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NEWS FLASH ᥫ᭡ TAEYEON SMAU

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The days following the incident blurred together, indistinct and colorless. Y/N moved through her schedule mechanically, her body on autopilot, responding only to the demands of the industry that never slowed down. She showed up to work, rehearsed, filmed, and performed, but the fire that once fueled her had long since dimmed. Every movement felt rehearsed, every smile a practiced imitation of what it once was.

She hardly ate. Mealtimes became a ritual of pushing food around her plate, pretending for the sake of those around her before setting her chopsticks down in silent defeat. Sleep was an afterthought, something she no longer had the luxury of indulging in. Her body stole rest when it could—head tilted against the van window, eyes slipping shut between takes, muscles giving out just long enough for her to disappear into the void of exhaustion before someone called her name, pulling her back into the waking world.

Her members noticed. They always noticed. The dark circles under her eyes, the way her frame seemed more fragile than before, how the laughter that used to spill from her lips so easily had been replaced by silence.

“Y/N, here,” eunchae murmured, sliding a small packet of snacks in front of her. Their voice was careful, measured, as if speaking too loudly might scare her away.

She stared at it for a long moment, her fingers twitching slightly before she forced a weak smile. “Thanks,” she mumbled, but she made no move to open it.

Later, in the practice room, she sat on the floor, staring at her untied shoelaces, exhaustion weighing heavily on her limbs. The others were sprawled around her, taking a break between run-throughs, their chatter filling the space like white noise.

“I’m telling you, we need a vacation after this comeback,” natty groaned, throwing her head back dramatically, sweat clinging to her skin.

“Yeah, but where would we even go?” chungha mused, stretching her legs out.

“Somewhere quiet. A place where no one knows us.”

“That doesn’t exist,” karina laughed, though there was a hint of longing in her voice.

Y/N tuned them out, fingers absentmindedly twisting the fabric of her sleeve. The conversation swirled around her, voices overlapping and fading in and out, like she was underwater, watching the world move without her.

A gentle nudge against her shoulder snapped her out of her daze. She looked up, meeting a pair of concerned eyes.

“You okay?”

The words sat heavy in the air between them. Y/N forced a nod, the lie feeling thick in her throat. “Yeah,” she said, barely above a whisper.

No one looked convinced, but they didn’t push. They never did. Instead, the conversation carried on, as if acknowledging her silence too much might shatter her entirely.

And so she sat there, surrounded by voices, by warmth, by people who cared—yet feeling more alone than ever.

As the days dragged on, the weight of Y/N’s exhaustion became impossible to ignore, not just for her but for everyone around her. The rehearsals, the shoots, the relentless expectations—she carried them all in silence, her shoulders growing heavier with each passing moment. Even when she was surrounded by her members, she felt distant, as if there was an invisible wall between her and the world.

Then came the announcement.

The company’s decision to film a new lifestyle variety show meant that their already limited moments of privacy would become even rarer. Some groaned at the idea of cameras invading their personal space, while others tried to find the silver lining, cracking jokes about being reality TV stars.

For Y/N, it was just another thing to get through.

After an exhausting day of work, they trudged into the dorm, barely lifting their hands to greet the hidden cameras scattered throughout the space.

“We’re home,” jisun muttered, voice heavy with fatigue.

“Ugh, I forgot about these cameras.”

“Might as well give them a good show,” karina joked, striking a half-hearted pose before immediately collapsing onto the couch, burying her face into a pillow.

Y/N, however, didn’t acknowledge the cameras at all. She didn’t even glance at them. Without a word, she went straight to the bathroom, shutting the door behind her.

The show’s cameras captured the others as they slowly shed the weight of the day—eunchae rummaging through the fridge for late-night snacks, another sitting cross-legged on the floor, absentmindedly scrolling through her phone. natty let out an exaggerated groan as they sank into the couch, pressing a cold water bottle against her face.

“That was brutal,” chungha mumbled, rubbing her sore shoulders.

“At least the choreo is coming together.”

“Mmm. Still, my legs feel like they’re going to fall off.”

The laughter that followed was light, exhausted but warm. But even as they joked and unwound, their eyes would flicker toward the hallway, toward the closed bathroom door, toward the room Y/N disappeared into.

When she finally emerged, she didn’t join them.

The show’s cameras captured her as she slipped beneath her blankets, curling into herself, motionless. The only sign that she was even awake was the slow rise and fall of her chest.

The others tried to carry on as usual, but their energy was dimmed. So jisun sighed, setting down her phone before pushing off the couch.

“I’ll go check on her.”

No one stopped her. If anything, the others followed, her movements slow but deliberate.

One by one, they entered her room, careful not to turn on the lights.

Jisun climbed into bed beside her first, pressing close, a silent presence in the darkness. eunchae slipped in on the other side, their warmth seeping through the blankets. Chungha reached for her hand, fingers curling around hers, grounding her in reality. Natty and Karina wordlessly tucked the blanket around her more securely, making sure she was warm, making sure she was safe.

They didn’t push. They didn’t ask questions.

They just stayed.

And for the first time in days, Y/N felt something other than emptiness.

And night, as the others drifted off to sleep, Jisun broke the silence.

“You don’t have to talk,” she murmured, their voice barely above a whisper. “But you can.”

Y/N’s breath hitched. For a fleeting moment, her resolve wavered. The weight of everything pressed against her ribs, the words threatening to spill from her lips.

But then, just as quickly, she swallowed them down.

Instead of answering, she turned away, staring at the wall.

Jisun didn’t push. She just squeezed her hand a little tighter and stayed.

The next day, the group arrived at the building with heavy steps, their exhaustion still lingering from the previous day’s grueling schedule. The air inside the practice studio was cold, the fluorescent lights buzzing overhead as they filed in one by one. The familiar scent of sweat and worn-out sneakers mixed with the sterile smell of the polished floors.

Y/N barely registered the hum of the studio as the others began stretching, quietly moving through the motions of warming up. Her muscles were sore from the day before, but she pushed them aside, focusing only on getting through the next set. The others exchanged glances, their faces tired, but no one said a word. They had all seen Y/N’s struggle, but they knew better than to bring it up. She’d shut herself off from their concern, retreating behind a wall of practiced smiles.

Y/N made her way to the center of the room, where the mirrored walls reflected her every move in sharp detail. The others followed, gathering in their usual formation as the choreographer called out instructions.

“Alright, let’s run the choreography from the top. Y/N, you’re leading,” the choreographer said, his voice steady but with an undercurrent of caution.

Y/N nodded, forcing a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. She could feel the weight of everyone’s gaze on her, but she refused to acknowledge it. She focused on the beat, her body moving almost mechanically in time with the music.

The routine was a demanding one—sharp movements, quick transitions, and rapid changes of direction. The music pulsed through the speakers, filling the room with a sense of urgency. Y/N’s body, however, seemed slower than usual, each step feeling heavier than the last.

Her breath came out in short bursts, her chest tightening with each movement. She could feel the fatigue settling deeper into her bones, the pressure mounting in her temples, but she kept pushing, determined to keep up. Her arms were stiff, her legs uncooperative, but she forced herself to power through, matching the others step by step.

As they continued, the sweat began to bead on her forehead, trickling down her face and into her eyes. Her movements were slightly off—her footwork not as sharp, her turns a beat behind. She could hear the other girls behind her, their voices a steady rhythm as they moved through the dance, but she felt disconnected from it all. The steps blurred together, the music a distant thrum in her ears.

She glanced at the mirror, briefly catching her reflection—a pale face, hollow eyes, shoulders too rigid, a faint tremor in her hands. For a split second, she thought she might collapse right then and there, but she steadied herself, shaking off the thought.

After a few more sets, Y/N’s legs began to feel like lead. Each time her feet hit the ground, a jolt of exhaustion shot through her, but she pushed herself again and again. She couldn’t let the others see. They were counting on her.

Her vision started to waver at the edges, her limbs heavy and stiff. Her breaths came in shallow gasps, each one more difficult than the last. Despite her best efforts to hide it, she could feel the familiar pressure rising in her chest—the one that always came when she pushed herself too far. But she didn’t stop.

When the choreographer called for another round, Y/N’s body finally gave out. Her legs buckled beneath her, and before she could hit the ground, someone was there—catching her, steadying her, but it was already too late.

The room erupted in a flurry of motion—staff rushed over, her members leaping to her side, their voices a frantic mess of concern. “She’s burning up.” “Has she even eaten today?” “Someone get help.”

But Y/N didn’t respond. The world spun in and out of focus, her vision going dark around the edges as her body refused to obey. The sounds around her faded, muffled as though they were coming from a great distance. Her hands were shaking, her chest heaving with every breath, but it wasn’t enough.

The others hovered over her, their worried eyes pleading for her to say something, but she couldn’t find the strength to speak. The weight of her exhaustion pressed down on her, suffocating, and all she wanted was to disappear into it.

The cameras, always on, never captured the rawness of the moment. They stayed silent as the room took care of Y/N, ushering her off to the side, away from the recording lens. It was a small mercy.

The chaos in the room was palpable, but the staff moved efficiently, guiding Y/N to a nearby chair, away from the mirrored walls and the glare of the overhead lights. Her body felt like a dead weight in their arms, her skin hot to the touch as if she were burning from the inside out. Her breathing was shallow, rapid, and despite everything, the exhaustion still hung over her like a thick fog.

Her members gathered around her, their faces tight with concern but unsure of what to do. Jisun was the first to crouch down in front of her, her hands hovering around Y/N’s face as though she might break something fragile if she touched her too roughly. “Y/N,” she murmured, her voice barely audible over the tension in the room. “Can you hear me?”

Y/N’s eyes fluttered open, barely able to focus on the faces around her. Everything was a blur—like seeing through a fogged window, everything distant and muted. Her mouth felt dry, and when she tried to speak, only a soft rasp escaped her throat. She opened her mouth again, but no words came.

The sound of shuffling footsteps reached her ears, and someone—she couldn’t quite tell who—handed her a bottle of water. She brought it to Y/N’s lips, urging her to sip. It took a moment before Y/N’s shaky hands reached for it, her fingers trembling as she grasped the bottle and took a small drink. The cool water seemed to bring her back to herself just a little, and she could hear the collective sigh of relief from her members.

“You need to rest, Y/N,” Jisun said, her voice soft but firm. “We can’t continue like this.”

Y/N wanted to argue, wanted to say she was fine, but the words wouldn’t come. She could feel the weight of their eyes on her, the expectation, the unspoken demand that she push through, keep going, keep being the person they all needed her to be. But it was too much. She was too far gone to fight it.

“I—I’m fine,” she whispered, but even to her own ears, it sounded hollow. Her body, however, betrayed her. She was barely holding herself upright in the chair, her head lolling slightly to the side, and her vision kept blurring, as if the world was slipping out of focus.

“Y/N,” eunchae spoke up, her voice laced with concern. “You need to go home. This isn’t normal.”

The rest of the group murmured their agreement, casting one another anxious looks, but no one moved to push her out of the room. It was clear that despite their care, none of them knew what the right move was. Should they let her rest, send her away, or force her to confront whatever was spiraling inside her? The room felt charged with uncertainty, the atmosphere thick with the weight of a decision no one wanted to make.

Y/N felt a flicker of anger in the pit of her stomach, but it was quickly swallowed by the overwhelming fatigue that gripped her. How had it come to this? How had everything she’d built, everything she was, become so fragile? She didn’t know how to explain it, not to them, not to herself. The burning sensation inside her chest wasn’t just physical; it was emotional, something deep and painful that made her want to crawl out of her own skin.

“I don’t need to go home,” she managed, the words barely making it past her lips. Her voice cracked on the last word, and she winced, cursing herself for sounding so weak. She wasn’t weak. She couldn’t be weak.

Karina’s expression softened, but there was a hint of frustration in her eyes, frustration with Y/N for not taking care of herself, for not being honest. “Y/N, listen. We care about you. You can’t keep pretending like everything’s okay.”

Y/N wanted to shake her head, to tell them that she was fine, that they didn’t understand, that they couldn’t possibly understand. But she didn’t have the energy for that fight. Instead, she closed her eyes again, feeling the pull of exhaustion tugging her deeper into the chair, her head tilting back slightly as her breathing steadied.

In that moment, all she could feel was the unbearable heaviness of her heart—the ache that had been there ever since the confirmation, ever since Taeyeon had made her choice so public, so definitive. The thought of it, of everything unraveling so publicly, made her chest tighten even more, but she couldn’t bring herself to face it. Not now. Not here.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, the words slipping out before she could stop them. She didn’t know what she was apologizing for—everything, nothing, the failure to hold herself together, the brokenness she had hidden for so long.

Jisun hesitated before reaching out to touch Y/N’s hand gently. “You don’t have to apologize, Y/N. You don’t have to carry this alone.” Her voice was steady, warm, filled with understanding—something Y/N didn’t feel she deserved. But she didn’t pull away. Instead, she allowed herself to sink into the quiet comfort of Jisun’s presence.

The rest of the members stood there, unsure of how to move forward, but Y/N’s eyes slowly closed, retreating once again into the quiet, turbulent storm of her mind. They wanted to help, but there were no easy answers, no quick fixes. And as the minutes ticked by in tense silence, Y/N realized something she wasn’t sure she was ready to admit: she wasn’t sure how to fix herself either.

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The episode had barely ended when the internet erupted. Fans, usually quick to dissect every second of screen time, had noticed something unusual—Y/N’s absence.

While the other members laughed over takeout, teased each other about dance mistakes, and slumped onto the dorm’s couches in exhaustion, Y/N was a ghost. The few times she appeared, it was fleeting—lying in bed, back turned to the camera, or moving past in the background like an afterthought. Then came the moment that sent speculation spiraling: the group returning home after practice, sweat still clinging to their skin, dragging their sore bodies into the dorm. But Y/N was nowhere. Not sitting at the table eating, not showering, not even in her bed. It was as if she had vanished.

The internet caught fire. Where is Y/N? Why was she barely in the episode? Is she okay? The questions multiplied, clogging comment sections and trending worldwide within hours. Fans searched for clues, rewatching past content, analyzing schedules, even scouring blurry airport photos for signs of her. The theories ranged from mild—maybe she was sick, maybe she had solo schedules—to wild speculation about hidden conflicts, secret departures, or something worse.

Yet, no answers came. The other members, usually quick to engage online, said nothing. No reassuring live streams, no playful social media posts. Just silence. The group’s official account eventually posted a vague message, something about busy schedules and individual activities, but it only made the unease grow.

And Y/N? She sat curled up in the corner of the dorm, phone in hand, thumb hovering over the screen as the hashtags and messages flooded in. Some were worried. Are you okay? Please say something. Others weren’t as kind. If you’re going to act like this, just leave the group.

Her chest tightened. The weight of it all—the expectations, the pressure, the unspoken demand to always be present, always be smiling—felt suffocating. She thought about responding, maybe a simple “I’m fine,” but even that felt like too much. What could she even say? That she was exhausted? That the constant scrutiny had drained her to the point where she barely felt like herself anymore?

She exhaled shakily and locked her phone, setting it down beside her. But even with the screen off, she still felt surrounded—by the comments, the pressure, the inescapable presence of millions of eyes picking apart her every move.

Days passed, but the storm didn’t quiet. If anything, it worsened. Fans grew more restless, demanding answers. Articles speculated on her condition. Even some media outlets started covering the situation, labeling it “Y/N’s Disappearance: Mystery Within the Industry.” It was no longer just an online discussion—it had become a full-blown crisis.

And the company noticed.

The first meeting was impersonal. A few managers, a public relations officer, and a stiffly worded conversation about the growing controversy. They wanted a statement. Maybe a quick video, just a few seconds, smiling, waving, reassuring everyone that she was fine. That nothing was wrong. That the company wasn’t mismanaging her, that there was no conflict within the group.

Y/N sat in the conference room, staring at them. Smile. Reassure them. The words swam in her head, but all she could think about was how much effort even lifting the corners of her mouth would take.

“I’m tired,” she finally admitted. It was the first time she had said it out loud—to anyone.

The room fell silent. Some of the staff exchanged glances, others shifted uncomfortably. It wasn’t the response they wanted.

One of the higher-ups sighed. “You have schedules coming up, Y/N. You can rest when—”

“No,” she cut in. “I need to rest now.”

That was the moment everything changed.

For the first time, they truly looked at her. Not as an idol, not as a product to be marketed, but as a person—one whose exhaustion was no longer something that could be ignored.

A second meeting followed. This time, it was more serious. Her manager spoke softer, her company’s CEO even showed up. They discussed the online response, her declining health, and, finally, the unavoidable decision.

A hiatus.

The official statement came the next day.

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ourdadai · 1 year ago

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mymoodwriting · 2 years ago

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Request for @hydroyaksha (Alien!NCT) 5.7k, yandere, royalty, lost princess, space travel, manipulation, paranoia, kidnapping, restraints, abuse, choking, implied non-con, prophecy (@starillusion13)

“Where are you…”

You jolted awake, quickly sitting up and looking around. There was no one else in the room, as it should be. This was a private room in the library that housed some very important and very old books. Only those with authorization could be here, and only two at a time max. Since you needed access to some books you had reserved the room for yourself for at least three hours. You figured you must have been dreaming or something. Which was cause for scolding. You had a research paper to work on for your final and you dozed off. When you checked the time you were grateful to see you had only taken a ten minute nap, and hadn’t slept on top of anything but your arm.

“Y/n…”

You quickly turned around upon hearing your name being whispered, but you were alone. Now you were starting to get this uneasy feeling that maybe you weren’t. The room wasn’t that big, but there would be places to hide here. You cautiously got up, carefully walking along the aisles and seeing if anyone else was there. After a sweep of the room you could further confirm that you were alone.

“Y/n…”

Now you were starting to think someone was playing a prank on you. Maybe no one else was in the room with you, but they could have left behind some kind of device. You sighed and started looking around for the source. Your name continued to be whispered and it grew louder as you went into one of the aisles. It was still a soft whisper but at least now you knew the source was close. You ended up scanning the books on a shelf, thinking this noise device was in one of them. Which if it was the case you’d need to report it. Nothing should be interfering or stored with such books that require delicate care. Every book on the shelf was labeled, except for one.

“Gotcha.”

You grabbed the book off the shelf, carefully opening the book up. It wasn’t surprising to find the pages blank, but there was nothing inside it. You waited a moment, realizing the whispering had stopped. Maybe the book itself was the device, but either way you weren’t gonna leave it here. You took it back over to your table and set it down looking back over your notes. Eventually your eyes returned to the book, starting to get a weird feeling. It looked like an old book, but it didn’t have a label on it anywhere. You picked it up again, opening up to inspect the pages to get an estimate of its age, and to your surprise there were now words.

You immediately let go of the book, looking back on your memory. You had flipped through it before, and it had been blank, you swear it was blank. Once you let your mind settle down you carefully grabbed the book, flipping through the pages. There was no index, but you could see chapters labeled by number on occasion. Although when you got to the first page there was a weird symbol, and the next page had your name on it. You screamed and dropped the book again. Now you were really starting to freak out. There was this ancient book with your name on it and it made no sense. You were also being incredibly disrespectful to something so old. You were lucky no one else was here to witness any of this.

You took a deep breath, knowing you had to muster up the courage to figure out what was going on, and that meant looking at the book. It was on the floor with a random page opened, so you decided to walk over and crouch down. You read something about a young girl celebrating her fourteenth birthday. Apparently after she had blown out the candles a smaller cake was smashed in her face. It was a first for them and was quite shocking, but they found the whole idea to be fun. After that she had to be weary of cake on her birthday, but it was a welcomed challenge. Reading all that made you giggle, as you had gone through the same thing as well. Your friends had purposely gotten a second smaller cake to throw in your face, and did so going forward.

You carefully skipped ahead a couple more pages, thinking this must be some kind of memoir or collection of stories. Then you remembered this was an old book and moved your hand away. The fact the book was written in a language you understood was something of note, but to talk about something so similar to your life. You had so easily forgotten your name was written in the book. You looked down at the pages that were now open, reading them to see that they talked about a girl celebrating her university acceptance. She had gotten into her first choice and had managed to get a full ride. For a moment you thought you could delude yourself into thinking this was someone else, but then you saw your university’s name written in the pages.

“This… what is this…”

You flipped forward a few pages, reading about the girl pursuing her studies and the type of classes she was taking, all the ones you had done so your freshman year. A few more pages ahead and they mentioned the girl dating for the first time, and the name given was your first boyfriend. You skimmed the next few pages, finding something you didn’t want to. At the start of your junior year you went to a homecoming party with friends, which was a big mistake. You caught your boyfriend sucking face with another girl, completely sober, and later that night a group of drunk frat boys nearly took you back to their frat house. Just the idea of what would have happened if they succeeded made you sick.

You never told anyone about that incident, just said you stepped out for air, and then decided to leave the party. So seeing that written down in this book started to ground you in reality. Whatever this was, it was about your life. All the important stuff was here like a memoir you had yet to write. You were careful as you looked over the next couple pages coming up to your present. As you suspected it mentioned working on your final research paper in a private room in the library, and finding an ancient book with your life written out, both past, present, and future. That meant that the new few pages were things yet to come. You hesitated for a moment before reading ahead.

You’d get a good grade on your paper and graduate with honors. Your friends were going to make such a big show when your name was called, and the next day you’d receive confirmation about a job you had been anxious to hear from. Even if this was all scary, reading all that brought a smile to your face. Maybe this wasn’t a curse but some mystic form of reassurance. You should have stopped reading, but you kept going, reading about your life in your dream job, how well everything was going for you. The fear you originally felt started to melt away, that is until you read about a group of men finding you.

The scenario came out of nowhere. Your life interrupted as they appeared and kidnapped you. From there the story spoke of space traveling, and the girl discovering she was a long lost princess being returned to her home planet. Reading all that confused you that you skimmed back over older pages. That was so absurd. Everything so far had seemed real, but this whole idea about being kidnaped, and space, and some other home planet. As much as you wanted to tell yourself it was a lie everything else in the book had been truthful so far, which made this extra creepy. This was your supposed future, but you couldn’t just believe it.

You were startled out of your thoughts as your phone alarm went off. You got up to turn it off, seeing the reminder that your time was running out in the room. It was time to pack up your things, and once that was done you glanced back down at the book on the floor. You weren’t really sure what to think of it, but you didn’t like it. You carefully picked it up and put it back where you found it on the shelf. You wanted nothing to do with it, so you left, hoping to put the whole thing behind you. Of course with exams and final papers it was easy to forget about it, that is until graduation. As the day went on you remembered the book, and were watching the events it had foretold play out.

It was weird, feeling like deja vu, but this was also a big day. Of course your friends would go all out for you and vice versa. It wasn’t until after the party that you got worried. You had passed out at your friends place, waking up at noon and seeing you had an email from your dream job. It was your letter of acceptance and you jumped for joy. You wound up waking up your friend and the two of you celebrated, deciding to go out. When you had a moment alone you looked back at the message, remembering what the book had said. Things were gonna go well until those strangers came and took you away.

As your life moved forward you couldn’t shake this uneasy feeling. If you just followed what the book said you felt like the kidnapping would happen. So you looked for a way to change your future. You found a position in the company that would cause you to travel a lot, with all of it practically paid too. It wasn’t what you had originally planned for yourself, but it wouldn’t keep you in one place too long, so you applied for the position. You were fortunate enough to get it, and thus began your life as a nomad. It was a bit difficult, as you could never really place down any roots, but you weren’t the only one bouncing around the globe. You made friends with those at your side and found joy in life.

For three years you lived that way, and you stopped looking over your shoulder for these ghosts. This may not have been your original plan but you were living your best life. Whenever you had personal time you always found yourself in such incredible places, and could truly enjoy yourself. If not for the job you wouldn’t have such amazing experiences. After a celebratory night of drinks, you only had a few, you were making your way back to your hotel. You checked your phone for a moment and accidentally bumped into someone. You nearly lost your footing but they grabbed your arms and made sure you didn’t fall.

“Oh my gosh… I’m so sorry, thank you though.”

The person who had saved you was quite beautiful that you were starstruck, although the fact they hadn’t let you go snapped you out of it. You reached up to move their arms away but they held on tighter.

“Uh… you can-”

“… found you…”

“Thank you again.”

Your panic gave you strength and you pulled away from the other. Before they could say anything more you ran off. You didn’t look back, wanting to get as far away as possible. The bright side of being put up in fancy hotels was they had good security. You made it to your place and showed your keycard to get to the elevators, finally able to take a breath. It was possible you overreacted but you weren’t gonna risk it. When you got to your room you collapsed onto the bed, glad to finally get off your feet after a long day. As you were about to get up to shower you heard a knock at your door.

You thought it was house keeping and got up to go check, although you saw no one. It was probably some mistake so you stepped away. A second later though you heard the door unlock. You were about to tell the worker that you were in when you saw a handful of boys walk through the front door. Their sudden presence startled you, it wasn’t until the door shut that you snapped out of it. You ran to your phone, but for some reason it wasn’t working. You tried the phone by the nightstand, but the line was dead. When you looked back you realized they had you surrounded, but kept their distance.

“Get out! Or… or…”

You didn’t know what to say, and all your words left you when the boys bowed. For a moment you thought to run but then they all stood up at once, and one of them spoke.

“It’s an honor.”

“Please just get out.”

“I’m afraid we can’t do that.”

They all took a step towards you, two of them grabbing you and pinning you down on the bed. You struggled beneath them but another held you down. You were about to scream when a hand was placed over your mouth. Next thing you knew you felt something cold against your head and the world cut to black.

🖤

When you woke up later you felt so out of it, barely able to keep your eyes open. From what you could see through blurry vision it didn’t look like the hotel you were staying at. After a while of struggling you managed to sit up, feeling a bit better, and getting confirmation that you were somewhere else. You needed to get out of here. You struggled to move your body so you could get out of bed, ending up on your hands and knees on the floor. This headache wasn’t going away so you laid down. You put your hand to your head and wound up feeling something cold and small on it.

You tried to grab it but it seemed stuck to the side of your head, and it hurt when you tugged on it. Eventually you stopped trying, feeling like you were only making things worse. You worked up the courage to get on your hands and knees, pulling yourself up onto the bed to sit down. You looked around and saw the door, a few, and you knew one of them had to be an exit. Now you just needed the strength to move. You tried to stand up straight but wound up falling back on the bed. A moment later you heard a door open and looked over to see an unfamiliar face walk in.

“What are you doing? You should be resting.” The boy came over and helped you lay back down. “We’re not home yet.”

“Just let me go…”

“I can’t do that, nor will I.”

The boy pressed his hand against the wall, and you saw a glow, but you weren’t sure what he was doing. Then you noticed the lighting in the room changing and you looked over for the source. Your eyes went wide as the color of the wall faded away, revealing glass and an endless black sky of stars.

“I… this…”

“It’s a long journey back home. Besides, your body isn’t used to being in space. It’ll still take time before you can properly stand and walk around.”

“Space… is this really a spaceship?”

“You’re safe here.”

“You’re taking me from my home…”

“Earth was never your home.” The boy explained. “You were sent away as a child for your own safety. Now it is safe for you to return.”

“There… there was a book… it said I was a lost princess…”

“Yes. It’s a book of prophecy that foretold your future. Your family sent you off knowing you’d be safe in the end.”

“I should have read more of it… like the beginning… or after you show up… maybe I could have avoided you for longer…”

“Maybe. Sleep, you’ll be better in no time.”

You definitely weren’t in any condition to be up on your feet, and having the other tuck you in was really pulling you under. Still you reached to grab their arm.

“… what’s… what’s your name…”

“Me? My name is Johnny, now get some sleep.”

He grabbed your hand and placed it on your chest, giving you a smile as you drifted off to sleep. When you woke up again you found yourself somewhere different yet again, but you felt better. You didn’t struggle out of bed, and as you were going towards the door you felt a gust of wind. It made you realize you weren’t in space anymore, and there was a window open. You looked back and saw the curtain moving, making your way over. It wasn’t just a window, but a balcony. You stepped out and used your hand to block the sunlight, your eyes needing a moment to adjust. As you looked out into the world you saw yourself above some type of garden. Some plants looked familiar, and yet others were brand new.

The breeze was nice, and off in the distance you could see some walls. You couldn’t see much beyond them besides the tops of trees, but you were certain this place wasn’t Earth. You stepped back inside the room, seeing how luxurious it really was. You found a mirror and stood in front of it. Nothing seemed different about you, but you got a good look at this small metal disk on the side of your head. You tried to remove it, but it was still stuck on you. It wasn’t gonna stop you though, so you began to try the doors. You found a walk-in closet, with a lot of clothes, and the bathroom, but you figured the door that was locked was your way out. You tried it a few times then heard it unlock and stepped back.

“Princess, you’re up already?”

“… who are you…”

“Ah, I should introduce myself.” The boy bowed. “I’m Ten, a member of NCT, and I’m at your service.”

“This isn’t Earth… is it?”

“No. This is your home planet. Everyone is eager to meet you after all this, so we should prepare you.”

“What?”

“Your welcome home party is tonight, and we have much to do.”

A second later more people entered and you were ushered over to the mirror. They sat you down at a vanity, getting things out and looking you over. All these others consulted Ten about what to do for you, and many were whispering under their breath how excited they were to work with you. While your makeup and hair was done, Ten was talking with others about your outfit and going through your closet. You couldn’t really say anything, not wanting to break the flow everyone had going on.

The dress that was picked out for you was incredible, but you wouldn’t be putting it on just yet. Your hair had been mostly done, and a light coat of makeup, just to get started, you still needed to eat. You were worried about going out of the room, but you didn’t have to as someone brought over a cart of food. Everything smelled delicious, although you were nervous about eating it. One of the others in the room tried things before you and assured you the food was safe. They were really treating you like royalty.

After that you felt a bit bad if you didn’t eat, so you tried something that looked familiar. It was actually really good and gave you the confidence to try the other things. You had your fill and were given a while to let the food go down and rest, then it was back for preparations. Soon enough you were dressed and properly prepared. It was still early for a party, and you realized that you weren’t actually done. Ten had you walk around the room so you’d be comfortable in the new shoes, as well to make sure you were okay with what you were wearing. You found yourself staring in the mirror, amazed by your own beauty.

“Princess? Are you alright?”

“Princess… am I really one?”

“I understand it might be difficult to accept. Doesn’t every young girl wish to discover she’s a real princess? A dream come true can be hard to believe.”

“Being a princess wasn’t really my dream… but it still feels surreal.”

“Tonight should help you see this is very real.”

You had a lighter lunch, not wanting to mess up anything before the party. It was certainly a choice to keep you in your room all day. Ten wanted to let you experience it all bit by bit. He disappeared for a while, returning dressed in an elegant suit. When the time came he escorted you out. The halls alone were quite beautiful. There was so much art around, both paintings and sculptures. It distracted you a bit that you nearly lost your footing, but everything was alright. As you ascended the stairs that’s when your new reality truly began to settle in.

So many people were gathered on the floor below, dressed for a gala, and here for you apparently. You heard more whispers, people questioning if it was you, the long lost princess. You looked to Ten but he merely gave you a reassuring nod. Another gentleman made an announcement for you, introducing you as a princess, and there was an eruption of joy. You made it to the bottom of the steps, being approached by many who bowed and told you it was such an honor to be in your presence. They welcomed you home, and looked forward to seeing you thrive. All you could really do was smile and thank them. This was all still so new to you.

Quite a few asked you about your life on Earth, but all you could really say was that it was good. Although bringing it up made you more and more homesick. For the most part Ten answered questions, telling guests this wasn’t the time for such things. Throughout the night you were also introduced to the rest of NCT, learning that they would all be around the palace to help you adjust. Even if you didn’t do much throughout the night you were tired by the time the last guest left. It was quite obvious so Johnny wound up picking you up in his arms, and carrying you upstairs to your bedroom.

“Did you have fun?”

“It was weird… feels like a dream…”

“This is very real.”

“I’m still trying to believe that…”

“Let’s just get you to bed now. You’ve had a long night.”

“Hm…”

You dreamt you were back at that party, feeling so alone. There was nowhere you could run to, and no one around you was familiar. Everyone around you had smiles on their faces, happy to see you when you didn’t even know what they expected of you. When you woke in the morning your heart was racing, and it didn’t help to be someplace so unfamiliar. You wanted to go home more than anything, but that wasn’t an option. You got out of bed and went to shower, grateful that it still worked the same. Afterwards you browsed the closet with a towel wrapped around you, trying to figure out what to wear. It was all your size, which was weird, but you just wanted some clothes.

“Good morning, Princess.”

You screamed and grabbed the towel tightly, turning around to see Taeyong at the door. He smiled at you.

“Apologies. I didn’t mean to startle you. I’ll give you a moment to dress yourself.”

Taeyong turned away and you picked something out in a hurry. You used the towel to dry your hair and stepped out to meet Taeyong.

“Good morning…”

“Good morning. I came to escort you to the dining hall for breakfast.”

“Alright.”

“Afterwards I’ll provide you with a tour of the palace, and then we can discuss your coronation.”

“My what? Coronation?”

“You may be a princess by name, but you have returned to the throne. Your welcome home party was last night and many are waiting for you to take your rightful place.”

“Uh… but I…”

“We need to discuss preparations, as well as double check your measurements, figure out the menu and guest list. Much to do.”

You were ushered out of the room and led down to the dining hall. There was so much food on the table you felt bad as you knew you wouldn’t be able to eat it all. You offered Taeyong some but he said he had already eaten. So you ate your fill, and then Taeyong escorted you around the palace. There was a library and pool, a beautiful garden, and so much more than you had imagined. The place was huge, and you met some of the other staff members around. You wanted to explore, but Taeyong told you there were other things that required your attention at the moment. So you went to the throne room at the end of the tour, seeing for the first time.

On an elevated platform there were four seats, the two in the center bigger than the other two, each with a crown symbol above them. It was the throne for the previous king and queen, as well as a prince and princess. Without thinking you walked over to the throne for the princess, your hand touching the arm rest. From what you had been told you were sent away when you were little. All the memories you held were of Earth and your adopted parents, nothing about the beginning of your life. You looked to the other thrones, and seeing the one for a prince tugged at your heart.

“I had a brother?”

“Yes.”

“He passed away?”

“Yes. You’re the only one left with royal blood, so you must ascend the throne.”

“The sooner the better I guess…”

“Indeed. You may sit down if you’d like. The others should be here shortly.”

“I’m not really a princess… so I’ll stand.”

“As you wish.”

The rest of NCT soon gathered, and they began talking about your coronation. They spoke of the guest list, as well as how to prepare the palace for the event. Many were looking forward to it, but they couldn’t accommodate everyone. They’d have to choose wisely. Although it seemed the event would be broadcast later on. You weren’t really listening, and eventually someone took notice.

“Princess.” Renjun said. “Are you alright?”

“Huh? Sorry… this all still feels like a dream…” You looked over at the thrones again. “What happened… why am I the only one left…”

“There was a war.” Johnny explained. “Many were dragged into it and you needed to be protected.”

“But what of my brother? He could have-”

“The Prince was the first one slain.” Jeno added. “I’m sorry.”

“Oh… when’s the coronation…”

“In three days.” Kun began. “It’s an all day event where you will be properly reinstated as a Princess before ascending the throne to be Queen. Both are rather long ceremonies, but they are traditions.”

“We’ll take care of the finer details.” Taeyong said. “And we’ll guide you through the ceremonies. It’ll be best to have rehearsals.”

“Okay.”

There was a lot to prepare for the big night, so you were nervous but you weren’t alone. You got to know NCT better over the coming days. None of them ever left you alone, and were always making sure to take in your opinions.

“Do you like this little cake?” Jisung asked.

“It’s really delicious.”

“We should find your top three and have those present at your coronation.”

“Am I even going to be allowed to eat? Don’t I need to keep a good image?”

“Of course you can eat. It’s your party.”

They made you feel comfortable with your new reality. Being gentle as they eased you into all these things. Even if they were meant to help you out with everything, they felt like friends above all else.

“How does it feel?”

“Uh… a little tight on the waist…”

“Loosen the lace.” Doyoung ordered. “Is there anything else?”

“No… the dress is just… unique…”

“Not to your liking?”

“Not really.”

“Apologies, but this is the traditional garment to be worn.”

“I know. I can manage it for one night.”

“Thank you.”

Even though everything was still so foreign, you were quite excited the night of your coronation. The morning was a bit hectic as everything had to be put into place, but by noon, as your reinstatement ceremony took place, things were going to plan.

“You look beautiful.” Jungwoo commented. “Truly a Princess.”

“But not for long.”

“Then let us make the most of this moment.”

This whole night was also a big gala, and Jungwoo was the first to take you onto the dance floor. Your first dance as a Princess. He led you through the steps, and thankfully they were very simple. You traded dance partners a few times, finding yourself with Xiaojun when there was a sudden commotion. The sound of glass breaking and people screaming. Hendery and YangYang rushed over to you as well, all three boys standing in front of you like a shield. You looked over their shoulders to see what was going on. A group of people dressed in gray tones, and they seemed to have weapons. You thought there was peace in the world now, that’s why you were brought home, but this didn’t look like it.

“Princess!” One yelled. “You are surrounded by liars!”

“… what…”

“You’ve only just returned and are taking up such responsibilities. Do you even know who stands besides you?”

If you were to really take responsibility, you couldn’t cower in fear. You pushed past your human shield, standing proud.

“What are you talking about!”

Of course Hendery and Xiaojun immediately pulled you back despite your struggles. Now that you had spoken the intruders knew where you were, even if the three were trying to hide you.

“You can’t trust NCT. They’re monsters who’ve taken over and are using you for power.”

You wanted to ask for more information, but others of NCT stepped forward, and it seemed that security reinforcements had arrived. There was a bit of a scuffle, but the intruders were ultimately dragged away.

“What will happen to them?”

“Execution.” Yuta stated. “After interrogation.”

“We also need to figure out who failed to do their job.” Sicheng added. “For now let’s just assure everyone that everything is under control.”

“Agreed.” Taeyong said. “You three take the Princess to recollect herself. Tonight won’t be cut short.”

You had many questions, and doubts, but you knew there was a lot going on this night, and you probably wouldn’t get answers until the end. So you waited, tried to keep a smile on your face and go through the coronation process. All the guests were happy to witness a historic moment. It was followed by many congratulations and good wishes. You pulled through the rest of the night, and then finally got to retire to bed. Most of NCT made sure to get cleaning preparations underway, while others went with you to your room. You should have undressed and cleaned up first but you plopped down on bed, letting out an exasperated sigh.

“Can one of you get me history books?”

“What for, my Queen?” Shotaro asked. “It’s quite late, shouldn’t you unwind to get some sleep? It’s been a long day.”

“No. If I’m gonna run a kingdom I need to know about its history.”

“There’s no need for that.” Haechan assured. “You have all of us.”

“And what if I want to set foot out of the palace? I need to know how to survive.”

“We’ll let you know about anything you need.” Chenle added. “There’s no need for you to worry about these things otherwise.”

“No. That’s not how this is gonna work.”

“It is.” Taeyong entered the room, stepping towards you. “We are in charge here, and you’re going to do as we tell you.”

“What?’

“You don’t really think all the people here tonight have any expectation of you running the kingdom, do you?”

“But… I’m their Queen now, I-”

“You are a Queen by name only. Solely because you are the last one left with royal blood. If not for us, you would have died on that awful planet.”

“I didn’t ask to be here! You dragged me here against my will and-”

“Gave you what any little girl would want. So be grateful.”

“Get out.”

Taeyong chuckled. “I’m afraid that’s not gonna happen. You see, you belong to us, your majesty.”

You stood up, unhappy with the way things were going. Although Taeyong didn’t hesitate to step forward and wrap a hand around your throat.

“It was written long ago that you would be a puppet Queen to the ruling class of this kingdom. I am merely fulfilling that prophecy.”

“… what…”

“That ancient book with your life written out, it was sent off with you when you left this planet, and when we went to search for you we hunted it down since it would lead us to you, no matter what you did. I did read a bit of it when you were young, so it was nice to finally read out the rest of your life. You probably should have read more if you really wanted to change your fate, but alas here we are.”

“… let… go…”

Taeyong granted your wish and threw you on the bed, quickly climbing on top of you and pinning you down. You tried to struggle beneath him but his grip was firm.

“Truth is, no matter what you did, you’d end up here. Under me.” Taeyong smirked. “A Queen needs her King, and I assure you, I’ll be good to you.”

“Get off me!”

“We can announce our engagement next week. Along with your pregnancy.”

“… what…”

“I need an heir too. We’ll have a few children together.” Taeyong reached down to touch your belly. “And our first born will be a son, isn’t that great?”

“Let go! Let go! Let go!”

“Just relax, my Queen, I’ll be gentle.”

“Please… please don’t do this…”

“This was always your fate, our fate. I don’t think I’d have it any other way.”

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multiphandomunnies · 1 year ago

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fromis_9

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darkstar225 · 2 years ago

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Twice's 10th member is babysat by Fromis_9

A/N: I got an ask on Tumblr from one of my besties on Tumblr and I loved writing it, ty bae! :D

The request: yo lady I got a request and you prob know who its from even if its a anon lol anyways back when y/n was a minor, but like younger like 14 idk the members wanted to go out drinking but the didn't want y/n to be alone all night so they left Y/n with Jiwon Jisun and Jiheon from fromis_9 and at first y/n didn't wanna go because she didn't know them well but after seeing that Jisun was comforting and motherly like Jihyo Jiheon was calm and funny like Tzuyu and Jiwon was playful and loud like Dahyun and Nayeon y/n begged to stay longer then just one night..(Jihyo said no) (A/N: Yes, I do know it's you boo lmao ily)

PS: Tysm for everyone that reads what I write, I hope I can bring a smile to your faces every time I post! I'd like to thank whoever sent me this idea 'cause I loved to write it <3

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It was a Friday evening, and the members of TWICE were excitedly discussing their plans for the night. They had been working hard, promoting their latest comeback, and they were looking forward to some well-deserved relaxation. However, the thought of leaving Y/N alone for the entire night didn't sit well with them. The girl was the youngest member of TWICE, still just 14 years old, and they wanted to ensure her safety and make sure she had a good time too. With that, Jihyo, as the leader and mother number 1 (lmao), came up with a brilliant idea. She knew the members of fromis_9 and believed they would be the perfect company for their kid. She called up Jiwon, Jisun, and Jiheon and explained the situation. The fromis_9 members were more than happy to help out, seeing it as a chance to bond with TWICE and take care of their cute maknae.

When TWICE informed Y/N about their plan, she felt a mix of anxiety and curiosity. She didn't know the fromis_9 girls well and wasn't sure if she would be comfortable spending the night with them. She expressed her concerns to her Omma Jihyo, who reassured her that the fromis_9 members that were coming (and the ones that weren't too but that's not the case lol) were kind-hearted and would take good care of her. As the night approached, the maknae found herself at the dorm where fromis_9 stayed, it was nice and cosy. She was greeted by Jiwon, Jisun, and Jiheon, who welcomed her warmly. Jisun, with her gentle smile and caring demeanour, reminded Y/N of Jihyo in some way, maybe the motherly vibe (Jisun is the mom in Fromis_9 so it makes total sense and I love it sm). Jisun sensed TWICE's sunshine's nervousness and immediately went out of her way to make her feel at home.

Jisun - Hey, cutie! Don't worry, we're here to make sure you have a great night. Let's start by ordering some of your favourite food and getting comfortable.

Jisun sat the younger girl down and asked her about her hobbies, interests, and dreams. They discovered their shared love for singing and dancing, and Jisun encouraged Y/N to pursue her passions wholeheartedly.

Jisun - You're so talented, kiddo! Don't be afraid to shine and follow your dreams. We'll always support you.

TWICE's angel couldn't help but feel a sense of comfort and security in Jisun's presence. It was as if she had found an older sister in her, someone she could confide in and look up to. Meanwhile, Jiheon displayed a calm and collected personality that reminded the maknae of her Tzuyu unnie. She was quiet but had a mischievous spark in her eyes. Jiheon had a unique way of making Y/N laugh, her witty comments always made her giggle. As Jiheon began to speak she pulled out her phone.

Jiheon - Hey, sis, let me show you something cool.

She started playing a funny video, and soon both of them were laughing uncontrollably. Jiheon's fun-loving nature instantly drew Y/N closer to her, as she began to see her as a cool and funny older sister figure. They shared stories, jokes, and silly dance moves, creating a bond that would last beyond that one night. Lastly, there was Jiwon, who had a playful and loud personality that reminded Y/N of Dahyun and Nayeon. Jiwon's energy was infectious, and she had an incredible talent for making any situation fun and exciting. pulling out a colourful game from the shelf Jiwon spoke excitedly.

Jiwon - Honey, let's play a game! I have this board game that I've been dying to try. It's going to be so much fun!

Jiwon initiated various games and challenges throughout the night, ensuring that the youngest was fully entertained. They laughed, cheered, and celebrated each other's victories, creating a lively and upbeat atmosphere. As the night progressed, Y/N started to feel more at ease in the company of Jiwon, Jisun, and Jiheon. They listened to her stories, shared their own experiences, and created memories together. She soon realized that she didn't want this night to end, so she begged Jihyo to let her stay longer, hoping to spend more time with her newfound friends.

Y/N - Please, Jihyo unnie! They're so much fun, and I feel so comfortable around them. *puppy eyes*

Jihyo, being the responsible leader she was, gently declined her child's request. She explained that it was important for Y/N to have a consistent routine and a stable environment. Jihyo promised that there would be more opportunities in the future for the maknae to spend time with Jiwon, Jisun, and Jiheon. Though disappointed, Y/N understood Jihyo's reasoning. She bid her farewell to her fromis_9 sisters, thanking them for their kindness and promising to meet again soon. As Y/N left the dorm, she carried with her a heart full of gratitude and cherished memories from that one unforgettable night. Little did she know that in the years to come, she would cross paths with Jiwon, Jisun, and Jiheon once again. They would all become even closer friends, sharing laughter, tears, and dreams together. But for now, the girl returned home, feeling a sense of growth and gratitude for the precious bond she had formed with the members of fromis_9. And as she remembered everything when she laid in bed, she could only have one thought:

I am proud of our dear family.

A/N: I apologise for any errors, English is not my first language. Pls, let me know if there's something wrong, ty for reading <3

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aesthetic-jisun · 2 years ago

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Roh Jisun - fromis_9 (프로미스나인) - 1st Album [Unlock My World] - imagine concept

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airaibunny · 2 years ago

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fromis_9(프로미스나인)

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littleprinces · 5 months ago

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Day 14: Cuckold

Jisun x Male Reader x OC

Kinkvember Day 14

The sun was setting as I poured myself a glass of wine, the warm amber liquid swirling in the glass as I stared out the window. My wife, Jisun, was in the kitchen, humming a soft tune as she cooked dinner. She was a vision in her apron, her raven hair cascading down her back, her almond-shaped eyes sparkling with life. She was everything I could have asked for in a wife—beautiful, intelligent, and incredibly sexy.

The doorbell rang, and I smiled, knowing who it was. I walked to the door and opened it to find my old friend, Jake, standing there with a grin on his face. "Long time no see, man," he said, clapping me on the back as he stepped inside.

"It's been too long, Jake," I replied, leading him into the living room. "How have you been?"

"Can't complain," he said, sitting down on the couch. "Life's been good. How about you and Jisun? Still living the dream?"

I chuckled, "Absolutely. She's amazing."

Jisun walked into the room, her eyes widening slightly as she saw Jake. "Jake, it's been ages," she said, her voice soft and melodic.

"Too long, Jisun," he replied, standing up to hug her. "You look incredible."

I watched as they embraced, a flicker of something primal stirring within me. I had always found Jake attractive, and the thought of him with Jisun sent a shiver down my spine.

"So, what brings you to our humble abode?" Jisun asked, sitting down next to Jake on the couch.

"I was just in the neighborhood and thought I'd stop by," he said, his eyes lingering on Jisun's face. "You know, catch up with old friends."

I smiled, "Well, we're glad you did."

The three of us chatted for a while, the conversation flowing easily between us. As the night wore on, I noticed Jake's gaze shifting to Jisun more and more often, and I saw the way her lips parted slightly as she talked to him. I could almost see the tension building between them, and it was intoxicating.

"You know," I said, leaning back in my chair, "I've always wanted to see you two together."

Jisun's eyes widened, and Jake raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?" he asked.

I smiled, "I mean, I've always thought you two would make a great pair. Jisun, you're so beautiful, and Jake, you're so... manly."

Jake chuckled, "Well, I can't argue with that."

Jisun blushed, her eyes flicking between the two of us. "I don't know," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Come on, Jisun," I said, standing up and walking over to the couch. "You can't tell me you haven't thought about it."

She looked up at me, her eyes filled with a mix of desire and uncertainty. "I... I don't know what to say."

I smiled, reaching down to stroke her cheek. "Say yes," I whispered.

She looked at Jake, her lips parting slightly as she took in his strong jawline and broad shoulders. "Yes," she whispered.

Jake's eyes darkened, and he reached out to tangle his fingers in her hair, pulling her closer. She let out a soft moan as his lips crashed down on hers, his tongue sliding into her mouth. I watched as they kissed, my cock hardening in my pants as I imagined what was to come.

Jake broke the kiss, his breath ragged. "Fuck, Jisun," he murmured, his eyes locked on hers. "You're so fucking sexy."

She smiled, her cheeks flushed. "So are you mmhhhh" she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

I watched as Jake stood up, pulling Jisun to her feet as well. He pushed her up against the wall, his hands roaming over her body as he kissed her again. She moaned into his mouth, her hands gripping his shirt as she ground against him.

I watched as Jake's hands slipped under her dress, his fingers tracing the edge of her panties. She let out a soft gasp as he slipped a finger inside her, his thumb rubbing against her clit.

"You're so fucking wet," he murmured, his voice ragged. "I can't wait to taste you."

He dropped to his knees, his hands gripping her thighs as he pulled her panties down. I watched as he buried his face in her pussy, his tongue licking and sucking her folds. She let out a loud moan, her hands gripping his hair as she rode his face.

"Fuck, Jake," she breathed, her eyes locked on mine. "That feels so good."

I watched as Jake's fingers slipped inside her, his tongue fucking her as he brought her to the brink of orgasm. She let out a scream as she came, her body shaking as waves of pleasure washed over her.

Jake stood up, his cock hard and ready as he kissed her again. "I want to fuck you," he murmured, his voice thick with desire.

She smiled, her eyes locked on his. "Yes," she whispered. "I want that too."

I watched as Jake turned her around, bending her over the couch as he positioned himself behind her. He slid his cock into her pussy, both of them letting out a loud moan as he filled her completely.

"Fuck, you're so tight," he murmured, his hands gripping her hips as he started to move.

I watched as they fucked, my cock aching with need as I imagined what it would feel like to be inside her. Jisun let out a loud moan, her body shaking as Jake pounded into her.

"Harder," she breathed, her voice ragged. "Fuck me harder."

Jake obliged, his hips slamming into hers as he brought her to the brink of another orgasm. I watched as her body shook, her pussy clenching around his cock as she came again.

Jake let out a groan, his body tensing as he came inside her. He pulled out, his cock glistening with her juices as he smiled at her.

"That was amazing," he said, his voice breathless.

Jisun smiled back, her eyes locked on his. "It really was," she murmured.

I walked over to them, my cock rock hard as I joined them on the couch. "I want you to suck my cock," I said, my voice thick with desire.

She smiled, her eyes filled with lust as she knelt in front of me. She took my cock in her mouth, her tongue swirling around the head as she sucked me deep. I let out a loud moan, my hands gripping her hair as I fucked her mouth.

"That's it, baby," I murmured, my hips moving as I brought myself closer to the edge. "Suck my cock."

She let out a moan, her mouth filled with my cock as she sucked me harder. I could feel my orgasm building, and I knew it was only a matter of time before I came.

"I'm gonna come," I breathed, my body tensing as I filled her mouth with my cum.

She swallowed it all, her eyes locked on mine as she licked her lips. "Mmm," she said, her voice filled with satisfaction. "That was delicious."

The three of us collapsed onto the couch, our bodies slick with sweat as we caught our breath. I looked at Jisun, her eyes filled with lust and desire as she smiled at me.

"That was amazing," she said, her voice soft.

I smiled back, my hand reaching out to tangle in her hair. "It really was," I said, my voice filled with satisfaction.

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ihave-atummyache · 1 year ago

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Han Jisung Imagine/One Shot

NSFW!!! SMUT!! 18++

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"Wanna smoke?" Han's voice speaks up from the other side of the couch. His touch pauses on your calf and you look over from the movie.

"I'm down. But I'm not rolling," You smile and he rolls his eyes before pushing your legs off his lap and disappearing into his room. He returns a few minutes later with some papers, a lighter, and a jar.

You sit up on the couch, putting your feet on the floor and he makes his way over, settling between your legs on the floor and placing everything on the coffee table in front of him. Your fingers immediately make their way into his hair, scratching gently at his scalp, one of your favorite pastimes since he has been growing his hair out.

"You're gonna make me hard," he grumbles and you chuckle, pushing his shoulder. Always a horndog.

"You say that every time I touch you," you complain and he shrugs, a chuckle falling from his lips. Your hands make their way down to his neck, rubbing some tense spots to try to ease out the knots.

"Maybe you make me hard every time you touch me," he defends, pouting in his tone and you can't help but lean forward, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. His head falls back and you lean down, pressing another one to his puckered lips.

You and Jisun had started fucking a few months ago after being friends for nearly a year. You two haven't had the ‘date talk’ or anything yet but you both know that you only have sex with each other.

"Even before we turned into this?" you question, motioning between the two of you. He sits back up to focus on rolling again as he responds.

"Mhm. You're just so pretty. How could I not?" he replies nonchalantly, making a blush creep up you neck as you fight the smile from your lips. He says it so matter-of-factly and it makes you warm up inside. He makes it seem like it was inevitable to happen eventually.

"You're prettier," You reply quietly and he chuckles again. He knows you are no good at taking compliments but still insists on complimenting you constantly. He stands and you follow him, wrapping a throw blanket around your shoulders as the pair of you step out onto the balcony.

The cool air hits you and the faintest scent of weed. This is the spot that everyone always smoke at so it always has that underlying scent of weed. It's only early summer so the nights are still cold but the cool air feels nice the higher you get, cooling the flush that raises to my skin. This is your favorite place to come smoke at, especially when the weather is like this.

Jisung sits down on one of the padded chairs and pats his lap, waiting for you to join him in the chair. You giggle as you tilt your head him.

"It's your job to keep me warm since you have the blanket," He smiles up at you as you approach him, sitting down onto his lap. You chuckle and playfully roll your eyes before placing on of your arms around his neck. His arm wraps around your waist, joint in one of his hands and the lighter in the other. Once it lights, he brings it to your mouth, he always lets you take the first hit…because he is a gentleman.

You take a deep inhale, letting the burn fill your lungs before exhaling into the night air. You relax a little more into Jisung and his hand immediately finds your hip, rubbing gently as he takes a hit from the joint.

You grab his phone from the side table and press shuffle on one of your favorite playlists he has. The same playlist that you obnoxiously forced him to share with you months ago and it's all you listen to now.

"Thanks for always updating this playlist," You chuckle as he holds the joint up to your lips and you take a hit.

"Of course. It kind of changed from my personal playlist to one for both of us," he replies and you exhale, a smile making it's way to your face.

You two continue to pass the joint back and forth until it's nothing but a cherry and place it in the ashtray. Jisung leans back in the chair, pulling your legs up so you’re sitting practically on top of him.

"I don't think I can get any closer to you, Ji," You tease, a giggle escaping your lips. He smiles in return before biting down on his lip.

"God, I love your laugh," his voice is quiet but before you can reply, he leans in and presses his lips to your’s in a quick peck, "And these lips. Damn, you drive me insane, baby," he leans in again, pressing a kiss to the pulse point on your neck.

The weed already had your heart pounding but the addition of Jisung's words and touches, you felt like it could jump out of your chest at any moment. Your stomach does a flip as the nickname meets your ears. He's always called you baby, even when were purely platonic but lately it's been hitting a little different.

His lips continue to explore a few spots on your neck as his hand lightly drags up and down your outer thigh, making you keen into his touch. You feel like your body is on fire right now and his touch is adding so much more heat, despite the cool, night air.

"Hannie..." your voice comes out much more breathless than intended. It was supposed to be more of a scold. His gentle kisses had, at some point, turned into sucking and biting.

"Hmm?" he questions, innocently, his lips still working on your neck. You can't stop the moan from leaving you when he grips your upper thigh, right on your groin, his thumb brushing over your panty line.

"You're driving me crazy," you whimper and his hand meets your jaw, turning your head to face him. Your tongues are meeting in an instant, no sense of patience between either of you. Your arms wrap around his neck as you begin to scratch at his scalp gently.

A moan leaves his lips in response and you quickly swallow it with your own lips. Jisung's hips buck up into the back of your thighs and you can feel how hard he has gotten. Despite the cotton mouth, you can only think of one thing that you want to do right now.

You strategically slide off of his lap and sink onto your knees between his legs. You grab the blanket before tossing it over his lap, you included, covering yourself from the outside world and the cold.

You lean forward and press a kiss to his hardened cock through his pants. You can hear the sharp intake of breath and imagine him throwing his head back like he always does, making you impossibly wetter.

Your fingers hook into the waistband of his pants and boxers and he lifts his hips, letting you slide his pants down to just above his knees. Without warning, you lean forward and press a kiss to his leaking tip.

"Shit, baby. D-don't tease me too much. I'll be really embarrassed if I cum this quick," he complains and you chuckle, warm breath fanning over his pretty cock before you open your mouth and sink down onto him, your hand gripping what can't fit into your mouth.

His thighs tense under your arms and a quiet curse leaves his lips at the same time. You relax your throat, taking him deeper and pulling back up again. Despite feeling like you have cotton mouth, you’re able to build up enough saliva to lubricate your hand as you slowly stroke him in time with your mouth.

"Fuck. You've got the best mouth. Feels almost as good as your sweet cunt around me," His words send chills throughout your body, making you moan around him.

"Fuck, baby. I'm gonna cum. You want that? You want my cum down your throat?" His words are gruff as he begins to lightly thrust up into your mouth. Suddenly, you’re exposed to the night air again, the blanket in his hand. You look up at him, eyes glossy and tearful when they meet his and he practically goes cross eyed as his orgasm hits him like a truck.

Nothing but a quiet whimper leaves his mouth as he empties cum into your throat, giving you no choice but to swallow before he is pulling you off of him by the back of your hair.

"Holy shit. That felt incredible," His lips mash against your’s as his grip tightens in the back of your hair, making you groan against him, shifting to try to elevate the pressure between your legs and, of course, he notices.

You don't notice his other hand, too focused on his hand already laced in your hair and his lips, until you feel him press against you through your leggings, a whimper creeping into his mouth.

"Look how wet you got. Fuck, I can feel you through your pants. All for me?" He teases against your lips and you nod mindlessly but he leans back, forcing you to look him in the eyes.

"I asked you something. You should know to use your words," his voice is deep and his eyes bore into your own, the intensity forcing your own gaze to drop. His grip in your hair only tightens and he yanks again, pulling a squeal from you and our eyes meet once again, your own beginning to water at the force he’s holding your hair at.

"Eyes on me. I asked you a question. You're this wet for me, isn't that right?" He asks again and you nod, a quiet yes leaving your lips.

"I knew you could listen. Who else can get you this wet?" His question has a condescending tone, one that you've never seen on him before. His hand dips into your leggings and presses again your bare pussy. His hand is cold and it sends literal shivers down your spine in contrast to your hot skin.

"N-nobody. Only you," you gulp again, eyes falling closed when he pushes a finger into your dripping hole. An embarrassing squelching sound reaching your ears but for some reason, only turning you on more.

"You know why that is?" He asks, pushing the finger in and out of you at an agonizingly slow pace. You whine when he enters another but all you want is for him to fuck you at this point.

"W-why?" you whisper out, a moan following closely behind the shaky word.

"Because you belong to me," his voice is sharp and he quickly pulls his hand from your pants and grabs your wrists, pulling you to stand. He turns you around, pushing your chest against the balcony railing.

It finally hits you what you’ve done and what you’re about to do when you look down at the street. It was almost midnight and luckily nobody was on the road but for some reason, exhilaration fills you knowing that somebody could possibly see the two of you.

Before you can comment on it, your leggings are getting pushed down to your knees and the tip of Jisung's cock pokes at your entrance. When did he get hard again? Did he ever even get soft?

It doesn't matter when he dips the head of his cock into your waiting hole and pulls back out, making a whine leave your lips and your hips subconsciously try to rut back against him, his tip pushing against your pussy again.

"So dirty... It doesn'y bother you that someone could look up here and see what we're doing?" his words have you clenching and the head of his cock definitely feels it, he lets out a hiss as proof.

"You're just as dirty as me. That's how I know you were made for me," he leans down and whispers the second half into your ear as he finally slides into you.

Your knees buckle when he bottoms out and he quickly wraps an arm under your hips to hold you in place. His grip conveniently pushes against your lower stomach, pushing against where he's settled inside you, making you let out a yelp, a mix of pain and pleasure making you clench around him.

Before you can do anything, he pulls out and pushes in again, your entire body trembling as groans leave your throat. It feels like you can feel every centimeter of his cock against your insides.

“Shit, baby. You’re sucking me in so good. L-look at you shaking. Feels that good?” He questions as he begins to pull his hips back and forth, fucking into you roughly.

“Mhm, mhm,” You mumble out, incoherently. Why were you already about to cum? It had to be because of the weed. Your whole body just feels so sensitive to Jisung.

You can’t even warn him of your incoming orgasm before his arm supporting your hips moves and he presses his fingers to your clit, rubbing just the way he knows you like, knowing exactly how to push you over the edge.

“There you go. I feel you about to- fuck- I feel you about to c-cum around me, honey. You can let go. Let me feel you cum on my cock,” his filthy words were enough to push you over the edge and you let out a loud moan, definitely loud enough for anyone on the street to hear if they were there.

Jisung moves his hand from your clit but he never stops thrusting, pushing your limp body further against the railing. His thrusts begin to speed up and you whimper from the pure overstimulation he’s sending you into.

“F-fuck. I need to live in this pussy. I don’t want to pull out,” he continues to grunt, his breaths getting choppier, signaling he was about to cum.

“Then don’t,” your voice is barely above a whisper but Jisung hears you nonetheless, his hips faltering ever so slightly at your words.

“W-what?”

“Don’t pull out, Jisung. Cum in me. Fill me up. Don’t you want that too?” Your own words have you clenching around him, a side of you that you didn’t even know existed starting to creep out.

“Fuck yes. Fuck. I’m gonna fill this perfect, pretty pussy up. Just for you, for my baby. Fuck you’re mine,” and he stills, buried inside you. You’re still pulsing and clenching from your previous orgasm and you can feel him cumming deep inside of you, almost painfully as his tip presses against your cervix.

You let out a breath as Jisung slumps over your back, rubbing soothing circles into your hips while the two of you catch your breath. His head buries into your neck, pressing gentle kisses there before you slowly sit up. Jisung quickly pulls his shirt off and squats, wiping the cum dripping down your thighs with it. Again, what a gentleman.

Your phone vibrates and you answer quickly, seeing it was one of Jisung’s roommates who never usually called you.

“Hello? What’s up?” you hold the phone up to your ear as Changbin’s voice rings on the other end.

“Are you with your boyfriend?” He asks and your eyebrows furrow.

“Who? Hannie? He isn’t my boyfriend,” you chuckle and Jisung’s cleaning stops as he looks up at you with horrified eyes.

“I’m not your boyfriend?!” he exclaims and your eyebrows drop into a look of confusion. “I wouldn’t have just came in you if I didn’t think we were together!” he exclaims and suddenly the other line hangs up and you realize that Changbin just heard everything Jisung said and hopefully it wasn’t on speaker phone…

“What do you mean?! You never asked me out!” you defend and he stands, looking eye to eye with you again.

“Dude, I thought we started dating when we hooked up the first time and I told you that I was obssesed with you and you said, and I quote, ‘yeah. i know. i’m kinda obsessed with you too’ end quote,” he pouts at you and you let out a loud laugh at the adorable boy in front of you.

“Oh my gosh. You’re so cute Jisung,” You wrap your arms around his neck before leaning in and pressing your lips against his.

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jinnie-ret · 2 years ago

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imagine how cute it would be if skz 9th member had either a young kid or had custody of their young sibling. the boys helping out with raising the kid, like having 8 fun uncles or brothers. maybe a touch of angst about negative publicity about the reader having a young kid. i just think it would be cute if sometimes the kid was seen in the back of mvs sometimes or in the games they play. basically just skz with kids makes my heart melt <33

my aegi

stray kids x ninth member!reader (platonic)

genre: fluff, angst

content warnings: parental loss, car accident

word count: 1.9k

summary: y/n was glad she had the boys there to help her raise her kid sister. she didn't know what she'd do without them.

Thank you so much for your request! Such a sweet idea! Sorry it's late, but I hope you enjoy it!

As always, like, reblog if you enjoyed, and my asks are open for any requests you may have. And let me know if you'd like to be tagged when I post :)

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"Unnie! Unnie!" the sound of your younger sister calling for you filled the room, small footsteps padding across the floor until she found you and wrapped her arms around your legs, you picking her up in response.

"Were you looking for me?" you smiled at her, booping her nose and getting a giggle in response. You loved it when she laughed.

There was a time in your life when you thought you'd never see her smile again. 2 years ago, when she had only been 4 years old, and you, 18 years old, your parents had gotten into a fatal car accident, no other family around to be able to look after her. It was a hard time, just coming into a time out of lockdown when you had hoped to be able to see them again, yet that had all been taken away from you, at least you had your sister, Jisun. You were thankful to the company that they allowed you to look after her, as you really doubted that it would have been possible.

"Wanted a hug!" Jisun clung onto you, nuzzling her head into your neck, making you laugh.

"Made some breakfast, Sunny, want some pancakes sweetie?" you asked her, giggling yourself when she squirmed out of your arms and nodded. For someone who was so clingy in the mornings, food could really affect her mood.

Jisun had been really quiet after the death of your parents. She was sad, non verbal, always wearing a vacant expression. You were so glad that the boys were there to support you taking care of her, and lift her spirits. Her older brothers, who she each called 'oppa', could certainly bring her out of a bad day, even if it took all of them trying to make her laugh or sing to her. It surprised you at first, how much it had affected her. Selfishly, you hoped that she didn't remember them that much, but only so she didn't get more hurt in the process. But it was only a couple of months into being her primary guardian that you realised she did remember them. She couldn't forget about the cuddles from your mother, or being tucked in at night by your father, but she found a piece of that in you and the rest of the boys.

"Are there any pancakes left for us?" Chan rubbed his eyes tiredly as he entered the kitchen, the boys following in soon after, each of them hugging you in some sort of way.

"Nope, just for my Jisun," you teased as you did her hair from where she was sat at the table.

"Plaits or ponytail?"

"Pony pony!" Jisun cheered, making you and the rest of the boys coo at her.

"Pony pony!" Changbin and Felix cheered along with her.

"Ponytail it is my Sunny," you smoothed down her hair before fulfilling her request.

"I'm joking by the way, there's some pancake mixture left I'll make some more in-"

"It's fine, Y/Nnie, we'll finish up with it. Have you done some for yourself yet?" Lee Know got up and stirred the mixture so it didn't stick to the bowl, before pouring some into the pan.

"Ah not yet, I got distracted, but-"

"No buts, finish getting Jisun ready, sort yourself out, and then we'll have it here waiting for you," Seungmin waved you off, but you weren't going to let them deny you that easily.

"It's fine just let me," you began, only to be cut off again.

"No, take some time for yourself, yeah? We can look after Jisun too," Hyunjin got up and patted your shoulders, steering you around making you giggle as he gently pushed you towards the direction of your room.

With a sigh you got ready, so grateful to be surrounded by people around you who supported and understood your situation. At the start, when your situation had been revealed to the world that Jisun was now in your custody, fans hadn't taken to the situation too kindly. Some of them, instead of sending messages wishing you well and hoping that you would be ok, thought it was a ploy to cover up the fact that Jisun was your child. They thought JYP was so messed up that they faked your parents' deaths just to be used as a cover-up that you were a mother from the age of 16. You would have mixed preferred that if it meant your parents were still here with you, at least then you would have been able to have seen them become grandparents. Stays, the real ones, soon became more understanding of your situation, many of them calling you brave, and saying that they wouldn't have been able to do it at your age. 2 years on, at the age of 20, you didn't know yourself how you had been managing it. It just felt so natural.

"Y/Nnie? You ok?" Jeongin tentatively knocked at your open door, seeing you sat and staring blankly into space.

"Hmm?" you blinked yourself out of your thoughts, spraying some perfume on before grabbing your phone and Jisun's bag ready for the day.

"You were in your world again," Jeongin laughed at, brushing some stray hairs out of your face.

"Oh sorry, was just umm, making sure I had everything for Jisun ready today, it's the first time she's come along with us to an interview in a while," you smile shortly, yet it didn't fully reach your eyes as you headed back into the kitchen.

"Eat up, Y/Nnie," Han placed a plate in front of you as instructed by Lee Know and patted your head as he returned to his own seat.

"How long til we have to leave?" you asked, not even taking a bite yet.

"About five minutes, but we can take longer if we need, you haven't even eaten yet, I don't want you to rush," Chan said to you sternly, knowing you'd often forget about things in favour of the young girl sat in his lap.

"Is Jisunnie excited?" you asked your younger sister with a smile, taking a bite of your breakfast as she mirrored your facial expression.

"Yes! I miss the staff unnies and oppas!" she cheered.

"Oh, so you won't miss your oppas?" Changbin tickled her sides as she burst out laughing.

"Dwaekki oppa is too loud!" she yelled with laughter.

"I think you've got some competition there, Binnie," you laughed at Jisun contradicting herself, yelling just as, if not louder than Changbin.

Soon you had finished your food and it was time to head to the interview. You weren't nervous per say, but you knew it was more of a sit down and chatting interview which meant personal questions too.

"Sunny, be a good girl for your unnies, yeah?" you kissed her on the head.

"Yes Y/Nnie unnie!" she cutely placed a kiss on your cheek before following the stylists and managers backstage, watching in a room with a screen to see your interview unfold.

You couldn't help but watch over where she had walked off.

"Come on, she'll be fine," Felix guided you towards the stage, where chairs were set up in front of an audience, the interviewer, Kaelee, was sat waiting.

"Here we have, Stray Kids!" the audience went wild as you all walked in, taking a seat.

There were questions about music here and there, and then almost felt the air get thicker as her eyes shifted towards you. Thankfully a gentle smile was accompanied with it.

"So, Y/N, we understand that you take care of your sister?" she asked you.

"Ah yes, my Jisunnie, she is the sweetest girl," you replied with a smile, shyly looking down at your lap, when the audience cooed as photos of the two of you, and some with the boys appeared on screen.

"Those are our girls," Chan couldn't help but admit, the boys nodding along as the Stays 'awwed' once more.

"Boys, what do you make of Y/N here as an older sister, is she good?" Kaelee put the question out to everyone.

"I think she's really brave," Jeongin nodded.

"She's inspiring for sure," Minho added on.

"Her bravery, to go through what she has at such a young age, and raise a child, I think she's doing amazing," Hyunjin sweetly said, wrapping a comforting arm around your shoulder as you wiped some stray tears away.

"Well, on that note, if it's ok with you, Y/N, should we bring out Jisun?" Kaelee double checked it was ok with you before your personal manager, who was Jisun's favourite, walked her out. Jisun soon ran straight into your lap, nearly tackling you back against the floor as the audience cheered and squealed wildly.

"Not too loud, Sunny?" you whispered into the girl's ear as she turned to face the audience whilst sat in your lap.

"No it's ok!" she giddily smiled, holding onto your hands.

"Wow! It's like she's made for the screen! Jisunnie, can you do aegyo?" Kaelee asked her.

You couldn't see exactly what she did, but it looked like she held up a peace sign at the audience and grinned, showing off her adorable gummy smile. The whole time Stays saw you smiling behind her proudly, and thought that it was the most mature they had ever seen you, when you were around Jisun.

"I taught her that!" Changbin cheered, folding his arms as he was proud of himself.

"No, Seungminnie oppa did," Jisun turned to correct Changbin, making you all burst out into laughter.

"Wow, Jisun you really are so funny. What do you want to be when you're older?" Kaelee wiped a tear of laughter away and neatened up her cue cards as she asked Jisun another question. You rubbed her arms soothingly in case she got nervous.

"I want to be like unnie!" Jisun looked up at you as she said this, making your heart melt into a puddle on the floor.

"Oh really?" you almost felt emotional, managing to hold it back for the rest of the interview as you walked off at the end, holding Jisun's hand.

"Oppa will hold your hand, Jisunnie," Felix took her hand, sending a sympathetic smile your way as he walked her to the cars.

You lightly sniffle as you wiped a tear away.

"Ah, Y/Nnie, what are we going to do with you?" Han playfully sighed as he walked next to you with an arm around your shoulder.

"Sorry, I'm just, I'm so proud of her and when she said-" you couldn't finish your sentence, tears falling from your eyes.

"Aish, come here, love, it's ok," Han pulled you into a hug, tightly securing you to him as you felt safe in his warm embrace.

"You know that we're proud of you too?" Chan came up beside the two of you.

"Yeah, I know, I know," you laugh lightly as you wipe your eyes, "gosh I feel so silly, she's just growing up so quickly."

"We see it too, but don't think you have to raise her on your own, we're here for the both of you. So if you ever need time to yourself, we'll look after her, you know that," Chan kissed you on the head.

"What you went through, no one should have to, you're so young, Y/Nnie," Han wiped tears from your cheeks.

"I'm only 3 years younger than you," you laughed at him.

"I'm being sentimental, let me be. Now come on, bet Jisun is wondering where you are. We better head to the cars," Han suggested, Chan nodding which ultimately made the three of you head to the cars.

You and Jisun had lost your parents, but you both had 8 brothers there for you. It was an odd family, and not just by personalities, but somehow, you all made it work.

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