#kim jisoo x fem reader

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Kim Jisoo x Fem!reader

Word Count: 3589

A/N: Ta daaaa! (Hides from questions of why this took so long)

“I don’t mean to pry,” Lisa began, lowering her gaze to you who sat exhausted on a chair nearby, nearly falling asleep. Lisa insisted you join them. “But how did you end up with a woman instead of a man? A wife? I’m not complaining, I rather like this arrangement. It’s new.”

Something boarding a scowl played on Jisoo’s lips as she slid her eyes from you, to Lisa. She wasn’t expecting her to come today, let alone at midnight. But when has Lisa ever showed up and announced it beforehand? She felt silly for thinking otherwise, and now you were missing sleep because of it.

 “There was a mishap,” she sighed. “The Asakoshi village elder thought he could trick me...sending a woman undercover as a man. I found out immediately, of course.”

“And you didn’t oppose it?” Lisa asked. 

“Well, even though I was surprised by their boldness, it wasn’t unwelcome. This change is proving much better than I anticipated.” 

“How so?”

“Jisoo didn’t pause to think, “To start, I actually like spending time with her instead of feeling forced to do my part by the council or village.  She’s very amusing. And...the way she speaks…she doesn’t know what she’s doing sometimes but I enjoy listening to her talk about what she likes. She's not self absorbed or obsessed with power like my other grooms…they were such a headache. I know I make her jumpy— she’ll have to get used to me, of course.”

Lisa nodded. “You’ve had some men like that in the past but still got rid of them though.”

It made sense, Jisoo thought. “Yes. Because I couldn’t bear to marry someone I don’t truly love—“

“Love?” Lisa interjected. “You love her?”

“I’m getting there,” Jisoo answered. “I really do like her; I truly want her to be happy with me.” And she’ll wait for you to like her too. Then she will love. Her gaze shifted towards you again. Your hair was falling in front of your face, and your head had dropped to your shoulder, your body slightly slumped in the seat. She clicked her tongue in a displeased manner, almost wincing at how uncomfortable you looked. That wouldn’t do.

“That’s enough questioning for now.” She spoke after a beat, standing up from where she sat. She walked over to you, and without another word from Lisa, picked you up carefully. You shifted briefly, snuggling into her neck. A moment later you tensed up, your eyes snapping open; so that— that comforting scent was… 

You began to struggle, heat creeping up your neck. “Jisoo, I—”

She cut you off, frowning down at you. “Go back to sleep, I’m taking you to the bedroom so you may rest more comfortably.” Jisoo glanced at Lisa, who has yet to leave, raising a brow.

“And here I thought you were excited to see me,” Lisa protested. Nonetheless, she smiled at the sight.  She could tell you’d last much, much longer than the others. It was exciting, and she couldn’t wait to tell the girls. Jisoo probably wouldn’t be happy if she did but, who cares?

When Lisa took her (temporary) leave, Jisoo began carrying you to your room. You thought she’d just drop you on the bed and leave. You didn’t expect her to change your clothes to something warm (much to your surprise; you were too tired to argue however, and let her) let alone get under the blankets with you, curling her arms around your waist.

Now you really didn’t think you could go back to sleep. It wasn’t uncomfortable laying with her, per se — but still. Still. You just couldn’t help but focus on the smallest of her movements— with each breath she took it ghosted the shell of your ear and neck; the feeling of her warmth encasing you like a cacoon. 

“Jisoo?” You murmured sleepily. “You’re staying?”

“Only if you want me too,” she whispered.

You stayed quiet, and Jisoo squeezed you a little tighter. And just before falling asleep, you felt her kiss the back of your head, one of her hands drawing shapes on your waist. 

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When you woke up the next morning, you didn’t expect Jisoo to still be there. You were startled when you opened your eyes, shocked enough that your body tensed up and your breath stalled momentarily. The Kumiho was still sleeping peacefully, it seemed, but her legs were intertwined with yours, face nuzzled against your collarbone, all squished and puffy, with soft puffs of air leaving her slightly parted lips. 

You couldn’t resist the smile forming on your face upon seeing her, finding the moment oddly pleasing— cute, even, but as soon as the thought crossed your mind you shoved it away. Buried it deep, deep down where it can be locked away until it becomes nothing more than a notion foreign to you. You’re not supposed to find a woman cute, yet alone a beast, yet Jisoo wasn’t— what was she to you?

You glanced at the Kumiho again, taking in the inhumane ears and tails— tail, now; the others seemed to have disappeared during the night to who knew where. It was another thing that left you curious, interested, and it distracted your worries momentarily as you found yourself reaching for Jisoo’s fox ears that twitched every so often. 

You gently traced over one with your fingertips, the ghost of a touch(you don’t want to wake her), feeling soft fur and structured padding and cartilage that you wouldn’t have expected. It made you wonder if her tail felt the same, and maybe it was something you’d find out during your stay here. You didn’t want to wake her up with your curiosity. 

Among other things, you’d really like to be able to get up. It would be really great if you could. You would merely walk around, explore more of the mansion and perhaps find Jiseul or Keo-woo. Though, the moment you attempted to slip away, Jisoo stirred, and you ended up trapped once again, pulled back into position, and if anything, even more so stuck when you woke. 

A low sound of displeasure was heard before the Kumiho picked her head up from your collarbone, eyes bleary with sleep. “What is it?” She rasped, looking you in the eyes— who’s equally staring back with bated breath. Her voice was rough with sleep, but it was a very pleasant, alluring sound. It made your stomach churn in two ways: one because of fear— something you needed to learn to let go of— and in another way you refused to acknowledge (they call it butterflies, don’t they?). 

“Nothing,” you replied stiffly, forcing yourself to keep eye contact despite thoughts of a sweet kiss resurfacing because of the proximity. “Good morning, Jisoo.”

A wide, otherwise sly, smile spread across Jisoo’s face. “Good morning, love,” she replied softly. “I love hearing you say my name.”

You didn’t say anything back, reeling over the endearment term, and Jisoo’s smile only grew. She gave you a squeeze to your waist. “When you wake up your heart sounds rather loud. Is something wrong, or… are you trying to flee?” Are you still unable to trust her?

“I wasn’t,” you spoke up, shivering slightly at the fingers caressing your sides. “W-What happened to your tails?”

“I simply put them away. They’re inconvenient and uncomfortable when I have to lay down. I can do the same with my ears.”

You nodded. “I see.” So that meant she could blend in with humans. The idea that Kumihos could be living amongst humans undetected in your village was a shocking revelation.

“Do you usually wake up at this time?” Jisoo asked. It was an early hour— six in the morning, and at this time the sun would just be reaching the top of the mountains. 

“I do, it’s hard for me not to. At this time I would have to get up to open my flower shop,” you explained, suddenly slightly sullen in mood. 

Jisoo was not a stranger to your sudden change in attitude and sat up fully, giving you her full attention. “You like to garden?”

You could physically feel yourself become happy at the mention of gardening. “Yes, I find it an enjoyable and entertaining hobby for myself. It’s nice to work with pretty flowers and have a part in taking care of them… I like seeing people smile when they’re given as gifts or a surprise. Not to mention they all have different meanings and you can combine them to portray a message and— sorry I’m rambling, aren’t I?”

“Not at all, it’s very interesting. And well, if you’d like to pursue that entertainment, I do have a garden here, as you know, where you’ll find anything you need, as well as any flower. I usually leave the maintenance up to the servants, and although I don’t like the idea of you getting your hands dirty when they would willingly do it for you… I suppose that’s the work that comes with gardening and what you like about it. What’s mine is yours.” 

You perked up, eyes wide with excitement, although still cautious. “Are you sure I’m allowed?” When Jisoo nodded you were filled with delight— you could just imagine yourself passing time in the garden, surrounded by what was familiar to you. (And you’ll even be able to learn about the ancient and exotic flowers as well)!

Jisoo almost cooed at your enthusiasm and how much energy you seemed to emit right now, wanting to simply smother you and everything dear to you— feeling her heart swell with warmth, fondness and if any more possible, love. Unlike a lot of other humans, you enjoyed the simple things and it was so endearing.  

“Would you like to get dressed for the day? I can get you something quick or you may choose from the closet. However, if you’re still tired, you may sleep more.” Jisoo suggested.

“No it’s okay– I can get dressed…. And, uhm, you can pick anything, if that’s alright.”

“Of course,” Jisoo said, and finally– she moved, giving you enough space to sit up and come to the edge of the bed. You watched her cross the room to the closet, searching it for anything she deems suitable for you. Her tail swished behind her in a smooth motion, left right right and left, and it made you smile, reminding you of an excited dog (beastly fox, in this case). Jisoo left the closet, coming back with a white and red modern hanbok. The skirt was a subtle red color, the blouse-dress white and embroidered with red carnations. 

“As you know, I usually have the maids do this, but I’ll feel rather envious if they get to dress you on such an important day; so do you mind if I do it instead?” Jisoo asked, her tone quiet, like she was too shy to speak any louder. 

You didn't reply immediately, and while laying out the clothes she glanced at you, wondering, waiting, before she decided to say something else. “But of course, you can do it yourself if you're uncomfortable. The only thing I’ll do is help with your shirt.” 

You shook your head, realizing your lack of response. What was important about today? “It's okay; you can help me.”  

Now that you've agreed, Jisoo doesn't waste any time unbuttoning your silk pajama top and sliding it down your shoulders. Her intense gaze made heat simmer beneath your skin, burning you from the inside out. The process of wearing the hanbok isn't long and dredging, especially when the only thing you had to do was lift your arms and let her assemble the pieces correctly once the base was on, however, Jisoo was delaying the process, appearing fixated on the expanse of skin.

“Jisoo?” 

She shook her head, placing the hanbok on the bed beside you. “This won’t do…” She said under her breath, looking conflicted. “I haven’t marked you yet.”

“...Marked me?”

“Because I’ve delayed the ceremony so you could become more comfortable with me, hoping for you to get adjusted before then, the others are curious as to why I did so; It’s tradition that on the first night a groom comes, they are marked. If you happen to walk around today unmarked, and I have an…audience, let’s say, they will come for you.” 

“Come for me?” 

Jisoo frowned at the thought. “Yes, they'll take you away, and some aren’t as docile and patient as me.”

“I don’t want that,” you expressed, a spike of anxiety making your heart beat faster. Who could you trust besides Jisoo? If she says she’s not like the other Kumiho… then how much worse are they? What if they are like the ones from the legends?..

“Then,” Jisoo started slowly, “I should make sure they don’t, yes?”

You felt unsettled. “By marking me you mean–”

“Yes, to make sure others will know you’re with someone already, so they don’t snatch you up and claim you before I do.” she explained.

“Others can do that? You must be joking.” Quite frankly, you’re in disbelief. You don’t understand– or, you just didn’t want to understand.

“I’m not,” Jisoo stated. No longer is her tone that soft and smooth one you favored. Instead, it's firmer– she’s serious, and she’s telling you it’s very true. “There are truly demons out there who’ll jump at the chance to take, and I won’t allow it if it comes to you. If they see you walking about with no mating mark, no indication you are mine, they’ll assume you’re a stray human that they can get easily at will.”

You swallowed dryly. You didn’t know how to respond, what to think, or how you should even begin to take that piece of information. The only thing getting through to you is that you could be taken. Kidnapped, and never returned– all for not being marked. You could possibly die along the way or never see your brothers again. Jisoo’s attitude about this told you all you needed to know– this is her world, not yours. And you must follow the rules. “Then– if I let you mark me, I’ll be fine?” You inquired hesitantly.

“You will,” Jisoo confirmed, searching your eyes. “But seeing as you’re somewhat reluctant, it can wait… I’m not here to bring you displeasure not to pressure you with this, it’s just something you should be aware of. So, in that case, you should–”

“No! Just wait,” You said, cutting her off, and before you could think better of it, reached out and placed your hand on top of Jisoo’s own that rested on your knee. The Kumiho looks at you with furrowed brows, slightly surprised. You take in a breath. “It’s fine, really. I’m just– I’m still trying to get used to this all. I’m not necessarily uncomfortable, but worried it might hurt– I don’t mind if it’s only a few marks.”

“Are you absolutely sure?” Jisoo pulled her lip between her teeth, concealing a smile, and her tail started moving again, albeit slower than before, yet still showing how excited she’s become.

“Yes. If you can keep me safe; please do. I can’t afford to go missing… And you've already compromised so much for me. I’m sure I'm difficult to work with sometimes.” You’re aware that what you ask is selfish, but you had promises to fulfill, and if you suddenly get taken by another demon other than Jisoo, who you aren’t familiar with and used to, things could be bad. 

“Then I will,” Jisoo agreed. She didn’t waste any time sitting on your lap, where she can have easy access to the smooth skin she's been eying moments ago. You shivered lightly with the first touch of Jisoo’s lips to your neck. You closed your eyes at the feeling of her lips kissing your jaw and throat, dragging across your clavicle with the occasional flicker of tongue. Your lungs ached for air as Jisoo mouthed at your racing pulse point, her fangs lightly scraping the skin. Your nails dug into her waist when she began to nip at your skin, just to the point of a dull ache, anticipating a bite. The bites aren’t heavy, yet they sting in a way that makes the area throb– however, when she runs her tongue over the small wounds, it makes the pain numb; you feel particularly weak when she does that, like a flushed and trembling mess. Seemingly satisfied with your neck, she moves lower, right above your bra at the swell of your breasts, and— “Jisoo,” you whimpered. “W-Wait. I think– not near there, please.” The feeling is entirely too much.

“I’m not doing anything bad, calm down,” She replied, all sultry. She paused for a moment to look at you, and god, you felt faint. Nevertheless, Jisoo continued her marking, and you threaded your fingers in the Kumiho’s hair messily, a desperate attempt to pull her away before she could work on the area but she didn't budge. Instead, she found it amusing, deciding to give open-mouthed kisses and– Jisoo stopped suddenly, releasing your skin with a soft sucking sound, leaving you irrationally disappointed but relieved at the same time (if that’s possible). She looked to the doorway. 

“Jisoo.” There was a stern voice speaking out into the room. You go rigid, trying to access the situation. You felt her arms curl around you, tight, secure, giving you a singular squeeze before retreating. Jisoo slid off your lap and sat beside you, glancing at you for a moment— a hint of a smile on her face— before looking to the side with an unhappy look, clearly unamused at the interruption. You shifted slightly to see.

Standing at the side of the bed closer to the door was a woman with a Hanbok style like Jisoo’s. She was no taller than Jisoo, had sharp, feline-like eyes, ginger hair, and a small mole below her eyebrow. What drew your attention was the set of furry orange ears on her head and the tail behind them. (The sight makes you wonder: is there anyone normal here)?

“What are you doing to her? Weren’t you told to take it slow until the ceremony? You know you can’t eat her now.” They lectured, and your breath hitched. Eat? What’s with all of them saying eat or devour? Are you some type of food to them?? It makes no—

Your thought process is interrupted when Jisoo runs a nail over where a hickey was slowly forming on your sternum, your attention immediately on her after. There’s a small pout on her lips and a slightly displeased expression to her beautiful face, telling you just how much she didn't like that you were focused on the visitor instead. It’s childish, and the area now hurts: you think internally. If this visitor wasn’t here maybe you would have dug your own nails– that do have some sort of length– into the soft pads of Jisoo’s ears to see if she liked it. 

“Jisoo.’ Another warning. The Cat-like Kumiho doesn’t seem fazed by her behavior at all. Nonetheless, it annoyed Jisoo more.

“Am I not even allowed to do this much, Jennie?” She voiced bitterly, reminding you of a child, once again, being given boundaries they don’t want to follow.

“You are, but isn’t it right to assume you’ve done enough for now? Look at her.” Jennie pointed at you, her head tilting in a way awfully cat-like. “She’s evident of your marks, so now, you leave her be. She needs to eat right now to regain her energy. Do you want her to starve?”

Jisoo glanced at you, then back at Jennie. Jisoo thought about saying yes, considering it’d give her more time with you, but then– your stomach growls; the sound is loud and telling, and it has the stranger smiling at Jisoo like she’s won a bet.

.

Very reluctantly, after finally getting changed, Jisoo let you go with the cat. 

“I’ll be with her, so you don’t need to worry.” Jennie rolled her eyes. “And while we’re gone, you need to go to the courtyard and organize your servants. They’re in a panic of excitement and concern for this human, as well as what preparation to make for the ceremony.”

“Ugh, can’t that wolf do that?”

“She’s busy with Lisa setting up things,” Jennie explained. “I'll be taking her now, and I can promise she’ll be safe with me– we don’t have to leave the barrier today. You may fetch her later in the day, or even after breakfast if you’re that impatient.”

“Do you have any questions?” Jennie asked once you were in the hallway. You didn't reply right away, turning to look back inside for a reason unknown to you, expecting something, anything– but you didn’t see Jisoo there anymore. She’s disappeared again. Jennie raised an eyebrow at you when an expression similar to disappointment settled on your face. A grin tugged at her lips, making you feel embarrassed.

You averted your eyes. “I do.” It’s hard to find the right words for what you wanted to ask– because there’s a lot you wanted to know. Jennie somehow knew, and assured you to take your time, and that you could be comfortable talking to her. “We’ll be seeing each other a lot from now on. You can call me  what Jisoo calls me, Jen, nini, or anything you like.”

“So I can call you cat–”

“No,” she hissed.

[cool-fancier]

Bound by Arrangement

Kim Jisoo x Fem Reader

Synopsis: A marriage of convenience binds a cold CEO to a resilient baker. Amid tension, longing, and unspoken desires, they discover passion neither ever expected.

Word count:4.3K

The bakery was more than a business to you—it was home. Nestled in a cozy, sunlit street in Seoul, its warm ambiance was a reflection of your life. You’d opened it with Rosé and Lisa, your two best friends since university. The three of you were inseparable, and every morning started the same: you’d unlock the doors, Rosé would roll out the fresh dough with her usual pep, and Lisa would craft intricate decorations for the day’s selection of pastries. Together, you had created a place that people loved, a neighborhood gem, where regulars knew you by name and new customers always left with a smile.

And in this little corner of the world, you were content. Life had a gentle rhythm—flour-dusted mornings, bustling afternoons, and quiet evenings spent laughing with Rosé and Lisa as you closed shop. Your mother worked at Kim Corporation, a powerful conglomerate in Korea, and she always joked that your bakery was her favorite place to relax after a long day of corporate stress. She admired your independence, and you liked to think that maybe, in a small way, you were rebelling against the grand life she’d always imagined for you. You didn’t need the grandeur or complexity of her world; you had everything you wanted right here.

But every so often, in the quiet moments of dusk, your thoughts would drift to what your friends talked about during breaks—rumors of Kim Jisoo, the infamous CEO of Kim Corporation and your mom’s boss’s daughter. They would share the latest gossip about her escapades, whispering about her latest conquests or who she was seen with at the newest exclusive club. Jisoo was like a character out of a novel to you, this enigmatic figure who lived in a world you’d never be a part of. Lisa’s eyes would light up with scandalous stories, and Rosé would give a dramatic sigh, calling Jisoo the “heartbreaker CEO,” and laugh at how Jisoo always seemed to have a new name in her dating roster. But to you, Jisoo was just a name, an echo of a world far removed from your own.

— — — — —

The bell above the bakery door chimed one evening as you were wiping down the counter, and you looked up, surprised to see your mother standing there. Her expression was serious, her hands clasped tightly together, as if she were bracing herself for something difficult.

You set your rag down, walking over to her with a mixture of curiosity and concern. "Mom? Is everything okay?"

She hesitated, glancing around at the familiar surroundings of the bakery before she met your gaze. "We need to talk," she said quietly. "It’s… about the Kim family."

Your stomach dropped. The way she said it, the tension in her face—this wasn’t a casual conversation.

Taking her arm, you led her to a table, and she sat down with a deep sigh, her eyes heavy with an emotion you couldn’t quite place.

“Is something wrong at work?” you asked carefully.

“No, not exactly,” she replied, though the words felt like a half-truth. She took a breath, her fingers curling around the edge of the table. “The Kim family… they’re under a lot of pressure right now, politically and financially. They’re concerned about stability, and they think a marriage… might help.”

A chill went down your spine. “A marriage? Mom, what does that have to do with me?”

She winced, as though the words hurt to say. “They want you to marry Jisoo.”

The words hung heavy in the air, surreal and impossible, and yet, in that moment, you could see in her eyes that this was real. You were being asked to marry Kim Jisoo, a stranger whose life barely intersected with yours beyond your mother’s job, a woman you only knew through whispers and tabloid stories.

“No, Mom, this isn’t right,” you said, shaking your head. “We don’t live in that world. I don’t know her, and she certainly doesn’t know me.”

“I know,” she whispered, reaching across the table to take your hand. “But… sometimes, in our world, things are more complicated. You know how much I’ve sacrificed to give you the life you have, and I wouldn’t ask you to do this if it weren’t important.”

You felt a rush of conflicting emotions—anger, disbelief, betrayal. “Mom, I’m not some pawn. I’ve built my life here. I have friends, a business. I don’t want to just be… some accessory in someone else’s life.”

She nodded, her gaze dropping. “I know. But I also know that this is a rare chance, an opportunity to protect our family. To help them secure their future, and ours. It’s not fair to ask this of you, but…”

She left the words unspoken, and the weight of her request lingered between you, pressing down like a heavy stone.

— — — — —

The days leading up to the wedding felt like a blur, filled with quiet arguments, moments of doubt, and the comforting voices of Rosé and Lisa, who were both baffled and furious at the situation. Rosé had tried to find a silver lining, reminding you that you were resilient, that you could handle this. But even she had her limits, and Lisa’s anger was tangible, simmering just beneath the surface.

“It’s ridiculous,” Lisa had said one night, slamming her fist on the counter. “You don’t even know her, and from what we do know, she’s not… she’s not someone you deserve to be pushed into a marriage with. She’s out there at clubs, living her life like she doesn’t have a care in the world. You deserve better.”

You could only nod, a lump in your throat as you tried to push away the fear and uncertainty that had become a constant presence in your mind.

When the wedding day arrived, it felt almost like a transaction. The venue was grand, filled with people you didn’t know, and Jisoo herself barely looked at you, her face an unreadable mask as you exchanged vows. She was beautiful, undeniably, but there was a coldness to her that made the whole experience feel distant, unreal. You repeated the words, feeling like a stranger in your own life, and before you knew it, you were married to a woman who seemed as indifferent to you as she was to everything else.

—————

The days after the wedding were quiet, almost painfully so. You moved into the penthouse Jisoo had prepared, a place so immaculate and perfectly curated that it felt more like a magazine spread than a home. She was rarely there, and when she was, she was polite but distant, slipping in and out of the penthouse like a ghost.

You tried to keep yourself busy, spending most of your time at the bakery, throwing yourself into work to avoid the loneliness that had started to creep in. Rosé and Lisa were your anchors, their presence a reminder of the life you still had, the life you wanted to hold onto. But no matter how hard you tried, the reality of your situation lingered in the background, a constant, inescapable reminder.

Every so often, you would see the tabloids, the pictures of Jisoo out at clubs, her arm around someone new, her face as calm and controlled as ever. She was still the woman you’d heard about, the heartbreaker CEO, and you were just the person she was married to, an afterthought in the grand scheme of her life.

One night, you found yourself alone in the penthouse, the silence pressing in from every side. You tried to distract yourself, but the loneliness gnawed at you, sharper and deeper than you’d expected. It wasn’t supposed to be this hard, this painful. You were supposed to be strong, to brush this off as a business arrangement, a necessary step for your family.

Unable to bear it any longer, you picked up your phone and called Rosé, the words spilling out before you could stop them.

“I didn’t think it would feel like this,” you whispered, your voice barely more than a murmur. “I thought I could keep my distance, that I wouldn’t care. But every night, she’s out there with someone else, and I’m… I’m alone here, wondering if this is all I am now.”

On the other end of the line, Rosé’s voice was gentle, soothing. “I’m so sorry. I wish I could be there with you.”

You let out a shaky breath, the vulnerability catching you off guard. “I don’t even know her, Rosé. I feel like a ghost in my own life. And the worst part is… I think I’m starting to care, even though I don’t want to.”

You didn’t notice the sound of the door until it was too late. You froze, turning slowly to see Jisoo standing in the doorway, her expression unreadable as she took in your words, your pain laid bare in the quiet of the penthouse. You quickly hung up, the silence stretching between you and Jisoo, heavy and charged.

For a long moment, neither of you spoke. Then, finally, Jisoo stepped forward, her face softening just slightly, an almost hesitant look in her eyes. She opened her mouth as if to say something, then closed it again, a hint of regret flickering across her features.

“I didn’t know…” she began, her voice quieter than you’d ever heard it.

You looked away, trying to regain your composure. “What does it matter? This is just… business, isn’t it? That’s what this marriage is supposed to be, after all.”

Her expression shifted, something almost vulnerable beneath the carefully maintained facade. She looked down, as if searching for words. “I never thought about it like that. I never thought you would… care.”

You felt a mix of anger and something else, something painful and raw. “Of course, I didn’t want to care. But I’m here, waiting every night, wondering if you’ll ever see me as anything more than just an obligation.”

She hesitated, a flash of something unspoken in her gaze. “I didn’t think… I didn’t think I’d ever have to consider what you felt. I thought it would be easier this way.”

The words hung between you, an uneasy truce, a moment of honesty neither of you had expected. And for the first time, you saw a glimmer of something beyond the cold mask Jisoo wore—a hint of the person beneath, someone who might, just maybe, be as lost as you were.

For a long moment, silence filled the penthouse. You stood across from Jisoo, the tension thick, your emotions raw and exposed. You felt vulnerable, as if she could see right through to the frustration, the loneliness, and the longing that had built up inside you. And yet, for the first time, she wasn’t turning away. She was watching you, her cool mask softened by something unguarded, something almost fragile.

Finally, she broke the silence, her voice barely above a whisper. “I know I’ve… avoided you,” she said slowly, as if the admission itself were painful. “And I know I haven’t been fair.”

You scoffed, a bitter laugh escaping before you could stop it. “That’s one way to put it.”

Jisoo’s jaw clenched, and she looked away, her gaze fixating on the polished floor. “This life… this arrangement… it wasn’t my choice, either.”

“Maybe not,” you replied, unable to hide the hurt in your voice. “But you’ve made it very clear that you’re not interested in being here. You’re always out, and when you’re here, it’s like I don’t exist. Do you know how that feels?”

A flicker of guilt crossed her face, and she met your gaze, holding it for once, not retreating into her usual guarded distance. “I didn’t want to hurt you,” she murmured, a hint of sincerity breaking through. “But I didn’t know how to do this. I’ve spent my whole life focusing on work, on keeping up the image, on being who everyone needs me to be. I thought keeping my distance was the right thing to do.”

You looked at her, studying the lines of tension in her expression, the slight tremor in her voice. It was the first time she seemed… human, vulnerable. Beneath her cold exterior, you could sense something genuine, a glimpse of the person she was behind the headlines and the walls she’d built around herself.

“Maybe we both don’t know how to do this,” you said quietly, the anger ebbing away, replaced by something softer, something tentative.

Jisoo gave a small nod, as though acknowledging the shared confusion between you. “I think… I’d like to try,” she said finally, her words tentative, cautious. “If you’d be willing. To try.”

Her words hung in the air, and you felt your heartbeat quicken. It would have been easy to dismiss her, to retreat into your own hurt. But as you looked at her, at the woman who had been a stranger in every sense, you realized that, for the first time, she was offering you a part of herself—a real part, unguarded and uncertain.

You took a slow breath, allowing yourself to feel the weight of her words. “Alright,” you said softly. “But if we’re going to do this… I want honesty. No more walls. No more pretending.”

Jisoo nodded, a glint of determination in her gaze. “I promise. I’m done with pretending.”

— — — — —

The days that followed were different, like the first tentative steps in an unfamiliar dance. Jisoo was still reserved, careful with her words, but she made an effort. She’d started coming home earlier, joining you for dinner in the vast, empty dining room that had always felt more like a museum than a home. She would sit across from you, awkward at first, the silence between you heavy but no longer painful.

One evening, as you were finishing a quiet dinner, she surprised you by suggesting a walk. You looked at her, a bit taken aback, but she just shrugged, looking almost shy. “I thought… maybe it would be nice to go out. Just the two of us.”

You agreed, and soon the two of you were strolling through a quiet park under the soft glow of streetlights. The conversation was hesitant at first, both of you stumbling over words, unsure of what to share, what boundaries to test. But gradually, the tension began to melt away, replaced by an ease that surprised you both. She shared little details about her childhood, moments that broke the polished image she’d always presented to the world.

“I always wanted to run away,” she admitted, a faint smile tugging at her lips. “Find some place where no one knew who I was, where I could just… be.”

You chuckled, finding it strangely endearing. “If you ever want a place to hide out, the bakery has a pretty good selection of hiding spots behind the display cases.”

She laughed—a soft, genuine sound that made something warm bloom in your chest. For the first time, you saw her not as the cold, distant CEO, but as someone who had been trapped in her own life, just as you had been trapped in this arrangement.

— — — — —

Slowly, your guarded interactions turned into small shared moments. She began joining you in the evenings, sometimes sitting on the couch with you in comfortable silence, other times talking about everything from her favorite films to the pressures of her job. The more time you spent together, the more you realized that beneath her aloofness was someone who had learned to be strong, but had also been forced to be alone. She had a sharp wit, a hidden warmth that she seemed almost afraid to let out, and with each passing day, you found yourself drawn to her in a way you hadn’t expected.

One evening, after a long day at the bakery, you invited her to join you there. She arrived after closing, looking slightly out of place among the simple charm of the shop, but there was a softness in her eyes as she took in the surroundings, her usual guarded demeanor replaced by something almost reverent.

“I’ve never seen anything like this,” she murmured, her fingers brushing over a display case. “It feels… peaceful.”

“It is,” you replied, watching her carefully as she explored the space. “It’s my favorite place in the world.”

Jisoo turned to you, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. “Thank you for sharing it with me.”

The words were simple, but they carried a weight that made your heart ache, a reminder of how much she had kept from the world. And in that moment, you realized that your feelings for her had grown into something real, something you could no longer ignore.

— — — — —

One evening, she suggested a date—an actual, real date, and you agreed, your heart pounding with a mixture of excitement and nerves. You met her in a quiet park, and under the dim light of lanterns, you walked together, talking, laughing, and letting the walls between you dissolve.

Under the soft glow of the park lights, your gaze met Jisoo’s, the world fading until it was just the two of you, wrapped in a silence that felt both fragile and electric. Her hand, tentative at first, reached for yours, her touch delicate, her fingers curling around yours as if she feared you might pull away. But you didn’t. Instead, you held on, feeling the warmth of her palm, the way her skin felt against yours.

“Jisoo,” you murmured, your voice barely more than a whisper.

She looked at you, her expression softening, her usual guarded exterior giving way to a vulnerability that took your breath away. “I… didn’t know it could feel like this,” she admitted, her voice breaking the silence, filling the space between you with something raw and honest. “Being with you… it feels different. Real.”

The words, simple yet filled with so much emotion, sent a thrill through you. You leaned closer, drawn to her, the intensity between you growing with every heartbeat. Before you knew it, her lips were on yours, soft and warm, a kiss that started gentle but quickly deepened, a hungry urgency taking over. Her hand found the back of your neck, pulling you closer as her lips moved against yours, each touch sending shivers down your spine.

You pulled back, breathless, and a small, teasing smile played on your lips. “Maybe we should take this somewhere a little more private.”

Jisoo nodded, a slight blush coloring her cheeks, her gaze filled with a mixture of excitement and nervous anticipation. You took her hand, guiding her back to the car, the air thick with tension, every glance, every brush of skin heightening the anticipation between you.

The drive home was silent but charged, your hand resting firmly on her thigh, feeling the warmth of her skin through the fabric of her dress. She shifted slightly under your touch, her breath hitching as your fingers moved, grazing higher, just enough to tease. She looked over at you, her eyes darkening with desire, a silent plea that made you want her even more.

As soon as the door shut, you pushed Jisoo against it, your hands gripping her waist as your lips claimed hers in a heated, demanding kiss. Her gasp was muffled against your mouth, her body pressing into yours as you took control, the softness of her lips giving way to the dominance of your movements. You didn’t hesitate, pinning her against the door with your hips as your hands roamed her body, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath the thin fabric of her dress.

Her breath hitched as your tongue slid against hers, and she clung to you, her fingers curling into your shirt. You broke the kiss briefly, leaning back just enough to take in the sight of her—her cheeks flushed, her lips swollen, her eyes dark with desire. “You have no idea what you’re doing to me,” you murmured, your voice low, tinged with a rough edge as your hands slid down to her thighs, gripping firmly.

Jisoo whimpered softly, her body shuddering under your touch. “Then don’t stop,” she whispered, her voice trembling with need.

You growled low in your throat, lifting her effortlessly as her legs wrapped around your waist. Her hands tangled in your hair, tugging lightly, her lips finding yours again as you carried her to the bedroom. By the time you laid her on the bed, she was already breathless, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she looked up at you, completely at your mercy.

You climbed over her, capturing her lips in another bruising kiss as your hands slid up her thighs, pushing her dress higher. Her soft moans spurred you on, and you broke the kiss to trail your lips along her jawline, down her neck, your teeth grazing her skin just enough to make her shiver.

“God, you sound so good,” you murmured, your voice husky as you nipped at the sensitive spot on her neck, leaving a faint mark. “I want to hear more.”

Jisoo whimpered, her hands clutching at your back as she arched into your touch. “I—ah—please,” she gasped, her voice breaking as your hands gripped her waist, pinning her firmly to the bed.

You leaned back just enough to tug her dress up and over her head, tossing it aside as your eyes raked over her. Her body trembled under your gaze, her breath catching as you took your time, letting her feel the weight of your attention. “You’re beautiful,” you said, your voice softer now, though still laced with a possessive edge.

Jisoo flushed, her hands instinctively moving to cover herself, but you caught her wrists, pinning them above her head as you leaned down to whisper against her lips, “Don’t hide from me. I want to see all of you.”

She nodded, her breath hitching, and you rewarded her obedience with a deep kiss, your free hand trailing down her body, mapping out every curve. Her soft cries grew louder as your touch became firmer, more deliberate, your lips following the path of your hands, tasting the skin you revealed.

When you reached her chest, you took your time, your tongue circling one hardened peak before taking it into your mouth, sucking just hard enough to make her back arch. Her moan was loud and unrestrained, her fingers twisting in the sheets as you gave the same attention to her other breast, alternating between gentle flicks of your tongue and sharp grazes of your teeth.

“Does that feel good?” you asked, your voice rough as you bit down gently, earning a strangled cry from her.

“Yes,” she gasped, her hips bucking involuntarily against you. “Please… don’t stop.”

You grinned, your hands sliding lower, gripping her hips to still her movements. “I’m not stopping until you’re begging for more,” you growled, your tone dark and commanding.

Her body trembled as your hands moved to part her thighs, spreading her open for you. You leaned down, pressing a kiss to the inside of her thigh, savoring the way she shuddered under your touch. “You’re so sensitive,” you murmured, your breath hot against her skin. “I love it.”

Her response was a broken moan, her head falling back against the pillows as your tongue slid over her, teasing at first, slow and deliberate. Her hips bucked again, but you held her firmly, your fingers digging into her thighs to keep her in place. “Stay still,” you commanded, your voice rough. “Let me do this for you.”

Jisoo whimpered, her hands gripping the sheets as she struggled to obey, her cries growing louder as you worked her with precision. Your tongue found her most sensitive spot, circling it slowly before sucking gently, the combination making her gasp and writhe beneath you.

“God, you taste so good,” you murmured between strokes, your voice sending vibrations through her that made her cry out.

Her hands flew to your hair, tugging hard, her voice breaking as she moaned, “I—I can’t—”

“You can,” you growled, sliding two fingers into her slowly, stretching her as you kept your tongue focused on her. “Take it for me, Jisoo. You can handle it.”

Her body arched off the bed, her cries turning desperate as you set a steady rhythm, your fingers and tongue working in tandem to push her higher. You watched her closely, drinking in every reaction—the way her thighs trembled, the way her nails scratched at the sheets, the way her breath hitched every time you curled your fingers inside her.

When she finally fell apart, her body trembling violently as her release washed over her, her cries filled the room, your name falling from her lips like a prayer. You didn’t stop, guiding her through the waves of pleasure until she was completely spent, her body limp and her breathing ragged.

You kissed your way back up her body, your hands soothing her trembling thighs as you hovered over her. “You’re amazing,” you said softly, pressing a kiss to her lips, your voice rough but filled with admiration. “You’re perfect.”

Jisoo looked up at you, her eyes glassy with tears she didn’t bother to hide. “No one’s ever… made me feel like that,” she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion.

You brushed a strand of hair from her face, your gaze steady. “You deserve to feel like that every time,” you said firmly. “And I’ll make sure you do.”

Her lips found yours again, her kiss soft but full of gratitude, and as the night stretched on, you continued to take her apart, piece by piece, leaving her trembling and satisfied beneath you. By the time dawn broke, she was curled against you, her body spent but her heart full, her head resting on your chest as your fingers traced soothing patterns along her back.

“Thank you,” she murmured, her voice barely audible. “For showing me this.”

You pressed a kiss to her forehead, holding her close. “It’s just the beginning, Jisoo,” you whispered. “There’s so much more I want to give you.”

And as she drifted to sleep in your arms, you knew that whatever had started as an arrangement had become something deeper, something real—something you both would hold onto fiercely.

[onlyforyoukook]

Roses

paring: bi¡rosè x fem¡les¡reader

synopsis: rosè and y/n have been long time besties which often leads to everyone always shipping them together. until one day they decide to make it official!

♫ roses - jaehyun,

i wanna be your gf - girl in red,

best part - H.E.R,

Say yes - floetry,

thinkin bout you - frank ocean,

forever valentine - charlie wilson

a/n: this was requested by anon!

wc: 1.5k

genre: oneshot„ they’re gay„ friends to lovers„ reader is a lesbian & rosie has dated a girl before„ college au. (PS THIS IS ALL FOR THE FICTION PEOPLE)

MDNI

The sound of Rosé’s laugh filled your room, soft and melodic as she leaned back on your bed. The two of you had been there for hours, sprawled out with snacks and a terrible rom-com playing in the background. This was your usual hangout—just you and Rosie, your best friend since forever.

Everyone around you had always joked about how close you two were. “You’re practically married already,” your friends would tease. You’d laugh it off, but deep down, you wished it were true.

For you, Rosie wasn’t just your best friend. She was the girl who made your heart race every time she smiled, the one who made everything feel lighter and brighter just by being there. But you never said anything. You couldn’t risk losing her.

“Y/n, are you even watching this?” Rosie’s voice pulled you from your thoughts. She turned to look at you, her golden hair glowing under the dim light of your bedside lamp.

“Not really,” you admitted with a small shrug, trying not to focus on how close she was sitting.

“Good. It’s awful,” she said, laughing as she grabbed a handful of popcorn from the bowl between you. Her fingers brushed yours, and even that small touch sent a jolt through your chest.

You smiled, trying to play it cool. “We could always watch something else.”

Rosie tilted her head, studying you for a moment. “Y/n, can I ask you something?”

“Of course.”

“Do you ever think…” She hesitated, biting her lip in that way she always did when she was nervous. “Do you think they’re right? About us, I mean.”

Your heart skipped. “What do you mean?”

“You know… when they say we should just date already.” She let out a small laugh, but her eyes stayed locked on yours, searching for something. “Do you ever think about it?”

Your throat felt dry, but you nodded. “Yeah. I do.”

She blinked, surprised. “You do?”

You took a deep breath, deciding it was now or never. “Rosie, I’ve liked you for a long time. More than a friend. But I didn’t want to ruin what we have, so I never said anything.”

Her cheeks turned pink, and she smiled—soft, genuine, the kind of smile that made your whole world stop. “I was scared too. I didn’t want to mess this up either. But… I think I’ve felt the same way for a while now.”

You stared at her, unsure if you’d heard her right. “You do?”

Rosie nodded, then reached over to take your hand in hers. “Yeah, Y/n. I do.”

For a moment, neither of you said anything. The movie played on in the background, forgotten. Then Rosie leaned closer, her face just inches from yours.

“So, what do you say? Should we make it official?”

Your heart swelled as you smiled back at her. “I’d like that.”

When she kissed you, it was soft and sweet, like everything you’d ever dreamed of and more. And as you sat there together, fingers intertwined, you couldn’t help but wonder why it had taken you both so long to realize what everyone else had seen all along.

Rosie pulled back slightly, her forehead still resting against yours, her warm breath brushing against your skin. Her hands lingered on yours, her thumbs tracing soft circles over your knuckles.

“This feels… right,” she whispered, her voice barely louder than the hum of the movie still playing in the background.

You couldn’t help but grin. “Yeah. It does.”

For years, you had imagined what this moment would feel like, but nothing could compare to the real thing—the way Rosie’s eyes sparkled with something more than friendship, the way her touch sent waves of warmth through you.

“Do you think they’ll freak out when we tell them?” Rosie asked with a laugh, sitting back but still holding your hand.

“Oh, 100%,” you said, laughing too. “Chenle will probably say ‘finally’ about fifty times.”

“And Lisa will act like she’s known all along,” Rosie added, rolling her eyes playfully.

You shook your head, squeezing her hand. “Let’s just not tell them for a little while. I kind of like keeping this just ours for now.”

Her expression softened, and she gave you that small, private smile—the one you realized was just for you. “Yeah. I like that too.”

The night went on like it always did, with quiet jokes and shared laughter, but everything felt different now. The little touches, the way she leaned her head on your shoulder, even the casual way she stole the last handful of popcorn—it all carried a weight you’d never noticed before.

As the credits rolled and the movie ended, Rosie stretched and yawned, flopping back against your pillows. “I don’t think I can move,” she mumbled.

“You’re the one who ate most of the snacks,” you teased, lying down beside her.

Her hand found yours again, her fingers lacing with yours so easily it felt like they were made to fit together. “I’m too comfortable to care.”

You turned your head to look at her, your heart swelling at the sight of her lying there, relaxed and content. “Rosie?”

She turned her head too, her golden hair spilling over your pillow. “Yeah?”

“I’m really glad you’re here. Not just tonight, but… in my life.”

Her cheeks flushed a soft pink, and she smiled again, this time a little shyly. “You’re so sappy, Y/n”

“You love it,” you shot back, grinning.

She didn’t deny it. Instead, she leaned in to kiss you again, slow and gentle, as if the world outside didn’t exist.

When the kiss ended, she stayed close, her forehead resting against yours again. “I do,” she whispered. “I really do.”

That night, as you both fell asleep tangled up together, you couldn’t stop smiling. For the first time, everything felt exactly as it should be—with Rosie by your side, and no more hiding what you both had always known deep down.

The room was quiet, the only sound the faint rustling of the blankets as you and Rosie lay side by side. Her hand still held yours, her thumb tracing soft patterns over your skin, but you couldn’t shake the thought that had been lingering in your mind all night.

“Rosie?” you asked softly, breaking the comfortable silence.

“Hmm?” she murmured, her eyes still half-closed as she turned her head toward you.

“Can I tell you something? It’s… kind of embarrassing.”

She opened her eyes fully, her expression curious but gentle. “Of course. You can tell me anything.”

You hesitated, biting your lip. “Do you remember freshman year? When you dated that girl, Mia?”

Rosie blinked, surprised. “Mia? Wow, that feels like forever ago. Yeah, I remember. Why?”

You stared up at the ceiling, suddenly feeling a little self-conscious. “I was so jealous.”

Her eyebrows shot up. “You? Jealous? Of Mia?”

You nodded, your cheeks growing warm. “Yeah. I mean, at the time, I didn’t really understand why. I just knew that every time I saw you with her, it made my stomach twist. I hated it when you held her hand or laughed at her jokes. I wanted to be the one making you smile like that.”

Rosie was quiet for a moment, and you glanced over to see her watching you with a soft, almost wistful expression.

“You never said anything,” she finally said.

“Of course I didn’t,” you replied with a small laugh. “I didn’t even know I liked girls back then, let alone that I had a massive crush on my best friend. And besides, you seemed so happy with her. I didn’t want to ruin that.”

Rosie let out a quiet laugh, shaking her head. “Y/N, I wasn’t that happy. Mia was nice, but honestly… I think I was dating her because I didn’t know how to deal with how I felt about you.”

Your breath hitched. “Wait, what?”

She shrugged, a sheepish smile tugging at her lips. “You were always the person I cared about the most, but I didn’t know how to make sense of it. I thought maybe if I dated someone else, I’d figure it out. But all it did was make me realize that no one else could ever compare to you.”

You stared at her, your heart pounding. “Are you serious?”

Rosie nodded, her smile growing. “I guess we were both clueless back then, huh?”

“Completely,” you agreed, laughing softly.

She shifted closer, resting her head against your shoulder. “You should’ve told me. Maybe we could’ve started this sooner.”

You wrapped an arm around her, holding her close. “Maybe. But honestly? I think we needed that time to figure ourselves out. And now… now it feels perfect.”

Rosie tilted her head up to look at you, her eyes shining. “Yeah. It does.”

And as you lay there together, wrapped up in each other and the quiet comfort of the moment, you couldn’t help but feel grateful—for the years of friendship, for the unspoken feelings that had finally come to light, and for the love that had always been there, waiting for the right time to bloom.

masterlist

[bitchiswild]

Clingy

Blackpink x F! Reader

Warnings: none

Word Count: 1k

A/n: I’m kinda jet lagged, so I get sleepy at random times but! ☝️I will try to write the requests in my inbox, give me time🙏

Requested

Since all the girls had been occupied with their separate schedules, you finally managed to align everyone's free time for a long-overdue movie night. The excitement was palpable as Jisoo arrived first at your penthouse. The moment she stepped through the door, you attached yourself to her like a duckling, following her every move.

You trailed behind Jisoo to the kitchen, standing beside her as she prepared snacks for the movie. Your companionship even extended to the bathroom, but Jisoo promptly kicked you out, a move that spared her privacy momentarily. However, your attention quickly shifted as the sound of keys jingled at your front door. Rushing to greet the newcomer, you found Jennie entering. Without hesitation, you leaped into her arms, catching her off guard. Despite giggling at your antics, Jennie only managed to extricate herself when she needed to remove her jacket. Pouting, you reluctantly released her, but the moment she finished, you resumed your hugging spree not wanting to let her go.

Jisoo, having exited the bathroom, greeted Jennie and observed your clinginess. "She's really clingy today," Jisoo remarked.

"Maybe because we haven't seen each other in a while," Jennie replied, her affection for you evident. You were like her baby, and the feeling of missing you was mutual. Her heart ached from being away from her maknae for too long.

Turning your head, you noticed Jisoo again, and like a magnet, you gravitated toward her, hugging her as well. This prompted a sigh from Jisoo and a giggle from Jennie. "I was only gone for a couple of minutes, Y/n," Jisoo said, gently caressing your head.

You shook your head, complaining, "A couple of minutes too long," as you buried your head into Jisoo's chest, inhaling her comforting scent that brought you back to your trainee days. Jisoo had always been a source of comfort for you.

As the trio—consisting of you, Jennie, and Jisoo—headed towards the couch, Jisoo more waddled than walked due to your refusal to let her go. The sound of someone at the door suddenly caught your attention.

"Hello! Anybody home?" the voice called out. Excitement filled the air as you quickly let go of Jisoo, rushing towards the voice.

"Chaeyoung!" you exclaimed with pure excitement, rushing into her arms.

"Y/n!" she exclaimed back, dropping all the things in her hands to hug you tightly. "I missed you so much!" she continued, grabbing your face to observe you, turning it into a playful moment that left you looking like a fish, courtesy of her gentle squeezing. "My baby is beautiful as ever," she whispered, planting a sweet peck on your forehead.

Sighing in comfort, your face buried into her neck, and your legs wrapped around her waist. Chaeyoung didn't mind; she loved every moment of it, gladly carrying you to the living room where the other girls were.

Greeting them, Chaeyoung remarked, "Hey girls, Y/n is more clingy than usual, huh?" She questioned as she hugged them, even with you still attached to her.

"Yeaaa, she really misses us. She clung onto Jisoo and me for a while earlier too," Jennie updated Chaeyoung.

Chaeyoung settled in between Jisoo and Jennie, with you still comfortably on her lap. However, since Jennie and Jisoo were also around, you sought their warmth. You grabbed their hands and held on, sighing in comfort because almost all your favorite people were around you.

Just as you got comfortable, the sound of keys echoed near the door. Quickly letting go of Jennie and Jisoo's hands and getting off Chaeyoung's lap, you rushed towards the front door, excited that finally, all your favorite people were in the same room.

Lisa finished taking off her shoes, then noticed you opening your arms. "Y/n! My favorite member!" Lisa exclaimed as you ran into her arms, embracing her tightly. The rest of the girls in the living room chimed in with a offended "Hey!" Lisa giggled at their reply but still held onto you tightly as she made her way toward them, greeting each one. "Just to warn you, Y/n is very clingy today." Jisoo said.

"I can see that," Lisa replied, looking down at you in her arms and gently caressing your cheek.

"Y/n, are you ready to watch the movie?" Jennie questioned.

You hummed. "Wait, let me hug Lisa a little more," you said, eliciting giggles from the girls. Finally, you let Lisa go, and the movie began.

Throughout the entire movie, you sat in the middle, with Jisoo and Lisa on the floor, and Jennie and Chaeyoung on either side of you. You needed them to at least touch you in some sort of way, or else you would throw a fit. The girls understood you, and since you were their baby, they would do anything for you. While the movie played, everyone hugged your legs or arms, making you sigh contently in the warmth of their presence.

As the movie came to an end, everyone turned their attention to you, noticing your attempt to hold back tears. "Y/n, what's wrong?" Jennie asked with concern.

Tears fell as you answered, "I don't want you guys to leave yet."

"Oh, baby, it's okay. We'll sleep over, okay?" Chaeyoung reassured, attempting to comfort you as Lisa and Jisoo wiped away your tears.

"And we will cuddle with you all night long, okay?" Lisa added, making you nod with a smile.

"We love you, Y/n," Jisoo expressed, gently caressing your cheek.

"I love you guys too. Thank you for being here and dealing with my clinginess," you told them, feeling grateful.

The girls didn't mind. "You're our maknae; we would do anything for you," Chaeyoung said.

"Let's head to bed, yeah?" Jennie suggested, helping you up. The girls guided you towards your room, preparing for a cozy night.

"Can we hang out tomorrow?" you asked.

They all giggled. "Yes."

And with that, the girls entered your room, closing the door behind them, ready to enjoy a night filled with happiness and cuddles.

[scrtxai]

PERFUME - (YANDERE JENNIE X READER) PREVIEW

"Can you smell it?"

Her Chanel branded perfume stung inside my nose, feeling so dizzy that making only a nod is the answer for the cat eyed woman above me. Her chuckle slightly heard and the traces of one of her fingers on my collar neck.

I've been thinking about what she had done to that drink she offered just a while ago?

That drink…

The drink that I can't control myself…

I'm paralyzed, can't move nor push this woman away from me.

Her smirks get wider, biting her bottom lips while her cat eyes look at me full of something that I can describe well…

"Instead of smelling my perfume… Can you smell my desire for you, Mon Cherié?"

She whispered, red lips getting closer to mine only just seconds, attaching it hungrily. My body is getting hot.

Oh god…

What happened to me?...

My vision is getting blurry..

Only to feel her lips keep marking my neck, my skin…

CTTO Tenor

FULL STORY ON MY WATTPAD 

https://www.wattpad.com/story/343453996-perfume-yandere-jennie-kim

[yawn-junn]

Hiii could you please do a blackpink reaction to meeting their fem s/o for the first time (also could the s/o have tattos and is slightly chubby, but also muscular)

Thank youuuu

♡︎How you meet♡︎

(:̲̅:̲̅:[̲̅:★:]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅) (:̲̅:̲̅:[̲̅:A/N:]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅) (:̲̅:̲̅:[̲̅:★:]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅)

for sure although I'm not gonna specify what the reader looks like so you can imagine that bit I wanna make it as inclusive as I can

(:̲̅:̲̅:[̲̅:★:]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅) (:̲̅:̲̅:[̲̅:A/N:]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅) (:̲̅:̲̅:[̲̅:★:]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅)

TW:

(:̲̅:̲̅:[̲̅:★:]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅)  (:̲̅:̲̅:[̲̅:★:]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅)  (:̲̅:̲̅:[̲̅:★:]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅)

𝓙𝓮𝓷𝓷𝓲𝓮♪

You and Jennie met on set for her solo 'Solo' you were the makeup artist for the shoot and of course working on Jennies face caused you two to talk before you could leave and pack up for the day to go home Jennie tapped your arm and asked for you number and if she could take you on a date that weekend of course you agreed

𝓙𝓲𝓼𝓸𝓸♪

You and Jisoo met when she was making her solo album 'ME' you choreographed the dance for Flower of course you had to teach her the dance Wich caused you two to spend a lot of time together you asked her for coffee a month later and she agreed which is how the relationship between you and her started

𝓡𝓸𝓼𝓮́♪

You and rosé met when she was back in Australia you were visiting (unless your from there) and you two passed by each other on the street and had one of those cliché meetings of you guys accidentally bumping into one another and you spilling your coffee all over you she helped you clean it and offered to buy you a new one

𝓛𝓲𝓼𝓪♪

You and Lisa met before blackpink became a group everyone was still trainee's when you saw Lisa perform Infront of the staff from outside the door you fell in love with the way she danced so later that night you found her and asked her to help you improve on your dance luckily she was super sweet and you guys became friends then that friendship blossomed into love

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6-8-23

[asapjens]

you guys i’m so sorry :((( i’ve been so busy but WE’RE SO BACKK!!!!! any request????

[wonupatootie]

SVT Social Media AU Fic Recsᡣ𐭩 Part II

오늘 날씬 너를 많이 닮아 너에게 가는 길은 꽃길이 되고~

Main Recs Masterlist

➣Part I // Part II // Part III

MINORS DNI!!!!!!!

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Yoon Jeonghan

“Death By A Thousand Cuts” by @ssssssssssssscoups

Fem!reader || fluff, angst || Status: Completed

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･y/n loves books. she loves the way they make her feel any emotion, to get lost within the pages and words that suffocates her heart. jeonghan loves performing, loves the way his voice makes the public go wild. if they fall in love, will they fall out? 

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“Iris Beauty” by @wonunuu

Fem!reader || romance, fat angst, drama, comedy || Status: Completed

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･you and mina have been best friends for as long as you remember. after your parents passed from a horrible car accident, mina's parents kindly took you in, tending and caring for you as their own. at such a young age, you have learned the meaning of debt as this is your constant feeling towards your best friend and her parents. to compensate, you have showed them undoubtable loyalty, respect, love and kindness, just as they have showed you; you do everything they tell you without question. so when your best friend asks you to pretend to be her in meeting a guy she has been talking to online, your loyalty and trust are tested when you unintentionally develop feelings for him.

Hong Jisoo

“You Were Beautiful” by @viastro

Fem!reader || modernised cinderella au, strangers to lovers, humour, fluff, angst || Status: Completed

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･in which you and joshua meet through your love for boba popsicles, but end up living out your very own complicated, mess filled, cinderella story.

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“Love On The Air” by @suhnshinehaos

Gn!reader || uni au, childhood friends to ???, pining, fluff, angst || Status: Completed

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･joshua hong wants you to know how he feels about you, but god forbid he actually say it out loud. instead, he settles on the next best thing : dedicating a song to you every week on the campus radio. too bad you’re too dense to actually figure out it’s all for you.

Wen Junhui

“Moonlight” by @nonononranghaee

Based on Hidden Love, orange cat x black cat || Status: Completed

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･Jun as the boy who makes you believe in the existence of love

Lee Jihoon

“Yearning” by @jihoonotes

Gn!reader || sunshine x grumpy, fluff, humour, angst || Status: Completed

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･for yn it was love at first sight, but for jihoon it was annoyed at first sight.. oops?

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“FORELKSET” by @escapewriter

Fem!reader || idol au, fluff, humour, romance, slight angst || Status: Completed

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･a boring summer with you and your best friend led you both to do some dumb things, one being texting your number neighbor. however, things take a toll when your number neighbor isnt the person who they say they are.

Kim Mingyu

“My Melody” by @networkluvs

Gn!reader || college au, band au, strangers to lovers, slice of life, comedy, angst, fluff || Status: Completed

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･in which you become the muse of the overly cocky rising rockstar on campus, kim mingyu.

Xu Minghao

“What I Would Do!” by @sungbeam

Fem!reader || acquaintances to lovers, pining, fluff || Status: Completed

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･minghao is kinda sorta maybe in love with you, but he thinks you're so out of his league.

Boo Seungkwan

“Company Policy” by @whatsk-poppinhomies

Fem!reader || idol au, romance, fluff, drama, comedy, angst, smut || Status: Completed

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･Being an intern at Hybe was a dream come true for you. It was simply a summer program where you got to experience and be a part of the behind the scenes work that pushed the artists to the top. Three months working with some of the biggest k-pop artists, it wasn’t a big deal, that is until Boo Seungkwan entered your life and you both began to question the Company Policy.

Lee Chan

“PANG!” by @kkumawrites

Fem!reader || college au, strangers to friends to lovers, angst, drama || Status: Completed

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･You'd consider yourself a simple college student, a freshman who just wants to survive their first year - but things get complicated when you're suddenly falling for someone you definitely shouldn't be, especially since he has a girlfriend already.

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“The Fiancé” by @wondernus

ft. Pi Cheolin || est.relationship, romance, humour, mystery || Status: Completed

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･a mysterious pink fishing vest. a fiancé who wakes up in the middle of nowhere. and an upcoming wedding on the line. there's only so much you can take before you let your perfect future crumble before your eyes.

Unspecified End Game

“Choi Seungcheol Must Die” by @princessleechan

Fem!reader || Potential endgame: seungcheol, mingyu, seokmin, chan || college au, slight angst, romance, humour, eventual smut || Status:Completed

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･Mingyu wasn't the one with his heart broken. It was his little sister. And Seokmin's older sister. And Chan's best friend. Choi Seungcheol is a menace to society and needs to be put down. Immediately. The sure fire way to do it is to give him a taste of his own medicine: break his heart.

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“REDAMANCY” by @escapewriter

Fem!reader || Potential endgame: junhui, minghao || college au, slice of life, fluff, humour, romance || Status: Completed

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･your best friend was lucky enough to have two boys pining after her. you on the other hand were unluckyenough to be in love with one of them.

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“Newsflash!” by @cupidhaos

University harem, angst, humour, fluff, slice of life || Status: Completed

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･university life can be hard when you get caught up with the SVT boys

⤷“Move!” (sequel of Newsflash!)

University harem, angst, humour, fluff, slice of life, mystery || Status: Completed 

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･a new school year means new beginnings and new memories - but that can be hard with unfinished love stories in the way

Please let me know if the links have any problems~

[l2vedive]

DOUBLE TAKE w. joshua hong

wedding au ; kinda meeting the family trope + fluff and crack (730)

pairing: hong jisoo (joshua) x fem!reader

featuring: kim mingyu as your cousin

note: thought about this on a whim during a car ride to a wedding anniversary party i attended. enjoy !! please rb and like <3

you’re standing in a sea of pastel-dressed guests, the soft hum of chatter and clinking glasses filling the garden. it’s a beautiful evening—peach-coloured skies, fairy lights strung across trees, and the distant strains of a string quartet playing something vaguely familiar. you spot mingyu, your cousin and the groom of the lovely event, laughing with a few friends near the buffet table. he’s always been the golden boy of the family—charming, successful, and annoyingly smug about it.

and that’s when you see him.

joshua.

you’ve never personally met him before, only knowing about him during the wedding rehearsals as a former wedding singer about three years ago from one of the bride's band of bridesmaids. you thought to yourself about how with a face like that, how could anyone still be single. there’s no denial in that.

there was something about the way he carried himself while balancing a plate of hors d'oeuvres with an easy smile. he’s tall, lean, with a soft kind of confidence that doesn’t need to shout to be noticed. joshua looks up, and for a brief moment, your eyes meet.

your mind races. mingyu had spent the last week teasing you about being single, nudging you about how everyone in the family was settling down except you. “what’s taking so long? don’t you have anyone?” he’d asked with that insufferable grin.

and just like that, an idea blooms. a ridiculous one at that. a crazy idea that makes you hope would work despite not thinking about the logistics of it.

you make your way across the crowd, weaving through clusters of guests, until you’re standing right next to him. “hi,” you say, flashing your most disarming smile.

he glances at you, startled but polite. “uh, hi?”

“listen,” you lower your voice, leaning in slightly as you draw out the plan. “i know this is going to sound strange, but could you pretend to be my boyfriend? just for a moment. it’s complicated.”

joshua's brows shoot up in surprise, and you can see the gears turning in his head. “pretend ?” he echoes. “why?”

“i’ll explain later,” you promise, grabbing his arm before he can protest. “please, just trust me.”

before he can respond, you’re pulling him towards mingyu who is chatting up a few of the bride's own guests.

“gyu!” you call out in a tune, your voice bright and cheerful.

your cousin turns, grinning as always. “(your name), there you are!” he goes in for a hug before his eyes flicker to joshua, curiosity sparking. “and who’s this?”

you squeeze joshua’s arm lightly, as if urging him to play along. “this,” you announce with a casual confidence you don’t feel, “is joshua. my boyfriend .”

mingyu’s grin falters for a split second before he recovers. “boyfriend?” he repeats, a touch of disbelief colouring his tone.

“yes, boyfriend,” you reply smoothly, shooting mingyu a pointed look as if daring him to question you further.

joshua, to his credit, doesn’t miss a beat. the man next to you extends a hand, his expression friendly but calm. “nice to meet you, man. (your name) has told me a lot about you.”

mingyu shakes his hand, still looking slightly suspicious. “funny, she’s never mentioned you before.”

“oh, you know how she is,” joshua says with a laugh, playing along effortlessly. “always keeps me as her little secret.” you stand up a little bit straighter when you realise his hand has moved to rest on the small of your back.

you can’t help but feel a pang of gratitude for how natural he’s making this look.

but then mingyu’s eyes narrow, a sly grin creeping onto his face. “you must be serious if she’s introducing you now. what’s next? a wedding?”

you freeze, scrambling to think of an answer but joshua speaks up before you do. he chuckles, pulling you closer. “funny you should mention that,” he says, his tone light and teasing, “we’re actually engaged.”

“what ?! ” you and mingyu exclaim in unison, though for very different reasons.

you shoot joshua a wide-eyed look, but he just shrugs, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “you dragged me into this,” he whispers under his breath, lips barely moving, “might as well commit.”

mingyu looks utterly delighted. “engaged? well, this is news! congratulations, you two. shall i announce this during the toast? ooh, the family would be so glad to—,”

you cut him off before he could continue and eventually inform the rest of the guests about your endeavours. "everything's fine, thank you!"

“we’ll let you get back to hosting,” joshua says smoothly, steering you away from mingyu before the other man can protest.

once you’re safely out of earshot, you whirl around to face him. “engaged? really ? ”

joshua grins, entirely unapologetic. “what? you needed help, and it seemed like the logical next step.”

you stare at him, torn between annoyance and reluctant admiration. “you’re unbelievable.”

“and yet, you’re still holding my arm,” he points out, his smile softening.

“so, what’s the plan now, fiancée? ”

— please do not copy , translate or repost any of my works anywhere.

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[biscuitblinkeu]

Mischievous Woman [1]

Kim Jisoo x Fem!reader

Word Count: 7545

Prompt: In exchange for “gifts,” the village of Asakoshi sends a man to marry the female Kumiho residing in the village Highlands. You, a humble florist, take your brother’s place and are sacrificed and forced to marry Jisoo, a Kumiho, who could care less you're a woman or that you deceived her.

A/N: So here’s this— it kinda gives me IOTBS vibes lol. My sister actually requested I make a story like this, so I hope you guys enjoy it! Sorry it took so long to get out! But the picture though?! ❤️

Shallow, superficial, frivolous- Asakoshi

The village of Asakoshi was full of liars, cowards, thieves, and rapacious elders.

It wasn’t always like this. No, not before, when the village was a prosperous paradise (there’s no such thing as paradise, is there?), when people were humble and got by with what they had and could, when people smiled and didn't ask for more. When hearts were thought pure, where order was respected, where hierarchy didn't exist prominently, when the very thought of using weapons made people distressed. But deep down, greed was slowly growing in their hearts. They weren’t satisfied. There was always a need for more, more, more— and it was slowly tearing the society apart.

Perhaps things had become too predictable, too monotonous, and they started looking for excitement. Unbridled, malicious ecstasy. This enthusiasm was deceptive, disguised as a problem that made the people crave power— because power was required to rise and change. The town got addicted to fighting; governments fell apart, kingdoms arose, weaponry became a means of control, and Asakoshi's nature became chaotic.

 In the midst of the chaos, the Kumiho appeared.

The Kumiho were nine-tailed, half-human, half-fox spirits that were dubbed “saviors'' when they first appeared. They ended the fighting, alleviated some of the village's suffering, and came bearing gifts. The concept of gifts was enough for the people to ignore the Kumiho's appearance or their ravenous hunger, their diet consisting solely of the intestines of humans, and rarely, animals.

The villagers were to pay a price in exchange for the Kumiho's offerings, which included money, knowledge, healing, and fertility. The cost was significantly more. The Kumiho were given a sacrifice, which was usually a young boy or girl, or a man or woman. The victim was then thrown naked into the Highland forest, and the Kumiho were said to hunt them for food. And by doing so every several months, the villagers could prevent the Kumiho from slaughtering villagers to satisfy their hunger.

Over the years, the village settled down and the Kumiho continued to bestow gifts, and the humans continued to routinely offer sacrifices. There was a bump in the road; sacrificing two humans once a month was taking a toll on the population. The Kumiho and humans came to an agreement. 

Instead of offering a sacrifice, they would marry with the intention of merging the two races. Human and divine spirits would coexist. This strategy proved contentious since not all Kumihos chose to sustain themselves from eating humans, and not all Kumihos who don’t eat humans like them enough to marry them.

The Kumiho that ruled over the village present-day, looked for another husband. Another, because every potential man sent to marry has disappeared. The village speculates the ruling Kumiho kills them. However, the agreement was still in place, and perhaps the men sent to marry died from unknown, natural causes. 

Nonetheless, every few years a man is chosen to be married to the female Kumiho who lived in the Highland’s mountain forests— the land above the clouds, they called it, because it’s claimed to be so high up you could “walk on clouds,” and this has caused a shortage of young men in the village. Many parents and struggling families were eager to send their sons off to the Kumiho for reputation and to be lavishly rewarded by the village elder, as their decision would result in a new round of gifts from the Kumiho. 

…

In a village like this, flowers were your only escape. 

You were the village florist. You owned a popular shop in the market district where you made floral arrangements for special events and occasionally took on gardening jobs for clients. At home, you were the older sister to your two brothers, U-Jin and Seung-Min. The three of you lived alone due to your parents passing three years ago. Meaning when you were at work, U-Jin was taking care of Seung-Min at home. You trusted U-Jin with your youngest brother, as he was more responsible for his age due to your circumstances.

You were at your shop tending to customers and flowers when you heard horses whinny, you looked outside the window and froze briefly. Stilled, because it wasn’t just horses whinnying, the sound was accompanied by carriage wheels rolling over brick and gravel, as well as a man with a rich accent yelling halt! at the top of his lungs: a carriage man. You knew the elder (or, the village lord) was present. The village elder– a senile, crooked-toothed, balding man in charge of the village and the Kumiho Trade. It was rare, but on some occasions he would parade through the village– you believe he comes when he’s feeling good about something; sometimes gifts, or when he is a drunk fool– collecting debts or…sacrifices. Nonetheless, anytime he was around it meant misfortune. 

He never came out of the carriage, and this is further proved when two herculean guards exit instead. The village elder’s guard were tall, beefy men with stone-cold faces and intimidating stances. They were shaped like warriors– thus the name herculean guards.

The carriage was parked in front of a first floor shop with the owner's home on the second floor. One of the guards stayed back while the other approached the shop. You found it strange that that particular shop has been closed for the whole week, but now you’re sure it was because they had something due and were trying to lay low. The guard rapped on the door and it opened a few seconds later. A rather drowsy-looking man opened it, and the clumsy smile on his face– ready to greet who was at the door politely– disappeared instantly. 

The guard and the man conversed for a few minutes, the man’s bodily motions becoming strained and seemingly angry as time passed. You saw the man shake his head, and the guard handed him a paper. “I can’t pay this– it's twice as much as before!” The man shouted, loud enough for spectators to hear.

The guard stood stiffly as the man pleaded desperately, unwavering. The man rubbed his temples, looking at the paper. “I can’t pay this at this very moment– but– but I can–”

“Insolence will not be tolerated. You have shamed the elder; you must pay.” the guard spoke, his voice clear and bold. 

The man stammered, looking distraught. “No, I’d never shame the Elder– I wouldn't think of it! I-I’ve just been in a tough spot this month–” 

“You know what must be done. You have four days to leave the premises,” the guard finished, and went to turn away only to be stopped by a hand taking hold of his bicep, eyes peering up at him.

“Just give me a few days, please! I swear I’ll — Agh!” In a matter of seconds the man was pushed and thrown onto the ground harshly. He was left writhing in pain as the guard continued to the carriage. 

The crowd that had formed began to whisper and gossip, making the man return to his feet faster. He was flushed red in embarrassment, having been publicly humiliated. His glossy eyes glanced at the spectators before they snapped back to his feet. “Dammit!” He yelled, wiping his tears harshly before storming back inside, the door slamming shut behind him. 

You could only imagine what he must’ve been told. What he owed, and how much of it.

The guard re-entered the carriage after the other, and it bobbed with his weight. He stuck his head out the small window and spoke to the carriage man.

You chapped your hands free of dirt, wiping them on your apron as you watched the carriage man yah! again and jerk the reins with a pit in your stomach. Just like many other viewers and shopkeepers, you had left the store and watched the carriage go to its next destination. You all wondered which unfortunate soul would be next, hoping it wasn’t yourself or family. 

The carriage continued down the street and to the bottom of the subtle hill and you crooked your head to get a better view. The carriage was heading in the direction near your home. Nerves began to make your fingers feel numb. 

You told yourself it would stop before reaching it, that they were just visiting a family near, yet the carriage continued.

It rounded the corner and crossed the rickety wooden bridge, and you could vaguely see its silhouette passing through the trees. When you could no longer see it you were scrambling inside your shop to flip the sign to “closed,” ushering customers out with apologies spilling from your lips. After you locked up, you ran as fast as you could to your house. Your heart thundered in your ears, fear gagged your throat, and tunnel vision clouded your judgment. 

You were one of the two homes in that section of the village. You had to get home. 

Why would they turn the corner and cross the bridge if they weren’t visiting you or your neighbors? You paid your debt for this month — so it doesn’t make sense why they’d visit you.

In the past, in a time of desperation and uncertainty, the month after your parents passed, you took a loan from the elder. A loan that would take you almost a lifetime to pay off if you didn’t have a shop or somewhat steady income. You paid a margin of your debt every month, routinely and sternly to keep the elder away from your family. And on top of that, the costs that come with running a business. Without fail. So why? Has another spontaneous cost been thrown at you that you weren’t aware of? Or was it something worse?

Your home shortly came into view. As you approached you saw that the carriage was parked in between you and the neighbors home, empty, and you were uncertain which home they visited. You prayed it wasn’t yours.

Ignoring the burning sensation in your legs and lungs, you threw open your front door. “Minnie? U-Jin?” You called out breathlessly and received no answer. You opened their bedroom door— empty. You checked in your room, which too, was empty. You peaked out the backyard and there was no sign of them playing. But as you got closer to the kitchen, you heard quiet sniffling from the living room.

“Minnie? Is that you?” You called again and entered the living room.

A small body ran into your leg and let out a cry, short arms wrapped around the limb with a tight grip. You looked down and your heart clenched. Seung-Min’s charcoal eyes swam with tears. “Minnie is scared,” he sobbed, bawling the fabric of your pants in his small fist, his lip wobbling. 

You kneeled down and wiped his tears, frowning at his distress. “Scared of what, Seung-Min? Where’s U-Jin?”

He buried his face into your chest and pointed across the room. Promptly, a surge of anxiety ran down your spine when you directed your attention to where he pointed. You took in a rather sharp breath, unconsciously holding your brother tighter to you when you met sharp, green eyes. They regarded you with mirth from across the room, and on the couch was the village elder’s wife, Dong-Woo. 

U-Jin was being held back by a Herculean guard to her side. You took a step forward, “U-Jin—”

“Not so fast, dear. How lovely of you to join us,” came her croaky voice from her scarlet-painted lips. She was adorned in jewels and garments, her presence even more overbearing with the two herculean guards at her side. How you managed to not notice them right as you walked in made you even more unsettled. “Do not be so tense, child.” 

You stood up straight. “What is this about? My shop?”

"Oh, (Y/n), this is not about your shop’s monthly payment, but slightly about your debt, perhaps. Although, it is good that you keep up with the dates." She chuckled. "Today, on behalf of my husband, I've come to see you and your siblings about your yearly sacrifices." You almost scoffed at that. You knew all about the sacrifices, it's hard not to when the village has a celebration each year based on the sacrifices made and the gifts received. "Thanks for another war-free year!" or "To thanks we've been blessed!" They’d say, and you think it's all nonsense.

You weren’t one of them, never will be. You avoided making sacrifices, having no need for the “blessings” or “gifts” the so-called god in the Highlands distributes. You don’t need wellness, fortune, or anything of the sort (even if such things could help with your debts, get your brothers proper education other than from you, and enable them to eat better). You’re quite satisfied with your life at the moment, despite it not being the best, and your brothers are too. 

"My yearly sacrifices? You've already made me offer one last month." You replied bitterly and Dong-Woo hummed, curling her bony fingers around her cane. "That's right, you have. But I need more from you."

"Then what is it?" You demanded impatiently, frustrated. You just wanted them to leave.

Dong-Woo laughed once more, this time lifting the wooden stick to point at your brothers. "Well, I had a word from one of my guards in the Highlands and it seems our god uphill is looking for a groom this year instead of a sacrifice."

"What does that have to do with U-Jin and Seung-Min?" You murmured to yourself, and then— then it hit you. You looked up with wide eyes, mouth agape. "You can't possibly..."

"Yes, it's exactly that. I am in need of a young man for their groom, and I immediately thought about your sweet brothers."

Your eyes snapped back to a tearful U-Jin and your heart dropped to your stomach. Your brother was chosen? “He is only fourteen,” you stumbled, your shock apparent in your mannerisms and expression.

“I’m aware.” She smiled. You felt sick to your stomach, nauseous at the onslaught of emotions you're going through; strong feelings such as fear and worry. “I’m sure you know we are running out of men of age? They’re all dying on the battlefield or have no debts to me— that’s while we’re looking into a new crop, despite how low quality this crop can be. Those of you in debt are taking on a new role: you are completely suspendable to the Kumiho Trade.”

“He’s still just a boy,” you said stubbornly.

Dong Woo sighed in exasperation. “Listen here, dear. I don’t care. I have a business to run, one that the village depends on. He will marry the Kumiho, and you have no say in the matter,” she finished sharply. Dong-Woo stood up and glanced at her guards. “Take him,” she ordered strictly.

On her command, the guards grabbed U-Jin. U-Jin struggled in their hold, and Seung-Min began to cry harder next to you. You had to do something— anything. “Please! Don’t do this!” You cried. You reached for Ujin desperately, eager to grab him before he went too far away as the guards dragged him away. “I promise I’ll work even harder to pay the debts, just— just don’t take him away! Please,” you struggled to grab his hand through the thick bodies of the herculean guards.

“Get lost!” One said gruffly, trying to separate you from U-jin. You were yanked to the floor, suffering a bad blow to your back. “Stop— please, just stop,” you cried. And then, as your brother struggled in the guards' hold and followed behind Dong-Woo, an absurd thought crossed your mind. “L-Let me take his place,” you whispered helplessly. 

Your quiet voice reached one of the guards, and he paused. In this moment of hesitation, you got up and pushed through them. You ran in front of your brother, hands outstretched in a protective stance. You stared past the guards at Dong-Woo who had stopped because of the commotion. “I will take my brother’s place!”

At your rather loud declaration, the guards froze, Dong-Woo turned around, and U-Jin snapped his head to you in shock. A few tense seconds passed, the air charged with tension.

“What did you say?” Dong-Woo asked, stalking up to you, her guards parting ways for her. She stopped right in front of you. Her green eyes were narrowed into slits that cut into your soul and you gulped. “Speak!” She yelled.

You took a deep breath, leveling your stare with hers. “I said— I said I’ll take my brother’s place,” you told her. Your tongue felt like lead and your heart threatened to break out of your chest, but you would get your point across firmly. 

U-Jin tugged on your sleeve, his head shaking side to side rapidly. Tears swam in his eyes. “No— no (Y/n), you don’t know what you’re saying— I can go. You don’t—”

“Quiet!” She yelled, eyes snapping to U-Jin with a fire in them. He jumped and shut his mouth, but his grip on your sleeve didn’t loosen. Dong-Woo turned back to you, scrutinizing your face and chest. “You, take his place?” She scoffed. Dong-Woo took your chin in her hand, her grip tight, tilting your head side to side. She then took a bundle of your hair. “Too long,” she commented, lips pursed. She dropped it and stepped back. “We’ll have to make some adjustments,” she mumbled. “Are you really going to take his place? No— are you prepared to marry a Kumiho?”

“Yes.” No, you weren’t prepared, not in the slightest. But you were not going to let them take your brother, or let him live in fear, miss all of his younger years, and burden him with marriage, with the worries of death or being killed. You would carry that weight on your shoulders, take all of it from him if you could. You clenched your fist at your sides. “Yes. But in exchange I want my brothers free from our families debts— your protection, your word that you will never put them into the Kumiho Trade. I want them taken care of by a good nanny: fed, clothed, bathed and kept warm, as I will be unable to do those things when I’m gone.”

Dong-Woo didn’t reply for a while. The silence was broken when a chuckle escaped her throat, followed by a surge of hearty laughter. She wiped her tears when she was done. “Amusing! You are so very amusing, you are. Even so…who are you to make demands of me?”

“I am nobody,” you replied simply, eyes trained on your brothers who watched the exchange with wide open mouths.

“Yes; A nobody!” Dong-Woo spat. She moved in closer, her face practically touching yours, and you had to suppress the urge to flinch. You held your ground, refusing to give into her intimidation tactics. She was stronger than you— much stronger. “I will comply, but just know, if you fail to be wedded to the Kumiho things will not go well for your family.”

You nodded.

Dong-Woo smiled crookedly. “But I suppose this could work— having a woman go in the place of a man. It will be an experiment; one that I will bet on— even if it’s absurd.” Dong-Woo retreated to the doorway, throwing her guards a look. “Send a Nanny over immediately. And take care of the rest of her demands; I keep my word. We leave for the Highlands at midnight. We will have to give our “groom” a makeover.” Dong-Woo left shortly, allowing you a few moments with your brothers.

Once alone, save for the guards at the door, U-Jin pulled on your forearm, frowning deeply. “(Y/n) you can’t go. How will I know you’re okay? That you’re not dead? What if they hurt you? I can’t lose you like mom and dad, please.” 

“I won’t let anything happen to me,” you promised, smiling shakily at him. You took his face in between your hands and brushed away a couple stray strands of his unruly bangs. Next to you, Seung-Min shook his head rapidly, his crying breaking your heart. “Minnie doesn’t want you to go,” he whispered. At this you leaned down and kissed his head. “I’ll try to contact you guys, okay?”

“But—”

“If I'm alive, I'll send a letter or come visit when I can within a month. If there's no sign of me or a letter...then I'm probably gone and the Kumiho killed me." You told them both, wiping Minnie's cheeks dry with your sleeve. He didn't say anything but sniffled lightly, nodding at your fifty-fifty reassurance. You pulled him and U-Jin into your embrace once more and then let out a shaky breath, biting your lip and squeezing your eyes shut as you felt more tears glide down your cheeks. In the background, one of the guards called out a timely reminder of one minute left. At that, you stepped away from them reluctantly, and when you pulled away and let your siblings go, you looked at each of them in turn.

Their faces were red, tear-stained and swollen from crying. Your lips threatened to upturn into a frown then, but you had to stay strong. "I love you both very much, and I'll miss you. Be good and stay safe while you wait for news. Don't worry too much either and make sure not to leave the house unless it's to attend the church or being with your friends." You started going over your rules and worries, things they should know and be prepared for. "And U-Jin, please watch your brother well, be with each other at all times. Right now, make sure you both eat and go to bed—"

"Get moving now!" Came the guard’s deep voice. 

You gave a fleeting hug to your little brother before the guards escorted you out the house. You then entered the carriage, and watched as your home got farther and farther with a pit in your stomach. Your legs shake heavily underneath you as you step out your house and onto the brick street, your eyes averted downward from the carriage you approach. Once you're near enough, the soldiers grab a hold of your wrists and tug you forward. "Come on girl. We don't have all day for this, you have a very important job." He growled, and before you knew it—you were being roughly pushed into the fabric-topped wagon.

…

This “make-over” Dong-Woo spoke of took place in public, just at the village's exit.

All you knew was that one second you were in the carriage, the next thrown out onto the cobblestone. Around you, male and female servants gathered, all holding objects and pales of water and such.

In a matter of moments, they began stripping you of your apron and clothes without a care about the temperature, or how you would feel—disgusted and embarrassed in front of their eyes. You swear there were a few taking you in, shamelessly checking every inch of your body when you were practically naked.

You were then pushed into a small chair, and a maid came up behind you with a pair of scissors. She was going to cut your gorgeous hair. “Don’t, please.” You said weakly. 

The rather old maid appeared startled at your voice before she glared at you. Without a word, she took the scissors and began to cut. With each snip your hair fell to the floor. The result was quite strange— seeing yourself without long hair. Your hair was shorter than before— cut just above your shoulders. 

After, they held you still while scrubbing at your body with harsh cloths, leaving your skin all red and raw, sensitive to the touch.

You squirmed, whined, and cried throughout the process because it was painful. Nothing came of it, of course, your protests and yells were ignored. You were practically tossed around like a doll belonging to a child who didn't know how to take care of it; tainted, changed, and ruined. What really broke you was the fact that they even cleaned, washed, and groomed you in places only your lover would be able to see—all right in the open. They violated you without care or consent, and if they did care, it was only about cleansing the filth from your body.

"You must make yourself presentable, you must be pure." The servants chanted over and over; again and again. It was almost as if they were possessed, really, or in this case mildly obsessed with getting a blessing out of your sacrifice, because even if you weren't accepted as a suitable bride they'd still get something out of it by offering you. Right after the cleaning, a few more of the village servants emerged holding garments, cosmetics, and types of accessories you’ve never seen before.

"Wrap her chest!"

"Attend to her hair!"

"Wash her mouth!"

By the end, they dressed you in male clothes: trousers, an upper garment, vest, and overcoat. A hat was put on your head and a short veil fell from the front, covering half of your face to distract those from the fact you were a woman. As it was custom, they made adjustments throughout and tailored the bridal clothes to make them easily accessible to be removed, or to put back on. (Something you didn't want to dwell on why.)

During the time they did this, they talked loudly about things. They talked about the wedding, of course, and the mysterious Kumiho residing in the highlands, but also about other events taking place during the ceremony. Some of them were scandalous. Others were highly improper. Nonetheless it all proved to make you feel worse. 

When you were done with the makeover, Dong-Woo appeared and you were back in the carriage, on the way up to the Highlands. It was pitch dark.

You sat across Dong-Woo, who was flanked by her Herculean guards. There was a silence after the carriage began to move, and you shifted around awkwardly. It was suffocating, sitting across from them and knowing you might never see your family again. 

Dong-Woo let out a sigh, looking at you. “I believe this might work. Other than your face, you could pass as a man. Besides, men can have pretty faces too,” Dong-Woo mused.

You looked at her and forced a smile, your eyes returning to the small window shortly. You were somewhat toned from yard work, your voice deeper than most women your age. You watched the carriage’s journey up the hill, the sun sinking lower and lower as time passed. As you got higher up, the greenery became more dense, and a fog rolled on the surface of the ground, becoming thicker and thicker. The temperature dropped quite a bit as well.

“It gets worse every year, doesn’t it?” Dong-Woo muttered, shaking her head. She noticed the troubled expression on your face. “Tell me; What is on your mind?”

“…How will I know where to go in this thick fog?” You asked.

“It is a test. You will find the Kumiho– or she will find you.” She said, a slow, grim smile spreading across her lips as she looked out the window. That is, if you survive in the forest long enough to be found. Perhaps if you are found, there was still a chance you’d be mistaken for a meal. It was unclear whether this Kumiho ate humans, after all. 

You nodded and clenched your fist in your lap, swallowing down a stubborn lump in your throat. You opted to not look at the window,  allowing yourself to save your energy for when you were really going to be challenged. You ended up falling asleep, however, it was not long before you were jerked awake by the carriage's shaky stop.

“We are here,” Dong-Woo informed. 

The carriage stopped in a dirt clearing, where a black flag was posted. 

“Out you go,” Dong-Woo said, throwing a dismissive hand in your direction.

When you didn’t move quick enough, one of the guards growled in warning. You left the carriage, and were immediately hit with the cool air outside. You shivered, looking around wearily.

You flinched when the door shut behind you with a clack and Dong-Woo moved to the other side of the carriage. In doing so, she saw the contemplation on one of her guard’s faces.

“What is it? Why the long face,” Dong-Woo scowled, looking at the guard to her right.

“What if the Kumiho becomes displeased with us if she finds out her husband is a woman in disguise.”

“…The Kumiho will accept our sacrifice.”

“But—”

“Hush! It is fine. If the Kumiho does manage to find out she is female– she will be ripped apart; it is but another meal for the god. Do you question me?”

“I wouldn’t think of it, mam.”

“Good. Now, let us go. I have much to do. Much to prepare. Gifts will be coming soon.”

You watched the carriage ride off into the fog with a heavy heart. Now you were truly alone. Left in the bitter cold; in darkness. You sucked in a breath and looked around. The forest wasn’t particularly inviting. The trees twisted oddly, and the branches reached out for you hungrily, almost beckoning you into their depths. The foggy mist made the forest seem alive, a part of nature itself; a living being, breathing. It seemed eerie, as though the forest was preying on you. A gust of wind rustled through the underbrush nearby, sending some leaves skittering over the path you had taken.

You chose to walk in a straight line, so you’d only have to turn around to go back where you started. 

That was the plan until it seemed like you were walking in a circle, each time ending up back where you started. The forest had to be enchanted by the Kumiho. Or maybe you just had no sense of direction in the fog. You simply did not have the patience or energy to deal with this situation calmly. In all honesty you were worried. You could be eaten or attacked by some wild animal, and for worse, the Kumiho finds you and kills you. You’d never have a chance to see your brothers again. 

You tripped on an exposed root, scraping your palms and bruising your knees through your trousers. You hissed, feeling tears threaten to fall. It sucked. It really did. 

Just when you were going to break down and give up, you heard voices. You stilled, listening to the crunching of leaves and twigs: someone walking, and the chatter of two individuals. The voices were child-like, and it soothed your nerves slightly.

 “...will be very angry with us if we don’t find him.”

“L-Let’s just keep looking, alright? I heard something over there…”

Their footsteps began to fade, and in desperation, you followed the voices. You ran in the direction you believed you heard them, but there were no more sounds. No voices, no footsteps, nor animals or crickets buzzing. It was an odd silence, and it made you tense. You continued to walk. Those people couldn’t have gotten that far, so where were they? Were you imagining things? 

The more you looked for the owners of the voices the more you believed you were going crazy. 

Drowning yourself in your thoughts, mindlessly walking, you were startled when two children simply appeared in front of you. A high-pitched yelp left you as you stumbled backwards in shock. 

“Found ya’!” The little girl giggled, clapping her hands as she bounced up and down. The bell in her hair jingled as she did so.

“More like he found us…” the boy muttered, hand wrapping around your own hand gingerly. 

You looked at him, speaking in a slightly lower tone. “Who…who are you two?”

“Ah — me? I’m Keo-woo!” The girl answered, taking your other hand. The girl had black hair, it was tied into a ponytail with a white ribbon. She wore a white mask that concealed her identity, and black lines — much like children scribbling — created a clumsy face: two black eyes and a smile. 

“Jiseul…” The boy answered quietly, peering at you through his dark bangs. He too, wore a mask, except it was cracked open on one side, allowing you to see part of his face and one of his black eyes. The mask was painted with seemingly random black circles and streaks, the color an off-white.

“We’re servants of the Kumiho, sent to find you,” Keo-woo said.

You nodded slowly, anxiety creeping into your bones once again. 

“We’re sorry it took so long to find you,” the girl said, dipping her head. “Jisoo wasn’t feeling…well. But now we’re here!” 

“Jisoo?” You asked. 

“The kumiho; her name.”

“Ah,” you said, nodding. You allowed the little kids to lead you wherever they pleased, they seemed to know where they’re going. 

“You’re oddly quiet,” Keo-woo mused, swinging your arms. “Don’t you have any questions?” 

“…I’m allowed to ask?”

“Yes, silly!”

“Does the Kumiho eat…humans?”

“I don’t know,” she answered. Your stomach lurched. 

You noticed a small trickling sound nearby, a water source. Through the fog, barely visible, it looked like a wooden house, its foggy torches creating a dull glow. 

The children stopped in front of it. “This is where we are to take you,” Keo-woo said. 

“Here?” You asked, slightly perplexed. This didn’t look like the stories you’ve heard, if it was the Kumiho’s home. It looked more like a servant quarters or a small residence.

“What a surprise that you aren’t dead somewhere,” a voice suddenly rang in your ears, far sounding. As the voice spoke, you noticed the Kumiho’s servants disappeared without a sound. They were no longer holding your hands, or anywhere in sight.

"You were crying, darling?" The voice spoke again. It seemed sweet, yet carried a hint of malicious amusement. "Is it because your clothes have been ruined? Fear not, I shall fix it soon enough, but it is nothing more than something to shield you." You tensed up at the sound, almost breaking your neck with how frantically you looked around for where it came from.

There was nothing more than trees and fog around you. But you didn't care about the clothes. Not at all. Although you cared who was speaking. Behind you, you felt arms circle your waist out of nowhere, and you were pulled back against someone's chest. 

When you tried to look behind, squirming in their embrace, a hand was placed on your neck, squeezing at your pulse lightly. A warning. They could snap or puncture your neck within a heartbeat, seemingly, and as you glanced down and noticed slim razor-sharp nails denting against the column of your throat. Not to mention the tips of their fingers were painted a dark maroon that trailed up their wrist. It looked awfully like stained blood.

You swallowed thickly, keeping your head forward. A light voice was heard then, all soft, undeniably sweet, and disgustingly carefree in terms of the moment at hand. "You're being obedient, and I like that. They spoke again, teasingly putting more pressure on your throat to the point you were scared their nails would puncture your skin. 

"I haven't got much time to play with you, sadly. Now, how about I take you somewhere better? I can't have my husband catching a cold. Humans are truly fragile beings." Now that the voice was closer it sounded smooth, slightly commanding, and you felt your cheeks warm up slightly from the alluring tone. In an instant, time seemed to slow and the world around them began to stretch vividly, almost warping, and you found yourself teleported to an empty room.

You fell to the floor once the warp was completed, feeling dizzy and unstable. You looked up, and staring at you was a figure wearing a fox mask that covered their whole face, and dressed in robes of black, gold, white, and red.  

The mask itself was white, and red marks and inscriptions sat below the eye of it, the eyes thin and slanted in a way that portrayed trickery, amusement, or a taunt-like manner. The muzzle of it protruded, and black-outlined lips curved upward into a sneering grin. 

Attached to the Kumiho’s dark hair was a pair of fox ears; white fox ears, and behind their back, nine white tails swished lazily. It definitely was a sight.

Your breath caught in your throat, and you backed up against the headboard behind you, lips parted slightly. 

The figure shook their head disapprovingly at your behavior, crossing their arms. "Why are you so scared, my love?" They asked, tilting their head.

When they took a step forward you grabbed the nearest pillow on the bed, holding it up in defense (even if you know it won’t do much). You didn’t respond, nor make any attempt to talk with how bad you were trembling, and because your voice could give you away. Yet, as soon as you realized this must be the “god,” and the thought of marriage came to your mind again, you released a pathetic noise, opening your mouth. “Please don’t kill me,” you spoke quietly, forcing an unnaturally deep voice that hurt your throat.

“Now why would I when you are my husband? Is that what you’re worried about?” You nodded rapidly, and they laughed. Their tails swished behind them out of pure excitement, almost like a dog wagging its tail. 

They brought their hands up, unclamping the mask and throwing it to the side. You watched it fall to the ground, and your eyes stayed there. Now you were even more scared, because what if their face was more frightening than their appearance? Nonetheless, as they took a step closer to the bed where you cowered, you glanced up at them— and it was a lot.

You were rendered speechless, unable to look away.

They weren’t ugly; they didn't have black, beady eyes. They didn’t have protruding cheekbones or major inhuman features. What they did have, however, was the normal appearance of a female human. Yet, at the same time it was something foreign to you, their beauty was out of this world.

She had dark brown eyes, almost black. Her hair was long and flowy, chestnut in color. Symmetrical beauty marks sat just next to the corners of both her eyes, and her facial structure was the perfect ratio, their skin smooth and honey-like. They had rosy, bow-shaped lips that stretched into a wide grin. If someone didn’t know better they’d call her an angel based on appearance alone.

It’s laughable, if those villagers must've been stupid to believe such, because standing here was nothing close to a deity— or angel for that matter. The only thing that relates is their powers, of course, but otherwise, they should be deemed as a demon; A Kumiho.

As you met their gaze, they smiled, their teeth displaying sharp canine fangs that made you visibly shiver. “It's a shame you think of me like that, because what you should be worried about instead is the condition of your body. “They’ve drugged you, haven’t they? I’m surprised you haven’t succumbed to the full effects yet,” she continued, nitpicking over you, and all the more so came closer till she was standing at the edge of the bed. 

Without warning, your ankle was grabbed and you were swiftly pulled towards the demon, her grip strong and unyielding. You tried to prevent it: burying your fingers into the bedsheets and clawing at them, but they were silk. Of course they were silk. The smooth fabric made it all the easier for the fox demon to slide you across the mattress because you couldn’t grip anything.

You found yourself face to face with the Kumiho. Another whimper left your lips, you were completely terrified. “Wait!” You gasped, dropping the imitated voice in the face of panic. “I was— just fine over there— please stop!” It began to sink in that you revealed your voice, and you froze.

The Kumiho faltered, raising their eyebrows at the change. She brought her hand up swiftly to lift up your veil, revealing your face that was so desperately covered. “Oh my,” she whispered, her voice containing more awe than shock. She was almost enamored, and you shrunk under her intense gaze. “Aren’t you just a pretty thing?” She said, taking in your features. You were mesmerizing, although you weren't the only thing that was. 

Your stomach dropped, and you had the urge, the sudden fight or flight instinct to run. Your hands twitched at your sides, and you were ready to shove— but you didn’t. The grip on your ankle was still there, warm and noticeable, and even if you worked your way out, how far would you even get? You could get lost, too.

Not to mention that the deity in front of you was someone all-powerful, with claws, sharp teeth, and most likely held powers other than teleportation that were unknown to you. Hence, there was no solution. You were really fucked.

Maybe this is truly where you die.

“I’m sorry for lying,” you blurted. “It was the village Lord— I really didn’t have a choice. I’m sorry, I’m really so sorry. I have two brothers to return to, and if I’m gone for too long or if you kill me they’ll get sold off or— who knows what,” you explained desperately. “I know I’m not a man, but please forgive me god—”

"Jisoo," The Kumiho interrupted.

"I’m sorry?"

"Call me Jisoo, if you say my name. Not god, that name is not what I am."

Yes, but what does that matter at the moment? You wondered. Is she taunting you? Making you say her name before you actually die?

"I—"

"Do you understand?"

"Yes, yes of course. I do. But…Jisoo, are you going to kill me now?"

"I already told you that I wouldn't." Jisoo reminds you, her eyes softening. "Do you wish for death that much, darling?"

You closed your mouth for a moment. You shook your head. “No I don’t,” you answered. “It’s just— I deceived you. Wouldn’t it be right for you to kill me?” You believe you should just shut your mouth, stop talking, but your mind is whirring and you're talking without any care. “You’re looking for a husband, a handsome man— and I’m not a man.”

"It doesn't matter what gender you are, nor how you look. You can still be my husband nonetheless. I rather like you, and I believe you're perfect for the role." Jisoo begged to differ. She reached out to caress your cheek, and you slapped her hand away.

"You know that's absurd." You scoffed, in disbelief.

The demon's fox ears flickered with irritation. "Is it really? Or is that just forbidden in your village?"

"It is," you answered quietly, "If you marry a woman you won't be able to be happy in any sort."

“Well, how do you know you can’t be happy with a woman? Have you ever done it with a woman?”

You bit your lip and looked to the side, eyes flickering everywhere except her. “Of course not,” you replied quietly. 

You had little knowledge on how it was done – as you've never done it before – and would rather keep it so. Being with a woman means you can’t have children; that you would be shunned; it’s considered taboo, and it’s just wrong.

Jisoo seemed to grin at that, much wider than before. She leaned in close, her hands moving up from your ankles before resting on your thighs firmly. “Shall I show you how it is, then, darling? Would you let me be the first to deflower you?”

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Frozen Flame

Synopsis: A college student's long-held crush on Jisoo culminates in a passionate encounter, igniting a fiery romance that awakens deep desires and intimate connections.

Word count:4.2K

This was requested and if any of you guys do have requests of the girls , please do let me know and I promise I will try my best.

The campus was alive with its usual energy—a mix of laughter, conversations, and the sounds of footsteps echoing off the pavement. You were sitting on a bench near the art building, your sketchpad open in your lap, though your pencil had long since stilled. The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the lawn, bathing everything in a warm, golden light, but your thoughts were elsewhere.

It had been another typical day, filled with classes and the usual interactions, but it was hard to ignore the ever-present undercurrent of tension that seemed to linger in the air whenever she was around. Jisoo. The raven-haired beauty who had a way of commanding attention without ever asking for it, who moved through life with a cool, collected demeanor that made her seem untouchable.

You had admired her from afar for a long time now—admired, and maybe even something more. But getting close to Jisoo was like trying to get close to a glacier; she was distant, impenetrable, and just when you thought you might be getting somewhere, she would retreat into herself, leaving you questioning everything. Even though you shared some classes and had mutual friends, Jisoo had always kept you at a distance, her interactions with you minimal, almost perfunctory.

— — — — —

Your best friend, Lisa, often teased you about your "cold crush," as she called it, though she knew better than anyone how much it affected you. Lisa was the opposite of Jisoo in every way—bright, bubbly, and always full of energy. The two of you had been inseparable since your first year at university, and she was one of the few people who knew about your feelings for Jisoo.

Today, Lisa had dragged you to a campus event, a small exhibition featuring the work of local artists. It wasn't really your thing, but Lisa was enthusiastic, and you never could say no to her. Now, as you sat waiting for Lisa to return from a snack run, your mind wandered back to the one person you couldn't stop thinking about.

You hadn't seen Jisoo at the exhibition, but that wasn't surprising. She didn't attend many social events, preferring to keep to herself or hang out with her close-knit group of friends—Jennie and Rosé. The three of them were practically inseparable, and you often caught glimpses of them together, laughing at some inside joke or deep in conversation. Jennie was the more outgoing of the trio, with a sharp wit and a playful demeanor that contrasted with Jisoo's reserved nature. Rosé was warm and kind, with a soft-spoken charm that drew people in. They were as close as sisters, and you couldn't help but envy the ease with which they interacted with Jisoo.

You sighed, staring down at your sketchpad. You had tried to draw, to distract yourself from your thoughts, but the blank page was a testament to your inability to focus. It was always like this when Jisoo was on your mind—an endless loop of what-ifs and maybes that left you feeling more confused than ever.

"Hey, Y/N! I got us some snacks!"

Lisa's cheerful voice broke through your reverie, and you looked up to see her bounding toward you, a bag of chips in one hand and a couple of drinks in the other. She flashed you a bright smile as she plopped down on the bench beside you, handing you one of the drinks.

"Thanks," you said, offering her a small smile in return.

Lisa took a sip of her drink before nudging you with her elbow. "You look like you're a million miles away. Thinking about a certain someone, perhaps?"

You rolled your eyes, but you couldn't help the small smile that tugged at your lips. "Am I that obvious?"

"Only to someone who knows you as well as I do," Lisa said with a grin. "Come on, spill. Did you see her today?"

You shook your head, your smile fading slightly. "No. I haven't seen her since yesterday."

Lisa frowned, concern flickering in her eyes. "Y/N, you've got to stop torturing yourself like this. I know you like her, but if she's not making any moves..."

"I know," you cut in, not wanting to hear the rest. Lisa was right, of course. Jisoo wasn't making any moves, and yet, you couldn't seem to let go. "It's just... complicated."

"It doesn't have to be," Lisa said softly, her tone more serious now. "You deserve someone who's going to be there for you, someone who won't keep you guessing."

You nodded, though deep down, you knew it wasn't that simple. Jisoo might have been distant, but there were moments—brief, fleeting moments—when you thought you saw something in her eyes, something that made you believe she felt the same way. But those moments were rare, and they left you more confused than ever.

"Anyway," Lisa said, clearly sensing that you didn't want to dwell on the subject, "let's focus on something else. How about we check out the rest of the exhibition? I heard there's some really cool stuff in the next room."

You nodded, grateful for the distraction. "Sure, let's go."

— — — — —

The two of you stood up, and as you made your way through the exhibition, you did your best to push thoughts of Jisoo out of your mind. But it wasn't easy, especially when you knew that at any moment, you could turn a corner and see her with Jennie and Rosé, laughing and talking as if the world outside their little trio didn't exist.

The evening passed in a blur of art and conversation, and by the time you and Lisa left the exhibition, the sun had dipped below the horizon, leaving the campus bathed in twilight. As you walked back to your dorm, you felt a little lighter, the weight of your earlier thoughts easing somewhat.

"Thanks for dragging me out tonight," you said to Lisa as you reached your building. "I needed that."

"Anytime," Lisa said with a smile. "Just remember, I'm here for you, okay? No matter what happens with Jisoo, you've got me."

You smiled, touched by her words. "I know. Thanks, Lisa."

As you made your way up to your room, you couldn't help but wonder what Jisoo was doing right now. Was she with Jennie and Rosé, laughing and talking, or was she alone in her room, lost in her own thoughts? The thought of her alone made your heart ache, but you quickly pushed it aside. Jisoo had chosen to keep her distance, and you had to respect that, no matter how much it hurt.

— — — — —

The next day was a blur of classes and assignments, and you tried to keep your focus on your work. But as the day wore on, you found yourself thinking about Jisoo again. It was like a compulsion, this need to see her, to be near her, even if she barely acknowledged your presence.

It was late afternoon when you finally saw her. You were sitting outside the library, going over some notes, when you caught sight of Jisoo walking across the courtyard with Jennie and Rosé. They were deep in conversation, and Jisoo's expression was as unreadable as ever. She didn't notice you, or if she did, she gave no indication.

You watched them for a moment, your heart sinking as you took in the easy camaraderie between the three of them. Jennie was talking animatedly, her hands gesturing as she spoke, while Rosé laughed at something Jennie said. Jisoo was more reserved, but there was a small smile on her lips, one that made your chest tighten.

Just as you were about to look away, Jennie said something that made Jisoo glance in your direction. For a split second, your eyes met, and in that brief moment, you saw something in her gaze—something dark, something intense. But before you could even process it, Jisoo looked away, her expression unreadable once more.

You sighed, your heart heavy as you watched them walk away. You couldn't keep doing this to yourself, couldn't keep hoping for something that might never happen. But even as you told yourself this, you knew you were lying. You weren't ready to give up on Jisoo, not yet.

— — — — —

Later that evening, you were in your dorm room, trying to finish an assignment, when your phone buzzed with a message. You glanced at the screen, your heart skipping a beat when you saw Lisa's name.

LalaLisa: Hey, wanna grab a late-night snack? I'm starving!

You smiled, grateful for the distraction.

You: Sure, meet you at the usual spot?

LalaLisa: Yep! Be there in 10.

You quickly gathered your things and headed out, the cool night air refreshing as you made your way to the café where you and Lisa often met. It was a small, cozy place, open late to cater to the night owls on campus, and it had become a favorite spot of yours.

When you arrived, Lisa was already there, sitting at a table near the window. She waved at you as you entered, and you quickly joined her, sliding into the seat across from her.

"How's it going?" Lisa asked, flashing you a bright smile as she pushed a menu across the table.

You returned the smile, though it didn't quite reach your eyes. "It's been a day," you said with a sigh. "I'm trying to get this assignment done, but my mind is all over the place."

Lisa gave you a knowing look, her expression softening. "Still thinking about her?"

You nodded, not trusting yourself to say more. Lisa didn't press, instead changing the subject to something light and trivial as you both ordered some snacks. The café was quiet, with only a few other students scattered around, their voices a low murmur in the background. It was the kind of atmosphere that usually helped you relax, but tonight, it felt like something was pressing down on you, making it hard to breathe.

As you sat there, stirring your drink absentmindedly, the door to the café opened, and you glanced up out of habit. Your breath caught in your throat when you saw who had just walked in. Jisoo, Jennie, and Rosé. Of course, they would be here—it was one of the few places on campus that was still open late.

The three of them were laughing about something, Jennie nudging Jisoo playfully while Rosé tried to shush them, clearly aware of the quiet atmosphere in the café. They hadn't noticed you yet, but you felt your heart rate quicken as they approached the counter to order.

Lisa followed your gaze, her eyes widening slightly when she saw who it was. "Oh boy," she muttered, glancing back at you. "You okay?"

You forced a nod, trying to keep your expression neutral. "Yeah, I'm fine."

But you weren't fine. You were anything but fine. The mere sight of Jisoo, so close yet so far, was enough to send your emotions spiraling. You wanted to look away, to focus on anything else, but your eyes were glued to her, to the way she leaned against the counter, her posture relaxed yet somehow distant, as if she was there but not really present.

Just as you were about to tear your gaze away, Jennie's eyes flicked in your direction, and she nudged Jisoo with her elbow. Jisoo looked up, following Jennie's gaze, and her eyes landed on you. For a moment, everything else faded away—the low hum of conversation, the clinking of glasses, even the presence of Lisa beside you. It was just you and Jisoo, locked in a gaze that felt like it could burn right through you.

There was something in Jisoo's eyes, something dark and unreadable. It wasn't the first time you had seen that look, but it was the first time you felt like it might actually mean something. For a split second, you thought she might come over, might say something, anything, but instead, she looked away, her expression closing off as quickly as it had opened.

You felt a pang of disappointment, but it was quickly overshadowed by the flutter of nerves in your stomach. You hadn't expected her to come over, hadn't expected anything, really, but it still hurt. And yet, as much as it hurt, it also made you wonder—what was holding her back? What was she so afraid of?

Jennie and Rosé seemed oblivious to the tension, chatting away as they grabbed their drinks and headed to a table on the other side of the café. Jisoo followed, her movements almost mechanical, as if she were just going through the motions. You watched her go, your heart heavy with the weight of everything unsaid.

Lisa's voice broke through your thoughts. "That was... intense," she said quietly, her eyes searching your face for any sign of how you were feeling.

You let out a shaky breath, trying to gather your thoughts. "Yeah," you murmured. "I don't know what to do, Lisa. I just... I don't know."

Lisa reached across the table, giving your hand a reassuring squeeze. "Maybe it's time to make a move," she suggested gently. "I know it's scary, but if you don't, you're just going to keep torturing yourself like this. You deserve to know where you stand."

You knew she was right, but the thought of confronting Jisoo, of laying your feelings bare, terrified you. What if she didn't feel the same way? What if she did, but couldn't admit it? There were too many variables, too many unknowns, and it was enough to make your head spin.

But as you sat there, your eyes drifting back to where Jisoo was sitting with Jennie and Rosé, laughing at something Jennie said, you realized that you couldn't keep living in this limbo. You had to do something, anything, to break the cycle.

"I'll think about it," you said finally, meeting Lisa's gaze. "But not tonight. I just... I need to clear my head."

Lisa nodded, understanding in her eyes. "Of course. No pressure. Just remember, whatever happens, I've got your back."

You smiled, grateful for her support. "Thanks, Lisa. I don't know what I'd do without you."

The two of you stayed for a while longer, the conversation light and easy, though your mind kept drifting back to Jisoo. As you finally got up to leave, you couldn't resist one last glance in her direction. She was watching you, her eyes following your every move, and for a moment, you thought you saw something flicker in her gaze—something like longing, or maybe even regret. But before you could fully process it, she looked away, her expression unreadable once more.

— — — — —

The next few days passed in a blur. You threw yourself into your studies, trying to keep busy, trying to ignore the nagging thoughts of Jisoo that refused to leave you alone. But it was no use. She was always there, in the back of your mind, a constant, inescapable presence.

Lisa noticed, of course. She always did. But she didn't push, didn't ask questions, just offered her quiet support in the way only she could. It helped, but only a little. Because no matter what you did, you couldn't shake the feeling that something was coming, something you couldn't avoid.

It was late one evening when everything finally came to a head. You were in the library, trying to finish an essay that was due the next day, when you heard someone approaching. You looked up, expecting to see Lisa or maybe one of your classmates, but your heart nearly stopped when you saw who it was.

Jisoo.

She was standing at the end of your table, her expression unreadable, her dark eyes locked on yours. For a moment, neither of you said anything, the air between you thick with tension. Then, slowly, she moved closer, her steps deliberate, almost hesitant, as if she wasn't sure what she was doing.

"Y/N," she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

You swallowed, your heart pounding in your chest. "Jisoo," you replied, your voice shaking slightly.

She didn't say anything for a long moment, just stood there, her gaze never leaving yours. Then, finally, she took a deep breath, as if steeling herself for what she was about to say.

"I... I need to talk to you," she said, her voice tight with something you couldn't quite place.

You nodded, not trusting yourself to speak. Your mind was racing, a thousand thoughts swirling in your head, but none of them made any sense. All you knew was that this moment, whatever it was, felt important.

Jisoo hesitated, glancing around the library as if to make sure no one else was around. Then, in a voice so quiet you almost didn't hear it, she said, "Can we go somewhere private?"

You blinked, caught off guard by her request. "Sure," you said after a moment, your voice barely above a whisper. "Where?"

She glanced at the door, her expression unreadable. "There's a study room upstairs. No one uses it this late."

You nodded, gathering your things and following her out of the library. Your heart was pounding, your thoughts a jumbled mess as you tried to figure out what was happening. Was this it? Was this the moment you had been waiting for? Or was it something else entirely, something you couldn't predict?

Jisoo led you up the stairs and down a quiet hallway, stopping in front of a small, unmarked door. She pushed it open, revealing a simple study room with a table and a few chairs. The walls were lined with bookshelves, the space lit by a single overhead light. It was quiet, almost too quiet, and you felt a shiver run down your spine as you stepped inside.

Jisoo closed the door behind you, her movements slow, almost hesitant. Then she turned to face you, her eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that made your breath catch in your throat.

— — — — —

The air in the small study room felt thick with anticipation as you and Jisoo stood there, the silence between you heavy with unspoken words. Her tentative nod, though subtle, was enough to set your heart racing. It was the first real crack in the icy exterior she'd always presented, a glimpse into the feelings she'd kept hidden for so long.

You took a slow, deep breath, trying to steady your nerves as you looked into her eyes. "Jisoo," you began, your voice soft but unwavering, "I've wanted to say something to you for a while now... but I never knew if I should. I didn't know if you felt the same way, or if I was just imagining things."

Her eyes flickered with something unreadable, but she didn't look away. That was all the encouragement you needed to continue.

"I like you, Jisoo. More than just... a friend or a classmate. I've liked you for so long, but you've always been so distant, so hard to reach. I kept telling myself that maybe I was wrong, that maybe you didn't feel the same way, but... I couldn't shake this feeling that there was something between us. Something real."

Jisoo's lips parted slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but no words came out. Her gaze held yours, and you could see the turmoil in her eyes, the battle between her fear and the emotions she'd been suppressing for so long.

You took a small, tentative step closer, closing some of the distance between you. "I don't want to push you," you said gently, "but I need to know. Is there a chance you feel the same way?"

For a long moment, Jisoo was silent, her gaze dropping to the floor as if she couldn't bear to look at you. Then, slowly, she took a shaky breath and whispered, "I do."

The words were barely audible, but they hit you like a wave, washing over you with a mix of relief and something deeper, something electric. She looked up at you again, her eyes filled with a raw vulnerability that took your breath away.

"I've felt this way for a long time," Jisoo admitted, her voice trembling slightly. "But I didn't know how to handle it. I didn't know how to be around you without... without feeling like I was losing control."

You stepped closer, close enough that you could feel the warmth of her body, the slight tremble in her hands as she kept them at her sides. "You don't have to be afraid," you murmured, your heart aching at the sight of her so vulnerable, so open in a way she'd never been before. "I'm here, Jisoo. I want this, too."

She swallowed hard, her eyes searching yours as if trying to find the reassurance she needed. Slowly, almost hesitantly, she reached out, her fingers brushing against yours. The touch was light, tentative, but it sent a jolt of electricity through you, setting your nerves alight.

"I don't want to mess this up," Jisoo whispered, her voice barely above a breath.

"You won't," you promised, intertwining your fingers with hers, giving her hand a gentle squeeze. "We can take this at whatever pace you're comfortable with. I'm not going anywhere."

She looked at you then, really looked at you, and you could see the fear slowly melting away, replaced by something warmer, something more certain. Jisoo took a step closer, and then another, until there was barely any space left between you. Her free hand came up to cup your cheek, her touch gentle, almost reverent.

"Y/N," she breathed, her eyes dark with emotion. "I want this, too. I want you."

That was all it took for the dam to break. The next moment, your lips were on hers, capturing her in a kiss that was soft and tentative at first, but quickly deepened as the pent-up emotions between you spilled over. Jisoo's hand slid from your cheek to the back of your neck, pulling you closer as she kissed you with a hunger that matched your own.

You could feel her trembling slightly, the mix of desire and nervousness evident in every touch, every breath. Your hands found their way to her waist, pulling her flush against you as the kiss grew more intense, more heated. Jisoo let out a soft, almost desperate sound against your lips, and it was all the encouragement you needed to take things further.

Without breaking the kiss, you guided her backward until she was pressed up against the wall, your body crowding hers as you deepened the kiss. Jisoo's hands were in your hair now, her fingers threading through the strands as she held you close, as if afraid you might pull away.

But you had no intention of pulling away. You wanted this just as much as she did, and you were determined to show her just how much.

Your lips trailed from hers to her jaw, then down to the delicate curve of her neck, pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses against her skin. Jisoo's breath hitched, her head tilting back to give you better access, and you could feel her pulse quicken under your lips.

As your lips brushed against the sensitive skin of her neck, Jisoo let out a soft sigh, her hands tightening in your hair as if anchoring herself to the moment. You paused, pulling back just enough to meet her gaze once more. Her cheeks were flushed, eyes half-lidded, but there was a warmth in her expression that made your heart swell.

"Are you okay?" you asked gently, your voice barely a whisper.

Jisoo nodded, her lips curving into a small, reassuring smile. "More than okay," she murmured, her voice tender, filled with a newfound confidence.

You smiled back, brushing a stray strand of hair behind her ear. The two of you stood there, wrapped in each other's warmth, the intensity of the moment settling into something softer, more intimate. You could feel her heart beating in sync with yours, a rhythm that spoke of possibilities yet to be explored.

"I'm glad we're finally here," you said, your thumb lightly tracing her cheek.

"Me too," she replied, her voice tinged with a sweet sincerity. "I was so scared, but now... it feels right. It feels like it was always supposed to be this way."

With a gentle squeeze of her hand, you stepped back, giving her the space to breathe, to process everything that had just unfolded. Jisoo took a deep breath, her eyes still locked on yours, and for the first time, there was no hesitation, no lingering doubt. Just the promise of something beautiful.

"Let's take it slow," you suggested, your voice calm and steady. "We have all the time in the world, and I want to enjoy every moment with you."

Jisoo's smile widened, a soft laugh escaping her lips as she nodded in agreement. "I'd like that," she said, her voice filled with warmth. "No rush, just... us."

The two of you shared another tender kiss, this one unhurried, savoring the sweetness of the moment. When you finally pulled away, it was with a sense of contentment, knowing that this was just the beginning of something wonderful.

Hand in hand, you walked out of the room together, ready to embrace whatever the future had in store, knowing that as long as you had each other, everything would be just fine.

[ts19009]

Seventeen Fic Rec's

(CONTAINS SMUT AND MATURE SUBJECT MATTER)

(Bold title means favorite)

(UPDATED: December 4th, 2023)

OT13

In Pursuit of Wedded Bliss (Updated Masterlist) (A Seventeen Regency!AU Series) @fantasyescapes17

seventeen fic recommendations

Kim Mingyu

In Soft Hands | Part 2 (Mingyu) @beahae (SingleDad!Mingyu x DaycareTeacher!Reader(f))

what’s your number?; kmg @nevernonline (synposis: after finding an online article about the number of sexual partners a woman should have, your day with your neighbor turns into him being lucky number eighteen. paring/s: model! mingyu x afab! reader, ft. little brother! chan.)

again and again ⟢(exes, fake dating, mutual pining, idol!gyu, vet!reader, mild angst, fluff, smut) @lovelyhan

creep (Halloween, ghost!mingyu, serial killer!mingyu, etc…) @smileysuh

Aphrodite (smut, friends to lovers, established relationship, fluff at the beginning) @highvern

Covert Desires (spy!mingyu x assasin!reader (fem!reader themes: spy au, mafia, enemies to lovers, fake marriage, mutual pining, spies, angst, fluff, killing) @etherealyoungk

Slowly; All At Once (fluff, best friends to lovers with Mingyu, boyfriend material!Mingyu, slight angst.) @gyuwoncheol

Hits Different (...'cause it's you) (1) (brother's best friend!au, brother!seokmin, fluff, angst, smut) @gyuswhore

His Smile(smut, fluff, slowburn, fake dating!au) @angelwonie

Parties, Yachts and Wishful Thinking (enemies to lovers, reader and Mingyu are rich, Mingyu is kind of an asshole but so is reader, parties, mentions of reader crushing on Wonwoo, drinking, cursing, tennis, yachts and pure filth) @ithinkilikeit-reactions

Other Mingyu recs @novalpha

we don’t usually hold hands (m) || kmg & reader (angst, fluff, smut, friends with benefits, idiots to lovers, sort-of-mean!oc, nice guy!mingyu, emotionally constipated!oc honestly) @gyukult

kim mingyu’s (unhelpful) guide to losing your virginity (smut, fluff, humor, college au, best friends to lovers au, friends with benefits au) @shuaflix

the very first night. (exes to lovers, roommates!au | romance, angst, smut) Link works on pc and through my reblog i think

OVER MY HEAD (brother'sbestfriend!mingyu, fratboy!mingyu, pining, friends to lovers, angst (only a little), reader's a chronic overthinker, slow burn, smut, f reader, oral (f receiving), penetrative sex, wonwoo's kinda absent </3, crying (blame mingyu), etc.) @hannieehaee

it’s all fun and games (mingyu x female reader ) @dontflailmenow

Hong Joshua (Jisoo)

Loverboy (regency era romance, historical, drama, slow burn, angst.) @starlightxsvt

cranberry concoctions (bartender!joshua x f!reader) @onlyhuis

Mr (not) so perfectly fine (Joshua Hong x Fem! Reader, not super relevant to the plot but, this is a Non-Idol AU, exes to exes with benefits, elements of angst) @hwanghyunjinenthusiast

the devil wears baby blue (mut (minors PLS dni!), strangers to fucking lol) @onlyseokmins

Virgin Killer (cheerleader!reader, nerd!shua, virgin!shua, he’s kinda cold in this but is lowkey still a soft boi, drinking, teasing, jealousy, reader has a little bit of a corruption kink, loss of virginity, oral sex (f and m receiving), unprotected sex, riding, multiple creampies, overstimulation) @wonusite

isohel (all time joshua fav) (slowburn, modern royalty au, angst, fluff) @toruro

mr. nice guy (, neighbor!joshua, joshua's muscles deserve their own tag tbh, oral (f receiving), alcohol consumption (NOT drunk sex), petnames (sweetheart mostly :pp), biting, spit kink, unedited as alway) @toruro

eyes meeting, hearts apart ⟢ (; bartender!reader, requited unrequited love, immense pining, angst, flowers, slow burn, smut (MINORS DNI)) @lovelyhan

Jeon Wonwoo

Jeon’s Anatomy - Cast (surgeon au) @hansols-yoda-boxers

Blown up love (gaming is all fun and... well, games, until you start crushing on the only person that takes pity on you and saves you from mobs.) @starsstuddedsky

I found love in your smile (doctor!wonwoo x lawyer!female oc) @wonlouvre

wonwoo reading list / fic recs part 3 ! @jeonride

meet cute of the century (meet cute, strangers to lovers, pining, discourse abt being an idol as a career, mild angst, smut) @lovelyhan

Licentious (babysitter au, cheating au, smut) @wonusite

to build a home (idol!husband! jeon wonwoo x actress!afab!reader) @tomodachiii

X + Y = YOU AND I ||( jeon wonwoo academic rival!wonwoo x fem!reader) @angelwonie

yoon jeonghan

just one day (fluff // angst // nonidol!au // brother's best friend // fake dating!au // they're idiots lmao // not edited nor proofread so pls bear w me lol // cursing and. two? kissing scenes.) @wonwoonlightligh

to live again (ime travel!au, childhood friends to lovers!au, slow burn, angst, some fluff, some humor) @viastro I WAS CRYING PLS READ

Pathetic Series @leejihoonownsmyhearthoonownsmyheart

Jeonghan’s Guide to Insurance Fraud (And Falling in Love) (fluff, angst, non-idol au, elementary school teacher!jeonghan, f2L, fake relationship) @starsstuddedsky

xu minghao

✧ the letter (slowburn, fluff, angst, childhood f2l) @toruro

✧ flight of the stars (mut (18+ / mdni), f1 au, brief high school au, angst, fluff) @toruro

✧ oh my! @toruro

fixer upper (s2f2l. “beg” minghao. LOTS OF PLOT with eventual smut. slow and i mean SLOW burn. some member slander(affectionate),) @seungkwansphd

Glacial Pace (fake dating au, friends to lovers, fluff, smut) @wonusite

To Keep You Warm @idyllic-ghost

Kwon Soon-young

My Best Friend's Mother (is the One For Me) — ksy (milf chaser!soonyoung, milf!reader) @rubyreduji

driving lessons for dummies (fluff, humor, smut, strangers to lovers au, college au) @shuaflix FAV ATM XD

be sweet (prince!hoshi x princess!reader) @heartkyeom

charity f*ck (virgin guy who lives with his parents!soonyoung, he’s not shy but he is very clumsy, a lot of texting so be prepared for that format for a lil bit (THIS IS NOT A SOCIAL MEDIA AU), facetime-sex, real life sex) @ncteez

[0omillo0]

KIM SEUNGMIN X FEM! READER 𐙚₊˚⊹

a/n: pure fluff <33

syn: you and seungmin have been seeing eachother for some months. you were friends, yes, but you had feelings for him. ofc he didn’t like you back, did he..?

ᡣ𐭩

You had always wondered what it would feel like to be in love with someone who didn’t love you back. The kind of ache people wrote about in songs, or spilled into poems. You never thought it would feel quite like this, though—a slow burn in your chest that grew heavier every time Seungmin crossed your mind.

And Seungmin was always on your mind.

Your crush on him had been obvious for months, and although he was sweet, charming, and funny, he never made it clear if he felt the same way. You’d catch him staring at you sometimes, but he’d always look away, expression unreadable. You tried dropping hints, but Seungmin was impossible to figure out. After a while, you convinced yourself that he just didn’t like you the way you liked him. If he did, he would’ve said something by now, right?

Which is why you were sitting in a cafe right now with Jisoo. He was nice. Easy-going, and he’d made it clear early on that he liked you. So you thought, maybe if you gave someone else a chance, you could get over Seungmin. Maybe Jisoo could be the person to help you move on.

Your phone buzzed on the table, and you glanced down, unlocking it to see the message.

Seungmin:

Where are you?

read 18:40

You bit your lip, glancing up at Jisoo, who was rambling on about his plans for the weekend. He didn’t seem to notice that you were distracted.

You:

Out with a friend. Why?

read 18:42

There was a long pause. You could see the three dots blinking at the bottom of the screen, then disappearing, and then blinking again. Finally, his reply came.

Seungmin:

Never mind.

read 18:51

You frowned at the message. What was that about? For some reason, your heart skipped a beat, but you quickly shoved your phone back into your bag, determined to focus on Jisoo. This was good. It was a step in the right direction.

But that lingering feeling in your chest didn’t go away.

The next few days were strange.

Seungmin was everywhere, as usual—at mutual gatherings, in your group chat, sending memes to everyone except you. But there was something off. He wasn’t talking to you like he normally did, barely even acknowledging your existence. Every time you entered the room, he found an excuse to leave. When you tried to talk to him, he’d give one-word answers or act like he hadn’t heard you.

It stung.

By the third day, you were sure something was seriously wrong. Seungmin never ignored you like this before. Had you done something wrong? Said something that pissed him off?

Your phone buzzed again. It was a message from Jisoo, asking you to hang out tomorrow. You sighed, scrolling through your chat history with Seungmin, hoping to find a clue as to why he was acting this way.

But there was nothing.

Frustrated, you typed out a message to him, your fingers trembling slightly.

You:

Hey. Are you mad at me or something? You’ve been ignoring me for days. Did I do something?

seen 10:37

You stared at the screen, waiting for the three dots to appear. Nothing. Seungmin had seen your message, but there was no response.

Your heart sank. You tried to convince yourself that you didn’t care, but the truth was, you did. More than you wanted to admit.

That night, it rained. Hard.

You sat in your living room, the sound of raindrops pelting against the window almost soothing. The TV was on, but you weren’t paying attention, your mind too preoccupied with thoughts of Seungmin.

Your phone vibrated on the couch beside you, and for a moment, you thought it was Jisoo. But when you glanced at the screen, your heart stopped.

Seungmin:

We need to talk. Now.

seen 21:50

You blinked at the message, not sure how to respond.

You:

Okay? About what?

seen 21:51

This time, the response was immediate.

Seungmin:

About you. And Jisoo.

seen 21:51

Your chest tightened. Why would Seungmin care about that? Did he…? No. He couldn’t possibly—

A knock at the door interrupted your thoughts. Startled, you jumped up from the couch, heart racing. You weren’t expecting anyone.

But when you opened the door, there he was—Seungmin, soaked to the bone, his hair plastered to his forehead, water dripping from the edges of his jacket.

“Seungmin?” you gasped, eyes wide. “What are you doing here? You’re soaking wet!”

He ignored your concern, stepping inside without invitation. His dark eyes bore into yours, and for the first time in days, he wasn’t avoiding you. No, he was looking right at you, as if he’d been holding something in for too long and couldn’t take it anymore.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked, his voice tight with frustration.

You blinked, confused. “Tell you what?”

“About Jisoo,” he spat out, like the name itself was poison on his tongue.

You stared at him, speechless. “What… What does Jisoo have to do with anything?”

Seungmin’s jaw clenched, and he ran a hand through his wet hair, his chest heaving. “Everything! How long have you been seeing him?”

His words hit you like a punch to the gut. He knew? How did he even—?

“That’s none of your business, Seungmin!” you shot back, feeling a surge of anger. “Why do you care?”

“Why do I care?” Seungmin laughed, but there was no humor in it. Just bitterness. “Because you’re seeing someone else. Because I thought you were—fuck, I don’t even know what I thought. But I didn’t think you’d just go off and start dating someone else.”

“You never said anything!” you shouted, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. “You never showed any sign that you liked me, Seungmin. I’ve been waiting for months, hoping you’d do something, but you didn’t! So I moved on.”

Seungmin stared at you, his chest rising and falling rapidly. The rain was still pouring outside, thunder rumbling in the distance, but the storm inside your apartment was far worse.

“You don’t get it, do you?” Seungmin whispered, taking a step closer to you. “I liked you, Y/N. I liked you so much that it scared the shit out of me. But I didn’t want to ruin anything between us, so I held back.”

Your breath caught in your throat. He… liked you? This whole time?

“I thought you didn’t like me,” you said, your voice breaking. “You never showed it.”

“I thought I had time,” Seungmin admitted, his voice low. “I thought if I waited long enough, I’d figure out how to tell you. But when I found out about Jisoo… I realized I didn’t have time. You’re slipping away from me.”

You stood frozen, your heart racing as the weight of his words settled in. You weren’t sure how to process any of this.

“I was trying to get over you,” you whispered, not trusting your voice to be any louder.

Seungmin took another step forward, so close now that you could see the raindrops clinging to his lashes. “And now?”

You swallowed hard, your gaze flickering down to his lips before meeting his eyes again. “Now… I don’t know.”

Seungmin’s expression softened, and his hand reached out, gently cupping your cheek. The warmth of his palm against your skin sent a shiver down your spine, and your heart pounded so loudly in your chest you were sure he could hear it.

“Tell me to leave, and I will,” Seungmin murmured, his thumb brushing against your cheekbone. “Tell me to walk away, and I won’t bother you again.”

You opened your mouth, but no words came out. Instead, you found yourself leaning into his touch, your eyes fluttering shut for just a moment.

That was all Seungmin needed.

He closed the distance between you, his lips crashing against yours with an urgency that took your breath away. His hands were in your hair, pulling you closer, and you melted into him, your fingers clutching the fabric of his wet jacket.

The kiss was desperate, like he was making up for all the time he’d lost. And in that moment, everything else faded away—the rain, Jisoo, the doubts that had plagued you for so long. It was just you and Seungmin, tangled up in each other, finally giving in to what had been building between you for months.

When you finally broke apart, gasping for air, Seungmin rested his forehead against yours, his breath ragged.

“Fuck, I missed you,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “I’ve been an idiot, haven’t I?”

You let out a shaky laugh, still catching your breath. “Yeah. You have.”

Seungmin pulled back slightly, his gaze searching yours. “So… where do we go from here?”

You hesitated for a moment, then smiled, your heart swelling with a warmth you hadn’t felt in a long time. “We figure it out. Together.”

Seungmin grinned, his dimples making your heart do a somersault. “Together, huh?”

You nodded, biting your lip.

[scrtxai]

SIMPLE MASTERLIST

BLACKPINK 🖤💗

OT4 SERIES

SINISTER 😈

SINISTER PROLOGUE

SINISTER  CH 1

JISOO

NOT AVAILABLE

JENNIE 

PERFUME (YANDERE ) 🔪🩸

PERFUME - COVER PHOTO 

THAT GIRL  🌧️

ROSEANNE 

ANONYMOUS 🌧️✉️

ROSE  🥵 🔥

LISA

NOT AVAILABLE 

[bscik]

JISOO - NSFW ALPHABET

A - Aftercare

If Jisoo is on top she will caress you and keep telling you what a good girl you are.  But if she is at the bottom, she will try to regulate her breathing and will most likely hug you and fall asleep.

B - Body Part

Jisoo loves your boobs.  She enjoys watching her boobs sway as she fucks you, or the boobs swaying on her while you fuck her just makes her feel even more wet.

C - Cum

Jisoo likes to cum on your face while she gets on you.  Afterward, she gets proud when she sees her own liquid on your lips and chin.  She likes you to cum on her fingers.  She will then look into your eyes and lustfully suck her fingers.

D - Dirty Secret

Even though she's been hiding it for a long time, Jisoo wants to have anal sex with you and has dreams of this kind.

E - Experience

An experienced woman has had sex with male and female partners before you, but she thinks you are the best, don't worry for nothing :D

F - Favourite Position

She likes many positions but she prefers missionary while she fucks you because she likes to see your face and tits.  She'll love the missionary position while you fuck her.  But also the scissoring position makes her very horny and hungry.

G - Goofy

It will be fifty fifty, half serious and half humorous.  In some cases Jisoo is 100% humorous or serious, the woman will be totally serious if you are punishment sex or rough sex.  She'll even frown and maybe spit in your mouth.  But if you're having soft morning sex, she'll totally make sweet jokes and make you smile while fingering your pussy.  (That woman is so hot omg)

H - Hair

She usually keeps her pussy clean as she likes to keep it clean.  Hair on her pussy is rare and she wishes her partner to be like that too.

I - Intimacy

Being romantic is part of it.  She loves you more than anything, and when you're done she'll kiss your forehead or wait for you to do.  During sex, she will hold your hand.

J - Jack Off

She will not have much time for this as she has a busy work pace.  However, she will sometimes do that.  She likes to spend time with herself and finger herself thinking of you.

K - Kink

She enjoys hardcore sex but she has a roleplay fetish and she also likes boobs.  There are dozens of nipple plugs for you and he loves to squeeze your nipples at all costs.

L - Location

She likes the walls and the bed, she'll want to fuck you over there, but she also wants to try having sex everywhere.  Bar toilets, parties, car etc.

M - Motivation

She loves when you look into her eyes and put your hands together in front of you.  That moment when you give her your full attention and don't give a fuck  the world... She will go crazy especially when you go and sit on her lap.

N - No

THREESOME!  She will never love, she will not love to share you with any man or woman.  She also hates things that seriously hurt.

O - Oral

She can eat your pink pussy every minute.  She is proud to give you oral sex.  She loves when you beg her for cum while she eats your pink juicy pussy like it's her last meal.  She'll definitely play with you and suck your clit until you cry and then say, "Not yet. Don't cum my little whore. "  She will pause and finger you like a maniac.  She also loves getting oral sex from you.  She wants you to do what she did.  But she will prefer to eat you. (Also she love eat your ass.)

P - Pace

She loves to fuck you rough and fast.  She'll choke your throat and rip your pussy in half with her strap as she confesses her love to you.  But she will still put her love into her work and kiss you with love.

Q - Quickie

She doesn't like them much, but she doesn't hate them either.  Even if she wants to fuck you for a long time, she will feel compelled to do it when she is busy and she will enjoy it.

R - Risk

She is open to everything, she wants to try everything with you, but after she does not like everything.  If she likes something, she continues to do it later.

S - Stamina

You are young and she is young too.  She will enjoy everything and will get at least 3 orgasms from you, and she will give as much.  Sometimes she will fuck you until morning.  (Lmao will do this by taking a break)

T - Toy

She has a 6 inch long pink strap.  She also has many different types of vibrators.  While she uses them all on your tiny pussy, she's got another 5 inch pink strap and dozens of different size anal toys for your ass.  Balls, spigots, anal vibrators etc.  She also has a dildo, which she often sticks to the floor with the sticky part.  With her, she wants you to take a doggy-style position on the ground and suck the dildo up your throat while she watches.  If you wish, she will do it too for you.  She loves sex toys.

U - Unfair

She will always make fun of you.  She'll keep saying you're her whore.  Sometimes she will do this to steal some information about you.  She will be glad to be able to get to know you more than you already do.

V - Volume

She moans quite loudly, not caring who will hear it.  Her voice is deep and strong.

W - Wild Card

She trembles when cum, its voice is high-pitched.

X - X-Ray

Her artificial cock is thick and long, and her pussy is pink and juicy.  You can feel the water dripping from her pussy as she rubs against you.  Her pussy will always be wet as a lake for your fingers and sweet as juice for your tongue.  She has the perfect pussy.

Y - Yearning

She has a very high sexual desire but has to manage it because of her busy job.  But that makes each of your sexes different and valuable to her.  That's the only thing she's grateful for.

Z - ZZZ

She feels tired and this triggers her sleep.  She will most likely fall asleep immediately and dream that she is fucking you again.

(ENDD)

{this is my first headcanon omg}

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Safe. (Part Three)

Pairing: Hwang Hyunjin x Fem. Reader x Lee Minho

Summary: A broke ER Nurse offers up her services to a large crime organization in exchange for much higher pay and benefits that are unconventional, but lucrative. The life proves to be questionable at best, and downright isolating at worst which leaves her feeling unsure, unstable and dangerous. 

Warnings: Explicit language. Explicit depictions of sex (some chapters will be more explicit than others sexually). Violence. Blood. Trauma injuries. (Organized) Crime. Emotional manipulation. Discussion of murder and physical assault. Medical inaccuracy galore. Smoking. Past addiction. 18+ Only.

Chapter WC: 5.5k

Read Part One and Part Two here.

~ PART THREE ~

“Okay, let’s look at the options,” Christopher starts hanging dress bags around the room. “I think this red would look really great with-,”

“No,” you say quickly. You would rather give blood until you pass out than play dress up for a night out that you’re dreading. 

“Oh-kay,” he blinks, then goes over to unzip the next bag, “This one is a lavender number, and I know it’s not Spring, but hear me out-,”

“No.” 

Christopher looks like his eye is about to start twitching and his lips move into a tight line, “Did you maybe have something in mind?” 

“Is there a black option?” you ask. Black feels appropriate. 

“Black option,” he claps his hands together and looks around at his bags, “Of course there’s a black option, there’s always a black option.” He runs across the room and unzips another bag, pulling out the skirt of a black satin gown with a slit that makes you blush from where you sit but you said black - and if you refuse this one, Chris might actually strangle you with the straps of a high heel. 

When you emerge from the closet Christophers eyes widen, “Holy shit,” he says. 

“Don’t start,” you roll your eyes, then turn to look at yourself in the full length mirror. You do have to admit that it fits perfectly, it looks as if it was custom made just for you. The slit in the front is dangerously high, and the neckline is dangerously low - it’s a dangerous dress, you think. Which feels even more appropriate for the evening, you want to be dangerous. 

“You look…phenomenal actually,” Chris smiles.

“Thanks,” you blush. 

“I don’t do hair and makeup, but Jisoo will be here around 5pm to doll you up, she works at the salon Minhos wife used to own, she’s very good,” Christopher says, lining up some shoe options. 

Your eyes widen and the very breath in your lungs seems to deflate, “Minho has a wife?”

Chris pauses for a moment and looks around the room as if you aren’t completely alone in the house. “He used to, she died - she was killed by one of Kims men when she was out visiting a friend. They saw the SUV and thought it was Minho.” 

“Fuck,” you cover your mouth with your hand, “I didn’t know that.” 

“Well you wouldn’t, it happened three years ago, and he never talks about it anymore. He was a complete mess for a long time, barely spoke, didn’t seem to give a fuck about the job anymore, none of us were sure if he was ever going to come around, a lot of the guards left and ran off to Kim of all fucking people. The ones who stayed were well rewarded when he finally started to put himself back together, but he doesn’t talk about it, he’s never been the same,” he shares. 

Could that be why he reacted to your rejection the way he did? Is there actually some vulnerable piece inside him that hurts? You think about this long after Christopher is gone, and while Jisoo the stranger does your hair and makeup. You try to laugh at her jokes, carry on a normal conversation with the first female you’ve interacted with in months, but still, you can’t stop yourself from picturing a grieving Minho, his heart slowly turning to cold stone, uncaring - and for the first time since you’ve known him, you feel sorry for him, and you care about him. 

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From inside the car that’s dropping you off you see Minho, Seungmin and Hyunjin waiting in front of the Casino for you. Your stomach drops, and a mixture of excitement and dread overwhelm you. 

The car stops and Minho opens the door and offers you his hand as you get out, you try to keep it still so no one sees how shaky and nervous you are. 

“My God,” he looks you up and down, “You are stunning,” Minho traces your jawline with the tip of his finger. 

You shake your head, “Chris brought really beautiful dresses and Jisoo-,” 

“Nuh-uh,” Minho argues, “This is all you love, and you look amazing,” he smiles and offers you his arm. You take it, briefly making eye contact with Hyunjin, who isn’t even trying to hide the fact he’s staring at you. You clear your throat and brush imaginary wrinkles out of the satin. 

“You look pretty,” Seungmin says, looking anywhere but at you. 

Your eyes widen, “Sorry…is there an insult coming or did you actually just compliment me?” 

Seungmins eyes narrow, “Don’t push it…shut up,” he sneers before hurriedly skulking off into the casino. 

You’ve seen Minho’s Mirroh Casino lit up like a Christmas Tree towering over buildings on the edge of downtown for years - though you had no idea it belonged to him of course until you met him several months ago. You’d never stepped foot inside, in your previous life you didn’t really have the time nor the money to be spending evenings in a high end Casino. Then, after you started working for him, your nights were spent bandaging wounds, taking inventory of items, and anticipating the next injury - the thought of going out so far from your mind that it never even occurred to you. 

You keep mostly quiet as Minho walks you around, introducing you to people you’ve never seen, will probably never see again. You alternate between being awestruck at the extravagance of the place, politely making conversation with him and his associates, and pretending like you aren’t thinking about his tragically dead wife. You wish you could ask him if he’s okay, give him a hug - just do something. 

“Can you find something to keep yourself occupied, love? I need to have a private conversation with Mr. Jung for a few moments, play anything you’d like, I have you covered Kitten,” he rubs a gentle circle on your back and kisses your temple before departing towards a set of stairs. 

You’re not a gambler, and you’re about as skilled at Casino games as you are with open heart surgery. Which is to say, not at all. You stand in the middle of the giant space trying to decide, but probably just looking like an idiot. 

“You look lost,” Hyunjins voice comes up behind and you and you spin around, happy to have someone to talk to so you don’t look so clueless. 

“This isn’t really my scene,” you chuckle, fidgeting with your hands. 

“I didn’t want to comment on it before, but, when you got out of that car you took my breath away,” he smiles, “I’ve never seen someone look so beautiful,” he whispers. 

You look at him, “Be careful, I’ve been glued to Minho all night and I don’t need anyone in here reporting to him that the second his back is turned I’m falling all over you,” you warn him. 

“You’re probably right, but I’ve got a slew of new ideas for sketches, this dress should be illegal,” he grins. 

“Hyunjin,” your voice is a warning, you lower your voice, “I’ve been thinking about what happened the other night, the kiss,” you say quietly. 

“And?” 

“I feel safe with you,” you tell him honestly, “you’re the first person I’ve come across since starting all this that I’m not afraid of, that makes me smile, when you walk into view all my tension relaxes, and I know as long as you’re there everything will be okay. That’s how you make me feel. All I want is for you to wrap your arms around me and hold me and just exist in that feeling.”  

“Why do I feel a but coming?” he sighs, pretending to be interested in a coin machine. 

“But…I can’t just waltz up to Minho and tell him I can’t be his plus one, and that I can’t continue,” you scoff, trying to think of a word that described your relationship, “Can’t continue whatever the fuck he and I are doing, because I have feelings for you. Can you imagine how that will turn out?” 

“I get that,” Hyunjin nods, “but I want you to know that I care about you deeply, I’m enamored with you, I think about you all the time, and I’m fine just being grateful for every second alone I might get with you. I don’t care if I have to keep it to myself, I keep so much shit a secret that it’s just my normal state of mind at this point, I can keep you a secret.” 

You stare at him, wishing you could throw your arms around him and kiss him, thank him for being such a light in the shadows for you, and apologize for taking so long to see him, and for not being able to take his hand in yours this very moment. 

“Blackjack,” he says, nodding over to a nearby table. 

“Pardon?” 

“Go play blackjack, it’s easy, and even if you bust every time Minho will take care of it. It’ll give you something to do, I’ve got to get back to my post, but I didn’t want the night to go by without me telling you how beautiful you look, or how I feel,” he smiles, “Have fun tonight, beautiful.” 

You watch him go before deciding to take his advice and sit down at the Blackjack table. 

To your utter shock you win four games in a row, and you find that you actually might be having a good time. 

“Evening,” a deep voice greets as a tall man takes a seat beside you. 

“Good evening,” you respond. 

“Good fortune at this table I hope? ‘Cause I’ve been getting slammed,” he jokes and you smile. 

“So far so good,” you laugh, “but I’m sure my luck is overdue to run out any minute.” 

“Ah, that’s the thing about luck, it’s fleeting,” he says seriously, his tone makes you uncomfortable. “Especially when you’re friends with Lee Minho,” he adds in a lower cadence. 

At this you look at him out of the corner of your eye but say nothing, you’ll play out the hand then leave. 

“I will say that it’s nice to see him out and about with someone, we all figured he’d get tired of the blowjobs from Han Jisungs adorable little mouth at some point,” he chuckles darkly, and you nearly gasp at his audacity. “I have to say, you’re an absolute vision, how much is he paying you for the evening?” 

“I’m not being paid to be here you asshole,” you spit, “and you are playing a very dangerous game,” you warn. When the dealer flips her cards you’ve lost, and you get up from the table. 

“Sit down, ___, we’re just having a chat,” he motions you with his fingers and something in his voice sounds so incredibly dangerous that you’re afraid to defy him. 

“How do you know my name?”

“I know everything about everyone,” the man grins, lighting a cigarette and blowing the smoke in your face, you fan it away and look at your cards, “I know your name. I know that until four months ago you were working your ass off at the Anam Hospital until you found Lee bleeding in the parking lot, refusing to go into the emergency room, and you broke every rule in your precious book while you stole medical supplies and treated him in a van in the lot.” 

“Then I guess you already knew I wasn’t a paid escort, so either you’re just a fucking loser trying to insult me or you got a point to make with all this precious info - so make it,” you bite back. 

The man chuckles and takes another puff, “I like you. Know why? You got a mouth on you, despite being so fucking scared all the time - don’t deny it,” he shoots you a look when you start to argue, “You’re scared to death of what your life has become, I can smell the fear on you, but that mouth of yours doesn’t know when to quit huh?” 

“Must be the nurse in me,” you spit, “Do you want something? You got a rash or a burning sensation you need treated? Otherwise I’d like to go do literally anything else than sit here next to you.” 

“Don’t worry, I need to get back to my own date over there,” he points and you follow the line to see a pretty woman staring at him from across the room looking like she wants to leave, same, you think. 

“Then go,” you tell him. 

“I just want to know one thing,” he asks, throwing his cards down as he stands up, “Do you love each other?

“What?”

“You heard me.” 

“What do you care?” you demand instead of answering the ridiculous question. 

He smiles and snubs his cigarette out, “So that’s a no,” he laughs, “Good. I won’t feel so bad then,” he says, shoving his hands in his pockets and sauntering off with a shit eating grin. 

“Who are you?” 

The man just laughs and without looking back says, “I’ll be seeing you.” 

You watch as he approaches his pretty date and kisses her, then leads her toward the exit. You have zero time to think about the insane conversation before you feel someone's hand come down on your arm. 

“Get up,” Hyunjins voice is low and nervous.

“Oh - okay? What-,” 

“You were just speaking to Kim fucking Taehyung,” Hyunjin spits. 

“That was him? Oh shit…I didn’t know, Hyunjin I didn’t…” 

“Did you tell him anything that he can use against us?” Hyunjin asks urgently. 

“No! I barely said anything, he was just an asshole, I didn’t say anything!” 

“I shouldn’t have left you alone,” Hyunjin shakes his head. 

“Is Minho angry with me?” you’re scared again, and Kim Taehyungs voice echoes in your head - can everyone smell how scared you are all the time? 

“I don’t know,” Hyunjin stops you in front of two giant mahogany doors that presumably lead into Minhos private office. “Go on. It’ll all be okay.” 

You slide through the door Hyunjin opens for you and feel it shut with a heavy thud. Minho is alone, pouring two drinks and bringing them over to a lavish sitting area. You stay frozen to the spot, unsure of what’s to come. 

“Well, sit down,” he gestures to the sofa and you slowly make your way over, gently setting yourself on the cushion, unable to find any comfortable position. 

Minho hands you one of the glasses of amber liquid and you’re happy to have something to do with your hands.

“Hyunjin told you who you were just speaking with?” he asks, sipping his own glass.

You nod, “He said it was Kim Taehyung, but Minho you must believe me when I tell you that I had no idea who that man was, and all he did was insult me, insult you, then walk away, I told him nothing.” 

“I know,” he shrugs. “You don’t think I have microphones at every table in this building?” 

“So…you’re not upset with me?” your voice sounds so small in the gigantic space. 

Minho’s face scrunches up, “I really fucked with your head the other day, didn’t I?” he sighs, “No, ___, I’m not upset with you.” 

You visibly relax with relief and take a long sip of scotch, though typically you can’t stand the stuff. 

“Kim Taehyung and I have an exceptionally brutal, bloody history,” Minho explains, and you remember Christophers story about his wife being killed by Kims men. “We go through wanes and waxes of feuds, the fact that he had the audacity to walk into my Casino tonight tells me we’re about to march into another period of fighting for territory in the city, but I’m no longer interested in trying to negotiate or spill the blood of our guys - this time I’m going to kill him, or be killed, but I swear to God, it will end with one of us dead,” he says so coldly, so resolutely that it sends chills down your spine. 

“Minho…” you say his name, a sadness on it that you can’t quite explain. 

He looks at you from over his glass, that dark, wild danger seeping from somewhere deep in his eyes. It’s terrifying, but it’s also intoxicating. You don’t know what you’re doing, but you find yourself scooting across the couch, capturing the side of his face with your palm. You kind of hate that it makes you happy when he seems to melt into your hand. 

He sets his glass down and pulls you onto him, his lips coming down on yours, hands tightly gripping your hips. 

“Have I told you how delectable you look tonight?” he whispers, bunching the fabric of your dress up until you’re exposed from the waist down. 

“You might have,” you smile at him, brushing your fingers through his dark hair, giving the ends a little tug. 

He groans then lifts you up momentarily before dropping you roughly onto your back on the sofa. You watch as he towers over you, loosening his tie with one hand and downing the rest of his drink with the other before tossing the glass to some unseen place. 

“Good enough to eat,” he licks his lips and stares down at you in a way that sets your whole body ablaze. You bite down on the inside of your cheek as you watch him lower his mouth between your legs. He doesn’t waste time teasing or playing, he just moves the ridiculous, pointless thong you wore to the side and wraps his lips around your clit. 

You gasp, your fingers flying to his hair. You pant and try to stay quiet as he sucks and licks, the thought of a Casino full of people below seems to only fuel how hot the situation is. 

“Please…Minho…” 

“Want me to stop Kitten?” he smiles, wiping the wetness from his lips and chin. 

“No,” you shake your head back and forth frantically, your eyes darting down to the hardness bulging behind his pants. You slip your fingers under your underwear and pull, he helps you remove them easily. 

“My girl gets whatever she wants,” he chuckles darkly, removing his belt and unzipping his fly, shimmying his pants and boxers down his thighs. He hitches your thigh around his hips and lowers himself, teasing your clit with the head of his cock. 

“Mmm,” you whine, screwing your eyes shut, fresh manicure pawing at his hips to bring him closer, “please.” 

With that, he pushes into you deep and hard and you gasp, your back arching off the sofa as his hips thrust, snapping against the back of your thighs. He grabs your hands and pins them over your head, fucking into you like it’s going to fix every problem he’s ever had. You try to meet his thrusts with your hips, lifting yourself off the couch just so, and it ends up hitting the most delicious spot, you can’t stop your eyes from nearly rolling back into your brain. 

“Oh fuck,” you groan, “oh fuck, keep going, right there…fuck.” 

“You’re so fucking perfect, my perfect little slut,” he grunts, unpinning your hands. He slides his fingers gently around your throat, not squeezing but anchoring you down while he drives his cock into you like you asked. You can feel the whitehot pull in the pit of your abdomen, you dig your nails into his arms and he moans from deep within, he stills himself and spills into you just as you reach your own climax. 

He continues to pump in and out of you slowly, your eyes meet briefly and he’s about to say something when the door to his office opens. 

“Sir, Mr. Park has the intel-,” Hyunjins voice stops abruptly and you flinch, “Shit. I’m sorry,” he says and you don’t have to see his face to hear the surprise in his voice, surprise laced with hurt. 

“It’s fine,” Minho stands and pulls his pants back up while you lay motionless in front of him, out of Hyunjins line of sight, “Tell Park to give me five minutes, and arrange for ___s car to be pulled around please.” 

“Yes sir.” 

You sit up when you hear the door close, grab your panties off the floor and slide them back on. This was one hundred percent you, and you’re torn between feeling disgusted with yourself, and also wanting to ask Minho to come home with you. What has gotten into you? 

“I’ll come over tomorrow,” Minho says, and you wonder if he can sense your desire to not part ways just yet. 

“Okay,” you stand, voice quiet and legs still wobbly. 

“I don’t really let people in,” he says, “I don’t really want to, it’s not worth caring about people when you stand to lose them, but you’re making it very hard for me ___.” 

You’ve no idea what to say to that. The door opens again, and you brace yourself to look Hyunjin in the eyes right after he caught you fucking Minho after bearing his soul to you, but this time it’s Seungmin peeking his head in, “Car’s ready sir.” 

“Go on,” Minho nods to the door, “Get home safe.” 

You nod and turn on your heels, Seungmin silently escorts you down to the car, opens the door for you and shuts it, all without a word, thankfully. You don’t see Hyunjin again, and for that you’re also thankful, though you wager that it’s intentional on his part. 

You ride home, watching lights blur together as you get lost in your own thoughts. You don’t think about Minho or Hyunjin, you push those away violently. Instead you think of inventory, think of stitches, practice them in your head, and think of how you miss the hospital. How you miss the fact that between rounds, white boards, charting, and drama you never had a spare second to get lost in bad thoughts, guilty thoughts. At one point you’d have traded it for just about anything, but now you crave it. You want your old life back. Though you think it’s probably too late for that. 

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You’ve just gotten out of the shower and tucked yourself into bed when you hear the pounding on the door. You look at your phone - no missed calls or texts. The pounding continues and you push the blankets off of you, wrap a robe around you, grab your phone and make your way downstairs. 

You bet it’s Hyunjin, coming to tell you that he was wrong, that he never wants to see you or speak to you or even draw you on paper ever again. You almost open the door, but then Minhos voice in your head stops you. 

If anyone ever comes knocking and they haven’t called first, tell them they have to give you the password before you unlock the door. Hellevator. If they can’t produce that specific word then don’t you dare open the door, and call me immediately. 

Your hand freezes on the handle, “Give me the password!” you yell through the door, your heart suddenly pounding in your chest harder with every passing second of no answer. You unlock the phone in your hand and start to find the only contact you have saved in it. 

Suddenly one of the metal chairs on the front porch comes crashing through the window. You scream, running towards the kitchen for a knife. When you dare to look back you see three men closing in on you,  masks on their face, it’s the most terrifying image you’ve ever experienced. Like something out of a nightmare.  

Foolishly you point the knife at them, but the nearest man seems unimpressed as he forcefully smacks it out of your hand. 

“No, no!” you scream and try to run, but it seems like all you do is run straight into another mans chest, he turns you around, holding your hands painfully behind your back. 

“Don’t fucking touch me!” you cry, throat searing with pain from the sheer volume of your voice. 

“Shut her up!” 

A thick, meaty fist comes down hard against the side of your jaw, you feel the inside of your cheek fill with blood almost instantly and you wonder if a tooth has been knocked out. Before you can process that, a hand comes down on your shoulder to hold you still against the man behind you, and the same meaty fist against your jaw comes down directly into your gut, knocking the wind out of you. Your knees buckle and the man from behind releases you, so you fall to the floor with a  hard smack. 

The men take turns kicking you in the back, the chest, the legs. The pain is so severe you black out every few seconds, only to come back to consciousness for another kick. 

You’re not sure how long they do this. It could be minutes or hours, but finally they seem to stop. One of them bends down, grabs you by the hair and pulls your face off the floor. 

“Tell your boyfriend Mr. Kim is waiting for his next move,” he laughs, then shoves your face into the floor violently, you can feel the blood seeping from your nostrils now. 

You lay there, you can see their boots moving towards the door, shuffling out. The digital clock on the entry table says it’s just after midnight. You lay your head back down on the floor and close your eyes. When you open them back up it’s almost two in the morning. The house is dark, but you see the reflection of the refrigerator light glinting off your phone a few feet away. You lay your hands flat against the hardwood and try to drag yourself. Everything hurts, it hurts so bad, and you have no idea how bad the damage could be. You could be bleeding out internally for all you know. You try again, this time you move your legs just a little for momentum. It takes several tries before you move more than just wiggling your body. 

Finally you make it to the phone, you unlock it, still on Minhos contact. You hit the call button and listen to the ringing echo in your ear. 

“Hello?” he answers and you start crying into the phone in painful sobs. 

“___? What’s wrong?” 

“Help,” you manage to gasp into the phone between screams and sobs, the taste of salty, bloody spit covering your tongue, your lips. 

“I’m coming baby, hold on.” 

Then everything goes dark again. 

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You hear the voices first, though everything sounds like it’s underwater. It’s when you feel the hands on you that you shoot up, screaming, flailing, begging them to stop. 

“__!! It’s me! It’s Hyunjin, sweetheart please!” 

“Give her a bit of space.” 

“God, they really fucked her up.” 

“What should we do?” 

All voices seem to be coming from different people, or they could be coming from the same person, you don’t know. You don’t care. 

“__, open your eyes, it’s alright, you’re safe now.” 

Safe. The very concept feels so far away right now that you actually laugh. You slowly open your eyes and wince at the bright light. Minho kneels before you, an indescribable expression on his face. Concern? Anger? Horror? You aren’t sure. You can feel your back propped up against someone, Hyunjin, you can smell his cologne. Seungmin and Changbin stand off in the background, hands in their pockets, looking at you like…well, like you’ve had the shit kicked out of you. 

“Can you stand darling?” Minho extends his hand to you, but you won’t touch it. 

You shake your head, the simple act a painful one, “You need to take me to a hospital,” you moan, “I need to get checked out, everything hurts so bad,” you sniff. You feel the tears spill down your face, hot and searing against your sore skin. Even crying hurts. 

“I’ll take you, come on,” Hyunjin says from behind. 

“You can’t go to any hospital,” Seungmin reminds him. “Especially with her all fucked up like this? They’ll throw down every red flag they can.” 

“He’s right,” Minho nods. 

“I don’t give a shit!” Hyunjin yells and it makes your ears ring, “What are they going to do? I don’t even have so much as a fucking parking ticket to my name, detain me? Big fucking deal!” 

“They’ll detain you, and as soon as Kims cops get word you’re in there, the only way you’ll come out is in a body bag,” Minho explains. 

The mention of the Kim name floods your thoughts with the deep, guttural words of the men who did this to you. 

“He said…” your lip shakes and you can’t get the words out. Minho kneels back down and grabs your hands with his. “They said to tell my boyfriend Mr. Kim is waiting for your next move.” 

Minhos jaw clenches, though you suspect he knew Kim was behind it regardless of the message. He stands back up and drags his hand down his face, “Seungmin, call Chris. He won’t be on anyone’s radar anywhere, he can escort her to the hospital. Changbin, call Felix and ask him to take the others to the new safehouse and get it set up for her, this one’s dead, no one comes back here.” 

Changbin pulls his phone out and leaves the room. Hyunjin continues to hold you on the floor, rocking you gently in his arms. 

“Even if Chris isn’t on any radars, they’re still going to know what happened to her,” Seungmin nods towards where you sit on the floor. 

“They can tell the staff she fell down the stairs,” Hyunjin suggests but to your surprise both you and Seungmin scoff at this. 

“They never believe that shit,” you say quietly. “I’ll tell them I got mugged walking home, Chris was a good samaritan that found me and brought me in, he can go wait in the car until I’m ready to be discharged, but I have to make sure nothing is bleeding internally, those bastards had to be wearing steel toed boots,” you groan, clutching your stomach. 

Seungmin nods with a sad smile and walks off to make the call. 

“We can’t let this go unpunished,” Hyunjin growls from behind you. 

“And we won’t,” Minho looks down at him with a lethal visage. 

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“What did they say?” Christopher asks as you struggle sliding into the passenger seat. 

“I’m not dying,” you pant, resting your head against the back of the seat. “Three cracked ribs, lots of deep bruising, a few lacerations but nothing that can’t be fixed with some pain killers and ice packs.” 

“Good,” he nods, “Minho and Hyunjin have been calling nonstop, do you want to call them back?” 

You shake your head, “No.” 

“Works for me,” he shrugs, “Did the hospital ask any questions?” 

“Obviously,” you scoff, “but I told them the same thing we said when we got there. You found me mugged, that’s why I didn’t have my ID or anything on me, I didn’t get to see who did it but he was wearing a mask and heavy black boots. They asked the police to come in and I gave them my statement but you and I both know they won’t look very hard. Eighty percent of the cops in this town are crooked, they probably already know who did this anyway. I doubt I’ll hear from them, especially since the address I gave them I won’t ever go back to again.” 

“Yeah,” Chris shakes his head, “I’m sorry sweetie, this all just…really fucking sucks for you. The new house is gorgeous though, if it’s any consolation, I think you’ll like it.” 

“I’m sure it’s nice,” you say, staring out the window, “but I won’t be staying long.” 

“What do you mean?” 

“I’m out, and I know I shouldn’t be telling you this but I really don’t give a shit. I’m done. I’m not sticking around to wait for those…monsters to come back and finish me off, or get gunned down on my way to the fucking grocery store. No. I am out.” 

Chris reaches over and takes your hand in his with a gentle squeeze, “I hear what you’re saying, and I hope that you get what you want, but honey - and I say this with all the love - don’t hold your breath.”

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