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cinnaminhon · 4 days ago

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behind the seams | lee minho

idol!leeknow x stylist!reader

➵ summary: as a stylist for stray kids, with your main client as lee minho, you can��t resist dressing him in outfits that fuel your secret crush—tight fits, low necklines, the works. but leeknow knows more than he lets on. suspiciously flirty since the past few concerts, he is constantly teasing you with sly comments and lingering stares. it’s not until you put him in a dangerous outfit does he call you out on it, and boy you did not regret the aftermath at all

genre: smut!! mdni!!

warnings: profanity, explicit sexual content, unprotected sex, dirty talk, graphical descriptions of sex, leeknow and y/n go at it backstage, implied also at their dorm, also the dance practice room, eh they’re both whipped. mentions of voyeurism, mentions public sex, discussion of kinks and sexual fantasies but nothing is specified, a LOT of bickering and a hell lot of sexual tension.

wc: 6k

a/n: this is VERY self indulgent. it’s finals week and i came across this one compilation reel of angry leeknow vs his outfits and i had this idea ffsfsfssfs i couldn’t get it out of my head and HAD to write it. enjoy ;) also, UNEDITED

one

you loved your job. you really did! absolutely adored it with every inch of you. being a stylist for one of the biggest idol groups had always been a dream out of reach, so when you were finally extended that offer, you gladly left your previous one to work for stray kids instead.

you loved fashion and all things related to it, even as a kid, you would often dress your dolls up in your own creations and that was enough for your parents to enroll you into design classes. from a very young age, your keen eye for fashion was evident, and your skills only grew with each experience you encountered. after graduating from a prestigious fashion school with your B.A in fashion design, you got the best job opportunities which you loved.

the first few jobs had been tough, no lie, but as your expertise grew, you found yourself designing for luxury brands, and more and more celebrities reached out with personal orders. it wasn’t long before you were transitioning from mere designing to personal styling too, your eye for aesthetics always helping you shine in the field.

immediately becoming a favourite in the area, you had numerous opportunities to work and network with various celebrities, but nothing ever came close to the exhilaration you felt when your company revealed to you the latest offer: be a main stylist for stray kids.

it was like heavens descended on you, god himself knocked on your door and blessed with you with the only thing you’d ever dreamed of. of course styling celebrities was something you loved, but having the chance to style stray kids? it didn’t take you a week to accept the offer and by the next monday, you were at their company, signing the contracts with them.

you weren’t one to give your past up no, you would have stayed in your older position which paid really well and worked with your passion, had it not been for the client in question. approaches from kpop groups were not foreign to you, so when you finally accepted one by stray kids in one go, your boss was really surprised.

“are you sure you want to do this y/n? you’ll still be signed with us should you choose to, but you’ll be expressly under jyp’s terms and conditions. none of my powers will protect you there nor will you enjoy any protection or support form our company. you’ll be completely at their beck and call to do as they please.” she’d said in a concerned manner, letting you know all the pros and cons in a professional yet gentle manner. that and she also wanted to try and retain her top talent.

“i read the contracts, and had my lawyer go through it too. i understand the conditions and i am willing to work with them,” you’d told her, confident and firm in your stance.

this was new, really, and the look on your boss’ face told you just out of character this seemed. no wonder everyone would conspire if there was a deeper meaning, a more suitable reason to as to why you were suddenly accepting this offer after rejecting thousands of kpop groups.your politely dismissed all such rumours, simply citing that you wanted to try something new after 5 years of designing and styling other kinds of celebrities. the kpop scene would be new and you were excited.

so as you sat at the company, your lawyer in attendance. you couldn’t help but bite back the smile threatening to grace your lips. when you finally agreed on all terms and negotiated a few which you could, you picked the pen up and signed on the sheet.

oh really, there was no reason behind you picking this offer at once.

definitely not the prospect of getting to style lee minho up close and personal…. definitely not that.

——

two

you’d been with skz for about 8 months now, and styled them for multiple concerts and a few music videos too. you weren’t sure when your job stopped feeling like a job. it had became a part of your life that you now passionately adored and would never want to change. being a stylist for stray kids wasn’t just about picking outfits—it was about understanding their personalities, their moods, and sometimes the things they didn’t say. somehow, you always understood lee minho the most.

or maybe…just maybe… you liked how good he would look in anything you picked out for him. it was a silly thing really, how much it bothered you that what he was wearing had been decided by you, of all the people, you.

you wouldn’t admit it out loud, but dressing him was your favorite part of the job. every time you chose an outfit for him, it felt personal, like you were creating something just for him. and maybe, in a way, you were.

you spent more time on his outfits than you probably should have. you’d carefully consider every detail—what color would bring out his sharp features, what cut would highlight his broad shoulders, what style would match his quiet confidence. what would highlight those strong, toned thighs, bring out those biceps, his hard chest and his milky neck…. it almost felt illegal to be so invested in your client. it wasn’t just about him looking good for the cameras; it was about knowing that you were the one behind it.

but you were a professional. so every day, you pushed the feelings down and focused on your job—making sure the fabrics and fits were just right, making sure they all looked their best. still, sometimes your fingers lingered a little too long when you adjusted his jacket. and every time he looked at you, you couldn’t help but wonder if he saw more than just the stylist who made sure his clothes fit.

how could you not be absolutely obsessed with that walking god? the way he carried himself had you on your knees, and all he had to do was look at you to have you craving for him. it didn’t help that he liked your designs, even if he didn’t show huge reactions, you could tell it from the way he would take extra care to not ruin the look, stand and sit straighter, keep checking in the mirror to not ruin the style you spent so much time to perfect for him.

and his body oh god, you absolutely loved taking inspiration from the way he moved so gracefully. it wasn’t hard to imagine clothes for him, but you’d be lying if you didn’t admit….you liked putting him in slightly…dangerous clothes at times.

fabrics that would slip, shirts that would be tight at the arms, or necklines that would be deeper than what was defined for them. you couldn’t help it, there was something about seeing an angry minho trying to fix his outfit on stage that had you squirming in your seat.

it started out as a mistake, you ended up giving him longer than usual sleeves and he kept pushing them up his arms, naturally it made the stays go crazy and the fancam went viral. he didn’t say much, just asked you to be careful next time and you nodded. however, once he realised just how much his fans liked seeing him that way, he had other thoughts.

“you seem to know what the fans like” he said, entering the dressing room where the two of you were alone. he had just come back after performing his solo and had to get ready for the next group song. the members all had private changing rooms at their arena tour concerts for ease and privacy during their solo performances, and of course, you were minho’s designated stylist.

“that’s my job isn’t it?” you grinned, noticing that the shirt was doing hat it was supposed to, hanging meekly on his strong frame and exposing his sharp collarbones. you tried not to make it obvious but you were staring. how could you not when he was looking like that in front of you?

“true, in fact, i believe you know a little too much about how to dress me up for the female gaze.” he hummed, taking a towel to wipe the sweat around his neck and walk over towards you.

you looked away from the greek god before you and pretended to fix his jacket. “huh?” you stuttered, ignoring him as he leaned behind you, his chest pressing against your back and you did everything you could in your power to not melt into his hold.

“we both know what im talking about darling” he muttered into your ear as you heard him peek his sticky, sweaty shirt off, throwing it on the table. “come on, you’re so bold with the clothes you pick, what’s wrong now? cat got your tongue?” he teased at your lack of response, taking note of the way your ears turned red and chest raised and fell so quickly.

“i-“ you began, turning around meekly to hand him his next piece for the nest song, ignoring his naked body inches from you.

“it’s okay kitten, i won’t tell.” he mused, a sly smirk on his face as he took the short, brushing his fingers against yours to grab it. “in fact, i’ll let you” he winked, putting the shirt on in seconds and leaving you standing there.

fuck, that man would be the death of you.

——

three

the next time, you dressed him in a pair of pants just tight enough to reveal his thighs, the shape, the tone, the muscle….oh when he stood in that pose before beginning the performance, you swore you felt yourself shiver just looking at him. sure they were a little more tight and firm fitting than what he usually wore but he’d given you permission…right?

you couldn’t count the number of times you’d imagined what it would feel like to rub yourself on his thick thighs, how he would softly grab your waist, kiss your rough and talk you through it sweetly. you could picture him teasing you, smirking at you, making you feel things you didn’t think were possible.

the performance was a huge success, and the boys came back to the room, clapping along with the staff in joy and satisfaction. you greeted them all, celebrating for a while before you headed back to check on what they would have to wear for the rest of the program.

“thinking of other ways to make me appealing to stays are you?” minho chuckled as he entered the dressing room, leaning across the door frame.

it started as harmless teasing—at least, that’s what you told yourself. minho always had a sharp tongue and a smirk that could make your knees weak if you let it, but lately, it felt different. his comments lingered longer and the space between you seemed to shrink even when neither of you moved.

“come here” you said instead, grabbing the jacket he was supposed to put on.

he obliged a little too easily, not before locking the door after him, and you found it strange. no teasing or flirty remarks this time? that was new.

“you like dressing me up, don’t you?” he said, his voice low, almost lazy, as you adjusted the collar of his jacket.

“it’s my job,” you hummed, keeping your tone neutral even as your pulse raced. but you did notice that his eyes followed the movement of your hands.

“doesn’t feel like just a job,” he murmured, tilting his head slightly so his face was closer to yours. your breath hitched, and you quickly stepped back, pretending to fuss over a wrinkle that wasn’t even there.

“stop moving, or the jacket won’t sit right,” you muttered, avoiding his gaze.

but he didn’t stop. instead, he leaned closer, so close you could feel the faint warmth of his breath against your skin. “maybe you like it when i don’t listen,” he said, his voice just above a whisper, and you froze.

your eyes flicked up to his and there was something darker in his gaze, something that made your stomach twist in a way you couldn’t ignore.

“you’re impossible,” you said, trying to sound annoyed.

he just smirked. “and yet, you’re still here.” then he moved away, walking past you to go check himself in the mirror.

your eyes followed his lean body, unable to tear your gaze away.

“you’re staring,” he said once, catching you off guard as you watched him adjust his sleeves in the mirror.

“i’m making sure it fits right,” you lied, your voice a little too defensive.

he turned to face you, his smirk melting into a smile. “is that all it is?”

your throat went dry, and for a moment, you couldn’t find the words.

“minho, i—” you began, worried that you’d made him uncomfortable, scared that you’d taken this game too far and had crossed into the like of being unprofessional-

“relax,” he interrupted, stepping closer until there was barely any space left between you. “i don’t mind if you look.”

he reached out, his fingers brushing yours as he adjusted the measuring tape hanging from your hand.

“im your canvas anyway kitten” he winked before leaving the room once again.

——

four

this was a big award show for the kids, and you had to make sure they looked perfect. so you did what you had to, you picked out the perfect black zip up tee that you’d been saving.

minho had been working out, you could tell with the way his measurements changed and the way his muscles flexed underneath your hands when you dressed him or measured him. this tee would be the perfect fit on his body, it would highlight all the-

you stopped yourself from going too far.

as you put it on him, you couldn’t help but stare. it was a little riskier than usual, but you couldn’t help yourself. the way it clung to his frame in the fitting room was almost too much.

you adjusted the zipper just so, leaving it open just enough to give a hint of skin—teasing, but still tasteful. or at least, that’s what you convinced yourself.

“this works,” you murmured, stepping back to admire the way the outfit pulled together.

minho gave you a once-over in the mirror, his expression unreadable. “a bit much, don’t you think?”

“not if you can pull it off,” you supplied.

“it looks like it’s painted on,” he muttered

“exactly,” you teased, biting the inside of your cheek to keep from smiling too wide. “you’ll thank me when you see the photos later.”

it fit even better than you imagined, clinging to his chest and tapering perfectly at his waist. the zipper glinted under the dressing room lights, catching your eye as he adjusted it just slightly.

“you’ve got that look again,” he said, breaking your thoughts.

“what look?” you asked, playing innocent, though you could feel the heat creeping up your neck.

“like you’re too proud of yourself,” he said, smirking as he turned to the mirror.

you stepped forward, tugging along the zipper to adjust it. “it’s my job to make sure you look good,” you said, your voice quieter now that you were so close.

he watched you through the mirror, his gaze dark and steady. “you sure that’s the only reason?”

you froze for a second before stepping back, clearing your throat. “stop fishing for compliments, minho.”

he chuckled, “so... halfway, or all the way up?”

you tilted your head, considering. “halfway. it’s... more balanced.”

“more balanced,” he echoed, the corner of his mouth curling up. “not because you want everyone to stare?”

your cheeks burned “i’m thinking about the aesthetic, not—whatever you’re implying.”

he leaned against the counter, his arms crossing over his chest. “right. sure. just aesthetic.”

“just get out there,” you said, waving him toward the door and he laughed, “okay okay,” he nodded, “i’ll go and perform well in your outfit miss” he teased one last time before walking out to join the group.

oh he was insufferable.

five

fuck fuck fuck….you watched the performance as the song began, and a dread filled you. in all your teasing with him, you forgot to secure the zipper. fuck, no, what if,,, nah, case 143 choreo wasn’t that hard was it? it won’t slip down. why would it? it’s not like minho has a strong dance break in that song….

you were proven wrong right as the final leg of the performance began. the zipper, which you’d adjusted to sit slightly open for a teasing effect, slid further down as he danced, exposing more of his chest than either of you intended. the crowd went wild, the cameras zeroed in on him, and while the rest of the group laughed it off backstage, minho wasn’t as amused.

you were in the dressing room when he walked in, still flushed from the performance, his jaw tight and eyes sharp. you barely had time to open your mouth before he shut the door behind him with a little too much force. you knew the second he stormed into the dressing room that you were in trouble. he didn’t say anything at first, just shut the door behind him with a force.

“what the hell was that?” his voice was low, controlled, but there was an unmistakable frustration behind it.

“the zipper?” you asked, trying to play it cool even as your pulse quickened.

“yes, the zipper,” he snapped, taking a step closer. his hair was slightly damp from sweat, clinging to his forehead, and the way he looked at you—frustrated, intense—made it hard to think straight.

“it wasn’t supposed to go that far down,” you said quickly, reaching for an excuse. “it must’ve slipped—”

“slipped,” he repeated, his tone heavy with disbelief. his gaze dropped to your hands, and then back up to your face, his lips curving into a dangerous smirk. “you’re telling me this was an accident?”

“of course it was,” you shot back, though your voice wavered slightly under his stare.

“really?” he snapped, his voice rising slightly. “because it sure looked like you wanted every single person in that crowd to see me like that.” he moved closer so that he was inches before you.

your cheeks burned, and you took a step back, only to find yourself against the counter. “i was just doing my job,” you muttered, trying to sound unaffected, but the way he was looking at you—like he was ready to devour you—made it nearly impossible to focus on the unholy thoughts wrecking your brain.

“your job,” he repeated, leaning in until his face was inches from yours. his hands came up to rest on either side of you, trapping you in place. “you’ve been awfully hands-on lately, haven’t you? fixing collars, adjusting sleeves, picking out clothes that fit just right.” his hands came to grab the ends of the measure tape across your body, one that you used and hung around your neck.

you swallowed hard, your heart pounding in your chest. “minho, i—”

"you what?" he taunted, hands tightening around the tape and he pulled it slowly, deliberately till you were closer to him.

“is this part of your job too?” he murmured, his voice low and dangerous. his hand moved to the zipper on his chest, fingers brushing it as he tugged it down another inch, exposing more of his skin.

“minho,” you breathed, barely able to get the word out.

“what?” he challenged, his lips curling into a smirk that was equal parts angry and... something else. “you seemed to enjoy dressing me like this. or maybe you just wanted a better view.”

your cheeks burned, your heart pounding so loudly you were sure he could hear it. “that’s not—”

“don’t lie to me,” he growled, his hand slamming against the counter behind you, caging you in completely. his face was so close now, you could see the tension in his jaw, the way his tongue flicked over his teeth like he was barely holding himself back. “every touch, every look—don’t think i haven’t noticed.”

his words were sharp, cutting, but the way his eyes roamed your face made your knees weak. "minho i wasn't-" you stuttered, trying your best to ignore the way your panties felt more and more damp and uncomfortable to be in. subconsciously, you pressed your thighs together at the glare minho gave you. he was furious enough to make you lose your senses, you couldn't even think properly, much less speak.

this scene before you was straight out of your fantasies.

“you wanted attention?” he asked, his tone mocking. “you’ve got it. so tell me—was this for you, or for them?” he chuckled darkly, placing an arm around your waist, holding you tight as the other one came to pull your chin to face him.

“it wasn’t—” your voice cracked, and you swallowed hard, trying to steady yourself. “it wasn’t like that.”

"then what was it like kitten?" he tilted his head lower, lips brushing against yours and you sighed, melting into his hold. "can you tell me?"

"i-" you began, "i just wanted to dress you in an attractive manner-" you mumbled but he wasn't having it. he wanted to hear it, from your own mouth. hear you say how stupid obsessed you were with him and how it led you to do this.

he needed to hear that you wanted this as much as he did.

“you don’t get to play innocent after that,” he continued, his voice dropping even lower. “i saw the way you looked at me when you zipped this up earlier. you knew exactly what you were doing.”

his thumb brushed your bottom lip, and the slight, almost careless dominance in the gesture left you speechless.

“nothing to say now?” his smirk was sharp, dangerous, as his eyes roamed over your face. “you were so bold earlier, picking this out for me. so confident.” he breathed out.

“minho,” you finally managed to whisper, though it came out shaky, barely audible.

“what?” he pressed, his tone mocking yet laced with something darker. “don’t tell me you can’t handle the consequences of your little games.”

his fingers trailed along the edge of the zipper on his chest, tugging it down another inch as he watched your reaction. "i won't do shit to you until you admit it kitten, you're the one dragging this out." he hissed, his hand coming to grip your neck and tilt it back, while his knee pushed between your thighs, rubbing against your wet core. "at least pretend like you're not into this kitten, ive seen you push your thighs together thrice already.'" he scoffed lightly, his touch on your neck sending shivers down your spine. "admit it," he murmured "or i will you here like this, wet, desperate and needy" he hissed in your ear and you broke.

"go on," he teased, the challenge clear in his tone. "say it. i want to hear you admit exactly what’s been running through that pretty little head of yours."

"i...i did it on purpose" you choke out and he hums in approval. “i dressed you up because i liked seeing you in these kinds of outfits”

he lets out a chuckle, his grip loosening as he leans back to get a good look at you. “so my kitten admits it wasn’t for her job, but rather because she found me attractive?” he rose a brow, daring you to disagree.

the sheer confidence, the cocky arrogance had you folding already and you nod, placing your hands on his chest, desperate for his touch.

“there’s my good girl” he smiled, leaning closer. “what do you want me to do then kitten?” he tilted his head, waiting for your approval before he took this far into the other line.

“kiss me minho, please.” you whispered and you had barely completed your sentence before his mouth had descended on yours.

the kiss was hot and heavy, laced with need and desperation. his lips moulded with yours with a strange urgency, as if he’d been dying to have you. his hands clawed at your body, struggling to feel all of you at once.

when you came up for air, he barely let you breathe for two seconds before he was kissing you again, knocking the air out of your lungs.

“mhh-“ you moaned into the kiss, eliciting a grown from the man kissing you.

“fuck kitten, you’re gonna be the death of me” he hissed, pulling away and grabbing your chin to look at the mess he’d made.

your lipstick was smudged, lips swollen, bitten, rightfully so, and covered in a sheen of his spit.

you looked beautiful.

“more- please” you whimper and he obliges, he would be stupid to say no.

“more? what does my kitten want huh? for me to touch her? where?” he played with you, pushing you up on the counter table and standing between your thighs as his hand came to run over your clothed cunt. “here?” he teased, watching you throw your head back and whimper a meek yes.

“aww, haven’t even done much yet” he cooed, pulling your skirt to your waist, eyes locking in on the wet patch on your light pink cotton panties. “fuck, have you been this wet since you dressed me up?” he said, his eyes blown wide with lust.

you gulped, your hands fisted at your sides and nodded softly, and that seemed to make minho lose his mind for he groaned and threw his head back.

“fucking hell” he whispered more to himself, “seeing me in this did that to you?” he chuckled, pulling you closer. “want me to take care of it kitten?”

you could only nod, lost in the situation that you’d wanted for god knows how long.

“not quite yet baby, you’ll have to get wetter for me yeah? show me how bad you want me” he winked, pointing to the zipper and your eyes lit up.

“can i-“ you began

“everything you’ve imagined baby, do it to me” he nodded, pulling you closer by your neck till your lips were against the zip. “use that pretty mouth” he ordered.

your lips wrapped around the zipper, taking care to not touch your teeth because you hated the feeling of metal on them, and pulled it down, all the way down, revealing his naked body before you to admire.

your lip nipped slightly in the process of keeping your teeth away and minho all but pulled you up to suck on the wound, turning it into a kiss that ended with his hands in your panties.

“shit baby, you’re so fucking wet, do you hear yourself?” he moaned, leaving kisses all down your neck while his thumb worked on your clit, two of his fingers curling inside your hot, wet cunt. “taking my fingers so well, i wonder if that cunt can take my cock that well too” he chuckled, earning a deep moan out of you.

“shh baby, don’t forget, we’re still in public” he warned, sticking his fingers inside your mouth to suck on while he pushed yet a third one inside your pussy, fucking you with them both simultaneously.

oh how you loved him being ambidextrous.

“shit” he grunted when you began to shudder around his fingers, and he pulled them out before you could cum, putting them inside his mouth at once to suck them clean.

“mhm, sweetest taste baby, was so fucking worth the wait” he groaned, kissing you and making you taste yourself.

“im going to fuck you now okay baby?” he rose a brow, laying you back on the table.

“please, please minho, i, i cant-“ you began, and he paused, eyes widening as he cupped your cheeks.

“hey hey, you want to stop? did i hurt you?” he asked, tender worry in his eyes and guilt.

your heart warmed and you shook your head. “no no, im fine, it’s just that…could you keep the shirt on while you fuck me?” you asked, tracing your hand down the shirt and leaning ahead to kiss it.

“aw baby fuck, you can’t just- you can’t do that and expect me to stay still” he hissed, hands coming into your hair once you gave him the green light again.

he let you play with him, kissing his chest, biting, licking, all you want while he played with your hair and mumbled how good you were being for him and how amazing you were making him feel.

“is my kitty satisfied?” he asked, pulling you back by your hair and making you look up at him.

“not yet” you pout, and he swears he loses it. how could you be so fucking hot and cute at the same time?

“what else baby?”

“cock.” you pout, a little huff leaving your lips and he swears he lost his mind. “want your cock min, want to suck your cock” you plead.

the shaky breath he takes tells you everything you need to know about how you were on the edge of his self control at that point.

“baby…” he breathes out, “as badly as i want that pretty mouth around my cock, i want to fuck that cunt before i have to be up on the stage again” he mumbles darkly, his hands on your waist as he lays you back. “is that okay with you? i promise kitten, i’ll let you do whatever you want once the program ends yeah? but i’ve only got a little time left and i can’t leave you needy here yeah? i can’t go out there’s without fucking that pussy with my cock after seeing it take my fingers so well baby i’ll lose my mind on stage” he grunts as you nod, letting him know you were okay with him going a little rough and faster than before.

“i don’t, i don’t have a condom though.” he said with a sudden realisation, pulling back to cup your cheek. “how about i just eat you out instead?” he offered, but you shook your head.

“im on birth control,” you said at once, “im clean, i know you are too,” you whisper, “staff privileges” you add with a sly wink and he chuckles.

“i really have quite the obsessed girl here don’t i?” he mumbles a little darkly as he kisses you this time.

“gonna take it yeah? gonna take my cock” he hissed as he unbuckled his pants, leaning down and licking a long stripe over your pussy. “sorry, couldn’t resist” he chuckled before grabbing his cock and placing its tips against your clit, pressing on it and making you whine.

“baby, quiet” he warned sternly as he slowly pushed in, letting his jaw fall open at the pleasure.

your hands came to grab at this shirt on his body, feeling your back arch from the sheer size and girth he carried. “you’re-you’re big” you choke out but you knew that. hey, you fitted his pants too didn’t you?

“but you know that already don’t you kitten? you’re not exactly subtle when measuring me” he cooed, teasing you as he bottomed out all the way, staying there to let you adjust. “fuck baby, you’re taking me so well, so fucking well, just relax a bit more yeah? you’re so wet and so fucking tight i don’t- i don’t want to hold back-“ he grunted, kissing you hard.

“you- you can move” you nod as soon as you feel him get all the way in, he’d worked you up well before and you felt your cunt suck him in.

“ah fuck” he hissed as he pulled out only to push back in, the loud squelch making you both groan. the sounds of his hips slapping against the yours, the creaking of the table, the squelch of your wetness coating him drove you crazy and you couldn’t help but feel your orgasm form earlier struggling to come back.

“min im close-“ you whine.

“already? baby we just started.” he chuckled, grabbing your thighs and pushing your knees to your chest, the angle pushing him deeper and you both moaned at the same time. his fingers came to rub at your clit in tight circles, making your whined get squeakier and your orgasm built up like crazy.

“go on, cum for me yeah? show me how good im making you feel” he cooed, and it didn’t take long for you to feel your orgasm hit you like a truck.

your body shook in waves, your eyes wet from slight tears due to how good it felt and how much pleasure minho was giving you all at once. “fucking goddess” he grunted, staring at you mystified as he kept fucking you through your orgasm, “gonna let me keep going? gonna let me keep fucking this cunt?” he hissed.

“yes, please, need more minho, need you, all of you please” you plead, looking up at him as he went harder, his rhythm losing pace as his own orgasm neared.

“you close min? you’re going to cum for me? cum inside my pussy?” you cooed, watching his expressions contort to one of pure pleasure and he nodded vigorously.

“fuck yes, keep talking to me like that’s baby” he grunted, “gonna fill this pussy with my cum”

“do it, please min, what your cum inside me so bad, want to watch you onstage in my handpicked outfit, with your cum dripping out of my pussy” you whine and that’s when minho loses it.

“cum with me, again yeah? once more please” he moans and you couldn’t say no, not when he was fucking you so good and so deep.

it didn’t take long before the two of you came together, your hands clutching the collar of the shirt as you both stayed close.

“fuck” he moans with sensitivity, slowly pulling out of you and cupping your cheek. “you did so well, so so good for me baby” he cooed, laying soft kisses on your tried face as you tried to catch your breath.

“so did you-“ you gasp, chuckling softly. “did you just tire yourself out before you last stage?” you point out and he just playfully rolled his eyes.

“oh please, my stamina is endless baby. you only saw a quarter of it because i fucked you right after performing three songs in a row. wait till we get back to the dorm and i have you to myself all night” he winked and your brows shot up.

“you want to do this again?” you ask with a slightly hopeful tone and he simply smiled, grabbing a few tissues to clean you up while you laid there.

“of course y/n, i know the order isn’t the best but will you let me take you out to dinner? and then can i be your boyfriend?” he chuckled at the play with words, ironically the lyrics of his own song when that zipper slipped down.

“i could never say no min” you smiled, pulling him into a kiss one last time before you’d both have to get cleaned up and dress him up again.

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a/n- i hope i wrote it well and you enjoyed it💗

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httpsryu · 9 months ago

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muse? pt. 4

pairing: kang haerin x fem newjeans!reader

summary: getting a new member way long after debut and before a comeback isn't really the best idea to haerin

category: enemies-to-lovers (?), kpop idol au

genre: slow burn, angst, and fluff

warnings: a bit frustrating and A LOT of jealousy

a/n: i appreciate all the love muse has gotten so far! tysm everyone :)

With a small sigh, you proceed to walk into the dressing room, following your hair and makeup stylists. Seeing the fellow '06 liner, you can't help but to already roll your eyes knowing she's probably going to say some remark to you.

"I would think you've gotten lost or something." Haerin immediately starts upon seeing you at the doorway.

Huddling the already soaked towel around your frame, you can't help but chatter your teeth. "I think I'm knowing my way around this building since we were here pretty early."

"Hmm. Good for you." Haerin shuts her eyes for the makeup artist to do her eye makeup.

You can't help but to let out another very obvious eye roll at the other.

"Y/N-shi, inside the changing room, there's a new outfit for you to change into." Your makeup stylist says, handing you another warm towel to which you immediately reach out for.

You bow at the older lady, thanking her with a smile before disappearing off into the changing room.

Haerin watches through the mirror, the door closing. She's still thinking about how there was a glowing energy around you, you're a different vibe when it comes to work.

However, Haerin will never admit that. Never in her life.

"Y/N-shi did amazing today." Haerin's stylist starts to talk to the other stylist. "I was so amazed at how well she grasped the cameras!"

"She used to be in a pre-debut show with other SM trainees." The other said, getting your seat ready and making it comfortable for you. "I heard that Min Hee-Jin wanted to bring Y/N with her after leaving SM but the other upper people didn't let her."

Haerin goes on her phone, pretending to not "care" about whatever the two pretty unnies are gossiping about.

"Really?!"

"Yes! She practically grew up in Min Hee-Jin's arms." The other explains, looking over and making sure each makeup product is sitting on the makeup table. "Apparently, not only did she grew up in Min Hee-Jin's arms but also in Yoo Young Jin's arms, he only trains the special trainees."

The cat-like female controls herself from rolling her eyes; yet again. Everyone is praising you for being this special star but why has Haerin not seen it yet? This supposed star that Min Hee-Jin went through lengths of bringing over here messes up the easiest part of the choreography?

Haerin doesn't get it; she really doesn't.

It pisses her off even more.

And because it pisses her off, something in her is intrigued by you.

"Unnie?" You call out from the changing room.

Haerin's stylist cannot help but to let out a small 'awe' at the tone of your voice.

"Yes, Y/N-shi?" Your stylist responds, coming over to stand in front of the changing room. "Is everything okay?"

You immediately panic at that statement, looking over in the mirror at the small rip in your dress. Only the second day of being in the group and you've already ruined a dress.

"Something happened to the dress."

"What's wrong?"

You opened the door slowly, peeking your head out with a derpy smile. "There's a rip in the dress."

"Let me see?"

With some shyness in the steps of your feet, you walk out the changing room.

Haerin almost feels her breath hitch at the sight of you in the mirror, her eyes looked at you, trailing from head to toe. Somehow, just somehow you manage to look stunning with wet hair and the "ripped" dress.

Wow.

This doesn't get past the pretty unnie who just finished up the last final touches of both Haerin's hair and makeup. She lets out a silent giggle at how cute the two groupmates are.

"Hmm, we don't have any backup dresses but..I think we can work with this somehow." Your stylist thinks, rushing out the room.

"Haerin-shi, take care of Y/N-shi. We'll be right back shortly." Haerin's stylist says before shortly following the other out in need of aid.

The feline-like female sighs once again. "You cause trouble everywhere you go."

"Here we go again.." You shake your head in astonishment, genuinely surprised at how someone could ruin the mood SO FAST. "Let me give you a word of advice. you should change your personality. no one would ever like someone who’s fussy and sensitive.”

Haerin snaps her head to turn at you. “I won’t ever ask you to like me, so don’t worry.”

“Who says I'm worried? Stick close to your words, Haerin."

Haerin could only stare back at you, blinking blankly. She opens her mouth to say something but nothing ends up coming out of her mouth. She lets out a huff silently before turning back around and paying attention to her phone.

"Always trying to start something." You grumble under your tone, which does NOT go pass the cat-eyed female.

Haerin is starting to feel ticked off.

First, she had to wake up early in the morning to do a reshoot for the album (keep in mind that these photos were taken a couple months ago). Second, as if the company wanted to torture her enough, she got assigned with you for the duo shoots (which wasn't even a thing til now because of six members). Lastly, you just LOVE to mumble stuff knowing that she can hear.

Before Haerin could say anything, the two stylists enter the dressing room with various of ribbons and different fabrics to layer over the slight tear.

"Y/N-shi, you can help in the decision of which one looks well with the dress."

The cat-eyed female is a bit curious, so she constantly darts her pupils back and fourth with the screen of her phone and the reflection of you and the two pretty older ladies through the mirror. And somehow, Haerin's eyes focuses on you more than her phone.

Your stylist holds up a pretty piece of pale pink lace and Haerin feels her throat dry up in the back at how pretty the pink looks against you.

"Haerin-shi, what do you think?" Haerin's stylist questions, smiling a bit too wide.

You look up at your group mate in anticipation on what she'll say.

"It's pretty."

The oldest member watches the couple shoot between Haerin and you with her arms crossed in dissatisfaction. Anyone could tell that Haerin and you don't get along like the others.

"Haerin-shi, could we have you whispering something in Y/N-shi's ears? Like you're telling her a secret only for the two of you." The director suggests, hoping the shot will turn out beautiful like the how the others did.

You can't help but to feel a sense of electricity at how close the two of you are.

Haerin fights her eye roll back, scooting a bit more closer towards you and she holds up her hand besides your ear. She slowly moves her face to your ear, she's a bit nervous and uncomfortable with how close this is.

"Y/N-shi, could you tilt your head towards Haerin-shi a bit more?"

Listening to the directions given to you, you move a bit too close but a butterfly leads you to move a bit too far to where Haerin accidentally kisses your cheek. Both girls turn pink at the sudden contact, looking shy afterwards.

What just happened?

However, this shot comes out perfect.

Minji smiles in satisfaction, pushing down the bitter taste in the back of her mouth.

"No fair!" Hanni protests, sitting down on the picnic blanket in a tantrum-like manner as she watches with envy at Haerin and you.

Danielle could only pat the back of her group mate while she too holds back the bitter taste in the back of her throat with a pout.

Hyein can only shake her head at the way the others are acting. "They are so down bad."

Both Haerin and you pull apart immediately after the accidental kiss.

"S-sorry." You apologize, playing with the grass in your hands while looking down to avoid looking at her.

She clears her throat, rubbing the back of her nape in embarrassment. "It's whatever."

Another shot came out perfect.

"They're naturals at this." Your manager views the photos, impressed with how they're looking so far.

The director and staff all nod in agreement at how the two of you look so perfectly paired up.

"There's something in your hair." Haerin points out, prompting you to look up as you brush your hand through your hair. "No, it's there. Careful, you might take off your headpiece."

"Here?"

The feline-like female lets out a small silent laugh, bringing her hand up to fix the falling elf-ears. Fixing your hair afterwards.

"Thanks."

She hums in response.

"Oh! Haerin is so going to get it for trying to get to MY woman!" Hanni fists the blanket in her hand in frustration.

Being in the van close to midnight is a nightmare for the girls. All they want to do is eat and go to bed. Yet, here they are. Stuck in traffic on the busiest road in Seoul.

"Unnie, I'm so hungry." Hyein whines to Danielle, laying her head down on the older's shoulders.

Danielle could only pat the youngest's head to console her. "We'll be home soon."

Haerin looks from the rear view's mirror of the van from her seat, noticing you asleep. Minji, being the oldest she is, besides you as she keeps trying to protect your head from falling into the windows.

Wait; did she just put your head on her shoulders?

"OMG NO!" Hanni whisper-shouts, looking at her ex-roommate in frustration. "Minji is making moves on MY Y/N."

There goes the Vietnamese's delusions again. Haerin wants to just roll her eyes at the way Hanni keeps claiming you as hers. Since when were you a property?

"She sleeps so peacefully." Danielle softly speaks, looking over at you with pureness in her eyes. Oh, how she wishes you were the one laying on her shoulder.

Hyein fights back a giggle at the way everyone is acting.

"She's my roommate at the end of the day." Haerin flatly says, inserting her headphones in to not get bothered and bombarded questions about why she just said that.

Haerin doesn't know either.

Why does she feel the need to tell everyone that you're her roommate? Like why did she even bring it up?

Resting her head against the window, the cat-eyed girl couldn't help but to let her mind flashback to the accidental kiss. Her lips softly grazing against the plumpness of your cheeks. Haerin brings her fingers to her lips again and she can't help but to smile a little over the moment from earlier.

Realization seeps in and her smile drops, eyes blank as she returns back to her usual expression and shuts her eyes. Drowning herself in the music coming from her headphones and traveling into her ears. (in the back of her mind; she doesn't know why her stomach is feeling funny).

"I think Haerin thinks Y/N is cute." Hyein smiles at the others, gulping nervously at the three girls' expressions.

The bang-haired girl waves her hand, brushing it off. "Yeah right."

"No. I'm being serious." The youngest defends her case. "She just doesn't know it yet herself."

The oldest of the bunch shrugs carefully, not wanting to wake you up. "It's only been the 2nd day, who knows?"

"Come on~ everyone knows Y/N is quite cute." Danielle says, understanding Haerin. "And Haerin does like pretty girls."

Hanni rolls her eyes, covering her ears with her hands. "Stop. Stop. Stop. She's my pretty girl, though."

Hyein sarcastically shakes her head while sighing. "Y/N unnie is actually mines, so..."

The other three could only look at her, assuming that it may be a part of puberty.

Pacing back in and out of the shared bathroom in the room, Haerin wonders if she should wake you up to freshen up. Each time she walks out the bathroom, she's met with you peacefully sleeping and she doesn't dare wake you up with how content you look in your bed.

BUT, there's practice tomorrow! If anything, Haerin would not want you messing up tomorrow. AT ALL.

With full decision in her mind, she strides towards your sleeping figure.

"Hey. Wake up." She taps on your shoulder repeatedly. "We have practice tomorrow."

Opening your eyes tiredly, you're met with your member peering over you. And somehow in the dim light of the bedroom, she looks somehow angelic and not annoying like the past day. If only she looked like this all the time, perhaps you would be able to tolerate the introverted member.

Haerin's eyes widen at the sudden eye contact you and her both made, backing away.

"It's 2 in the morning, I figure you'd want to wash up before going back to bed." She rubs the back of her nape, looking at the ground. "We have practice tomorrow."

Letting out a small incoherent noise, ultimately, you listen to your roommate and sit up from the bed. "Thanks."

"You need to get better at knowing the schedules." The other states, walking back to her side of the room. "I may be your member but it's up to you whether you want this spot on the team or not."

Too out of energy to defend yourself, you let out a nod before vanishing into the bathroom. Leaving Haerin wondering why you didn't argue back with her.

Could everything be okay with you? Perhaps, was Haerin a bit mean to you? Not that she cared or anything.

She was only just warning her; she has no idea why you would be upset by her words. The cat-eyed girl shakes her head to forget all about it and keep her mind CLEAR from you. She DOES NOT want you to be the last thought in her head before going to bed.

That sounds like a definite nightmare.

Charging her phone, she places it on the bedside table before drowning herself into her covers. Shutting her eyes to get some rest for tomorrow's day, your face suddenly pops up.

The raven-haired female immediately opens her eyes in a frantic state. What the hell? She sits up, trying to process what just happened. Alarmed and frightened, she gets out of bed to walk out to the kitchen for some air.

Grabbing some water from the fridge, Haerin could only chug it down in hopes of being able to sleep and it was all just a fragment of imagination because she was EXTREMELY drained and over-worked.

"Rin?" Jihye comes walking down the halls to a rare sight of Haerin. "Everything alright?"

Haerin shuts the fridge, smiling at her best friend to not worry her. "Of course."

"How's Y/N? Is she sleeping well?" The Australian asks, walking over to grab a cup of milk. "I hope she's not too exhausted, she just got here and she's getting into all these schedules all of a sudden."

The other could only roll her eyes, agitated at how other other girls are worrying about you. After all, you're her roommate not THEIRS. So why does it matter that you end up being on her best friend's mind at the end of the night.

"After the concept photos, I think I saw her in a new light." Jihye shyly confesses, looking down at the cup of milk with a soft smile. "She's just so fresh, I don't know how to describe it."

"Do you have a crush on her or something?"

The curly-haired couldn't help but to giggle lightly. "Of course not."

That was the biggest lie Jihye could've ever said.

"Good."

prev. part ----- next. part

finally finally pt. 4 is up!!

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kfaem · 3 months ago

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Sylus Qin || When his S/O is a KPop Idol

Bringing back my first post in the fandom :) i realized i never did one for Sylus after his debut and i got a sudden burst of inspiration. tw: nothing

Sylus makes it known to you that he doesn't mind your relationship being public, but also acknowledges the harm that could be done to you if it is

the amount of money he throws at your company is incredible

especially if you're from an unpopular company, you'll go from basic tennis skirts to elaborate, fancy outfits and have no idea why

your ceo and him have since become besties

attends every concert one way or another, even if he has to get luke and kieran to facetime him to show him everything

watches every music video, and in his restaurants/stores he plays your new albums as well as old ones

dont bother trying to get him to dance

please. dont.

however you will go home to him and he's wine drunk shrieking one of your ballads

celebrates every achievement with you, and gives you and your members extravagant gifts in celebration

your members love him, even if hes just a little off-putting at times

#love and deepspace #love and deepspace sylus #sylus love and deepspace #loveanddeepspace #lnds sylus #sylus x reader #sylus x mc

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kanmom51 · 8 months ago

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https://twitter.com/parkjmwins/status/1782358915939774874

Idk whether you will even answer this ask or will block me but this is exactly why JK had similar concept pics like Jimin. Jikookers made it to be romantic while Fandom made it to a joke 'JK always copy Jimin' (ofcourse). I've seen you making multiple posts about Jikook concept pics being match is a proof of them being a couple when in reality Hybe don't even take permission of original artist before using their ideas for another. One hybe label just got into trouble for copying newjeans and according to CEO min heejin it was BANG SHIHYUK who wanted to copy newjeans to create a second version of them through illit. And guess what he made sure illit gets 10x more success than newjeans, a 2 day song was already charting in different charts including hot 100. The same bang shihyuk who ignored every bit of Jimin's success but shamelessly copied his ideas and visions of concept pics for another favorite member. He shamelessly asks staffs to copy original ideas of artists who created them and use them for a cheap version of the said artist, Newjeans and Jimin are just examples.

Was it JK's fault ? Not necessarily but unlike rookie Illit he had power and capability to make his own decisions and use his own visions instead of doing what he was asked to do by the staff (his words) but he didn't and sat comfortably while using another person's hardwork. If you still think those similarities were because they were couple then idk what to say because in that logic Newjeans girls and Illit girls are dating.

Talk about TikTok generation ask.

Linking me to a tweet that has zero actual information and/or proper discussion, just stating a fact that isn't necessarily even a fact. Ignoring the full picture (like y'all do when it comes to Jikook as well, btw).

And I also find it so so funny how you are basically hanging your all on something that a very problematic figure within the Kpop industry is claiming, all to try and deflect from despicable behaviour she's being accused of, including using and revealing private info of Hybe idols obtained in illegal and despicable manors, perhaps including having to do with certain private info leaking of certain BTS members (including the one person that you so vehemently claim to love and stand in defense of).

You think that by sending me this link you are proving something?

You say that you read through my posts. Well, obviously you've missed those many posts I've written explaining how JM and JK being a couple can be deducted not from one action or one behaviour alone, but the combination of many many actions or behaviours. A puzzle built of not 10 or 50 or 100 pieces, but one built of so many many more.

I find it funny how with everything that has been going on with JM and JK you guys are still at this.

We're back to JK copying JM.

Like seriously.

Like even if the whole NJ Illit thing was true there was some kind of a comparison to be made with these two men.

Like JK, who's album concept is 180 degrees different than JM's doesn't have stylists at his beck and call to create a concept that isn't a full on copy of JM's. Right down to the studs and colours and minutiae details of some of the outfits.

Like if he did copy JM, that same scorned poor JM (that's how you guys love to portray him, as a damsel in distress awaiting you to swoop in and save him) CHOSE to fly to NY to be with JK and spend Silver day there with him, travel with him multiple times and spend his entire 18 months in the army with that awful copy cat JK.

Your ask tells me that you have zero understanding in human interactions and relationships. JM saying time and time again, JOKING time and time again, about JK copying him, it's a tease but also something that he LOVES. How he inspires JK, how JK perceives him as his catalyst.

But this here, the photo concepts and the whole of JK's wardrobe while promoting, claiming it's all about copying JM is just bull crap. This was planned. And it was planned by the two of them. It's not a coincidence that JM happens to wear the bottom part of a two piece outfit months before JK wears the top part of the same exact outfit.

And if we are talking about copying, is it the concept he's copying or is he so far gone that he's literally copying down to the smallest of details?

Like seriously. You think that's about copying JM?

Or because it worked for JM so he thinks it will work for him? Literally same hairstyle rocking as JM had in Face? Cause why not use a concept that works? Seriously? JK's all "I should do this cause it worked for JM so it will work for me"?

Was that what he was thinking when he rocked a highlight of JM's hair colour over the years? That the colour works for JM so I should have a strand of that colour in my hair as well, copying his success? Is that the theory you're working with?

Or when JK wore the same jacket as JM on Valentines day, you know, in a clip that JM himself records and uploads, that JK also copying JM?

Babe, this isn't just about the concept pics either. And it's not just about Face and Seven or Golden. Wearing the actual same black leather or leather-like pants just because he couldn't find any other pants? That level of copying? Or perhaps it wasn't about copying and more about mirroring.

About "You are me I am you", which they have been screaming at the top of their lungs for years now!!!

It amazes me how you have zero issue in taking an over decade long complex super close relationship (no matter how you perceive it they are super close) and simplifying it into "JK copied JM's concept because JM's concept worked for him", or to even compare whatever went on with JK and JM and those similarities to a claim made (by a disgruntled and caught red handed employee of Hybe) about one new GG copying concepts and whatever from a GG that's been around for 2 years now. No connection between them. No long term relationships between the groups. One group supposedly copying from another. Yeah, definitely the comparison needed to be made between that and Jikook's behaviours or decision making.

How infantile of you.

Oh and that paragraph of yours at the end. Laughable really.

Like I already said, go compare 2 GGs in two different companies to 2 men that have been close for over 10 years now. And let's also disregard the long history of those two doing the similar and same outfit (during official shoots, performances etc, or during their free time) thing and look at this one single concept.

Probably styled (funny how the styling seems to be similar for years now on many occasions, and just with the two of them)

Not styled.

These are just examples of MANY MORE instances.

Oh, and I suggest you go read this post too. Not mine, but recently written and oh so relevant to the conversation.

I can't help but wonder how different your pov would have been if one of those two young men was a female. Just thought I would throw that in here too.

But I gotta give you an A for persistence. You guys, you never give up, do you? No matter what JK and JM will throw at you, you will find a way to twist it around to fit your narratives. I guess you also think that JM was forced into enlistment with JK, ah? And their trips together and the content that will drop, also forced on him? I guess him saying otherwise isn't enough to convince you guys either, right? I love the way how you guys are so intrenched in your belief of victimhood that you don't even listen to what JM himself tells you. You love him so much that basically call him a liar. Good for yous I guess.

So, to clarify my answer to you, just in case it wasn't as clear as day already...

You do you, cause nothing I tell you, or show you, or you know what? Nothing that even JM himself will tell you or show you will satisfy you. Because you are living in a self built fantasy of what and who JM is and what and who those that surround him are, all to fit that narrative of yours in which he needs you guys as his saviours and knights in shining armour to swoop in and save him from the big bad JK.

One more thing.

JM's Face was a masterpiece.

We all agree on that. JK included.

He adores JM, he's his no. 1 fan and he's been showing us this throughout 2023.

JK is not a person that would callously copy a concept used by a bandmate just because it succeeded for his bandmate and might work for him too.

Let alone from JM.

His person.

Not even if, as you put it, he was told to do so by the powers at be (which yeah, he'd tell to go shove it up their asses if they ever did 'tell' him to do that btw, and they wouldn't do it anyway seeing that they know that would be his exact reaction).

So, no.

That is my answer to you.

Just a whole big fat NOPE.

No to copying. And surprisingly no to blocking you.

Yet.

#Jikook #kookmin #minkook #jungkook #jk #jimin #jm

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changisworld · 11 months ago

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fwb + jelous seungmin please....................................

OMG YES YES YES & YES AGAIN!!

i got carried away while writing this but i hope you enjoy reading this as much as i enjoyed writing it<3

Main masterlist here

18+, MDNI!!! warnings under the cut

WORD COUNT; 3,684

©ANY translation, copy & paste, posting of my work is strictly forbidden for ANY posts/ writing i post.

any reblogs/ comments are deeply appreciated!!

WARNINGS; Dom! seungmin, Sub!reader, ruined orgasm, thigh riding, rough sex, dirty talk, degradation, dacryphilia, begging, meanie seungmin, daddy kink, jealous seungmin, choking, hair pulling, finger sucking,slapping ((!! LACK OF PROPER AFTERCARE!! it’s brief!!)) Other skz members are mentioned, it’s IDOL!AU

OTHER WARNING; this story involves alcohol, reader & seungmin are tipsy but sober enough to make adult decisions. Both non-verbally consent.

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You are currently backstage with the members & a few members of staff, helping them pack their items away to leave the showcase, after winning yet another award. You got acquainted with the boys through work, you were called asking if you wanted to be a stylist for a ‘well known kpop group’ & you thought of the money & obviously said yes, but you were in disbelief when it was straykids you would be styling. You were very nervous & shy at first to be working with them but you have now became one of their closest friends other than the other boys themselves & have worked with them for almost 3 years.

They regularly invite you over to their dorm to watch the latest kdramas, let you watch them record their music so you can ‘get an idea of the vibe for the outfits’(changbins words) & so on. Out of all the guys, you would say your closest friend is hyunjin… but behind closed doors, seungmin is your closest friend by a mile. Seungmin & you would not necessarily avoid each other, but you got a vibe he didn’t really like you so you would only really speak when necessary, but that all changed one night when you, Seungmin, Jeongin & Bangchan were at the dorms watching movies but you had all run out of snacks so Jeongin & Chan went to the store to get some more. One thing lead to another & you & Seungmin ended up kissing & his dick somehow ended up in your mouth.

Ever since then, Seungmin would somehow find ways to get you alone, whether that be dragging you into a janitor cupboard or making up a random issue with the outfit during dress rehearsals just so you could both leave the room to completely fix the issue, just for him to instead, completely ruin your cunt while his members are in the next room completely unaware.When you don’t come back since your legs can no longer do what they are intended for, the guys wouldn’t really think too much if you didn’t come back with him since they all know how busy you are with phone calls & things, but in the odd occasion they do ask, seungmin has a smooth tongue & can think of an excuse that wont make them think twice.

You all finish packing the boys items away & leave through the back door & divide yourselves into the 3 5 seater cars, You end up with another staff member in the front, Hyunjin on your left, you in the middle & As your luck has it… seungmin on the right. You & seungmin have previously agreed to try keep your arrangement secret just so you both don’t need to hear about it 24/7 from other members, so he only speaks when spoken to.

You & hyunjin talk about random things & share some laughs, hyunjin tries to include seungmin in the conversation but he dismisses it, you can tell he’s not tired so you don’t know what’s bothering him.

“Minnie don’t get too tired, we still gotta celebrate, we have a booth booked at the other end of Seoul since we won” Hyunjin reaches over you & taps seungmin playfully, he just smiles at him & looks out the window, ‘strange but okay’ you think to yourself.

After a quick stop back at the dorms & changing into better clothes for the occasion (yes you have some clothes at their dorm saved for things like this) You along with just the guys & some security come with you. You take one last look in the mirror by the front door & make sure you look okay, your figure is complimented beautifully by the dress you are wearing, curves looking flattering in all the right places.

“Oh look y/n we are matching! wearing the same colour”

You turn around & smile as you see hyunjin, wearing a satin dress shirt matching the colour of your dress, you open your mouth to say something as you see seungmin walk towards the door along with Leeknow which sparks an idea, flirt with hyunjin, afterall you’re not blind you know he’s attractive & secondly, it lights something inside you knowing seungmin will get jealous, but can’t say or do anything about it.

“aw yeah we are jinnie, you look good as always” You shoot him a smile before hearing chan say ‘let’s go’ & you walk ahead, making sure to sway your hips slightly knowing not only seungmin but also hyunjin was no doubt also looking.

You all get to the club not too long after & all make your way to the booth as the security sits not too far away, it’s just you, Changbin & Felix’ girlfriend & then you along with the members themselves, you’re sat next to Han & you made sure you sat next to seungmin too, just to see if he would react. Chan orders some expensive tequila to the table & you all start chatting amongst yourselves, you feel your eyes being pulled back to hyunjin every few minutes though, listening intensely to everything he would say, watching the way his lips moved. Seungmin hit you slightly on your leg when he notices you pretty much eye-fucking him from the other end of the table, you shoot a glance to seungmin & pretty much see fire in his eyes, you give him a cheeky smile then turn away again to continue your conversations.

Around an hour later Half of the members had gotten up & spread across the club, either dancing or at the bar getting drinks, you have no idea. You were sat with Changbins girlfriend when he comes over & sweet talks her away, probably to go fuck in the dirty bathroom. you roll your eyes as they leave & finish your drink before you crawl out of the end of the booth up to the bar to get another one.

You order your drink while putting your body weight into the bar as you lean against it, swaying your head to the music playing when you feel someone tapping your arm as they stand next to you, you look to your side & see it’s seungmin, who doesn’t look the most impressed person on earth

“what the fuck do you think you’re playing at y/n hm?

“what are you even talking about min-seungmin, you’ve been all weird since this morning what’s bothering you hmmm?”

you ask him with slightly hooded eyes, feeling tipsy, giving you a bit more confidence than usual, meaning you feel more comfortable teasing seungmin

“you. you’re bothering me. eyefucking my friend as you’re sat right next to me, complimenting him too, what the fuck are you playing at?”

He asks you, eyebrows raised before leaning in & speaking at a normal noise level, just loud enough for only you to hear over the loud music.

“Do you forget who you belong to baby hm? does your brain actually melt that much every time my dick is inside you you can’t remember who is fucking you hm? is that why you’re getting me & hyunjin confused?”

you blush at his words & your stomach & you know it’s not because of the alchohol. You go to open your mouth before Jeongin comes up to you both & after a few minutes of talking, Seungmin & Jeongin leave to go do something you didn’t even listen to.

You take a deep breath, flustered at what seungmin said to you, you finally receive your drink, you grab the straw when you feel yet another person tapping your arm. You sway yourself around to see hyunjin this time.

“since when were you n seungmin friends hm?” he asks you, smirking down at you slightly, eyebrow piercing shining from all the lights.

“ah, he was just asking for eh, drink recommendations, he didn’t like the sound of what i recommended though” You joke with him, he buys your story.

“ahh, well what drink do you have hm? that looks good” He nods towards your drink

“ahh, it’s a strawberry daiquiri, you never had one? you’re missing out”

“hmm i don’t think so, but i don’t want to order one & not like it you know? could i have a sip pleeeaaaaseee”

He gives you a smile full of teeth & you wanna see where this goes, his smile is so compelling afterall, it’s thee hwang hyunjin

“you’re a millionaire, im sure you can afford it jinnie but hmm,i’m feeling nice today & since you won that award you can have a SIP.” You offer your drink to him & he takes a sip from the thick paper straw the bartender gave you. He lets out a hum of approval before using the straw to scoop out the half strawberry that’s also in your drink & putting it in-between his fingers.

“hey no! i wanted that, don’t eat it hyunjin!”

You try to snatch your drink along with the strawberry out his hand but he simply moves it away from you, his arms being longer than yours.

“I want it too thoughhhh, why not we just share hm? here, i’ll put some of the strawberry in my mouth & then you pit the other part in your mouth hm? we can take a bite each”

You scan your eyes around the room & see seungmin, Jeongin & also Leeknow were back at the booths, taking shots but seungmin kept glancing at you, you smile at hyunjin again, now knowing he is watching you.

“sounds fun, so fineee, i want the top half though!” Hyunjin laughs as he flips it around so he has the bottom half & leans forward & down, so you can lean in & get the other half. You both suck the flavouring out of the strawberry & you decide to take it a step further by biting the strawberry, making you lean in that bit closer & kissing the side of hyunjins lips.

You lean back & giggle at his slightly flushed expression & he laughs a bit too after a moment

“didn’t know you were such a flirt y/n, wouldn’t think you were the type”

“i guess i’m just full of surprises then hmm”

you playfully hum, playing with your hair & looking into his eyes.

“Why not, i quickly go to the bathroom & then we can go dance hm?”

“that would be wonderful jinnie, don’t keep me waiting”

Hyunjin gives you a wink before walking through the crowd of people, out of sight.

You smile to yourself & start drinking your drink again when no longer than 30 seconds later, you’re being dragged by the arm. You don’t even need to properly look at the face to know who it is, the familiar sized & shaped rings along with those fingers, you can tell from a mile away. You are practically running by how fast seungmin is walking past the crowds of people. Once you end up outside the club you finally yank your arm away.

“seungmin what the fuck are you doing? that’s one way to cause a damn scene?! do you just simply forget who you are? people could be watching!”

“i don’t give a fuck! & no MY question is do you forget who you are? kissing hyunjin? are you fucking serious?”

“it was a kiss on the side of the damn lips seungmin, we simply shared a strawberry from my daiquiri, speaking of which, you want a sip hm? maybe not from the straw though, hyunjins germs are on that”

You wiggle your eyebrows playfully before holding your drink out & shaking it around slightly.Seungmins jaw clenches & he knocks the class out of your hand, it smashing on the sidewalk beside you.

“what the fu-“

“shut the hell up, wait right here y/n i’m warning you” Before you can even ask him a question he is hastily walking away from you back into the club, anger pretty much physically radiating off him. You scoff & start kicking some random rocks you find on the ground, saddened by your delicious drink that’s now all over the floor.

A minute later seungmin comes back out with a set of car keys, given to him by one of the security guards who was watching over the other members, how he got himself out of having one of the guards wanting to follow him is beyond you. He walks straight past you across the parking lot to one of the tinted windowed cars & unlocks it, expecting you to follow, & follow you do.

Once you both get over to the car he swings open the back door & turns around to look at you, his eyes scan you up & down in your dress.

“get in.” You don’t think twice before practically leaping into the back seat & scooting over so your back is against the other side door, Seungmin crawls in after you & shuts the door before locking it, away from peeping eyes.

As soon as the lock clicks, he is on you like a house on fire. You both start roughly making out, teeth clashing together & tongues fighting for dominance. He starts biting & pulling your bottom lips as he is practically ripping off the top of your dress, exposing your lack of bra.

“No bra? seriously? you were seriously *begging* to be fucked hm? who were you hoping to fuck you huh? me? or hyunjin??”

You look at him dazed, trying to appreciate how good he looks when he is angry but you snap out of it as he slaps your tit making you jump.

“was just uncomfortable to wear, you have never complained before” You say to him, lips reddened by the intense kissing, breathing through your teeth due to lack of breath. Seungmin smirks before putting his hand across your neck & squeezing slightly before you can even blink & leans into your ear & says:

“you wanna tease hm? you know how that works out for you, y/n how drunk are you hm?” He bites your earlobe before moving back slightly to properly look at you, his hand slightly loosening from your neck

“like 3 shots & 2 drinks, i’m not drunk just buzzed, swear.”

“So you just acted like such a whore for no reason hm? trying to get under my skin? or were you trying to get under hyunjins skin physically hm? gonna sleep with him like a slut? at that point you should just fuck all the other members, you’d like that wouldn’t you? it’s disgusting & sad really… so desperate… maybe i’ll just leave right now since i clearly cant satisfy you hmm?” He asks in a condescending tone & you instantly feel your panties get wet at his words.

“minnie please.. i didn’t mean it, only want you, was just a bit of fun, please baby i’m sorry” You put your hand over the one he is holding around your neck & caress it, breathing out your mouth due to the slight lack of air.

“Don’t call me baby you don’t deserve it, if you’re so sorry why not show me hm?show me how much of a desperate whore you are for my attention. take your panties off & straddle me.”

Seungmin lets go of your neck & moves away from you & fully sits on the seat as you scurry to get rid of your wet panties & straddle him. He picks them up off the seat you threw them on & hooks his finger in your mouth to pull it open enough for him to put the soiled panties in your mouth, you whine.

“Now, ride my thigh until you cum. if you can finish yourself off i’ll maybe put my cock in your hole hm? how does that sound?”

He slaps you on the cheek when you don’t reply instantly & pinches your nipples tightly as you nod your head, agreeing before starting a quick & ragged rhythm.

You reach out to hold his chest as you grind on his thigh but he stops you & pulls them away & holds both your wrists together with one of his hands.

“Don’t even think about touching me, you don’t deserve it, god knows where your hands have been.” He says, words full of venom. You feel your eyes tearing up from lack of pleasure but also his words, you love it so badly.

You start to feel your high approaching after another 7/8 minutes of grinding against him, your face stained with tears at this point. Seungmin knows you like the back of your hand & right as you start to bubble over, he uses his strength to lift your hips off his thigh, ruining your orgasmn. you begin squirming & whining, heartbroken over the orgasm that slipped through your fingers. He tosses you so you’re lying across the seats on your back as he spreads your legs & slotting himself between them.

He pulls his dick out, looking hard enough to smash a window & Jerks it a few times before slapping it over your dripping heat.

“Beg me, tell me *why* you deserve it.”

You pull the panties that are still stuffed in your mouth & toss them aside.

“Minnie please.. i want it so badly, only your cock fills me up right, i need it so badly minnie please”

He rolls his eyes at your words but slots just the tip at your entrance & pushes ONLY the tip in. you let out a tiny whine as he leans over so his face is level with yours.

“open your mouth.” You do as he says no question asked & he spits into your mouth before slapping your tits again then sitting back up. Without warning he buries himself to the hilt & you both let out a moan in unison.

He takes mercy on you & gives you a quick minute to be stretched enough to be comfortable before pulling out again & manhandling you over so you’re now on your hands & knees.

“As much as i hate to say it, i don’t blame hyunjin for fiending over you, your ass is to die for. too bad it’s just for me, isn’t it hunny?”

He smacks your ass before pressing into you again without warning. He starts a relentless pace instantly & your brain practically melts.

“Mi-nnie p-pulease slow down, too-too much..”

You move your hand to push against his pelvis to try stop the hard pounding you’re being given but he just simply grabs your wrist & presses it into your lower back.

“that’s not my name, dumb baby already lost her mind?don’t tell me what’s too much, you know the safe word if you need it. i know your body better than you, better than anyone. you can take it, you will take it. tell me, could hyunjin fuck you like this hm?”

Your eyes are rolling to the back of your head & his words leave your brain the second they enter it, Seungmin doesn’t like this though & grabs your hair into a makeshift ponytail & pulls you up so you’re against his chest, not slowing his pace at all.

“when i ask a question, i want an answer.”

He reaches down & slaps your clit before starting to suck on your neck

“No..no- fuck daddy no! nob-nobody could ever f-fuck me like this, n-not even hyu-“

Before you can even finish saying his name, he stuffs his index & middle finger in your mouth to shut you up. You are thankful for him holding you up by the hair or else you would just be a puddle on the seat. You squeal around his fingers & clench against seungmins dick as you cum all over him, creaming his cock. He fucks you through it before letting go of you carefully enough so you didn’t hurt yourself as he lays you on the seats face down, ass still in the air as he chases his own release.

“Surprised you didn’t squirt this time baby, i would help you get there since i know how messy you love to be but you don’t deserve it. Don’t want you to mess up these seats either for my band mates who would need to sit on this. Only good girls get to cum isn’t that right princess?” He taps your back to get you to respond but only moans come out as a response, your knuckles turning white from gripping the side of the seat.

His thrusts start to get more uneven as he starts groaning & gripping your hips with more strength that’s definitely going to leave bruises. He leans forward so his chest is pressed against your back & sucks a mark into your shoulder as he cums inside you, you feel it filling you & you let out a moan & shiver.

You both stay like that for a minute, catching your breath back. He then pulls out & helps you sit up before he kisses your cheek & moves your damp hair out of your face. He reaches over to the cup holder & grabs a water bottle that was left by one of the other members or drivers in the car & takes a drink before handing it to you, before getting dressed. You don’t mind the silence, it’s comfortable. you take a moment to draw a smiley face on the now completely fogged up window & you let out a chuckle, seungmin looks over & chuckles too. He helps you find your panties & helps you put your dress back on & kisses your head.

“Sorry for getting all jealous phycho, but if you go near my friends or anyone for that matter again, it won’t be the same, you’re mine y/n.”

You sigh & think about what he said.

“Until we become anything exclusive i’m not a puppet.”

You pull out your phone to try fix your now completely ruined makeup. Seungmin sighs before unlocking the car door & stepping out.

“i’m going back inside, oh & eh, i’ll think about that.” He says, before closing the door & walking back into the club.

#anon ask #stray kids #seungmin #seungmin x reader #skz smut #kpop smut #smut #skz headcanons #skz x reader #skz imagines #bang chan #lee know #changbin #hyunjin #felix #han jisung #jeongin #i.n

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ssivinee · 1 year ago

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I have a request if you're accepting or like idea or thought 🫠 what if like the reader is a member of a kpop group like le sserafim or ive something, and she got casted at swf2 and she's either in team jam republic or team bebe, and the reader is in a relationship with bada lee like that's not a secret, and then bada got jealous of the reader being close with other people or like haechi or redlic something tysm btw i'm fan of your fanfics like gurl you're so good as in !!! 😭🫶🏻

✧Blue Envy✧

BEBE! Bada Lee x Le sserafim! F Reader: You were a Japanese member of the world-renowned kpop group Le sserafim and were allowed to join the latest season of Street Woman Fighter. After finding out your girlfriend would be on the show, you gladly accept the offer, thinking you'd both enjoy it, yet Bada is caught off-guard at your new unwanted friend.

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Note: First anon req🤭. Something light before I knock out for the night lol. As of 9/24 my requests and taglist ARE open. (Check out Sivine’s files for anymore information, pinned post)

Character Vision Board

Being one of the top idols right now made you understandably busy, so people were surprised at the announcement of you joining Street Woman Fighter 2 while preparing for the Asia Tour. You are THE Nakajima Y/n of Lesserafim. Everyone in the kpop scene knew you or knew of you. You were among the few with prior dance training in the industry before becoming an idol.

Specifically being advanced in Contemporary dance.

That's what you were known for. I mean, your group had the most background variety compared to all the 4th gen groups. The fimmies had a ballerina, an opera singer, a J-pop idol, a dance academy student, two ex-izone members, and a modern dancer.

You were also the second oldest of the team, holding a motherly reputation in the public eye. Regardless of this persona, everyone knew you had; Bada had met you in your youthful, energetic, and lively state.

The two of you had met through Aespa, being friends with them since you were a trainee at SM Entertainment many years ago. It was a Tuesday in March, and you had decided to visit the girls preparing for their next comeback with 'Girls.'

When you come in, Ningning automatically introduces you to their teacher, Bada. The two of you quickly hit it off, bonding over dancing and your experiences, which led to you two dating 5 months later.

This was revealed to the public a month after being official, but you were okay with it. It made you and Bada happy, not needing to hide that the two were very much together and so in love.

So why the hell was this happening right in front of her face?

It all started when you came in with your girls from Jam Republic. You were called for a meeting 2 months before the show and were told that Jam Rebuplic Agency was allowing you to become the 6th woman of their group. There was no way you'd deny that offer, so you met the girls and bonded as a crew.

During filming, it was time for every group to enter the fight zone, Jam Republic being the last to enter. When entering, Ling's arms stuck onto your waist as the two of you had become insanely closer the past few weeks.

Bada stares at you with stars in her eyes. She told you how gorgeous you were every day, no matter how you looked in the moment, but seeing you in this baby pink outfit had her soul crying out to you.

Your participation in the show caused chaos for other groups. You were a celebrity, an idol, a model, a dancer, a singer, and everything in between. Nakajima Y/n was the talk of the town, and you didn't mind it one bit. Not even sparing a glance at other teams.

Bada didn't mind either. I mean, she loved the attention her girlfriend got. It was an ego booster for her since she got you first and knew no one could take you away. She was just lucky to have you, emotionally and physically.

As people discussed your presence and life story, this brought up your relationship with Bada. Would the course of the show be affected by this? How would people feel about a couple being on two different teams? Was Y/n or Bada happy about the situation?

Those were questions that cycled through everyone's head yet were left unanswered.

After introducing everyone and changing clothes, you had already participated in two no-respect battles, enjoying every moment you could when grooving your body. Bada watched every move and reaction, wanting to hold you when your eyes went wide or kiss you when you pouted.

You would cling to Audrey, who hugs you back, leaning into your body. Ling would squish your face every time your reactions were over the top. Your own leader would pat your waist or butt for motivation, while Latrice and Emma always found ways to make you laugh. Your significant other smiles at your friendship with the girls, adorning the happiness that spreads across your face.

Seems like she wasn't the only one admiring, though.

After a few more battles, it was Wolf'Lo Haechi Wang's turn. She looks around teasingly but walks before Jam Republic and asks you to step out. You bow at the woman, trying to come down from your seat, but before you can come down yourself, Haechi gives you a hand, guiding you to the dance floor. You allowed her, yet hold confusion on your face.

Have you ever seen a contestant on any other season helping a competitor this way? Nope. That's precisely what Bada thought.

Bada's brows furrow at Haechi's motion. This was a competition, so why was she being way too nice to you? She understood that you were pretty and people would flirt with you, mostly when they thought you were single, but this angered her. Haechi must've been aware of your relationship, especially after everyone talked about it, AND this was going on live television. Did Haechi just wanna fight Bada at this point? Because that's how your girlfriend begins to interpret it.

As you were the challenger, Heachi goes first. Showing off the years of experience Wolf'Lo had in freestyle, she represented them well. The swaggy, hip-hop, energetic vibe set the tone for the battle.

Haechi got exceptionally touchy with you as she moved around, tugging on your shirt, signaling your thighs when the song talked about desirable legs, body rolling very close to your body. You laughed at many of the girl's tricks, believing it was just to give everyone a good show.

Once it was your turn, you removed your shoes and began dancing with extreme feeling and emotion. Due to your style of dance, the performance turned suggestive really fast. Contemporary had a lot of eye contact, floor work, body rolls, and storytelling, so Haechi thoroughly enjoyed the show.

Bada didn't even pay attention to the taller dancers' reaction. Her lover was dancing, and that's all she could focus on. Everything was going fine until the judges showed you winning for your team by 2:1.

Heachi congratulated you, but due to your height differences, her arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you in as you leaned more on the tips of your toes. She then whispers something in your ear, and your ear grows red. This doesn't go unnoticed by your girlfriend, who currently had her knuckles growing red due to the tight fist she was making at the sight of you two.

That's what Bada's predicament was right now.

Jam Republic and Wolf'Lo sat beside each other, so many interactions arose. Heachi figured out how nice it was to talk to you. Your voice was soft and mellow, and you made jokes, portraying your personality more. Haechi grew fond of you quickly, having many side conversations during every no-respect battle.

Bada could only watch from the sidelines, almost wanting to rip Haechi's head off.

She wasn't one to ever be jealous, especially since the two of you had fans calling you one of the greatest couples. Yet she gets annoyed and frustrated thinking of how Heachi is similar to her.

Both were tall, had a sense of humor, and attracted women more than intended... it was off-putting for Bada.

So, during the break, Bada uses the bathroom but returns to the most unpleasant sight. You and Haechi were speaking to each other, Haechi leaning on the wall, towering over your body. Your innocent giggles can be heard from afar, and Bada is strangling her water bottle.

While talking, the taller girl begins playing with your hair, tucking it behind your ear and this set off Bada into a frenzy. She grabs your wrists and drags you into the bathroom.

"Bada, what the hell?" You say, a little louder than intended, due to the pain in your wrist from the pull. "Can you not?"

You stood there confused, "Not what?"

"Talk to that fucker, Haechi?"

The confusion turns into a playful grin with a raised brow. This was a new look on your girlfriend, which definitely amused you. "Is my baby jealous?" You tease the woman as your arms pull her in by the waist.

Bada sulks at your question, and you giggle, eyes never leaving hers.

"There's nothing to be jealous of? You're mine, and I'm yours, remember?" You peck her cheek and give her a secure hug. You hear her sigh, and you pull away to caress her face.

Bada closes her eyes at your touch, feeling relieved and calmer than a few minutes ago.

"How about you and I watch a movie after all this?" You ask, lightly sweeping her bangs to see her eyes clearly. "With cuddles and kisses?" Bada's eyes glimmer as she questions you, causing you to chuckle and nod at how cute she can be.

"Of course, you'll have your kisses and cuddles."

#bada lee #bada lee x reader #street woman fighter x reader #street woman fighter 2 #swf2 #swf2 x reader #bada lee x fem reader #bebe #gxg #wlw #jam republic #ssivinee

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charlieg1rl · 2 months ago

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saw your requests open so i’ll share you my idea, you can take it how ever you like, fluff or smut, that’s on you. okay so seungmin is an idol here but also is his gf, his gf is also kpop famous, she is part of twice or newjeans something like taht and she’s chosen to be mc at an event with another male kpop idol and seungmin gets jealous and mad the fans notice or idk and they sort things out. sorry i ramble a lot, i hope you understand what i am trying to say, feel free to ignore.

𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐲

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐤𝐢𝐦 𝐬𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐦𝐢𝐧 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐚

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲 𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐂𝐄’𝐬 𝐘/𝐍 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐨-𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐍𝐂𝐓’𝐬 𝐉𝐚𝐞𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐧 𝐚𝐭 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐣𝐨𝐫 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭.

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐤𝐢𝐦 𝐬𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐦𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟎.𝟖𝐤

Seungmin had been looking forward to watching his girlfriend, and member of TWICE, Y/N, host the prestigious M Countdown special alongside NCT’s Jaehyun. He knew she had been excited about the opportunity, but as soon as he saw the lineup for the event and realized Jaehyun would be her co-host, his stomach twisted.

The night of the event, Seungmin sat with his fellow Stray Kids members backstage, getting ready for their own performance. But his mind wasn’t fully on their set. Instead, he was glued to the monitor, watching Y/N and Jaehyun host the show together. The two of them had undeniable chemistry—something the showrunners had likely banked on.

Hyunjin was the first to notice Seungmin’s growing tension. “You alright, Seungmin?”

“Yeah,” Seungmin muttered, his eyes still on the screen. Y/N was laughing at something Jaehyun had said, the two of them standing closer than he would’ve liked.

“Doesn’t look like you’re alright,” Hyunjin said, glancing at the screen before looking back at Seungmin. “You know it’s just work, right?”

Seungmin’s jaw tightened. “I know. But the way they’re acting…”

“They’re supposed to have chemistry. It’s for the show,” Hyunjin reminded him.

Seungmin didn’t respond, his focus locked on the way Jaehyun casually placed his hand on Y/N’s shoulder as they introduced the next performance. It felt like a punch to the gut. He couldn’t shake the jealousy bubbling up inside of him, no matter how much he tried to rationalize it.

Back at the dorms, Seungmin sat on the couch, scrolling through social media. The fans were already talking about Y/N and Jaehyun’s chemistry, some even going as far as to ship them together. It made his blood boil.

Just then, his phone buzzed with a message from Y/N.

my butterfly 🦋: Hey, just finished! How did I do?

Seungmin hesitated, debating whether or not to bring up how he was feeling.

minnie 💞: You were great, but…

minnie 💞: we need to talk.

A few minutes later, there was a knock at the door. Y/N had arrived straight from the event, still in her glamorous stage outfit. She stepped inside, a bright smile on her face. But as soon as she saw Seungmin’s expression, her smile faded.

“Hey… what’s wrong?” she asked, walking over to him.

Seungmin stood up, running a hand through his hair. “It’s Jaehyun.”

Y/N blinked, confused. “Jaehyun? What about him?”

“The way you two were acting tonight,” Seungmin said, his voice tinged with frustration. “It looked like you were flirting with him the whole time.”

Y/N sighed, stepping closer to him. “Seungmin, it’s M Countdown. The producers want us to be engaging and playful with each other. That’s literally our job as MCs.”

“I get that,” Seungmin muttered, looking away, “but the way he was touching you, standing so close…”

“It was all scripted,” Y/N explained gently, reaching out to touch his arm. “I didn’t even think twice about it.”

Seungmin’s shoulders tensed. “Well, I did. And the fans noticed too. They’re already shipping you two together.”

Y/N’s expression softened as she realized just how much this was bothering him. “Seungmin, I can’t control what the fans say, but you know that’s not real, right? You and I are real.”

He finally met her gaze, his expression conflicted. “I know that. It’s just… seeing you with someone else like that, even if it’s just for the cameras, it messes with my head.”

Y/N smiled softly, stepping closer and cupping his face with both hands. “Hey, listen to me. I love you. Jaehyun is just a colleague, and whatever happened on that stage stays there. It doesn’t mean anything.”

Seungmin let out a deep breath, finally allowing himself to relax as he rested his forehead against hers. “I’m sorry. I know I’m being irrational, but I couldn’t help it.”

“It’s okay to feel that way,” Y/N said, stroking his cheek. “But you don’t have to worry about me and Jaehyun or anyone else. You’re the only one I want.”

Seungmin wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close. “I trust you. I just… didn’t like seeing it.”

She chuckled softly. “Next time, I’ll make sure to keep my distance.”

He smirked, some of his usual lightheartedness returning. “Good. Or maybe you could request me as your co-host.”

“Now that would definitely make things interesting,” Y/N teased, leaning up to kiss his cheek.

As they stood there, the tension between them dissolved, replaced by a quiet understanding. Seungmin knew they were solid, no matter what the fans or the cameras showed. And with Y/N’s arms around him, everything else seemed to fade away.

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

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Hello, I saw your requests are open.... if you feel like it and like the idea I'd like to see Japanese kpop idol reader x yuki where reader had been an idol for like 7 years and she's very private like when someone asks about her TMI she's just like i bought this shirt on sale 😐 so when she was asked in an interview if she watches any sports or stuff her members sort of out her for being an f1 fan and then her group gets invited to a race where her and yuki get spotted standing a bit too close (nothing couple worthy but they did look suspicious)... ensure f1 and her fans on twitter being in flames where a lot of her fans are like, lol no I refuse to believe we might lose our queen to a guy that goes vroom vroom but it just gets quite after that so no one thinks about it until a picture of them kissing gets out and people are like I waited three and a half years, Asian man did it in one week only for her company to announce that they had known each other since childhood and they are childhood sweethearts with a 10 year history and like the whole f1 grid being like yuki! You had a girlfriend this entire time

So sorry if this is too specific, if you don't like it you can just skip the request 🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️

°˖ ⊹ ꒰ YT22 ꒱ REAL OR NO? ─ YUKI TSUNODA

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YUKI TSUNODA x f!japanese!kpop idol!reader

⌗︙・ summary — you’ve known yuki tsunoda all your life, but the world doesn’t know that. so when your relationship is accidentally called into the spotlight, fans understandably freak out – after all, who thought that these two worlds would collide?

genre — social media au, fc: sakura from le sserafim

notes — thank you anon for the request!!! it was so cute i spent the whole day absolutely going ham on this fic, which is why it's... so.... so long.... i also changed some details but they're very very minor. hope i did your request justice, and enjoy!

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yukitsunoda0511 幸運をもたらしてくれてありがとう (Thank you for bringing me good luck)！

yourusername どういたしまして (You’re welcome)！おめでとう (Congratulations)！

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hannitokki begging on my knees for just one chance

landonorris Seeing you in the paddock today made me fearless 😉

yourusername too bad that didn't help you go faster ... dearhyunjin LMFAOOOO SHE HUMBLED HIM REAL QUICK

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f1wagupdates Submitted by anon 🙈 SPOTTED! After the Yuki Tsunoda and an unknown woman (could it be the same girl from Suzuka?) seen entering the driver’s hotel lift together. The pair were clad in matching outfits. According to anon, the woman had a mask over her face and “looked like she didn’t want to be recognised”. 🤔 Who could this mystery woman be?

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miradrivescars THEYRE IN MATCHING OUTFITS 😭😭😭

ynsserafim someone find where y/n is QUICK

isaluvsyn they just finished their world tour right?? i think their last stop was in dubai channieslix that was like 3 weeks ago babe im sure y/n is looooong gone and back in korea by now LOL

bitemelando it’s the same hat as the one in the suzuka picture so it’s probably the same girl

verstrappon yall gotta chill it’s just a regular schmegular black cap damn 🤣

minimumverstappen kpop twt is gonna have a field day with this one lol

...to be continued !

#yuki tsunoda x reader #yuki tsunoda imagine #f1 x reader #f1 social media au #f1 instagram au #yuki tsunoda insta au #formula 1 #formula 1 imagine #f1 #˖⁺‧₊˚ 📂 ── my writing #꒰ ⁺‧₊˚ [🏁] formula 1 #📬 … you’ve got mail!

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starlostastronaut · 1 year ago

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DAY 02 | AS LUCKY AS US

PAIRING: lee felix x reader

GENRE: fluff, just pure fluff

WC: 0.80k

CW: none

PROMPT: matching bracelets

did i just describe making a bracelet in 800 words? yes, yes i did. honestly no real plot here, just a cute scene. hope you enjoy <3

title from where the lines overlap - paramore

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"Can you pass me the box with the white beads?" Felix asked as soon as he heard you walk into the room. He didn’t even bother to raise his head; he was too immersed in the project he was working on. The Australian was currently sitting in the middle of your living room, leaning back into the sofa for some support. You tried to convince him to sit somewhere more comfortable (anywhere besides the floor, really), but it was to no avail. Felix claimed things were more organized and easier for him to reach if he sat on the ground. And by things, he meant the mess of boxes and beads he managed to create in your living room during the hour and a half he was there.

In hindsight, you should have probably expected this, knowing Felix for years now. But then again, who would expect a worldwide-famous kpop idol to become so intrigued by the plastic beads you once bought for when your little niece was over? So there you were, watching Felix make what was his fifth bracelet and trying to figure out the colour scheme so it wouldn't collide with his comeback stage outfits. He had decided to make matching couple bracelets to wear at all times. The only problem was his current comeback period, which meant he had to be careful with choosing his jewelry if he wanted to convince the stylists to let him keep it for the stage. Fortunately for Felix, he managed to bribe one of the stylists to tell him the planned colour schemes for the next few stages.

As you picked up the box he wanted and passed it to him, you couldn’t help but smile. There was something so endearing about the way his eyes sparkled with excitement upon being handed the white beads. It was something so simple, but seeing Felix happy was all the reason needed for you to be happy as well.

“Move over.” You gently nudged his shoulder, and Felix detached himself from the sofa to make room for you. The second you made yourself comfortable, he was leaning back again, this time into your chest. Your arms automatically circled his waist and pulled him even closer, keeping a firm but gentle grip on him. Your chin found its resting place on Felix’s shoulder, and for a while, you just watched him work in silence.

When Felix had almost finished the bracelet, he held it up to look at the colours. “No… This isn't working. Something is wrong…” he mumbled to himself as he inspected the arrangement of beads. Even though you couldn't see his face from your position, you knew he had his “thinking face” on - lips pursed together and eyes focused only on the problem at hand.

“Maybe try the dark blue instead of the light?” you suggested. The light blue was softer and more blended in with the white, thus making it harder to spot on stage. However, pairing a light and a dark colour has always worked out well, and personally, you liked the contrast that such combinations created.

Felix hummed, thinking about your idea. He began taking apart the bracelet until there was a single white bead left on the string. Then he made you hand him another box so he could start putting together a new bracelet. You noticed the pattern he was creating was different; he used more white beads than on the last design. You guessed it was because the bracelet needed to be as unnoticable as possible in order to not get taken away by stylists.

For a while, you stayed in silence, accompanied only by Felix's quiet rendition of some Sam Smith song. You laid your head on his shoulder, simply enjoying being close to him like this. Not that you didn't get enough physical contact; in fact, both you and your boyfriend were more than willing to hug everything that breathed. It was usually Felix cuddling you, though, not the other way around. It felt nice to hold him in your arms for a change. It was like a reminder that this personification of sunshine and happiness was yours, and that made you feel all warm and content.

When Felix finished his bracelet, he excitedly showed you. “You were right, it looks much better." He smiled and turned his head to give you a quick thank-you kiss. He immediately began working on the second bracelet, slightly changing the pattern so it fits better with your style, but only so much to be clear that the bracelets are matching.

A few days later, you scrolled through your social media, seeing hundreds of STAYs making theories about Felix’s new accessory. With a certain sense of pride, your eyes fell to your wrist, where was a bracelet designed to match Felix’s.

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Special - Wonyoung/Minju

Written: My Ghost Writer Partner. Possible Trigger Warning: Cheating, gaslighting.

What are you doing here?

With just a quick glance, you can recognize a handful of people in this party venue. How could you not, when they are all extremely popular fashion models, kpop idols, and CEOs in their own right?

You don’t belong here.

You feel uncomfortable wearing this suit that would cost you an arm and a leg. You feel weird sipping on this wine that you see everyone drink so nonchalantly. You feel out of place even existing in the same atmosphere as them. It’s not your usual outfit, your usual vibe, your usual hang out place.

You are not special.

You are normal, just like a grain of sand among the millions of grains on the beach, that’s you. You are no one, you are nobody, you are nothing. Nothing at all.

And yet here you still stand, with people occasionally giving you a side eye glance that makes your skin shudder.

Why?

Because of her.

Jang Wonyoung.

Idol, model, fashion icon, variety queen. The center of attention of the entertainment industry as the new ‘role model’. She’s perfect in everything. Her looks? Flawless, her pair of slender, long legs is the focal point of people’s attention whenever she appears. Her personality? As gentle as a lamb, she wouldn’t hurt anyone, and would feel extremely guilty for accidentally doing so.

That’s why you’re so in love with her.

She is literally a goddess reincarnated. Though you’re a bit sadden that you haven’t seen her since you two arrived at the party. She was whisked away by her group of friends, and you’ve been left alone, standing at this corner for 2 hours now.

Then again, you can’t really blame her. Her schedule has been very tight, to the point that the both of you can barely see each other. What kind of boyfriend are you if you can let your girlfriend have fun with her friends once in a while?

While you are mulling over your thoughts, you fail to notice a certain someone standing next to you, her eyes staring over your thinking face as she waits patiently for you to snap out of your thinking.

Luckily for her, it doesn’t take you long to recognize her present, as you turn your head to her.

“Hey Minmin.” You smile softly at your friend.

“Didn’t expect to see you here, oppa.” Kim Minju, another friend of yours, flashes her gummy smile at you. “Yeah, well, Wonyoung insisted that I come, so here I am.” You shrug your shoulders, unaware that Minju’s smile falters a bit at the mention of your girlfriend.

“Then where is she? Why are you standing here alone?” Looking around, Wonyoung is still nowhere to be seen.

“I have no idea. Last I saw, she was pulled away by her friends.” Minju pouts “What friends? Eunbi unnie and the others have not seen her tonight as well.”

“You do know that she has other friends besides you guys, right?” You can’t help but chuckle as you pat Minju on her head, a habit that you have ever since your days as an I*ZONE’s manager, trying to sooth her jealousy over Wonyoung having other friends besides them.

“Oops, my bad, old habits die hard.” You immediately retract your hand upon remembering that you are no longer her manager, as I*ZONE disbanded 2 years ago, and you don’t want to have any misunderstandings between them, especially when you're with Wonyoung.

“It’s ok oppa, I don’t really mind- Ah!” Minju seems to be enjoying your pat before her eyes dart to behind you and widens in surprise. In response, you turn around to see Wonyoung, standing behind both of you with her arms crossed.

“Minju unnie.” She gives a small smile and a nod to Minju, completely ignoring you in the process, not even giving you a glance. Your joyous mood upon seeing Wonyoung seem to be dispelled almost instantly at that, you are knowing that you did something to upset her again.

“Wonyoung, oppa’s been waiting you this whole time, where have you been?” Minju seems unsatisfied with Wonyoung’s action. “He knows that I was with my friends.” She flashes her iconic smile at him, making his heart flutter, blinding him from other details that have caught Minju’s eyes.

Wonyoung’s hair is slightly disheveled, with a few strands sticking to her forehead due to the sweat that looks like it was hastily wiped off. Her dress has a few barely noticeable crinkles and creases at certain… Parts.

It doesn’t take a genius to roughly guess what she’s been up to. Minju can’t help but glance at you, being starstruck and smitten beyond relief for Wonyoung. Unfortunately, or is it fortunately?

You don’t notice all of that. You don’t notice anything weird about Wonyoung. Your Wonyoung can do no wrong, she is perfect, she is an angel, no, a goddess reincarnated. And you are nothing without her.

“I know Wonnie, I’m fine, you don’t have to worry about me.” You smile softly, relishing in the attention that Wonyoung has graced you once again, and you would do anything, anything, to not her on her bad side again.

“I know oppa.” She leans into you on her tip toe, giving you a peck on the cheek, which seems to melt you down even more. Though to Minju, you look like a dog wagging its tail upon getting a treat from its owner. Minju curses herself for seeing you like that, but she can’t help it.

“Come on unnie, I haven’t met the others for a while now.” Wonyoung then turns to Minju, grabbing her hand and pulls her away to meet ex-I*ZONE members, despite her ignoring them for a good half of the night. Minju still can’t help but look back at you, who’s waving at the both of you with a smiling face, seemingly content with just seeing Wonyoung.

Her heart pains at the sight of you, standing there alone and with no one to talk to. But what could she do? She lost her chance a long time ago.

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Things went back to normal after the party.

Though, a part of you is relieved that you don’t have to attend another party with a bunch of ridiculously rich people, you are still saddened by the fact that everything turning back to normal means that you don’t get to meet Wonyoung as frequently.

Moving in with her shortly after Izone’s disbandment, you quickly found out that she’s going to re-debut with a new group, IVE.

Though you wanted to join her as a manager, with you having experience in managing I*ZONE back then. That was how you got to know her after all. Although, she still refused the notion, hoping that you would stay at home and keep ‘your home’ warm and clean for her.

It didn’t take Wonyoung much to persuade you, and while you were a bit saddened at the fact that you must leave your career behind, being a ‘house husband’ for the love of your life didn’t sound like a bad deal at all. After all, you’re head over heels for her.

And so, you basically became a stay at home ‘husband’ for Wonyoung, doing chores, cooking, cleaning, anything you can do inside the house, you will do it.

Everything for your dear Wonyoung.

Though, you realized that living with her isn’t always sunshine and rainbow. Due to how famous she was already, and the nature of the re-debut, she starts to become even more busy, with her sometimes coming home late, after you’ve fallen asleep, or even not coming home at all.

But you don’t mind. Your manager’s experience has already told you that being busy with little to no time to rest is a staple when it comes to the idol life. That is why you resolve to do more for Wonyoung. She was the first one ever to show him kindness, to accept him for the worthless being that he is. After all, your parents wouldn’t have left you if you weren’t so worthless.

However, Wonyoung still accepted you. Without her, you are worthless and insignificant, so you resolve to do everything right for Wonyoung. So, what if you can’t see her on a regular basis? She is doing everything for you, so you must repay her kindness.

The sound of the door opening interrupts your inner thought, glancing at the clock shows that it’s just past 8 PM, no one should be home besides you right now. Unless….

With your hope at an all-time high, you spring to the front door, only to be met with Wonyoung staring back at you, mid motion of taking of her shoes.

“Wonnie!” you exclaim, standing frozen in the corridor.

“You sound surprised, oppa.” She chuckles at your freeze-frame, finishes taking off her shoes.

“Didn’t you say that you’re working overtime today?” You snap out of your freeze-frame, and quickly approach to help take her jacket and bag off.

“I wanted to surprise you.~” She says teasingly, pecking your cheek, causing a huge blush to form on your face.

Wonyoung can’t help but giggle at your blushing face. “Aigo oppa, you’re so cute~” while poking your cheek.

“A-anyways, are you hungry? I can whip up something for you.” Putting down her stuff, you head over to the kitchen, before being stopped by her arms around your waist. “Can I eat you instead? ~” Her sultry tone catches you by surprise, and before you know it, she pulls you into your shared bedroom, and it doesn’t take long for moans and groans to fill the entire apartment.

A few hours later….

Both of you are lying exhausted on the bed, a mess of sweats and other fluids mingled with each other’s, as you lie on top her, your face buried between her bosoms, and her gently playing and making a mess out of your hair, like your hair isn’t already a mess with how intense their activities was just now.

“Oppa…” “Hmm?”

“You’re mine, right?” You look up at her with a confused expression. “Of course, why are you asking that?”

Wonyoung’s eyes flutter before casting downwards in a sadden expression. “You patted Minju’s head at the party….” Before her eyes gaze up at him, her big doe eyes staring at him pitifully. “I thought you only do it to me…”

“It’s not what you think Wonnie-ah!” You frantically sit up. “It was just a habit back in my manager days, I swear I didn’t mean anything else.” Your face gently cups her cheek. “I only have you.”

She leans into your palm, keeping eye contact with you. “Really?”

“Yes.” You nod instantly. “I am nothing without you, Wonnie.”

A smile finally blossoms on her face as she seems satisfied with your answer. “That’s right oppa.” She pulls you into a hug, letting your face rest on her bosoms yet again, her gentle smile turns into a mischievous smirk as she hums into your ears. “You only need me, oppa. You’re nothing without me, so stay with me forever, ok? ~”

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After sharing a passionate night with Wonyoung, she is gone again the next day.

Of course, you don’t mind, not a single bit. You’re very understanding about her career, after all. So, you continue with your day by cleaning the apartment while blasting music out of a speaker. Nothing beats some music to accompany you while you’re working, or in this case, doing chores.

You’re halfway done with your chores when your music is replaced by a ringtone, interrupting the climax of the song you’re jamming to. With a groan, you walk back to where you placed your phone to check who’s calling you.

The screen on your phone says “Minmin”, and all the annoyance you have immediately disappears as you disconnect your phone from the speaker to receive the call.

“Minmin?”

“Hi oppa, I hope I’m not intruding on your work?”

You look around the mostly cleaned apartment.

“No, not really, I’m almost done anyways. What’s up?”

“Oh, uh, do you perhaps... Want hang out today? I have today’s off.”

“Wouldn’t you rather to get some sleep than to hang out with little old me?” You tease.

“You’re not that old oppa, besides, I haven’t met you in a while.”

“We did meet at the recent party though-”

“Are you coming or not?”

“I was just kidding, Minmin.” You let out a snicker. “Same place?”

“Mhmm! See you there oppa!”

With the call disconnected, you take a quick look around the apartment again before deciding that whatever left that you need to do can be done after you meet up Minju. At most they would hang out for an hour or two as she rants about many things in her life.

After a quick change of clothes, you’re now ready to head out. You’re dressed somewhat casually in jeans, a T-shirt and a jacket, but hey, you’re just leaving for a bit, you don’t need fancy clothes.

The ride from your place to the meet up is quite long, since you moved in to Wonyoung’s place, you basically sacrificed all the conveniences your old apartment offers in favor of staying with Wonyoung. But it’s ok, you love her after all.

The first thing that hits you when you enter the café is the familiar scent of coffee and pastry that fills the air of the café.

“Long time no sees.” The barista/owner greets you warmly. “Yeah, sorry I haven’t been here for a while.” You chuckle embarrassedly.

“It’s ok, life goes on, it couldn’t be helped.” The middle age barista laughs. “But I would appreciate it if you visited once in a while, I still consider you as my regular, you know.” “I’ll keep it in mind.” You answer, taking a seat at the stool next to the counter.

“The usual?” “Yes please.”

The place falls into comfortable silence as you watch the barista go about his work. Watching him single handedly handle both the café, and pastries bring back memories for you.

This used to be your usual hangout place. It is a small, yet cozy place that not many people know of. You’ve known the place ever since you moved here. It was a coincidence that you stumbled into this place, but you’ve never regretted it. The pastries are well baked, and the coffee is to die for. You let out a sigh as you lean against the counter, with your arm supporting your chin.

You miss this place. You think to yourself. Why did you stop visiting here again? The answer comes to mind as quickly as the question. Wonyoung.

You know she doesn’t like small places like this. She likes all things fancy, luxurious, someplace where she can lavishly spend her money. That’s why you never showed her to this place, and to an extent, stopped visiting it as well.

While you’re deep in your thoughts, the entrance of the café opens, and you can already hear Minju’s voice before you can turn around to see her face. “Annyeong~”

“Hey Minju, you’re coming here quite regularly, huh.” The barista waves at her with a smile.

“Ahjussi!” She beams a smile at him. “The usual?” the owner asks her. “No, please prepare the one that I told you a while before.” You are somewhat confused with their exchange. “Got it, get yourself comfortable and I’ll bring you the order.”

“Oppa!” her attention is turned to you. “Have you been here long?” She sits down next to you at the counter. “I just got here myself, no worries.”

The two of you fall into idle chatter as you wait for your order. It didn’t hit you till now that it’s been a long time since you get to go out with your friends. Ever since moving in with Wonyoung, you’ve been swarmed with helping her work, and doing chores to the point that you’re disconnected from most, if not all your friends. Speaking with Minju like this, you can’t help but feel like you’ve missed on a lot of things in your life.

A part of your mind seems to be saying ‘What if I wasn’t with Wonyoung?’ You squash that thought as soon as it appears. You love her, and she loves you, and you would sacrifice everything for her. Because you would be worthless without her.

It doesn’t take long for the owner to bring out the order for you. The usual americano with a slice of tiramisu for you, a latte and… A slice of cheesecake for Minju?

“Not the usual order?” You raise your eyebrow. She shakes her head before pushing the cheesecake slice at you. “Have a taste, oppa.” You look at her confusedly, to which she continues to nudge the cheesecake closer to you.

Reluctantly, you use your fork to eat a corner of the slice. “How is it?” She asks, “It’s really good, as expected of the owner, not too sweet, but just the right amount.” She eagerly nods with him. “I know right? It’s to die for.”

Minju then takes a small jar of something that the owner prepared for her, and she pours it on top of the slice. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out she just poured syrup onto the slice.

“Minmin, what are you doing-” Taste it, oppa.” She looks at you with a smile that doesn’t quite reach her eyes. “You just poured syrup on it; I’m not going to eat it. The syrup’s sweetness ruined the perfect balance of the cheesecake.” She, once again, nods at your word. “Exactly, oppa, something is just not meant to be together.” She then looks at you dead in the eye, full of seriousness. “Oppa, you’re not suited for Wonyoung.”

“Minju, even a joke has it limits.” Your voice turns stern as you feel anger boils over you. “I’m not joking oppa.” Even in your anger, you can’t help but soften slightly for her sadden face. “Haven’t you ever noticed how she’s usually never home?” You scoff “That’s normal, her career is taking off, of course she is too busy to come home.”

“Even if she doesn’t come home for an entire week, leaving you alone to miss her?” Her voice trembles as she grasps your hand. “S-she stays at the studio, of course.” You stutter. It’s not like you’ve never thought about it, you just don’t want to acknowledge it.

“Oppa, she dragged you to the party even while knowing you hated parties. You’ve never attended even one of them back when you were our manager….” You feel your temper going off. “I can indulge her all I want, she is my girlfriend, and I love her!” You stand up, glaring daggers into Minju.

You can see her quivering underneath your glare, yet she presses on. “Even when she left you alone at the party the entire time, pretending that you didn’t exist, showing you off like you’re just a trophy to her?”

“She has the right to do that!” You stand up from your seat, your hands ball up into fists in order to restrain yourself from doing anything you might regret. “I am worthless, and I am nothing without her, so she has just done what is best for me!” In your blinded rage, you utter out the thought that have been instilled to you, carved into your mind by Wonyoung, not even noticing the horrified look of the owner as he stares at you wide-eyed.

But what you do notice is the shattered expression on Minju’s face as she hears your words, with tears starting to stream down her face.

“No! no, no, no, no…” she mumbles, her hands reaching for your balled up fist. “Woojin-ah, you’re better than this” You freeze at the mention of your name. How long has it been since someone called him by his name? Ever since he quit his job and moved in with Wonyoung, all you have ever heard are different variations of her nicknames for him, ‘pet names’. Before long, you start to respond more to those ‘pet names’ instead. Like a real pet.

“Woojin-ah, you…you are not worthless.” Minju seems to almost be begging you. “It was you that helped raise us into what we are today.” She clutches her chest with her free hand. “If was with your help and advice that we managed to find new meanings in life after I*ZONE, whether that be continuing the idol life or retiring.” Sobbing seem to be mixed in with her voice.

“You’re our manager, our friend, our advisor, our brother, our friend.” She looks up at you with tearful eyes. “My friend, my childhood friend, my first and only crush.” That last part seems to shock you back into reality, as you find movement in your lips again.

“Minju…”

“I love you, Woojin…” She chokes, trying to confess to you. “I’m sorry I was too coward to confess, and lost you to Wonyoung…”

Dazed, reeling, about to break, you feel the world spinning around you, you having to clutch the counter to steady yourself from the flood of information you just received. Looking at the shocked owner, and the teary-eyed Minju, your first thought is to run away.

And so you do just that, with surprising energy you sprint out of the café, back into your car and drive away to a secluded place, one you know that you won’t be bothered. And then tears start to fall out of your eyes as you begin to process all the information you just got. It doesn’t make sense to you that you cried. What it should have happen is that he would pity his friend, but he would feel nothing else because Wonyoung already has his heart.

If so, why is it that his heart feel like it’s broken into pieces? Why does it hurt so much? You don’t know that answer to that, but you still sobbed like a kid, all the pent-up frustration leaking out of you as you cry yourself to exhaustion, then ended up falling asleep in your car.

-----

Things have never been the same ever since that day.

Despite your best efforts, Minju’s voice and teary face linger in your mind days and nights, haunting you every waking moment, not even in your dreams are you safe from her words.

Minju has stirred up something in him. The logical side in him that he buried with the love he has for Wonyoung. The skeptical, analytic side that helped him in his career and steered the girls away from potential danger. The side that brings out the absolute worst in everything, that analyze every single detail.

You tried not to do it, you really did. But once the seed of doubt was planted, there was nothing stopping it from growing. So, you desperately try to find something, anything, no matter how small, to prove that Wonyoung is still yours and yours only.

But the more you look, the more you fall into despair.

You start to notice that she never allows you to touch the handbag containing the set of hygiene products that is usually reserved for using at her studio, although you have always been the one to arrange everything at home for her. It’s ok, you can ignore it, she may have her valuables in there.

You notice that when she comes home drunk, her clothes are no longer smooth and pretty like how she looks when she leaves. But instead, her clothes have creases in all the suspicious part, some got suspicious stains on it, not to mention some have torn apart slightly at a few places. Wonyoung doesn’t have the strength to do this, maybe someone else did?

And despite your best effort to ignore it, you always smell a faint distinct smell of cologne mixed with her own seats amidst the smell of alcohol on her, as well as a familiar, salty scent.

You dread your own imagination for think of that.

You try to turn your mind away from it, but the evidence is too obvious. It is too obvious. But you don’t want to believe it.

You love her with all your heart, you believe that what she’s doing is the best for you. She said herself that she wanted you to be with her. Hell, she was the one who confessed to you!

You’re on the verge of breaking at this point, just one more step, and you’re falling.

There’s still one last thing you need to confirm.

Sometimes, Wonyoung would come home after you’ve already asleep, and you would wake up with her snuggling in your arms.

This is the final chance to get the evidence you need that she loves you. With this, you can prove Minju wrong, and that Wonyoung really, truly loves you, and you’re just paranoid.

And so, you put your plan to motion.

On the night you know that she will come home very late due to hanging out with her friends, you stay awake, lying in your bed until you hear the bedroom room creak open, that’s when you close your eyes, faking to be in a slumber with your phone inside your pants’ pocket in record mode. You never know if you’re going to need evidence, better be safe than sorry.

You can hear small footstep getting closer, and closer, and closer, until you can feel a presence standing next to the bed on your side.

“Oppa? Are you awake?” You can hear Wonyoung’s soft voice, and you try your best to not spring up to give her a hug. She calls you one more time, and one more.

“That fucker is deep asleep, as always.” You hear a deep voice next to the bed as well. You almost yelp at the sudden voice but managed to keep your body still. That voice sounds familiar though.

“I told you baby. He sleeps like a log.” Wonyoung’s voice comes out. “Now, what did you say you want to do to me again?~” Her voice turns sultry, lustful, the same voice that she uses on him every time they make love with each other.

“I want to fuck you right next to him, to show who’s the superior male here~” You can hear the deeper voice’s reply, and you take all your energy to not spring up right then and there. Although you can feel the anger and sadness mixing in your body right now, you aren’t dumb enough to mess up your cover at the last second.

You feel an impact on the bed as Wonyoung and the other guy crash down onto her side of the bed, you can hear their sloppy kisses and him ripping her dress off. With the couple in such a proximity to him, he smells a whiff of the cologne, and finally recognize who is the other party. It is the idol guy that is almost always next to her during events. Before you can even feel the anger, your heart drop to despair as you hear them making out and having sex right next to you, their action shaking the bed violently, with moans and shouts coming from them.

You slowly readjust your position so that your face is turned out of their vision, as tears start to flow out of your eyes. This is irrefutable evidence. Minju was right.

Their activities continue long into the night, with you becoming numb to it all, tuning out every word and every shake the bed has.

Not all the words though.

“Why do you keep this guy around though? When you have me?”

“Why not? He’s like a toy, playing with him is very fun~”

That is the final nail in the coffin.

You want to do something, sit up, shout, and scream at them, maybe punch the guy to half death or something. But you’re too drained emotionally to even do anything. So, you just lay there, pretending to be asleep, hoping to actually get some rest and finally get this godforsaken night to be over.

Somehow you finally found enough peace to fall into a short sleep. But as you do, you feel a pair of arms wrapping around your torso, as Wonyoung snuggles closer to you, like how she always does in a night like this. And you would wake up happy to see her snuggle with you. How foolish.

-----

It’s been a few days ever since their argument.

And Minju isn’t faring any better than you do.

Her mind keeps repeating the words that you said on that day, and by piecing together Wonyoung’s action to you, it’s quite easy to find out what she’s been doing to you.

And it breaks her heart into million pieces, knowing it was because of her cowardice, her inability to confess to you, and gave Wonyoung the opening she needed to sink her claws into you.

She hasn’t been able to work properly since then, asking for a leave from the company, only leaving a message to calm down her fans, before she proceeds to shut herself in her apartment, or should she say, your old apartment?

You’ve been gracious enough to give her ownership of the apartment the moment you hear she had nowhere to go, and she’s been staying there ever since. Not because she doesn’t have money to move out, but because this place was your apartment, and she wants something related to you, to sooth her aching heart.

It’s quite late into the night when she hears a knock on the front door.

She hasn’t been sleeping well these days, which is why she’s still awake to hear the knock. Even a depressed, broken state, Minju still grabs something for self-defense, like how you taught her to. Though it’s proven useless the moment Minju peeks the peephole and is met with your disheveled appearance.

“Oppa?!” She exclaims, opening the door fully. She winces at his ragged appearance, with only hoodie and sweatpants. His hair messy and unkempt, his posture low and defeated. His eyes…oh god, his eyes, bloodshot, fill to the brim with tears, sullen, puffy, dead. If Minju thinks of herself as a mess, then the current you in front of her is a garbage dump.

“Can I come in?” Your voice raspy and hoarse, clear evidence of you crying for a long time. Minju quickly ushers you in before closing and locking the door. “W-what happened oppa?” She gently pushes you down at the couch. You say nothing, your eyes’ staring at the coffee table for a long period of time.

“Woojin oppa?” Minju gently touches your shoulder, feeling your body shiver at her touch.

“You…you were right, Minju-ah.”

That is all it takes for Minju to understand what happened to you.

You turn to her, your eyes teary with streams of tears staining your cheek, you try to smile at her, but your lips can’t even curl up with you wanting to just… Give up. “You were right about her. I…I was nothing to her, just, a toy.”

“Oppa…” Minju slowly, gently leans in to wrap her arms around you, enveloping into her hug, despite you being too big for her small frame. “It’s ok oppa, I’m here for you. You don’t have to be tough anymore.”

She can feel your body start to relax against hers as your face is buried into her shoulder, your arms wrapping loosely around her waist.

Soon enough, she feels her shoulder wet with his tears, his body trembling all over as he silently weeps and sob in her embrace, with her gently soothing him, her tears already flowing out of her at the sight of her broken friend.

After what seems like forever, you finally stop crying, now just be wrapped in the embrace of your friend. “Minju…” you start to sit up straight again, your hands wiping away the remaining tears. “I’m sorry for last time, I didn’t mean to shout at you.”

Shaking her head, she reasons with you. “It wasn’t your fault oppa, it was kind of rude for me to say those things to you.” “But it was necessary.” You hold her shoulder firmly, your lips finally curving up into a small smile for your dear friend. “Thank you, for snapping me out of it.”

In a way, Minju’s goal is completed, you are now snapped out of Wonyoung’s manipulation, so she should be happy. But seeing the haggard appearance of you in front of her right now, she wondered if it was the right thing to do. She doesn’t want to bring you any harm or pain, and it pains her even more to see you broken like this.

“What are you going to do now?” Minju tentatively asks “I honestly don’t know, Minju.” You let out a sigh. “Be my manager.” Minju grabs the chance instantly. “H-huh?”

“My company is still looking for a manager for me, and you would be the perfect candidate for the position.” Her gaze is fiercely locking onto you.

“I don’t know, Minju” you can’t bear the heat of her eyes, causing you to look downwards. “Who would want to hire a worthless, useless piece of shit like me-” Minju isn’t having any of this bullshit, so she stops you midway, tackling you onto the couch and mounting you.

“Whatever Wonyoung say to you, it isn’t true.” She affirms “You are not worthless, Woojin-ah.”

In order to avoid her piercing gaze, your eyes dart at anything that you can lay your eyes on. “If I’m not, why did Wonyoung abandon me?” You ask in a broken voice.

Minju chokes at the situation, not because she doesn’t know how to answer, but because the sound of your broken, defeated voice seem to kill her on the inside.

“Woojin-ah.” Minju’s voice turns soft. You’re still refusing to meet her eyes. “Look at me, please.” She cups your cheek, forcing you to face her, eventually, you have no choice but to gaze upon her.

“You’re not worthless.” She says softly. “It was you that tamed the chaos that was I*ZONE that no one else wanted to do.”

“It was you that helped us bond together and work towards our goals.”

“You, who listened to all of our whims like an older brother, yet still know when to draw the line and help stop us.”

“You, who listened to all of our deepest wishes, and chose not to reveal it, but to help each of us with our own wishes.”

“You, the one who beat up a guy just because he was disrespecting us.” Both you and Minju chuckles slightly at that one.

“It was because of you, that our memory as I*ZONE was so valuable.” She pauses for a bit. “I love you, Woojin.” Your eyes slightly widen at the second confession.

“I don’t know when it happened, but along the lines of childhood friends, to best friends, to brother figures and managers, I stopped viewing you as just a friend.” You can feel her hands trembling. “I’m sorry for not confessing to you back then. I’m sorry for letting everything gone out of hand. I’m sorry-”

Now it’s your turn to stop her in her words, but with a finger on her lips instead.

“It’s not just your fault, Minju.” You lower your voice. “It was also partly my fault, that I was ignorant of my best friend’s feelings, and only paid attention elsewhere. I’m so, so sorry for it.”

Minju is just lying there, staring at you for a long while, before she leans down for your lips, only to be stopped by you.

“I’m sorry Minju. But my heart, it isn’t ready for another relationship yet.” You look at her sadly, as you can see her feelings wavered in her eyes. “Can you wait for me?” You add to her surprise. “Can you wait until I’m ready for another relationship?”

Instead of leaning down for a kiss, she now digs her face into the crook of your neck, her arms wrapping around you tightly. “I’ll wait.” You can hear her muffled voice. “As long as it takes.” She snuggles herself deeper into you.

For the first time in these past few days, you feel relief, like a burden has been lifted off your shoulder, and that you are free, finally.

“Thank you, Minmin.” You mutter, just enough for her to hear, before you pass out for the night due to exhaustion. “No, thank you, oppa.” You don’t hear Minju’s response, but a faint smile appears on your sleeping face.

-----

“I can’t reach him.” Wonyoung says frustratedly, walking in circles in her studio. “He’s never been this unreachable before.”

It’s been almost a month ever since that night. After her heated bout of sex with her ‘friend’ right next to your sleeping body, she woke up the next day to found you already disappeared from the apartment. Though none of your items were taken away, you seem to disappear off the grid.

She tried to find you through your friends, but none of them even had a clue as to where you might be. At the first place, you don’t really have many friend (that she knows of), and ever since you moved in with her, you met them even less. A gnawing fear at the back of her mind informs her of her greatest fear, but she drives it away.

“Oh, come on, didn’t you say he’s just your toy? Why are you so worried about him?” Her ‘friend’ scoffs. “Are you saying that you want to do the chores?” She eyes him, causing him to shut up instantly.

You are disappearing don’t really affect Wonyoung much, besides the fact that her apartment is slowly becoming a mess because you aren’t there to clean it up. She might not care about you, but she acknowledges that you are useful to her, that’s why she kept you around for so long.

“Loosen up baby~” her ‘friend’ comes up to behind her. “Instead of worrying about him, why not have some fun with me instead?” He kisses her neck roughly, leaving quite a visible mark on it. You would have never been this rough to her- Wait, why is she thinking of you right now?

Soon enough, she is enticed by the guy’s action as they are wrapped in each other’s embrace, kissing and their tongue engaged in a battle for supremacy, entirely unaware that you, the person that she’s been looking for, is leaning against the studio’s door with a blank face.

“Ahem.” Now they see you, and she quickly pushes the other guy away from her, annoying him, you don’t really care though.

“Oppa!” She beams with a smile. “Where have you been?”

“I had urgent stuffs to take care, so I couldn’t inform you in time.” Instead of your usual obedient attitude, your tone sounds monotonous, bored, even somewhat chilly.

“Hey! What’s with the attitude!” Her ‘friend’ growls at you, to which you promptly ignore. No need to pay attention to a dog in heat.

“I got something for you.” You take out a bouquet of flowers and a small box, moving towards the nearby table and place them on it. “For our anniversary.”

It dawns on Wonyoung now that today’s their anniversary, and you must have come back because you’re still in love with her.

She walks up to check out the present: a necklace with her initials on it ‘J.W.’

“You like it?” You give her a smile that don’t quite reach your eyes.

“I love it, thank you oppa~” She beams at you again with the goddamn smile that still somewhat tug at your heartstring. But no, enough is enough. You refuse to be played again.

“Good, because that is the last present from me to you.” You say with a smile, yet all Wonyoung can feel is chills down her spine. “W-what do you mean oppa?” She stutters.

“We’re done. We’re through, I’m breaking up with you.” You look unamused. “How many times do I need to say it?”

“B-but why?! We are good with each other! I love you!” You roll your eyes at her response, before taking out your phone and tapping on it. Soon enough, sounds of sex fills the room, the perpetrators of such an act are standing in the room with you. “Any question?”

“It-it was a mistake oppa! I was drunk!” Wonyoung tries to plead for herself. But her ‘friend’ has other ideas. “Yeah, I fucked her, so what?” He looks at you smugly. “You’re just a worthless being, how can you be a match to my flawless Wonyoung.” He tries to trigger you, but to his surprise, you remain surprisingly calm. “Yeah, yeah, yeah, enough of that bullshit.” You yawn.

“I’m only here to inform you of it. If you have any other ideas for me, I will release this audio online.”

“You fucker! Don’t you dare!” her ‘friend’ immediately rushes up to you in a fit of rage. “No wait! He knows martial arts-” Wonyoung’s warning comes too late, as you’ve gotten into stance beforehand, your body rotate quickly to your right, your left leg acting as the supporting leg for your body as your right leg chamber, then release quickly in a smooth motion, shooting straight in front of you, a beautiful spinning back kick, with your feet finding purchase right on the guy’s solar plexus, knocking him out instantly from the pain, with the momentum sending him flying backwards.

“Baby!” she yells, rushing towards the guy. You feel your heart broken at the sight of her caring for him, but then again, he is broken by her, what’s left to break?

“Can’t even withstand a kick.” You let out a sigh. “Let this be our last meeting, Wonyoung-ah.” You look at her. “I won’t ever see you again, so you won’t ever have to see me again, we are strangers from now on.”

With that said, you turn around to leave, only to be stopped by her shout. “You’re nothing without me!” You’re somewhat surprised by her outburst but regain your composure soon enough. Looking back at her, you let out a small smile. “I may be worthless in your eyes, but that doesn’t mean I can’t do anything.”

“I gave you everything you wanted!” She still doesn’t know how to give up.

“You were the only thing I wanted.” You reply in a somber voice. “I don’t care if we were rich or poor. I would have been happy with you, even if we run a laundromat and do taxes.” You chuckle. “I truly, genuinely, did love you, Wonyoung.” You look at her one final time, to see tears streaming down her eyes. “Let us never see each other again.” You then exit the room, leaving behind a tearful Wonyoung hugging her fainted ‘friend’, or is it boyfriend now? “Oppa…” is the only thing that she mutters in the empty room.

Walking out of the studio, you feel refreshed, reborn once again. No longer are you the ‘oppa’ that was enslaved and blinded by love. You are now Yun Woojin, free to do whatever you please.

Though this relationship has left a scar in your heart, it’s nothing that you can’t overcome.

“Woojin oppa!” A sweet, familiar voice comes up from behind you, her arms giving you a squeeze from behind, before she takes your hand in hers seamlessly.

“Minju-” “I know I know, you’re not ready yet, but it’s quite chilly today, and I forgot the bring the packets, can I hold your hand? Please~” Her large, beady eyes look at you like a puppy.

“Fine.” “Yay!”

With your best friend by your side, you know you can overcome it. After all, she was the one who snapped you out of it. Or should you say, your girlfriend?

You glance at Minju, happily humming while walking hand in hand with you.

Hmmm… You know the effect she can have on you, similarly to Wonyoung, but she treats you as an equal, and is always willing to do anything for you.

One day, you think to yourself.

One day.

~~~~~

Ghost: How to attempt to trigger an audience without saying you are trying to attempt to trigger your audience. Lol

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