#jiwoo is me dancing

[moonbyulz]

ICKY dance power

[jihyoruri]

❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ 𓍢 QUEEN OF DISASTER kang haerin x reader

↳ warnings yn is a nmixx member , haerin is insanely infatuated with yn, swearing, fluff, crazy dorm activities

haerin didn’t have many idol friends outside of her own group. she kept to herself most of the time, and honestly, she was fine with that. there was comfort in her peace she didn’t need it to be disrupted.

that was, until kyujin bounced into her life. the girl was a burst of energy, determined to befriend every 2006 liner in the industry, including haerin.

and, as much as haerin hated to admit it, kyujin was hard to resist. her infectious laughter, relentless enthusiasm, and her skill of making haerin feel comfortable chipped away at her guarded walls.

but that didn’t stop haerin from being a bit hesitant when the girl invited her to her dorms.

“I don’t know…” haerin murmured, her gaze dropping to the floor as kyujin groaned in protest. the idea of visiting another group’s dorm felt… odd. it wouldn’t just be kyujin it would be her and six other members, people haerin barely knew.

“come on!” kyujin whined, leaning dramatically against haerin’s arm. “my members are so welcoming. they’re really peaceful,” she added, the blatant lie making haerin raise an eyebrow.

“peaceful?” haerin shot her a knowing look, one that said, you can’t be serious.

“okay okay,” kyujin looked down reluctantly, “okay, fine. maybe not all of them,” she confessed, “but at least yoona unnie is. she’s super chill! you’ll feel comfortable with her, i promise.”

haerin nodded slightly, her mind flicking to sullyoon, who seemed just as quiet and reserved as she was probably the one member she might actually connect with. but something felt off. one name was conspicuously missing from kyujin’s reassurances..

yn.

everyone knew yn.

she was the industry’s darling, a sweetheart with doe eyes and a smile that could light up a room. her voice was soft, soothing even, the kind of voice that made fans melt and left the whole country captivated. she was gentle, exactly the type of person who would put haerin at ease.

she was peaceful with the softest voice to exist, just watching videos of her talking could put people at peace.

so why didn’t kyujin mention her?

haerin let out sigh, looking away from her friends puppy dog eyes, “fine…”

kyujin’s shriek of excitement nearly made her regret it. haerin scrunched her nose playfully, rolling her eyes as kyujin threw her arms around her in a tight hug, already chattering excitedly about the visit. but haerin’s thoughts were elsewhere.

she stayed quiet while kyujin rambled about how excited she was, her mind wandering to the girls beloved member.

she doesn’t know why, kyujin not bringing yn up occupied her mind so much.

I guess you can say the beloved member of nmixx intrigued her.

“get the hell off of me!”

haerin stood wide eyed next to kyujin, frozen in place in front of the now-closed door to her friend’s dorm

she watched in disbelief as yn shoved bae off the couch, sending the girl tumbling onto the floor.

“now now, yn that’s not even nice.” the older girl groaned from the ground, flashing the pretty girl a teasing look.

“fuck off.”

the funny thing was, this wasn’t even the most chaotic thing happening in kyujin’s “lovely” home.

haewon was belting out a very loud tune in the kitchen while yoona tried her best to help clean up the mess. lily and jiwoo were in the living room, locked in a fierce round of just dance, screaming at each other to “dance harder!”

and yet, despite the madness swirling around her, haerin’s eyes couldn’t leave the industry’s so called sweetheart, who seemed to have quite the temper on her.

“you know you love me,” bae teased, trying to get up from the ground, only to be pushed right back down by yn.

“no, i hate you,” yn snapped, glaring down at her, though her wide, doe like eyes made her look more like a pouting kitten than anything intimidating.

kyujin glanced nervously at haerin, who stared at the chaos before her. “it’s not always like this,” she lied, trying to save face.

haerin shot her a look that screamed, yeah, right.

“i know…” kyujin sighed. “i told them to be on their best behavior. sorry.”

but haerin barely acknowledged her friend’s apology, too transfixed by yn’s little tantrum. the girl had settled back on the couch now, a perfect smile on her face, while bae remained sprawled on the floor, knowing that any attempt to stand would likely result in another push

“so it’s all for show?” haerin whispered, her eyes still glued to yn..

“huh?” kyujin furrowed her brow.

haerin tilted her head toward yn, and kyujin burst into laughter. “no! yn unnie is a complete sweetheart. what you see is what you get, she’s just… well, a bit short-tempered.”

as if yn could sense they were talking about her, she glanced up, her wide eyes locking onto haerin and kyujin. suddenly, her expression softened, and she shot up from the couch.

“oh my, kyujin, why didn’t you say you were back!” yn exclaimed, crossing the room in quick strides. 

“that’s no way to welcome guests!” she turned her attention to haerin, who immediately felt her cheeks grow warm as yn got closer. “how are you? was the drive okay?” yn’s voice was gentle, her words pouring over haerin like a warm breeze. “it’s a bit loud in here, i know, but it gets better, i promise.”

“uh…” haerin tried to respond, but yn cut her off with a quick pat on the head.

“i’ll go tell haewon unnie you’re here. make yourself comfortable, haerin,” yn said, shooting her a playful wink before disappearing into the kitchen.

haerin’s face was burning now, completely caught off guard by yn’s sudden warmth.while kyujin looked at her, “told you, she’s a complete sweetheart, an angry one but sweet nevertheless.”

“uh huh…” haerin barely managed to nod, still completely dazed by yn’s charm.

she had never felt this way before, but one thing was clear she was definitely coming to the nmixx dorms a lot more often.

haerin wasn’t sure how it happened, but visiting the nmixx dorm had quickly become part of her routine.

at first, it was all about hanging out with kyujin and adjusting to the group’s chaos. but somewhere along the way, her visits shifted focus.

instead of looking forward to catching up with kyujin, she found herself eagerly waiting for the moments when yn would be there quietly watching her from across the room, her eyes following every movement, every smile.

soon enough, her casual drop ins had turned into regular visits. she no longer needed kyujin’s invite. the group had welcomed her, and though kyujin was oblivious, haerin was only showing up for one person.

yn.

there was something about yn her soft demeanor on the surface, contrasted with her fiery personality just beneath. one second she was all sunshine and sweet smiles, and the next, she’d be fiercely ranting about whatever bothered her that day.

haerin found it captivating, the duality of her, the rawness that not many got to see. and somehow, haerin had gotten used to those passionate rants, sitting on the edge of yn’s bed as the girl vented her frustrations about anything and everything.

today was no different.

“i mean, can you believe it?” yn practically shouted, pacing back and forth in her room. her hands were animated, cutting through the air as she spoke. “i’m out here trying my best, and they have the audacity to say that about me?”

haerin sat on yn’s bed, quietly watching her. there was a small smile playing at the corner of her lips, she found yn’s fiery passion endearing.

yn's temper was always sparked by the smallest of things, someone’s comment online, a misunderstanding, or the fact that she lost in a game to lily the night before. today, it seemed like it was something she had read online, and yn was spiraling into one of her long, impassioned rants.

“they don’t know a damn thing! who do they think they are? it’s just—ugh! so annoying.” yn threw her hands up in frustration, pacing closer to haerin, her voice laced with indignation.

“and the worst part?” yn paused, finally looking at haerin, her face flushed with emotion. “i shouldn’t even care! but i do, haerin, i do.”

yn let out a frustrated sigh, dropping onto the bed next to her. their shoulders brushed, and yn turned to face her, her eyes burning with a mix of anger and vulnerability. haerin couldn’t help but be drawn in by that intensity, her heart picking up speed as yn ranted on.

before she could stop herself, haerin reached out, her hand gently resting on yn’s arm. “it’s okay,” she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper. “you care because you’re passionate about what you do.”

yn looked at her, the fire in her eyes slowly dimming, replaced with something softer something that made haerin’s breath catch. for a moment, the room fell silent, the weight of unspoken words hanging between them.

then, before she could second-guess it, haerin closed the gap between them, pressing her lips softly against yn’s. it was tentative at first, a quiet exploration, but when yn didn’t pull away—when she kissed back just as eagerly, the kiss deepened. haerin’s hand slid up to cup yn’s cheek, her heart racing as yn responded with equal fervor, her fingers threading through haerin’s hair.

the moment was electric, full of everything haerin had been holding back for weeks. the fiery passion yn poured into her rants was now flowing through their kiss, both of them caught up in the intensity of the moment.

but just as quickly as it had started, the door to yn’s room swung open with a loud creak, and a voice rang out.

“unnie, have you seen—” kyujin’s words died in her throat as her eyes fell on the scene in front of her. her mouth dropped open in shock.

haerin and yn instantly pulled apart, wide-eyed and breathless, as kyujin stood frozen in the doorway, her face a mixture of confusion and surprise. the room was dead silent, save for the sound of kyujin’s sharp inhale.

“oh my god!” kyujin finally screamed, her voice echoing through the dorm. her hands flew up to cover her mouth, her eyes still as wide as saucers. “what is happening?!”

without waiting for a response, kyujin let out another yelp and slammed the door shut with a loud bang, leaving haerin and yn alone once again, their hearts pounding in their chests.

for a few moments, neither of them moved, the tension hanging thick in the air. then yn burst into laughter, her giggles light and infectious, her face still flushed from their kiss.

“well, that’s one way to get caught,” yn said between fits of laughter, her eyes sparkling as she turned to face haerin again. “she’s never gonna let you live this down.”

haerin, still slightly dazed, let out a small, embarrassed laugh, her cheeks burning. “yeah… i wasn’t expecting that.”

yn smiled at her, the warmth returning to her expression. “i wasn’t expecting this,” she said softly, her voice taking on a gentler tone. she leaned in, brushing a stray piece of hair away from haerin’s face. “but i’m glad it happened.”

haerin felt her heart flutter at yn’s words, her breath catching in her throat. she hadn’t realized just how badly she had wanted this how much she had wanted yn.

“so,” yn whispered, her lips ghosting over haerin’s once more, “are you gonna come over just to see me from now on?”

haerin grinned, her lips curving up into a smile as she leaned in closer. “ and kyujin, but mainly you.”

before the girls lips could touch once again kyujin’s muffled voice was heard from behind the door, “I’m coming in again! and I better not see any kissing!”

[hwaslayer]

vivrant thing (jwy) | two.

—SPOTIFY PLAYLIST / SERIES MASTERLIST

—SUMMARY: after getting into a little accident, wooyoung decides to do his sister a favor by pretending to be your date at the company summer party. as soon as the night ends, wooyoung would go back to his usual routine of hanging out with his boys, keeping his distance from committed relationships and being a typical brother to jiwoo. except, the favor comes with more than what wooyoung expects and he finds you occupying his mind more than usual. 

—PAIRING: jung wooyoung x f. reader

—GENRE: (18+ - minors dni) bestfriend’s brother au | fluff, angst, eventual smut

—WORD COUNT: 8.8k

—CHAPTER WARNINGS: cussing/mature language, ponytail wooyoung !!!, alcohol consumption / intoxication, party at the winery!, dancing, sweet affectionate moments, songs mentioned are in the playlist, wooyoung is very sweet and will take care of his date 10/10 recommend 🥰

"Wait, wait, wait." San shakes his head in disbelief. "You're going to your sister's company summer party? With Y/N?"

"Mhm." Wooyoung responds nonchalantly.

"I thought her car was already getting fixed at the shop though, what does that have to do with you?"

"You think my sister is gonna leave it at that?" Wooyoung cocks a brow before putting down the navy button-up shirt back on the rack. "I'm just doing her the favor so she can let me be. I know she'll continue to hang it over my head if I don't."

"Wow, you're strong."

"I only agreed cause it's one night. And cause of the whole thing with my sis. Believe it or not, I don't always want her finding reasons to nag at me."

"Wouldn't that be weird, though?"

"What?"

"Being Y/N's date."

"Sure, but it's whatever."

"What're you even gonna talk about all night?"

"I don't know? Am I supposed to have a list ready and check it off as I go?" He gives San a weird look. "I'll figure it out. Who knows, it might not even be that bad."

"I'm not gonna lie, she did look pretty cute at your parents' bbq."

"She's always been cute. She's just shy as hell."

"Mm, yeah." San starts to eye the sweaters on the rack, pulling out a few and hanging it against his chest to see how they'd look on him. "So, what are you guys wearing?"

"I'm not sure." San's forehead crinkles when he turns to look at Wooyoung.

"Aren't you supposed to be sure? You're going together. You have to match."

"Well, we don't really have to. We're not dating, we're just going to a party together as friends."

"Acquaintances."

"Yeah, okay Merriam-Webster." Wooyoung scoffs and pulls out a black button-up shirt that he probably already has in his closet— but it wouldn't hit the same as buying a new one for a summer party. "Stop trying to make it seem like it's super complicated when it's not."

"I'm not. I'm just having a hard time imagining it."

"Then, don't. She's really not that bad."

"Wish she wasn't so shy." Wooyoung turns to San.

"Or.. what?"

"Maybe I would've tried getting to know her more."

"Fuck outta here, Choi San. You're only saying that shit because I'm taking her out to a party." Wooyoung points towards the front of the shop. "Wait. You see that right there?"

"What?" San leans over to try and get a good look at what Wooyoung is pointing at.

"Look closely." He ushers him to get closer. "If you look straight ahead, you'll see the front door. You can take your exit there."

"Fuck you."

"Shut up then. Don't start saying that stuff about Y/N." Wooyoung rolls his eyes as he continues to flip through the racks, trying to spot more clothes to buy and fill his closet with. He's not really sure why he feels the sudden need to be protective of you, especially with San. Hearing him say things like that rubs Wooyoung the wrong way and he's not sure if it's because he's known you for years, or because of something else that he doesn't really wanna think about right now. In the end, Wooyoung doesn't deal with feelings. They're too complicated, and they tie him down. 

"Oh my god! Those dresses are so cute, you'll definitely find one here!" Wooyoung overhears from nearby.

"Whoever that is, sounds exactly like my sister." Woo does a slight head tilt and pretends to shiver. "Can't escape—"

"Because it is your little sister, dummy." San nods his head towards your direction, the both of them watching as you, Jiwoo and Hongjoong walk into the same store. It's almost like the sibling radar goes off for Jiwoo because it doesn't take long before her eyes meet his.

"Why are you here?" She asks, slowly approaching them.

"Waiting for security to take your ass out." Wooyoung looks at the security guard and pretends to call him over. "Excuse me. The nuisance is right here, sir. Please escort her out." Jiwoo rolls her eyes and walks closer to him, giving Hongjoong the opportunity to greet him and San. "Whattup!"

"Taking these girls shopping for the party." Hongjoong responds.

"Me too!" Wooyoung points at San, causing him to click his teeth in response. "Hey Y/N." He smiles down at you and pulls you into a hug before San does the same. 

"Are you wearing black to the party?" Jiwoo holds out the shirt Wooyoung has in his hand.

"And if I am?"

"It's a summer party."

"Black goes with everything?" Jiwoo gives him a look that he reciprocates. "You know, now that you're here Y/N, maybe we can shop for our outfits together."

"Sure, okay—" You respond softly, about to step closer to him when Jiwoo holds your hand and tugs you back.

"I'm shopping with her."

"I have better taste than you."

"I think not." She looks down at the shirt again before looking back up at her brother. "Anyway, we'll be off to find our dresses." She links her arm with yours as you quietly continue to shift your attention between Jiwoo and her brother. "Byeeeee!" She swings you around and drags you towards the dresses in the back corner of the store. Hongjoong lingers around the boys for a little longer, shopping for new shirts himself. The boys talk about their upcoming plans before the summer party, also throwing in some guesses about how the summer party is going to turn out.

Meanwhile, when you and Jiwoo head to the dresses, your eyes automatically land on a strapless corset midi dress— it has a simple black and gold abstract print on it, the fabric mainly mesh. It'll be a little tighter than you'd like, the side slit a little higher than you'd like, but you thought it'd go with the vibe best. There are a few other dresses that caught your eye, and Jiwoo encouraged you to try them on in order to decide which one worked best. 

You could like the way one looks, but it could be completely different when you put it on.

But, your decision remains the same; the abstract dress fits you well, and you can't lie, you feel the sexiest in it. The corset bodice, along with the bodycon fit, provides enough support and shape to hug you in all the right places. Jiwoo squeals when she sees you in the dress, completely agreeing with your decision [she would've any other way]. She jokes that her brother better keep his hands to himself with how good you look and all you can do is shyly shake your head with a tiny giggle before heading back into the room to slip it off.

"Did you find your dresses?" Hongjoong comes, eyeing the dress Jiwoo has in her hands.

"Mhm! Is my pain in the ass brother still here?" Hongjoong shakes his head.

"Him and San just left."

"Good. The dress Y/N has is to be kept a secret until the party. She's gonna look so good, I might have to tell Wooyoung to keep his hands to himself." You come out of the dressing room with the dress tucked closely to your chest, hanging the rest on the go-back rack.

"Hongjoong, please tell her she doesn't have to do all of that." You look at him and he chuckles. "Remember? You're the one who put your brother up to all of this just so I could go to the party. I'm quite positive it's just a favor and nothing else." You all walk towards the register to pay for your items. 

"Still, okay? You're gonna look amazing. I gotta give him a little warning and make sure he doesn't get super handsy with you." She shivers, making you playfully roll your eyes in response.

"Jiwoo, are you gonna help me with hair and makeup? Cause I literally won't know what to do that'll go well with this dress."

"Of course, bae! We'll make it pop, but keep it simple. Trust me on this." She squeezes your wrist just before handing her card over to the cashier. Once her and Hongjoong finish paying, you follow them down to the food court, ordering some friend chicken to munch on before sharing a huge bowl of bingsu with the two. You catch San and Wooyoung passing through the food court, now accompanied by two other girls. They don't look familiar, at least you don't think. In any case, it doesn't make you feel any better knowing Wooyoung simply agreed to go to the party with you as a favor to his sister.

The harsh reality settles that this meant nothing more, nothing less.

You were just a favor.

The day of the party comes quicker than expected. Work had been so busy that the days had flown by, bringing you to your present:

Which is, Jiwoo helping you pop in some hazel colored contacts before doing your makeup and hair.

"Keep your eye open!"

"Ugh, I hate contacts. Jiwoo, you know I hate the feeling!" 

"I know, but I promise it'll be over quick! Just keep it open and don't blink. The more you resist, the longer it'll bother you!" You groan again, gaining the last bit of courage to keep your eye open for Jiwoo as she aligns the contact and gently places it in. "Close and blink for me?" She watches and claps. "Perfect, now do the same for the other eye."

"Jiwoo." You whine.

"I know you can't do it yourself!"

"I can go without them!"

"But, the colored contacts give you a pop and it's cute!"

"I'm literally crying." You point at the tear strolling down your cheek.

"Beauty is pain, my dear! Just for one night! Now, keep still—" She pauses, the both of you holding your breaths while she pops in the last contact into your left eye. You flinch the moment it settles, dabbing at the tears that stream down your cheeks.

"Never again. Wooyoung is literally not gonna care."

"Who said this is about Wooyoung? It's your first summer party, forget my brother. You're gonna be the hottest thing to walk that winery." You shake your head, letting Jiwoo dab some powder onto your cheeks. "You look good, girly! Look at you!" She shoves the mirror in your face. Jiwoo did some loose curls on your hair, and a very natural look for your makeup. Fake lashes, a shade of blush that pops on your cheeks, clear gloss, natural eyeshadow— just enough razzle dazzle, but nothing too extra, as Jiwoo says.

You don't really recognize yourself, though. But, in a good way. You like the change. You normally don't wear makeup, you don't do your hair. You like to think you're simple, maybe too simple, but you don't mind it one bit. That was you, and you've come to embrace it. The change, though? It was nice to see on you once in awhile.

"Thank you." You smile at her and she squeals before checking her phone.

"Okay, my brother should be here in a bit. We're gonna take off and meet you there?"

"Why are you going so early?! You're not gonna leave at the same time as me and Wooyoung?!"

"Nope. We gotta get parking and get first dibs on the wine." She snorts before flashing her phone, screen signaling a call from Hongjoong. "You'll be fine, okay? Granted, as long as Wooyoung doesn't fucking text and drive again but I'm sure he won't with you in the car." 

"Jiwoo!"

"I'll see you in a bit! I love you, mwah!" She says, grabbing her things and rushing out of your studio; heels click-clacking away on the pavement before she squeals even louder seeing her boyfriend. You shake your head, dabbing a bit more highlighter across your collarbone just like Jiwoo taught you.

Within the next 25 minutes or so, you munch on some apple slices you already had in the fridge, somewhat satisfying both your hunger and sweet tooth. Just as you're re-applying lip gloss, Wooyoung's call comes through on your phone, startling you and causing you to drop the wand onto the floor.

"Oh shoot." You grab the wand and blow it off, submerging it back into the tube. "Hello?"

"Yo— everything okay?" He laughs a bit hearing the rustling in the back. "I'm downstairs."

"Sorry, just dropped my lip gloss." You whine a bit away from the phone. "I'll be down in a second."

"Ah, hate when that happens. See you in a bit!" You hang up the call and spray on another spritz of perfume before grabbing your purse, shutting off your lights and closing up your studio. You slowly climb down the steps, Wooyoung probably questioning why you're taking each step 2 miles per hour and sideways. 

You make it down in one piece. Slowly, carefully.

You shyly slip into the passenger's seat, and you almost pause mid-way when you glance at Wooyoung in the driver's seat. As promised, he's in a simple black-on-black fit— a crisp black button up with the sleeves rolled up ever so slightly, black dress pants and black boots. His hair is tucked back in a ponytail with a few strands framing his face. The car smells like his cologne, and he's chewing away at some gum while waiting. You've seen Wooyoung formally dressed before for special occasions, but there hasn't been one time you found yourself ogling at him the way you are right now.

You've never seen him like this, or maybe you just never paid attention? You didn't really have a reason to until tonight. Well, you didn't really have a reason because he was your bestfriend's brother.

"Hi." He says, setting his phone down in the middle console. Thank god he didn't catch you staring at him the way you were. But now, he's doing the same and you're not sure why he's staring. Do you look weird? Is something on your face?

"Hi." He softly smiles, eyes still exploring your body from head to toe and you feel the heat rising to your cheeks.  "What? Is it cause my eyes are kinda red?" You pout, immediately looking through the passenger mirror. "I swear I'm not like, high or anything. Jiwoo helped me put the contacts in earlier—"

"She, what?" He chuckles before shaking his head. "No, nothing. I just— you look beautiful, Y/N. Was taking it in, that's all." 

"O-oh." You tuck a strand behind your ear before settling back into your seat. "Thank you, Wooyoung."

"Of course. You ready?" He glances at your seatbelt and you give him a nod to drive off. "Alright, lehgo." He says, shifting the gear and turning up his music a bit. The familiar voices of Blaque comes through on the speakers, Wooyoung softly singing along to JC Chasez's part in Bring It All To Me. You knew Wooyoung could sing, but it still blows your mind every time you hear his voice. He has one hand gripping tightly onto the wheel, the other resting on the gear. "Do you know if my sister and Hongjoong left already?"

"Yeah, they did about 30 minutes ago."

"She's deadass gonna be the first person there." 

"She said she wanted dibs on parking and the wine."

"Gonna be the first person there and drunk. Free entertainment." You chuckle. "Your dress." He points at your dress before shifting his attention back to the road. "It's pretty. It looks good on you." You smile.

"I picked it."

"I figured. You've always had better taste than Jiwoo."

"Stop." You chuckle. "She did my hair and makeup."

"Really?"

"Yes, really." He nods in approval, bottom lip poking out. He really does think you look incredibly pretty— he's always thought you were cute, beautiful. But tonight, he can't take his eyes off of you and that'll be bad news for him as the evening continues. First and foremost though, his goal is to keep you comfortable and happy tonight. His goal is to make sure you have fun, and that's what he'll do with your pretty little self.

"Okay, I'll give her that. But, that stays between us." You snort. 

"Sure, Woo." He chuckles.

"Warm enough? Music too loud?"

"No, it's all fine. I'm good. Promise."

"Okay, cause we still have about another 30 minutes to go before we get to the winery."

"I'm fine." You reassure him with the prettiest smile before returning your attention outside the window.

"So, does Yeosang know you're going?"

"No."

"Mm, okay. Definitely not prepared for him to beat my ass tonight. I did wear my good socks though, so.. he can try it if he wants." He shrugs.

"He's not like that." You respond softly with a giggle. "Besides, it's my fault. I withheld it from him intentionally."

"Well, what's the deal? If you don't mind me asking." You sigh. "My sister said it'd be weird for you two to go to the party together so I'm suspecting it's a one-sided thing."

"I just.. don't see him that way."

"Why don't you just tell him?"

"I don't know. I'm not really good at these things. I don't know how to say it and I don't wanna hurt his feelings."

"You'll hurt him more by letting it slide like this, you know?" Wooyoung shrugs. "It's okay if you don't feel the same. No one can ever force you to feel a certain way and he'll understand that. But, it'll make it easier on everyone if you're just honest from the get."

"Mmyeah."

"I promise. It'll be tough to get it out, but he'll appreciate it."

"I know, I know."

"In the meantime, are we avoiding him tonight? Lemme know the plan." You shrug.

"If he comes up to me, I'll just explain. Then.. go from there. Wherever that is." You pout a bit.

"Hm." Wooyoung hums when he sees the worried look on your face. "Don't worry about it too much, okay? We'll have fun tonight."

"I feel bad that you're here."

"Ouch, why? Don't want me here?"

"It's not that. You were basically forced to be here so Jiwoo wouldn't get on you for her car."

"Eh, well. Her car is fixed. She can't always force me into things. Besides, it's free entrance to a winery with unlimited wine. Why would I say no to that?" You chuckle.

"You say that now."

"We'll enjoy it together, yeah?" He looks at you and you meet his eyes, nodding quietly in agreement. You hope you'll be able to enjoy with Wooyoung, but as of right now, you're a bit anxious and scared for what the night will bring.

When Wooyoung pulls up into the main lot of the winery, the parking attendant signals for him to follow the rest of the cars into the extended lot. He jokes under his breath that maybe, he should've followed his sister's lead with this one and left earlier. But, it doesn't last long when he's able to snag a spot right by the back entrance near the winery's lawn area— aka, where the party would mostly take place.

"Alright. If we ever need to dine and dash, just say the word. We'll leave." He says, hopping out of the car while you laugh to yourself. He swings your door open and holds out his hand for you to take, shutting it close after he's gotten you out of the car. He looks at you up and down once again, causing the heat to rise to your cheeks— this time, at a new intensity. "Yeeeesh, I gotta say, you look fine, 'lil mama." He smirks. Cause yes, that dress falls along your curves, your body, so beautifully. That dress pushes up your tits so nicely. 

And that dress hugs the curves of your ass so, so perfectly.

"Wooyoung." You whine a bit before playfully [and very softly] punching his bicep.

"Ah—" He laughs, holding out his arm for you to take. "I'm just being honest as your date." 

"You're making me shy."

"Am I?" He looks down at you with another shit-eating smirk. "What else can I do in the next few hours?" You squeeze his bicep as you enter through the back door, greeting familiar faces. To your surprise [or not], Wooyoung immediately introduces himself as your date and Jiwoo's brother, causing your colleagues and everyone around you to hype you both up as a good-looking couple. You don't even know how to respond besides a 'thank you,' letting Wooyoung take on most of the work with his 'yeah, i know we do's' or 'i know, she's just a little shy about it though's.'

"Shoulda left 30 minutes earlier." Jiwoo says, pulling you into a hug before Hongjoong follows suit. "The baddie herself has finally arrived!"

"Shoulda left on time 30 minutes later." Wooyoung retorts, still properly hugging his sister and greeting Hongjoong. 

"Time to catch up!" Jiwoo raises her glass and taps it. "The wine is pretty good, can't complain."

"Coming from the person who likes Svedka Vodka." 

"Hey! It's cheap and does the job quick!"

"That's why my bar closed a long time ago for you." Wooyoung winces before turning to you. "Wanna go find the right wine for you to sip on?"

"Charcuterie board was just replenished, too!" Jiwoo yells, just as she watches her brother hold your hand and lead you into the winery. "It's so weird to see him doing all that with her."

"Well, he is her date." Hongjoong says with a laugh, sipping on his wine while he holds her by the waist. "He's taking good care of her. Let 'em enjoy it tonight, hm? Just like we will." He hums as she giggles, placing a kiss on her temple before whisking her away to the other finger foods that were just set out. 

As you approach the table with endless different wine bottles set on the surface, you keep yourself close to Wooyoung especially with how packed the room has gotten. Wooyoung sets himself in between a red wine, a white wine and a bottle filled with some sort of pink-ish liquid, his hands grabbing two wine glasses and setting them down on the edge of the table.

"There's so much wine."

"Yup. It's nice that you don't have to pay for a dime. These things get costly."

"Which one is good?"

"Hm, let me check. I've heard of this winery but I've never tasted their wine before." He says as you continue to keep close behind him, looking over his shoulder. He picks up the bottle of red wine and takes it to his nose. "This smells hella bitter." Wooyoung says, smelling the red wine. "You probably won't like this one." He sets it back down and picks up the bottle of white wine. "Chardonnay might not be too bad." He pours a bit in his glass and hands it to you. "Taste it." You take the white wine into your mouth and make a face. "No?"

"Kinda bitter still."

"That's okay." He laughs and points to the pink bottle. "That might be good! Can never go wrong with Rosé. Wanna try it?"

"Can you taste it first?" Wooyoung nods, pouring himself some rosé— enough for a little sip. He nods in approval, shifting his attention back to you.

"It's good! You'll like it. I'll pour you a bit again and you can let me know if you want more or not." You nod. He hands you the glass, watching intently as you take a sip and nod in approval.

"Oh, this is good!"

"Yeah? Glad you like it." He pours some more in your glass, a little more heavy-handed than you like but you'll go along with it for tonight.

"What're you gonna drink?"

"I'm just gonna take some of this Cabernet and babysit it for the night." He reaches over to grab another bottle of red wine a couple of buckets away. He pours himself about half a glass before he's sipping it and humming in approval himself. "Yeah, that's pretty good." He sets his glass out, giving you the opportunity to taste his wine of choice. You take a little sip, shaking your head after giving him his glass back.

"Yeah, no." He laughs.

"It's okay. Red wine is tough to work with. At least we found you some good rosé, though. You gotta take those drinks for the both of us."

"Just one glass will do."

"Mm, a couple sounds better, though." He teases, lacing his hand back with yours as you both walk towards Jiwoo and Hongjoong, sharing a table with your other coworker and.. Yeosang.

"Y/N?" Yeosang looks up at you in confusion, and it almost breaks your heart the way he looks at you. You catch his eyes dart from you to your hand that's currently intertwined with Wooyoung's. "Wooyoung."

"What's up." Is all Wooyoung says as he looks at him over the edge of his glass, taking another sip.

"It's nice to see you—" Yeosang pauses and looks at you; you can't help but give him a pursed smile in return. "Together?"

"Mmyeah—"

"I see you went with the rosé! Nice choice!" Jiwoo cuts in, giving you a look to go along with it. "It's good, isn't it?"

"Yeah, it is. We tried the others, wasn't a fan of them."

"They can get kinda strong." She says, downing the rest of the Chardonnay in her glass. "Welp, it's a good thing we have refills right at the table! Seems like we're gonna need it." She pours herself more Chardonnay before pouring you a bit more rosé.

"Jiwoo! I haven't even finished the first glass yet!"

"It was getting warm, you needed the refill." She smirks. You squint your eyes at her before briefly scanning the table, Yeosang now occupied with your coworker. He doesn't seem to want to make eye contact with you any time soon, and that particular unsettling feeling hits you in the gut. You're scared you've already ruined your friendship for pulling this stunt, for not being honest in the first place. You're scared you might've lost your other bestfriend because you were too busy hiding.

"Good?" Wooyoung leans forward to look at you, his soft eyes trailing over your features. He can already sense the shift in your mood and he doesn't want you to start overthinking and getting in your head, especially tonight.

"I think so." 

"You sure? Got my good socks on." He points down to his boots. You smile at his reminder and it instantly eases him. 

"I'm sure." He nods, slipping his arm behind you to rest on the back of your chair. Luckily, the CEO kicks off the dinner portion of the evening. He starts off his speech that lasts about a good minute, thanking everyone for their hardwork and dedication this point in the year. Once finished, he calls on a table to begin lining up for dinner. You, Wooyoung, Jiwoo, Hongjoong, Yeosang and your other coworker patiently fall in line for the buffet-style catering. Wooyoung makes sure to slip in behind you, creating a barrier between you and Yeosang even if there's no obvious hostility. It does help knowing he's creating some distance and you appreciate him for it. You fill your plate with a good scoop of food before settling back down in your seat.

The table enjoys dinner; thankfully, everyone is in good spirits and is cracking jokes despite the awkward moment that fell between you and Yeosang earlier. Even if he was upset, he'd never show you [or anyone] how he was truly feeling, and that could very well become an issue, too.

When it's time for the dance portion, Jiwoo fills your glass along with hers. Even though you had eaten a good amount of food, the alcohol was quick to seep back into your system and loosen you up. But, even with the liquid courage, you couldn't help but still feel shy around her brother.

He just looked so good tonight, you were afraid of looking like a damn fool in front of him. 

In your favor, all Wooyoung cares about is making sure you have a good time. He can see how much you're trying to hold back, even when Jiwoo drunkly throws her arm around you and starts vibing to the music. At some point, the crowd splits you and Wooyoung from Hongjoong and Jiwoo, leaving you to your date to enjoy you all to himself. The DJ starts spinning familiar songs from the 90s, bringing a huge smile on Wooyoung's face.

"Come here." He says, pulling you closer to him as you dance around with him. "It's just me. Don't worry about anything or anyone else." He gives you a reassuring look, his hands loosely laced with yours. You start to feel more comfortable with his reassurance, singing and dancing along with Wooyoung. You find yourself laughing and playfully teasing Wooyoung when he shows off his dance moves and pulls you along into his shenanigans. Your worries seem to be a distant thought at this point, no longer being concerned about every little thing, every little detail.

You're having tons of fun with Wooyoung. You're no longer trying to control what can't be controlled, letting the night take care of the rest on its own.

In between, Jiwoo ends up finding you in the crowd, shoving more rosé your way to get you at a good drunk. And sure as hell, the trick works. Wooyoung finds himself smiling in pure adoration over you, letting you lazily wrap your arms around his neck while singing along to the songs and keeping you close—

Until there's a shift in the air and you feel the liquid courage finally kicking in the way it should.

Wooyoung takes your hand and turns you around, a hand resting on your hip as you dance against him. You don't even care that you've backed yourself up against him and are dancing on him the way you are, thoroughly enjoying how he grips your hips and pulls you flush against him.

It's a little much for someone like you, but you find that it gets you going. Almost has your brain going on overdrive, fixating on the fact that Wooyoung has you like this— wants you like this.

You continue to dance against him, loving the way he holds you and keeps up with your rhythm perfectly. It goes on for a few more songs, Wooyoung shifting to the side to get a good look and hype you up. He's had his fair share of dancing with women at clubs, but he can say hands down, he has never had as much fun as he did tonight. You didn't dance like you were out to prove yourself or something to anyone, to forcefully catch his attention or be someone you're not for all the wrong reasons— you just danced to have fun with him, trusted him to take care of you and help you loosen up. It was all genuine fun and good vibes; he's at the point of wishing the night would never end just so he could stay right here with you.

There is literally no care in the world; just you and Wooyoung, enjoying each other's company at this summer party you didn't even wanna go to. In the end, you're glad you ended up here with Wooyoung because it truly was one of the best nights you've had in such a long time.

"Woo." You turn, tired from all the dancing you've been doing with your handsome date. 

"Yeah, babygirl?"

"I gotta pee." He snorts.

"You should definitely break the seal if you wanna start sobering up."

"I should, huh?" He laughs and nods. 

"I'll wait out here for you, okay?"

"Mmkay." You part from him and it almost aches you to leave him for a second to relieve yourself. The need to pee becomes urgent, your feet rushing you along to the bathroom for a release. Good thing there isn't a line, and that the bathrooms are practically empty— you can sigh away in peace before washing your hands and freshening up a bit. You're excited to get back to Wooyoung, and it shows with the way you giddily pace out of the bathroom and down the hall—

Only to be stopped in the process by none other than your other bestfriend, Kang Yeosang.

You turn and find him there, a small smile plastered on his lips. Your heart immediately drops seeing him, and the guilt comes rushing back. You can't help but frown a bit, pursing your lips together before responding properly.

"Yeo, hi." You look at him with doe-eyes and he isn't sure if he should be more upset over the situation or sad. Maybe sad, because it's clear where you stand with him. And it sucks, but what is he to do? If you're happier elsewhere, who is he to prevent you from having that happiness?

"Hey you." He says softly. "I've barely seen you all night."

"Yeah, just been on the dance floor. My feet kinda hurt now that I think about it." He chuckles a bit.

"Sounds like you're having a good time."

"Um, yeah. Yeah." You repeat. "It's been good. Hope you're having a good night?"

"Can't complain, I guess?" There's a pause before you break the silence.

"Yeo, I'm sorry. It all happened last minute, I really wasn't trying to go but Jiwoo asked her brother and—"

"It's okay, seriously. It's fine. You don't have to explain." He says waving it off, probably trying to make it seem like it's not a big deal when yeah, maybe it isn't. But, you know he's still hurt. You know he still feels a hint of betrayal by the way this all went down— for saying no, for turning down the party, for not telling him you were all of a sudden gonna be here with Jiwoo's brother. For brushing his feelings under the rug.

"Is it?" You ask, still pretty drunk. If this were any other circumstance, you'd probably run away and hide. 

"Uh, yeah, it will be." Yeosang shrugs, unsure of what to say because he is sad about it, now that he truly thinks about it and lets the situation settle in his head.

"I'm sorry." Is all you say as a small frown builds on your lips. Just as you're about to turn to get back to Wooyoung, Yeosang catches your wrist and gently tugs you back. You look up at him, eyes full of curiosity as to why he's holding you back. You're scared for what's to come next, but you give him the opportunity to tell you whatever it is anyway.

"Maybe we can talk about this over dinner? Just me and you?" And as much as you should stand your ground and say no, you can't help but feel like you owe it to him. Maybe this would be it— the doorway to being honest, to telling him the truth. Maybe you two could have a good, friendly dinner and get past this without ruining what's already there; as friends. 

As for Wooyoung, he sees the whole thing with Yeosang. He can't help but watch, either. His eyes were scanning the crowd tough, a little too eager to have you back in his arms on the dance floor. When he finally caught your figure, your dress, standing in the main hall talking to Yeosang, he felt his heart drop. He's not sure what's going on, can't really make sense of what's being exchanged between the two of you. Yeosang still hasn't let go of your wrist, but Wooyoung catches you nodding before he does. Whatever it was, he's hoping you aren't hurt or anything along those lines.

"Hi." You smile toothlessly at him and he has the sudden urge to cup your cheeks, to pull you into his arms and hold onto you. At least you're smiling at him, that's all he could ask for.

"Hey." He smiles back. "I almost thought the toilet swallowed you." You laugh and shake your head.

"What if it did?"

"Then I'd have to go in there and save you, right? Who would I be if I didn't?" He holds out his hand as the next song plays, a little bit of that Jon B. with his They Don't Know. "Mm, I really like this song. Can we head back to the dance floor? I mean, if you don't wanna it's fine but please don't make me slow dance by myself." You giggle, taking his hand and letting him lead you back to the dance floor. He gently wraps his arms around you while you wrap your arms around his neck, his hands firmly keeping you pressed close to him. 

"Wooyoung."

"Mhm?" He maintains eye contact with you as you sway to the song, following along to the beat. 

"Thank you. For tonight. I've had a lot of fun."

"I'm glad. That's all I wanted." He smirks. "Assuming I'll get a free ride to next year's party, too?" You laugh.

"We'll see."

"No seriously though, I'm glad you had fun."

"I did. I really did." You tilt your head ever so slightly and the lighting from the string lights, the moon, hits you perfectly in this angle that Wooyoung feels his heart skip. The highlighter on your collarbone provides an extra layer of glow to everything about you and he honestly doesn't know how to act right now. You feel his hand gently rub at your lower back, his eyes moving from your nose, down to your lips. You catch his Adam's apple bob in an attempt to swallow this sudden nervousness down.

And you could be wrong, you don't really know what's going on in his head and vice versa. But, the moment his face starts edging towards yours, you can't help but follow his motions. In a sudden turn of events, you find yourself wanting, even needing to kiss him; you really hope to—

"If I didn't know any better, it actually looks like you two like each other a lot annnnd iono about all that." Jiwoo says, carrying the rosé bottle in her hand while Hongjoong tries to tug her away. Wooyoung rolls his eyes and tries to move you two away in tiny steps, fighting the annoyance within him when his sister [of course] butted in at a very pivotal moment. Cause yeah, he would've kissed you, and he would've genuinely enjoyed it. He wanted this, too. "Babe, I got the bottle. Open up—"

"Baby." Hongjoong says. "Stop, put it down. Let's go! Leave them alone!"

"Jiwoo, the hell. Are you trying to poison her?! She's good." Wooyoung says lowly with his brows furrowed, subtly brushing his sister off.

"Ew, fun police!" She looks at both Wooyoung and Hongjoong.

"Can you like, get yourself together? What's fun about drowning my date in rosé?"

"All of a sudden he cares." She snorts.

"Baby—sorry, sorry." Hongjoong has a sympathetic expression on his face while looking at you two. "I got this." Hongjoong whisks her away and grabs the bottle, successfully placing it down on another table before bringing her to get water.

"Jiwoo." You laugh, resting your head against Wooyoung's cheek, his grip on you only tightening as you softly sway back and forth to the music.

"Literally couldn't have been the worst time." 

"It's okay. Hongjoong's got her now."

"Sorry." He says, placing a gentle, feathery kiss to your cheek. "Just know that was not how I wanted that to play out." He rubs at your sides as you giggle, continuing to slow dance with Wooyoung under the starlit sky.

When the event officially concludes, the CEO and leadership team come back to the stage to thank everyone for the successful event, wishing everyone safe travels back home. Jiwoo runs to you and hugs you, asking if you had fun tonight. You tell her that you did and that you owe it to her and her brother for all of it. She laughs, happy everything turned out well and that her brother took good care of you.

"Take care of her." Jiwoo glares at Wooyoung while Hongjoong chuckles to the side and shakes his head.

"Okay, go."

"I mean it."

"I do, too!"

"Babe, text me when this big head brings you home. I might not answer though cause I'll be at Joong's but still—" You nod, completely ignoring what she's insinuating.

"Ew, no one fucking asked Jiwoo. Just go." Wooyoung mumbles under his breath, giving her a look. Your eyes widen when you feel Wooyoung slip his hand into yours and grip it tightly, leading you through the crowd of people building around the back of the winery saying their goodbye's. You both head into the car with ease, giving Wooyoung the opportunity to catch a minute before driving off.

"Hm, how do you feel right now?" Wooyoung spreads in his seat, scrolling through his phone.

"I'm fine."

"Not too tired?"

"Not really."

"Still kinda tipsy?"

"Still kinda tipsy." You reaffirm and he chuckles.

"Wanna get some food and hang out somewhere? No pressure. Can take you home if that's what you prefer."

"Um, yeah sure! Let's go."

"Yeah?" He smiles and buckles up, shifting the gear to drive. "Sick. I know just the place to get you some good snacks."

Said place ends up being a convenience store nearby that has the best egg sandwiches, spicy tuna onigiri, and Wooyoung's favorite grab n' go corndogs.

You enjoy the experience nonetheless. Wooyoung parks his car right at the front of the store, helping you hop out of the car before slipping his hand in yours. It almost feels way too natural for two people who were merely attending a party together as acquaintances, [per Choi San] but Wooyoung likes the way your hand feels in his. The way it fits perfectly, and how you seem to put all your trust in him this way. He shuffles towards the back and tosses a few things into the basket you're holding with your other arm, giggling when he debates between a regular corndog or a flaming hot cheeto corndog.

"I don't want my ass to be on fire though, so." He says out loud in the very empty convenience store.

"Wooyoung!" You whisper, more embarrassed on his behalf than himself. 

"I'm just saying Y/N, sometimes that shit is outta my control. I don't want it to be one of those nights." You laugh as he looks into the basket. "Is that all you want? A corndog?"

"Mhm. I'm still pretty full."

"Okay then." He takes the items to the register and quickly pays for it, giving you zero chance to slide in some cash. He smirks when he grabs the bag and heads back to the car, letting you know that he'd never let you pay anyway.

The drive to Wooyoung's endpoint is about 20 minutes away from the store, and up a dark hill. If it had been any other situation, it would've looked incredibly scary and suspicious. But since it's Wooyoung, you trust him wholeheartedly to bring you somewhere you'd enjoy.

"It gets better, okay. I know what you're thinking."

"What am I thinking?" You squeak.

"You're probably wondering why my punkass is taking you up a dark hill. I promise the view up there is worth it. You trust me, yeah?"

"I do. Don't disappoint me, Jung Wooyoung."

"Nah, never that." He takes you further up the curvy road, finally pulling into a small lot off to the side. There aren't any other cars parked besides Wooyoung's, so it makes it easy for him to back into the spot. He leaves enough space to pop open the trunk freely, allowing you two to sit and enjoy the sideview of the city. "Careful." He says, bringing you to the trunk and making sure you're seated comfortably before grabbing the snacks. He plops into the space next to you and hands you your corndog, the both of you indulging in your snacks in pure silence.

"There's a path down there. You get a better view of the city." He covers his mouth while chewing on his corndog.

"Hm." You hum, looking up at the sky. "The stars are so bright tonight."

"I know, I don't remember the last time I've seen so many stars." Wooyoung points to the right. "Look! There's the big dipper." You chomp on your corndog as you look up to where he's pointing at.

"No, it's not?"

"Y/N. Please. That's the big dipper."

"I'm looking! I don't see it." He scoots closer and points again. At this point, Wooyoung is only inches away from your face. If you were to turn at the wrong time, you'd land a kiss on his lips unintentionally. 

"There!" He says. Lo and behold, Wooyoung's right. You finally see the shape of the big dipper up ahead, even if you're slightly distracted with Wooyoung's face being in such close proximity again. 

"Okay, you're right. I see it, I'll give that to you." You respond with a tiny smile.

"Haven't seen one in a long time." He smiles proudly before digging into his other snacks and powering through them. Wooyoung doesn't even move away from you after showing you the big dipper, but you aren't complaining. You've come to learn that you enjoy having him near, close. "You're done eating?" You nod, tossing your trash into the bag.

"Mhm." You hum contently. "Wooyoung." He looks at you with a brow cocked up, shoving the last bit of the onigiri in his mouth. He shouldn't like the way you say his name so softly, so delicately, but he does. Especially after tonight, he really, really does.

"Yeah?"

"I wanna walk down the path and look at the view." You stand and start walking towards the path, where it'll take you to a beautiful view of the city.

"Wait, hold up!" He says, grabbing his jacket and locking up his car. "Why does she walk so fast? Miss Quicksilver." He mumbles to himself. When he catches up to you, you feel him drape his jacket over your shoulders before coming to your side. "It's getting kinda chilly out." You look up at him with a small smile on your face, hugging the jacket closely around your frame.

"Thank you."

"Course." He holds out his hand. "It's dark, let me lead the way? You've got your pretty heels on and everything. You sure you wanna do this?"

"Yeah, please?" Wooyoung almost buckles at the knees when he hears you plead the way you do, instantly locking hands while he walks in front to lead the way. You stay close to him, especially when the path has lower visibility than you expected. He tightens the grip on your hand, carefully navigating around the bushes along the way. When he finally reaches the end and brings you to the view, you take a few steps forward toward the edge of the overlook. There's a small board off to the side that outlines the history of the city ahead and when the overlook was created. You let go of Wooyoung's hand completely to rest on the edge, taking in the city lights. The crisp night air. The sound of the stream nearby. You rest your elbows on the stone, chin resting on the palms of your hands. Wooyoung smiles to himself as he admires you from behind, coming right by your side to enjoy the view. "It's so pretty."

"Yeah, it is."

"The crickets are loud. Kinda soothing to listen to, though."

"Louder than Jiwoo, that's for sure." You laugh, continuing to look at the view. 

"How'd you know about this spot, Woo? Do you take girls here on dates?"

"God, no. I just come here to chill when I need to get my mind together. I don't really share this spot with anyone." He rests his chin on your head and you don't budge, appreciating the extra body heat from behind.

"You shared it with me."

"That's cause I genuinely wanted to take you here. I know you'd appreciate it."

"Can I start coming here, too?" You look up at him with a smile.

"Only if you let me tag along." Wooyoung teases. "I am heavily equipped with the exact location details and everything."

"Mmkay, fair enough." You let out a content sigh. "I wonder what everyone's doing in the city. What their stories are like and what's happening in their lives right now. Do you ever think about stuff like that?"

"I do."

"It's crazy to think about, isn't it? Being in one place at the same time with all these people, filled with millions of different stories."

"It is." You look at the view with a small pout and Wooyoung feels his knees getting weaker over that damn pout. "Anyway." You turn to look at Wooyoung, who is very much still staring down at you in adoration. "What? Why do you keep looking at me like that?" 

"What, can I not? You're just really cute, shit, sue me." You roll your eyes playfully before a yawn comes out, and Wooyoung frowns a bit.

"Yikes." You say just as you shake off the yawn.

"Tired?"

"Mm, it's hitting me now."

"The post-drunk crash." He sighs, cupping your cheeks and looking into your eyes. "Come on, let's get you home." 

"What if—" You cover another yawn again. "I don't wanna?" He drops his hands back down before grabbing your hand, slowly trailing back to the car.

"Then babygirl, I dunno. I definitely do not recommend sleeping out here, though." He jokes. He could technically take you back home and do all the things he would normally do if this were any other circumstance, any other person. He could have you right where he wants you and have you stay the night.

But, he won't. 

He won't do that to you because that's not what you are to him. You aren't just a body, and you aren't a temporary thing. On top of that, he probably should sort through his feelings, his emotions because he's not sure what the fuck he's been feeling all night; he just knows it's kinda different and kinda alarming for someone like him. 

Feels serious, too vulnerable.

"Yeah, I agree." You say sleepily, clinging onto Wooyoung's arm as you walk back to the car.

The ride home is quiet, and exhaustion almost completely consumes your body that you barely realize Wooyoung's thumb gently caressing the surface of your hand. You shouldn't get used to the feeling so much, knowing this is might all be for show especially over a summer party. It hurts to think about, but it's not like Wooyoung willingly wanted to be here. Maybe a small part of him did, but at the end of the day, this was purely a favor for his sister. You didn't think he'd catch feelings over one night, no. It wasn't in his nature to. You didn't expect that whatsoever, either. But, you also couldn't help but feel things after the way he treated you tonight. After the way he took care of you so, so well. 

Was it wrong to feel infatuated? Was it wrong to feel happy, giddy, after the time you shared? Being in close proximity all evening, sharing little subtle affectionate moments together?

The voice in your head tells you yes, and that you should know better than to think it'd last past this night. 

You are you, and Wooyoung is Wooyoung. 

"Y/N?" Wooyoung softly taps your thigh. You turn to face him, recognizing the awfully familiar neighborhood behind him. You had been deep in your thoughts, along with the mix of exhaustion, that you didn't know you've already made it home. "Thought you fell asleep. We're here."

"Already?" You give him a tiny, soft smile that he reciprocates before running to your side and helping you out of the car.

"You don't have to walk me."

"Y/N, please. Don't start spitting out nonsense." He says, unbuckling his seatbelt and running over to your door. He tucks a hand into his pocket while waiting for you to step out, shutting it gently behind you. He walks you up the steps to your studio, silently trailing behind even as you fiddle with your keys to open your door. Once you get it open, you turn to him with that angelic smile he's mesmerized by, causing him to smile in return.

"Hope you had a good time tonight."

"I did. I really, really did. Thank you for.. you know? Accompanying me and what not. Everything, really."

"It was fun." He pulls you into a hug, squeezing you gently. When he pulls away, he keeps an arm wrapped around your neck, planting a kiss on your temple. It lights a fire within you, the heat rising to your cheeks when he pulls back and looks down at you. "Get some sleep, okay?"

"You too. Drive safely." You feel the need to reciprocate the kiss somehow, and it doesn't help that Wooyoung lingers around for a second— mainly to make sure you make it inside your studio. With all your thoughts, you still find yourself reasoning with the giddiness you're feeling. You find the courage to tippy-toe and place a chaste kiss on his cheek, rushing into your studio with a soft: "Goodnight!" before shutting the door. Wooyoung silently laughs to himself as he digs his hands into his pocket, nibbling on his bottom lip to prevent himself from smiling too big at the action.

But, his heart is damn near beating out of his chest, another thing that feels pretty unfamiliar but familiar at the same time. The only thing he knows for certain is that it probably can't be good for him—

To feel this way. Forcing himself to walk away from your studio after spending a good evening together. To want to call you even though he's just in his car downstairs. To keep you company until the next morning.

After all, you were starting to feel more than just a favor to him.

Those feelings can't be good for him.

—TAGLIST: @asjkdk @interweab @woojirang @svintsandghosts @cheolliehugs @persphonesorchid @mxnsxngie @jycas @cowboydk @heyitsmetonid @ldysmfrst @intaksfav

[bellaaae]

Yn being the definition of chaos [567k views]

— Clip 1✰

<Yns solo live>

Yn was on her bed doing a live scrolling through the comments.

Comment:Please show your feet

“Show my feet? Is it allowed?” Yn asked staring into the camera.

She paused to think for a few seconds before later showing part of her feet to the camera.

“YN-NIE!” Haewon yelled from downstairs.

Yn made a “oh I do dead” face because she had forgotten that haewon was watching this live.

— Clip 2✰

Nmixx were up doing random things when the door knob twisted meaning the mentor was about to come in

They all rushed to the bed to pretend to sleep.

It was too late for yn to get on top of the bed making her get caught by the mentor.

“What are you still doing up?!” The mentor asked yn in a strict voice.

“Mentor….i really need to pee!” You whined doing the pee pee dance.

“I feel like my bladder’s boutta burst!” You explained to the mentor.

The other members were silently laughing while the mentor sighed and looked at yn with a done face.

“BE QUITE AND GO BACK TO SLEEP,if I come back here and find you still awake-“ the mentor cautioned yn.

“Yes sir!” Yn said and went back to her bed.

— Clip 3✰

<Nmixx have to guess the song based on the emoji>

🥘🧑🍳⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

“DETECTIVE BUNNY! (Yn) X3” Yn yelled raising her hand.

“Stray Kid’s God’s Menu?” She guessed the song proudly because she knew it.

“Correct!” The staff responded.

“Do it like this” haewon advised yn.

“DU DU DU DU DU DU!” Yn said dancing with her hands like she was chopping something.

She looked extremely cute and funny.

She continued the dance before pausing.

“Is the dance step correct?” She asked the staff looking at the camera.

“I don’t think it is?” Jiwoo replied smiling.

“You looked cute while doing it so it’s alright” sullyoon told yn.

— Clip 4✰

<Yn and haewon cooking dinner>

“Yn can you help me crack the egg?” Haewon asked yn politely.

“Sure” Yn said and picked up the egg.

She was about to use a spoon and crack the egg but something came across her mind making her change her decision.

Yn placed the egg on top of her forehead and cracked it hard on her head.

The egg cracked open but not in a very neat way.Some of the yolk dripping off from Yn’s forehead.

She made a disgusted face from the smell.

“Yn are you do-“ haewon said but got cut off when she saw the way the maknae looked messy.

“Don’t worry anymore.Go wash your face and come back!” Haewon told yn shooing her out of the kitchen.

— Clip 5✰

Nmixx were doing a live in the practice room

While the other members were busy other things Yn and Kyujin stood in front of the phone.

Yn suddenly pressed a big mouth filter making her face look funny.

Kyujin screamed while laughing.

Yn was smiling with the big mouth filter.

— Clip 6✰

Nmixx were doing the same pose but yn got it wrongly.

She accidentally stuck out her middle finger.The editors blurred it out.

Jiwoo screamed a little,laughing making the members to look at them.

They were all shocked.

Haewon the leader was in a panic mode.

The members were laughing and in a little panic mode.

She slapped Yn’s fingers and hand.

“Isn’t it the right pose?” Yn asked confused but Jiwoo was still tapping her fingers.

✰𝐍𝐌𝐈𝐗𝐗

[0cta9on]

Introduction and Masterlist

Hello, I'm 0cta9on !! I write fluff and smut for kpop girlgroups !! That's it !!

Rules:

18+, minors dni

Feel free to ask me anything

I only write male reader/oc

Commissions for full stories are open! Order them here :)

Feel free to request a short story through an ask. Shorts are around 1-2k words and are generally unedited.

I will NOT write for underage idols, regardless of if it's fluff or smut

CURRENT SMUT POLL

Masterlist:

NewJeans:

Minji:

Unlikely Duet - 1 (fluff, series)

Unlikely Duet - 2 (fluff, series)

Unlikely Duet - 3 (fluff, series)

Unlikely Duet - 4 (fluff, series)

Unlikely Duet - 5 (fluff, series)

Unlikely Duet - 6 (fluff, series)

Unlikely Duet - 7 (fluff, series)

Unlikely Duet - 8 (fluff, series)

Stuck With You (fluff, commission)

Hanni:

Train Ride to Heaven (smut)

Itzy:

Ryujin:

First Snow (fluff)

Chaeryeong:

Good Idea (smut)

Nmixx:

Haewon:

Beach Day (smut)

Lily:

And We Danced (angst)

Kiss Of Life:

Julie:

Masterpiece (fluff)

Le Sserafim:

Sakura:

FFF2+4 (smut)

Twice:

Sana:

A Stroke of Luck (smut, request)

(G)-Idle:

Miyeon:

A Stroke of Luck (smut, request)

IVE:

Gaeul:

Lessons (smut, commission)

Young Posse:

Sunhye:

Sunburn (fluff)

Sunscreen (fluff, sequel to Sunburn)

Shorts:

Aespa - Winter (smut)

Nmixx - Jiwoo (fluff)

Twice - Nayeon (smut)

Itzy - Ryujin (smut)

IVE - Wonyoung (smut)

Le Sserafim - Sakura (fluff)

Le Sserafim - Chaewon (fluff)

Gfriend/Viviz - Eunha (smut)

IVE - Gaeul (fluff)

Nmixx - Sullyoon (smut)

Aespa - Winter (fluff)

IVE - Gaeul (smut)

Nmixx - Bae (fluff)

(G)-idle - Miyeon (fluff)

(G)-idle - Soojin (fluff)

Miscellaneous:

Curated Companions: A Collection

[haespoir]

tongue-tied: mkl.

⨯ pairing: mark x afab!reader

⨯ word count: 1.5k 

⨯ genre: smut, established relationship

⨯ summary: mark gets a bit handsy on the bean bag, and he leaves you speechless.

⨯ warnings: mentions of being high and edibles, oral (f receiving), honestly very tame, mark has an eyebrow and tongue piercing

⨯ playlist: wake, jiwoo  

⨯ a/n: this my first time ever writing smut.. be kind, and any feedback is very appreciated ♡

. . .

Mark Lee was an insatiable bastard, and that was putting it lightly. Ever since the two of you had gotten together, it seemed like he was unable to keep his hands off you. Not that you minded; you had put the man through enough torture when it came to getting together, you could at least give him a bit of lenience now. 

And he took advantage of that every chance he could get. Even now, as the both of you are reaching the peak of your high, his hands are roaming your body. The two of you are squished onto his beloved bean bag in the living room, a random movie playing on the TV. Mark promised that once the gummies hit the two of you could watch a movie, yet here you were. 

The bean bag was big enough for the two of you to fit comfortably, but Mark insisted that you sit on his lap, at least halfway. This way he could keep his arms around you, his fingers dancing dangerously along the hem of your shirt.

Like you said, an insatiable bastard. 

“Is it really necessary to sit like this?” you whine, attempting to push Mark away. The warmth of the room was starting to get to you, and the gummies you had about 45 minutes ago were not helping. 

Mark can only roll his eyes at your behavior, opting to pull you closer to him. No matter how much you whined or tried to push him away, you always ended up begging him to hold you later on in the night. So why not just hold you now? 

And it’s not like you’re putting up much of a fight. Because all it takes is a small pinch on your thigh for you to melt into his arms, your head resting on his shoulder. This gives you perfect access to one of your favorite parts about Mark: his neck. Lazily, you begin to pepper small kisses along the span of his neck, paying special attention to the mole under his ear. You had always found the small beauty mark to be attractive.

“Babe,” he groans, shifting slightly to pull you onto his lap more. “Don’t tease me.” 

His words have you pulling away from him, a pout forming on your lips. “Why not?” 

“Don’t start something you can’t finish baby.” One look at him was enough for you to see the desire swimming in his eyes, and you can only scoff at his words. You always finished what you started. He knew that better than anyone. 

Before he can comment on your attitude, you’re pressing kisses to his neck again, this time pulling his earlobe between your teeth. “Technically, you started it,” you say, thinking back to his wandering hands. They had definitely slipped past the waistband of your sweats by now, his fingers dancing on the dangerously slim barrier of your underwear. 

“Why are you being a brat, hm? You’re always so good for me,” he remarks. Once again, he’s pinching your skin, relishing the way you squeak at the fleeting feeling of pain. 

“Defending myself is being a brat now?” you ask, raising your brow as you look at him. By now you’ve moved to straddle his lap, the plush filling of the bean bag making the position much more comfortable. However, the lack of structure means that no matter how much you try to hold yourself above him, your weight is pressing down on him. This means you can definitely feel his hard-on through the thin fabric of your sweatpants. 

Giving him a coy smile, you slip your hands up his shirt, your fingers grazing over his nipples as you help him take the shirt the article of clothing off.

"It's getting warm in here, no?" you ask innocently. This has him groaning, watching as you toss the shirt somewhere into his dimly lit living room before giving you his full attention. 

Unfortunately, you are too caught up staring at his chest to even notice his heavy gaze on you. Your hands are splayed on his chest; you love the way he looks under you. It wasn’t often that Mark let you be on top, so you planned to take advantage of every second you had. Which meant that your hands travel to his neck, gripping his throat gently. 

The action has Mark raising a pierced brow at you; it wasn’t often that you took control, but he found the idea lighting a fire in him that he wasn’t sure he could put out if he wanted to. You give his throat an experimental squeeze, loving the way his head lolls onto the bean bag. His gaze is dangerous; he’s looking at you with no patience, and it’s not long before his hands cover yours, using them to pull you onto him. 

A small ‘oof’ escapes your lungs, and it has the two of you laughing before Mark presses a heated kiss to your lips. He wasn’t known for his patience, especially not when it came to you. 

And it shows with the way his hands go from rubbing soft circles into your waist to tugging at your shirt, wanting the article of clothing gone. You can only giggle at his eagerness, watching as it's his turn to toss your shirt away as if it offended him. If you were to ask him, you know he would make up some sort of silly excuse. As if he can read your mind, he speaks up. 

“Every part of you is mine; no one’s gonna have what I have,” he says. You can’t lie; his words go straight to your core, and you know that if Mark couldn’t feel your arousal seeping through your pants before, he can feel it now. The dampness in your underwear has it sticking to you in a way that's almost uncomfortable. You swear you’re dizzy with desire as you look down at your boyfriend.

The sad thing is that he’s barely done anything yet. 

And no one knows you better than Mark. So even if it’s a bit awkward, Mark moves so that you’re laying in the center of the bean bag. Quickly, he slides onto the floor, using this opportunity to grab your sweats and panties, pulling them off in one swift motion. 

You can only pout at the loss of the chance to be on top for once, but Mark quickly erases that thought when your legs are thrown over his shoulder and he’s pressing his tongue against your core. You can only moan at the feeling, the small metal piercing on his tongue pressing against your clit. The feeling makes you squirm, but his arms are trapping you against his mouth. Right about now you regretted suggesting the piercing because it was the reason for you quickly coming undone on this damn bean bag. 

“You always taste so good,” he groans, greedily lapping at your pussy. If there was one thing to know about Mark Lee it was that he ate pussy like a starved man. Every single time, without a doubt. 

Your hands fly to his head, gripping his dark hair in your fingers. A small whimper leaves your lips as you tug on his hair, and this only encourages him even more. Mark takes a small glance at you, loving the way your head is thrown back and the way your legs seemingly have him trapped. Not that he minded. 

In fact, this was his favorite place to be. Under his pretty girl, right where he belonged. And he had to make sure that you knew that. Without warning, you feel his fingers slip inside you, and your mouth falls open in a loud moan; it was like music to Mark’s ears. 

“Oh my god,” your words are slurred as if you’re drunk from the pure desire coursing through your veins. With his hands now busy, you can grind against his face, chasing your own high. He’s so deep now, and all you can do is clench around his fingers pathetically. His name slips past your lips like a mantra, and it only fuels his ego. Only he could fuck you like this. Only he could make you speechless like this. Only him.

“So pretty,” he coos, drowning in the taste of you. “And all mine. Cum for me baby,” he demands. Mark pays extra attention to your clit, sucking and running the cool metal of his piercing against before adding a third finger to stretch you out. You can only whine, your thighs tightening against his head. 

Who were you to deny your loving boyfriend? 

A small cry escapes you as you orgasm, your hips bucking against his bruising grip. But that doesn’t stop Mark; he finger fucks you through your high, and he doesn’t waste a single drop. He brings his fingers to his mouth, his piercing making another appearance as he licks his fingers clean. 

You can only stare at him as you attempt to catch your breath. With the way he’s looking at you and the obvious bulge in his pants, you know that Mark Lee is far from done with you. 

[k-dokja]

Life is so much better when you don’t take anything seriously 🫠 Kayden x f!reader.

“…What?” You cross your arms, meeting Gestella’s eyes without flinching. For all you know, you haven’t done anything wrong to receive her attention. Maybe she wants your hair care routine, you can’t tell with her glaring at you in silence for the past few minutes.

“What is your relationship with Kayden?” She asks point blank, making you raise your eyebrows in surprise. Truthfully, you expect that this conversation might come at some point, but you had thought she’d dance around the topic longer.

“Why does it matter?” You shoot your own question in return, leaning back on the couch with the blasé confidence you associate to your beloved pain in the ass more than anything.

Gestella’s eyes narrow by a minuscule margin before she tears her attention away from. “Tch…”

“Hey!” Her lackey, whatever her name is, blows up in the place of Gestella. More than a few times now, you’ve seen her inserting into the conversation when Gestella’s social ineptitude fails her. But you struggle to think of her as anything but Gestella’s mouthpiece when speaking for her boss is all she does. “My lady demands an answer from you!”

You’d assume Gestella has already given up on the idea, but her lackey seems to think otherwise.

“I’m his supplier,” you drawl, barely holding back a snicker, “he’s horribly addicted, you see, can’t live without having a whiff of it every day.”

“Addicted?” Gestella frowns. “To what?”

You shrug, “Can’t say,” you lower your voice conspiratorially, “it’s privacy protection for my client you see.”

Her ire heats up the entire room, but once again, she gives up without pressing you. With another click of her tongue, she turns away from you. “Pathetic…” She mutters before taking her leave, vanishing into the thin air.

With her departure, you contemplate visiting Jiwoo less often. There is more than enough to deal with now that Kayden is suffering from his long recovery, you don’t need some silly drama on your plate to complicate everything. Besides, it’s not like you have anything more you can do for him at this point, it’s all on him to expedite his healing now.

“Huh, was Gestella just here?” Kayden’s familiar voice penetrates your musing as he paces towards you from the stairways.

“Yeah,” you tilt your head towards him in acknowledgment, draping your arms over the couch, “done for the day?”

Kayden leaps on the couch gracefully, padding over to curl up on your laps, “Not yet,” he says, “one more thing.”

Without giving you any other warning, he buries his entire face into your chest, drawing a lungful of breath before groaning in contentment. “That’s so much better.” His words are punctuated by heavy nuzzling into your soft flesh, rubbing his scent all over your torso.

With his final grumbles, Kayden plops back down, bearing a content and lazy smile on his mouth, “You should stay here everyday, save me the trip to your place to recharge while I’m this weak.”

“Isn’t this crowded enough with all the cats and… dog?” You snort, but the corner of your mouth curves into a smirk. “Besides… you could use the exercise.”

”Hey, that’s no way to talk to the love of your life.” Kayden huffs, lashing his tail at your face. “What’s the point to your cat form if you don’t use it, anyway? Yours is far more compact than any of us.”

“Some of us don’t enjoy being an animal all day, weirdo,” you swat his backside, making him jump slightly, “although, I don’t oppose to you staying in this, you’re much more tolerable this way.”

Kayden growls, “You’re just profiting off being bigger than me for once,” he snaps back at you, but the fury in his eyes dim into a smouldering gaze when his sight lands on your chest once more, “still, can’t deny that you’re much more delectable as you are… good enough to eat—”

“Ehem.”

You both turn in time to see Kartein mid-coughing. He adamantly refuses to meet your eyes, and the same goes for Pluto, who sits by him. But the muttering Kartein makes is directed towards the two of you anyway. “Just reminding you that there are other people in the room.”

“Tch,” Kayden grunts and settles back down on your lap. “Spoilsport.”

“See why you should make the long trip now?” You tease, ruffling his soft furs.

He snaps back at you with his sharp teeth, but visibly deflate when he knows there is a limit to his actions. “I will deal with you when my strength is back.”

“Promises, promises.”

There is something you can still help Kayden with for his recovery after all.

[ot9snumber1]

call me at midnight

hirai momo x blackpink!reader

summary: you think four best friends are enough to get you by in life. that is, until jennie introduces you to nayeon, and until nayeon introduces you to momo.

warnings: fluff, introverted reader, rushed bc i wanted to put it out for momo's bday <3 happy bday my best girl!

—

being friends with jennie means being friends with a lot of people. namely, the three other girls in your group—whom you met thanks to jennie forcing you to be social during your trainee days.

it all paid off, of course. debuting in a group with your four closest friends was a dream come true! you were convinced you needed nothing else in life.

until jennie introduces you to her other idol friends.

if being friends with jennie meant being friends with a lot of people, then being friends with nayeon meant being friends with half the world.

she was so friendly and energetic, you couldn't possibly stay still around her! (she even tells you that you remind her of one of her members.)

okay. your four best friends and one new friend, surely that was more than enough, right?

"and this is jeongyeon, sana, jihyo, mina, dahyun, chaeyoung, and tzuyu!" nayeon says energetically as she pointed to various members in the practice room.

you nod, trying to remember all their names. (you eye everyone carefully. jeongyeon, sara, ji...jiwoo?, miyeon, dahyun, chae...won, nevermind. you'd figure them all out eventually.)

"i thought twice was nine?" you ask nayeon, who seems to have a revelation when you mention that. nayeon snaps her fingers, "ah! momo hasn't come back from the bathroom!" she groans, "i bet she stopped by the vending machines for snacks again."

just then, a dark-haired girl with blunt bangs walked into the practice room, soda and a tiny bag of chips in hand. you swear you see nayeon's eye twitch, but you were a bit too distracted by the sudden wave of nervousness you felt from being in the mystery girl's presence.

the mystery girl who you realize is momo.

the momo who you spent about an hour talking her ear off after she offered some chips. (you tend to ramble when you get nervous, you tend to get nervous when you're around pretty girls. momo is a pretty girl.)

(...and nayeon's pissed you forgot to record the dance challenge she invited you over for. at least you can go back and see momo again?)

you develop a crush on momo a lot faster than you realize. you're always talking about her, making excuses to mention something she said or likes, comparing her to anything your members do.

it was very suspicious for you to talk about someone you only met once this much. naturally, your members find out about your crush before you do.

"you like momo, huh?" lisa suddenly pipes up while you're trying to stretch. "didn't know you were into dancers. you know, me and momo kind of have the same hair—"

"hold on, what the hell are you talking about me liking momo?" you resist the urge to smack lisa for flirting with you, but you've known her for years now. it was something you just grew to tolerate somehow.

"you talk about her all the time! especially about how cool her haircut is, or her voice, or some random habit you saw from the one minute you spent with her.

"..it was one hour."

"that doesn't make any difference." lisa crosses her arms and stands up straight in front of you. "i can't believe you don't realize how smitten you are with her."

"don't word it like that." you cross your arms too, like a kid retaliating against their playground bully. the two of you have a staring contest that you eventually lose because the stupid grin that appears on her face when you start blushing distracts you.

"you should ask for her number! mina says she's really sweet." lisa teases, you just shove her face away and get to practice.

of course the other three weren't immune to teasing you either.

rosé didn't bother you as much as lisa did, but her little comments about how you were buying more peaches recently or taking more dance classes never failed to make you blush.

and somehow, even with lisa teasing you, her witty attacks were nothing compared to what jennie and jisoo had in store.

"y/n-ah, i bought those drinks you wanted." jisoo says as she returned to the dorms, handing you the plastic bag while you barely leaned up from the couch to gracefully accept it. "thank youuuuu!" you sigh happily, hugging the three bottles before sitting up to drink one.

"i also dropped by twice's dorms to give something back to nayeon. momo says hi." you nearly spit out your drink and ruin the blanket you just bought.

weeks had gone by and you'd already endured the teasing from three members. jennie was awfully silent whenever momo would be brought up, which worried you even more. not knowing if she just didn't care or if she had the most sinister plan than all of them combined made your stomach flip uncomfortably.

it turned out to be the latter.

"y/n?" jennie yawns, walking into your room one night when you couldn't sleep. "forgot to give this to you." she mumbles, handing a piece of paper with glittery pink writing on it before saying goodnight and leaving.

after jennie shuts the door, you inspect the paper and nearly scream.

call me, y/n! i don't mind listening to you talk~ ♡ 모모

(maybe it wasn't an evil plan, but it sure was evil to casually give you a heart attack at 12 AM.)

you take momo's note a little too literally and call her number. you sink deep into your blanket out of nervousness and excitement. (and the realization that you were calling her this late!)

"hello?"

it was the first time you heard her voice since the day you met the rest of twice. surprisingly, she didn't sound tired at all.

"hi, momo!" you huff out, sounding completely out of breath. "jennie gave me your number just now."

you can hear an "oh!" and what you assume to be momo getting in bed. "well, what are you waiting for? tell me about your day!"

you smile, your nerves being eased by momo's comfortable aura. you could feel it through the phone, somehow.

"well, jisoo told me you said hi."

"i did!" you both chuckle quietly. "she was asking for nayeon, but nay wasn't home yet so i talked to her for a bit and she mentioned how you were doing."

you audibly gulp at the idea of that. knowing jisoo, you're almost 100% sure she was telling momo good things. still, it didn't hurt to confirm that.

"all good things, i hope."

"oh, yeah, don't worry. she kept going on and on about how you love dogs and how clingy you are when you're comfortable with someone.."

you bite your lip, was there such thing as too good? jisoo was trying to set you up with momo! shamelessly! and momo didn't notice!

"that's good." you take deep breaths as you hear silence from the other end of the call. "she bought me some drinks that i've been asking for, too. well, more like begging, but i did it really nicely!" you could hear momo struggle not to laugh, it makes you laugh too.

"anyway, she bought me this peach juice i've been wanting to try. then mango juice, and my favorite apple cider."

momo gasps, "you like apple cider?"

"of course!"

"me too!" you can practically hear the smile in her voice. "i'll bring you some next time i see you then."

"i'll be waiting!"

momo has tear stains on her cheeks from laughing so hard and her cheeks hurt from smiling so much by the time she goes to sleep that night.

momo loves talking to you.

[yuhzz]

pizza delivery! - idol mywk.skr x le sserafim 6th member fem!reader

summary: you still haven't confessed to sakura, so she takes the liberty to confess first after getting jealous about a pizza delivery call.

warning: fluff(again). you are an '00 liner.

word count: 1.4k words

==============

it's too obvious. you have a crush on your fellow member, sakura.

everybody knows it, except her.

or maybe she knows that you have a crush on her and she's just waiting for you to make a move about it.

or maybe vice versa.

the only problem was that...

none of the two of you were making a move about it.

today, you (along with the other members) are practicing for your upcoming comeback, unforgiven.

"1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, and uh!" yunjin counted as you all danced to the title track.

"w-wait a minute! i'm tired!" eunchae complained and dropped herself to the floor dramatically.

you giggled at her. "get up, manchae. you should at least sit on the couch if you're going to take a break" you said and offered her a hand.

a pout formed on her lips before accepting your hand and walking towards the couch. you chuckled at the youngest before feeling your phone vibrate against your pocket.

since your pants had a zipper securing your pockets, you had to zip it down before you took your phone out.

you raised your eyebrows upon noticing the familiar contact number. and as soon as you accepted the call and heard a voice, a huge smile was plastered on your face.

"hm?" you heard somebody hum behind you. when you turned around, you saw all the members trying their best to hear whoever it was you were talking to.

except for sakura who was quiet beside the other members.

anyway, as soon as you saw them get closer to you, you decided to move to the other side of the room.

"hello?" you asked.

"hello, ma'am? i'm right outside the building" the voice greeted.

"alright, wait. this is the pizza, right?" you tried reconfirming it.

"that is right, ma'am" after getting your reaffirmation, even your eyes were smiling.

"what the...? who has got her smiling like that???" chaewon wondered and tried of thinking of people you're close with who's probably going out on a date with you.

"hmm, maybe minji?"

"nope, minji's going out with hanni"

"maybe bae?"

"bae and jiwoo's got something going on between them"

"how about gaeul unnie?"

"also not her. you know she and yunjin are crushing on each other"

"then who could it possibly be?"

the other girls continued wondering about it, and sakura seemed to have had enough of it all.

so she stomped away aggressively and walks out of the room - slamming the door right behind her - catching you all off-guard.

you raised your eyebrows at them, silently asking about what happened.

however, all of them could only frown and shrug since they also do not know the reason why sakura acted like that.

"is everything okay there, ma'am?"

you heard the pizza delivery man asked.

"yes! yes, everything is completely fine..." you trailed off, slowly getting worried about your fellow member.

"uhm, sir. i'm really sorry about this but, can you just deliver the food up here instead? i know we talked about me picking it up but it just so happened that i have to do something" you apologized and hoped that he would agree so that you could talk to sakura.

"sure thing, ma'am."

"okay, thanks! by the way, the guard will probably ask where your destination will be so if you can, please walk up to him so that i can tell him you're delivering the pizza to us" you said.

the pizza delivery man obliged, walked up to the guard and handed him the phone.

"hello?"

"oh! hyun-seop oppa, the pizza's for us." after hearing your voice, hyun-seop happily replied, "noted on that y/n-ssi".

hyun-seop gave the phone back to the latter.

"hello, ma'am?"

"ah, sir. our dance practice room number is four. just ask the guard about the directions, okay?"

"okay"

he said and you hung up, almost rushing outside to find sakura right after.

"unnie...where are you?" you mumbled while looking around until suddenly, you heard incoherent whispers near the bathroom.

"damn it, i should've known she didn't feel the same" someone cursed.

you raised your eyebrows and wondered who it was. although the familiar voice kinda gave it away already.

as you turned the corner, you saw sakura leaning against the wall.

her hands were inside her pockets whilst her right foot was kicking the air.

she looked cute and you know it.

with a subtle smile, you called her out. "unnie. what are you doing here?" you asked, almost whispering, but it was loud enough for her to hear.

her cheeks suddenly flushed, and now she was trying to compose herself in front of you.

"me? nothing...just...waiting for the restroom to empty out" she lied.

"eh? but no one's inside though..." you pointed out and she just noticed.

"uh..." she trailed off.

noticing that she seemed tense and somehow nervous, you approached her and held her shoulders, caressing them softly, showing her that whatever her problem is, you'll always be there to listen to it. in fact, you were like this even towards the other members but sakura was special.

she held a special place inside your heart.

so even if her problem's about breaking your heart or something, you'd still listen and do everything for her.

because you like her.

wait, no.

scratch that.

you love her.

"unnie, be honest with me. lately, you've been avoiding the other members and i, now, you just simply walked out without context. is there something wrong going on?" you asked her.

you worried even more when she didn't answer.

what is really going on?

"i..." finally, she uttered a word.

"y/n"

"yes, unnie?" you were getting ready.

"i..." she trailed off, building suspense.

you were utterly curious about what she had to say.

and at last, after a few minutes of waiting, she said the words you least expect to come out of her mouth.

"i like you"

she said, examining your face to see what kind of reaction you will have.

you, on the other hand, didn't know what to feel.

is this even real?

your eyes were wide.

"u-unnie" you stuttered, not knowing what to say.

is it really true?

is it true that the person you've been crushing on, likes you back?

"holy- this must be a dream" you mumbled.

"is this only a dream, unnie? are you only a dream? God, my crush like me back in my dream!" you exclaimed, your mouth slightly ajar.

she giggled.

damn.

even her giggle sounds like heaven to you.

just how much have you fallen for this girl, y/n?

"maybe this is just a dream-"

suddenly, you were cut off.

if your eyes were wide then, it sure is wider now.

your stomach started puking butterflies (is it even possible for your stomach to puke butterflies?) when you felt her warm lips against yours and holy shit.

it was real. this is real. she was real.

a few seconds later, she slowly pulled back and gently opened her eyes - almost immediately giggling when she saw your state.

"i'm glad i was wrong about you liking someone else" she said and smiled.

"come on, let's go back" she mumbled and took your hands.

you let her do whatever it is she wanted.

but one thing made you wonder.

"unnie, why did you leave earlier?" you asked her.

she tensed up and blushed hardcore when you brought that topic up.

"earlier...?" she asked.

"mhm," you hummed.

"well- i uh- how do i put this?" she shyly laughed.

"uhm, i was jealous?" she was sure yet unsure.

"jealous? why?" you pondered.

"i was jealous because of the person you were on call with" she sighed.

you raised your eyebrows.

"you were jealous of the pizza delivery guy?" you asked.

she faced you and had her eyebrows furrowed.

"pizza...delivery guy?" she asked you.

"uhm, yeah?"

"oh" was all she could say. you wondered and started to worry again. who did she expect you were talking to?

"hello? unnie?" you snapped your fingers in front of her.

"i can't believe i was jealous for nothing" she mumbled to herself and chuckled.

"huh? what is it?"

"no, nothing" she sheepishly smiled and continued walking again - her hands still against yours.

you were dead curious about what she just said but thought that maybe it was better not to pry.

and sakura silently thanked you for it.

because if you did pry and asked more about the topic, you would've been teasing her non-stop right now.

but of course, that doesn't mean that she hates getting teased, especially by you.

in fact, it was something that she looks forward to.

[smileydk]

Lights, Camera, Action

Pairing: Idol!Taemin x Photographer!OC

Summary: Jiwoo and Taemin have been married for a whole decade. They both debuted in SHINee. As SHINee approached their 15th anniversary Jiwoo started pursuing photography.

Who'd be a better guinea pig model than her own husband?

cw/tw: fluff, cute, praising, suggestive, kissing

Note: I'm obsessed with Taemin lately. Why I don't know. But he's so handsome and pretty, and gorgeous, and sexy and- yeah

''Taeminie my babyyy~'' Jiwoo walked through the front door with a sweet smile on her lips.

Taemin, sitting on the couch, looked up from the book he was reading and raised a knowing eyebrow. ''Yes, my dearest wife? What are you gonna subject me to this time?''

Jiwoo smiled and walked over to the couch. She wrapped her arms around his neck and looked down at him with a pleading smile.

Taemin knew that smile very well. Whenever she wanted him to do something she'd smile like that.

''You know how I've been taking photography classes, right baby?'' Taemin nodded. ''Right, so this week's assignment was to photograph something sexy... so I thought who's better for the job than the Lee Taemin?''

Taemin chuckled as he leaned his head against the back rest. He looked up at Jiwoo, who was already looking down at him and pursed his lips.

Jiwoo leaned down and kissed his lips sweetly.

''Will you please help me, baby?'' Jiwoo fluttered her eyelashes sweetly.

''I can't, and you know I can't. I told you this morning. And I know you know since you call be "baby". I have to go to the dance studio and work on the "Guilty" choreography. I would help you if I-''

Jiwoo pouted. ''Pretty please?''

Taemin chuckled. ''I don't have ti-''

''Pretty please with sugar on top?! If you loved me-'' Taemin raised an eyebrow. ''-you would help me''

Taemin sighed. ''You're annoying''

''I know. And since you won't help me, I'm calling Minho'' Taemin nodded for her to go on.

So she did.

She found her phone and found Minho's contact. She pressed his contact and put it on speaker phone. Taemin just sat there.

''Jiwoo! My favorite Lee! 'Sup?''

Taemin glared at the phone. ''What do you mean "favorite Lee?!" I thought it was me!''

In the background Jiwoo and Taemin heard Onew cursing at Minho for calling someone else his favroite Lee.

''Too bad, you ain't. And neither are you, Hyung! Now, how can I help my favorite Lee''

''So, for my photography classes I have to photograph something sexy, and Taemin's an ass and won't help me, so would you like to be my sexy model? Maybe something shirtless, or maybe-''

Taemin grabbed Jiwoo's phone from her hands and glared at his wife. ''Buh-bye Hyung, we don't need you''

''Goodbye, see you tom-''

Jiwoo laughed loudly as Taemin ended the call in the middle of Minho's sentence. He chucked her phone behind his shoulder. He turned to his wife and raised an eyebrow.

''You're a bully''

''So you'll help me?'' Jiwoo smiled sweetly.

Taemin sighed loudly. ''Fine! I'll call Noona and tell her practice is off'' He picked up his own phone. ''You're lucky I love you'' He mumbled a pouty tone.

As he ended the call, telling "Noona" he was sick and couldn't dance today. "Noona" didn't believe him for a single second, but she let it slide this time.

She did however warn him if he repeated this she would come to their apartment and drag him to the dance studio herself.

''Now, back to your little rendezvous, do we have any studio lights? Or any equipment at all?''

Jiwoo's sweet, kiss-ass look, switched into a sheepish look. ''I might have bought a camera, studio lights and all that before asking you''

''Why?''

''I just- my backup plan was Minho, I knew he would accept without a fight'' Jiwoo smirked as she headed out the door to get the stuff she bought.

Taemin gasped dramatically. ''How dare you even think of Minho as a backup?'' His wife simply smiled and kissed his cheek.

After they'd set up all the different lights and cameras, and props and whatnot that Jiwoo had brought home, in the bathroom, the woman turned to her husband with a smirk.

''And now, you. We gotta change all...'' Jiwoo moved her hands around her husband's body. ''...this''

''What? I look sexy as I am'' Taemin raised an eyebrow.

''Well that I won't deny. But! This is not what I invisioned...'' She motioned to his oversized hoodie and sweatpants. ''I was thinking that it could fit with your upcoming comeback... so I might have got you a completely new outfit''

She dug out a white tank-top, a pair of white boxers and a pair of blue, baggy (jeans) pants. Taemin reluctantly took the clothes and changed out of his sweatpants and hoodie.

As he showed the outfit to Jiwoo she held up a finger. She started pulling and adjusting his pants. She could feel Taemin's smirk on his lips as her hands brushed past his lower stomach.

''Shut up'' She mumbled and continued her adjusting.

''I didn't say anything!'' Taemin exclaimed and placed his hands on his hips.

Jiwoo ignored him and stepped back. She looked him up and down. He posed jokingly and Jiwoo chuckled.

Jiwoo stood him in front of the bathroom. ''Let's... add a bit of choreo to the photo. Right hand under shirt, show off your stomach. You know, the key move''

Taemin smirked. ''If you wanted me naked you should've just asked, baby''

''Ha. Ha'' Jiwoo laughed sarcastically and loooked at her husband with a forced smile. ''Pose, asshole''

''Yes, ma'am!'' Taemin saluted her and did as she'd wished. ''Lights, camera, action''

Jiwoo stared at him for a moment. ''You're such a weirdo'' Taemin flashed a dorky smile.

Jiwoo continued staring at Taemin as he did the pose she requested. It looked good, but not enough. ''Head down. Hand around your neck''

Taemin did as instructed.

This was another reason as to why Jiwoo wanted to work with her own husband, he'd been in the industry for so long. He knew exactly how to pose, he followed instructions well and he was naturally sexy.

Perfect sexy model.

Jiwoo snapped a few pictures of Taemin in that pose, altering some small things. When she was satisfied with it she showed it to model himself.

''Wow, I look good'' Jiwoo chuckled. ''What are you laughing at? I look sexy. Who knows, maybe these will be my concept photos? You're good at this''

Jiwoo blushed as he praised her. ''You really think that?''

Taemin nodded and hugged her tightly. ''The best! Now, next pose!''

The afternoon continued. Taemin posed as Jiwoo instructed. It started professionally, Taemin answered Jiwoo being very serious about the whole thing.

Then it slowly turned into Taemin doing as he wished and Jiwoo accepting it.

After almost 3 hours of snapping photos they decided to wrap it up.

''I'm gonna edit these a bit. Then you can see them''

Taemin pouted. ''I wanna see them now!''

Jiwoo raised an eyebrow. ''Taemin, sweetie, you're 30, not a toddler. You'll see them when I'm done''

''Okay...''

However, editing proved to be difficult when you had a 30 year old husband who decided he needed attention at this exact moment.

Jiwoo was trying to edit the pictures she seemed to be the best ones. Taemin sat behind her on the bed, legs on each side of her body, arms around her waist as he watched her edit.

His shin rested on her shoulder as she tapped away on the computer.

Taemin's attention span was about the same as a 5 year old, on a sugar high.

His fingers started tapping a rhythm on Jiwoo's thighs and he started humming to himself. Jiwoo turned around and raised an eyebrow. She'd told him if he wanted to sit here. Silence.

He quickly stopped.

But then his attention started wearing thin again. He found a hairbrush ans some hair ties Jiwoo had laying around.

He carefully started brushing Jiwoo's hair and braiding it. Jiwoo stopped her editing and turned around. She smiled.

''You really have no patience. You're like a five year old'' Jiwoo examined the braid. It was good.

''Yet you love me. Besides, if I was a five year old, wouldn't that make you a predator?''

Jiwoo raised her eyebrow. ''Ha. Ha''

''I'll go cook or something. Have a good editing session''

''Love you!'' Jiwoo yelled through the house as Taemin bounced down the stairs.

''Love you more!''

After Jiwoo'd edited the photos she headed into the kitchen to show Taemin.

Taemin, who was making tteokbokki, was amazed.

''My wife's so talented! And I'm much more sexy than Minho-Hyung would ever be''

Jiwoo chuckled and patted his cheek. ''That's your opinion''

''Whatever. You and I both know I'm speaking facts. Now, I think these are perfect for my concept photos this comeback. And I'm saving money if use my lovely wife's hard labor''

''Who said I'm free?'' Jiwoo raised an eyebrow and placed her hands on her hips. ''I'm an expensive bitch''

''Well... expensive? Yes. But bitch? No. What do you want as pay? I could think of a few things I know you'd like'' Taemin smirked as he placed his own hands on Jiwoo's.

Jiwoo chuckled and shook her head. ''You're such a pervert''

Taemin couldn't see the problem. She wanted pay. He had something to pay with. Which they'd both enjoy.

''Besides. I have to send these in for class and-''

Before Jiwoo could finish her sentence Taemin pressed his lips against hers. Jiwoo giggled as he pulled away.

''You talk too much sometimes''

''And you have too little patience. Your tteok is burning'' Jiwoo pointed at the pan, which smoked a bit more than it should've.

Taemin turned around and spotted the pan. He quickly moved it from the heat. He smiled awkwardly as he turned back to his wife.

''It's not burnt. It just... on the verge of burning. Want some?''

Jiwoo smiled. He was so cute. And he tried cooking. Which he rarely did. ''Of course I will''

As they are Taemin's half-burnt creation Taemin smirked. ''Next time you should do a budoir photoshoot''

Jiwoo choked on the food. ''Lee Taemin!? WHAT THE FUCK!?''

''What? It was just an idea! I'm sexy. You're a great photographer. And...''

''You just want a reason to get naked'' Jiwoo deadpanned him. ''And don't even deny it, you're... you''

''Oh baby. If I wanted to be naked I'd be naked'' He winked and continued eating his food.

''Fuck you, Lee Taemin''

''Anytime, baby''

[justalonelybitch]

Recommendation List!

~Aespa~

Call It What You Want by @perfectsunlight - Yoo Jimin

I'm Sorry by @goldennikko - Yoo Jimin

Best Friends by @perfectsunlight - Uchinaga Aeri

Sticky Note Love by @kimsohn - Kim Minjeong

Brave by @ddoxhan - Ning Yizhuo

~Dreamcatcher~

At Your Service by @let-them-read-fics - Kim Minji

Hoist the Colours High by @foolish-sparrow - Kim Bora

Take A Look by @flooffybits - Kim Yoohyeon & Lee Yubin

~Itzy~

Aftertastes by @seollenda - Hwang Yeji

Lost In Thoughts of You by @flooffybits - Choi Jisu

RUN2U by @panda-writes-kpop - Choi Jisu

Touch Ups by @seoltzuki - Shin Ryujin

~Le Sserafim~

Neglected by @k-comfyspace - Kim Chaewon & Kim Minju

Best Friends by @perfectsunlight - Huh Yunjin

YouTube Series by @jihyoruri - Huh Yunjin

~Loona~

In Your Face by @flooffybits - Jo Haseul

Breathless by @flooffybits - Ha Sooyoung

(Not Just) Friends by @flooffybits - Kim Jungeuen

Are You Done? by @seoltzuki - Kim Jungeun

That's Not The Case by @seoltzuki - Kim Jiwoo

This Suffocating Silence by @flooffybits - Park Chaewon

Bright Path by @k-comfyspace - Son Hyejoo

~Red Velvet~

First Kiss (Royalty AU Reaction) by @luxora - All Members

It's Not You I Want by @sodamvelvets - Bae Joohyun & Park Sooyoung

Dance For Me by @kpop-zone - Bae Joohyun

Trouble Maker by @luvlyrv - Kang Seulgi

Good Enough by @revelwrittenscenes - Park Sooyoung

Lights, Camera, Action by @kdyism - Kim Yerim

2.10am by @eunjidrabbles - Kim Yerim

~SNSD~

Past Tense And An Arms Length by @seollendaollenda - Kim Taeyeon

Apology by @girlgrouptrash101 - Jung Jessica

Figure My Heart Out by @gllitter-asian - Im Yoona

Ignore The Rumours by @multiphandomunnies - Im Yoona

Don't Keep Me In The Dark by @sarcasmmoo - Seo Joohyun

~Twice~

Wait For Me by @soulkeeper801 - Im Nayeon

Can you?? Ugh! by @seoltzuki - Im Nayeon

Mary Sue by @purecantarella - Hirai Momo

Something To Make Up For by @mashup-writing - Park Jihyo

What I Thought by @sarcasmmoo - Park Jihyo

Don't Call It Cliché by @seollenda - Park Jihyo

Maybe Less Blush? by @seoltzuki - Myoui Mina

~New Jeans~

Something There by @jigujellee - Kim Minji

Convinient For Who? by @rosiehrs - Kim Minji

Shades of Cool by @jiihu - Kim Minji

See Through by @jiihu - Pham Hanni

Please! (SMAU) by @mingkuri - Pham Hanni

~Nmixx~

Push & Pull by @the-roo-too - Lily Morrow

Say Something! (SMAU) by @the-roo-too - Oh Haewon

Real You by @the-roo-too - Seol Yoona

The One That Got Away by @silantryoo - Choi Yunjin

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I am definitely making another rec list in the future. There are so many groups and more amazing fics I wanted to include, but unfortunately it was too late before I realised Tumblr wouldn't let me add anymore links :(((((

[wontheworld]

Im the maknae I gotta be filled w energy | 12

Yn arrived at Music Bank, waving at the fans and paparazzi, she was rushing to get inside because her manager had picked her up late.

"I apologize for being picked up late," she bowed to her stylist.

The lady smiled and replied, "It's okay. I'm excited to handle THEE YN's fashion today and for the rest of your time as an MC."

Yn bowed while laughing and said, "No, thank you so much! I'm happy to have you." Yn smiled as the lady smiled back.

🧸.

"Hello, I am Yn!" Yn introduced herself with excitement.

"And I am Sunghoon," he said, waving.

Yn wore a faux fur cossack hat, a white long-sleeve shirt, and a white tennis skirt, while Sunghoon had on a tight, long-sleeve white shirt and long white pants. Their stylist had chosen a winter theme for their outfits.

"We are your new Music Bank hosts!" Yn exclaimed, smiling brightly, while Sunghoon did a thumbs up.

"And we're here with..." Sunghoon continued.

"NMIXX!" Yn and Sunghoon said, sliding to each side of the room.

"1, 2, 3," Haewon counted.

The group bowed, saying, "Hello, we are NMIXX!" The girls spoke while Yn clapped.

"NMIXX, you've opened 2024 with a comeback called Dash! Would you mind explaining more about the title track?" Yn smiled before turning to Sullyoon.

Sullyoon nodded and started explaining the title track, stumbling over a few words but pushing through.

"NMIXX, what would you dash to?" Sunghoon questioned.

"We will dash to 'NSWER!" Lily exclaimed, as the girls clapped.

Yn clapped along with them and asked, "NMIXX, could you show us the point choreography?"

Kyujin came down the risers and started dancing while the members and Yn cheered her on.

"Whoa, such wonderful dance moves!" Sunghoon exclaimed.

Yn laughed and looked at the card in her hand for the script before speaking, "We can't wait for NMIXX to show their amazing vocal and dance skills and rock the stage!" Yn celebrated as the girls laughed.

"Music," Bae started off.

"Bankkkk!!" Everyone finished.

NMIXX stepped off the risers and bowed, with Yn and Sunghoon bowing back.

Yn accidentally didn't bow to Jiwoo because she was bowing to Sullyoon.

Yn flipped her hair out of her face before looking at Sunghoon. "It's kind of energy-consuming," she laughed as Sunghoon nodded.

"But you're perfect for energy! You said everything so refreshingly. You did better than me, and this is my second time being an MC," he complimented.

She bowed while laughing. "I have it in me. I'm the maknae. I gotta be filled with energy," she joked as he laughed.

prev behind the scenes next

Taglist: @deobitifull @hoonstxr @seulgipage @purennn @haechansbbg @minetaphobe @badasgirlfriend @seunnimg @hyuzaa @ttylxox2 @ariadores @nyfwyeonjun

[honeylations]

Absolutely loved that Jiwoo fic! Any chance we could get a part 2? :)

OF COURSEEE <3

PT.2

SON JIWOO x FEM!READER

Warnings/Notes: smutttt, dirty talk, g!p reader for spoice

A/N: Giggled while making this HEHEEEE

———

After locking the room, Jiwoo pulled you in by the neck for another kiss, moaning where you pushed your tongue past her lips and wrestling her’s. It was enough to make her pussy throb.

“Need you so bad” She muttered against your mouth and unbuttoned the rest of your top, letting her see the well built body Funa was touching earlier.

Her jealousy returned.

“Only I get to see and touch this, okay?” Jiwoo growled, giving a soft bite to your lower lip.

Giving her a hand, you fully removed your top and allowed her to danced her touch across your abs. “Like what you see?”

“Hm~ I’ll like it more when I ride it…and ride that cock too”

You had to bite back a groan from her words. You kicked off and your shoes and socks to the side as Jiwoo removed her heels, pulling you back in by the face to taste your lips.

“Off” You growled and pulled off her crop top and bra in one go, having Jiwoo gasp.

“Thought you’d be the soft type” She grinned, almost losing it when you groped at her breasts.

You backed her up to the bed where she gently fell with you on top. “Are you complaining?”

“Not at all. I like it rough”

“You’re so perfect” You whispered, finally latching on to one nipple that got Jiwoo arching her back.

“T-That feels good”

Her fingers danced into your hair, gently pulling when you kneaded her breast like dough. She grabbed your jaw and forced you to look at her. “I heard from someone that you’re good with your cock”

Sighing, you kissed her neck and her lips. “Minju and I agreed it was a drunken mistake. Moa was literally forcing those shots down our throats and Minju just…got too horny”

You felt Jiwoo trace a finger across your collarbones. “Was she wrong about your cock though?”

She had that challenging tone in her voice. It got you to sit up and tug off your pants, exposing your boxers and a giant dick print.

Jiwoo removed her skirt and opened her legs, showing you her wet cunt. “Gonna prove it to me?”

“No panties? It’s like you were wanting this”

She tilted her head at you. Her smirk grew wider. “What if I said I was?”

“My cock will be the only thing you’ll be thinking about, baby” You husked, grabbing her hand and placing it on your bulge.

She stroked the clothed meat slowly, enjoying the sight of a wet patch forming. “Someone’s excited”

“You can’t talk” You fired back, running two fingers across her folds before pushing them in.

“A-Ah Y/n!! A warning would’ve been nice!”

You gently pulled your digits out and then slamming it back inside. “Shut your mouth. I know you like it this way”

“Fuck, you’re right. I-I’m sorry”

“Can’t drag this shit anymore. Need you so bad, baby” you husked, fearing that you’ll explode your load just by fingering the girl of your dreams.

Your boxers disappeared within seconds and eyed the whimpering girl below you. “Wanna open up for me, princess?”

Jiwoo whined and used her index and middle finger to spread her desperate pussy. “Please Y/n. Put that cock inside me”

“Sorry wait, let me grab a condom—“

“N-No!” She almost yelled while using her free hand to grab your wrist. “I w-want it raw. Want your cum to fill me up”

Two of your fingers went back to her still spread lips, stroking it softly. “Are you sure? This is our first time having sex. I don’t want you regretting anything”

“Y/n. You’re the hottest student on campus, you study architect, you’re smart, you’re funny, you’re hot, and you got a massive dick, what’s there for me to regret?”

You chuckled and pressed a quick kiss on her nose. “You have an interesting way with words, Miss Son”

“Can I get your cock now? I’m getting impatient” She pouted.

Right. You two were in the middle of sex. You nuzzled your lips under her jaw and rubbed the tip of your cock at her entrance. “I’ll be gentle”

Jiwoo took a deep breath in when you started pushing your length inch by inch. The whole feeling was slightly painful than she expected but she needed to remember that you’re packing a lot so she clawed at your back to ease the sting. “O-Ow…”

“I know, I’m sorry. I can pull out and use my fingers instead”

“N-No, please continue. Just need some time-Oh my god!” She panted heavily when you were deep inside her.

“Fuck you’re tight. Was your ex not big enough to satisfy you?”

You winced when Jiwoo dug her nails deeper into your back. “Don’t talk about him. It’ll turn me off”

“Sorry, Princess. Are you feeling okay? Can I move?”

“You talk too much” She whispered and forced your lips down to her plump ones.

She hummed at the tongue to tongue battle before pulling away, seeing that a string of saliva connected you both. Moving your lips to her neck, Jiwoo released a deep moan when you gently pulled out and went back in.

“O-Oh…”

“Yeah? Feels good?” You smiled and continued kissing her neck, ensuring you left dark enough spots and nice bite marks.

“Can feel you hitting my womb, oh my god. So good, so big” She panted.

Her face was just as beautiful as the lewd noises coming out her mouth. It was becoming difficult for you to control yourself. “I’m gonna go fucking crazy soon. I don’t wanna hurt you”

Jiwoo’s next words made your mind go blank. “I want it to hurt, baby. Ruin me so good, I forget everything”

“F-Fuck! Don’t say that, Ji…” You grunted when she clenched.

“I mean it, Y/n. Want your big dick to shape my tight little cunt. I want to beg for you again and again”

You laid your head on her shoulder and breathed heavily. “Ji, I’m gonna lose my mind…”

“Come on, sexy. Too scared you can’t fill me up enough with that sweet cum of yours? Maybe I should just get someone else to do that for me—“

Your hand went around her throat within seconds. “Don’t fucking test me, Son Jiwoo”

You felt her clench around your cock again. “God, such a slut aren’t you? Getting horny just by choking. So pathetic”

Jiwoo’s eyes rolled to the back of her head when your pace became rough, her body jumping at each thrust. Her smaller hand held yours that gently squeezed her neck. “Mmm! Just like that baby!”

You nuzzled your nose at her cheek and the skin slapping became louder as your pelvis started to become red. “Yes…Fuck yes, Princess you feel so good”

“Yes yes yes y/n! Ruin my pussy just like that!”

Your hand moved up to her cheeks and squeezing her mouth open before spitting in it. Jiwoo moaned and swallowed it straight after, looking into your dark eyes. Her walls started to tighten around your pulsing cock and she wrapped her long legs around your waist.

“Gonna cum, Princess?” You tilted your head at her.

If she wasn’t getting dicked down so good, she would’ve rolled her eyes at your fuck boy smirk. “Mhm! Don’t stop don’t stop! Please cum in me Y/n!”

Images of Jiwoo’s pussy and stomach being covered in your cum started to mess with your head, forming that burning feeling in your body. “You’re gonna be the death of me, Son Jiwoo”

“Fuck fuck fuck! I’m cumming I’m cumming!” She squealed and two of her fingers started to ferociously rub her neglected clit, tipping her over the edge.

You were gonna remember this sight forever. Jiwoo arched her back as she exploded on your cock, legs shaking violently while you pushed in a couple more thrusts.

“Fucking take it” You growled, releasing your own load of semen inside.

Thank god there was a loud ass party happening outside or else your friends wouldn’t let you breathe. Jiwoo’s legs that were around your body had weakly slid off, flopping onto the bed. You attached feather like kisses around her neck to distract her from the pain when you pulled out, seeing the mixed cum stream out her entrance.

“God damn…” You muttered, claiming that it was one of the hottest things you have ever seen.

“Was I better than Minju?” Jiwoo randomly asked while out of breath.

“That’s the first thing you’re gonna ask after our mind blowing sex?” You scoffed.

“Answer me”

You rolled your eyes and laid on the space beside her, then pulling her into your arms. Jiwoo laid her head on your chest and hugged you tightly.

“Ok to be fair, Minju and I were both drunk and virgins so the entire thing was messy. You were definitely better. Don’t tell her that though”

“What do you mean ‘messy’? Did you just shove your dick inside her without prepping or something?” Jiwoo joked but she noticed you were silent.

“Y/n seriously?”

“again, we were drunk and virgins” you defended yourself.

“Have you not learnt anything from watching porn?”

“How do you know I watch porn?”

“How could you not?” Jiwoo fired back.

She got a point.

“But Minju did say you were really good in bed so I’m assuming everything that happened after you ripped her in half went smooth”

“I had to stay still inside her for literally 10 minutes before moving. Had a cramp in my thigh but was too scared to tell her”

Jiwoo bursted into laughter and slapped your shoulder repeatedly. “You’re insane!”

“Can we stop talking about this please” You whined like a sad puppy. “Let’s talk about us”

The shorter girl smiled and gave a heart warming kiss. “Alright”

“Wanna give us a chance, Ji? I’ll treat you like a Princess I swear it” You softly pleaded while staring into her eyes.

“Y/n” she cupped your face. “I’ve been willing to give you this chance for a long time now. I’d be a crazy woman to say no to you”

“I love you so much, you don’t understand” you sighed in content and nuzzled into her hair.

“I love you too, dummy. Let’s get dressed and get out of here. I wanna cuddle in a bed that’s not Yeji’s”

You nodded and got dressed first before helping Jiwoo off the bed. You had to hold in your laughter from the way her legs shook.

Finally being dressed, you walked out the room hand in hand, and being greeted with loud cheers from your group of friends.

“There they are!!” Yunjin laughed with Chaewon still in her arms.

You both joined the drinking group and Jiwoo leaned towards Minju’s ear. “You are so right. Her cock was the best thing I’ve ever felt inside me”

Minju went red. “You’re allowed to keep things to yourself”

Jiwoo shrugged and laid her head on your shoulder. Ryujin grimaced at the endless amount of hickies on her neck. “Have fun hiding that”

A/N: Jiwoo is so mommy T^T

[incandescentflower]

Favorite Kiss Game

Rules: create a poll with five of your all time favorite onscreen kisses, setting any standard for qualification you choose. Then tag more friends to join in!

Tagged by @lurkingshan and @hyeoni-comb! Thank you for the tag! These games keep getting harder. This took me so long, but it was fun thinking about this one.

Sticking to BL and picking my faves with the exceptions of a couple that I have already seen out there in this game before because I think it's fun to consider some of the great BL kisses that are a little less talked about.

Ones that I would put in the top that I have already seen mentioned would be the Bad Buddy Rooftop kiss (which I feel is basically universal) the BBS beach kiss, the Old Fashion Cupcake kiss and Blueming's beach kiss.

All top notch.

The kisses that stick with me are ones that signify a change in the relationship and have been earned by the narrative. That can often be the first kiss, but is sometimes a "level up" kiss, so to speak.

Regardless, I know it's good by my physiological reaction. Every one of these I was holding my breath the entire scene.

Jiwoo and Seojoon (To My Star)

"If it's hard for you, I'll go to you." These two were early kbl kings. They showed everyone how it was done. This kiss was so powerful because it was so slowly earned by the narrative. Seojoon admired Jiwoo's strength by having walls he had built up, but he still wanted to get beyond them. Jiwoo tried to push him away, but after the confrontation, he could not keep it together and stood there raw and open. Seojoon couldn't let go and returned. And finally Jiwoo let Seojoon come to him. My feelings about season 2 are complicated, but the dynamic between these characters and the way Seojoon understood Jiwoo in this moment is unforgettable for me.

Shino and Seiryo (Seven Days)

"I couldn't sleep last night...I was thinking of you." These two are dumb dumb dummies, but the obliviousness works it's magic in this twist on fake dating. They had been dancing around being "a couple" for the time they were spending together and it was clear how much they were falling into the idea. Then Shiro confesses, the way he slowly eeks out the words, you can't help hold your breath. Seiryo puts his hand to his chest. He's panicking. But not because he doesn't want to hear that, because he *does.* Shiro reaches for him and they kiss. Their breathing is shaky, they are both trembling as their hands slowly clasp together. This kiss still gets me every time.

Yai and Jom (I feel You Linger in the Air)

"Did you miss its sound?" It's really hard to pick one kiss between Yai and Jom. If we are talking about number of kisses and the level of intense emotion, they win in my opinion in terms of totality of their chemistry that jumps off screen. I like this one in particular because it is them reuniting after the confrontation with Yai's parents and they are now loving each other more out in the open. Yai moves Jom's hand to his heart and asks him if he missed the sound of it beating and Jom's whole presence melts as he says he did.

Shin Kitae and Lee Wan (Our Dating Sim)

"I believe you still like me, no matter how hard I think about it." I love this little show so much. They infuse so much emotion in such a short series and all the kisses and affection are on point. I actually also really love when Lee Wan kisses Shin Kitae to confess, but more as a moment between them than a kiss. He first tells Shin Kitae that he likes him and Kitae's response is automatically "I like you, too" without any thought to it - because that is how much he cared about Lee Wan. Kitae's surprise from the kiss and almost immediate regret of his reaction to it is what kicked off the whole story.

I picked this kiss because it was finally truly mutual. The way they looked at each other as Kitae leaned in and then their lips touched. You could feel that whole history between them. It was clearly a kiss they had both been waiting to have for all those years.

Achi and Karan (Cherry Magic Thailand)

No secret that I love all of Achi and Karan's kisses in the Thai drama. In this scene it wasn't the line of dialog that punctuated the emotional intensity, but the wordless nod Achi gave as he confirmed he also wanted to be with Karan this way. I picked this kiss in particular because I LOVE how when Karan pulls up to check on him, Achi moves with him and chases the kiss. Excellent work by the both of them. They put such intense emotion in this scene and showed how they were both exactly where they wanted to be in that moment.

tagging @stickers-on-a-laptop @dimplesandfierceeyes @dancing-out-in-space because I think you still have done some games but no pressure at all

[wonijin]

HOTSHOT (R U NEXT/READER)

survival shows are hard as it is. why must you make it more complicated for yourself and entangle intense feelings with vulnerable emotions. but it wasn't your fault, they fell prey to you one by one, all by themselves. maybe you weren't the fool in this mess after all.

TAGS: 3.3k words. series. chapter one. mostly fluff and angst with a little spiciness. reader is very gay and get girls left and right. "everybody falls for y/n" type of fic. reader is also a walking red flag.

WARNINGS: the setting is a survival show so its bound to have kinda depressing themes.

“when will we have female idols as special coaches. i’ll be so motivated if somebody like newjeans minji coaches me,” you voiced as you plop down at the staircase.

the trainees assume their places at the foot of the staircase forming three rows. it was only a matter of time until you get called one by one to come through the orange curtain and pick; vocal or dance.

you sit between jiwoo and jeemin. the latter intertwining your arms, as she lights the room up with her smile. both of them looking at you as you confess your wishful thoughts.

“why would you want someone pretty when you already have me,” jiwoo asks, sending her sharp gaze to you. she raise an eyebrow and you look away, swallowing your saliva.

these kinds of comments from her were nothing new. you should’ve been used to it by now but you find yourself loss for words each time. she’s always been the type to blurt out these kind of comments without thinking of the implication. maybe she does and she just fakes innocence to not deal with the consequences.

before you could rack your malfunctioning brain for a verbal reply, jeemin saved you the trouble and changed the topic. “what will you guys pick? i’m leaning towards dance.”

“you’ll do great in dance. for me, i’m gonna be safe and pick vocal,” jiwoo answered. “what about you?” she added, looping her arms around yours. the sudden proximity would’ve been fine any other time but her remark earlier kept you on your toes.

“me? i don’t really have much of a choice, you know,” you say, pointing to your grey badge with a huge silver “L”. low levels don’t get to choose, they only get the higher level trainees’ leftovers. cruel but you were confident in your abilities to stay afloat whichever category landed at your feet.

“you’re so dramatic. there’s only two options, im sure you’ll get to choose,” jiwoo reassures you after giggling at your antics.

“choose dance so we can be on the same team,” jeemin clutch your arms tighter and starts to shake it lightly as if it would persuade you.

“or i could end up competing against you. no, thank you,” you pull your away from her grasp only to reconnect your hands together.

jeemin pouts in return and your stomach clench looking at her. somewhere deep inside you had the urge to kiss it away. which you find weird because why would you want to kiss your friend. yes, she’s cute. but why would you want to do that. friends don’t do that.

before you get swallowed by your thoughts you hear jeemin’s name get called. it was time for her to choose. she gave your hand one last squeeze before bidding both you and jiwoo good lucks and good byes.

“choose vocals,” jiwoo whispers next to you after a few seconds.

jiwoo is always the type to be assertive but never aggressive. she’ll always be commanding but leave just enough room for you to pull away if you want to. but you don’t think you ever will. you like that side of her. and its son jiwoo, only fools dare to refuse her.

“i don’t know, maybe,” you whisper back playfully, keeping your head faced forward while you still feel jiwoo’s gaze on the side of your head.

jiwoo scooches closer and nudges her head onto your shoulder. to the untrained eye, it must’ve looked like jiwoo’s just clinging onto you. well, its technically right but something in you screams that its not just simple ‘clinginess’. “come on. wouldn’t you like to be teams with me? it’ll be fun.”

you would’ve answered. although, you didn’t know what but you would’ve blurted out. but before you could open your mouth, jiwoo’s name echoed throughout the lobby. saved by the bell, again.

“well, i’ll see you on the same team,” she flashes a smile before walking away.

waiting patiently for your turn, you chat idly with the other trainees to pass the time.

you pull the orange curtain back to reveal the girls in lines. jeemin’s eyes caught yours and give her a smile. the girl in front of her, jihyun, noticed the interaction and waved. you mimicked before walking toward the board containing different stickers. two for dance and vocal each. one of the two vocal badges was for a leader position.

you look behind you to see who’re the other leaders. almost immediately, your scanning gaze locked onto jiwoo’s, as if she was waiting for you to turn around just so she can meet your eyes.

the eye contact lasted for a split second before you turned around and grab the vocal position. the normal one, without the leader position.

jiwoo stands in front with yunah and jeongeun next to her. on her farthest left is yewon, another leader.

you stand in a line together with the other trainees who chose the same category as you, waiting for your name to get called by either of the two. beside you is wonhee and seoyeon. suddenly, anxiousness plagues your insides as you realize you’d be either in the same team as them or end up competing against them.

“so, jiwoo its your turn to pick next. who will it be?”

your eyes avoided jiwoo. you were afraid that desperation would be seen as plain as day on your face and holding eye contact with her would solidify that.

so you turn your attention to the person in front of you. which happened to be minju. her face morphs into confusion at your sudden focus in her. you only smile and minju furrows her eyes in turn. the action only made your smile wider, ‘how cute’.

“y/n.”

jiwoo’s voice broke both you and minju out of your trance. and it took you a second to understand that jiwoo wants you on her team. you look back at jiwoo to meet her unreadable face, her gaze going from minju to you.

“you looked worried there for a second,” yunah teases you as soon as you joined her and jeongeun, putting her arm around your shoulder comfortably.

“as if we’d pass up the chance to be with you,” she adds as she pinches your cheeks with her free hand.

“although, it looked to me you wanted to be with minju more” jeongeun added, joining in and putting her arms around you as well. while her other arm punches your stomach lightly.

“shut up,” you say, laughing at their teasing.

it has been a few days since practice started and your group has been going through some hiccups. well, its mostly yunah.

“yunah, you can tell me whats wrong. im here for you,” jiwoo’s words were nothing but soft and comforting. you were about to reach your friend when jiwoo’s eyes flicker to yours. ‘i’ll handle this.’

jeongeun and wonhee had already moved out to their own corner to continue practicing. you refused to leave yunah alone but jiwoo’s hard stare says all you need to know.

let the leader do her thing.

so, you distance yourself from the pair and roam your eyes around the practice room to look for something to do. you could use the time to practice, yes. but you’re sure that you would bury yourself six feet under the ground if you hear the song one more time.

the empty water dispenser gleamed at your search, the perfect opportunity to do something different. you walked towards it, detached the empty gallon and put it over your shoulder.

you left the practice room, heading to the cafeteria where they store the refills.

that is when hyewon saw your silhoutte from outside their practice room and called out your name. “y/n! what are you doing?”

“im getting refills,” you enter their practice room with ease, “bang!” blaring through the speakers yet nobody was really practicing. they were all doing their own thing, scattered across the vast room.

“great timing!” hyewon exclaims as she walks towards their own water dispenser. just like the one in your practice room, it was empty of any water.

“here! fill ours too,” she smiles at you brightly, her eyes twinkling in mischief. suddenly, her soft hands grips yours, the thin veil of sweat clinging on to you. she opens your palms and put the neck of the gallon there.

“what? no! you fill it up! its yours!” you exclaims as you take her hands and forcefully shove the gallon back in her grasps.

“come on. do me a little favor, won’t y-”

a cough intervenes hyewon’s pleading and forceful words. you turn around to see youngseo, who’s already boring her fiery eyes through your soul. then, her eyes travels to you and hyewon’s intertwined hands.

just like opposite magnets, both of you retreated your hands quickly causing the gallon to fall into the floor with a thud. you and hyewon both wince at the sound but youngseo however did not flinch.

instead, her gaze remained hot towards you. “i’ll be coming with you,” she says softly with her underlying firmness. her voice was always like that, sweet and subtly strong.

how you missed it. when was the last time she addressed you directly again?

“you don’t have to, i’ll be fine alone,” you convince her. it has been a long time since you both spoke to each other. truthfully, you weren’t ready to face her yet. its been too long and you have forgotten what being around her is like.

“no. i want to,” her firmness surfaced through her small voice. you decide that its really not up for debate. when youngseo has made up her mind, it’ll be hard to break her resolve. what youngseo wants, youngseo gets.

maybe remembering the feelibg of her company isn’t bad at all.

you watch as she picks up the gallon from the floor and head towards the door, you follow her until you were both walking in the hallway, side by side.

youngseo didn’t talk. as much as you wanted for her to say something, you knew she wouldn’t open her mouth unless it was to reply to something you said. or so you thought.

“how’s practice coming along?” her question puts an end to your thoughts. if you weren’t surprised by her accompanying you before, you were now that she was actually speaking to you.

“we’re…” you paused, thinking of the right words. choosing the right words carefully, you didn’t want to come across as overconfident. “we’re moving along, i guess”

you see her nod lightly in you peripheral vision. your eyes find the floor. there was so much you both needed to talk about. yet you were talking about practice.

“im happy you chose the vocal team. the world needs to hear your voice more,” youngseo’s voice flew like water against the air, natural and unwavering.

you snapped your head towards her and she turn hers just in time to catch the surprise look in yours, like she knew you were going to look at her.

it was the first time you’ve actually held eye contact after a long time. you drink in the familiarity you’ve lost and among it are a thousand words you can’t decipher. something flicker in her face before she breaks the stare.

“yeah, i just feel like i’ve been branding myself too much to dance lately,” you say, knowing it would end the conversation. a test to see if youngseo will surprise you again and start a new one.

but she didn’t. and the whole walk continued in awkward silence. so many unsaid words hanging in the air, the burden getting heavier each step closer to her practice room.

‘look, how about we just forget everything and start over?’

'we both know it won't work'

the past looms over both of you like dark shadows and you both know it. yet, youngseo did make any move to open the skeleton in your shared closet.

'let's talk, youngseo. you can’t keep ignoring me forever’

‘im sorry, i just need more time’

she’s ignoring it so why shouldn’t you. if someone’s going to peel the scab, it wouldn’t be you. you already did your part. a long time ago.

'i need space.'

‘you already got your space, youngseo. what about me? it's been months. if you've found peace then let me find mine!'

before you knew it, the door to her practice room is in sight. a part of you felt relieved to finally be free from her presence, while another part was longing to be with her a little longer.

youngseo stands beside it, holding the doorknob with one hand. she smiles at you sweetly. then waves at you lightly, “i’ll see you soon! good luck on your practice!”

the thoughts come pouring in as the door shuts in front of you. she was gone like she had never been there. you would’ve wondered if the last few moments were real if it weren’t for her voice replaying vividly on your mind. just like a melody you can’t get enough of.

just like that, you find yourself getting stuck in her web. again.

the following days went by quickly. but youngseo never once left your mind. you know you shouldn’t think much of her actions, youngseo’s too unpredictable.

after everything, why now?

“are you even paying attention?” jeemin’s whines mixed with the song blasting through the speakers.

it was late into the night and you decided to stay back with the tall girl to help polish her moves. you thought her moves were perfect the first time she showed it to you. and by the nth time, your mind can’t help but drift.

jeemin couldn’t believe it when you agreed after all the stage is coming up soon, there’s no time to loiter around. but she didn't have to know that you can never refuse her.

“are you okay? we can go home if you’re tired.” jeemin’s offer sounded sweet, she’s as nice as ever. but you witness the fire burning in her eyes, begging for her passion to translate into her performance. you knew it will never be extinguished completely, she was born to be a performer. so you let it burn you a little more.

“im fine, don’t worry about me and carry on,” you gesture for her to continue. and she restarts the song all over again. this time, you poured her all of your attention.

it was a wonder how your mind sailed before when jeemin is tight in front of you. her performance was impeccable as ever, the hard work and talent prominent in every sway and stroke.

“you’re off to space again,” jeemin narrows her eyes down at you playfully. her raspy voice was a blessing and her smile was godsend. an angel looks down at you.

“i wasn’t this time! i swear! i was just mesmerized.” your hands flew up in defense as you stand up to join her in front of the mirror.

“stop lying!” she smacks your arm lightly, her laugh gracing the whole room. you were glad nobody else was in the room, it made the privilege of making her laugh sweeter.

“fine then. if you were actually paying attention, at least give me some feedback.” your heart leaped at the sight of her crossing her arms.

“you were perfect!” jeemin let out a big sigh. as much as jeemin likes being praised, she needs actual feedback. something she can work with for these next few days leading to the stage.

“give me something more specific,” jeemin rolls her eyes lightly. but even then her cheeks stay up and her smile never faltered.

“well,” you think for a bit. “i liked how you start of the song. it really set the mood for the song.”

in front of you, jeemin’s pink turn a bright shade of pink.

“i think you also killed the omona part. you’re naturally cute so plus points for that. and then this move,” you didn’t know the name of the move so you demonstrate it to her.

jeemin bursts out laughing at your attempt. your awkward movements reflecting wholly through the mirror and you follow after jeemin, throwing your head back. “stop laughing, im not that bad.”

but jeemin continued giggling and so did you. the joyful sounds filling the entire space and drowning the faint sounds of the speakers.

you calm down after a few seconds but one look from each other sent you both into another spiral again. soon, both of you were lying on the floor, clutching your stomachs.

“ah- my stomach hurts from laughing so much.” jeemin blurts out between breaths and gasps.

“who said we’re done yet? you just made fun of my dancing.” you hands flew to her sides before she can fully comprehend what you said. another round of laughter echoes throughout the room as you tickle jeemin mercilessly.

somehow, she managed to get free from your grasp and now a tall baby is chasing you around the practice room.

jeemin catches your arm and pulled you to her, lightly but it was enough for your bodies to collide. she uses the momentum to turn your back to the wall, effectively locking you.

“got you,” she smiles brightly at you, a thousand watts on her lips.

the laughter comes to a gradual halt as silence blankets the both of you. her grin turns into a soft smile and her eyes felt endearing against yours. you couldn’t look at her in anything but adoration.

you anticipated it would happen. in fact, you hoped for it. but it still caught you by surprise when her lips press against yours. soft and gentle just like everything about her.

you wanted to press harder, for it to last longer. but you were already living in a dream and a second longer would be asking for too much.

jeemin pulls away in haste. you would’ve dived in for one more if you hadn't seen the panic flashing across her features. she blinks once, twice until the haze in her eyes clears.

she remained stiff for a moment. she looks up at you and the look of regret she gives you haunt you even after weeks.

“im sorry, i shouldn’t have,” she whispers, pupils still blown wide.

reassurance was a the tip of your tongue but you held back. but what were you going to say? that its fine and to just forget it ever happened?

immediately your mind reverts back to youngseo for a split second. it didn’t turn out well when you said that to her so what good would it do to say it to jeemin?

jeemin looks at your face, trying to make sense of your incomprehensible expression just to take a peak at your thoughts.

but each moment felt eternity to jeemin. and trepidation sets in her veins deeper and deeper until it roots and sprouts into anxiety. all while you weren’t aware of the consequences your silence had brought to her.

“jeemin-”

before you can finish, she was already out of door. from the practice room, you hear the echo of her dashing footsteps. as it died down, you were left wondering if you just let history repeat itself.

another friendship broken in the name of fleeting romance. but will this time be worth it?

[a-casual-kpopfan]

CCDI-0401 : Chuu

A/N: Consider this as a thank you because recently I just hit 1500+ followers! Please enjoy!

“Do I really need to join you for this episode Jiwoo?” You ask your girlfriend Kim Jiwoo as she’s dragging you inside a studio for a shooting of ChuuCanDoit. “Yes oppa! Trust me, you’ll like this episode!” You roll your eyes as it’s late in the afternoon, you were really hoping to get some barbecue tonight.

As you enter the studio, you did notice that Jiwoo is wearing quite a long trench coat. It’s not raining and it’s not cold enough for this kind of attire, what could she be up to?

“Jiwoo-ah, what’s with the get up? Are you going to interrogate someone?” You chuckle as Jiwoo just looks back at you with her usual big smile. “It’s a surprise!” You didn’t know what to feel, whether to be terrified what might come next or feel excited.

“And we’re here!” Jiwoo pushes open the door leading to an open dance studio, but something has caught your eye. You would never imagine in a million years that this is what Jiwoo would be doing.

Pole dancing.

“Jiwoo, I thought this season is about… Exercising?” Jiwoo walks to the wall with a coat hanger and looks over at you with a smirk. “It is! A lot of core exercises!” Jiwoo then pulls off her coat exposing her body, wearing only a bright blue yoga short and a tight white Adidas tank top. Her pale skin is at its maximum exposure, you don’t even think Jiwoo is wearing a bra under the tank top.

“J-J-Jiwoo?” You were flabbergasted, astonished, and, shocked. You lost all thoughts, your mind came to a blank, lost as ever when Jiwoo started walking towards you. You watched as each step she took, the more her white, thick and milky thighs would jiggle, ever since leaving BBC and working out more for CCDI, Jiwoo has been looking much healthier, much tastier.

The closer she got, the better look you get. You can confirm that Jiwoo is definitely not wearing… Breast support as her cute little titties are bouncing freely underneath her top. Now being so fixated on her chest, you notice her nipples are started to erect do to being exposed to colder air than being warm underneath her jacket.

“Hey! My eyes are up here!” Jiwoo points to her eyes with one hand, then taking the tripod bag off you with her other hand, with of course her large smile. “What are you up to?” Jiwoo opens the bag to stand a tripod up and attaching a single camera that Jiwoo carried with her. “I told you, it’s to record a special episode of ChuuCanDoIt!”

You shrug as you take your jacket off and hang it up next to hers, then finding somewhere to sit but only to find there’s a single seat in the room and that’s generally behind the camera, the best view to watch Jiwoo as she can make eye contact with you.

Jiwoo walks over to the windows and undo the blinds, covering the view outside and to keep the following event inside for you and your eyes only. The one smiling and happy peach, the Jiwoo that the world knows as Chuu, has completely changed. “Time for our lesson.” Jiwoo slowly walks towards the pole with a smirk, keeping eye contact with you.

You swallowed all the saliva that was pooled in your mouth, ever so often you see Jiwoo act like this, and it never fails to make you salivate. “Now let’s get started on some of the basics. I saw this online while researching.” Jiwoo then grabs the pole a feet inches taller than her height, then slight hopping up for her leg to wrap around it so she could hold herself up.

“Oppa! Look! I’m on a pole!” Jiwoo giggles as she starts spinning herself around the pole. You couldn’t help yourself but chuckle at her excitement, but that changed like a flip of a switch. Jiwoo’s giggles have disappeared and became a focused although seductive glare. The now to be pole dancer has brought her other hand to the pole so now she’s fully faced at the pole.

You watch Jiwoo bring her other leg forward resulting in her leaning back, leaning quite back. Jiwoo’s back was facing you which in turn, the more she leans back, the more cleavage gets more exposed towards you. Jiwoo releases the pole from her leg’s grasp, and gently letting herself slip in towards the pole, making contact with the lips in between her thighs.

“Ahhh…”

The coldness of the pole has made contact making Jiwoo a smidge sensitive, while you also start becoming “sensitive.” Jiwoo tightens her grip around the pole with her thighs, her squeals grow louder the more she rubs herself around the pole.

You feel your pants starting to tighten up, oh how you want to pin Jiwoo to the floor right now and ruin her tight pussy, but instead you sat there quietly trying to hold yourself. “Wooo, I’m getting dizzy.” You can see Jiwoo loosen her grip around the pole in between her thighs, she starts sliding down, slowly.

Very slowly.

“Mmmmmm… Ahh…” You can see the pole where Jiwoo was holding herself to is glistening a little more than before. “Oo… It seems I glazed the pole…” You watched her slowly land on the floor; she slowly pulls one of her hands away to see that she’s touched the sticky residue. “Oh, it’s become sticky.” She says while spreading her fingers slowly to watch the residue spread in between.

“I wonder…” To your surprise, Jiwoo slips in her index finger in her mouth, sucking on it and making a small popping noise once she pulls out of her mouth. “That was good, do you want to see me try more?” Jiwoo directs her eyes towards you with a little smirk, while her finger is being slightly bitten between her teeth.

You nod your head to let Jiwoo know that you want her to continue, and so, she does. “I need more flavour.” Jiwoo then brings her hand down to an emerging wet spot of her shorts, she moans at the slightest touch from herself, if it were you, she would be on the table already getting her ass blasted.

Jiwoo digs in a little, trying to scoop up more of the juices out of her now juicing pussy. “Ahhh... I hope I’m getting a lot…” Jiwoo then sucks on her middle and ring fingers, as those were the main fingers she used. You then started biting your bottom lip, getting quite anxious as you don’t know if you can pull your pants down and start stroking.

“Are you getting horny oppa?” Jiwoo then lays back on the floor, raising both her knees up, feet planted on the floor. “Take off your pants.” Jiwoo commands you before she started massaging her small breast through that thin tank top she decided to wear today, you guess that’s why Jiwoo isn’t wearing a bra.

Convenience.

With question or retorts, you pull your pants and underwear together in one go, flinging your manhood out in the brisk air of the room. “Aw, yeah… That’s right…” Jiwoo proceeds to lift her shirt up, exposing one of her boobs, all for the camera in front to record. “Start stroking.” Her wish is your command.

You started stroking for the amusement of Jiwoo. The once innocent peach has changed to one that’s beginning to ripen and squirt it’s juices out, all for you to watch. The now horned up peach laying on the floor, is pinching her bare nipple, slowly rubbing her clothed folds along the pole that she’s still very much attached to.

Jiwoo’s moans grow stronger as she continued watching you stroke yourself, every minute or see to tell you to do it either faster or slower. You can see from her strokes along the pole is getting stronger, deeper even.

“Fuck… Ah… Oppa, you look so- Ha- Hot…” Jiwoo adds her free hand, rubbing her clit still outside of her shorts, it has come to your attention she isn’t wearing underwear either. “Ah, yes! Yes! There!” Jiwoo stimulating herself from her clit and the pole at the same time, pinching her nipple harder than ever.

And in one loud scream, the small wet stain in between her thighs has now made her short in a giant piece of wet fabric. “Ah fuck… That was… Great…” Jiwoo’s body now rests on the floor with her lower half in a pool of her liquids. You were still hard as a rock, stroking yourself to the mess on the floor.

“I don’t think that was- Ha- Enough for an episode.” Jiwoo catches her breathe for a moment before sitting up, moving away from the pole for a second. “Let’s make this easier now.” She stands up, grabbing the hem of her shorts to only pull them down and get thrown to the side. “It’s laundry day anyways.”

You watched the shorts hit the floor; a loud wet slap was all that was heard from the drenched pair of shorts. You move your sights back to Jiwoo who’s now on all fours, moving back up into the pole. “Is she really going back to masturbating on the pole?” Is what you thought before her now expose pussy lips make contact with the assuming cold metal.

You watch Jiwoo bring her peach up in the air, the folds in between her legs, her thighs, envelop part of the pole. There were signs of hunger in her that you never seen before, a level of horniess that never had been reached before, a whole new version of Jiwoo that no one outside of you would never ever see.

Jiwoo’s face falls on the floor, pleasure can be seen from the expressions on her face, she’s enjoying this just as much as you are. Her face turns into a beet red, you can feel the room warming up with all the heat coming off of Jiwoo. You continue stroking for Jiwoo to watch as she started to stimulate her clit while feeling herself onto the pole and the other hand grabbing her left breast, massaging it and rubbing her nipples.

“Oh, fuck Wooming.”

You felt a sudden urge in yourself watching Jiwoo make herself in a hot fucking mess on the floor, but you felt like something was missing. “What’s wrong oppa?” Jiwoo stopped her actions, slowly moving away from the pole. You were confused why she’s stopped, but Jiwoo slowly approaches you on all fours with a smirk on her face.

“I bet you need help, you can’t do it by yourself.” Jiwoo’s voice was low, stimulating and in a sultry tone that you don’t hear so often. “Does baby need help?” She asks as she crawls in front of you, now her arms on top of your lap, resting her head on her arms as she stares and holds onto your cock.

“It looks so good… It feels so hard… I wonder how it’ll feel inside me.” Jiwoo’s expression changed from wondering to a large smile. “Tell me, does baby need help?” She begins to stroke your cock for you, waiting for your reply. “I need help Wooming.” But she doesn’t do anything, just continuing slowly, long strokes. “What was that?”

“Baby needs help.”

And with that, Jiwoo acts. She straightens herself up and places both hands on each of your thighs, leaning closer to your crotch, kissing your little head then spitting on it. “Let me take care of baby.” A smirk is seen on her face while she rubs her mouth made lubricant around your forever erected cock, but that smirk goes away in a snap of a finger due to Jiwoo swallowing up your piece in her mouth.

Your moan reaches an all time high, never had Jiwoo ever deep throated you before. It turns you on harder and harder hearing Jiwoo gagging due to you inside of her mouth, in a moment she pulls out to take a breath but goes immediately back in, sucking you off the best she can. Her tongue making laps around and around the tip of the head.

Her hand jerking you off while you’re still inside her mouth. You felt a sensation coming, a familiar feeling, you were going to bust.

“Jiwoo! I’m going to-”

Jiwoo stops and let’s go, stopping the process of the nut. “What the fuck!? Jiwoo, why?!” You were mad, confused, you felt like you got the biggest blue ball ever until…

Jiwoo is back on all fours, ass facing you and a pleading face looking back at you.

“Can baby fuck me?”