before you hear the front door beep open and the unmistakable clacking of heels on tile rings around the dead silent studio.

"Hey baby," Jinsol said softly. "Busy day?"

You grunt in acknowledgement. Jinsol may have looked stunning today, as she always did, but you were way too spent to show it more meaningfully. She'd understand.

"Are you feeling alright? You look sick," she said, worry in her voice.

"I'm fine, babe. You should rest too. I'll make space on the bed for–"

"Hmm, this won't do. I've seen this before. You seem to have a buildup of sorts," she cut you off.

"What are you talking about, Jinsol?"

The whole while you've been staring up at the ceiling, you fail to notice Jinsol kneeling in front of your legs dangling by the edge of the bed. The only way you noticed was because of the confusion from her last statement.

"See? So much negative energy stuck in your head, you can't even see or hear properly. Luckily," she says as she starts unbuckling your belt, "I think I know just the solution."

You don't exactly have an explanation for it, but the more and more Jinsol undid your pants, you could feel yourself getting hard already. A quick draw of your boxers revealed your member, sprung up and hard.

"Ah, just as I thought. It's all stuck in here," she said, with a light tap to your shaft.

"Aigo, Jinsol, I said I'm too tired for this...," you say, trying to hide your shame of getting aroused so quickly.

Jinsol raises an eyebrow at you, then shrugs. "Okay. If you say so." She gets up and starts walking away from the bed, except you notice the way she's walking: an extra swing of her wide hips, slow enough to make you do nothing but stare, still fully erect.

She turns back, looking at you with a tempting gaze.

"You sure you're so tired? Doesn't seem like it to me," she teased

"Okay, fine, Jinsol. I'm sorry. I don't know why I'm so–"

"No, it's okay. I understand," she replied, a tinge of singsong-y taunting audible in her tone. "You're not asking for it, so perhaps I'll leave you to it."

Again, unprompted, the taunting made you twitch in arousal.

Your vision tunnels, honing in on Jinsol's face: her porcelain skin, the shape of her eyes, her luscious lips — all the perfect seductive mix. You're pretty sure you've been staring at her way too long to be subtle, because Jinsol doubles down on her charade, tilting more of her shoulder away from you, hiding her body's curves around her tight dress, yet also showing the almost bare skin on her back.

"You sure you don't want this?," she teased, no subtlety on her end either.

That was enough to set you off. With a newfound energy, you jump off the bed, walking briskly to her, your surprisingly still hard dick swinging around — at this point, you didn't care. You just wanted Jinsol, and to humor her so-called treatment for your situation.

"You're such a goddamn tease, Jinsol," you growl under your breath as you wrap your arms around her waist. You pelt her neck and shoulders with deep, sensual kisses, made much easier with how little cloth obstructs your mouth. She lets out a soft hum as you continue, and as both your hands stray to her core and her chest respectively, you can feel — or rather, don't feel — any undergarments under her dress, evidenced by the tiny bumps forming on her chest and the warmth between her legs.

"Are you sure it's me who needs this treatment?," you taunt.

"Oh, yes, it's all for you, baby," she growls. "This is part of it."

She turns around and kneels once again before you, her face right in front of your dick, her breath close enough to send shivers down your spine.

"How are you so good at–"

"Tsk, just shut up and let me work," she barked. "You talk too much. All the cum built up in here," she continued, grabbing your balls, "is making you a lot dumber than usual."

You're ready to open your mouth in protest, but you stop yourself. She's right — the last time you actually had time to fuck your girlfriend was probably a month ago, on your monthsary. She definitely had a point, because she probably wanted this just as much as you needed it. Besides, how could you say anything when Jinsol's sucking was enough to make you speechless?

She knew exactly how to work you: she would take in all of your head, then midway to your girth, then all the way to the base, several times until your moans of ecstasy got loud enough. Then she'd take you out of her mouth and keep you aroused, kissing your length and licking your slit. Her hands weren't idle either: they moved between massaging your balls and stroking just the base of your cock. And in just a few minutes, you could feel the cum build up at your base.

"Fuck, Jinsol, you're gonna make me–"

She leaves you hanging completely, causing a sharp pain as you feel your orgasm denied.

"Sorry baby, for this to work, you gotta do it yourself," she pouted. "So will you do it for me? Please, baby?," she added, with a little whine in her voice. Fuck, she's irresistible.

You start to stroke yourself, and you see Jinsol adjust herself to rub her clit and squeeze her tits. "Yes baby," she moaned, "I love watching you stroke your cock for me. I love seeing it twitch and squirm for me. Is it all mine, baby?"

"Fuck... yes it is Jinsol... Tell me how much you want it," you beg, yearning to get off from her sensual squeals.

"I want it inside me baby... I want you to ram it inside me, all the way in. And I want your cum, all over my face," she begs. She tilts her head up, to show all of her face before your eyes.

Jinsol stared at you with hungry eyes, screaming for your release just as much as her own. Her mouth was slightly agape, ready to open it wide for your seed. And just the way she presented herself to you — should you miss her mouth, you'd still paint her face, and she'd enjoy it all the same.

"I want your cum, baby. I want it all over me. Please give it to me," she begged on.

You felt the cum welling inside your shaft start to rush forward; you were ready for release.

"I'm gonna cum, Jinsol!"

She opened her mouth wide and stuck out her tongue; just the view of her being in full display, ready for you, was enough to send you over. You spurt all over her face, a lot more than you anticipated, and aimed the last few strings directly onto her tongue. She closed her mouth and gave a deep gulp; as she did, she closed her eyes, satisfied and satiated. Whatever strings she could scoop up with her fingers, she did and licked it all up.

"Told you you had a backup," she said, still licking clean the tips of her fingers.

Honestly, you thought you'd be tired by then. But watching the hottest woman alive love the taste of you was a turn-on even you couldn't switch off.

"Oh, you're still hard?," she cooed. "Guess there's still a lot more in there."

"Ready for round two?"

—————

[seuluv3]

Space and Us | Y.J [teaser]

yoo jimin x fem!reader

warnings: cursings, mentions of violence, making out, nudity, eventual smut

more to come...

a lil smth that i have been working on...idk when ill be done tho

—————

21:47

you stared up at the sky as you let the hot tub water simmer against the skin, its warmth juxtaposing to the very cold nights of the planet they were occupying at the moment. God why the hell does Jinsoul live here, it's cold as shit!, you thought to yourself, at least she got this hot tub. you sinked yourself further into the hot tub until only your eyes were above water. The blueish moon shone brightly onto the land. It reminded you of the long nights on Earth where you and Jungeun would drink and look at the stars, wishing there was more time.

  “ What are you doing here at this hour?,” a deep, raspy voice had asked. “Wouldn’t you like to fucking know,” you replied, taking a long sip from your 5th bottle of beer that night. “I don’t mean to enrage you but it's late and you’re intoxicated. We're on a mission not a vacation.” “Why don't you suck on my ass huh Karina. Or maybe better suck my dick.”

    Silence filled the landscape and you thought you had won this battle. If you couldn't beat Karina in the brain or muscle department, you can beat her in being a jackass. But before you could break into a victory hum, a ruffle of clothes could be heard and as you turned to the left, there was Karina, undressing. “What the hell are you doing?!”

“Relaxing,” Karina responded, slipping into the tub in her sports bra and panties. 

Awkward silence filled the air as both looked anywhere but each other. What the hell does she think she is doing! You thought to yourself. You take sly glances at your bionic counterpart and can already feel your face heat up to that blush you loathe. Karina is stretching, practically flexing her muscles right in your face. You could see the intricate water drops slowly gliding down her already perfect skin, digging into the crevices of abs and pure buff seemingly crafted by God himself. You had enough of this so you decided, more correctly the booze in your system decided that you needed to say something.

“You know what… you are just hilarious Karina!” you huffed out.

“Pardon?” Karina turns slightly, facing you.

“ You think you can just come in here lecturing me about relaxing and then strip in front of me and flex that stupidly good body of yours? Well I had enough frankly.” you yelled and crossed her arms.

Silence.

“Oh Really?”

Silence.

Then Karina slowly made her way into your vicinity and you could swear that your face had the same complexion as tomato now. 

“Do I irritate you as much as you say I do?”

you sighed heavily.

“What about me makes you so enraged with me? I would like to know, (y/n).”

Karina continued her way across the hot tub until she was face to face with you, with just enough space to intimidate the hell of you: inebriated, frustrated, and now slightly horny.

“You know why you make me so mad? It’s everything about you. I hate your face, I hate your personality, I hate your body, I hate the way you use your powers to just shove it in my face, I hate how much you are seemingly loved by anyone and anything we meet, I hate how you make me feel-!,”

you ends your rant abruptly, realizing the words that just stumbled out you

you basically just confessed to the bastard.

As you cautiously looked back at Karina's face, it was once again that stoic manner that had continued to remain on the woman for as long as they knew each other. But you didn’t know whether it was the moonlight gleamingly down on them, or the blueish purple hue illuminating their skin in the warm bath, but Karina's eyes told a story different from her stoic nature. you honestly couldn’t put a name to it. 

“I see.”

And before you could acknowledge Karina's statement, a firm and wet hand reaches for the back of your head and you suddenly feels a pair of lips of your own. 

Is Karina fucking kissing me right now?!

[galaxywantwish]

Bad Bet

-Jinsoul x Choerry x F. Reader

-very ooc

-heavy angst with some fluff

-you three are girlfriend!

-TW: suicide, death, past trauma, blood

3 years ago

"Unnie!! Let’s prank our cute y/n ~" Choerry said.

"Why? What do you mean prank? Like scare her?" Jinsoul is playing the mobile game while answering Choerry.

"No~ I mean like this…" Choerry whispered to Jinsoul.

"Why you are doing this? Are you betting with someone?" Jinsoul asked

"Yeah… I bet with that jerk , I mean that jaden guy… because he said he will not target us anymore…"

.

A/N: yeah is that jaden, because he fucked up so much.

.

A weeks ago

"Hey, yerim-ah, I think we should end this bet now…"

-

You just arrived home from work, and you see the dinner is ready. They ordered fried chicken with soda.

"I knew you craved for chicken so long~ so jinsoul unnie and i ordered it for you~ our baby y/n~" Choerry waved at you to signal you to be hurry.

When you settle down and they start eating with you. You three chatting, laughing as usual, what a sweet relationship.

After finished the food, JinSoul is the one who clean up those mess. Then, Choerry cuddles with you while watching the tv on sofa. Suddenly, she looks so worried and tell you she and jinsoul have something to tell you. You are confused about it, because they never being this serious.

"Baby, actually I, no we think we need some space."

"What? What happened? Is it because of the company? Or me being too busy these days? I am so sorry…"you hold Choerry’s hands a bit tighter and look straight at her. Then, JinSoul also sitting next to you after she finished cleaning.

"Yeah, yerim and I just feel like we’re just not going to work out in this situation…" jinsoul said.

"Why? We have been in relationships for over a year already… like which part of me is not enough for you? Or you basically just play with my feelings? " you raised your voice to them.

"Y/n, that’s not we mean, we just need some time…"

"Bullshit, you are just like those people, both of you just think me is useless, stupid, I know, I know , you know what? I should never trust anyone, everyone is just the same, I hate this world, I hate myself , I hate you all the most!!" You shouting at them and your tears are just falling down.

"No! Y/n please…"

"Please, is me who say please, let me go, I don’t want to stay here anymore… I wish I never knew both of you, what a wonderful dream for me as a child who left by family, friends and now what? Even my girlfriends, wow, fuck my life. And I hate all of you for real, why it should be me? Why don’t you let them bully me until I died or expelled from the school. Instead you using your fake sympathy to help me? Are you happy seeing me who tricked by you?" You push those two away and stand up.

"Hey, why do you have to make everyone hate you? You know we never do bad things to you! .We try our best to help you? Y/N, we love you so much but just…" jinsoul walk to you and you just keep a distance from her.

"Just what, you guys know I have no one except you two, so you know how to get me listening to you? Haha how stupid am I… I gave you all myself, but you just see me as a plaything!"you don’t let jinsoul finish what she wants to say.

"Enough, y/n , stop ! Please clam down because everything is falling apart and you’re only making it worse. It’s a bet from me and jaden guy. I’m really sorry." Choerry joined in.

"Bet, haha, no surprise at all, why I believe that you two are really want to help me? Oh for a bet , it’s sensible. And how do I make things worse when I already in the worst situation… tell me ?"

No one dare to say anything anymore and you just leave there with nothing with you.

—————

You run , run , run and run. When you stop, you see you are standing in front of the convenience store that you three also go there to buy something so the owner and staff members know you. So you walk in and ask the owner to lend you a pen and paper to write down something for the two you loved. You tell them to give them once they come.

You just keep going to walk, without any effort, just walking toward. You walk into a park an sitting down on a bench.

" I am just a burden to everyone… and just a trash too… I remember how my family, my parent says almost the same things as them… I just don’t deserve love, who cares about me? Not even myself…"

Suddenly someone approach you which turns out a men who point a knife to you, oh is a robber. But you don’t care and tell him to kill you instead. Then the guy scared, so he dropped his knife and run away.

You pick up the knife and slowly cut your arms, hands, and you see the blood flowing out from the wound. Do you feel hurt? No, they hurt you enough already that you don’t feel this pain anymore. But you stop when you see the bracelet on your right hand, this was a birthday present from jinsoul, then you remembered the necklace on your neck was a present from Choerry too. You stabbed your thighs even harder with the knife, the blood is flowing out and out~ you can see a small pool of blood is from under the bench.

You take off the bracelet and necklace and hold it tightly and then you stab your heart hard. The moment you feel the blade inside your body. The flashback of you, jinsoul and Choerry laughing, chatting, playing, watching movies and lots more appears in your mind until you feel like your life is almost over and close your eyes.

—————

-house

"Oh shoot, y/n is still not coming back… what should we do? Should we go out and find her?" Choerry started worry after an hour you leave.

So they are going out to find you, and they received your letter after they went to the convenience store.

"Where are you, y/n yah!!! We are so sorry…" Choerry yelled.

"We are so stupid… we should not say those things to her, we don’t know that…" Jinsoul lower her head.

"Unnie, this is not time for blaming, we need to find y/n as soon as possible!!" Choerry hold jinsoul’s hand.

—————

After 30 minutes, they find you and they also fail to find you.

When they finally get to see you, you already lay down on the bench with blood, and they immediately call for help and call the ambulance. Choerry even shakes your body and you have one and last breath.

"I…I really…really ha…hate you… but I…I…I still love you… I am… I am so stupid… Jeong Jinsol…Choi Yerim… I…" you can’t even complete what you want to say and close your eyes, never able open again.

"Wait!!! Y/nnnnnnn! No!!! DON’T LEAVE US, PLEASE!!! Choerry collapsed on the bench and hug your lifeless body so tight as if you will hug her back.

"We are the one who is stupid…not you… we are so sorry…" Jinsoul let her tears falling down.

They noticed you are holding something on your hand and they gently take the stuffs out and they even sobbed harder because it was their presents and you try to not let blood ruined it, but still fail.

—————

A year later

The sunshine is gone along with the tiger now just a blue betta fish. They always locked themselves in their room and house. Their friends are there to support them and take care of them.

"I should never accepted the bet with that fucking jerk…"

"I really want to see her again… I am the stupidest who doesn’t treasure the best girl…"

Their friend who always chat with them, and try to encourage them but it is useless.

—————

-???

"Nice to meet you! Y/N"

"Y/N!!! We’re here"

"Hello? Who are you…and you? How come you know my name"

Beep…Beep…Beep

—————

The END.

[wonik1ss]

party on —

pairing : vampire kim lip loona x f!reader

song rec : nonsense - sabrina carpenter

It was a typical night in your college dorm shared with your bff heejin. you were busy studying for this big upcoming test while she procrastinated by going to another college party.

“ Y/n do you know we��re my red pumps are? “. Heejin wined as she looked all over the place for her brand new shoes.

“ I don’t know where they are maybe check the bathroom “. You said as you were busy flipping through tons of books trying your best to study for the test that was practically just knocking at your door.

“ Maybe this is a sign you should’nt go to this party and should instead study for it like me “. You said as Heejin walked back into the room rolling her eyes and then smirking.

“ First this isn’t a sign you and me know you don’t believe in that shit, and second these aren’t for me there for you “. She said as she finally found her pumps and went over to your desk dangling them over your head.

“ You know you want to… “. Heejin said as she tried to hypnotize you but it only ended in the two of you laughing.

“.. I guess I can I mean we have 3 days till the test so I guess one night- “.

“ YES ok I have this nice black dress you can wear and “. You laughed as you watched Heejin running around your dorm like a lion looking for its prey or in this instance some clothes for you to wear.

Boy was this going to hectic night..

-

As the two of you approached the house Heejin asked you again if her make up was ok, before knocking on the door and being welcomed in by a drink Choerry.

“ Welcome gu- OMG IS THAT.. Y/N “. Choerry screamed as every looked over in shock to see the schools book worm aka you; at the door step in heejins slick black dress red pumps and red jewelry to compliment.

“ I CANT BELIVE SHE GORT YOU TO COME “. Choerry continued to yell as she let you two in and then got taken away by who you assumed to be one of her other friends. Just as you were about to dash for the the door heejin grabbed you hand and said.

“ No ditching me.. I got my eyes and ears everywhere, so just have fun and get flat out drunk “. Heejin said as she saw her group of friends and ran to say hi.

Now instead of ditching like you wanted to two seconds ago you decided to listen to Heejin ; and found your way to the kitchen to make yourself a drink you knew what kind of things had in it.

“ Omg Y/n is that you? “. You turned around to see your friend Jinsoul staring at you like she saw a ghost mouth ajar and all.

“ Ya Heejin finally got me to go to one of these.. partys “. You said slightly smiling as Jinsoul as drunk as ever hung on to each and every word you said.

“ Well that’s greet, and since your here you should talk to my bff Kim Lip I think she’s- “.

“ Right here “. The redhead said as she stepped in front of Jinsoul now looking you up and down ; like you were some treat she couldn’t wait to eat.

“ Ok so now that you have some company I think ima go do some shots with Yves and Choerry “. Jinsoul said as she stumbled her way out of the kitchen and into the ; living room to meet the two other wasted girls.

“ You much more pretty in person “. Kim Lip said as she looked at your right eye then your lip and then your left eye and then began to lick her lips. Your face started to blush after you noticed what she was doing. As you thought you thought to yourself.

“ Heejin must’ve really worked her magic on me “.

“ Ya she did.. but I wanna see them in a better lighting “. Kim Lip said as your face turned confused and she grabbed you hand and dragged you to the nearest room.

-

Once you got in she locked the door and guided you to the bed. You were sorry to say this but you were a little wasted too.

“ Now this is better now I can see you in your full beauty “. Kim lip said as you giggled as she caressed your face.. eyes looking like they were glowing.. red.

“ I could just take a bite out of you.. “. Kim lip seductively said as she pinned you to the head of the bed ; now making two small sized bites in your neck. As you groaned not knowing if this was supposed to be pleasure or not the door opened.

“ WE GOT TO GO NOW Y/N THE COPS ARE ON THE WAY YOU GOT 2 MINUTES “. Heejin ran in and as quickly as she did ran out barely able to to even turn the corner before she started to barf.

You lazily moved you face to see Kim lips as blooded dripped from her fangs and her lip.

“ Was.. that.. tasty “. You said as you eyes started to flicker closed as you wiped a bit of the blood of of Kim lips lip.

“ Ya.. I would go for more but I don’t wanna suck your blood in jail “. She said as she started to pick you up bridle style as you started to giggle.

-

Kim Lip handed you over to Heejin’s and your dd and was about to leave before you said.

“ Wait I need your number I wanna see you again “. Lazily trying as hard as you could to keep your eyes open.

“ You will see me soon Y/n… just party on.. “. The redhead said as she seemed to disappear into thin air as the sun started to rise.

You got into the car and buckled in and did the same for Heejin as she started to speak.

“ See I told you partying would be fun “. As you let her lean her head on your shoulder you looked out the window an said.

“ Ya.. I think I might just continue to party on too “.

[lovesanmotion]

Not Friends - Yandere!LOONA Heejin, Kim Lip, Jinsoul & Yves

summary: in which y/n's life is never the same again

song inspo: not friends - loona x ryan jhun

themes: wlw, death, blood, yandere tendencies, gxg, soft smut (?)

italicized means flashbacks

3: Singing in the Rain

When Mrs Jung was pregnant, she often wished for her unborn child to look like a doll. It didn't matter to her if her unborn child would come out as a boy or a girl, she'd still love them wholeheartedly. And when the baby came out as a girl and looked like a doll that she has hoped for, Mrs Jung was simply overjoyed.

Growing up, Jinsoul was very spoiled. With a silver spoon on her mouth, whatever she wished for, it would immediately come to her like a snap of a finger. Life is like a bed roses for her, having everyone under her command at a young age, being able to summon them anything she wanted.

Though there came a time when a new young maid arrived at their home and rejected her request to buy her a betta fish, telling her that it would be wiser to keep a goldfish instead. Young Jinsoul started whining and complaining about wanting a blue betta, her cries resonating all over the house while flailing her arms by her sides. Unknown to her, she unconsciously took a hold of her silver knife and almost stabbed the young maid but missed.

Jinsoul stopped crying when she heard the older woman tremble in front of her, seeing her body shake felt satisfying.

"I...I will go get you that fish you requested for"

At a young age, Jinsoul learned that she could use violence to gain something.

Jinsoul slammed her hands down on the wooden table as she angrily eyed the person who got too close to the love of her life - Heejin.

It had been weeks since Y/N arrived at their school and Jinsoul so badly wanted to walk up to her and introduce herself to her, being able to hang out with her. But her chances would fall short as Heejin would often steal her and drag her away. A little game that she and Heejin unvocably liked to play.

The lights of the many monitor screens illuminated on her face, zooming the cctv camera closer to your face as Jinsoul lets out a dreamy sigh.

"Oh Y/N, how I badly want to hold your hand" She says, placing her elbows on top of the table and resting her cheeks in her palms. She was supposed to be in class, but Jinsoul rather spend her one hour and a half staring at you.

Her dreamy looks suddenly faltered as you got up from your seat and headed out the doors and into the bathroom. Immediately getting up from the security house, Jinsoul ran towards the second floor bathroom. A soft sigh escaping her lips as she found your feet inside one of the stalls, glad to know that she came just in time.

Jinsoul slightly walked backwards as she heard you shifting inside and pretended to bump into you as you got out.

"I'm so sorry!" Y/N said, bowing her head to the senior student in front you.

Jinsoul grinned to herself, you looked pretty up close. Inhaling the scent of the stall you were just in. "No worries! You're the new student right? Wow you look prettier up close"

She watched as y/n blushed to herself. "You're too kind, senior-"

"Oh please call me Jinsoul!"

Y/N blinked before getting herself together. "O-Oh okay..."

Immediately, Y/N rushed out of the bathroom, feeling as if she stayed longer she'd pee herself. Jinsoul watched as the flustered girl leave, letting out a soft chuckle before following her out. Instead of heading to her own class, Jinsoul lingered longer on the floor where Y/N's classroom is, occassionally walking past the windows, casting quick glances at her before finally leaving the floor of the classroom, but on her way out, she uses a spare key to unlock Y/N's locker, taking out the blue umbrella and bringing it along with her.

And just like how Jinsoul predicted, it started to rain that afternoon, just as when the classes ended. Leaving the security room, she walked back to Y/N's classroom, seeing her looking confused right in front of her locker.

"What are you looking for?" Jinsoul asks, slowly making her way towards y/n.

"My umbrella. I can't find it." Y/N answers, now rummaging through her backpack. "I know I left it here." She adds, her visible stress finally showing on her face.

"I could take you home. I have an umbrella with me." Jinsoul offers a smile at her, taking out her own clear foldable umbrella.

"Won't I be in your way?" Y/N asks, slowly zipping her backpack close.

Jinsoul immediately shook her head. "If anything, it makes me happy to see you home safe." Slowly Jinsoul leaned down, face level with Y/N. "I want you depend on me, Y/N. I can do anything for you."

Jinsoul watched as Y/N nodded her head, smiling at the younger girl before holding her hand and walking her home, even lending to Y/N her spare jacket to wrap the sleeves around her waist, covering up her legs.

The small gestures made Y/N's heart flutter. Jinsoul was her upperclass senior and maybe, she felt nice to help her. Not knowing that she was only like this to her exclusively.

[jjaeong]

Rest Easy My Love, I’ll Always Be Your Favorite Girl.

Series: KPOP Girl Group: 이달의 소녀 (LOONA).

Pairing: Jung Jinsol & Orbit Female Reader.

Summary: Jung Jinsol had always loved her group’s fans, every single one of their supporters that she had met were all lovable—no matter if she was their favorite member or not. But among the several new faces she’d seen in their online meet & greets, a particular girl who Jinsol had always used to frequently see in their fan sign events had made the list for the meetup. In which Y/L/N Y/N was just like any other Orbit, living her life when she earns a scolding from her bias for not meeting up as much as they used to, along with Y/N receiving an unexpected gift with her signed copy of their album.

“Is that you Guppy? Ah, I can’t believe you’re trying to hide—I can see you clearly from way over here!”

You covered your face in embarrassment as the girl’s voice boomed through the speakers of the venue, with your body leaned to the side in attempt to conceal yourself further—though you could distinctly hear several fans beside you snickering and trying to call for the member’s attention. At this point, you could only wonder about what you’ve done in your past life to deserve such an oddly close relationship with your idol—along with the fact that she had never seemed to have changed with how she treated you since your second fan sign event.

But the idol didn’t seem too concerned about her interaction with you as she sat back down on her chair, placing her mic on the table with a grin set on her lips while fixing the blanket on her lap. You could only breathe in a relieved sigh when you sat back up to watch your favorite member fiddle with her mic, how she looked completely as if she belonged in the spot light—a soft smile on her lips as she scanned the crowd carefully and gave a few poses for the cameras that were directed at her along the way. The sight had always seemed to have strike a meaningful flashback to all of the other fan sign events you’ve met her in, but one particular fond memory would hit harder than the others—and it happens whenever you’d lock eyes with Jinsoul from your chair as you waited for your turn.

It was the first fan signing event you’ve attended after deciding that you had finally wanted to meet her in person.

A huge part of you wished that you had been there from the start, but you’ve only started to become their fan around Odd Eye Circle’s Mix & Match promotions—it wasn’t that late but still, you could’ve been there for her very first fan signing event. But the regretful thoughts were quick to wash away once you’ve entered the room, finding the girl sitting there in between Kim Lip and Choerry as she donned a vest in your favorite color—looking exactly the same in real life as in her music videos. And if that wasn’t enough to knock the breath right out of your lungs—she was even more ethereal once you were sat in front of her, a cheesy grin set on her lips as she leaned on the desk to scan your face thoughtfully.

“Hello! I’ve never seen you before.”

“You’re my favorite girl.” 

And just like that, as much as the memory was special moment—it was also one of the most awkward encounters you had ever had in your life, with you blurting the words out as if you’ve only meant to say it in your head for it to only come right out of your mouth. You could still feel the blood rushing to your cheeks as Jinsoul sat in front of you, blinking while Choerry and Kim Lip turned to look at the two of you with the biggest smirks plastered across their lips.

“I see.. Alright then, who exactly am I writing for?” Jinsol popped her pen cap open, looking back down on your album with a smile still playing on her lips before she noticed that you weren’t replying—making her look up at your flushed features expectantly as you debated what you’d want her to write. Through your blushing state, you told her to just write the initials of your name which made her raise a brow but then deciding to just do it anyway before drawing an emoticon with it’s tongue sticking out—finishing the signature with a bunch of hearts around your initials before she looked up to find you just staring down thoughtfully at the album in her hands.

You didn’t even catch your idol’s endearing gaze set on your shy features even as you moved onto your time with Kim Lip, who seemed to be easier for you to talk to just like Choerry—but the girl kept teasing you which made you sit through your entire meeting all flustered and charmed at how beautiful she was inside and out. The first fan signing event went along with Jinsol’s gaze from your peripheral vision whenever you refused to look her straight in the eyes, and even as they left—she turned around to give you a shy wave which sent your heart summersaulting inside of you.

And with the second fan meeting, it was indeed the last confirmation you needed before choosing the girl as your favorite artist out of anyone out there.

“No, I’ve thought of a name for you—not that I think that it’s better than your initials but..” even before she could tell you what exact it was that she named you, Jinsoul quickly scribbled her chosen name for you under your initials that were written by Heejin. A satisfied grin set on her lips as she leaned back to stare at her art which made you lean over to find the word “구피” written on the cover with a small fish drawing at the end, making you tilt your head in confusion before looking back up at the beaming idol in puzzlement. The moment you’ve left the venue and sat in front of your computer, you quickly typed the name in the search bar to find it’s meaning—only to find that it was a fish, most commonly known to be the “Rainbow Fish”.

And also, one of the very few fish that you can have in the same aquarium as a betta fish.

Actually, it was the most optimal fish to be in the same space as a betta.

That night, you leaned back on your chair as you stared at the signed album in a completely dazed state—thinking about how Jinsoul didn’t just pick a simple nickname for you.

But your favorite girl gave you a pet name.

And now there you sat in LOONA’s nth fan meeting, still feeling the same exact nervousness from your first event as you watched the chair in front of Heejin slowly become unoccupied—the fan moving to meet Hyunjin as you were motioned over by their manager to occupy the recently vacated seat.

“Y/N! You’ve dyed your hair, it really suits you—ah, it’s your favorite color. Of course it’ll fit you.” Heejin didn’t even have to ask your name as she scribbled it down on the cover, making it a bit smaller—knowing that Jinsol would always somehow write her name for you at the end. 

“Don’t you ever get tired of Jinsoul-unnie? Have you ever thought of going to our fan signs for another member—like me, maybe?” Hyunjin teased which made you squirm in your seat in no time and Heejin laughing loudly next to her, hitting her best friend with both hands while Hyunjin leaned over the table to stare at you in anticipation.

“Ah! I knew it was you! Your hair looks so pretty—I bet Jinsoul would love it too! But what about that post of yours, the one where you were trying to convince people to stream Hyunjin’s ‘Around You’ MV—how’d that go?” Haseul’s eyes twinkled as she remembered what you told her in the last event—after she asked you what you’ve been doing since the meeting before, to which you just scratched the back of your neck at before replying that you suppose only time will tell. 

Yeojin stood from her spot to compare heights with you—which she always had done every fan sign after she had the idea that you grew taller every fan meeting—and with Vivi reminding you to bring extra layers on the next venue because she heard that the place had a history of a malfunctioning air conditioning system. You’ve barely finished speaking to Vivi when you heard a mic being tapped from the speakers, Jinsol’s low voice checking if her mic was on before she leaned over to peek over to you while you nodded along to Vivi’s gentle words.

“Y/N! Hurry up!” 

Kim Lip cackled next to the older member as you side-eyed the impatient blonde who was now impatiently fiddling with her mic, turning to look at the fan that previously sat in front of her—seated in front of Choerry while the younger OEC member giggled at the pouting blonde. Jinsol had just finished speaking to the next fan that was right before you when she started to whine like a child that wanted your attention as you sat in front of Kim Lip, leaned over as the member reached over to pat your head once you told her you’ve finished the work you’ve mentioned before that you were stressing over.

“You’ve worked hard, our Y/N~”

“Our!? Hey! She's here for me!” Jinsol taunted Kim Lip who just smiled at you as if the needy member didn’t exist, to which you could only smile apologetically to the OEC Leader at before standing up from your seat to look at a smug looking Jinsoul who was now leaned back on her chair—arms crossed and a brow raised as she attempted to look intimidating after all the whining she had done previously.

“You dyed your hair without asking me first? And here I thought I was special.” you grinned at the girl before playing along, glancing down at the colored strands of your hair before humming and looking up in thought.

“Oh? It was spontaneous, I didn’t think you’d be this much against it. I could always dye it back if it bothers you that much..” Jinsol snorted before leaning on the desk to pop her pen cap open, all while keeping direct eye contact with you as she smirked.

“No, I just asked why you didn’t tell me before you had it done—I didn’t say that I didn’t like it.” you dryly laughed at her statement which made her break from the character she had seemed to be playing, making you reach over to push the album over to her so she could get her signature done—you were only interacting with borrowed time, after all. But Jinsol, as always didn’t let it get to her—but instead, she grabbed ahold of your wrist before you had pulled it back from the table. Quickly drawing a silhouette Guppy fish on the back of your hand and positioning her hand to start signing your album until a manager behind her tells her to let go of you—which she did but not before looking up to frown at the person and mumbling things under her breathe as you laughed.

“Oh, I went to the Ocean Park with a friend the other day and I got you something.” you rummaged through your bag that had kept different kinds of gifts for each member, remembering well enough to not go over the top after Jinsoul had teased that you’ve practically attended their fan signs more than they have—that it was enough to see you continuing to be a loyal fan since your first event—but you couldn’t help but not pick the gift up, considering that it wasn’t everyday that you’d visit an Ocean Park right?

And it was also as if a higher power had willed it, out of all the sea creatures in the gift shop—there was only one stock left of what you’ve picked up as a gift for the girl.

Jinsoul’s look of disapproval at your mention of a gift turned into a soft gaze at the sight of the little plush rainbow Guppy fish dangling in your hands as you beamed at her, the idol’s heart warmed at the thought of you being outside and just taking a moment to remember her in the midst of your everyday life. She then reached over to take it from your grasp just before you pulled another plush keychain—a more familiar type of fish in Jinsoul’s eyes, making the girl look at you expectantly as you eyed the two keychains.

“I didn’t know if you’d want the Guppy, or the Betta so I just got both of them. They’re yours—”

“Keep that one,” Jinsoul quickly snatched the Guppy keychain from your hands, a shy smile on her lips as she continued to look down at the accessory in hand—completely disregarding your stunned features as you held up the Betta keychain between you two, “I like my Guppy.”

“Ah.. Great, good to hear.” you dragged, watching Jinsoul lean back to look around for a manager before she sneaked the item in her coat pocket and met your eyes again, an appreciative look set on her features.

“You’ll be here again next time, right?” the blonde had always asked the question, at this point you wondered why she continued to ask after your meeting even though you’ve never missed a single one since your second one—but as you’ve continued to tell her that you will, every single time, you’ve realized that it was just the idol’s way of telling you that no matter what happened, no matter how big they’d get or where life leads you.

She’ll always be there, as your favorite member—until the next time you’d meet.

“Of course, Jinsoul. I promise to work hard again this week if you do the same.”

“I promise.”

And so the fan meeting had ended, the girls had directed warm smiles and waves at the crowd—making a point to find you in your seat and mouth a quick goodbye just before Jinsoul smiled at you, disappearing into the exit as the staff started directing how everyone would leave the venue. 

What you didn’t expect however, was that fan meeting being the final face-to-face meet & greet you’re going to experience with the girls, the anguish that had you sulking for weeks after failing to attend the last event they had due to a sudden change of schedules in your classes—your professor announced that you’ll be having a test at the time of the meet & greet—and your part time work in a local coffee shop had also needed your assistance that day. It was practically the busiest day you’ve ever had since your routine of going to LOONA’s events, the day being something that you wish had never come to but what would you have done? The coffee shop was your only way of saving up money for the seats—and you were so close to finishing your degree in Humanities, it was just one day right? What could possibly go wrong?

A sudden influx with the case of a particular disease that had caused a pandemic to happen.

That’s what happened.

It was all downhill from there, you were balancing your university life in the cyberspace from your bed room condominium—all while feeling the burden of the sales dropping at the coffee shop you were working in which might put you in the list of workers they’d lay off. The situation that had unfolded before you had your mental state plummeting in no time, it was as if you were sitting on the edge of the cliff as you’ve lived through yet another day of getting up from your bed—turning on your computer, attending classes, leaving for work.. It was all robotic, and you absolutely despised it.

A few months had passed with you just trying to adjust to the circumstances, without thinking about anything else—at your own pace, as they’d like to call it—you started communicating with your friends again, life seemed to have became a bit brighter than how it was just before the pandemic had happened.

It wasn’t the best, but you could at least bear it better than the first few months.

You were writing down notes one night and your hand had managed to knock over a mug that you’ve filled with your pens, the contents spilling on your carpet to which had you quickly reaching over to collect the pens—but not before your eyes connected with a familiar keychain dangling from the zipper of your guitar bag. Looking up to your shelf and finding the several LOONA albums that had been displayed on it—the Orbit light stick, the photocard file folder, the Jinsoul album sat in full view next to the 12:00 album you still bought even if you never listened to it or tuned in with them at all.

You were in so much pain yet you still managed to buy the merchandise for when you were ready to come back.

But the Betta keychain was enough for you to go to their website and give the online meet & greet a shot.

“Woah! Look who it is—ah Jinsoul-unnie is going to be so surprised.. How have you been Y/N? Where have you been!?” Heejin lowered her voice when she  spoke your name, you sighed before telling her things didn’t go as well as you’d hope but it all paid off as you were finally back on track.

“..Really, it sucks that this had to happen but—what can we do right? As long as we’re here, we still have a chance of making up for the time we’ve spent alone instead of making great memories with everyone..” Olivia Hye gave you a reassuring smile as you nodded to her words in understanding.

“Give me your address—I’ll sneak you a slice of Heejin’s Cheesecake when she makes some again. It’s really tasty! I really couldn’t stop myself..” you laughed at Hyunjin’s sulking expression on the screen.

“Cookie Run! Cookie Run!” Gowon started chanting as you looked at her in confusion, making the girl burst out into a fit of giggles before she passed the phone to Haseul who practically shrieked at sight of you on the screen. You’ve passed through the surprised members until finally being handed onto your favorite member who was just the second to the last member you were going to interact with—to which Jinsoul didn’t seem to have seen your face the first time as she was plugging her earphone through the headphone jack until she had finished, eyes widening before breaking into a full smile but then quickly masking it with a scowl.

“Hey! You think you’re so brave to come here after I haven’t seen you in months!? What do you think you’re doing, huh Y/N!?” Jinsoul shouted through her receiver, making you pull one of your earplugs out as you winced before giving the girl a sheepish smile.

“Sorry, I know. I know it’s been a while—it’s just..” you trailed off, trying to think of a way to properly explain the situation you were in without trying to make it sound as if you’re guilt-tripping the girl for shouting at you. The now dark-haired girl didn’t take a second before she shook her head, waving it in front of her dismissively as if hinting that she was just teasing.

“I know, this pandemic is the worst.”

“Yeah but I still think I could’ve at least tried to listen to your new album—”

“Y/N, you can listen to that anytime. The girls and I will always be here once you feel like you’re comfortable again. It wouldn’t make you any less of a fan if you take time for yourself, you know?” you frowned at the idol’s words as she gave you a dorky smile and pulled the camera in a close angle to her face, making you crack a smile and the girl giggle.

“But I heard that Heejin’s arms are the hot topic in our Voice performances these days, something about when they make the tree pose while Yves is dancing I think.”

“Oh? I wonder what that’s about.”

“And Hyunjin wearing her Apple watch to our stage—”

“No, she didn’t..” you gasped as Jinsoul laughed before the idol sighed, staring at you on the screen—almost as if longingly—until her eyes lit up and she pointed a finger to her hair.

“I also got my hair dyed!”

“I wouldn’t have guessed!”

“Y/N!” Jinsoul pouted as you laughed, resting your chin on the palm of you hand as you hummed—actually letting the black shade sink in.

“Not bad..” you dryly complimented the idol, teasing her further which made her groan.

“I’m your favorite!”

“You are, and I was kidding—of course you look pretty, you always have.” you could hear Kim Lip telling Jinsoul that it was her turn which made the girl panic, looking down at your photo album and writing down quickly.

“I missed you, just come back when you feel like yourself again—alright Y/N?” Jinsoul practically started rapping, slamming her pen on the desk as she finished signing over her picture and pulling the camera closer to show you the usual Guppy she’d drawn over your name—and now next to hers this time—before directing the camera back to her pointed look.

“Don’t stress over it! Work hard but always make sure to check up on yourself—take care of yourself,” Kim Lip seemed to have grabbed ahold of her arm as the phone shook in her hold, a smile breaking on Jinsoul’s lips as she resisted the members hold and struggled to keep the phone in her hand, “I love you! I’ll always be your favorite girl! See you later, my Guppy!” 

As she passed the device to Kim Lip, you and the member just burst into a fit of laughter practically half of the time you were supposed to be talking—but you couldn’t help it as Jinsoul kept leaning over to tell you that she loved you throughout the final member’s meeting. Once the meet & greet had ended, you felt the heavy weight that had set on you before the meeting vanish—the thought of the possibility that the older girl wouldn’t have treated you just as she had always did scared you so much that you started sobbing silently to yourself in your empty room, clutching the Betta keychain in hand while hugging your knees against your chest.

After the meeting, you scrambled to grab one of the few versions of the 12:00 album and before you know it—you started bawling your eyes out once Universe started playing through your speakers.

“Make it happen to you, make it happen to you.”

The days ahead seemed brighter after the online event, with you walking home a few weeks after—the album playing on repeat but you’ve also shuffled it some time to their entire discography—when you were called by the receptionist in the lobby for a package, which you could only hope was from the meet & greet a few weeks ago. So you hurried to get into your room to unpack the box and open it to find out that it was indeed the photo album from the online event—on top of another box with a striking shade of blue. The idea of it being from your idol made your hands shake as you reached over to retrieve it, finding it odd how it seemed to be light in weight but also had a hefty amount to it. 

Pulling off it’s lid, you were greeted by a see-through box of what seemed to be small LEGO bricks with a manual underneath it, a tiny crocheted red bear, all on top of a brown wool plaid scarf and a baby blue sweater. You looked around the box to find anything else attached to it—and soon enough you found yourself reaching under the box to grab a blue envelope from under the container, opening it and unfolding the paper for your insides to flutter just as it used to before the fall of your mental state.

“Dear Y/N (My Guppy),

I’m sneaking these extra things in hopes that the staff won’t notice, but I thought you’d like them because while I was going through the same months as you were—these were the things that had brought me a sense of comfort, it took my mind off things and I thought that maybe it’ll work for you too!

Because Y/N had always seemed to have me on her mind in days when we don’t see each other—just as she had always been in mine! You can count on that!

Anyway, the LEGO set turns into an orange tabby cat (like in Hyunjin’s music video ㅋㅋ), the crocheted bear was made by me (you should also try crocheting, it takes some time to get used to it though), and the baby blue sweater is just one of mine. Haseul seemed to have caught up to my plan and told me to give you the wool scarf that matched her shirt? I don’t really know, she must want to match something with you too after she asked me about your keychain on my bag once.

But Y/N! You’ve been taking care of yourself lately, right? Just like I told you to? I just hope this simple gesture would brighten your day, because I am still your favorite girl right? 

Ah, Y/N, I don’t know what else to say. I always want to tell you so many things but our time had always been so short, and now that I have the opportunity to write it down..

I missed you.

And I love you.

I’ll keep being the Jinsoul that Y/N looks up to dearly because I know that one day, we’ll see each other again and we can continue with our jokes and ask about how our weeks had been (maybe I should start asking our manager if I can just give you a reserved ticket every time). So you take really good care of yourself until then, alright? I’ll be waiting, Y/N, until we finally meet again.

No matter how long it’ll take, okay?

Rest easy, my love.

I’ll always be your favorite girl.

From,

Jung Jinsol (Your Betta)."

An extra GIF because I love how Jinsoul loves us and I live for Kim Lip's embarrassed reactions every time anything remotely awkward happens in front of her lmao. And yes you've read through this correctly—it's a one shot~

I've basically done so many things for the past few days, I think it's what people call overstimulating? But as that was happening, those allega—tors, yes the alligators with 10 and 2. I hate how we got those after we literally were celebrating over the Haseul pic and Orbit ring message.

(I also had another writer's block moment with The Heiress but don't worry, I can see their characters again after listening to my inspo music for that series—which got me side tracked when it got to a brighter tone song and made me write this Jinsoul one shot for practice again.)

And I thought of a cute Choerry plot~

Music really gets you in a mood.

But the color correction post is coming up after this—I just want you guys to have a feel of how I envision the scenes, it might be just a bit of light tweaking and etcetera but it really does make a difference in triggering my writing mood.

Oh and if you're wondering if I'll ever make a girlfriend type oneshot/series—even I am as well, I like the idea that you could think that in the end you'll end up together or if you've been together from the start.. The underlying meanings fascinate me so much I do not have words for it.

I'm easing into this again, alright I'm going to go now but I'll be back with more stuff.

..If I don't get pulled into finishing my Little Nightmares DLC before starting on the second one.

Also, yes that was me plugging Hyunjin's MV because I love her and I love her underrated solo.

Laters,

JJ.

>ovc: loonatheworld (171212)

https://youtu.be/eUeFUBy40ow

[hoonieyun]

score: love!

secret admirer

pairing: lee heeseung x reader "y/n"

warnings: profanity, cheating allegations, not much but always 18+

ignore time stamps and any possible typos lol - this chapter is partially written, please make sure to read the written portion to fully understand the story!

wc: 1352

heeseung nervously walked out of his car and towards the decelis lounge. the automatic doors whirring as he enters, taking a gander at the lounge to see if he could find jinsoul and sure enough, there she was sitting towards the back; already staring at heeseung who stood at the entrance looking like a deer in headlights. 

“heyyyy, jinsoul. how are you?” heeseung asks, awkwardly wiping his sweaty hands on his shorts. jinsoul urges heeseung to sit and although he was reluctant, jinsoul urges him that she’s not there to yell at him. this instantly calms heeseung down and just before the two are able to have their talk, a waiter asks what heeseung would like. he opts for an iced peach tea as he watches jinsoul sip on a cup of hot green tea. 

“so, what did you wanna talk about?” heeseung asks and jinsoul lays it out simply. she’s worried about yn and heeseung knew where this was going. “look, i know i fucked up and im trying to fix it-” heeseung says but jinsoul cuts him off. “that’s not what i’m talking about. i’m confident you guys will fix your issues but i think someone is trying to fuck with her…” jinsoul explains and heeseung is confused at her words. 

“fuck with her? like eric?” he asks and jinsoul shrugs. “i’m not sure. someones been texting her these weird messages and at first we thought it was just a prank, it’s starting to feel a little targeted. it has some stuff about the two of you.” jinsoul says, pulling her phone out to show heeseung the screenshots of the text messages yn had been receiving. 

heeseung is shocked at the messages and he couldn’t believe that there was a photo of him and chaewon when she cornered him into being late to practice, the whole reason why you weren’t talking to him right now and was so upset at him for. “wait… this number looks familiar.” heeseung says, pulling out his phone to see if the number was in his contacts but it didn’t match with anyones. 

“this is fucking insane. who the fuck would do this…” heeseung asks and jinsouls shrugs. she explains that you’ve been going through it lately and these text messages are only making things worse. not to mention that argument the two of you got into because of missing practice. 

“that wasn’t my fault! i know i blew up on her but chaewon was the reason why i was late. she cornered me before i could leave my house and parked in front of my driveway so i couldn’t leave.” heeseung began to explain while jinsoul listened attentively. 

he explains his history with chaewon; heeseung has always known who yn was. she was the promising and upcoming tennis prodigy when they were teenagers and as jake’s best friend, they were bound to know each other. as yn got better and better and found more opportunities to play tennis, heeseung couldn’t help but admire her and her talent, but her beauty as she played tennis, it was something different. something ethereal and majestic. 

heeseung had developed a crush on yn that only jake knew about but as time went on, you had become unattainable because you just seemed so out of league. at some point, you had started dating eric and to suppress heeseung’s feelings for yn, he started dating chaewon. 

the two pairs later became rivals in the mixed doubles tennis scene and the incident that led to your hiatus due to your injury. heeseung was gutted knowing how much he had hurt you, physically and mentally. he felt a level of guilt that he had never experienced before and knowing how much chaewon loathes you, he felt even worse. 

the year before your return, heeseung had started secretly sending you flowers and letters filled with positive affirmations and words of encouragement. jinsoul’s face shifts from intently listening to shock when she realizes that the flowers you had been receiving was from heeseung the whole time. you and your friend group would often make jokes or guesses on who your secret admirer was and now that jinsoul knew, she felt like things were falling into place. 

chaewon at one point caught heeseung dropping off the flowers at the hospital because her sister had worked there and this led to a big fight between the two. chaewon claimed that heeseung was cheating on her and her hatred for you only grew from there. there was no other reason behind chaewon’s anger towards yn besides the fact that she felt you took the success she deserved. yn never understood this because the two of them trained together and maybe if chaewon focused on her training instead of her hatred for yn, she’d be at a better place than she was now. 

soon after your injury, eric had dumped you because you were no longer of use to him. he had said that he couldn’t keep you around because you were “dead weight”. this only added to your constant pressure and weight of not being good enough which only fueled your anger towards heeseung: the cause of your injury. 

heeseung never stopped feeling guilty, even when he would fight back on you and claim it wasn’t his fault, it was only his ego speaking because deep down heeseung wishes it was him instead of you that had to deal with the pain and agony. 

chaewon had threatened to breakup with heeseung if he ever did anything like that or even looked in your direction and because heeseung couldn’t afford to lose his girlfriend and tennis partner, he ultimately stopped and pushed his love for you deep down into the depths of his heart. like it was simply a candle that was constantly fighting off being inevitably blown out. 

the day before registration for this year’s tournament, chaewon had caught heeseung scrolling on your twitter when you had announced that you were returning to competitive and professional play and chaewon blew up. yelling obscenities and accusations at heeseung and not even letting him get a word in before ineveitably breaking it off and leaving heeseung stranded and alone without a tennis partner just one day before registration. chaewon knew this would only lead heeseung back to her but it inevitably backfired. 

although heeseung admits that he did only want to be your partner so that he could get chaewon back, he eventually realized that he truly wanted to be your partner because he wanted to get closer to you and show chaewon that he doesn’t need her. 

“so that’s where i am now…” heeseung says, finally finishing his drawn out timeline of how he got to where was now. 

“holy shit… god what is wrong with straight people…” jinsoul says. 

“wait… you’re gay?” heeseung asks and jinsoul looks at him like he had just said something stupid. “oh if you thought i was straight you are highly mistaken…” she says but heeseung quickly moves on from the topic. 

“look, i appreciate you wanting to talk; if this in anyway helps me fix my issues with yn, i’ll be grateful. i don’t expect you to tell her everything and fix it for me, but just know i want to fix this just as much as i want her to win.” heeseung confesses.

“don’t you mean, as much as you want the both of you to win?” jinsoul asks and heeseung shakes his head. “no… i want her to win, i don’t care about winning unless she wins.” he says, taking a sip from his peach tea and standing up to walk away. heeseung glances at his watch and sees he’s got to be at practice soon so he heads to his car to grab his gear and makes his way to the court. 

jinsoul watches as heeseung gets further away, although she used to be as angry as you in regards to heeseung, she definitely has a better idea of what was happening. this could only be the start of something great, she thought. smiling to herself as she pulls her phone back out and opens the groupchat. 

masterlist - backhand - forehand

tennis commentator: finally... FINALLY. heeseung has confessed and it seems that yn is quite smitten as well. now the questions is: who is behind the unknown number?

copyright 2024 - present © hoonieyun all rights reserved

all writing here is fiction & not in any association with characters mentioned.

if you enjoyed reading this please consider reblogging and following <3

taglist: @jiiyen @pshbites @rairaiblog @fgumi @heartheejake @silquids @who-tf-soddhi @manaah02 @vhuteryh @17ericas @firstclassjaylee @noirvedette @starry-eyed-bimbo @lonelylandofan @sirens-dreams

[jammingjaem]

dream store

14. maybe i forgive you

PAIRING | lee haechan x fem!reader

SYNOPSIS | rising up in the music industry as a young songwriter and producer, you wouldn’t think that you’d get hired by sm entertainment and write a song for your favorite group. although there was one downfall: you don’t think making music makes you happy anymore. but the endearing and charismatic lee haechan has swept you off of your feet. and here you’re asking yourself— what are you waiting for in life?

mark dropped y/n off at the location haechan had specified right after their hotpot night, quickly driving haechan to his place before retrieving his own car keys. hastily, haechan drove back to the han river where y/n was waiting. spotting a flower shop, he decided to buy her a bouquet of various flowers before joining her.

“where have you been?” y/n asked, crossing her arms as she eyed the bouquet in haechan’s hand. “you’re not going to kill me and use those flowers—” she started jokingly, prompting an eye roll from haechan.

“no, you idiot. i wanted to properly apologize to you,” haechan clarified, handing her the bouquet along with his journal.

“why are you giving me your journal? we’re done with broken melodies,” she questioned, tilting her head curiously as she accepted the flowers and journal.

“maybe if you read the last page of the journal, you’d understand,” haechan suggested.

y/n began to read haechan's apology, absorbing his heartfelt words describing his regret, happiness, and growing feelings for her.

“i’m interested in you,” y/n read aloud, meeting haechan’s gaze with surprise. “you like me?” she asked, seeking confirmation.

haechan nodded shyly. “i’m just realizing that i have growing feelings for you,” he confessed, his voice tinged with vulnerability. “maybe that was why i was so bent on trying to make things right? more than a friend should,” he admitted. “y/n, i’m really sorry for hurting your feelings.”

“my job here is done,” y/n said, smiling softly as she closed the journal. “you proved yourself, broken melodies is coming out in two weeks, and you stayed true to your words about keeping a distance, so…” she paused, taking a deep breath. “maybe i forgive you.”

“maybe?” haechan repeated, disbelief evident in his tone.

“i forgive you,” y/n declared, opening her arms. haechan eagerly embraced her, relief flooding through him at her forgiveness.

as haechan held y/n tightly in his arms, he couldn't resist the urge to express his affection. gently, he leaned down and pressed a tender kiss to the top of her head, causing her cheeks to flush with warmth. y/n buried her face in his chest, hiding her bashful smile as she savored the intimate moment between them.

previous | masterlist | next

AUTHOR’S NOTE | one more chapter until dream store is finished </33

TAGLIST (closed.) | @celestialsluvrs @cosmicwintr @suzayaaa @polarisjisung @lovefolder @jinsoul-gf @fullsunahceah @renjunniex @wonkivrse @en-gelic @tywritesstuff @jenodreamer @haechansbbg @miyawwn @n0hyuck @222brainrot @ur-purin @dinonuguaegi @replayenthusiast @i6renj @giaccolo @nanawrlds @multifandomania @jeongintwt @luv4jeno @lelengerine @gomdojun @yeppietennie @jaeimjaemin @thisisnotjacinta @hugs2doie @mystverse @jjaeyuns @rksbae @x-jaehyunluvr-x @bunchofroses07 @darlingz99 @yv72s @lixizpixi @ggukkiedae @cupidsmoons

[btsrmono]

Trial & Error | chapter 1.

A/N: hey guys ik this is really random for my page but i got bored lol pls enjoy?? 

Main Pairing: (jimin): student/idol x (main): foreign student

Side Pairs: main x taehyung,, main x (nct) jaehyun 

CHAPTER 1

"I still can't believe you're moving."

 You sighed, leaning your head on your boyfriend's shoulder. "Don't remind me."

 It had been a month since your parents had told you about the big move and school would be starting the next week, which is when you'd be moving.

  Ryan lied his hand on your thigh as he squeezed it a bit. "I was thinking, you know," he started, "since you're moving and all... y/n, don't you think it'd be better if we--"

  You already knew where this was going. "Break up?" you finished for him. He didn't say anything, causing you to chuckle a bit. "It's alright," you told him. "I've been thinking the same thing."

 "You have?"

  You took your head off of his shoulder, looking him in the eyes. "Yeah. I mean, it only makes sense, right? What would be the purpose of staying together?" You gave him a small smile of which he returned. You and Ryan had only been together for 5 months, not really making it a big deal.

"You know I care about you, right?"

"Yes," you confirmed. "Same goes here. Just because we're 'ending this', doesn't mean we're ending us. I'll still keep in contact with you and check up here and there."

 Smiling at you, he stuck his pinky finger out. "Promise?"

 You quickly interlocked your pinky with his. "Promise."

                                                              ~~

  Turns out, saying your goodbyes to your friends wasn't the hard part. You already knew this was going to be a problem but you had been in Korea for over two hours and still had yet to find someone that spoke English. You guys began to settle in your apartment with the help of moving guys, and you had decided that you wanted to take a look around, maybe buy a snack.

  Little to no avail, you couldn't find many American snacks like you were expecting to, and when you did, they surely didn't taste the same. Anyway, you was trying to make your way back to your new home when you realized you didn't know where you were going. Google Maps was acting up, and you were too afraid to attempt the Korean you actually did know with local natives. Therefore, you tried to ask, using as much broken English as you could to make it simple on them. However, they weren't very helpful but at least they all seemed nice. You thought maybe if you made one more attempt, you could have hit the jackpot. "Uh, excuse me sir."

The older man stopped in his tracks and stared at you. "Uh... Yes?" He asked, sounding quite nervous.

Right then and there, just from his tone, you knew he wasn't going to be much useful. You politely smiled. "Never mind." You bowed and he went on with his day. Ugh, why were you so scared to speak Korean. You were actually pretty good at it at some point due to your childhood best friend, Shi Ah. Practically her sister, you two were around each other all the time and you easily picked up the language. It was fun because you guys would always say things about people with them right there without them knowing what you two were speaking about.

 But, unfortunately, Shi Ah had to move to China Freshman year due to a job opportunity for her journalist parents. The goodbye was extremely hard but you both eventually moved on, you becoming best friends with Mariana and Riley, her doing God knows what. You even fell out of touch so you had no idea what she’d been up to the past few years. It was sad but it quickly became your new normal.

 Anyway, you knew, eventually you were going to have to get over your fear of speaking Korean but until then, you sighed and took in the scenery surrounding you to see if anything looked familiar, but nope. You stood there, deciding that maybe it was time to call a parent. As you went to dial your moms number, you suddenly become very distracted.

"Lost?" you heard a voice say.

You looked up from your phone to the girl that now stood in front of you. "You speak English?" you stupidly asked. The girl laughed. "I'm sorry," you apologized, realizing how rude you probably sounded.

"Don't be, it's understandable. What can I help you with though?" The girl was really pretty. She had perfect skin with long blonde hair and bangs that made her wide eyes stand out.

You let out a breath, looking down at your phone. "I need help getting back home."

She giggled. "Already? Come on." She then proceed to walk ahead of you as you, confusingly, followed.

"But wait, you haven't even asked where I live."

"Its alright, we're in the same neighborhood. I saw you earlier," she explained. It then made sense. However, you had not seen her. The girl was gorgeous, you must admit, so you would have remembered seeing her.

"So we're neighbors," you stated.

"Yup."

"What's your name?"

Still walking, she looked back at you and smiled. "Jinsoul. But my English speaking friends call me Zoè. Say which ever you'd like."

You nodded, repeating her name in your head a few times. A habit you picked up in order to remember people’s names. 

"And you?" she asked.

"Y/n."

"That’s pretty," she complemented you. “It’ll be hard to forget.”

Only a short block later, you guys were back into the neighborhood. "Thank you so much," you said as you began to reach your doorstep. "I owe you." 

 After exchanging numbers, she informed you that she only lived a corner away from you and that if you ever needed anything, you could just ask.

______

 The next day, you were starting school. You walked around the corner and saw your mom in the kitchen cooking breakfast. You knew that your Dad didn't leave the house until 9 am. "Morning, Mom," you greeted her.

She turned away from the pancakes she was in the middle of making and smiled at you. "Y/n! Morning baby, are you excited for school?"

 You shrugged your shoulders while smirking as you placed your back pack on the kitchen island table. "I guess. I don't really know what to expect though."

"Well if there's any advice I can give you, it's : Don't stress. Seriously, it'll make everything go wrong."

Instead of a reply, you sighed, still feeling sleepy. "Why are you up so early?" you asked her.

She then proceeded back to making the pancakes. "For you."

"Oh no, you didn't need to do that, Mom. I'm about to leave out."

She looked at you with a confused expression on her face. "Well then what are you going to eat?"

"There's a store around the block, I was just gonna grab a quick snack and head to the school early."

"Early?" she wondered.

You shook your head. "Yup. Want to get my schedule 100 percent accurate and get a mini tour of the building before it gets too crowded." Your mom kind of smirked, looking at you from the side of her eyes. You giggled. "What?"

She shrugged her shoulders. "Nothing, it's just nice seeing you be responsible and positive on the first day. I know you didn't exactly picture your senior year to go this way but I just want you to make the best of it and I think you're off to a good start so far, sweetie."

You smiled. She was right, you guess. You did feel very out of place but not in a bad way exactly. You'd rather be home but you weren’t. You were in Seoul, South Korea and what would you be able to do about it? Nothing. So why not do what you can and make it a good experience rather than a negative?

She then turned the stove off and fully looked at you. "Get going. Have a nice day of school!"

As soon as you left the apartment building, you saw the girl from the day before walking in your direction. She beamed widely at your appearance. "Y/n!" she yelled.

You gave her a gentle smile, waiting for her to catch up with you. Once she did, you both continued walking together. "You look nice for your first day."

"Thanks, you look nice too!"

You started to think that she was also going to the store. So you both walked in silence for a little bit until you arrived there. The bell dinged on the door as she opened it. The older cashier man looked at you strangely. She noticed this. "Don't mind him," she said. "He does this to everyone."

You shook your head understandingly. "Okay."

She went over to the fridge section and grabbed banana milk, as did you, then a pack of peanuts and you went up to pay for your stuff while she was still looking. Once she was done, you two stepped back out into the hot heat. Only a few moments later, a group of three good looking guys showed up, talking amongst themselves as they headed to school as well in their uniforms. This made you believe you were getting closer to the bus stop.

On the side of you, you heard Jinsoul let out a slight laugh, making you turn to her. She was looking at the boys. Next thing you knew, they were looking back at her and walking over towards you guys. "A-are they coming over here?" you stuttered.

"Looks like it," she replied cooley, a small smirk glued to her face.

You quickly gave your hair a little fix as you both suddenly stopped walking, waiting for the boys to join.

"Yah, Jinsoul!", one of them said. He continued to speak in Korean as you zoned out, worried about if they would try to speak to you too. Sooner or later, you heard your name being said by Jinsoul and the boys all kind of glanced your way, throwing you off track. 

They eventually turned their attention back to Jinsoul, continuing their conversation. All except the one boy, whom was the most adorable of them all. He blankly stared at you, his eyes even squinting a bit.

You shifted one foot to the other as you looked down at the pavement, slightly uncomfortable with this. You then heard him laugh and when you looked back up, he was smiling at you. You nervously smiled back before he finally went back to paying attention to Jinsoul. They spoke in some more Korean.

After a good minute or two passed, you heard them saying goodbye, the cutest one being the only one to wave at you. Once they were out of ear shot, you turned to Jinsoul. "Uh, Jinsoul?"

"Hm?" she wondered, nonchalantly.

"Who were they?"

She laughed loudly before covering her mouth quickly. "Really?" she asked. "You really don't know who they are?"

Of course you didn't know who they were, why was she expecting you to? You tilted your head slightly. "I mean, I'm not from here," you explained.

"True." She began to walk again, you following. "They're all idols."

"Idols?" you wondered. "As in?"

"As in 'famous', y/n."

 You slightly hesitated, letting this new profound information soak into your brain. "Famous as in?"

"They sing. Dance. Rap. They're idols. K-pop idols."

You knew of K-pop, you looked it up upon arriving to Seoul but were no expert at it and of course the only people you ever even slightly heard of were Psy, Exo and Got7. Other than that, you were completely ignorant to the Korean pop industry. "Are they all in the same group?"

She shrugged her shoulders. "Two of them are. The other one, aka, my friend, is still a trainee, which means he hasn't debuted yet but he's training to."

"Interesting." You walked a few more seconds in silence until you absolutely had to ask their names. Specifically for the one guy.

She deviously smiled, already knowing what was up your sleeve. "I see what you're doing," she stated. "But if you insist. My friend's name is Bae Joon Young. We call him Jacob. The other one is Kim Taehyung and the one that you seem interested in is Park Jimin."

"Jimin," you repeated. "But wait. If they're all famous, why were they in uniform to go to school?"

"Because they have to," she told you. "They all made an agreement that if they ever dropped out of school, they are eligible to be dropped from their company. Plus Taehyung and Jimin just debuted so they have to listen to their company right now. It's a pretty logical idea if I do say so myself."

You guys finally arrived at the bus stop and she explained to you what you would do after being released at the first stop. You both went to different schools. While you went to a Foreign school, she attended a performing arts school with a ton of other inspiring and/or famous people.

Of course you saw the boys again at the bus stop but they did not bother you guys this time, instead, they met up with their other friends that were also at the bus stop. The bus eventually pulled up around 7:30am and everyone got on board. Since both schools were basically right across from each other, all students got off at the same spot too. The only difference is that you and about two other students had to walk an extra block before actually getting to the International school. Once you finally arrived there, you took a deep breath and headed inside.

A/N: Bruh, I’m sorry this chapter was so BORING but it was the 1st. It should get a lil more interesting moving forward since we got most introductions out of the way. More Jimin to come next chapter! 

ALSO: I’ll be putting a gif of a main character each chapter at the end! For this chapter, we have Jinsoul, the friendly neighbor and school bus buddy! 

STAY TUNED

PART 2

[zeonove]

PAIRING: hyejoo x jinsoul x fem! reader ; words: 720

CATEGORIES: loona, hyejoo, jinsoul, smut, trio¿

A/N: IT'S MY FIRST TIME, I'm sorry if the narration is horrible or other things that are not coherent or I don't know, ugly.

A/N 2: hyejoo blode and jinsoul with blue hair

— y/n unnie! thuth or dare? — began a game for the least of all, hyejoo. the three of them were sitting on the floor in a circle doing nothing fun, the trio playing "boring" childish hand games.

"umm... dare." - you answered confidently. you knew in advance that she would do something racy, that characterizes her, being a sassy.

- well... give me a kiss with tongue for more than ten seconds...? I don't know. — this type of questions in a joke tone is common and it is because the great trust that exists between you gives rise to that they do it between you.

— no problem for me on that, but I need jinsoul to count the seconds. — the named just nodded her head, that was enough. you approached the one who suggested the challenge and without giving the matter much thought, you kissed her.

it is an extremely good kiss, her lips collided so well between yours. you loved to feel the softness of them. even when sometimes when you kiss her, her red lipstick is impregnated.

- hey, time is up! I hope I am be the next one or they can forget about me.— the girl with blue hair joked with a laugh. jinsoul's voice made them separate from the kiss.

"you're fucking jealous, jindori." - you smiled and instantly understood what wanted so you approached her, ignoring the rules of the initial game. jinsoul was not going to resist, in fact she take you for the neck to get closer to her body.

jinsoul's lips had an exquisite taste, like alcohol with some fruit. inexplicable, but delicious. I really wanted you to kiss her, she kissed you with such enthusiasm that you couldn't control her and of course, she wasn't going to miss the opportunity to try to touch any part of your body.

you weren't going to stop her, it doesn't bother you that she's so horny. actually doing it with her is amazing, she's so good and hot.

but, what about hyejoo? your intention is not to leave her aside. she looked at them attentively, although she had her eyes direct to you, guessing your every move, you decided to look at hyejoo, maintaining eye contact. she smiled at you, her gaze emanating intense lust. you weren't going to last long without touching or feeling her, they both knew it well.

you don't know how, but you had jinsoul on top of you, she is very cunning and mischievous. however, the blonde should not be left out of this frenzy of crazy hormones. both looked at the minor as if it were a kind of invitation for her to join the journey. she understood and approached both of them.

the blue-haired girl smiled coquettishly at the youngest, she got off your lap and climbed on top of hyejoo, you don't know if she was conscious or not, but hyejoo lay down on the floor.

—um, hyejoo... you have beautiful boobs.— she brought her hands to the younger girl's tits, massaged them to her liking and then started rubbing her nipples on her sweater since she didn't even mind wearing a bra. hyejoo wasn't afraid to keep her from panting.

you approached both, placed closer to the body of the youngest of her. not to be left behind, you began to undo the buttons of the shirt that jinsoul was wearing, you left a long line of kisses from her jaw to her neck. all this while she kept playing with the blonde and her nipples.

you unzipped her pants, her panties were already fucking wet. you put a hand inside and reached her clit, rubbed it with two fingers and she moaned, arched her back and her head went to the ceiling with her eyes closed.

you looked at hyejoo, her boobs were so tempting. your desire to suck one or both was inevitable, you bit your lip and without waiting much longer, you brought your mouth closer to one of her breasts without stopping fucking jinsoul rubbing her clitoris faster now.

they both moaned at the same time. you love having them at your mercy, you liked that they always want to have sex with you and no one else. without a doubt, this afternoon went from being boring to something better than expected

[loonamblr]

Sunsets and Secrets: Wine

LOONA Kim Lip x reader

taste like a wine

author’s note: Sorry that this story took a while to post. This is much longer than the part 1. I hope you guys will love this also. Thank you everyone for reading my works. I also want to thank my friend who helps and keeps me sane during the time I’m working this lmao. please send me feedbacks i want to know your thoughts about the story :) Stay safe everyone!!

warnings: mentions of alcohols 

Part One

It's Monday again. The exam will still begin on Wednesday of the particular week, giving the pupils two days to study.

Since you are an exchange student, your routine for this week differs from regular students. And your only schedule for the day is in the afternoon.

You just got out of your bathroom after taking a shower and planning to make some breakfast when you received a text message. The message was from your cousin, Jinsoul, informing you that she is in front of your apartment.

Ever since you were a child, you've been close with Jinsoul. Both of you are constantly in one other's homes, having a blast every day. She even cried so loud when she found out that you'll migrate. Nevertheless, your closeness was not hindered by your distance from one another.

So, seeing your cousin after a long time gives you a mixed feeling. For sure, you are delighted to see her and excited to have a bond together. But you're feeling guilty at the same time, knowing that you had fallen to Jungeun.

You already accept the fact that Jinsol might get mad once she found out about this.

It's just love. A very natural thing in the world. A thing that you cannot control to whom you will fall. You can't hold yourself responsible because, at the time, you fall for Jungeun you weren't aware that she was the girl that Jinsol likes.

You shrug.

I should forget my worries in the meantime and enjoy her visit today, you said.

A body clashed with yours after opening your door.

You smiled, remembering how clingy Jinsol was.

"What's up!?" you greeted her as you guys hugged tightly.

Patting her head while she's still holding you made you chuckle.

"I miss you so much Y/n!" Jinsol greeted you and giggled.

"I miss you too even though you came to see me last year," you replied grinning at her.

After exchanging one final, close hug, the two of you proceed to the living room to catch up on each other's most recent news.

"How was your stay here? I've heard that you visited our house?" Jinsoul starts the conversation.

"Yeah, I visited them, also our grandparents last month. To be honest, they looked like they haven't aged at all. Grandpa is still funny, he even gave me extra money to spend here." you smiled remembering your visit.

"Did he? that's unfair! he didn't give it to me when I visited them before I left Korea," she whined, "..well at least your mom gave me when I went to your house." she said after remembering it, and laughing.

You shook your head at her thinking how silly your topic was.

"Oh, I was surprised that you volunteer to be the exchange student this year, Jinsol." you shared with her.

Your statement brought Jinsol back to the reason for it.

"Uhmm, I thought...maybe for experience?" she is somewhat unsure, "...to be honest I just want to go somewhere far to think, but I can't since we have school." she continues.

Nodding along, and asked her, "To think about what?"

And there, Jinsoul opens her side to you.

"Do you remember Lippie? the one I told you before." You nod as an answer to the question.

Of course, you know her. You knew her from her stories and from Jungeun itself.

That made your thoughts back to reality. The reality between you and Jungeun that Jinsol isn't probably aware of.

You gazed at your cousin who was starting to stare somewhere biting her lip and looking like she was getting drowned in her thoughts

"Well, I questioned myself...whether I'm worthy of her love or her, in general." You can notice the sadness in her tone.

"I feel like I've been enjoying myself being with her, well she seems to enjoy herself with me too but I can't control myself to have negative thoughts."

"She's been too good for me. So perfect to be with me. Then one night, I was left questioning myself."

"Of course, I didn't tell her about it, even one single thought. She doesn't need to know. I'll just become a burden."

By her actions, you can tell that Jinsol is a little bit anxious because she's been fidgeting her fingers.

She cleared her throat and continues her story, "Then suddenly I want to be away here. I want to leave, but as I said, I can't because we are seniors. So, I think my only chance to be away is to accept the program."

You now understand why she suddenly called you to inform you that she accepted a program and will be an exchange student at your school.

"How ironic, I left to think if I am worthy for her, but by leaving her, I just prove that we don't deserve each other. I also left my friends, and I am aware that they were mad at me." she then bitterly chuckled and scratch her temple.

Jinsol laid back on your couch while you still silently observing her.

A moment of silence.

Your gaze met, then she asked, "Have you met them?"

"Uhh yeah...I met them on my first day. It's Yves whom I met first." you shared with her.

"How are they doing?"

"They've been doing well? I guess. They are very saddened by your sudden leaving, especially Jungeun." She nods at this information.

Jinsol is mentally cursing herself and regretting her actions.

"How are you and Jungeung by the way?" you asked since you cannot control yourself being curious.

"We talked last Saturday, and we are cool now. I'm so grateful that she's very understanding." Jinsol smiled a little but still felt guilty, "I wish I were still the one she loves when I came back, but if not, then I'll just move on to make up for my actions. I'm prepared if Jungeun was already moved on."

"She also told me stories about you," Jinsol added which made you slightly nervous. "She told me that you've been taking care of her very much." she looked at you beaming.

"Oh yeah.." you muttered wondering if she told her more than that.

"I think she doesn't know that we're related." you nodded to her agreeing.

"Yeah, It's only Yves who knows it."

"I see," Jinsol muttered and asked another question. Both of you kept catching up on other news. Jinsol is primarily talking about her experience staying in your country.

Soon after, you both decided to enjoy your lunch outside before heading to school.

Jinsol mentioned that she might accompany you to visit her friends and the school.

\

Jungeun was left bothered after that night. Her friends, particularly Jiwoo, have observed that she hasn't been her typical self on Monday morning. She has been noticing that her best friend's mind continues to drift off because Jungeun had been reading the same page for about thirty minutes.

Jiwoo told Yves about this and the latter shrugged at her and said, "Let's wait for lunch to ask her about it." Jiwoo nodded still worrying about Jungeun.

They know this was not about Jinsol's return because Jungeun told them that she and Jinsol were already on good terms. However, Sooyoung speculates that this might be about you. She never heard a single piece of news about you since last Saturday.

\

Lunch break comes, and their circle of friends is eating their meal in the cafeteria. Most of them talk about the coverage of topics for their exams and the things they didn't understand.

On the other hand, Jungeun is being quiet ever since. She will sometimes answer their questions absentmindedly while thinking about something else.

They were concerned since Jungeun had never been so silent. She was still able to connect some of the talks during the time Jinsol left. Her thoughts do occasionally drift, but not all day long, not like this.

Jungeun's phone vibrated in her pocket which made her excuse herself to answer the call.

"Hey Jinsol.." she said in a low tone.

"Hi, Lippie!...Uhm are you with others? Can I join you?" Jinsol asked slightly nervously.

Though she has sent them a message letting them know she was back, Jinsol is still hesitant if meeting them is okay. To her surprise, most of them replied with loving messages, except for Sooyoung who left her message on read.

"wait let me ask them." Jungeun went back to their table and asked the others.

"Guys, Jinsol is asking if it's okay if she joins us today?" she smiled slightly.

The three nodded very instantly. Haseul agrees, saying, "Of course, why not? Also, she owes us an explanation."

"It's fine, Lippie. Where is she by the way? Tell her that we miss her!" Jiwoo said asking for the latter. On the other side, Yves is still upset with Jinsol, but she is aware of how much she also wants to see her.

"Maybe she's on the school grounds." her best friend answered her before putting the phone on her ear, "They said you can come, Sol." there's a hint of excitement laid on her tone.

Jinsol's concern was replaced with enthusiasm and wanting to see them, "Okay! I'll be there. See you!"

"Okay, take care," Jungeun muttered as she end the call.

Jiwoo noticed that the other girl was once more lost in her thoughts. She was about to ask Jungeun but was interrupted by Jinsol's arrival.

"U-uh hi?" Jinsol greeted them hesitantly.

Jinsol is very nervous to meet them again. She knows that she needs to explain a lot of things, starting from her sudden disappearance.

Haseul was surprised a little bit but hugs Jinsol immediately.

The girl was very understanding to them ever since. She has the feel of a mother who you can rely on completely.

Vivi hugs her next, then Jiwoo. Sooyoung only gave her a fist bump and a nod.

She receives a tight hug from Jungeun as well and smiled at each other. But Jungeun's smile did not reach her eyes.

"Have you already eaten?" Vivi questioned Jinsol as she sat next to Jungeun.

"Yeah, I already had lunch with Y/n", she said, drawing the attention of her pals. In particular, Jungeun. It was like the first time she heard your name again, except that she was wondering whether you and Jinsol knew one another.

However, Sooyoung was not surprised by this. She continued finishing her food and didn't bother to look at Jinsol.

"Do you know Y/n?" Jiwoo gazed at her confused.

"Of course, Ohh...I forgot she didn't tell you that we're cousins." This statement of hers was enough to leave their mouth agape.

Jiwoo, who was stunned, is covering her mouth with her hands. While her best friend, Jungeun, is only staring at Jinsol who is now busy explaining things to the others.

Jungeun can't understand why her feelings are lost when the girl she's staring at is the one she believes the answer to.

This should elevate her mood.

Jinsol is back. She should be celebrating.

Her heart should swell with nothing but pure happiness.

But no.

The joy she was feeling today was not enough to elevate her mood.

She's dishearted.

The adage "people come and people go" is fully relevant. But is that necessary?

Her mind begins to stray yet again toward what happened the night before.

She didn't reply to you after she got your response because she felt disappointed.

Disappointed of what?

Disappointed that you didn't tell her sooner that you're leaving? or because it'll be the last time she'll be watching the sunset with you?

Maybe because you let go of her that easily?

She has no idea. She doesn't even understand why she is feeling this way.

However, the most important thing is that she has the idea why you let go of her so quickly.

Jungeun wants to see you so badly, and talk.

She is interested in your thoughts. But you are busy right now so she cannot bother you.

Jungeun's mind is at its breaking point. She's getting a headache from it. That's why she excused herself to go to the infirmary.

"Do you want me to take you there?" Jinsol offered being concerned by the latter.

"No, It's okay, I can go by myself," Jungeun muttered and stood up from her seat.

Yves also stood up and excused herself too, "I forgot something in the classroom and I have to get it." Jiwoo insists on going with her but Yves just answers her with assuring smile, "It's fine, It'll be quick."

Yves and Jungeun made their way out of the cafeteria. When they came out of it, they were meant to go the opposite way, but Sooyoung kept following Jungeun.

"You're supposed to go the other way, right?" She stopped from her walk and asked very confusedly.

"Right. But, I just wanted to talk with you." Sooyoung answered her with a small smile.

Jungeun doesn't have the energy to interact with people right now, but Sooyoung looks determined to have a conversation with her today.

Both of them continue heading to the school's infirmary.

"What is it about?" being weary is apparent in her voice.

Yves shared with her, "You look so bothered ever since morning, Jungeun. You keep spacing out and the others are very worried about you."

"Is there something I can help you with?" she continued.

"It's because my head hurts", Jungeun tried to say, dodging Yves' glares. which is true, but it's not primarily the cause of her odd behavior today.

They both reached and entered the infirmary. Sooyoung waits for Jungeun while the latter gets some meds from their school's nurse. She is silently observing Jungeun's behavior since morning. And she's not buying her excuse.

Well, maybe it is true but Sooyoung's guts were telling her that there is something else. The girl was looking very deep into her thoughts ever since morning. She keeps on spacing out which is very unusual for her.

Sooyoung by her side, Jungeun was returning to the cafeteria after receiving her medication. She has been hesitating about whether to tell Yves about what's going on in her mind.

With a gentle tug on Jungeun's arm, Yves stated, "Jungeun, that's not the way to the cafeteria. You are spacing out once more."

The said girl stopped in her tracks and answered her with, "Can we talk in the garden?".

Yves was baffled but agreed.

Reaching their destination, the two sat on the bench under the shade of the tree.

"So...what keeps bothering you, Jungeun?" Yves asked the moment they both sat.

"I-It's about Y/n," Jungeun gulped the lump in her throat. She doesn't know why it feels heavy saying your name.

Sooyoung's gaze never left the latter. Jungeun is nervous and somewhat shy. Keeping her head down playing with her fingertips.

"What about her?" Sooyoung tried to have eye contact with her.

"She told me that she's departing after this week, and..." Jungeun said, pausing to consider whether it was appropriate to disclose this information. However, Sharing this is significant because it was the cause of her excessive worrying, after all.

"And?" the other girl whispered.

"She confessed her feelings to me yesterday", Jungeun adds, turning to face Sooyoung, who's trying to suppress her sly smile.

I'm glad she took my advice, Yves whispered in her head.

"She also stated that even though she loves me, she must let me go, now that Jinsol is back. Y/n wants me and Jinsol to be happier together."

This information made Sooyoung lose her smile. She remembered that you and Jinsol are cousins that's why you chose to let Jungeun go to be with Jinsol.

"So this is why you seemed so lifeless all day long?" Sooyoung asked her which Jungeun answered with a slight nod.

The latter continues to lend her thoughts to Sooyoung. "I don't understand. Jinsol's return should make me feel very delighted because that was my only wish. But I can't at this time. I'm more worried about losing Y/n,"

"Last night, I wondered whether Y/n would ever pursue me if she didn't return because I assumed that's the reason why she let go of me so easily."

"Jungeun, Let me ask, what do you truly feel when you're with Y/n?"

"I am eased. I feel that I should put all other concerns aside when we are together and just enjoy being with each other. She made me experience somebody's genuine care and contempt." Sooyoung can see the honesty in Jungeun's eyes.

"I worry that I will once again lose my comfort. I had become accustomed to her presence. Even though we had just recently met, I feel like she quickly grew to be an important part of my life."

Hearing these words from Jungeun made Sooyoung realize things that the latter hasn't yet. She smirks at Jungeun who's looking at the trees with empty stares.

"I get that she already made up her mind to let me go when she confesses her feelings to me. But it made me feel disappointed."

"Jungeun, Do you like Y/n?" Yves's question made Jungeun look at her slightly taken aback. She didn't notice the cheeky smile on Yves' face.

"N-no?...I-i don't know."

Jungeun never gave it a second consideration. Her thoughts are too muddled to consider it. Or perhaps she is too focused on the idea that she only likes Jinsol.

However, Sooyoung's point illuminates her gloomy thoughts.

"So do you still like Jinsol?" Sooyoung asked her once again.

It caused her to pause for a second before responding, "Y-yes? I-I believe," with a very uncertain tone in her voice. As realizations dawn on her, she begins to question her feelings for Jinsol.

Sooyoung facepalmed and say, "Jungeun, consider it more thoroughly. I am aware that a lot is going on in your head, but you must think about how you feel about Y/n to realize and manage your intrusive thoughts," she pauses to look at Jungeun straight in the eye, "You'll never doubt your feelings for Jinsol if you're truly in love with her."

"Y/n's confession and choices won't ever be a significant worry that leads you to overthink if you're in love with Jinsol. If your only desire with her is as a friend, then you won't ever be disappointed and wouldn't think about other what-ifs. also remember that we still have exams on Wednesday, in case you forgot."

"Okay." The other girl answered her with a monotone voice.

Shit, I almost forgot about the exams. Thankfully I already reviewed some last week.

Jungeun said to herself.

The only Jungeun wants right now is to go home where she can think about things peacefully.

Yves's words were right. She should not be thinking too much if she only wants Y/n as a friend.

To be true to herself, Jungeun was grateful for Jinsol's return. She was excited to see and to be with her again. That's why she didn't understand this sudden change in her emotions.

But is it truly happened suddenly? What if she simply managed to miss the shift in her feelings?

Soon after,  they headed back to the cafeteria. Jungeun appears to be more okay after their talk in the garden. She mentally thanked Sooyoung for listening and giving her advice. Yves enters the cafeteria first so their friends will think that they did not come together.

Haseul and the others decided to have a study hang-out later after dismissal to prepare more for the upcoming exams, and Jinsol decided to also tag along. This has been their routine since before. They will always study in Haseul's room and tutor each other.

They did not forget to invite you to join them later, but because you already have plans, you politely rejected them. Well, you kinda avoiding Jungeun too, so.

\\

On Tuesday, the school announced that the classes will only be half day because teachers have meetings and so students can prepare for their midterm exams tomorrow.

Jungeun messaged you if it was possible to meet you but she only received, "I can't. I still have a ton of work to do. Let's talk when the exams are over. Good luck!".

She has no other choice than to study and prepare more for the exams. While she was putting out her notes on the table, her phone flashed up and shows a message from Jinsol.

"Jungeun, can I come over? Let me help you review for the exams just like before :)"

Jungeun responded, feeling more motivated to review than before, "Sure, take care."

This was their routine before every exam. In particular, in calculus, Jinsol tutors Jungeun on the topics she struggles with. She imparts to Jungeun some techniques that will make it simpler for her to answer and assess the problem. For Jungeun, she was a big help because she understood the lesson much better than her teacher's discussion.

Soon later, Jungeun's mother notified her and let her know that Jinsol had come. To begin tutoring her, she invited Jinsol to come to her room.

"What subject are you having trouble with? "Jinsol enquired as Jungeun was lending her trigonometry notebook and notes.

"This," Jungeun answered her.

The girl who likes math starts to analyze the problem on Jungeun's notes and tried to solve it on the other sheet of paper before proceeding with teaching the latter.

The two have gone through this cycle. Before teaching Jungeun how to answer the problem correctly, Jinsol will attempt to solve it herself. Then, Jinsol will assess Jungeun's understanding of the subject after giving the other girl a practice exercise.

Jungeun is having a hard time comprehending the topic's content making her completely get rid of her other problems.

Their study session was interrupted when Jungeun's mother knocked on her door to deliver some food. Jinsol and Jungeun moved away the items that were on the table to make room for the food that her mom brought to them, so they could start getting ready and eating the food.

Jinsol was very happy right now. Every small memory that they shared before, she wants to do it again. She longs to be back with Jungeun. She sincerely hopes that Jungeun would still hold a special place in her heart for her.

But, Jinsol is certain that something has changed, though. Even though they have only been together for a few days, she already feels it deeply and in many ways. Jungeun is the kind of girl who enjoys showering love on others.  She likes expressing her emotions through physical touches. Because of this, Jinsol was a little disappointed when she returned, and Jungeun was not as clingy as she had been. They were used to constantly holding each other's hands.

 It would be unreasonable for her to demand an instant favor, considering that it was her fault for the changes she was experiencing.

Jinsol already acknowledged that Jungeun might no longer be in love with her, just as she told you. Naturally, it causes her heart to hurt terribly. She does love Jungeun, but she made a mistake. Her behavior clearly shows that she is undeserving of her. Her unwise choice ultimately caused her heartache.

Jinsol broke the silence and calls the latter, "Jungeun..."

"Mhmm?" Jungeun stopped eating her food and looked at Jinsol.

"Is there someone else?" She murmured, slightly scared of what Jungeun's answer would be.

The other girl gave her a questionable look since she didn't hear it clearly, "What?"

"Is there already someone else in your heart?" Jinsol said louder than her voice earlier, before looking her directly in the eyes.

Jinsol's glares towards her were averted by Jungeun. She didn't say a word for the entire minute. She does not know how to answer because she is still not sure. She is still unsure about her feelings. Jinsol is still focusing on Jungeun, who is inadvertently fiddling with her food.

She doesn't need the answer to her question. Based on how Jungeun acts, Jinsol already has it.

"You don't need to answer... U-uhh We should eat so we can continue the review." She grinned bitterly to the latter, who was still avoiding her stares. Jungeun nodded silently and proceeds on finishing her food.

Upon completing all the food that her mother had prepared for them, they did resume the review. After that rather awkward incident, nobody dares to speak again unless it's about the exam.

\\

Jungeun's brain began to hurt from the amounts of information she had taken in after studying for nearly the whole day. She started to complain to Jinsol that she couldn't take it anymore but the other girl only laughed at her.

They organized all of her notes that were scattered across the table. Jungeun collapsed onto her bed after having an extremely exhausting day. She seems like she'll pass off quickly. 

Jinsol, on the other hand, is observing her actions in silence with a small smile on her face. It's still too early in the afternoon to call it a day, so she starts to remember some of the activities they used to do.

"Lippie, Do you want to go out?" she suggests then caused the latter to open her eyelids.

Jungeun said, "Where are we going?". The pillow muffles her voice.

"Maybe, in the Hangang River? That was our usual spot." After remembering those moments, Jinsol responded with a faint smile.

Initially hesitant, Jungeun eventually accepted.

She wants to go back there to realize things, and finally have answers to her dilemma.

Aside from that, It was what she had previously hoped for, to visit that park once more with Jinsol.

She misses spending time in that park with the person who first made it special. She used to come here just to witness the sunrise with Jinsol enjoying the ambiance of the park in the early morning. They will have their breakfast picnic while watching the sun begin to rise and reveal its warm colors, which will soon fill the entire sky for the rest of the day.

At certain times, there aren't many people in the park. Most of them were older people strolling their dogs or getting their daily exercise.

Returning to the present, the travel to the park was quite enjoyable. As it always was, jokes and laughing could be heard throughout Jinsol's car. They looked back on their past experiences at this park.

When they arrived at Hangang Park, there appeared to be an event because numerous stalls had been set up in a particular part of the park. They both decided to look through each one to see if there was anything they could buy.

After checking, Jungeun said that they should rent a bike already. She's been looking forward to it since earlier. Jinsol chuckled at her and grabbed Jungeun's hand and they began to start walking towards the rent station.

Jungeun remembered how she loved holding Jinsol's hand every time. They used to stroll this park hand in hand. No one is willing to remove each other's palms. This small gesture was enough to make her feel secure during those times.

That afternoon they spend all of the time enjoying each other's presence after longing for so much. They both agreed that they should do the activities they used to do in the park before.

She is beginning to sense that this park has become a significant part of her life. She had many memories of events that had taken place here. Regardless matter whether it's in the morning or the afternoon, it has wonderful memories that she will cherish forever.

Looking at the sunset holding their ice cream in cups, Jinsol and Jungeun sat on a bench in front of the river when the tiredness starts to kick in from strolling.

As the sun began to sets, the magnificent rosy color is spreading across the whole calm sky. Jungeun suddenly remembers you. Unknowingly her mind leads her to the memory of that day.

"A penny for your thoughts?" Jungeun was brought back to reality when Jinsol asked her.

She looked at the other girl who was grinning at her, "Just remember someone," she whispered.

"What made you remember them?" Jinsol replied then took a bite of her ice cream.

"The sunset." the latter answered slightly shaking her head. Jungeun puts her attention on her dessert before it melts.

Jinsol hummed briefly looked at her and then to the sky.

"She loves sunsets," Jungeun starts to reminisce about every moment she was with you, "and I'm starting to love it too." she continues her statement by looking at the bright pink sky.

Jinsol noticed how Jungeun's lips turns upward. This is like the first time of the day she saw the other girl smile genuinely. She has been noticing since lunch that Jungeun is slightly distracted. Don't get her wrong, but the way she smiles right now is very different than earlier.

Jinsol got intrigued by this so she asks, "tell me more about her."

"Hmm, she's wonderful. A wonderful companion and buddy. She took good care of me, and I was deeply grateful for that." the other girl stated.

They were still eating their ice cream but Jinsol can taste the bitterness on her tongue.

Getting lost in the beautiful scenery that the sunset gives to her, Jungeun begins to describe the aspects of you that she finds interesting. She was completely unaware of Jinsol's stares or the other noises coming from the busy park.

"We prefer different things, so I didn't even assume that we would get along. However, she disregards her preferences so I can choose what I enjoy." Jungeun giggles when she remembers that you hate sweet foods but still buy them for her.

"She became my comfort when I was longing for your presence. And, it made me feel a different type of warmth deep in my chest every time I'm with her."

Jinsol smiled bitterly as she hears those words from the person she dearly loves.

It looks like I have my answer to my question earlier.

"She's also selfless." A deep sigh left Jungeun's lips remembering your message.

"How can you say that she is?" Jungeun turns to look at Jinsol.

Because she chooses to let me go to be with you.

She wants to say it to Jinsol, but it's not right to say it to her.

Jinsol doesn't know anything.

Instead, she answers with, "Because she's been unselfish with me."

Jinsol couldn't do anything than nod her head and absorb all of the words that Jungeun says.

"I want to return all of the good things she has done for me." Jungeun continued.

And I badly want to be with her side forever.

Like a strike of lightning, her unexpected insight provides the answer to her dilemma.

A long silence falls between the two of them.

They both didn't notice how the sky erased the trace of the magnificent sunset and replaced it with a dim shade of gray.

"I think we should go home. It's getting colder." Jinsol suggests and gave the latter a half-smile. She got up from her seat and slightly remove the dirt off her pants.

Jungeun doesn't understand what Jinsol said.  She just nodded with an absent mind and followed her.

To Jungeun, everything fell silent. All that can be heard in her head is the noise of her thoughts.

I like her

She is now certain of what she says to herself. These three words are constantly repeating inside her mind.

Your love is like wine for Jungeun. 

A wine that gave her a bittersweet taste that she's afraid to spit out yet finds too good to swallow.

The taste that she knows; she will look for, the moment it's gone.

And she's willing to take the risks to relive the experience. 

Being drowned in her thoughts, Jungeun didn't notice that they already reached their house. Jinsol opened the door for her which made her back to reality. 

 Jinsol was patiently waiting for her as she got off the car and closes its door, "Goodbye, Lippie. Thank you for spending some time with me again. I missed it so much."

"Thank you too. I needed that tutor and the hang-out in the park. It helps me a lot." Jungeun answered her and smiled back. 

Jinsol nods and gave her a faint smile, "You should go inside."

Jungeun's stares focus on the ground and she slightly nibbles the inside of her pocket.

"Uhm, Jinsol?" the shaky whisper left her lips.

"yes?" The said girl answered her.

She knows she's certain about this, but she was unclear about Jinsol's reaction, "I'm sorry, but I like someone else already. She is leaving, so I don't want to miss what may be my final chance.", she said giving an apologetic look at her.

To her surprise, Jinsol just chuckles and pinch her cheeks. "It's fine, Lippie. She's the one you're talking about earlier, right?" heck, Jinsol knows to herself that it was a fake chuckle.

"Yes," Jungeun murmured. 

Jinsol stares at the stars in the stars when she felt her tears starting to build up. She expected this to happen. But she didn't know how hurt this could be, even though she was ready. Her awareness of who she had fallen made the heartache deeper.

She clears her throat and tried to say something without breaking her voice, "You should go inside." She smiled softly and tapped Jungeun's arm.

As Jungeun observed her eyes, they appeared to be slightly glistening. She knew that these were the tears that were going to come. 

She just nodded her head and turned around to go inside.

Jungeun felt sorry for Jinsol. 

She knows how it hurts because she'd experienced it.

I'm sorry but I know what I feel towards her is real, so I'm taking my chance. 

Jungeun muttered to herself, walking towards their door. 

The moment Jungeun entered their house, Jinsol felt a tear escape from her eye. She smiled bitterly and sniffs silently, "Why am I crying? I knew that this would happen. It's my fault after all," she said blaming herself.

She took the cuff of her jacket to wipe her tears. Jinsol inhaled deeply and starts to drive back home. 

Jinsol reflected on their earlier times spent together.  All of their moments seem to be replaying in her head like an old record. Then, a bittersweet feeling overcame her.

It was right, "The joy is in remembering; the pain is in knowing it was yesterday".

she said to herself, alone in her car.

\\

Friday is the most anticipated day of the week. After a grueling three-day exam, everyone is now celebrating its completion. Because the examinations are finally over, Haseul and the others decided to give you a farewell party at Yves' condo. They all want to hang out with you again now that they know you're leaving, as they found out last Wednesday.

In all honesty, Haseul, Vivi, and Jiwoo were pouting over the fact that they were the only ones who were unaware of your early departure. They just know that you're busy because of the upcoming midterms, not because you're also organizing your papers.

Jungeun anticipates this day as well. She was expecting finally see you and talk to you, which made her both anxious and delighted.

Additionally, realizing that she's now sure that she likes you caused her heartbeat to become more erratic. The thought of seeing you again causes her heart to beat rapidly. She misses you badly because, since you arrived in Korea, this seems to be the longest period she has been apart from you.

Yves, Jiwoo, and Jungeun were assigned to buy the drinks, chips, and other snacks. Haseul and Vivi are the ones that will prepare for the venue, and cook some meals. While you and Jinsol both decided to buy boxes of pizza and flavored fried chickens. 

When the two of you arrived at Yves' apartment, her living room was already decorated, and Haseul and Vivi were plating the food they had cooked. You set the pizza boxes on the counter and proceed to the living room. On the couch, Jinsol is already grinning while checking something on her phone.

"What are you watching?" you asked curiously.

You saw the smiling girl show you her phone. It was a cute but corny TikTok video. 

You muttered to her, "That was corny." teasing her because she is so entertaining to make fun of.

Jinsol gave you a gentle elbow and stated, "You just have no fun." She then continued watching other TikTok videos. 

You got up to the kitchen to assist the other two in preparing the food. 

Jinsol is still bitter about you since she doesn't sure if you feel the same way about Jungeun. She is aware, however, that she is solely responsible for this. She views you as a sister, thus she is unable to resist you or become upset with you. Despite the pain in her heart, she just wants to be happy for Jungeun no matter what happens.

"Hi, is there something I can help you guys with?" You ask the couple.

"Can you get some plates on the cabinet and wash them?" Vivi asks you with her charming smile.

"Sure." You smiled back and did the task.

While cleaning the dishes and utensils. You could hear the three arrive. As soon as she entered, Jiwoo gave the entire group a cheery greeting.  Yves let out giggles because of her girlfriend.

To set the chips and other snacks on the middle table, Yves headed to the living room. She and Jinsol nod at each other in greeting.

The alcoholic beverages and juice were delivered to the kitchen by Jungeun and Jiwoo. Jungeun and you exchanged shy glances for a brief moment. The tinge of crimson red may be seen on Jungeun's face. She wants to hug you right now, but it would be weird.

You muttered a trembling "Hello," unsure of how to approach her following your confession.

Before putting the drinks in the fridge, she uttered a brief "Hi."

Following a brief exchange of greetings, you bring the dishes into the living room so that you can begin eating. You had considered returning to the kitchen to assist Jungeun, but you noticed Jinsol get up and head there instead.

 You wonder whether they are already glad to be together once more. After all, you let her go for a reason, among others. A tiny bit of jealousy seeped into your heart.

You felt a nudge on your arm. "What's up?", It was Yves with her gorgeous smile asking

"I'm fine, how about you and the others?" You smiled at her too.

"I'm fine too, I don't know the others." She answered with a sly tone.

When you're going to follow up on her response, Jiwoo cuts you off. She hands a platter to each of you.

"Let's eat!" She said beaming.

Looking around, you've just noticed that the others are holding their plates.

Your dinner was quickly followed by the small party. Everyone was enjoying themselves and was concentrating on playing cards. Wave after wave of laughing, argument, and shouting flooded Yves' apartment. Jiwoo, Jinsol, and Jungeun did most of the shouting as they became engrossed in the UNO game.

Most of the time, you and Vivi are the only ones doing anything but laughing while this chaos unfolds. This scene occurs frequently, regularly. On the other hand, Jungeun constantly steals and looks your way. Because you also continued doing this to her, you always caught her glancing your way.

Even though you're all having fun, your interactions are nonetheless awkward.

This was observed by Yves, but every time she witnessed the two of you acting strangely, she simply grinned and shook her head. Jinsol observed this encounter as well and believes that you and Jungeun have something going on.

After almost 10 rounds of UNO, Haseul thought that it is time to play the drinking game. It was a card game that involves alcoholic drinks. The cards contain dares, questions, and the statement "you drink".

Yves requests your company while she goes to grab the drink. and you replied, "Of course," to her.

As you stood up, you followed the girl in her behind.

Jungeun continued to fixate on you before you left her line of sight. She's already interested in speaking with you, but the timing is awful.

"Go get the tequila. I'll just cut some lemons and get some iodine salt." She commanded you. You nodded your head and proceed on getting the drink.

To grab the tequila, you opened the refrigerator. As well as the cupboard where you find the shot glasses.

When you had everything you needed, you returned to Sooyoung, who was chopping some lemons. The salt was already placed on the saucer when you got beside her.

"You were very awkward with each other," Sooyoung says as you observe her in silence.

She was so sudden, you went, "Huh?"

"Tss, I said, you and Jungeun are awkard." She gave you a quick glimpse before turning back to the lemon.

"W-well...I don't know." You whispered.

Sooyoung just mentally faces palmed before placing the lemon slices on the platter. After placing all of the dirty dishes in the sink, She grabs the plate and saucer,

You took this as a sign to go back to the living room.

Cheers can be heard once more in the living room.

"We don't need to finish the bottle of tequila", Haseul, the group's mother, reminds everyone. "If you start feeling tipsy, it's alright to quit," she says.

After confirming her request, everyone gathered back in a circle around the center table. Vivi shuffles the deck while secretly anticipating who would be the first to get drunk.

Since everyone had a shot before the game began, it appears that the others have plans to become inebriated. Since she still wants to talk to you, Jungeun has decided not to play the game and may instead take only a shot tonight.

However, you chose to enjoy yourself because this will be your final night with them and you have a strong tolerance for alcohol. You also feel the need to drink due to the complicated of your love life.

You all took turns selecting a card from the deck. Jinsol was given the challenge to consume one slice of lemon and chew it for one minute. Based on the card she was chosen, Vivi must take a shot. Jiwoo was given the challenge to stop her mouth till it was her turn once more. The "no shot until your turn" card was also dealt to you.

After about two rounds of playing with the card, everyone decided to quit because they were all starting to feel dizzy. Even though they were already dozing off, they insisted on watching a movie. Only you and Jungeun are still sane. For you, Jiwoo, and her girlfriend to lay down on the carpeted floor, you moved the living room's center table. As you and the others rested, Jungeun went to grab some pillows and blankets for you and the others.

This made your heart flutter with joy.

In the middle of the movie, something on you wants to go out on Yves's balcony. You look at your friends who are soundly sleeping beside you. Gently getting up from laying down, you go out assuming that all of your friends were deep asleep. 

Half sleeping, Jungeun awoke to see someone approaching the television. She looked over at her friends who were lying down and saw that you weren't there. The girl immediately rose and turned to search for you. She noticed you leaning against the glass railing.

Jungeun went out to the balcony even though she knows that it was slightly cold. 

The sound of the sliding door caught your attention. You felt your heart jumps because of joy and nervousness.

 "It's cold you should go inside," You stated to the girl wrapped around a blanket.

"I know but I want to talk with you." Jungeun said tackling herself more to keep warm.

Although you are a little unsure of what she wants to discuss with you, you are aware that you are interested in talking with her as well. 

Nodding to her, "So, how are your test results?" you ask opening a topic to talk to.

"It was hard but, yeah, they were all finished." Jungeun answered looking at the city lights.

You haven't seen her for a week now. Without a doubt, you missed her company and admire her inherent beauty. You can tell she was sleepy by looking at her face, but despite this, she is still awake. 

To avoid her noticing that you are staring at her, you turn your gaze elsewhere.

Silence falls between the two of you. 

On the other hand, Jungeun is very nervous about what she would like to say to you. She can feel the tension building in her chest. 

Looking at the cars below you, you can feel that she start to stare at you. 

"I like you." she whispered but this is enough for you to understand what she said. 

Looking back at her, you chuckle and give a little headshake before saying, "I'm not Jinsol."

Jungeun stated to you with certainty, "I know and I like you for who you are."

A portion of your heart blossoms with hope. You can feel it in the way that your stomach turns over and your heart begins to race. But you don't believe her since you thought she was simply playing with you because she was tired.

"Stop. You're just making me hope that it was true." 

"Y/n, I'm not lying. I no longer love her. It was you—the person for whom my heart seeks."

"I'm sorry, It's hard to believe, Jungeun. Is this about my confession—"

Jungeun, cut you off, "It's not about it, Y/n. I genuinely like you. You've been in my mind and dreams. My genuine feelings are for you. I initially believed they were for Jinsol."

You don't know what to reply to her because you can see in her eyes and feel in her voice that these were all real and nothing but pure honesty.

After saying what she wanted to say, Jungeun felt a slight sense of relief.

Your heart has fully blossomed with hope, and joys are now enveloping it. But then, your cousin comes to your mind.

"Does Jinsol knows about this?" you ask. The guilt is starting build-up.

Jungeun answered shortly after, "She knows, but didn't know it was you." 

You turned your head aside as you tried to gather your thoughts.

"I don't know. This happens so fast for me, Jungeun. I'm leaving in a few days already. Think about it carefully. Let's talk before I leave." You said seriously.

A small "okay" was her reply.

Although Jungeun is aware that this is a quick occurrence for them, she still believes in her love for you. Additionally, she needs time to reflect on your leaving and other matters after this.

"Also, I want to concentrate on my studies because I have a great responsibility after I graduate from college," You added, slightly explaining to her what you want to happen even after this.

Once again the silence falls between the two of you.

Each minute, the number of cars on the road decreased indicating that it was getting late. 

Your hearts felt as though they were about to pop when the sliding door opened and someone spoke.

"What are you two doing there in the cold?" It was Jinsol.

The two of you buffers didn't know what to say.

"U-Uhm we just talked but we're going inside already," you answered her with a thin smile. Jungeun nods along, taking a glance at you before turning to Jinsol.

Jinsol returns the nod and yawns before rubbing her eyes.

Jungeun and you exchanged glances before smiling briefly. You follow Jungeun as she enters the room, and locks the door. 

\\

It's now Tuesday afternoon, four days after the party. Moreover, it is the night before your departure. Jinsol started her first day back at school last Monday when the school restored its normal routine.

You paid a final visit to your relatives in Korea over the past weekend. They also decided to treat you to dinner wishing you luck and a safe trip back to your home country.

Since there haven't been many changes in your interactions with Jinsol, you assume that she is still unaware of your situation with Jungeun.

When your doorbell is rung, you are arranging your belongings in your luggage. You get up to open the door, but because it's lunchtime and everyone else is in school, you're not anticipating a visitor today.

To your surprise, it was your cousin that come to your apartment. 

"You are now skipping classes, Jeong Jinsol?" you playfully said to her. 

Jinsol laughed at you and went inside your apartment saying, "I asked Miss Jung if I can go help you with your stuff, and she gladly agreed."

She has already observed the clutter in your living room. Your sofa is covered in a few stacks of clothing, and there are three pieces of baggage on the ground. Jinsol begins to organize part of your clothing and fold it so that it will fit more compactly in the bag.

You went to your room to get a pile of the books you had purchased while in Korea.

"Are your documents and plane ticket ready?" Jinsol asks while still folding your clothes. 

Sitting on the couch adjacent to her, and answered. "Yes, I already arranged them last week. I only have to pack up my things now."

You keep organizing your books. "When did you start packing", Jinsol ask

"Last night." You said and got up again to get some other things in your room.

She stares worriedly at you as you return to the living room, "Did you get enough sleep?" 

"Well, kinda. I had other things to do last night, so." 

Jinsol has stop putting your clothes in the luggage when she heard your answer.

"You've been sleeping late these past weeks, Y/n. That's not good. Oh, and before I forgot, I'll send you tomorrow at the airport." 

You nod to her statement, "I know, I'm just thinking some other things." 

"Is this about Jungeun?" Jinsol abruptly said.

You froze for a brief second and questioned if Jinsol knew enough about it.

"I know that it was you, Y/n." She said to you like she had read your mind, " and I'm not mad." she continued.

"I-I'm sorry." this came out naturally from you. 

"Don't be. It's not your fault to fall for her." She said and gave an assuring smile. 

Because of your guilt for your cousin, you gulped and said, "W-well, It was late when I realize that she was the one you're talking about, but I promised it's not my intention to fall for her."

She had known it was you ever since Jugeun first described you to her in the park. Considering that she has known this aspect of you since you were a child. Furthermore, she noticed how serious you two appeared to be when she saw you on Yves' balcony having a conversation.

Jinsol gives you a small smile and says, "I know, Y/n. I just want to be happy for both of you. She deserves better, and I know it's you." 

She meant these words. She values both of you greatly because you and Jungeun played significant roles in her life. Although Jinsol is aware that it would be difficult for her to move on, she will do her best for the two of you.

Well, it works out extremely well for you. You immediately felt relieved as your concern for Jinsol disappeared.

"Is this what you guys talked about last Friday?" 

"But, I told her that it happens so quickly and she should think about it more", you replied, slightly shaking your head.

"Just trust Jungeun—" she was interrupted when the sound of your door alarm filled the apartment. 

The video intercom shows the girl she was about to say. 

Your heart skips a beat the moment you saw her. 

"Oh, she's here. You two should talk again. I'll go now and be back later at night." Jinsol smiled at you one last time. 

You walked her up to the doorway before she opens it. 

Jungeun was startled when she saw you and Jinsol opening the door. 

"H-hi." she left a small greeting to both of you.

 Jinsol greeted back with a wave and let Jungeun come in. 

After locking eyes, you and Jungeun flashed a smile at one another.

"Have a seat." You said to her offering your sofa.

"Thank you, but I'm not going to be here for very long", Jungeun politely declined your offer, saying, "I only want to give you this." She then handed you a piece of paper and said, "I hope you'll read it after your departure."

You take a small red envelope that you assume is a letter.

Feeling your heart sparkling with curiosity and joy about what the letter would be.

"T-thanks," you say, blushing a little on your cheeks.

With embarrassment, Jungeun rubs her nape. "Y/n, I want you to know that I'm really sure of my feelings for you. I know it appears as if it happens fast but the truth is that I didn't realize it sooner. You're right, We should focus more on our goal for ourselves and I'm ready to wait for you no matter what. Let's not hurry the thing about us because if we are really for each other, we are till the end." Jungeun felt weak because her heart was full of delight.

Is it possible to fall in love with someone you've just known for a short while?

To Jungeun, it is. She experienced a different surge of joy while she was with you. She felt her soul was captivated by the warmth of your presence. She felt so domesticated just being around you because you are her home. 

You immediately felt as though your soul were being taken to heaven after hearing Jungeun's statement. Your delight caused your hearts to soar.

You cannot stop yourself anymore and hugged Jungeun so tightly. The two of you haven't been this close to each other in a very long time.

"I'm very thankful for assuring me, Jungeun. You don't know how much these words mean a lot to me."

Jungeun hid her face on your shoulder and hugged you back. 

She cannot feel her chest anymore. It's too numb because of how happiness and gratification.

That afternoon your hearts were so close to each other, beating in the same rhythm.

 It feels like your heartbeats became one.

\\

Jinsol sent you to the airport as she had promised yesterday. Before they left for school, your other friends met you at your apartment. You hugged each of them individually and made a promise to visit them when you have time.

The last person to give you a final, tight hug was Jungeun. She gives you a cheeky kiss on the cheek. You briefly felt frozen, but you immediately tightened your embrace of her.

"I'll miss you," you said whispering to her ear.

When Jungeun felt your breath near her ear, she shivered a little and said, "I'll miss you too."

You are currently on your way to your home country. Opening your bag, you saw the red letter that Jungeun gave to you. Without a doubt, you read it.

To Y/n,

I'm sure you were on your way home by the time you read this letter. I do hope that you'll arrive home safe and sound.

We've settled down a few things here. I'll always keep our promise, and I do hope you'll do the same.

You don't have to be concerned with all of the problems that disturb you. Although time and distance may be a challenge, I am confident that we will always find a way to return to each other's arms.

I'm grateful that the universe allowed our tiny paths to cross. I never would have imagine meeting someone as wonderful as you. I was at my lowest point when you met me. My life was completely soulless and lifeless before you arrived, and I'm pleased you're here now.

A typical human heart beats over 3 billion times throughout their lifetime, but every time I see you, my heart skips a beat, depriving me of the normal amount of heartbeats. How long have I kept myself isolated and terrified of all of these? But this time, I'm willing to take a chance on something genuine. Since I am aware that the greatest love of all is that which the heart may feel but the eyes can not see.

Y/n, forever I will stay with you.

With you, and only you.

\\

For the three years, everyone has been doing very well in their college life. Even though they're studying in different cities, they always find a way to have time together.

Additionally, you keep your promise to pay them a visit when you get the chance. But finding time is never easy due to the time difference and everyone's schedule.

Similarly, Jungeun and you experienced this. You solely communicated through Messaging for the first several months that you were apart from one another. There are times when you glance out your window, and all you see are dark skies and stars, even though you can see the sunset in the background.

But you have a great plan.

\\

The sun is already setting when Jungeun reached her apartment. Opening her door she can already smell the food that is being cooked.

Grinning to herself she thought it was her best friend again surprising her a visit. When she removed her shoes she couldn't recognize the shoes laying on her shoe rack. Additionally, it looks like newly bought shoes too.

"Yah, Jiwoo you didn't inform me again—" she immediately stop in her tracks and was very surprised at what she was seeing.

"Surprise? I guess." You said slightly chuckling before putting down the ladle and turning off the stove

Before you even had a chance to turn around, you felt two arms firmly around your waist. You hold her hands while giggling at her and try to ease them a little so you can turn around and hug her as well.

Jungeun pressed her face on your neck while holding you so dearly.

You wrapped your arms around her neck and gently laughed as you whispered, "I'm not going anywhere, Kim."

"I miss you so much," She said softly. You began to rub her back when you felt a dump on your sleeve.

Kissing her temple, "don't cry."

After some minutes of hugging each other in the middle of her kitchen, Jungeun wiped her tears and sniffled.

"Let's eat, I already cooked your favorite food." You said to her smiling. She nods to you and holds your hand.

You two primarily discussed college life over dinner. She questioned what you were doing in Seoul when you were supposed to be at school today. You explained that you are taking advanced courses so you can graduate faster than planned, which is why you didn't frequently visit them during your holidays.

Because you didn't inform Jungeun of your plan, she acts like she was annoyed. However, she secretly felt touched and proud of you for working so hard to get back to Korea.

Following supper, the two of you spend the rest of the evening cuddling on the couch, feeling at ease. While you two are watching a random television program, Jungeun is resting her head against your chest. Her hair is being caressed by one of your hands as the other is snugly around hers.

Before you both turn in for the night, you two agree to watch the sunrise the following morning.

\\

You haven't been to the Hangang River in a very long time.

The last time you went here was the point at which you realized Jungeun would never truly be yours and that you would have to let her go.

 But it looks like the universe has a different plan for both of you.

The moon is setting. You and Jungeun are peacefully strolling down the park's path while casually holding hands. 

The warmth in your heart radiates from the heat of your palms against one another.

You two sat down on a seat as the morning sky began to reveal its serene pastel hues. Now that it is awake, the sun is prepared to present everyone with a memorable day.

The sun's dazzlingly bright light reflects Jungeun's face as she looks at her. 

You want to wake up to this view each morning.

"Jungeun," you called her softly. 

The girl looked at you cutely raising one of her eyebrows and smiling, "hmm?"

"Can I be your girlfriend?" You've been dying to ask her this question for a very long time.

You felt a tight squeeze of your hand.

Jungeun looks at you and playfully says, "The sunrise is beautiful, isn't it?"

This statement made you laugh, and answered her, "It is." while nodding your head. 

She smiled at you before leaning in.

 "Then, it's a yes." 

Those were the last words you heard before you felt her soft lips on yours.

It taste like a wine.

The wine of her affection.