#kim jisoo x reader

[cool-fancier]

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.

[biscuitblinkeu]

Marks [4]

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. 

.

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.

[lilacura]

Christmas confessions

Pairing: Kim Jisoo x Reader

Genre: sweet sweet fluff

Summary: In the snowy ambiance of a Christmas festival, Jisoo and Y/N share a moment that hints at unspoken feelings. Their ambiguous confession, coupled with an unexpected mistletoe.

The winter night was painted in shades of white and silver, with snowflakes gently descending from the dark sky, creating a serene ambiance. Jisoo and Y/N strolled hand in hand through the Christmas festival, the twinkling lights and festive decorations enveloping them in a cocoon of holiday magic.

Jisoo's laughter rang through the air as she playfully nudged Y/N, her breath visible in the chilly night. "Let's get some hot chocolate to warm up," Jisoo suggested, her eyes sparkling with excitement. Y/N smiled, squeezing Jisoo's hand in agreement. The promise of a cozy drink heightened the festive spirit as they made their way toward the charming hot chocolate stand.

As they waited in line, Jisoo turned to Y/N, her gaze softening. "You know," she began, "winter festivals always make me nostalgic. There's something about the snow and the lights that bring out the magic in everything."

Y/N nodded, a fond smile playing on her lips. "I feel the same way. It's like the world transforms into this enchanting wonderland, if only for a little while."

The line inched forward, and Jisoo's thumb traced gentle circles on the back of Y/N's hand. "Do you have any favorite holiday traditions?" she asked, her eyes filled with genuine curiosity.

Y/N thought for a moment, the memories of past winters flooding her mind. "I used to go ice skating every Christmas with my family. It was chaotic and hilarious, but it became our special thing. What about you?"

Jisoo's eyes lit up with a subtle warmth. "Well, there's this tradition my friends and I started. We exchange handmade ornaments every year. It's a small thing, but it makes the season feel even more magical."

The conversation flowed effortlessly as they reached the front of the line. Jisoo ordered two steaming cups of hot chocolate, the rich aroma wafting through the air. They thanked the vendor and found a quiet spot by a beautifully decorated tree, its branches adorned with shimmering lights and delicate ornaments.

"I'll go grab them. Wait here," Jisoo said, placing a sweet kiss on Y/N's cheek before heading to collect their drinks. Y/N watched her go, the festive atmosphere and the warmth of Jisoo's hand leaving her feeling content.

Minutes passed, and Y/N, growing more aware of the cold, eagerly anticipated Jisoo's return. Just as she was about to search for Jisoo, a gentle tap on her shoulder made her turn around. There stood Jisoo, a small, mysterious smile playing on her lips.

"I've got something for you," Jisoo revealed, holding out a small jewelry box. Y/N's eyes widened with curiosity as she accepted the box, fingers tracing the delicate patterns. "Open it," Jisoo encouraged.

Lifting the lid, Y/N gasped at the sight of a beautiful necklace nestled inside. The pendant glistened like a winter icicle, capturing the essence of the snowy night. "Jisoo, this is stunning," Y/N exclaimed, a mix of surprise and gratitude in her voice.

Jisoo grinned, her eyes filled with a mixture of nervousness and determination. "I wanted to give you something special," she began, her fingers fidgeting with a strand of her hair. "Not just because it's Christmas, but because... because you mean a lot to me."

Y/N's heart skipped a beat as she met Jisoo's gaze, the snowy surroundings fading into the background. "Jisoo, you don't have to—" Y/N started, but Jisoo gently placed a finger on her lips, silencing her.

"I do," Jisoo insisted, her eyes reflecting sincerity. "Being with you feels like a beautiful snowfall, unexpected and enchanting. I realized that I want to be more than just friends, Y/N."

Time seemed to stand still as Jisoo's confession hung in the air. Y/N's heart raced, processing the weight of Jisoo's words. The necklace suddenly held a deeper meaning, a symbol of a connection that transcended friendship.

"I've been wanting to tell you this for a while, and tonight, surrounded by the magic of Christmas, felt like the perfect moment," Jisoo continued, her voice soft but unwavering. "So, what do you say? Will you be my person, not just during the holidays, but every day?"

Y/N's eyes glistened with emotion as she looked at Jisoo, the significance of the snowy winter night etched into her memories. "Yes, Jisoo," she whispered, a smile breaking across her face. "I'd love to be more than just friends."

Jisoo's eyes lit up with joy, and without hesitation, she leaned in, sealing their newfound connection with a sweet, lingering kiss.

As Jisoo and Y/N shared their sweet moment by the beautifully decorated tree, the soft glow of holiday lights casting a warm aura around them, something caught Jisoo's eye. She looked up, a playful glint in her eyes, and discovered a sprig of mistletoe hanging just above them.

A mischievous smile tugged at Jisoo's lips as she gently nudged Y/N, directing her attention upward. "Well, look what we have here," Jisoo teased, her gaze locked on the mistletoe.

Y/N followed Jisoo's gaze, and a soft giggle escaped her lips as she noticed the festive plant hanging above them. "I guess we have some unfinished holiday business," Y/N replied, her eyes twinkling with amusement.

Jisoo chuckled, cupping Y/N's face with one hand. "It seems like the perfect excuse for another kiss, don't you think?" she suggested, her tone playful yet sincere.

Without waiting for a response, Jisoo leaned in, capturing Y/N's lips in another sweet kiss beneath the mistletoe. The world around them seemed to fade as the magic of the holiday season enveloped them in a cocoon of warmth and affection.

As they pulled away, Jisoo grinned, her eyes reflecting the joy of the moment. "Now, I think our winter night is complete," she declared, her fingers entwined with Y/N's.

Together, they continued to enjoy the festive atmosphere, the snowflakes dancing around them as they shared laughter, hot chocolate, and the promise of many more magical moments in the winter wonderland of their budding romance.

a/n: happy december!!

[graveyardhorror]

BLACKPINK JISOO | dating!headcanons

✶ ࣪˖࿐ * BLACKPINK MASTERLIST ✶ ࣪˖࿐ *

Your biggest hype woman and cheerleader 

She supports your goals and dreams 

Pushes you to do the things you want to do

If you ever feel anxious, tired or scared about the future

She’s always there to be your rock

She can make the most of intimidating task or goal seem easy to achieve

You both ground each other and support on another in everything

Acting like a married couple less than a year in of dating

Loves being the little spoon and being taken care of and pampered 

The world healthiest and perfect relationship 

Your parents and entire family love her

Dating her is like the ideal relationship that everyone plans when they’re young 

But never think would actually happen

She’s the ideal partner 

You two make others feel warm inside when they see you two together 

dividers by h-aewo

[happilychaengs]

Flowers Celebration

a/n: for that anon who suggested i make a jisoo fic, here it is. i'm actually low-key reverting back to short fics but i'll try not to. thank you to @urfriendlylocalidiot for giving me ideas for this fic again. hopefully you all enjoy

word count: 365

kim jisoo x gender neutral reader

Chaeyoung laughs as she sees you earnestly staring at your phone, "What're you looking at?"

"It's 6. She's probably coming back any time soon."

Chaeyoung snickers as she jokes with you, glancing all around your usually very clean apartment. "You put a lot of effort into this. You really love her." She stared at the walls, riddled with banners, all words of congratulations. Balloons floated across the room, Jennie and Lisa continuing to blow more and more up as they tossed some at each other, cackling.

You smile as you put your phone down and pick up the flowers, her favorites, by your side, "And that I do."

You quickly turn off the lights as you tell Jennie and Lisa to hide, you and Chaeyoung crouched behind the kitchen island. A small smile played at both your lips as your heart pounded against your chest.

The locks to the door began turning. You hear a gentle click as the hinges of the door began creaking, a small sigh barely within earshot. The lights abruptly turns on as Chaeyoung taps your thigh, all 4 of you shooting up and shouting, the sounds of Jennie and Lisa's confetti poppers loud.

"Surprise!"

Jisoo squealed where she stood and jumped, her eyes widened in surprise. Her chest heaves as she takes a few deep breaths, her hand covering her heart.

"What is all this? You could've given me a heart attack!"

You laugh as you stick out your flowers in front of her, "Congratulations."

Jisoo's heart settles down a little as she smiles. She takes the flowers, the floral scent floating through the air as she gives you a quick kiss, the rest of the girls squealing and smacking each other's shoulders at the sight.

She shys away as she mutters, "Thank you. All of you."

You hear a cork unscrew as a big pop startles you from behind. You quickly turn around and see Chaeyoung shouting with the wine bottle in her hands high in the air, the other girls cheering. "Let's get wasted!"

"Maybe I shouldn't have invited them." Jisoo laughs as she hugs you tightly, another kiss planted on your cheek.

"It's okay. This was perfect."

[winter-dayz]

It's only a dream...

Pairing: Kim Jisoo x Reader College AU; Nightmare on Elm Street AU Genre: Horror Words: 2197 Warnings: implied major character death; implied murder; nightmares; strong language; violence

Masterlist | Fictober Masterpost

Taglist:  @soobin-chois

“You think you can run from me?” Her voice echoed through the halls. “So cute~”

You huffed, darting through another open door into another empty room. You could do this. You could escape. Right?

“You can’t~” She giggled. Your footsteps echoed loudly, but hers were somehow totally silent. Her voice constantly floated through the mist, finding you around every corner and seeming to drift into your ear as if she was whispering right to you. “You can keep running, Y/N. But I will always find you~ I will always win.” She hissed, and you felt her nails scratch down your back.

“Stop!” You screamed, jolting upwards in your bed. You felt the sweat drip down your spine, your blankets so warm they felt suffocating.

“Y/N, you okay?” Your roommate called from the kitchen.

You breathed slowly, calming your racing heart. “I um… Yeah, I think so…” You finally called back after a few minutes.

A knock on your door made you jump once more, but you settled when you saw it was just Jisoo checking on you. She looked you over in concern, her eyebrows furrowed and lips pouted. “Are you sure you’re okay? Did you have another nightmare?”

Jisoo and you had met about six months ago. Your previous roommate, Lisa, had moved in with her girlfriend, and unfortunately, you could no longer afford the rent. After weeks of searching, you finally saw a flyer on campus advertising a room for rent on Elm Street. It wasn’t too far from where you had been living, and the rent was ridiculously cheap. So you went to meet the flyer’s owner.

Of course you were hesitant to live with a complete stranger, but after meeting Jisoo, you were pleasantly surprised. She seemed responsible and caring, immediately greeting you with a, ‘It’s so nice to meet you! Have you eaten?’ And as you lived together, you learned that, like you, Jisoo loved video games and snacks—particularly a good burger, ice cream, and iced americanos. The only quirk you really noticed was how much the girl slept. Truth be told, there were days you didn’t think she even left her bed. But regardless, she was an amazing roommate and became a fast friend.

“I’m okay, Soo…” You sighed, standing slowly. You felt a bit dizzy; you always did after those nightmares. And your back stung where your sleep shirt brushed against it. There would be scratches; you were sure of it… There always were when those horrible nails caught you. “And yeah… Another one…”

She pouted at you, “Aw… Do you want to talk about it, precious?”

“Not this time, I just really need to get a shower and to class…” You gathered your bathroom items, but noticed Jisoo still hovered in your door. “Did you need something, Soo?”

“Hm?” She had been staring at you blankly, but at your question, her eyes widened, “Oh, no… I was just wondering if you wanted to hang out this evening? But maybe if you’ve been having such bad nightmares, you should get some extra rest… Head to bed early, precious. I’m worried about you.”

You nodded in agreement, and Jisoo gave you one last pouty smile before heading to her own room.

���

The day passed quickly with your classes keeping you adequately distracted from the creepy visions that were floating in the back of your mind. However, before you knew it, night had fallen again, and you laid in your bed more exhausted than that morning.

You tried to keep your eyes open for as long as possible, hoping that it would somehow ward away the nightmares, but eventually you succumbed to the darkness.

And once again you found yourself in a smoky hallway with unending doors. Something was different though. This hall wasn’t neverending with more and more halls attached to empty rooms. It wasn’t a messy maze meant for you to be chased through. It was a single path.

The doors—all still open—were nothing but a black abyss when you peeked through them, as if in a video game that hadn’t finished rendering an area. You meandered slowly, as quietly as you could, down the singular hallway. One door stood at the end, closed, with light beaming through.

The door looked so familiar, but you couldn’t quite place where you had seen it. Breathing out steadily and building your nerve, you slowly turned the handle. It surprised you that it was unlocked, but it terrified you when you saw what was inside.

The room was yours. You stared down at yourself, asleep in bed. You had passed out with the light on, that’s why there was light beaming through…

How was this possible? How were you awake but asleep? Could you wake yourself up from here? What was going on?

You took a gentle step toward your bed, barely brushing a finger over your cheek before long nails swiped down your back. You cried out in pain, watching your sleeping doppelganger whimper as well, and whirled around to find the culprit.

Cackling.

The laughter echoed and bounced down the hall, beckoning you to follow. To finally solve the mystery of your tormentor. To finally end your nightmare.

You ran.

Not away from it like you normally would. No, you ran towards the demon. It was time to face whatever was haunting you. This was a dream. A nightmare. It couldn’t actually hurt you… right?

Your steps faltered at the thought. You reached back and felt the wetness of your shirt where you had bled into it from the demon’s cut marks.

“C’mon Y/N… Don’t you want to chase me?” The voice floated from one of the open doors, no longer a black abyss behind it. “Don’t you want to solve your little mystery?”

You glared down the hall before making up your mind. You sprinted back towards your room, reaching your bed and shaking yourself awake. When you grabbed your own shoulders, you could feel the raised skin on the other you. “No! Stop that!” The voice screamed getting closer. It reminded you of someone, but you didn’t have time to dwell. You lifted your hand and struck across your own cheek, the slap reverberating and hurting the “awake” you as well. But it did the trick. “I won’t let you win!”

As you jolted awake, the pain hit you like a train. It took all you could to not scream or cry out. Instead, you scrambled out of bed and locked your bedroom door.

You couldn’t stay here.

“I won’t let you win!”

The last words you heard before you woke up bounced around your mind.

You had heard those words more than once during late night gaming sessions.

Your roommate was your nightmare.

Which wouldn’t normally freak you out so much except for the fact that you had really never had nightmares, or even dreams, before you moved here. Except for the fact that your hand and your cheek were stinging from that slap. Except for the fact that the gashes on your back and the tears in your shirt were definitely made by your nightmare’s nails.

With a heavy breath, and silent tears streaming, you threw together a duffel bag. You hadn’t heard Jisoo stirring about the kitchen yet and knew now was your chance to escape.

Moving in here had always seemed too perfect. Now you suspected why. You needed to get out.

Even if you were crazy. Making it all up in your head. You didn’t think you could face Jisoo in this mindset. Her voice, her laugh, her perfect manicure. It would trigger you.

“Just a few days…” You whispered as you slipped out of your room and darted for the front door. You hesitated, turning to look down the hallway towards her room, but shook your head and left.

You were probably being irrational. There’s no way she was somehow controlling your dreams, and even if she was, why would she have any reason to? But, you needed to feel safe right now, and unfortunately, you just didn’t in that apartment. Jisoo would understand…

🎃

You weren’t being irrational.

After your spontaneous trip to your parents’ house an hour away, the nightmares stopped. The strange cuts and injuries stopped. The fear stopped.

Jisoo had promptly messaged you that morning asking your whereabouts, and you had lied about a family emergency. She had left you on read.

Now, you were sure you weren’t crazy, and you were also sure you needed to move.

You had researched what had been happening to you. At first, you simply found a lot of articles and blogs to decipher dream meanings, but then that led to studies on sleep paralysis, which led you to old folklore about “dream demons.”

Mares—also called maere, mara, mahr, mahrts, and marts—in old Germanic, Anglo-Saxon, and Norse folklore were evil spirits that would sneak into people’s rooms at night and give them bad dreams to drain their vitality while they slept and feed on their victims’ fear. They were known for their psychological and physical abuse of humans, going so far as to injure them in their dreams, which would manifest in real life. Some even would commit murder, killing the victim in their nightmare, which killed them in the waking world as well.

Spiraling down the rabbit hole of your research, you found a blog thread of someone claiming that their aunt was the victim of a dream demon in the ‘80s. Some child-murderer named Freddy had made a pact with the demonic entities. They bestowed their power to him in exchange for his help to cross over into reality.

Of course the thread was bashed by other commenters saying that the man they were referencing was killed in a fire in the late ‘60s, and they were just trying to tell scary stories.

The story, though, sounded familiar enough to you that you believed them. Right down to the location’s name… Elm Street.

Fuck. You definitely weren’t crazy. Even though you kind of wish you were.

You really needed to move. You needed to get out of that place. You needed to get away from “Jisoo,” or whatever her name really was.

But you didn’t want to go back. You couldn’t. You were afraid if you stepped foot in that apartment again, she’d never let you leave.

No, instead, you would send some movers or something to pack up your things. It seemed reasonable. You would call them first thing in the morning.

You just needed to get some sleep.

You needed to rest.

And in the morning, this would all be over.

You’d be away from that demon.

“I thought I told you that you can’t get away from me, Y/N.” Jisoo walked towards you menacingly.

You tried to back away, but the hallway seemed to continue stretching on and on. More open doors, more empty rooms, all leading back to the same long misty hallway. She continued to stalk towards you, hands raising up, her nails looked longer than you’d ever seen, and sharp enough that they were cutting into the plaster. She was going to kill you. She was going to shred you to bits. You were fucked.

As if reading your thoughts, her lips curled into a horrifying smile. “That’s right, precious. Be afraid. Your distress tastes delicious~”

You wanted to scream; you wanted to run. But suddenly, you found that the hallway had shortened to a small box, the doors had all disappeared, and Jisoo stood in front of you. Her normally well-manicured nails stretched into long, knife-like claws.

“I told you I always win here, Y/N. Your nightmares are my creations. My realm. I control what happens here. I feed off your fear. But if you think you can just run away, you are so, so wrong.” Jisoo was furious, and she had you cornered.

You had thought you could escape her in the waking world, but her connection to you was too strong. You had lost before you even knew you were a part of her game.

She stepped closer to you, and you pressed your back against the cold, solid cement. There was nowhere to go. You really were fucked this time around. All you could do was try to calm your erratic heart and not feed into the fear any further. But that was easier said than done when you felt her grasping your wrists. Her grip was stronger than you thought possible, and you were sure you could feel your bones on the brink of fracture.

One of her hands trailed up your arm, almost as if caressing you, but the pointed ends of her nails left clean slices in their wake. Your blood gently spilled in small rivulets, dripping down your arm in a mirror to the tears streaming your cheeks.

“It’s only a dream…” You cried helplessly as her hand wrapped around your neck, her razor nails beginning to press into your artery. “A nightmare!” Jisoo closed in, whispering right in your ear as she had done so many times before to terrorize you and feed on your fear. “Come to Jisoo, precious.”

[vex91]

Blackpink Masterlist

(f) - fluff, (a) - angst, (af) - angst + fluff, (s) - smut

Kim Jisoo:

Nothing yet...

Kim Jennie:

Nothing yet...

Roseanne Park:

Nothing yet...

Lalisa Manoban:

Nothing yet...

OT4:

Nothing yet...

[silentreader98]

How to 🧭

tag serching

Ex. #miyawaki sakura x reader

#miyawaki sakura x huh yunjin

[sluttywonwoo]

they wanna (fuck)

pairing: joshua hong x f reader x vernon chwe

summary: your boyfriend joshua wants to explore something new with you… and his best friend

warnings: swearing, smut (18+ ; mdni)

smut warnings: threesome/cuckolding adjacent, oral (f receiving), protected and unprotected sex, choking

word count: 3.2k

your boyfriend grew up an only child. he’s not the best at sharing. which is why it surprised you more than a little bit when he suggested letting one of his best friends fuck you.

it wasn’t like you were opposed to the idea, you just didn’t think he was serious. you thought it might be a test. but it wasn’t.

“why vernon?” you’d asked.

“he’s got a thing for you,” joshua said, shrugging like it was no big deal.

“and he told you this?”

“nah, just caught him looking at your ass a bunch of times.”

“and have you asked him about this?”

“i was going to bring it up the next time i see him.”

“oh my god, he doesn’t even know?”

joshua scoffed and crossed his arms over his chest. “well, of course i’d bring it up to you first! it’s your vagina!”

“you’re unbelievable.”

“look, do you want to fuck him or not?”

-

you did want to fuck vernon. it wasn’t like it was a fantasy of yours or even something you’d dwelled on beyond a passing thought, but the man was certainly easy on the eyes and the way he carried himself made you wonder about… things how big it was.

joshua didn’t tell you exactly how the conversation went down. he just told you that vernon was “extremely down” for it, and that they planned for a time when all three of you were free.

“but why do you want me to fuck one of your friends?”

his cheeks turned pink. “um, it’s kind of a possessive thing, i think.”

“what? how does that work?”

“i just think it’d be hot to watch someone fuck you knowing that i get to have you all the time. i’m letting them have a taste but they’ll never get to experience you the same way i will… never get to make you feel the way i do.”

it was your turn to be flustered.

joshua peeked at your reaction. “is that… bad?” he asked nervously.

you shook your head. “no, not bad at all.”

he breathed a sigh of relief. “okay, good. good.”

-

when the day actually rolled around, you could tell joshua was having second thoughts. he kept himself busy all morning, cleaning the kitchen, doing laundry, organizing and reorganizing your shared record collection (they’re chronological now)…

“we don’t have to do this,” you reminded him.

“i know. i want to, though,” he assured you. “i’m just nervous about what it will be like to see you with someone else…” he trailed off but you knew what he was implying. he was afraid his jealousy would get the better of him.

you rubbed his back comfortingly as you listened. “well, we can stop at any time.”

he nodded and took your hand, squeezing it once. “the same goes for you, you know.”

you checked the clock. “shouldn’t he be here by now?”

“have you ever known vernon to be on time?”

“fair enough.”

he gets there around fifteen minutes later, looking just as nervous as your boyfriend. maybe even more so. but once joshua goes over the arrangement again and everyone starts taking their clothes off, they both seem a lot more relaxed.

“you can kiss her, you know,” joshua murmurs from his side of the room, apparently dissatisfied with the pace of things. “as long as you don’t leave any marks.”

“is that ok?” vernon asks you.

“yeah, kiss me,” you encourage, pulling him by the shoulders until his nose is just inches from yours.

he closes his eyes and leans in, meeting you halfway. it’s a weird feeling, kissing someone who isn’t your boyfriend, but it isn’t bad. embers of excitement from the unfamiliarity of it all are quick to spark between you, quelling the anxiety and igniting something carnal inside you both. vernon’s the first to use tongue, much to your surprise. a startled moan leaves your lips as he slips his tongue between them.

you’re not sure how much time passes before he pulls away but when he does you’re taken aback by his appearance. your boyfriend’s best friend, always so reserved and quiet, looks like a completely different person.

vernon’s always been handsome of course, but you’ve never looked at him like you’re looking at him now.

he looks almost vampiric, pale skin glowing in the dim light of the table lamps lit on your nightstands. his cheeks are flushed pink with heat and his lips are a little swollen from kissing you so deeply.

“can i touch you too?” he asks, breathless.

“yes, please,” you gasp, “please touch me.”

his hand slides down between your bodies to where your legs are already spread for him. you’d be embarrassed about how eager you are for another man in front of your boyfriend if he wasn’t currently watching the two of you while he palmed himself over his boxers.

everyone had just undressed to their underwear so no one’s naked yet but vernon appears to be intent on changing that for you. he pulls your panties to the side, exposing you to both him and joshua as he pushes a finger inside of you.

your grab on to him for stability, head falling slack against his shoulder.

“add another one, she likes the stretch,” joshua advises.

vernon stiffens a bit— you can’t tell whether it’s from annoyance at being told what to do instead of being allowed to figure it out himself, or if it’s because he had forgotten your boyfriend was still there altogether, but he does what he’s told nonetheless.

the effect is immediate. you moan, maybe a little too loud, and try to muffle yourself in vernon’s shoulder. your first instinct is to bite him, because that’s what you do with joshua when things start feeling intense, but you don’t know him like that. you don’t know if it’s something he’s into. still, your grip around his bicep tightens as he continues to finger you, nails threatening to dig into his skin.

“you can mark me up,” he tells you with a smirk, like he can read your mind. “i don’t mind.”

you take him at his word, sinking your teeth into his shoulder. he moans at the feeling and it’s only then that you realize you could be touching him too. you reach for him but before you can get your hand on him he leans back to look at joshua.

“can i eat her out?”

your boyfriend considers his friend’s request for a moment before answering.

“yes, but she can’t suck you off.”

you wilt a bit but you know joshua didn’t make that rule to punish you. he was already sharing so much of you by exploring this kink that you can’t blame him for wanting to keep part of you for himself. you’re honestly surprised he’s letting vernon go down on you in the first place.

vernon tsks. “i don’t care about that, i just want to taste her. lay back for me, baby.”

you do, but not before scooting up the bed so that vernon can comfortably lay on his stomach between your legs. joshua comes to your side and tucks a piece of your hair behind your ear.

“how’re you doing, baby?”

“good,” you say through a hazy smile.

“yeah? his fingers feel good?”

“mhm…”

“i bet his mouth will too.”

you can see how hard joshua is through his boxers, can see the small dark spot where precum had seeped through the fabric. you’re relieved to know he’s enjoying it just as much as you are— maybe more. you long to touch him too. you try to, but he steps just out of reach. is no one going to let you jerk them off tonight?

you’re distracted by vernon again before you can protest.

“let’s get these off of you,” he murmurs, tugging at the elastic of your panties.

you lift up so he can slide them down your legs. he gets them off in record time and shoulders himself between your thighs, kissing his way up to your pussy. first your knee, then your inner thigh, then the crux of your hip.

“not too much now,” joshua warns from his corner.

you roll your eyes. “shua…”

“what! i’m just reminding him not to get too comfortable!”

“that’s fair,” vernon interjects. “sorry.”

joshua mumbles something else but neither you or his best friend catch it because vernon had already buried his face in your cunt.

“oh, fuck,” you gasp, hands flying to his hair.

he’s eager for it, that much is clear. he only sucks on your clit for a couple of seconds before going straight to tongue-fucking you, as if that had been his goal this whole time. you figure he must feel like he has something to prove— or he just really likes eating pussy.

it’s good. he’s good. too good. he’s not better at it than joshua, but he is about to make you cum in a few seconds flat which is a problem because you never cum that fast with your boyfriend.

it’s probably a mixture of vernon’s aggressive technique and how hot you find this whole arrangement to be but you still don’t want it to make joshua feel some type of way so you try your best to hold off a little longer.

you conjure up sad thoughts, try thinking about all the chores you need to do, all the things you’ve heard men do when they try and stave off an orgasm but you know you’re fighting a losing battle.

“already, baby?” joshua muses, drawing your attention to him again.

he’s degrading you like he normally would in bed but you can tell he’s at least a little pissed off from the way his eyes are wider than usual.

“is he that good?”

you shake your head adamantly, fumbling for words. “n-no! i mean he’s good but uh, i don’t-”

between your legs, you can feel vernon smirking against you. you want to smack him but you can’t feel your arms anymore.

joshua scoffs in disbelief and tongues his cheek as you bite your lip to keep yourself from crying out. always the gentleman, though, he leans down and offers you his hand for you to anchor yourself as you cum.

"you're not a very good liar, angel," is all he says as you give up on fighting it and let it hit you. you squeeze his hand hard, back arching off the mattress, pushing your hips further into vernon's face.

vernon doesn't stop until your body goes slack and joshua doesn't let go of your hand until vernon stops.

they let you catch your breath before either of them speaks again. vernon is still grinning as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. he's dripping with you but he doesn't seem to mind in the slightest, going as far as to lick the remnants of you from his fingers as if he hadn't just had his head between your thighs less than a minute ago.

"she tastes so fucking good," he murmurs.

"i know," your boyfriend mutters.

"lucky bastard."

joshua turns his attention to you, expression softening when he sees how dazed you look. “you okay, baby?”

you nod with a smile. “mhm.”

“do you want to keep going? do you need a break?”

“wanna keep going,” you say as you prop yourself up on your elbows and look between the two of them. “if you guys do, obviously.”

“fuck yeah,” vernon exhales, making you and your boyfriend laugh.

“you brought condoms, right?” joshua asks.

you and joshua don’t use condoms anymore so you didn’t have any on hand. the two of you debated picking some up beforehand but joshua wasn’t sure what size to get so he just told vernon to bring some himself. problem solved.

“uh yeah,” vernon answers, grabbing his jeans off the floor and fishing a handful of them from one of the pockets. “i didn’t know how many to bring,” he says sheepishly.

“if we don’t use them all today, we can save them for another time,” you assure him.

joshua and vernon react at the same time. “another time?!”

“like if this goes well, right?”

joshua pretends to be annoyed but you can see the little smile that he tries to hide behind his hand, secretly pleased that you're enjoying this as much as he is.

vernon's quick to get the condom on and his boxers off, ripping the packet open with his teeth and rolling the latex down to the base of his cock.

he isn't longer than joshua but he is thicker. he's really thick, actually. your mouth waters at the sight and you clench around nothing, feeling even more hollow than you had when he first took his fingers out of you.

"she's got a bit of a size kink," joshua informs his friend, following your gaze to his dick.

"that's not true!" you protest.

"it's a little true," joshua insists.

vernon just grins. he clearly doesn't care about the truth, whatever it is. he's just happy to know you like what you see.

"josh, what position do you want me in?" vernon asks.

joshua doesn't even have to think about it. "either from behind or tabletop. regular missionary is too intimate."

you have to agree. even though it feels incredible, you wouldn't want to experience that with anyone but joshua.

"do you have a preference?" vernon asks you.

"let's do tabletop," you decide. "i want to see you."

"i was hoping you would say that," he admits. "we can switch positions later on if you want."

"you think you'll last that long?" you tease, reaching out to stroke him once or twice just to see him react.

vernon hisses and jerks away from you, cock twitching against his stomach. "good point," he grits out, "we'll cross that bridge if we get to it."

he gets up off the bed and walks around to the foot of it, grabbing you by the ankles and pulling until you're flush with his hips.

"damn dude," joshua says under his breath.

vernon ignores your boyfriend's comment even though he's blushing, choosing to put his full focus on you instead. you're already squirming beneath him, desperate to feel him for the first time.

"are you ready?"

"yes."

"are you sure?"

"god, vernon, if you don't put it in alr-"

the threat works. he pushes himself inside of you in one go, face scrunching up as he fists the sheets beside your head to steel himself.

"god damn it," he chokes out, legs trembling. it sounds suspiciously like a sob but you're too busy trying to adjust to his size to call him on it. "fuck, how do you feel so good?"

"it's insane, right?" joshua gloats. "she's perfect."

"it's not fair..." vernon whines, mostly to himself.

"how does he feel, baby?" joshua asks you, coming close and petting your hair again. he then wipes the tears from the corners of your eyes and then presses the same fingers against your mouth, the salt stinging your swollen lips.

"he f-feels good." your answer comes out muffled against his hand but it seems to satisfy your boyfriend and your lover nonetheless.

he feels better than just good, he feels fucking incredible. the stretch is so intense you feel like you're about to be split in half but you aren't able to articulate that with how overwhelmed you are.

vernon gathers himself eventually but it takes several deep breaths and what sounds like a prayer for strength before he continues.

"can i move?" he asks you, the request bordering on begging.

"yeah, please. please fuck me."

he gives a couple of experimental thrusts before building up to a steady rhythm, each one feeling better than the last. you're so wet that the glide of him inside of you is almost too easy but there's still a bit of resistance due to how thick he is.

"how do you like it?" he grunts, "fast, slow?"

"th-this is good," you say.

"rub her clit," joshua adds.

"i was getting to that," vernon mutters.

he slows down and snakes a hand between your legs, feeling around for it until he feels you tighten up around him.

"there we go," he whispers gently, repeating the pattern he remembers you liking the most.

"you're so fucking pretty, baby," you hear joshua say, making you reach out for him in search of his hand. he gives it to you immediately, squeezing affectionately and encouraging you to do the same. you always held hands during sex. it was a way you were able to anchor yourself to him, squeezing his palm whenever something felt particularly intense. it was comforting to have that translate here as well.

"i love you," he says, pressing a kiss to the back of your hand.

a profession of love while another man is inside of you is a little strange, all things considered, but it still makes you melt.

"i love you too," you reply, before remembering the aforementioned other man inside of you. "sorry, is this turning you off?"

he doesn't even look fazed by it. "nah, it's fine. she got so fucking tight when you told her you loved her."

joshua smirks. "wanna know what else makes her tight?"

"what?"

your boyfriend lets go of your hand, promising to come back, and rounds the bed to whisper something in his best friend's ear. vernon's eyes get wide and his hips stop moving.

"for real?"

joshua just nods as he takes his place by your side again, offering you an innocent smile that you don't buy at all.

vernon exhales harshly and shakes his head like he has to psych himself up for whatever he's about to do or say, which makes sense when he leans forward and wraps a hand around your throat.

you gasp in surprise but clench around him almost immediately, just like joshua said you would. he only applies a little bit of pressure but it's enough to have the desired effect.

vernon curses and stutters forward, eliciting what sounds like a whimper as he struggles to get his other hand back between your legs.

"told you."

"i'm not going to last," vernon stammers, looking away from his best friend in embarrassment.

"you can cum whenever you want."

"but sh-she hasn't yet..."

"i'll take care of that, don't worry," joshua assures him. "you made her cum on your face already, remember?"

"but i, i... fuck," his voice breaks off into a whine, the rest of the sentence dissolving on his tongue. it's like he can't stop fucking you, can't even slow down, even though he doesn't want to cum yet.

"come on, give it to me," you sigh out.

he gives in finally, practically collapsing on top of you as he cums into the condom. he weakly thrusts himself through it, kissing you to swallow the noises he's making.

he's still twitching inside of you when he catches his breath.

"sorry, i'm sorry," he breathes. "i didn't mean to-"

"baby, it's fine," you tell him earnestly. "we wanted you to feel good."

he pouts but nods like he understands and pulls out with a groan.

"and like i said," joshua interjects, patting his friend on the back as he trades places with him and notches the head of his cock inside of you. when he took his underwear off, you have no idea, but you can't bring yourself to care when he bottoms out and offers you his hand one last time. "i'll take care of the rest."

[dokries]

seventeen when their partner is lovey dovey with them on camera

pairing: seventeen x gender neutral reader

genre: fluff, established relationship, idol!au (for both the members and reader)

word count: 2.3k

warnings: the public is okay with the relationships, all of seventeen is down bad, reader is kinda bold? not too much though, kisses and hand holding, hoshi says he’s a tiger like normal, mingyu and dino are bullied also like normal

author note: thank you so much for requesting, sweet anon ‎♡ i kinda got off track when it came to the request…so there’s little scenarios for each member and i hope that’s okay! i just had a little fun <3 lots of love and enjoy reading :>

masterlist

seungcheol (s.coups)

❧ if you were asked about your relationship with him and what you like about his personality, he would definitely try to keep a poker face (you are live after all) but fail very badly at it because the heart eyes he’s making at you are way too obvious, and the huge grin on his face that says “yeah, this is my partner.” isn’t helping.

❧ if the other members are near, they’d all roll their eyes and groan at how down bad the leader is and you’d just giggle.

❧ eventually, either you or someone else would have to say his name a few times before he remembers you’re on camera and he holds your hands in his as he whispers a promise of showering you with love later before answering whatever question was thrown at him.

❧ of course, he holds up his end of the deal he made you by giving you a tight hug when the shoot's over and peppers your face with kisses, all giddy over the fact that you said you loved him even if your relationship has been public for a while.

❧ “do you actually mean what you said earlier? because i meant every single word i said about you.”

jeonghan

❧ he’d share a glance with you and look away with a smile when you giggle and lean against his shoulder when someone said something funny.

❧ would be nonchalant about it, going back to whatever he was talking about with the only difference being a small smirk on his face that turns into a little bit of a smile when you interlock hands with him secretly.

❧ seungkwan would probably sigh, having seen this type of thing way too often at home, glaring at jeonghan to get his act together (as if jeonghan doesn't seem to be the most composed he possibly can be other than the slight redness to his ears because of how open you’re being)

❧ if he’s playing a game and you come up to even just smile at him, he would let out a sigh before gently touching the small of your back to move you away from him, whispering about how he needs to win and you’re not helping.

❧ “listen, i love you but you’re distracting me so you need to be over here. i need to win this skincare set for both of us–i mean, me and seungkwan of course! right, seungkwan?” (seungkwan’s not buying it)

jisoo (joshua)

❧ if you were walking from one location to another on set and grabbed his hand, swinging it as you walked, he would totally give you one of his signature eye smiles before looking around for any cameras nearby.

❧ if he couldn’t find any, he would quickly place a small kiss on your cheek, the thrill of potentially being caught causing the two of you to giggle. (in fact, you are caught, and caratland loves how sweet the two of you are once they see it in a behind the scenes clip, even if it’s not completely clear)

❧ if he does find a cameraperson coming up behind you, he would totally try to get their attention and raise your intertwined hands up and give a satisfied nod before looking at you with a big grin.

❧ when you squeeze his hand to get his attention on you, and not the camera when he starts talking about the scenery around the two of you (it’s a hallway), his gaze immediately turns to you, complete with a soft “hm?” and a head tilt. when you only smile, he chuckles softly before turning back to the camera and gives you a squeeze back.

❧ “hey, i saw no cameras so it should be okay! either way, the fans already know so you don’t need to worry.”

junhui (jun)

❧ even if you just pat his back encouragingly as he introduces himself on a variety show, he’ll either pause before continuing shortly after or stutter slightly on his words.

❧ would have that adorable laugh where his entire body laughs with him and smiles shyly as you hold his hand lightly, letting him know that you can let go if he wants you to (he would never).

❧ honestly, he doesn’t know what’s going on half the time and keeps whispering and asking what he needs to do in your ears, and when he gets caught by the other people on the show, he only smiles sheepishly, not wanting to admit it’s because he’s maybe a bit distracted by your smile in general, so he keeps stealing glances in your direction instead of paying attention.

❧ “oh, i’m sorry, what did you just say? i didn’t get the question.”

soonyoung (hoshi)

❧ he would totally put his head on top of yours if you leaned against him, tired after a game of futsal that took more out of you than you thought it would. the two of you would be sitting on the side of the turf, watching the others play, cheering for whichever team you liked better and soonyoung would play with your hands in the meantime.

❧ if you seemed genuinely exhausted, he would be the first one there to ask if you needed anything at all, and if your response was just to be with him, he would giggle before making sure the camera caught that (he needs to brag about his adorable partner, after all) and give you a hug before exclaiming about how sweaty you are while laughing so you know he’s just joking.

❧ “well, if you just need me…i’ll use all my tiger power to make sure you feel better! you can definitely trust me!”

wonwoo

❧ if you suddenly asked for his hand, he would look at you confused before giving it to you in a daze. once you keep a death grip on his hand, he slowly understands what you meant and nods to himself once before giving you a curt look as well.

❧ in general, he’s mostly calm when he’s around you but if you call him cute, he may just stop functioning for a few seconds before continuing with whatever he’s doing.

❧ usually doesn’t do skinship in general so when you initiate it, especially during a live broadcast, he’s genuinely confused and his ears heat up (depending on the setting, he may even let out a little giggle despite himself).

❧ “what are you—oh. … um, right, so about this question—”

jihoon (woozi)

❧ you leaning on his shoulder is more than enough for him to turn red because you're being so…open. of course, you usually do initiate skinship with him anyway by giving him a hug or a kiss on the cheek when he’s working in the studio but on camera, he feels a little bit embarrassed by how easily he gets red because of your fingers gently touching his in an attempt to hold them.

❧ shies away from you once someone else brings up the colour of his cheeks and it gets even more noticeable, which is the opposite effect he wants it to have. when you pout at him moving away, he just about melts back into your arms silently, secretly hating how much control you have over him (he really isn’t bothered by it as much as he probably should be).

❧ he’s so awkward after, and everyone just needs to bring up the way his face is tinted red to tease him on one of the rare occasions they can.

❧ “no, it’s just the lighting…i should move spots so it doesn’t seem like i'm too hot or something.”

seokmin (dokyeom)

❧ you’re on going seventeen and during a calm shooting—or as much as it’ll get when you’re with mostly hyperactive men and their partners—the staff start showing videos of the members’ partners where they each share something they love about their respective member, and you grab seokmin’s hand just before it’s his turn to see the video you had shot separately a few days before—it’s in age order, so you’re both expecting it when the screen turns black before your smiling face shows up.

❧ he’d either get super shy (by newjeans) and hide his face in your shoulder as he hears you praise him over and over again with a huge grin on your face, one that’s infectious to everyone around the two of you or he’d gasp and squeal like an anime school girl, his head whipping from the actual you to the on screen version as he slowly gets more red, especially when you look at the camera and make a heart with your arms over your head and say “doahae!”

❧ eventually, seokmin relaxes, leaning into your side calmly once his turn to get praised is over and make small comments or hype up the remaining younger members as his hand squeezes yours with a quiet thanks.

❧ also, you’re getting a huge hug as soon as he can give one to you. you have no choice in the matter (well, you do; seokmin would never force you into anything).

❧ “oh, sweetie…you’re too nice. doahae to you too!” (he looks like :D with a big grin on his face)

mingyu

❧ although this obviously depends on context, he’d definitely either be super cocky or giggly. there is no in between when it comes to you. 

❧ if it’s something similar to what just happened for seokmin, mingyu would be smirking, your praises fuelling his ego more than what’s needed (according to the other members, at least.) 

❧ would shrug and smile before hugging you for everything you’ve said about him, it being mostly about how much he cares for you. instead of cheering him on, his friends choose to boo him, and he frowns immediately, snuggling closer to you for support.

❧ “you’re the only one i can trust…i stopped believing in them a long time ago.” (when you say he does look a little silly, he starts to sulk, pushing you away slightly with a sigh) “you’re all traitors.”

minghao (the8)

❧ minghao is not phased by you caressing his hand as the two of you listen to game rules for what the programs are forcing you to play. like honestly, he smoothly takes your other hand in his like it’s nothing on camera, and you can’t help but swoon in your head. 

❧ despite this confidence that stems from the comfortable relationship the two of you have, he still can get a little flustered but he would show it off camera. 

❧ as soon as the staff lets everyone take a break in between filming, he looks over at you and giggles, squeezing your hand that hasn’t moved from its spot in his own hands, finally letting himself be off guard.

❧ alternatively, if you say something in chinese, like whisper bǎo bèi (baby) into his ear as you pass by him, he’d stumble on his own feet and sputter, even if you say it often outside of the public eye. he immediately turns red and can’t help but smile before clearing his throat in an effort to return to his normal composed self.

❧ of course, this wouldn’t be complete without the other members and people teasing minghao throughout the shoot, and his ears staying red really doesn’t help his case as he tries to gaslight convince everyone that nothing happened. 

❧ “what? no, no, you’ve got it all wrong–i’m perfectly fine! do you not see my face right now? i literally look the same as normal. be quiet, seungkwan.”

seungkwan

❧ speaking of seungkwan, this guy is somehow simultaneously smug and shy at the same time. he’d huff out a laugh if you complimented him with the smile on your face that he adores but his face would be red nonetheless. 

❧ if you kept going with your compliments—because there really is a lot you can talk about when it comes to him—he would wave it off with a “pshh stop it” before giggling and abruptly stopping to smack your shoulder because he’s flustered by you being so bold (though you’re really not; it’s just the camera being there changes things for him)

❧ despite the way he acts, he would smile in secret when he thinks no one is watching him before putting on a front when someone notices. 

❧ once they shoot ends or you get a break, he gives you a hug as soon as he can, and thanks you for the love you always show him. 

❧ “hey, i’m sorry for hitting you, i was just too…shy to do anything else. i love you lots, okay? you’re not allowed to forget it.” 

hansol (vernon)

❧ this guy is so hard to fluster, and i’m not even joking. 

❧ almost anything you do, whether it be compliments or a hug, will get you a series of nods before a high five in some cases.

❧ of course, you both call each other “dude” and “bro” because come on, it’s hansol vernon chwe. 

❧ the most you can probably get from him is his ears turning red after you aggressively compliment him or snuggle up to him for a while; that stuff means more to him then he’ll let on.

❧ however most of the time it’s just “thanks dude, appreciate it.” (i love him for it)

chan (dino)

❧ slightly similar to seungkwan because he’ll smile and chuckle with an “oh my god, stop it!” (he doesn’t want you to stop, ever.)

❧ he absolutely adores you and would look at you with the same look he had for seungcheol in that one clip, his eyes fond after you compliment him. 

❧ he’s also the type to give it back to you, saying that you’re much better than him, even if it’s not true. 

❧ however, we all know seventeen is out to get lee chan, and he would deadpan as soon as his members (aka seungkwan) starts booing him, snuggling closer to you instead for physical and moral support while pointing at his other members with a huff.

❧ “even if you all don’t love me, i know they do! and that’s all that matters.” (queue the fond look in his eyes again)

❧ (once you give him a kiss on the forehead as a sort of comfort, he would totally stick his tongue out at the members, your actions only proving the point he makes.)

[cool-fancier]

Between the Lines

Kim Jisoo x Female Reader

Synopsis: In the bustling halls of Seoul Arts Academy, two teachers—Y/N and Jisoo Kim—navigate playful rumors and buried feelings, discovering that love grows quietly, between the lines.

Word Count:2.8K

The beginning of the school year at Seoul Arts Academy always felt like stepping onto a stage, the same routine unfolding but with fresh faces and new stories yet to be told. You stood in your classroom, straightening a few stray chairs, taking a deep breath as students trickled in for your first history class of the day. The clattering of backpacks, the hum of low chatter—it was comforting, a reminder of why you chose this path.

“Ms. Kim, why do we have to study the past if it’s already happened?” a student, Min-seo, called out as she flopped into her seat.

You smiled at her. “Because the past has a funny way of repeating itself. If we don’t learn from it, we’re bound to make the same mistakes.”

The response was met with a few groans and chuckles, but you could see the gears turning in their heads, which was always a small victory. As the bell rang, you launched into your introduction for the semester, explaining the key events you’d be covering—revolutions, wars, peace treaties. The usual rhythm of teaching felt familiar, almost automatic.

But as you spoke, part of your attention wandered. You knew Jisoo was probably next door, handling her own set of students, the same light-hearted energy she always brought to her music classes making her students adore her. And, of course, feeding into the constant jokes from students and staff alike that the two of you were "Ms. and Mrs. Kim."

The teasing had started innocently enough. After all, you and Jisoo shared the same last name and had similar teaching styles—people always assumed there was more to your bond than simple friendship. At first, you laughed it off, but as time passed, those jokes began to linger, creeping into your thoughts during moments of silence.

— — — —

Lunchtime in the staff room was a sacred part of the day. It was where the teachers unwound, shared stories about students, and caught up on each other’s lives. As you pushed open the door, the usual suspects were already gathered—Jennie Kim sat scrolling through her phone, Lisa Manobal was leaning back in her chair with her feet up on the table, and Rosé Park was rifling through a stack of papers, no doubt grading last-minute assignments from her literature class.

"Look who it is!" Lisa called out, grinning as you walked in. "Mrs. Kim has arrived."

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the smile that tugged at your lips. "Very funny, Lisa."

Jennie looked up from her phone, raising an eyebrow. "Where’s your better half? Didn’t you two walk in together today?"

Rosé smirked from the corner, not even looking up from her papers. "Of course they did. They’re practically inseparable."

You grabbed your lunch and took a seat beside Lisa, shaking your head. "We don’t even live near each other. How do you all keep saying we arrive together?"

"Details, details," Lisa waved her hand dismissively. "But you’ve got to admit, it does look suspicious."

At that moment, the door creaked open, and Jisoo entered the staff room, her signature grin already in place as if she knew exactly what conversation she was walking into. She crossed the room with an easy confidence, dropping her lunch onto the table before sitting next to you.

"Am I late to the gossip session?" she asked, looking around at your friends.

"Perfect timing," Jennie said dryly. "We were just discussing your upcoming wedding with Y/N."

Jisoo let out a short laugh, her eyes sparkling. "Oh, yeah? When’s the date?"

You shot her a look, but Jisoo just shrugged, leaning in close enough that her shoulder brushed yours. It was a casual touch, one that might have gone unnoticed to anyone else, but you felt the warmth of it linger longer than it should have.

"Any day now," Lisa chimed in, winking. "We’ve already got the invitations ready."

"Great," Jisoo said, her tone playful, but there was something softer beneath it as she glanced at you. "I’ll make sure to wear white."

The conversation shifted after that—Rosé started ranting about one of her students who had tried to submit an essay full of song lyrics, and Jennie complained about how unprepared her third-year math students were. But even as everyone laughed and joked, you were acutely aware of Jisoo sitting beside you, the playful teasing that felt like it held something more underneath.

You weren’t sure when it started—this feeling that the lines between friendship and something more had begun to blur—but you couldn’t deny that it was there, simmering beneath the surface of every shared glance, every joke that lingered just a second too long.

— — — —

After the school day ended, the usual rush of students clearing out of the building was in full swing. You stood at your desk, organizing your lesson plan for the next day when Jisoo poked her head into your classroom.

"Hey," she said, leaning casually against the doorframe. "You doing anything tonight?"

You looked up, surprised by the invitation. "Nothing planned, why?"

Jisoo smiled, pushing off the doorframe and walking into the room. "I was thinking we could grab some dinner? I need to debrief after dealing with my first-years. They were especially chaotic today."

You laughed. "Sure, sounds good. Any place in mind?"

"How about that little Italian spot near the park? It’s quiet enough that we can actually hear each other talk."

"Sold," you said, packing up your things. The idea of spending more time with Jisoo, away from the students and the staff room gossip, felt like a nice change of pace.

— — — —

The restaurant was cozy, tucked away from the busy streets. Soft lighting and the smell of fresh pasta filled the air as you and Jisoo sat across from each other, menus forgotten on the table. The casual ease of your workday banter slipped away, leaving a quieter, more intimate atmosphere between you.

"So," Jisoo said, breaking the silence as she took a sip of her wine. "How are you really doing, Y/N?"

It was such a simple question, but the sincerity in her voice made you pause. You leaned back in your chair, thinking about how to answer. "Honestly? I’m okay. But this whole ‘Kim couple’ joke is starting to get under my skin a little."

Jisoo nodded, setting her glass down. "Yeah, I’ve been thinking about that too. It’s funny… until it’s not."

There was a weight to her words, something more serious than the playful tone she usually used. You felt your heart beat a little faster as she met your gaze, her eyes softer than usual, like she was trying to say something but holding back.

"You think we should… stop encouraging it?" you asked, not entirely sure what you meant by that.

Jisoo looked at you for a long moment before shaking her head. "I don’t know if we’re really encouraging it. I think they’re seeing something we haven’t figured out yet."

You stared at her, the words hanging between you. The playful, teasing Jisoo was gone, replaced by someone who was looking at you like they were waiting for you to catch up.

"Jisoo…" you started, unsure of how to finish.

She leaned forward slightly, her voice soft but steady. "I think we need to figure out what we are, Y/N. Because I’ve been thinking about it a lot lately, and maybe they’re right. Maybe we are more than just friends."

The admission was quiet, but it hit you like a wave, the truth of it undeniable now that it was out in the open. Your heart raced, a million thoughts running through your mind, but one thing was clear: this wasn’t just about the students' jokes anymore. This was real, and it was something you couldn’t ignore any longer.

— — — —

The days following that dinner felt different. The teasing from your friends continued, but now, there was something more tangible between you and Jisoo, something that made every glance feel heavier, every touch more deliberate.

One afternoon, as you sat grading papers in the staff room, Jennie, Rosé, and Lisa were lounging around, discussing weekend plans.

"Y/N," Lisa called over, grinning mischievously. "You and Jisoo coming to karaoke with us on Friday?"

You didn’t get a chance to respond before Jisoo walked in, overhearing the question. "Karaoke? Sounds fun," she said, dropping into the seat beside you. "We’re in, right?"

You nodded, unable to hide your smile. "Yeah, we’re in."

Rosé laughed, leaning over to whisper loudly to Jennie, "Look at them, already answering for each other. It’s like they’re married."

Jennie smirked. "Honestly, it’s getting kind of gross how cute they are."

Jisoo turned to you, her smile widening. "I guess we’ve been caught."

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help laughing with her. As much as the teasing still got under your skin sometimes,you loved it.

— — — —

The banter in the staff room that afternoon was light, filled with the usual laughter and teasing. But underneath it all, you couldn't ignore the subtle changes between you and Jisoo—the quiet glances, the comfortable silences, the way your conversations now felt deeper than before. It was like a new layer had been added, one that neither of you had fully acknowledged but was undeniably there.

Friday came quickly, and before you knew it, you were standing outside a small karaoke bar, the neon lights flickering overhead. Lisa, Jennie, and Rosé were already inside, picking songs and bickering over which genre to start with.

Jisoo nudged your arm, pulling your attention back to her. "You ready for this?" she asked, her lips curving into that familiar smirk that always made your heart skip a beat.

You grinned, pushing the door open. "As long as you don’t make me sing, we’re good."

The inside of the bar was warm, the low thrum of music filling the air. You could hear Lisa's voice echoing from a nearby room, already belting out an energetic pop song while Jennie and Rosé tried to harmonize through their laughter.

"Come on, we saved you the best seat," Lisa called out, waving you both over to the corner booth.

You slid into the booth next to Jisoo, the soft vinyl pressing against your legs as you settled in. The atmosphere was lively, but there was something grounding about being close to her, your shoulders brushing every now and then as you leaned back, listening to the chaotic but joyful sounds of your friends.

After a few rounds of terrible (but entertaining) singing, you excused yourself to get another drink. The cool air outside the karaoke room was a nice reprieve from the warmth inside. As you stood at the bar, waiting for your order, you felt a presence next to you before you even turned around.

"You’re avoiding the stage," Jisoo said, her tone teasing but soft.

"I told you—I’m not much of a singer," you replied, glancing over at her with a grin.

She leaned against the counter, her eyes lingering on you for a moment longer than usual. "I know. But you don’t need to be. It’s just for fun."

You smiled at that, but something about the way she was looking at you tonight—something more intent than before—made the air between you feel charged, like a quiet shift had happened without either of you realizing.

"Are you having fun, though?" she asked, her voice softer now, more intimate.

"I am," you replied honestly. "It’s nice… being here with you."

Jisoo’s smile softened, her gaze holding yours as if she was weighing her next words carefully. "I like being around you, too."

There it was again—that feeling. The weight of something unsaid between you, but instead of the usual teasing or playful banter, this moment felt heavier, more real. You could feel the words hanging in the air, waiting to be spoken. But Jisoo didn’t rush it, didn’t jump to some grand declaration or cheesy line. Instead, she just looked at you, her expression thoughtful, as if she was figuring things out right alongside you.

"You know," she started, her tone casual but layered with meaning, "I’ve been thinking a lot lately… about us."

Your heart skipped. "Yeah?"

"Yeah," she nodded, still looking at you, her gaze steady but not overwhelming. "I guess I just wanted to ask—do you ever think about… what this is? Like, what we are?"

It wasn’t the kind of big, dramatic moment that movies or books loved to paint, but it felt perfect in its simplicity. No over-the-top confessions, no grand gestures—just Jisoo being direct, honest, asking the question that had been lingering between you for weeks.

You took a breath, feeling the weight of her words. "I’ve been thinking about it, too."

A small smile tugged at her lips. "And?"

You hesitated for a moment, trying to find the right words. "I don’t know exactly what this is, Jisoo, but I know that… whatever it is, it feels right."

Her eyes brightened at that, her shoulders relaxing as if she’d been holding her breath. "It does, doesn’t it?"

You both fell into a comfortable silence, the noise from the karaoke room distant in the background. There was no pressure to label things or rush into anything. It was just you and Jisoo, finally acknowledging what had been building for so long.

"So," she said after a beat, her voice lighter now, "what do you say we see where this goes?"

There was something so simple, so *real* about the way she asked—no expectations, no pretense, just a genuine offer to explore whatever this connection was.

You felt yourself smiling, your heart lighter than it had been in a long time. "Yeah. I’d like that."

Jisoo’s grin widened, and for the first time, the teasing, playful barrier between you felt like it had been lifted. It wasn’t some grand romantic scene with flowers or confessions under the stars, but it was yours. It was genuine, and that made it all the more meaningful.

"Come on," she said, nudging your arm with a grin. "Let’s get back in there before Lisa tries to sing another ballad. You know how dangerous that gets."

You laughed, following her back into the room, feeling lighter than you had in weeks. As you both slid back into the booth, the atmosphere between you felt different—not drastically, but subtly. It wasn’t just friendship anymore; there was an unspoken understanding, a quiet shift that made everything feel… easier.

— — — —

Monday came too quickly after the weekend, and as you walked into the school, you found yourself unconsciously scanning the halls for Jisoo. You hadn’t talked about what happened at karaoke since that night, but it hadn’t felt necessary. There was a quiet understanding between the two of you now, something that didn’t need to be spelled out.

In the staff room, Lisa was already there, drinking coffee and scrolling through her phone. "Morning, Mrs. Kim," she greeted with a grin.

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t stop the smile. "Morning, Lisa."

Jennie walked in shortly after, holding her laptop and looking stressed as usual. "Does anyone have extra coffee? My students are going to destroy me today, I can feel it."

Rosé followed behind her, holding a stack of papers. "I think you’re being a little dramatic, Jennie."

"Not dramatic enough," Jennie muttered, but her eyes flicked up toward you. "So, how was karaoke? You and Jisoo seemed cozy."

Rosé perked up at that, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. "Oh, *really*? Something happen?"

You hesitated, not sure how much to share yet, but before you could respond, the door opened again, and Jisoo walked in. She caught your eye, and there it was—that same soft, knowing smile from the other night. She didn’t need to say anything, but the quiet connection was there, unspoken between you both.

"Morning, everyone," Jisoo greeted, grabbing her coffee and settling in next to you, like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Jennie glanced between the two of you, clearly suspicious. "Okay, something’s up."

"Nothing’s up," you replied, too quickly, earning a raised eyebrow from Jennie.

"Right," Jennie said, dragging out the word, her gaze darting between you and Jisoo. "Nothing at all."

Rosé leaned forward, grinning. "We’re just saying—it’s okay if something is up."

Lisa, ever the instigator, chimed in. "Yeah, because we all saw it the other night."

You felt yourself blush, but Jisoo just shrugged, casually sipping her coffee like she was completely unfazed. "What can I say? Y/N and I are just really good at making you all jealous."

It was the perfect deflection, light and playful, but even Jennie and Rosé couldn’t ignore the soft glances exchanged between you two. Maybe they didn’t need to push further. Maybe, like you and Jisoo, they knew that something had shifted—and sometimes, that was enough.

As the morning rush of students filled the hallways, you walked toward your classroom, and for the first time in a long time, everything felt like it was exactly where it needed to be. Not rushed, not forced—just unfolding at its own pace.

And maybe, just maybe, that was the best part of all.

[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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[twice-inamillion]

The Company 

High Mile Club

Smut (Deep penetration, orgasm, turning into sex toy)

Chapter 11

3,210 Words 

(A bit of info on Wendy and future endeavors within the company. OC's new flight attendant, Kim Ji-Yoon (Kim, Jisoo's sister), becomes OC's new sex toy. OC goes to visit Jessica in San Francisco on his time off.)

It’s been a few weeks since Wendy offered you her virginity in exchange for leaving Irene alone. You gladly took the offer of deflowering another idol and even continued having sex after that one time. 

You stopped pursuing Irene for a while. Irene wondered what was going on at first but didn’t ask. It was better for her if you didn’t call her to satisfy your needs and thought that you might have found someone else to fill that role. This was better for her, and she didn't look into it much. Little did she realize that you were satisfied with your needs by one of her members. 

Wendy and her team members exit the room after going over their weekly emulation and head to the cafeteria. They continue to talk as they line up to scan their IDs when suddenly you feel someone bump into you. 

You turn around and see the newly debuted group Red Velvet with their food trays, “I’m sorry, I bumped into you.”

”It’s okay, don’t worry about it, Seulgi.”

Seulgi slightly bows and apologizes for not looking, “It’s okay, you don’t need to apologize, it was an accident.” Seulgi smiles and bows once more.

You grab your food and find a table to have your meal. Out from afar, you see the Red Velvet members walking in your direction. They kindly smile as they pass you until you see Wendy at the end. You give her a soft grin, causing her to misstep and almost drop her food. “Oh, are you okay?” catching her and preventing her from falling. 

“Umm, yes. Thank you.”

”Be careful; we don’t want you getting hurt,” you say as you hold her hand. 

Wendy nods and tries to pull away when you say, “I’ll see you tonight.”

She freezes up and stares at her members, waving at her from the table. Wendy recalls the last session, making her remember the soreness she felt from getting her insides stretched.

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During one of your meetings with the company executives, you feel a couple of text messages come in all at once. You secretly pull out your phone and see that you got a couple of messages from Jessica and open them up. 

“It must be early in the morning over there, but I wanted to tell you that I went to get an ultrasound taken. They said the baby is healthy and will probably know the gender during the next visit.” 

You scroll down and see Jessica sent you a picture of her ultrasound. Now, it feels real; you’re going to be a father. You stare at the photo for a couple of seconds, and then you see another message pop up: a photo of Jessica showing her baby bump. 

“I will be free in a few days, so I can visit you soon.” 

“Okay, I’ll see you then. It’s late over here, and I’m ready to go to sleep.”

”Goodnight, and I'll message you when I depart. .”

——

As you continue with your meeting, one of the executives mentions the importance of expanding into other areas within the entertainment industry, such as commercials and dealing with actors. 

You mentioned that you’ve also had the same idea and even considered setting up an acting label in the company. 

With some positive feedback from the rest of the executives, you all come to the conclusion of increasing your reach in the industry and increasing profits by creating an acting subdivision. 

“Do you have any suggestions on who to bring into the acting label?” asks one of the executives.

“I think it would be nice to get some that are already established in the industry and some new talent.”

”What about recruiting someone well-known like Park Min-young? She’s had a good amount of roles and is attractive?”

One of the executive’s assistants pulls up Park Min-young’s acting profile and puts it on the large screen. 

“She has a youthful face. How old is she?”

”She's 28 years old, sir.” 

“How many roles has she had so far?”

“About ten so far and one on the way.”

”Then we should look into recruiting her.”

”Will do, sir.” 

“Any other suggestions?”

Another executive mentions, “For fresh new faces, how about Shin Hye-sun or Moon Ga-young?

”Send me their profiles, and I will look into them.”

”Also an upcoming actress, Lee Hyeri.”

”Okay, send it to my office or through my assistants,” as you wrap up the meeting and prepare for lunch. 

———

Some of the trainees have noticed an increase in activity in the company's main building. For the past few days, they have seen blacked-out sedans and bodyguards in the main lobby.

”What do you think is going on?”

”Maybe investors?”

”Yeah, maybe.”

A sedan pulls up, and they see a bodyguard come out from the passenger door, then head to the rear door and open it. Out comes a woman dressed in a nice outfit. The bodyguard escorts the woman into the lobby and is greeted by one of the employees. 

“Hey, isn’t that the actress from that popular drama?”

”Oh, you’re right. What is she doing here?”

”Wait, do you think they might be recruiting actresses to the company?”

”That would be cool, maybe they might set up an acting division. I would be interested in joining if that’s the case.”

“Let’s go say hi.”

The two girls walk calmly towards the group gathered at the help desk. “Umm, do you happen to be the actress from ****?”

The actress softly nods before she is interrupted by one of the CEO's assistants, “Thank you for meeting with us. Let’s move on to one of our meeting rooms.” 

The two girls watch as the group heads to the hallway and press the elevator button. 

“See, I told you it was her.”

”You’re right; let's tell the others, they’re going to be excited!”

———

“Welcome aboard, sir.” 

“Thank you. How are you doing?”

”I’m doing well. Let me help you with your items.” 

Ji-yoon takes your bag and places it onto one of the seats. She helps adjust your chair and asks, “Would you like a drink before liftoff?”

”Just the usual.”

”Of course,” and walks to the minibar. You notice a difference in her outfit but can’t seem to get what it is. It isn’t until she bends over to fix her shoelace that you notice that her skirt is shorter than usual.

You can get a better view of her thighs and even a small glimpse of her red-laced panties. “Damn, she looks nice.”

Ji-yoon returns with your drink, “Here you go, sir.” 

“Thank you, Ms. Kim.”

”You’re welcome, but call me by my given name.”

”You sure?”

”Of course, we’re not strangers.”

”Okay. Thank you, Ji-Yoon.”

”That’s better,” gives you a soft smile. “I’ll let the pilots know we're ready for takeoff.”

Ji-yoon exits the cockpit, comes towards you, “The pilots will be taking off shortly,” and grabs your seatbelt, fasting them.

She walks towards the seat before you and fastens her belt as the plane goes down the runway. 

The pilot announces that the plane is in taxi and ready to take off. The plane turns around, and you hear the engines getting louder. The pilot steps on the accelerator to the max, feeling the plane moving rapidly down the runway. 

Ji-yoon looks out the window, and you are surprised when you notice the sight of her laced panties. You ask yourself if this is an accident or if she is doing this on purpose, but don’t mind the nice view. 

It’s a few hours into your flight; you’ve been going over the profiles of potential actresses that you are interested in joining the company.

“Would you like another drink, or should I prepare the bed for you?”

“Another drink would be nice.” 

She goes off to the other side of the plane and brings your drink for you, “Here you go, sir.” 

“I thought you said to act informally with you, but you keep calling me sir.”

“Oh, I’m sorry.” 

“Call me by my name instead.” 

Out of nowhere, the plane hits some turbulence, making Ji-yoon lose her balance and fall. Luckily, you get a hold of her, but she accidentally falls on your lap.

“Oh my goodness, I’m so sorry. I spilled your drink all over you; let me clean it off.” 

As she tries to get off, the plane experiences another round of turbulence and falls back on your lap. The intercom turns on, and you hear the pilot say, “Sorry for the bumpy ride, folks. We hit an air pocket, and it seems like we are going to go through some rough patches in the next few minutes. Please remain seated, and I’ll give it all clear.” 

Ji-yoon looks at you embarrassed and says, “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to get you all dirty, but now this. Let me get off of you, and I’ll clean you once it’s okay to move around.” 

She tries to get off of you, but you hold her back, “the pilot said to remain seated, remember.” 

“But I’m sitting on you; I’m heavy.”

“Not at all. I don’t mind; I prefer you to stay and not get hurt.” 

“Okay, I’ll stay,” as she positions herself better on your lap. Over the next few minutes, you both experience some turbulence, with Ji-yoon slightly grinding against your lower region. 

Ji-yoon feels embarrassed sitting on her boss's lap but, at the same time, doesn’t complain since she finds you attractive. She knows that these types of things come with the job, especially the turbulence. 

She positions herself better onto your lower region and feels your limp cock grinding against her ass. “He’s huge, it’s this big, and it’s not even hard. I’m curious how big it is.” 

Your cock begins to harden as Ji-yoon slowly grinds her ass on you. She turns her head towards you and see that she’s biting her lip. Realizing that she’s enjoying it, you grab her by the waist and press your cock closer to her ass. You then see her unbutton her jacket and takes it off, giving you a full view of her nape.

You get closer, allowing your breath to reach the back of her nape, causing her to shiver. As you are about to go in for a kiss, you hear a, ”We are all clear. You are all more than welcome to unfasten your seatbelts and move around. I appreciate your understanding.”

Ji-yoon spans back to reality and quickly gets off of you. She tries to apologize for her actions but notices the large bulge in your pants. She bites her lip and says, “I’m sorry for spilling your drink on you; let me clean that up.” 

You take off your dress shirt, revealing your build. She gasps and covers her mouth before going to the laboratory in the back of the plane. You follow her and see her scrubbing your shirt with soap and water, “It’s okay if you can’t get it off.”

”I just feel bad since it was my fault,” and she turns around, grazing her hand on your abs. 

“How about we call it a day? I’m getting kind of tired.”

”Of course, let me set up your room for you.”

After a few minutes, Ji-yoon sets up your private quarters and puts your sleepwear on the bed. 

Ji-yoon watches you change from across the plane. She notices you getting into getting completely nude and only putting on the shorts from the sleepwear she gave you. “Fuck, he’s huge.” She crosses her legs, “What are you thinking, Ji-Yoon? He’s your boss.” She pinches her arm to return to reality, but then she sees you pop out and ask, “Do you have a toothbrush? I can’t seem to find mine.” 

She watches as you walk out of your room and into the aisle and can’t help but look up and down at your body. 

“Y…yes. Let me check.” 

You lay on your bed, staring at the window for a few minutes, when you remember you left your phone in the laboratory. You slowly slide the door to your room and go to the laboratory when you see Ji-yoon inside. You see her stand in front of the mirror and notice her holding your shirt to her nose. Not wanting to make it awkward, you try to go back but meet her eyes.

She freaks out, drops your shirt, and opens the door to explain herself. “It isn’t what it looks like.” 

“Okay, I just came here to get my phone.” 

She looks back, sees your phone in one of the storage compartments, and hands it back to you. 

As she hands you her phone, you look down and see a thick but transparent substance running down her thighs. She looks down and is horrified, “I’m sorry, I couldn’t help myself. It's just that I’ve been neglected, and what happened earlier excited me.” 

She covers her face with the sudden confession and tries to walk away, but you grab her hand, stopping her. “I get what you mean. How about having a little fun?” smirking. 

“What do you mean?” 

“How about we join the high mile club?”

Ji-Yoon is surprised by the suggestion, but the idea of having sex on an airplane, especially while working and with her boss, is a total turn-on.

 She checks you out and bites her lip, letting you know her answer. You take the lead and head towards your room with a grin on your face.

After closing the door, you press her against the wall and go for a kiss. She reciprocates, giving you a sloppy kissing session. You undo her blouse and expose her white bra. Ji-yoon looks at you with hungry eyes, telling you to take her, and you do. 

You go in for her neck and begin kissing it, slowly moving towards her chest and leaving a slight trail. You hear her moan and undo her bra, dropping it on the floor as you cup her small breast between your hands. 

She gasps as you flick her nipples just before taking one into your mouth. “Ahh, fuck. That feels good.” 

With your mouth attached to her breast, you pick her against the wall. She wraps her legs around your waist, enjoying the feeling of your tongue flicking her nub. 

After a few minutes, you walk towards the bed and slowly place her down. She can’t wait to see what will happen next and undoes her skirt. 

“Fuck, you’re hot. I want to see what you have right there,” as you move towards her lower region. In one quick move, you remove her panties using your mouth and toss it across the room. 

During the next couple of minutes, prepping her for the main event. Ji-yoon breathes heavily as you eat out her shaven cunt, still anticipating for what’s to come. “Hmm, I haven’t felt this good in a long time.”

”You said your boyfriend has been neglecting you, right?”

”Yeah, he hasn’t touched me in a while. He’s been so busy with work that he doesn’t even have time to spend with me.”

”Let’s change that,” as you pull down your shorts.

Ji-yoon's mouth drops as she sees your massive length and asks herself if it’s going to fit. 

“How about we join that mile club?”

”Yeah, let's.”

You bring her to the edge of the beg and spread her legs open. Hold your cock in your hand and smack it against her cunt, coating it with her nectar. You press your cock against her lower lips and slowly move towards her. 

Ji-yoon watches as you spread her lips wide open, inserting your large cock inside her tight body. She grabs onto your arm and groans the deeper you go inside of her. “Fuck, you’re huge…”

With the outline of your cock inside Ji-yoon’s belly, you begin to thrust inside of her. You start off slowly, letting her get adjusted to your length before increasing the pace. Ji-yoon’s reaction shows that she’s enjoying it and plays with her small breasts. 

“Who’s bigger? Me or your boyfriend?”

Ji-Yoon is surprised by your question, but the way your cock is hitting the right places and areas her boyfriend has never reached before, the answer was obvious, “You, you’re much bigger than my boyfriend. He can’t compare to you; he has a tiny cock.”

Satisfied by her response, you decide to reward her by fucking her in her deepest parts. You lift Ji-yoon’s legs up and place her in a mating press. She groans when you hit the end of her womb, a place untouched by her boyfriend.

“You like that?” 

“Yeah, I do.”

“You’re so tight. Has your boyfriend ever reached this deep?”

“N..no, he hasn’t, it’s my first time. It feels so good.” 

“Then let’s make this a great memory,” as you begin to thrust rough and rapidly.  

“Fuck, you’re reaching so deep inside of me, I’m feeling weird.”

”It’s normal, you’re about to cum.”

”I’ve never felt that way when I have sex with my boyfriend.”

”Fuck, your boyfriend. You’re with me.” 

Ji-Yoon is reaching her orgasm, trembling from the new experience. She’s just able to cum, when you stop and pull out, “Don’t please, I’m so close to cumming.” 

“Beg for it.”

”Please, let me cum. I’ll do anything.”

”Anything?”

”Yes, just let me cum, and I’ll do anything.”

”Then be my fuck toy, let me use you whenever I want.”

You tease her cunt by inserting your fingers and scraping her walls. She arches her back as you tease her by preventing her first orgasm. 

“Okay, I’ll do it. I’ll be your fuck toy. Just let me cum, please!”

There’s no need for a response as you pull out your sloppy fingers and shove your cock back instead of her begging womb. Ji-Yoon screams from the sudden shock of getting her womb stabbed, “fuck!! I'm cumming!”

Ji-yoon's walls tighten around your cock, to the point of choking it. She spasms violently, wetting the bed covers from the excitement. 

With you reaching your own orgasm, you pull your cock and stand in front of Ji-Yoon, painting her face, breast and cunt completely white. “Do a peace sign for me” as you prepare to take a picture. 

Ji-Yoon sticks her tongue and makes a peace sign with her face covered in your baby batter. 

“Good morning, and welcome to San Francisco. Hope you had a good night's sleep, and thank you for flying with us, sir.”

You are looking at the view from the window and turning your head toward the aisle. You grab your phone and text Jessica on your arrival at the airport. Ji-Yoon pops your cock out of her mouth and smiles. “Thank you for the meal,” as she wipes bits of your load dripping from her mouth. 

“Come on, baby girl, clean yourself up; we’re already here.”

[graveyardhorror]

BLACKPINK | bestfriend!headcanons

✶ ࣪˖࿐ * BLACKPINK MASTERLIST ✶ ࣪˖࿐ *

Jisoo is the one who always has the right words to say, she's the big sister you never knew you needed

Jennie is like your life coach, she knows exactly what to do in every situation and will give you great advice every time

Rose is your shoulder to lean on, when you need to feel heard and simply rant about your day she's always there to listen

Lisa is your ray of sunshine, she makes you feel like a kid again because she knows how to have fun and enjoy life

As their bestfriend you are basically the fifth member of Blackpink and they never fail to mention you in every interview, concert, etc.

Being besties with them is so crazy

They are huge celebrities all around the world and have millions of fans

Yet they are humble and so caring to those around them

As your best friends you can count on the girls for anything

There are always there you cheer you up when you’re feeling low

They’ll truly do anything to make you smile

dividers by h-aewo

[seventeenreasonswhy]

SVT reacts to your toxic ex at a party!

OT13!Seventeen with GN!Reader

Warnings/Content: SFW! Light angst, some fluff-ish/sweet comforting, but also some members choose violence!, nonconsensual advances/touching from Y/N's ex! 😠

Situation: You're at a house party with your (relatively) new partner, <SVT member>, and you unfortunately run into your toxic ex. Things didn't end smoothly, and so many awful things that you brushed off while you were together have flooded into your mind since the breakup, filling you with resentment towards them and (misplaced) anger at yourself.

But tonight, to keep the drama to a minimum, you end up putting on a brave face and avoiding your ex for most of the night. But... eventually they get really wasted and approach you while you're waiting for the bathroom by yourself...

Situation, cont.: Your annoying, drunk ex loudly complains about your breakup and how much they miss you... The whole interaction makes you uncomfortable, so you try to deescalate the situation and exit the conversation... But they drunkenly grope you!

You push them away, fully angry now, but they are persistent! After a minute, you start feeling genuinely violated. This obviously enrages and upsets you! You push the problematic ex away with more force, your night now totally derailed. Thankfully you manage to get away from them.

All you want is to leave the party, but you can't even think straight. You don't want there to be too much of a scene, so in your flustered state, you just head toward the door. But your new partner <SVT member> notices you heading out visibly upset and...

Author's Note: This is so K-drama haha! But I just love thinking about protective Seventeen lol! 🤷‍♀️

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Seungcheol

sees red. needs to find the asshole right away. he starts charging off in a blind rage, until you physically get in his path and tell him that the best thing he can do is get you outta there. he takes a second to calm down, but once he realizes that you're as upset as you are, he becomes totally focused on making sure you're ok, and his anger fizzles away. (he hates that son of a bitch tho.)

Jeonghan

gets visibly angry, which you've never seen before. he takes a sharp breath in through his nose, looking away from you for a moment and cursing your ex under his breath. He composes himself quickly though and asks if you're ready to get out of there, and you are so relieved that you cry some more. he wipes the tears from your face and gives you a sweet kiss on the cheek, silently putting his arm around you and guiding you toward the door.

Jisoo

is very upset! he knows that that asshole is simply being pathetic— desperate for your attention even though they treated you like shit. what the fuck is wrong with them? these are thoughts that jisoo has the tact to keep to himself until you are in the car on the way back to his place. he'll put on a cozy movie and cuddle you until you forget all about that loser.

Junhui

is pissed! he's silent but you can feel his energy change! you quickly tell him that you want to get out of there before he has time to really process what you told him, and before you know it he's driving you to his place. it all hits him in the car and he can't stop yelling "that fucking son of a bitch!" which you find... kind of cute.

Soonyoung

is very drunk!!! haha sweet tiger loves to party. and he can't hide his true feelings when he's this drunk to save his life. he immediately yells out your ex's name, with a serious growl of "where the fuck are you?" he turns some heads, and it takes you, DK and Mingyu to hold him back from beating the shit out of this asshole. It takes a long time for him to calm down. He is screaming nasty mean shit at your ex the whole time! you feel kind of embarassed about the whole scene, but deep down you're flattered that soonyoung would get so defensive on your behalf.

Wonwoo

silent and seething. he listens as calmly as he can, gently brushing tears from your face, holding your face between his hands. he whispers to you sweetly, asking you if you want him to drive you home and you just nod and drop your forehead against his chest. he takes you in his arms and guides you out the door. in the car, he holds your hand reassuringly as he drives, letting you vent about this jackass as much as you need. in his head, he is imagining the world of pain he would inflict on this ex of yours for making you shed even a single tear!

Jihoon

wants to throw hands! but won't because he knows that that would just upset you more. he tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear and asks if you want to get out of there. you nod and he smoothly grabs his keys in one hand while lacing his fingers with yours in his other hand, guiding you to his car where he puts on your favorite music as you drive to his place. he doesn't pressure you to do or say anything, just gets the couch cozy and starts making you some late night snacks. (acts of service king right here).

Minghao

is very upset! actually he's disgusted by your ex's behavior. as he listens to you tell him what happened, he can tell that you're holding back tears. he hates to see you so upset! he can't help but look around the room, trying to find your ex. At the very least this asshole needs to be put in their place. but, you pull at his arm and he sees you looking so frustrated and embarrassed that he can't help but get the message. he wraps his arm around you and guides you to the door, watching you for any signal of what you want to do next.

Mingyu

he's so upset that someone would disrespect your boundaries like that! as he rubs your back comfortingly, he asks you what you want to do. stay, go for a walk and come back, or just leave? he'll do whatever you feel like doing, but you're so upset that you hesitate to decide. after a few beats, he runs a hand through your hair sweetly and makes the executive decision to take you home and get you ice cream on the way.

Seokmin

He's so angry! like seriously so mad that this person dared to touch you. he keeps his emotions (relatively) in check tho, because he doesn't want to upset you any further. he looks at you all worried, and then takes you in his arms. "I just want to go," you say tearfully into his chest. "Done," and he takes your hand and leads you to the car - opening every door, putting on good music, and making sure you don't have to even lift a finger for the rest of the night.

Seungkwan

smoke is coming out of his ears! he's seeing red and nothing but red! will choose violence before you can stop him! the other members have to pull him off of your ex! his actions don't really make you less upset, but he is so mad on your behalf that you're kind of touched? you guys talk about it more seriously once he calms down and he apologizes for losing it. "I can't believe they would do that to you," he grumbles in the car. "I know," you say, and he looks at you so lovingly despite his anger that you realize how safe you feel with him.

Vernon

kind of outraged, tbh. he can’t believe this guy would do something so immature and rude. he looks at you like he is really feeling in pain for you, and ends up being very soft because he hates seeing you upset. he doesn’t say many words, but he holds you and whispers in your ear that it’s fine if you want to leave, he’ll take you anywhere you want.

Chan

He's so furious! he can’t hide how mad he is! but he tries to get it together because he doesn’t want you to think that he’s angry at you. he awkwardly trips over his words because he’s so worked up, but once you put a hand on his chest and tell him that you just want to leave, he practically carries you princess-style to the car.

[perfectsunlight]

I BET YOU THINK ABOUT ME - JISOO

kim jisoo x reader

word count: 3.5k

warnings: implied age-gap, class disparities, isolation, belittling, emotional manipulation, mentioned breakup.

synopsis: despite being broken up, you bet your wealthy ex-girlfriend still thinks about you.

there were many things you enjoyed about dating kim jisoo. the way her laughter could light up a room, soft but knowing, like she was in on a joke no one else understood. how her touch was always delicate—calculated, even—as if everything she laid her hands on was an extension of the control she had over the world around her.

but her wealth and status? no, those were never the reasons you stayed.

even now, walking down the narrow, cobblestone streets where red and gold leaves scattered beneath your feet, you couldn’t help but be swallowed by memories of her. the crisp autumn air bit at your skin, a sharp reminder of the past, tugging at your thoughts like the wind tugged at your coat. it was in this season that jisoo had always seemed to glow brightest. her beauty matched the fall—effortless, rich, like a vintage painting come to life. she was untouchable.

however, she was just as cruel.

you just didn’t realize it at the time. how her perfectly manicured fingers—always cold to the touch, always adorned with rings that shimmered in the dying autumn light—had dug deep, not into your skin, but into your spirit. each time she mentioned your "quaint" lifestyle, your "charming" lack of understanding about the finer things in life, it had been wrapped in a velvet glove of affection, so you hardly noticed the sting at first.

it had felt like walking through the falling leaves, admiring the beauty, unaware that winter was creeping closer, ready to strip everything bare.

she had always made sure you knew she was from another world—one where silk sheets were the norm, where every meal came with a waitstaff and a glass of wine you could hardly pronounce. her apartment had been like a showroom, sterile and pristine, with floor-to-ceiling windows that stretched out over the city like a kingdom she ruled from above. and you, standing in the middle of it all, had felt small.

but now, in the aftermath, you could see how she had looked at you, like a pet project. an amusing distraction.

you remember the last dinner you shared at some restaurant you couldn’t pronounce, where the chandeliers above flickered against the dim light and the leaves outside the window swirled like some gilded snowstorm. she had ordered for you without asking, her voice as smooth and cool as the autumn breeze that crept into the cracks of your jacket.

"it’s adorable," she had said, waving her hand dismissively at your confusion when the plates arrived, "how little you know about this. really. it’s sweet."

at the time, you’d laughed it off, sipping the wine that burned your throat more than it soothed. but now you realize how sharp her words had been, each one a blade wrapped in silk.

the holiday parties were even worse.

you’d always felt out of place, like an actor in the wrong movie, wandering through rooms filled with people who looked like they belonged in some old-world painting. there were always murmurs of stocks and art auctions, people in tailored suits that hung off them like armor. you, in your off-the-rack blazer, had felt like an imposter. but jisoo, with her arm linked loosely through yours, had moved through the crowd effortlessly, her smile cold and practiced, like she knew every secret and every face in the room.

the air inside was thick with perfume and candlelight, but it never warmed you. outside, through the towering windows of the penthouse venues, you could always catch glimpses of the world you belonged to—the same city, but miles away, where people didn’t wear silk scarves that cost more than your rent or talk about vacation homes in hushed, reverent tones. the autumn leaves that still clung to the trees seemed desperate, the last few hanging on in the icy wind. much like you had been, clinging to jisoo’s side, pretending not to notice the subtle, cutting remarks she’d make about your clothes, your taste in music, your background.

"you know," she’d say in that breathy, disinterested tone of hers, eyes scanning the room like a queen surveying her subjects, "maybe next time you could wear something… a little more appropriate for the occasion?"

the words had stung, but you’d smiled, nodding like you hadn’t just been dressed down in front of people who already looked at you like you were her charity case. you’d downed your drink, hoping the burn of it would distract from the ache in your chest, while jisoo had already moved on, laughing airily at some joke from a man whose name you couldn’t remember, but whose disdainful eyes stayed with you long after the night was over.

at those parties, she’d always introduce you the same way: “this is y/n.”

nothing more, nothing less. like you were just another accessory—another piece of her perfectly arranged life. your name alone always hung in the air, stiff and formal, with no affection behind it. 

it was a title, not a connection.

but the way she spoke about herself was different. she was kim jisoo, daughter of one of the wealthiest families in seoul, a woman who everyone admired but no one truly knew. she never missed a chance to remind people of her lineage, of her success, of the places she’d been that you could only dream of. you’d stand there, smiling politely, the outsider in your own relationship, as she charmed the room with stories of her luxury trips to europe or some exclusive party she’d attended.

you used to tell yourself that maybe this was just her world—one you didn’t quite understand but could learn to navigate. after all, you thought, love was supposed to be about growing, about adapting to each other. but now, looking back, you see it differently. you hadn’t been adapting. you had been erasing yourself.

you remember the first time you’d seen her living room—everything about it had been a display of understated opulence. the couch, soft and inviting, had been custom-made in italy, a piece of furniture that cost more than you’d make in a year. the kind of thing you wouldn’t even dare to sit on without an invitation.

she’d caught you staring at it once, your fingers brushing lightly over the velvety surface, as if afraid you’d leave some permanent mark on it.

“do you like it?” she’d asked, her tone casual, almost playful, as she kicked off her shoes. organic shoes, she’d said—handcrafted by a designer who only used sustainably sourced materials, each pair worth thousands. she’d tossed them carelessly to the side, as if they were nothing more than an afterthought.

“it’s beautiful,” you’d breathlessly answered, unsure of how to respond. what else could you say? the couch was more than a place to sit. it was a symbol of everything that separated you from her.

the older woman had smiled, that knowing little smile of hers, and settled onto the couch, curling her legs beneath her. “it should be,” she’d replied, her voice laced with a subtle arrogance. “it cost a fortune. but you can’t put a price on comfort, can you?”

at the time, you’d nodded, sitting beside her, careful not to spill the coffee you’d brought from a café that seemed almost comically out of place in her world of curated luxury. but now, looking back, you realize how much weight that moment held.

the couch, the shoes, the apartment—it was all part of the same narrative. jisoo’s life was meticulously designed, every element perfectly placed to reflect her status. even her so-called love of organic, sustainable products wasn’t about caring for the earth; it was about showing the world that she could afford to care. it was another layer of the image she presented, another way to remind you that you didn’t quite belong.

the shoes—those ridiculously expensive shoes—had been one of the first things you’d noticed about her. how she would glide through the city in them, effortlessly chic, while you tried to keep up in your well-worn sneakers. how she never seemed to care about the price tag, because to her, money wasn’t something you worried about. it was something you had. something you displayed.

you remember asking her about them once, marveling at their craftsmanship, at the intricate details stitched into the leather. “they’re nice, right?” she’d said, almost bored with the conversation. “made by a small artisan. i like supporting brands that are more...conscious. but it’s not just about the shoes, you know? it’s about a lifestyle.”

at the time, you’d nodded along, impressed by her philosophy, thinking there was something admirable about her commitment to sustainability. but now, with the clarity that only distance can bring, you see it differently. it wasn’t about responsibility or caring for the environment—it was about exclusivity. 

jisoo didn’t just buy things; she bought status. and as a result, she never let you forget where you came from.

she didn’t need to say it outright; her silences were louder than any words. the way her gaze would graze over your simple gifts, a flash of disappointment quickly masked by a too-sweet smile. the way her laughter, always so soft and melodic to anyone else, would carry a sharp edge when she’d point out how "cute" your attempts to impress her were. every look, every gesture, had been a reminder: you would never be enough.

and the holidays only magnified the divide between you. her family gatherings were a spectacle—elegant, with a quiet kind of opulence, but they were colder than the snow beginning to fall outside. conversations were distant, sterile, filled with politeness and half-meant compliments. you’d watch as jisoo’s mother raised an eyebrow at you, a polite but questioning smile on her lips, while her father barely acknowledged your presence at all, too engrossed in conversations about business acquisitions and real estate.

you remember the first time you had brought her home to meet your family. the warmth in the room had been undeniable, even if the house had been modest. the table was small, the plates mismatched, and the wine was cheap, but there had been laughter. real, full-bodied laughter, the kind that left your cheeks flushed. but jisoo had sat there, stiff and out of place, a polite smile frozen on her lips as she delicately picked at her food. she had said all the right things, but you could tell—she didn’t belong in your world, just as you didn’t belong in hers.

and after that night, she’d never come back. not once.

"it’s not my kind of environment," she’d said, as if your family home was some quaint little corner of a forgotten world. but you hadn’t pushed it. you’d just smiled, hoping that love would eventually smooth out the rough edges between your lives.

but it never did.

your image of her entirely changed once she launched her own dior collaboration.

the transformation was undeniable. jisoo had always been poised, elegant, and out of reach, but when her dior collaboration was announced, it was as if she ascended to another level entirely—a world you never truly belonged to. the moment you saw her in those campaign ads, draped in luxury from head to toe, with that distant, unreadable expression in her eyes, you realized something had shifted. it wasn’t just the clothes or the brand—it was her.

the once subtle differences between you were now glaring. she’d always had a way of making you feel small, of making the simplest moments feel like they were being measured against some invisible standard. but now, with the world’s eyes on her, she no longer had to hide it. she wore her superiority like couture, and her status was no longer just an undercurrent in your relationship—it was the defining feature.

you remember scrolling through your phone that first day the campaign was released, seeing her everywhere—billboards, social media, magazines. her image was iconic, flawless, unattainable. the woman in those pictures wasn’t the same person you once loved, or perhaps she was, and you had simply refused to see it. the jisoo in dior was the one the world adored: polished, elegant, and untouchable. and the jisoo you had known—the one who laughed with you on lazy sundays, who curled up next to you in bed with soft whispers—felt like a figment of your imagination.

that night, you sat in your apartment, surrounded by the faint scent of coffee and fallen leaves, watching her face appear on the tv during yet another interview. the host praised her for her taste, her grace, and asked how it felt to be a global ambassador for such a prestigious brand. jisoo smiled that small, practiced smile, the kind that could melt an audience but had always left you feeling cold.

“it’s an honor, truly,” she said, her voice as smooth as ever. “i’ve always been drawn to the finer things in life, and working with dior is the perfect alignment of that vision.”

drawn to the finer things. those words echoed in your mind long after the interview ended. it wasn’t that she loved the finer things—anyone could—but the way she lived for them, the way they seemed to define her, made you realize just how different you were.

the last time you saw her in person, it was the tail end of last fall, the leaves almost entirely stripped from the trees, the sky a muted shade of gray. you’d met for coffee, though it felt more like a final performance than a reunion. she had walked in, dressed head-to-toe in dior, effortlessly chic in her monochromatic outfit, the click of her heels on the hardwood floor echoing like some distant reminder of all the ways she had outgrown you.

she hadn’t even taken off her sunglasses, those oversized black lenses that concealed any hint of vulnerability. the moment she sat down, you knew—this was the end.

“i’m heading to paris for fashion week,” she had said casually, as if she were talking about a trip to the grocery store. “things have been busy.”

you remember nodding, unsure of what to say, feeling the weight of the unspoken words between you. there was no warmth in her gaze, no familiarity in her voice. the woman sitting across from you was a stranger, more concerned with her schedule, her image, her empire, than with you.

when you finally found your voice, all you could manage was, “i’m happy for you.” it sounded hollow, even to your own ears.

she had smiled—an empty, fleeting gesture. “thanks. it’s good to hear you say that.” her leaving behind the scent of her designer perfume felt more symbolic than it probably should have,

that’s when you knew—there was nothing left of what you once had. 

the girl you had fallen in love with was gone, replaced by someone who only cared for power, prestige, and perception. and as the autumn wind howled outside, rattling the windows of the café, you realized you weren’t mourning the loss of her, but the version of her you had once believed in.

jisoo wasn’t just a woman anymore. she was a brand. a symbol. a masterpiece crafted by the very world she belonged to. and you? you were simply a chapter in her rise to the top, forgotten as soon as the ink dried.

you didn’t date kim jisoo for her wealth. 

you dated her for the way she seemed to know the world in a way you never could—confident, poised, above it all. you thought that maybe, by loving her, you could somehow touch that world too. but love wasn’t what had tied you together. not really.

it had been power.

she loved the way you looked at her, like you were eternally trying to catch up. the way you stumbled over the names of her favorite designers, or blinked in confusion when she mentioned some art exhibit you hadn’t even heard of. she loved the control. and you—god, you had loved her for it. back then, you thought it was awe. now you see it for what it was: submission.

but there, in the middle of the bustling autumn streets, as you watch the leaves scatter across the pavement in a dance as fleeting as your relationship, you find yourself wondering—does she think about you?

does she ever sit in that apartment of hers, surrounded by luxury and untouched by the season, and wonder what it would be like to be less than perfect? does she ever close her eyes and picture the messier parts of love, the parts she could never let herself fall into?

you smile bitterly, pulling your coat tighter around yourself. maybe she does.

maybe, even now, as you wander through the city you had once explored together, her mind drifts to you—the one person who had never fit neatly into the frame of her perfectly curated life. maybe she remembers how, despite everything, you were never quite small enough to be molded. 

and maybe, just maybe, in her moments of silence, with her designer bags and high-rise views, she thinks about how she’ll never find someone quite like you again. someone who saw her for more than just the polished surface she presented to the world. someone who, despite it all, had loved her—flaws, cruelty, and all.

the wind howls, scattering more leaves into the air, and you watch as they swirl and disappear. there’s a certain beauty to the way things fall apart, you realize. a kind of freedom in it.

jisoo might not know that, but you do. however, your mind refused to let you rest.

it was 3 am, and you were still wide awake. the cold light of your phone screen cast shadows on the walls of your tiny apartment, worlds away from the penthouse where jisoo was probably fast asleep. you imagined her there, wrapped in those luxurious silk sheets, her breath steady, undisturbed by thoughts of you. in her city. the one that always felt a little brighter, a little shinier than yours. a place you never quite belonged.

your mind wandered, picturing her with someone new. someone from her world. the kind of girl who knew all the right names to drop at fancy dinners, who could wear those thousand-dollar organic shoes without feeling like an imposter. a girl with a perfect pedigree, someone who her friends probably thought was “better” than you. you could almost hear them whispering it, their voices low but full of certainty.

it wasn’t long ago that you had tried to fit into those circles. you’d been the outsider, awkward and out of place in jisoo’s world of high-society dinners and private parties. but you tried, back when love made you brave, when you thought if you just held her hand tight enough, the rest would fall into place.

they let you sit at the table, once. out of courtesy, or maybe because you were still attached to her arm like an accessory she wasn’t ready to give up. you’d laugh when they laughed, your smile tight as they sat around talking about the meaning of life, throwing around names of philosophers and books you’d never heard of.

“the book that just saved me,” one of them had said, casually, like it was a known fact that certain books saved people. you’d smiled and nodded, even though the title flew right over your head, another reminder of how little you belonged.

jisoo had glanced at you then, her eyes softening in the way they sometimes did when she noticed you struggling. she squeezed your hand under the table, like she used to when you were still hers, when you thought her world was one you could live in.

but that was before. before the doubts crept in, before the weight of her world pressed down on you. now, it felt like she’d moved on, maybe even found someone who fit in effortlessly where you never could. someone who didn’t have to pretend.

you rolled over, the silence of your room closing in, and you couldn’t help but wonder if she was asleep now, completely at peace. and if the girl in her bed had the right name, the right look, and could keep up with her friends when they talked about art and life and all the things that always seemed just out of your reach.

the thought made your chest ache, that deep, familiar loneliness that always seemed to come with thinking about her. about them. those nights when you sat in the background, silently wishing you could be enough. but no matter how much you tried, you could never quite silence the feeling that jisoo’s friends were always comparing you to someone else, someone better.

and tonight, even though you knew it was pointless, you couldn’t stop wondering if they were telling her that the new girl was everything you never could be. or maybe jisoo was out at one of those cool indie concerts she dragged herself to every week, trying to feel young, trying to prove she was still part of the scene, even though she didn’t belong there any more than you did. it was always about feeling cooler than she actually was, pretending she wasn’t inching further from the age of the crowd around her.

but even with her friends laughing by her side, pretending to be someone else, you knew the truth. 

“i bet you think about me.”