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atzjieun · 2 months ago

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hanging by a thread

summary | jieun’s emotions reach their boiling point when wooyoung refuses to talk

circa | august 4, 2024

contains | 3.3k words, angst, swearing, wooyoung is kinda an asshole, supportive bestie jongho

notes | the jiwoo fight that everyone’s been waiting for is finally here !!

Jieun had always been an observant person.

It was both a blessing and a curse. While it allowed her to pick up on things that others sometimes didn’t, as well as made her really good at finding birthday presents, there were times when she found herself looking into things too much. Her mind had a tendency to look for problems that weren’t there, something she’d been working on for years but still occasionally struggled with.

Hence why she didn’t originally question it when Wooyoung began avoiding her. It was subtle at first, with him declining when she’d offered to go out together or being disengaged in their conversations. Although she’d immediately noticed the slight shift in his demeanor, it was dismissed as simple fatigue from the tour. Given a couple days, they’d be back to talking as usual and the whole thing would be something she’d laugh about later on, knowing she’d just overanalyzed the situation.

However, days turned into weeks and Jieun saw no change in his behaviour. If anything, it had only grown worse as their tour continued. They saw each other nearly 24 hours a day, 23 of which Wooyoung spent ignoring her. She’d notice how he’d walk over to the opposite side from where she was standing on multiple occasions, and whether it be through sheer coincidence or him purposefully avoiding her, they always ended up on opposite sides of the stage.

She tried talking to him on multiple occasions, subtly at first, with simple questions about how he’d slept or how he was feeling that day. She asked if anything was bothering him, trying her best to let him know that she was there for him through whatever he was clearly dealing with. Though every time, her concerns were met with quick, dismissive replies that did nothing to relieve the growing fear in her stomach.

Still, despite his treatment of her, she couldn’t help but worry, which was how Jieun found herself standing outside his hotel room at 11 at night. The hallway was eerily quiet as she waited in front of the door, dressed in only her pajamas that ironically included one of Wooyoung’s sweaters.

Taking in a deep breath, Jieun raised her arm and knocked against the door. She just hoped he wouldn’t recognize her specific knock pattern and ignore her.

After a few seconds of waiting, she heard the click of the lock followed by the door slowly cracking open. Wooyoung’s figure appeared in the small gap, dressed in his own pyjamas, his hair still wet.

“What?” he asked with an impatience that made her heart lurch.

Jieun took in a deep breath as she gripped the sleeve of her hoodie. “We need to talk.”

“We’re talking right now, aren’t we?”

“Not like this.” After staring at her for a moment, Wooyoung suddenly closed the door. She waited anxiously, though to her relief he reopened the door a second later after unhooking the latch, holding it open wide enough for her to walk in.

Jieun walked past him as he closed the door behind her, taking a few steps into his room before turning back to the boy. He watched her with a tired and disinterested expression, letting out a sigh as she crossed her arms. Jieun’s gaze lowered slightly, too afraid to meet his gaze.

“Wooyoung-oppa, what’s going on?”

He raised his eyebrows in silent questioning, only adding to her frustration.

“For weeks, you’ve been brushing me off and ignoring me, and I don’t know why.” Her tone of voice grew harsher as she spoke, causing Jieun to close her eyes and take a deep breath to calm herself down. After collecting herself, she spoke again. “I noticed you’ve been more distant lately and I’m worried about you, but it’s like I’m the only one you’re purposefully avoiding. Please, just tell me what’s wrong.”

When she was met by silence, Jieun opened her eyes and stared directly at the boy, their gazes meeting. It was the first time they’d looked at each other eye-to-eye in days, yet she’d never felt so invisible as she stood in front of him.

Wooyoung simply stood there with the same tired look he’d given her every other time he spared her a glance. She hated how she had become so accustomed to it.

“If I did something to hurt you, I’m sorry.” Jieun knew how pathetic she must have sounded, but she had no options left. “But please, I can’t make things right if I don’t know what I did wrong.”

Jieun waited, hoping he’d say something, anything, to ease her racing heart. If he had to tear her apart and explain every way she’d messed up, then so be it. She just needed something to pull her out of the complete darkness she’d been left in.

However, minutes passed with the two remaining silent, Jieun’s pleading gaze resting on the older boy as his own eyes moved away, staring off into the distance like he was tired of the conversation.

Eventually, she took in a deep breath, unclenching her hands. Her thumb ran over the shallow crescent-shaped marks that were left as her head lowered.

“I should probably go,” she mumbled, breaking the silence. “I’m going out with Hongjoong-oppa in the morning.”

Wooyoung immediately stepped to the side, not meeting her gaze even as Jieun made her way towards the door. She hesitated for a moment as she reached for the doorknob, hoping he’d do something to stop her from leaving, though no more words were exchanged.

Defeated, Jieun opened the door and walked out of his room, stuffing her hands into her pockets as she made her way back to her own.

Jongho was laying on his bed, absentmindedly watching a YouTube video that had popped up on his recommended feed, when Jieun walked into the room. He gave a quick greeting without looking up, though was met with silence as the younger girl didn’t respond. Instead, she walked right past him and immediately flopped onto her bed face-first, laying there unmoving.

“You good?” he asked amusingly, sparing the girl a quick glance.

Jieun let out a mix of a groan and a hum, remaining in her place. This caused Jongho to pause his video, fully turning his head in her direction.

“Jieun? Everything alright?”

When she didn’t respond, Jongho quickly pulled himself out of bed, placing his phone on the side table before making his way over to hers. He took a seat beside her, poking the girl in the shoulder.

“Are you dead?”

Jieun let out a sigh as she rolled over, looking up at him in defeat.

“What should I do if I think I pissed someone off and now they won’t talk to me, but I don’t know what I even did in the first place and they won’t tell me why they’ve been ignoring me for weeks?”

“Hold on, slow down a bit,” Jongho said, eyes widening. “First of all, who is it, and second, what’s going on?”

Jieun closed her eyes as her hands dragged down her face. “Wooyoung,” she said, shaking her head. “He’s been avoiding me for weeks and when I try confronting him, he just shuts me out.”

A small sigh escaped Jongho’s lips as he began to gently massage the girl’s shoulder in hopes of providing some comfort. He’d noticed the slight tension between the two a while ago, but chose to not get involved in hopes they’d be able to resolve things on their own. Upon seeing her deflated state, however, a part of him felt guilty for not stepping in sooner.

“Did you just try talking to him?” he asked carefully, despite knowing the likely answer.

“I did. I tried talking to him multiple times, and this time he wouldn’t even say anything.” Jieun suddenly sat up in bed and turned to the boy, the broken expression on her face tearing a piece of his heart out. “I feel like I’m going crazy. I don’t think I did anything wrong, but he won’t even tell me if I did or not. I just want things to be normal again but how am I supposed to do that when he won’t talk to me about anything?”

Jongho’s hands slowly reached out to take hers, rubbing calm, smooth circles as he met her gaze.

“Breathe, Jieun,” he said, not letting go of her hands. “Breathe with me. 1, 2, 3, 4-” Jongho took in a deep breath, which he held for four counts before slowly exhaling, nodding encouragingly as she copied his breathing pattern. “Good. Good job.”

Jieun continued to copy his breath pattern, her racing heart soon calming down while he continued rubbing circles on the back of her hand with his thumb. Only after she had calmed down did Jongho speak up again.

“Jieun, you’re not crazy,” he said firmly. “If I’m being honest, I don’t think you did anything wrong, but even if you did, it’s not fair of Wooyoung to just cut you off without giving a reason, especially when you’re still making efforts to talk to him.”

Jieun exhaled shakily. “I’m sorry,” she said, almost in shame, her head lowering. “I’m just…This is stressful. Everything.”

“And you’re completely valid for that.” One of his hands reached up to rest on her shoulder. “Anyone in your position would feel the same way, but it’s not your fault. This is on Wooyoung for not communicating like an adult.”

She nodded as she picked the skin around her nails, pausing for a couple moments before looking up at him.

“What should I do?”

Jongho’s mouth tightened into a straight line, carefully thinking of what to say.

“Honestly, I think you just have to leave him on his own at this point,” he eventually answered, a sigh escaping his lips. “As much as it sucks, it’s clear that he’s not going to open up any time soon. You know how stubborn Wooyoung can be.”

This caused a faint smile to spread across her face, though it quickly disappeared as worry clouded her expression.

“I want to be there for him though,” she whispered. “If he’s going through something, then-”

“Eun-ah,” Jongho cut her off, taking both her hands in his once more. He looked her in the eye. “Wooyoung’s emotions are not your sole responsibility. He’s old enough to communicate his emotions like an adult.”

Another silence fell upon the two as Jieun considered his words. Logically, she knew he was right, but that didn’t stop the ache in her heart and the feeling of helplessness she couldn’t shake off.

Jongho placed a hand on her knee and squeezed. “You should get to sleep soon. Aren’t you going out with Hongjoong-hyung in the morning?” he asked. Jieun gave a small, hesitant nod, her conflicted gaze not going unnoticed by the older boy. He tilted his head. “Want me to sing you to sleep?”

She hesitated for a moment, about to decline when Jongho patted the pillow behind her. Jieun cracked a small smile as she laid down, pulling the covers over her body as Jongho moved to sit slightly closer.

Gently, he reached over and began combing his fingers through her hair, his soft voice filling the room. He sat there for a while, going through the countless songs he had engraved in his heart as Jieun’s breath slowly stabilized.

After ensuring that she was fully asleep, Jongho, as carefully as he could, rose from the bed, keeping an eye on her the whole time to make sure she didn’t wake up. Without taking his eyes off her, he began backing up from the bed and slowly made his way towards the door. He grabbed his keycard before opening the door as quietly as possible, making sure to turn the light off before slipping out of the room.

Wooyoung felt like shit.

He hadn’t felt particularly great the last few days, but the interaction he’d just had with the group’s youngest member didn’t help. It was a conversation, if one could even call it that, he’d been dreading for a while, but found himself unable to say anything in front of her. After she left, he decided to take another shower despite having already washed up, hoping the hot water would help ease his mind, though it made no difference.

Wooyoung laid on his bed, staring up at the ceiling blankly, his body numb. Time slipped by unbeknownst to him, unable to focus on anything but the events that had just transpired.

It was only when a knock sounded at his door that Wooyoung was broken out of his thoughts. He raised his head and stared at the door, wondering if it was worth it to go and open it. Another knock sounded, though Wooyoung continued to just stare at the door blankly.

“Wooyoung, I know you’re awake.” To his surprise, Jongho’s muffled voice sounded from outside the room.

Begrudgingly, Wooyoung pushed himself off the bed and slowly made his way over to his door. A sigh escaped his lips as he unlocked it and pulled the door open, Jongho standing in front of him with a furious expression.

“What are you-?” Wooyoung asked, unable to finish his sentence as Jongho stormed into his room, pushing past the older without asking. He was barely able to process all that was happening before Jongho began his tirade.

“What is going on, Jung Wooyoung? And don’t try to bullshit your way out of this or whatever else you’ve been telling Jieun. Are you really that selfish? We’re on tour and you’re causing issues for the group.” Wooyoung stared at him with wide eyes, mouth left agape, but Jongho just scoffed as he shook his head. “I could tell something was off but I thought it wasn’t my place to say, but this is just ridiculous.”

If looks could kill, Jongho’s gaze would have put Wooyoung six feet under the moment he stepped into the room. He didn’t care if he was being disrespectful to his elder, any respect he had for the older was lost the moment Jieun told him the truth. Even now, Wooyoung’s lack of response and his eyes being glued to the floor only further pissed him off.

“Well? Aren’t you going to say something?” Jongho questioned. “Jieun’s distraught right now because you won’t talk to her, and you don’t even have the decency to tell her why.”

A silence fell over the two, Jongho’s eyes burning into Wooyoung’s head as the latter continued to stare at the ground. Eventually, he shook his head.

“I can’t.”

Jongho scoffed in disbelief. “You can’t what?”

“I can’t tell her,” Wooyoung said, his voice reduced to a whisper.

“And why not? You know how Jieun thinks sometimes and making her suffer like this is just cruel-”

“Because I like her!”

Jongho paused, blinking at the older with a startled expression.

“You…you what?”

Shaking his head, Wooyoung closed his eyes and took a deep breath, refusing to meet his gaze.

“Since when?” Jongho asked, his anger starting to subside as shock filled him.

“Since Oakland, maybe? I don’t know, it just…happened,” Wooyoung answered, shrugging. His head hung low, almost in shame. “I thought I could ignore it and it would go away, but it hasn’t. I can’t even look at her without thinking about how much I want to hold her and kiss her and-“

“Ok, I get it. That’s literally my sister, I don’t need details. Ew.” Jongho scrunched his nose, a disgusted look on his face.

“I’m so fucked!” Wooyoung covered his hands with his face, letting out a groan as he walked back over to his bed and plopped down face-first. “This is the worst thing I could’ve done. Especially now, when we’re in the middle of a tour.”

Jongho was left standing in shock as he tried to process all the new information he’d just received. He watched from afar for about a minute before slowly making his way over, and like deja vu, Jongho took a seat beside the distressed member.

Meanwhile, Wooyoung continued to lay there in a puddle of his own emotions, clearly overwhelmed. On one hand, it felt nice to finally get the secret he’d been keeping for weeks off his chest- he hadn’t even told San- but the weight of the secret sat heavy on his shoulders. The more he tried acting like things were fine, the heavier the weight became, and with the added guilt of how he’d been treating Jieun recently, Wooyoung felt as though he was being crushed.

After a while, Jongho placed a hand on the older’s shoulder, a sigh escaping his lips.

“Hyung, you don’t have to tell her how you feel if you’re not ready,” he said, voice calm and collected. “But you do have to go and apologize.” When a conflicted expression crossed Wooyoung’s face, Jongho frowned. “You caught feelings, it’s not the end of the world. But like you said, we’re in the middle of a tour, and this won’t be fun for anyone if you don’t at least try to fix some of the mess you’ve created.”

“I don’t know if I can,” Wooyoung whispered, shaking his head. “If she doesn’t hate me now, she probably will when she finds out.”

“Is it really that bad if you like her?” Jongho asked. “Like sure, she’s a little sister to me, but I can understand why. She’s smart, hardworking, talented, pretty- I can see why you would.”

Heat rushed to Wooyoung’s face as he peeked at the younger boy through his fingers, though glanced away a second later.

Jongho sighed. “Jieun wouldn’t hate you over something like this, and I doubt she’ll ever hate you, but… she’s worried. She wants to be there for you and for things to go back to how they used to be.”

Wooyoung dropped his hands from his face, staring up at the ceiling with a blank expression.

“They won’t. I can’t go back to how things were before.”

“Can you at least try?” Jongho nearly pleaded. “For Jieun’s sake?”

Another silence fell over the two as Wooyoung continued to stare ahead, expressionless. As much as he hated admitting it, Jongho was right, and so was Jieun. This wasn’t how he wanted to look back on the tour.

A sigh eventually left Wooyoung’s lips as he nodded.

“Ok, I’ll do it.”

Jongho gave a small, tight-lipped smile as he patted the boy’s leg. He stood up, waiting for Wooyoung to bring himself to his feet before allowing himself to be escorted out of the room.

“I’ll talk to her tomorrow,” Wooyoung promised as he opened the door.

Jongho nodded. “She’s going out with Hongjoong-hyung in the morning, but she should be back by the afternoon.” He looked back over his shoulder, giving Wooyoung one final pat on the shoulder. “Good luck, soldier.”

Wooyoung rolled his eyes, shooing Jongho out of his room before closing the door behind him and locking it. Sighing, he turned around and made his way back to his own bed, allowing himself to be engulfed by the cold sheets. He reached over to the bedside table where his phone laid, quickly grabbing and unlocking it before scrolling through his messages. He opened his text conversation with Jieun, the last message sent being something she’d asked him about, though he’d never responded.

Wooyoung’s fingers hovered over the keyboard, slowly typing out a message.

Me: hey, what time will you be back tomorrow?

He shook his head, spamming the backspace button to delete the message. After a few more attempts at writing something he was satisfied with, Wooyoung accepted defeat and turned his phone off. He placed it back on the bedside table before pulling his covers up over his shoulders.

He decided he’d text her the next day. Only now, it would be him waiting for her response, and even though he didn’t deserve it, he really hoped she would.

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a/n: this is part one to the jiwoo incident 🫠 i'll try to get part 2 out as soon as i can

#jieun.story #jiwoo #9th member of ateez #ateez 9th member #ateez addition #fake kpop idol #kpop oc #fictional kpop idol #fictional kpop oc #kpop addition #ateez oc #ateez imagines #ateez scenarios #fake kpop oc #kpop scenarios

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virtualsangel · 7 months ago

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˖ ࣪ . 🧸 ࿐ ♡ ˚ . "now," jiwoo's hands were in front of her, as if she was holding them up in a state of surrender. "can you just put the craft scissors down, i'm worried you'll fling them at me and they'll do some serious damage." eyes wide, it not registering with her that the shears were plastic and couldn't do any damage to her whatsoever. she pushed the dried pasta shells over to the other. "i wasn't hogging them, by the way. spaghetti makes for a nice barn." jiwoo said, looking down at her masterpiece of artwork, craft night between the pair being a hit. she knew it would be! / @travelexe

#jiwoo thread.#travelexe #lmk if this is ok!!

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honeylations · 1 year ago

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SON JIWOO x FEM!READER

Prompt: You attend a party in celebration of exams ending, only to find your crush being cornered by her ex boyfriend

Warnings/Notes: uni au, drinking, kissing, mentions of cheating, suggestive at the end

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“Chanelle! Y/n! Welcome to the party-“ Yeji interrupted herself upon seeing your outfit tonight. “Wohohoho look at you Kwon Y/n~ Is this really you?”

You rolled your eyes playfully, unable to hide the proud smile creeping your lips. Yeji was right though, you had decided to go all out with your look, wanting to impress everyone (more like SOMEONE) with your visuals.

“Nerdy architecture student Y/n?! No this is womaniser Y/n!!” Chanelle did jazz hands as if you were her successful experiment. Which is technically true.

Upon finding out your crush was going to be at this party, you cried to Chanelle on the phone about dressing you nicely like a doll. Of course, she was more than happy to help you despite the 3 hours it took of actually finding an outfit in your dull closet.

Chanelle was also right on the ‘nerdy architecture student’ title because every lecture, every brunch, every dinner, you stuck with the same purple Champion hoodie that Yunah got you for your birthday 3 years ago. The colour had faded and some threading came loose but you refused to wear anything else as you quoted: ‘I am attending a 2 hour lecture. Not a fashion show’.

Your friends tried to convince you by using Son Jiwoo, your campus crush, as an excuse to dress better but your buildings are on complete opposite sides of the University so what was the point? It didn’t matter.

Well now it did matter. You had your hair down for once, revealing the outgrown wolf cut that Ruka offered to trim and retouch, and Chanelle organised a simple black long sleeve button up and slacks to help scream ‘lesbian’.

She suggested for you to wear your contacts but you remembered doing that last time while being absolutely wasted and you ended up forgetting to remove them before you passed out in bed. Wasn’t a pleasant morning afterwards, having to deal with sore blood shot eyes for the week.

“You dressed her well, Chanelle. I feel so proud of our Y/n-ie!” Yeji fake cried before letting you fully step into the loud dorm. It was dark but the little neon lights allowed you to see just how many people were here, recognising a few from your classes.

“Jiwoo is in the kitchen if you’re wondering” Funa said in your ear, making you jump.

“Don’t sneak up on me like that!”

The girl laughed and ran her hands from your shoulders down to your arms. “Wow you look great. So pretty but so handsome, rawrrr!”

What you didn’t notice was Jiwoo eyeing you from the kitchen doorway, shooting daggers at Funa who’s hands could not leave your shoulders. Taking a sip from her red cup, she walked back into the kitchen for more liquor.

“Are you drunk? You’re very handsy” You chuckled at Funa.

She gave your shoulders one last squeeze. “You work out so well, I’m jealous. And no, I’m not drunk”

You shrugged at her. “Gotta stay in shape or else the ladies won’t love me”

“Ladies? You mean Jiwoo” She winked. “Get yourself a drink, Y/n. You deserve it after studying so hard”

You nodded and bid her a goodbye before making a beeline to the kitchen that had lights on, being better for you compared to the dark noisy living room. Chanelle was already on her 5th cup, having a good chat with Minju by the drinks table. They both noticed your presence.

“Hey Y/n! I didn’t even recognise you!” Minju beamed, eyeing you from head to toe.

“I’m gonna get that a lot tonight, huh?” You smirked and poured yourself some vodka and sprite.

“Let loose Y/n-ie! Our future architect deserves a reward” Chanelle winked your way, being enough of a reason for you to chug your drink and pouring a second round.

For the next half an hour, the effects of the alcohol got you more extroverted than you usually are, talking with classmates to talking with strangers, most of them being pretty med students that marked you as their eye candy. But they weren’t Jiwoo so you turned down any offers of taking things upstairs.

Being on your god knows how much cup, you were leaning your back against the counter while chatting with Ryujin about your childhood together when Yunjin appears with her hand around Chaewon’s waist.

“Hey there, architect” Yunjin grinned.

“Hey lovebirds, enjoying the party?” You asked with a smiling Ryujin.

“Better question is, how come you’re not making any moves on Jiwoo, huh? You’re dolled up like this and not expecting to get laid?” Chaewon tilted her head at you mockingly.

“I don’t just go up to someone like that, Chae” You laughed.

The three started a whole new conversation when you looked over Yunjin’s shoulder and saw the girl you’ve been thinking of getting cornered by a guy. You sighed and took another big gulp out of your red cup, turning around to pour another. Ryujin slapped your arm

“Slow down there, Kwon. You’re gonna kill yourself”

“What’s the point. Jiwoo’s getting talked to by some dude that could’ve been me” you grumbled, drinking your new pour with ease, going straight for another.

They all looked at where Jiwoo was, Yunjin frowning as she realised the situation. “Uh, doesn’t look like she’s into it actually. She looks uncomfortable”

Throwing your eyes back to your crush, you could see Yunjin was right. Jiwoo had her shoulders up with a disgusted look while the guy was trapping her between the wall and his body.

“Isn’t that Hwan?” (OC character) Chaewon questioned.

“Didn’t they break up two months ago? What could he possibly want?” Ryujin questioned next.

“Look away” You simply huffed and set your empty cup down before walking your way to the two students.

“This is gonna be so good” Yunjin smirked, Chaewon and Ryujin joining in as a small audience.

“I’m back now, baby. It can be us again” Hwan whispered into Jiwoo’s ear, kissing at her ear before he got pushed away by your hand.

“Ever heard of consent?” You hissed.

Jiwoo could finally breathe, holding onto the back of your shirt while she hid.

“And you are?”

You gulped and thought of the first response that came to mind. “Her girlfriend. Is there a problem?”

Jiwoo’s eyes widened, clutching your shirt tighter as her heart rate quickened. Being called her girlfriend was something she dreamt of for way too long.

“Cut the bullshit. She needs a real man and I’m the closest thing to that compared to you” He jabbed a finger at your shoulder.

You took a step closer, killing him with a deathly stare that Jiwoo nor anyone hasn’t seen before, causing an uncomfortable aura around you. “Having a 3 inch dick doesn’t make you a man, Hwan”

His eye twitched before trying to reach around to grab Jiwoo but you aggressively pushed his hand away and grabbed at his polo collar. “Don’t you fucking touch what’s not yours” You growled.

Jiwoo gasped and was quick to grab onto your shoulder, trying not to distract herself from the yummy muscles she was feeling. The touch made you look at her.

“Y/n baby, please don’t. He’s not worth it”

Releasing a heavy sigh, you pushed Hwan away with your eyes piercing angrily into his. You snapped out of it when you felt arms slide up your neck, making you face Jiwoo who held you close. “Please don’t hate me for this” She whispered, not letting you question it the moment her lips pushed into yours.

Instantly closing your eyes, your hands went around her exposed waist while kissing deeply back. You opened your eyes briefly to lock eyes with an embarrassed Hwan as you squeezed Jiwoo’s waist. The man cursed under his breath and left the party.

Jiwoo gently pulled away, fixing your glasses that got wonky from the kiss. Your hands never left each other. “I’m sorry, Y/n”

“Don’t be, please. Just felt the need to save you. Who was he anyways?”

“My ex. He’s insane, don’t worry so much about him” She sighed and ran her hands over your strong shoulders.

“May I ask what happened between you two?”

“Cheated on me, that’s all. I don’t care anyways since I’m here with you. I’ve wanted you for a while now, Y/n” she smiled.

You were about to melt from the blunt confession. “Same here. I didn’t even know you knew my name”

“I’m mutual friends with Chaewon. The moment I saw you, I had to ask her for every detail”

“Stalker much” you joked, letting her head rest against your chest.

She went on her tippy toes to give light kisses under your jaw, marking it with her red lipstick. “You look so fucking good tonight. You don’t understand how crazy you made me, Y/n”

“Oh believe me, I’ve been worse”

She then placed lipstick marks on your cheek to the rest of your face. “Glad you’re out of that same purple hoodie you always wear” She giggled.

You looked at her shocked. “Hey, don’t be mean. I love that hoodie because Yunah gifted it to me!”

“If I buy you a new hoodie can you let that purple one go for once?”

“If it’s from you, I don’t mind anything”

Jiwoo shook her head from your cheesy words.

“Well Miss Son Jiwoo, how about we change this fake girlfriend thing to something real?”

She looked up at you and bit her lower lip. “Hm. If you make me forget everything tonight, I’ll consider it”

You noticed the seductive tone in her voice, easily intertwining your hands and walking towards Yeji’s spare bedroom.

“WOOOH YOU GO Y/N!” Ryujin yelled.

“GET IT BABY!!” Yunjin screamed afterwards.

A/N: Yes finally wrote for mommy Jiwoo :p I can write a smut part if y’all want😭

#Son Jiwoo #gxg #wlw #r u next x reader #r u next #Son Jiwoo x reader

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shiloh-ia · 18 days ago

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How the Hell did he end up in that situation? Well, it all started with all the encouragements to go out, to be more sociable, to trust the others more. No Vigils would be after him there, nobody wanted to hurt him. Sure. Was he good with animals? He's an angel, he must be. Sure. Of course, they aren't lambs, but it couldn't be that bad, could it? Of course not. It's just a day, just watch over them. Sure.

But to Hell with it all, because nobody told him about untended trees that fall over pens and destroy the whole thing. Now, there he was, running like a madman to and fro, trying to catch blue and yellow piglets that were fleeing left and right.

"I have no fucking idea!" Shiloh spat in frustration as he was bringing back a bright red piggy that struggled in his arms and threatened to slip away at any given moment. At least he could make use of his wings (until he had them still) to fly over the fence and put the piglet back in the makeshift pen. However, as soon as he turned around, the angel saw one of the baby goats flying dangerously close towards the mall.

"Shit!" He exclaimed, flying toward the animal in the blink of an eye. Although he didn't mean to hurt the poor creatures, he had to grab the baby goat by the tail to make it stop before bringing it securely in his arms. Reasonably unhappy, the baby goat kept flapping its wings and hitting the angel against the cheek - well deserved.

"I save it and it slaps me in the face, demonic little thing!" Shiloh lamented as he placed the baby goat safely in the pen. "That's one less to catch. Christ! Who would've thought these things are so fast?! How's it going for you?"

running with the goats | jiwoo & shiloh

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pupphe-additions · 9 months ago

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✬Evie’s Relationship With NMIXX✬

Note: Evie calls NMIXX her babies and she adores all the members. She may not be super close to the younger girls but the love she has for them is very obvious anytime she is near them. Both Stay and NSWER joke that Evie is NMIXX’s mother. They will not be as detailed as the other groups but if you guys want I can update it in a couple weeks. In all honesty I'm still learning about NMIXX that's why they aren't as detailed but I love these girls sm so I had to include them now.

Evie x Haewon

Quote: “Friendship is the golden thread that ties the heart of all the world.” Dynamic: Rants, Listens

Haewon’s contact in Evie’s phone is “🎃Pumpkin🎃”

Haewon goes to Evie for advice a lot.

Evie enjoys hugging and playing with Haewon’s hair when they are able to see each other in person.

Evie calls Haewon “pumpkin” and “honey bear” a lot and prefers those nicknames for the younger girl.

Haewon has proudly admitted that Evie is her favorite stray kids member.

Evie x Lily

Note: You can read more about her dynamics and friendship moments with Lily here. I do not want to repeat points so anything included in that post will be exclusive to that one and vice versa.

Quote: “I do not see well without her. I do not hear as well without her. I do not feel as well without her. I would be better off without a hand or a leg than without my sister.” Dynamic: Soul Sisters

These two can sit on call for hours and not even realize any time has passed.

Content just sitting in silence doing their own things because just being in each other's presence is rewarding enough as is.

Evie enjoys rambling to Lily about her favorite games and anime and Lily always listens.

Evie enjoys teaching Lily about her games she plays.

Lily and Evie mainly speak in English together.

Evie x Sullyoon

Quote: “When the world is so complicated, the simple gift of friendship is within all of our hands.” Dynamic: The Sweetheart and The Scary Dog Privilege

Sullyoon’s contact in Evie’s phone is “🐰BunSull🐰”

These two are baking buddies. They always enjoy exchanging different sweets that they made when they get to meet up.

Evie is extremely protective of Sullyoon and would likely fight anyone who tried to hurt her in any way or who makes her cry.

Sullyoon enjoys when Lily and Evie have sleepovers because she gets to see Evie as Evie makes sure to visit with all of the girls before hanging out with Lily.

Sullyoon enjoys hugging and clinging to Evie whenever she is around.

Evie x BAE

Quote: “A friend is someone who gives you total freedom to be yourself.” Dynamic: The Extrovert and The Introvert

BAE’s contact in Evie’s phone is “🌻🐤SunChick🐤🌻”

Evie enjoys helping BAE with her English, she has stated it makes her feel like a teacher and it makes her feel useful.

These two are the least close of the group but Evie still adores her.

Evie and BAE often eat snacks when together.

They dance together sometimes.

Evie x Jiwoo

Quote: “A good friend is like a four-leaf clover: hard to find and lucky to have.” Dynamic: Family

Jiwoo’s contact in Evie’s phone is “🐶PupWoo🐶”

Evie has made a playlist specifically for Jiwoo. Jiiwoo will listen to it whenever she wants to feel energized as it has a lot of happy and fast beat songs on it.

Jiwoo has made perfume for Evie before, and Evie wears it on stage a lot.

Evie and Jiwoo are extremely close.

Jiwoo is the member that Evie is second closest to.

Jiwoo always takes whatever good advice Evie gives her and calls Evie her older sister.

Evie x Kyujin

Quote: “A sweet friendship is refreshing.” Dynamic: Mother Daughter

Kyujin’s contact name in Evie’s phone is “🐱Kitjin🐱”

Evie calls Kyujin her child and is overly protective of her.

Kyujin jokingly called Evie mom before and since then Evie has called Kyujin her child.

Evie is known to make Kyujin food when she is stressed.

Kyujin, Evie, and Lily all have a pair of matching pajamas.

When Kyujin has any problems she has a habit of going to Evie first to help figure out how she should go about solving them.

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lavenderbexlatte · 1 year ago

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day 4: blindfolds

kard 1.1k words gender neutral reader insert Reader x Jeon Jiwoo NSFW

🖤 warnings: vague dom/sub dynamics, biting/marking, absolutely no kink negotiation at all but it's cool 🖤

🎂 happy jiwoo day~

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She's a menace.

Some things never change, and Jiwoo's ability to throw you for a loop is one of those.

You inhale shakily as her long nails brush over the small of your back, a gentle touch. She might be standing behind you now. You really can't tell. You lost track of her ages ago.

"Still okay?"

Her deep voice is calm as ever, and you nod.

You'd come home from work late. Home to your apartment, but it's not rare to find her there without you, using her girlfriend privileges to their fullest. And tonight, that's exactly what she'd done.

You came home, and there she was, sitting on your couch. Still in her clothes from the day, baggy designer pants and a men's shirt that hangs so big, it looks like she stole it from someone twice her size (you have an idea of whom). Her face is bright and clear, makeup-free for once, and she's smiling.

"I got you something."

Admittedly, you'd stopped paying close attention to the goings-on when she kissed you, when she threaded those long nails into your hair, raked over your scalp.

Your clothes vanished, at some point. That's fine, though. You never mind putting on a show for her.

She teased you, loving gentle touches that only stoked your excitement. She complimented you until you were practically burning up with self-consciousness.

And then, somehow, you ended up like this.

"Traffic lights," she reminded you.

Her smile was small but victorious as she moved closer, and then...

Silky and lightweight, dark fabric.

The blindfold is luxurious, and comfortably snug without being too tight, but damn is it effective. It's big enough that you can't even see the hints of light coming in around the edges, can't really make out the folds of fabric right in front of your eyes.

You appreciated the reminder that you could safeword at any time (whoever transformed the traffic light colors into a baseline safeword system for forgetful and distractable people like you is a hero who you will never repay).

You also know that you have no intention of doing that.

"You should use your words."

"I'm okay," you say.

It's more of a croak, since you've been quiet for an inestimable amount of time.

Without your eyes, you're relying on your ears to track your girlfriend. She had slippers on for a while, the gentle shuffling of them against the floor serving as a great aid until she realized what you were doing and took them off.

You have to track her, because she's always on the move.

One side to the other, around you. A touch here, a kiss there. The tickle of her hair against the soft skin of your stomach as she leaned down and-

"How - how long?" you ask.

"How long what?"

She sounds way too amused.

You pout. "How much longer?"

Not that you want the game to stop, but you're sure that you're painting quite the picture right now.

Nude, in the center of the room, standing obediently. Feet shoulder-width apart. Hands clasped behind your back. The way that you should stand, if asked.

You're not supposed to touch her. You're definitely not allowed to see her. And of course, the anticipation is the point.

But you want her.

"How long do you think?" she asks.

You know what the right answer would be, if you wanted things to continue down this road. Get more extreme, really step into some roles. But you're tired, tonight. This is enough, as it is.

"Not too long."

Even to your own ears, your voice is small.

Jiwoo is a menace, but she's a menace who loves you.

She doesn't tease you anymore. She also doesn't make you do it by yourself, the way she might on another day, just to see your struggle without the use of one of your senses. No, tonight, she folds her hand into yours, and gently tugs until you take a step.

Two, three, four steps, and then her soft hands, the gentle press of her nails into your skin, as she guides you to sit. Your mattress creaks under you, a familiar and welcome kind of sound.

She has you lay down, too, on your back among your own pillows and bedcovers. It's gentle, and fond, and you can feel her oversized shirt and the ends of her hair as she leans down over you.

And then she bites you. On the shoulder.

Not hard. Not to hurt, of course. Not even to bruise. Just to switch it up. Just to hear the way that you gasp, like she knew you would, and to jolt back from the sudden warmth of her mouth, the dig of her teeth into the curve of your shoulder.

"Ow!" you protest, anyway.

"Oh, that didn't hurt," she says.

She's already licking a trail from the tingling spot where she'd taken a bite to the much more ticklish dip of your throat.

"Can I touch?" you ask.

You're a little desperate to get your hands on her, after all this time. Sure, being horizontal is a welcome reprieve from the tightness in your muscles from standing prettily for her, but still. She's the one having all the fun.

"If you can find me," she teases.

Her mouth disappears from your throat, the warmth of her gone from your side.

"Unfair."

"Nobody ever said I was fair," she replies.

Ugh. Her voice is across the room, now. You should've kept your mouth shut. She's a menace, after all.

You listen carefully, for a moment. There's a squeak of a door, rustling fabric, and a soft kind of clatter, like wood or plastic hitting together.

"Wrinkled already," she mutters.

She's hanging up your work clothes.

"Right now?!" you ask, desperation making you snap at her more than you usually would in this position.

"They're wrinkled already," she repeats, like that settles it.

"But what about-"

"I might even have to iron this."

She wouldn't dare.

Except she absolutely would. Having you wait here like this while she does chores or some shit. Blindfolded, knowing that if you give up on her game, she won't give you anything at all. Knowing that if you hold out, she'll fuck you up in the best way, like she does every time.

And the thing is, you're so fucking turned on.

You have been this whole time, only getting worse the longer she lets the anticipation grow. You know she can see it, exactly how badly you want her.

You're so wrapped up in the possibility that she's going to walk out and make the game extend indefinitely that you don't even notice she's approached you again until she touches you.

One hand tweaks your nipple, and her teeth sink into your other shoulder. Like she's just trying to make them match.

"How long do you think you can last?"

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jiwoomk · 1 year ago

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hi everyone! first let me start off by saying congratulations to the admins on the grand opening of magickai! i'm super excited to be among the first few apps/muses accepted tonight and can't wait to start writing with everyone!

i'm em {21+, she/her, central} and i play (obviously) kim jiwoo here! i'm still working on her pages such as the one for her background and her plots but i'll be getting to those either tonight or tomorrow for sure! until then i can at least give you her profile page with the few basics and even some info down below which will hopefully help a little with plotting/threading something out for now! i'm mostly available nights and weekends (my weekends consist of friday, saturday and sunday) though if you ever need to reach me feel free to hit me up on tumblr dm's, discord (available upon request) or twitter (upon request). for now, i'll be listing a few facts about jiwoo here to get us going, maybe even add in a few connection opportunities as well which will be labelled as so.

if you'd like to plot, feel free to even like this post and i'll come find you! i can't wait to get jiwoo out there and can't wait to start writing with all of you!!

jiwoo was sort of known as the 'black sheep' growing up in her family. her older brother was always the 'genius' of the family even when it came to getting his powers/companion, mastering his abilities a bit quicker than most.

because she was mostly pushed to the side, even more so when her brother would bring home awards/certificates from school, jiwoo was basically free to just do whatever she wanted while growing up. she didn't have to worry about really getting good grades (though she still did excel in her classes but never expected any sort of appraisal from her family), she would even often hang out with the 'wrong crew' while in middle and high school.

even though her brother was known as the 'favorite child', the two of them still were close. he would even do what he could to try and get jiwoo in the so-called spotlight, but his efforts never worked and their parents focused solely on him. jiwoo never once despised her brother because it wasn't really his fault that their parents preferred their son over their daughter. {open connection for an older brother | junior+}

it wasn't until she gained her powers that her parents finally gave some sort of acknowledgment of her existence, though it was only because they found out that she was able to manipulate curses. they were only worried that they would end up being cursed by their own daughter, but it was even more apparent that they wanted nothing to do with her, even more so when they were quick to 'ship her off' to jeju as soon as enrollment day came around.

after that day, not once did her family contact or visit her, nor did they invite her to family gatherings. the only way she found out that these events were even happening where from her older brother, though maybe due to their bond or his own reasons he never would attend these family gatherings. rather he would spend time with her, the two celebrating the holiday's together instead.

despite still having her brother around, especially since the two now attended the same school, jiwoo only used her parents' lack of love for her to help push her forward. she was determined to better her own skills, both magically and physically, and vowed that she would show them one day that they were wrong for the mistreatment that they gave her over the years.

jiwoo's weapon (or rather weapons) consists of dual pistols. one of the pistols is black while the other is a more white/silver, both with gold accents/trimming and different designs on both. at first she wasn't too sure about wielding around guns in a fight, but over a short time she grew used to the two pistols, so much so that she now frequently practices with them when she's alone.

there's only a select few that jiwoo willingly got close to/befriended over her time at the school so far, though when it comes to others she's not really someone to take the time to actually approach them. it could be because of how she grew up, getting used to just the loneliness and accepting it, though no one really knows what's going on inside of her head half of the time. {possible connection of friends + some enemies who think she's arrogant | open to anyone + multiple}

when jiwoo isn't busy working or practicing, she can mostly be found either gaming or taking photographs during her downtime. it's her way of relaxing and giving herself some time to clear her mind, even more when she's stressed or feeling 'down'.

jiwoo is very blunt with her own words, often times being a little too blunt and not realizing it until she's said something wrong, though she's also stubborn and will refuse to openly apologize. maybe you'll get a note later on with "i'm sorry" on it but who knows.

her fashion mostly consists of more comfortable/casual clothing, partially because of having to wear a uniform of sorts while bartending at her job.

she's the type who will defend those she cares for and is close to, basically she'll fight anyone who dares harm those she has an attachment to.

there's more to jiwoo here but i'll leave those small details to her pages (when i finish them) and plotting dm's!

#mk:intro #「 ✦ 𝐁𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬 ✦ 」 — ooc

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superzstars · 25 days ago

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╰ * "first off... chill," she mumbled. "i was in the studio and i didn't have my phone. i'm sure i told you the other day i'd be stuck in the studio all day."

a closed starter for @superzstars featuring lula.

"your phone went straight to voicemail. what's going on? i'm like — not someone you ignore, for the record. i'll just find you."

#╰ * KIM JIWOO : threads ⧽#╰ * KIM JIWOO : featuring lula ⧽#sunliights

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moonmoonpat · 1 year ago

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10 lines fic tag game

Taken from @kuroko99 <3

Rules: Pick any ten of your fics, scroll roughly to the midpoint, pick a line (or three), and share it. Then tag ten people.

A Thousand Lifetimes Away - [Lout of the Count's Family; Pygmalion & Galatea AU ]

It's a measure of an artist’s devotion to a dream, to an ambition. It's a sort of love letter, written to a craft. Rok Soo uncovers his masterpiece from the blank slate of a marble block and it comes to life beneath his fingertips. He reveals the curves of a smile, bright and joyous, the bend of an arm, strong with lean muscle. He uncovers the form of a dancer this time, alive even while frozen mid-step. There is power in their stance and a mesmerizing confidence in their expression.

2. Together we start (alone as we are) - [Lout of the Count's Family; Theseus and the Minotaur rewrite of sorts]

For Cale, forgiveness is a battle. A desperate inhale of air to his lungs. It's a struggle, difficult like the maze had been. He chases it like he had once desperately followed the delicate threads of string towards a path leading out of looming walls and perpetual darkness. Forgiveness is the blood thrumming inside his veins and the desperate plea for survival.

3. Starfire souls and their supernova counterparts - [Eleceed; character study of Jiwoo and Kayden]

Jiwoo is the aftermath of a dying star, something murky, flickering, and barely holding on. He’s been holding on for years now, since that day when he had sat on the floor of the play area, panting and confused, and his friends, and classmates had called him a monster.

4. slowly, slowly, our branches intertwine. - [Weak Hero; Suho x Sieun]

Sieun was a spot of unfazed calm, he just looked up at Sooho and had just bluntly reprimanded him for fighting in the class. Somewhere within those eyes, Sooho had not been seen as a threat, had not been deemed dangerous. It was addicting, being under that gaze, being examined by Sieun, being looked at like he was allowed to bring Sieun back to the present, back from the middle-distance-singularity onto which Sieun’s focus usually hovered. That feeling of cool silk poured off his form, a tangible gaze that studied him and then concluded. What was it that Sieun had seen in that moment? Did he hate it? Did he like it?

5. Give it back! - [See You, My King]

A pained mix of a yell and a sob caught in his throat, grief pouring over him like a waterfall. Within minutes of watching the statue crumble to dust; ending up here in the past and then passing out after being taken away with a stab wound- He had never really processed it all. Now, with the knowledge that his statue existed in the form of a tyrant who did not know him and had nearly killed him. The knowledge that he was trapped in the past and had no real way home. He couldn’t stop the tears from overflowing, his struggling limbs fell limp like a puppet with its strings cut. “Please, give him back” he sobbed, muffled against the ground.

6. reverence - [Psycho Revenge; Seongbin x Sejin; NSFW]

Seongbin shivered under the weight of that gaze, of the solemn vow and the intimacy of this moment. It was something beyond their bare skin or their proximity, something beyond the fact that Seongbin had willingly given up part of his mobility or that he had even allowed someone into his home. It was the certainty in Sejin’s eyes and the constancy of that promise. It was the fact that it was just them, no masks, no screens between them, just the scared, lonely kids they were deep down inside. The vow of someone promising to stay in the one way his family no longer could, long gone and merely memories lost to time. It was the fragile petals of hopeful irises and tentative affectionate zinnias blooming in his chest, their satin petals brushing against his lungs with every breath.

7. under the cover of your light - [Lout of the Count's Family; AlCale as Patrochillies] WIP

“My mother called me Roksu,” he says one day, voice hoarse from disuse. “She told me that it meant to always grow green, even in winter” Achilles is quiet for a long moment before he speaks. “Sometimes, my mother calls me Alberu” he offers, an unspoken olive branch. “It means power, I think.” and it’s an olive branch returned, it’s a start.

8. I don't want the sun to burn without you - [Lout of the Count's Family; Ancient Greek AU]

He will never understand the unmaking, the sacrifice it truly is to be mortal and yet love a god. He can't because he is not mortal. He is divine and that means he will never understand the satisfaction of a lifespan, the breadth of one's tree rings, and the records of your memory. He can't see the value of the fleeting because he has never been so.

9. I'm sorry that you have to have a body - [Lout of the Count's Family; Trans!Cale]

Calypso had taken a kitchen knife to her locks and somehow managed to saw off a good fifth of it. It was jagged and uneven, loose strands curling at varying lengths and sticking to her damp skin as she fought against the hands holding her down. “LET ME GO” she screamed, the tendons of her neck visibly jumping as she yanked on her wrists. Calypso’s hands are tight around the handle of a knife even as her wrists are captured by her maids and they attempt to make her let go of the blade. “Calypso!” Deruth yelled, fear and anger condensing into a nauseating stone in his stomach. She stops, and their eyes meet. In a startlingly horrible moment of clarity, he realizes that he doesn't know how to talk to her anymore.

10. Yours, Love or Sacrifice - [Lout of the Count's Family; Gladiator AU]

Sometimes, when she thought he wasn't looking, Mother’s eyes had gone dull and unseeing, the smile she always gave Roksu faded, and she looked like a corpse relearning to move. It had terrified him at the time and left him with nightmares of the day she never woke again. Now, he can think back to those moments and understand. Because Mother had never wanted a child, had never wanted to live as she did. She was a slave just as Roksu was now, and he had been her shackle. Roksu was a curse from the moment he was conceived because he was never meant to happen. Roksu does not know who his father is; perhaps, his mother didn't either.

Goddamn that took a while to compile, lets not talk about how I consistently have excerpts longer than 3 sentences..... I'm going to be honest Idk if I know 10 writers on tumblr... soooo if you see this then you have been tagged?

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