#krystal x the flash

[kimsuyeon]

KRYSTAL JUNG RUM PUM PUM PUM, F(X) - 2013

[thankyou-taeyeon]

JUNGSIS 241014 Love Your W event

[doyeons]

krystal + rum pum pum pum era ↳ for anon ♡

[mujinabi]

f(x) ☆ la cha ta ( 2009 )

[spencerreidsrightsock]

Loved the truth or dare fic, could you maybe write a continuation where they have sex with a soft!dom Spencer?

Truth or Dare ll

Summary: after Rossi and Krystall’s wedding is over you and Spencer go back his his apartment to hang out.

TW! MDNI Smut, oral (f!receiving), fingering, praise, p in v, unprotected sex, creamp!e, not proofread lolol

Pairing: SoftDom!Spencer x BAU!reader

W.c: 1.4k

A/N: Ahhhh thank you so much!!! I enjoyed writing that fic so much! I hope you all like this one! ALSO, HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY!!!💋💋💋💋💋

After you and Spencer got a piece of wedding cake at Rossi and Krystall’s wedding you both said your goodbyes and walked out together. You had rode with Tara and Spencer drove himself. So you both walk to Spencer’s car; you got butterflies when he opened the passenger door for you and put his hand on the small of your back. “Thanks.” you say once you get seated. Spencer walks around and gets in the driver's seat. You both get buckled and he puts the key into the ignition.

He looks over at you, “Where are we going?” He asks, giving you a small smile. You return the smile. “We can go to your place.” You say, quietly. He nods and shifts the car into gear as he pulls off. After a few moments you look over at him, he has both hands on the steering wheel, looking intently at the traffic around you, yet in your mind, the world is filled with just you and him. He catches you looking and quickly looks over at you as he flashes you a quick smile.

A while later he pulls into his apartment complex and finds a parking spot. “Stay there.” He says, as he quickly turns off the car and steps out. He runs to the passenger side of the car and opens the door as he extends his hand out for you. You smile and take his hand in yours, you step out and he closes the door. “Thank you, Spence.” you say smiling. “You’re welcome, sweetheart.” He says. He holds tightly onto your hand as you both walk up to his door. He unlocks the door and lets you go in first and steps in behind you. He shuts and locks the door behind him. You slip off your shoes and look around. He nervously steps forward as he wipes his hands on his pants with nervousness coursing through his body.

“Hey make, uh, yourself at home.” He says, smiling nervously. He kicks off his own shoes as he takes a seat on the couch. You walk around and sit beside him, your thigh touching his. He looks over at you and gives you a small smile. You feel your hands shaking a bit so you lace your fingers together to stop the shaking from being noticeable. “Hey don’t be so nervous.” he says, laughing a bit. You nod your head and turn it to smile at him.

After a few moments the nervousness disappears from both of your bodies and he stretches his arm out behind you to pull you closer to him. You lay your head on his shoulder and he extends his other arm out to push a stand of hair behind your ear. He cups your cheek with his hand and you raise your head slightly to look into his eyes. Both of you instinctively lean into each other, your lips hovering inches away from each other. He leans in and presses his lips to yours, you kiss him back as you place your hand on his arm. You both pull back at the same time; he rests his forehead to yours and smiles at you, “Can I hold you?” He asks, in a low whisper. You nod and climb onto his lap and he wraps his arms around you as you bury your head in his neck.

“I’ve always loved you too, y/n.” he whispers, as he rubs my back gently. You smile up at him, lovingly, and look into his eyes. You shift on his lap so your thighs are on either side of his waist. “I love you Spencer Reid.” you say, smiling, excited to be able to finally say it outloud. “I love you too.” He says, as he leans forwards and captures your lips with his. He swipes his tongue on your bottom lip, you part your lips as his tongue explores your mouth, you let out a small whimper.

He slowly pulls back smiling, “Mm, I liked that sound.” he says, his voice husky. You smile and wrap your arms around his neck as you lean into his ear, “Let’s go to the room.” you whisper. He shifts to the edge of the couch as he brings his hands to the back of your thighs. He stands up and carries you, almost as if you weigh nothing. He kicks open his door and walks inside, he gently lays you down on the bed and he climbs on the bed, hovering over you. He kisses you, his lips exploring your mouth once again.

His hands trail over your body, his fingertips taking in the feel of your soft delicate skin. You lean up and he brings his hands around to unzip your dress. He pulls back, his eyes watching intently as he pulls down the straps of your dress over your shoulders. Once he gets the dress down to your stomach he lets a low growl escape his lips. “You’re so beautiful.” He whispers. You smile up at him softly.

You lie back down and raise your hips as he pulls the dress further down. He slips the dress down your legs and throws the dress onto the floor. He looks down at you, sprawled out on his bed. “I’ve wanted this for so long.” You whisper. “I have too sweetheart.” He whispers, as he begins to unbutton his shirt.

Once the buttons are undone he slips his arms out. He unbuttons his slacks and lets them fall to the ground as he crawls between your legs, his hands kneading your thighs. “Can I taste you?” He asks, as he stares down into your eyes. You nod eagerly, as you stare into his eyes. “Words, sweetheart, use your words.” He whispers, as he brings his hand to tuck a stand of hair behind your ear.

“Yes Spence.” You say, letting a low whimper escape. Spencer hooks his fingers in the waistband of your underwear and pulls them down your legs. He positions his head between your thighs and lifts your thighs over his shoulders. He licks a stripe between your folds and you let out a hum. He takes your clit between his lips and sucks it gently. “Oh Spence.” You say, moaning out.

He lets out a low growl that vibrates your clit even further which causes you to involuntarily jerk your hips. Your hands tangle in his hair as you raise your head to look down at him laying between your thighs. He continues to switch from licking to sucking as he moves his hand between your legs, he slides two fingers inside of you, carefully. “Oh shit!” You yell out, moaning. He moves his fingers in a ‘come here’ motion as he continues to suck your clit. Your legs begin to shake and your hands grip his hair tighter, your head falls back, and you let incoherent moans escape your lips as you feel the coil in your stomach burst.

Once you’ve rode out your high he withdraws his fingers and sits up. He brings his lips down to yours and kisses you. “So good for me.” He whispers. You smile at his words. And kiss him back.

He pulls back and stands up, he slides his boxers off and climbs back between your legs. “Are you ready, sweetheart?” He asks as he gently fists himself. “Yes, Spence” you reply, with a low moan as you see how big he is.

He slides his dick between your folds, he lines himself up with you and slowly pushes in, “God baby, you’re so tight.” He huffs out, as he lays down on his elbows. All you can respond with is a whimper, unable to form words. He starts to move gently. “Faster.” You manage to whine out.

With that he speeds up his movements, burying himself inside of you and sliding out. The room is filled with skin slapping against skin and moans from the both of you. He leans his head down and places his lips on yours. He kisses you deeply and pulls back, “I love you so much.” He whispers as he stares deeply into your eyes. “I love you too, Spence.” You whisper back as your eyes lock with his.

After a few moments his thrusts get sloppy and you can feel the coil in your stomach burning again. “Oh Spencer I’m going to cum again.” You yell out, as your legs begin to shake. “I’m right there baby.” He groans back. After a few minutes you start whimpering and moaning, you clench around his dick and cry out as the coil bursts once again. “Oh Spencer.” You cry out.

He thrusts into you a few more times before he completely stills inside of you, you feel his dick twitch as his warm cum covers your walls and he lets curses and moans fall past his lips. He buries his head in your neck and regains his breath. “You’re perfect.” He whispers, with so much love and affection. You wrap your arms around his back and hold him close as you kiss his cheek.

He pulls out and lays beside you as he wraps his arms around you and pulls you close to him. He pulls the covers over the both of you and kisses your forehead. “Will you stay the night?” He asks. “Of course Spence.” You whisper back to him.

[lilacura]

Her Protection | Ahn Yujin

pairing: ahn yujin x reader

>wc: 831

sypnosis: When a close call leaves Yujin realizing how deeply she cares for Y/N, will she acknowledge the spark between them? Or continue shutting out her own heart in favor of duty?

Y/N sighed as she looked at her outfit in the mirror, a short black dress that she had been looking forward to wearing to Krystal's party all week. But now it seemed her plans were ruined by her overprotective parents insisting she hire a bodyguard after the attempted kidnapping a couple months back.

Y/N huffed in frustration as Yujin shook her head again at the party invitation. "Come on Yujin, it's just one little gathering! You've been my bodyguard for 3 months now, don't you trust that I'll be safe?"

Yujin frowned. "It's not about trust Y/N, I'm being paid to keep you out of danger. And a big social event with strangers is risky, can't you understand that?"

"You're no fun! All you do is tag along behind me like a shadow, I want to have a normal life!" Y/N yelled.

Anger flashed in Yujin's eyes. "Excuse me for taking my job seriously! Do you have any idea how badly I would fail if something happened to you? Just this once can't you cooperate and stay home?"

They glared at each other, tense silence filling the air. Y/N knew Yujin cared deeply even if she didn't express it well. And she truly did feel safer with the guard nearby.

Deflating, Y/N said quietly, "Look, I appreciate your efforts. But being cooped up all the time is difficult, can't you please come with me and we'll both keep an eye out? I'll feel better having you there anyway."

Yujin hesitated, touched by the uncharacteristic pleading. Sighing, she nodded. "Alright fine. But at any sign of trouble…"

Y/N beamed, hugging Yujin impulsively. "I know, we leave. Thank you Yujin!" Her grin was infectious, softening Yujin's stern features into a smile. Maybe this party wouldn't be so bad after all, as long as she looked out for any danger.

When they arrived at the party, Y/N's friend Krystal greeted them happily. Y/N began chatting with her old friend, catching up on the latest gossip.

Yujin scanned the crowded room cautiously, always on high alert. That's when she noticed him—a tall guy with bleached hair leaning against the wall, eyeing Y/N hungrily as she laughed with Krystal. Something about him set Yujin on edge.

She watched him weave through the partygoers until he was right behind Y/N, speaking low in her ear. Y/N turned with a smile that didn't reach her eyes, trying to politely excuse herself. But Bleach Boy reached out to trail his fingers along Y/N's bare arm, making her shiver uncomfortably.

Yujin was there in an instant, placing herself firmly between Y/N and the intruder. "I think she said she's not interested," she growled, noticing the glint of a silver ring pierced through his eyebrow.

Bleach Boy smirked, sizing Yujin up with his gaze in a way that made her fists clench. "Problem, tough guy? We were just chatting." His breath reeked of alcohol and cigarettes as he leaned in closer, clearly not taking the hint.

That's when Yujin lashed out, kicking him hard where it hurts before fixing him with a cold glare. "Back. Off. Now." Bleach Boy doubled over with a whimper, proving he was all bark. Satisfied, Yujin turned back to Y/N protectively. "Are you alright? Let's go find some better company, shall we?"

The rest of the party passed without incident, though Yujin didn't leave Y/N's side except to refill their drinks. As the crowd started to thin out Y/N turned to Yujin. "Walk me home?"

The walk home was quiet but comfortable, Yujin hyper aware of Y/N walking so close beside her. When they reached the door to Y/N's apartment, Y/N turned to Yujin with a shy smile.

"Thank you for coming tonight, and for protecting me from that creep. I really appreciate you looking out for me." Her eyes were soft and sincere.

Yujin felt her heart swell, wanting to comfort Y/N. "Of course, it's my job to keep you safe. And I'll always be here for you, no matter what."

Y/N searched Yujin's gaze, seeming to find what she was looking for. Before Yujin could process what was happening, soft lips pressed gently against hers.

Yujin stiffened in surprise, eyes flying open wide. But then Y/N made a small distressed noise and started to pull away, mistaking Yujin's reaction.

Seeing Y/N's hurt expression melted Yujin's reservations, and she wrapped her arms around Y/N's waist tenderly. She leaned down to kiss Y/N back slowly, pouring all her feelings into it—her desire to protect, her fondness, her growing love.

Y/N sighed into the kiss, hugging Yujin close. They broke apart with shy smiles, a new understanding blossoming between them under the moonlight. "I've got you," Yujin whispered, and Y/N knew everything would be okay as long as they had each other.

a/n: hi everyone lol

[infiredlove]

Internship Begets Rivalry

Chapter Six: The Gala Gambit

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader Genre: Drama Word Count: 3,106 Summary: In a cutthroat music internship, competition turns complicated when you find yourself tangled in a constant, tension-fueled push and pull with your rival Min Yoongi. Masterlist | Chapter One

The night continued, but the vibe was definitely different—for me at least.

Jae’s words stuck to my skin like smoke, their meaning curling around my thoughts, refusing to fade. I kept trying to shove them aside—history repeats itself—but the weight of them lingered.

And then there was Yoongi.

I avoided him not just because of Jae, but because of the way he had looked at me. The way his fingers had curled around my wrist, brief and gentle—like he was holding himself back. I didn’t like the way it made my chest feel tight, the way it made something inside me want him. I didn’t—couldn’t let myself think about him a second longer so I threw myself into the distractions around me.

Luna and Krystal had found a new group of interns from another university, and I joined their conversation, laughing too easily, drinking a little too quickly. Amber gave me a look but didn’t call me out on it.

I was fine. Or at least, I was pretending to be until my skin prickled with awareness of him again. I really hated how in tune my body was to his mere presence. I caught him out of the corner of my eye—leaning against the bar, hands tucked into his pockets, his dark gaze glued to me yet again. He was amidst his group of friends but he wasn’t talking to anyone. Just watching me.

It set me on edge because Yoongi wasn’t supposed to look at me like that. Like he was figuring me out. Like he wasn’t sure if he wanted to fight me or—

I stopped that thought dead in its tracks.

I wasn’t going to let him get to me. So, naturally, I did something reckless. I smiled—too wide, too artificial—before reaching for the nearest guy in our group, a classmate I barely knew, and tugging him toward the dance floor. If Yoongi wanted to stare, then fine. I’d give him a show to enjoy.

I let the music swallow me, let the guy’s hands settle at my waist, and tried to lose myself in the moment. But I couldn’t. I could feel Yoongi’s eyes piercing through me. Even through the crowd, even through the haze of champagne and flashing lights, I felt it.

And then, suddenly, he was there.

I didn’t see him move—I only realized it when my partner suddenly stiffened, his grip on my hips loosening. Yoongi stepped in close. Too close.

“Mind if I cut in?” His voice was smooth, casual, but there was an edge beneath it.

The guy hesitated, eyes flickering between us. “Uh…”

Yoongi didn’t wait for an answer. He reached for me, fingers brushing against my wrist—just for a second, just long enough for me to feel the heat of his touch—before I yanked my hand away.

I glared at him. “What the hell are you doing?”

Yoongi just tilted his head, completely unfazed. “What are you doing?”

I scoffed. “Having fun?”

He raised a brow. “Is that what we’re calling it?”

“Why do you care?”

Yoongi didn’t answer immediately. His gaze dipped slightly, taking me in for just a fraction of a second—enough for my stomach to flip.

I hated him.

I hated that he was looking at me like this. Like I was a problem he needed to solve. Like I was something he wanted to unravel, piece by piece.

“I don’t,” he finally murmured. “Just seems like you’re trying too hard.”

That infuriated me.

I stepped closer, my chest nearly brushing his. I could feel his breath quicken ever so slightly, but I ignored it. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

His smirk deepened, but there was something else in his eyes now—something more intense, more intoxicating. “Sure.” His voice was soft, almost amused. “Keep telling yourself that.”

And then he was gone. Like he hadn’t just unraveled something inside me. Like he hadn’t just made my heart race for all the wrong reasons. I stood there, breath unsteady, fists clenched at my sides.

I hated him. I hated that he could do this to me. And worst of all—I hated that a part of me didn’t want him to stop.

—

I needed air. Or maybe I needed to punch something. Preferably him.

Yoongi had left me standing in the middle of the dance floor like I was some kind of joke. He knew exactly how much he was getting under my skin and enjoyed every second of it. I pushed through the crowd, ignoring the curious glances from my classmates and the confused look from the guy I’d abandoned.

Luna spotted me as I stormed past and raised an eyebrow. “What the hell was that?”

“Nothing,” I muttered.

Amber scoffed. “That didn’t look like nothing. That looked like Yoongi flirting with you again.”

I bit back the urge to snap at them. Because they weren’t wrong. But admitting that would mean acknowledging just how much he was in my head.

Krystal sighed. “You two are exhausting.”

“Tell him that,” I grumbled, snatching a glass of champagne off a passing tray and downing it in one go.

Luna snorted. “Right. Because he’s the one dragging random guys onto the dance floor like he’s filming a bad B-rate romcom.”

I scowled. “Whose side are you on?”

She grinned. “The side of entertainment.”

I groaned, rubbing my temples. “I need a break.”

Amber nudged me toward the balcony doors. “Go breathe before you combust.”

I didn’t argue.

The cool air hit me the second I stepped outside, a stark contrast to the stifling heat of the ballroom. The music was muffled here, the city stretching out beneath the terrace like a glittering sea of lights. I leaned against the railing, inhaling deeply. I just needed to calm down. I needed to stop letting Yoongi get to me.

But my body betrayed me, still tense from the way he had looked at me. My mind swam with frustrating thoughts of him—thoughts I kept trying to push down.

I didn’t know how long I stood there, lost in my own spiraling thoughts, but eventually, the night’s chill seeped into my skin, and I found it easier to breathe. I took a few more deep breaths to steady myself, then turned and went back to the gala.

I spotted my friends near the bar, laughing over something Krystal had said, and made a beeline for them. I grabbed a glass of water and desperately downed it, hoping to sober up. Maybe it was all the alcohol in my system that kept drawing my thoughts back to him.

Luna raised an eyebrow as I finished my drink. “That bad?”

“I don’t want to talk about it.” I huffed.

Amber smirked. “Is it about Yoongi?”

I shot her a glare.

Krystal sighed dramatically. “You guys should just kiss already.”

I choked. “What?!”

She shrugged. “I mean, the whole will-they-won’t-they thing is getting exhausting. Just get it over with.”

Luna grinned. “Or fight. Either way, it’d be more entertaining than whatever this is.”

I groaned, pressing my fingers to my temples. “You guys are unhinged.”

Amber just clinked her glass against mine. “And yet, we’re not the ones spiraling over Min Yoongi.”

I opened my mouth to argue, but before I could, the lights in the ballroom dimmed slightly, signaling the next part of the event.

The awards presentation.

A murmur spread through the room as the hosts stepped onto the stage. This was the highlight of the night—where the top interns would be recognized. I forced myself to focus. This was what mattered, what I had been working so hard for. I refused to let Yoongi distract me from it.

But of course, fate had other plans.

“And now, Ladies and Gentlemen, for the highlight of the night we will present the Outstanding Potential Award—an honor reserved for the intern who has demonstrated exceptional talent, dedication, and leadership.”

I straightened, heart pounding. This was it. The award I had set my sights on from the beginning. The one that would cement everything I had worked for, every late night, every extra effort.

“And this year’s recipient is…” The announcer fumbled with the small golden envelope, pulling out the card inside. Their eyes widened, surprise flickering across their face before they cleared their throat. “Oh—actually, it’s split between two candidates!”

A wave of surprise washed through the crowd. My stomach dropped, and my brow furrowed.

“Congratulations to…” 

No, no no. Please no. I chanted silently, dread coiling in my chest. 

“Y/N and Min Yoongi!”

Applause erupted around me, but the rush of blood in my ears drowned most of it out. My fingers clenched around the fabric of my dress. No. No way. I blinked, half-expecting to have misheard, but the host was already gesturing toward the stage, a polite smile on her face.

My body felt frozen in place. I had pushed myself harder than anyone—I deserved this. Not to share it, and especially not with him. But of course it was him. Of course we were being recognized together.

I barely registered walking up the steps, barely processed the weight of the plaque in my hands. I forced a polite smile as a photographer snapped pictures. I knew he was looking at me—could feel his eyes burning into the side of my face but I refused to give him the satisfaction. Yoongi let out a soft chuckle. He leaned in slightly, voice low enough for only me to hear.

“Well, well. Looks like you’re stuck with me.”

I clenched my jaw. “Don’t remind me.”

He hummed, and for a second, I thought he was going to let it go. And he did—at least until we came down from the stage, away from all the lights and attention. Now, We were standing off to the side, shoulder to…chest, in silence. I silently cursed whoever decided it would be a good idea to make him so damn tall.

Out of nowhere, his next words sent a shiver down my spine.

“…What did he mean?”

I stiffened. “What?”

Yoongi’s gaze was unreadable. “Jae. What he said earlier. About us.”

My pulse spiked. I refused to let my expression falter. “I don’t know. He was just being weird.”

Yoongi didn’t look convinced. “That wasn’t just weird. That was deliberate.”

I swallowed. “It doesn’t matter.”

Yoongi studied me for a long moment. Then, quietly—“…You won’t tell me, will you?”

I exhaled sharply, gripping the plaque tighter. “It’s none of your business.”

His expression froze, then darkened. And for the first time that night—he looked pissed. It was only for a second before he schooled his features back into the casual, albeit detached look that I was used to. Yoongi inhaled and took a step back, nodding once. “Got it.”

—

The ceremony wrapped up soon after, but the weight of the night didn’t ease. If anything, it felt like the tension had only sharpened, coiling tighter around my ribs. The afterparty portion of the event had officially started, which meant more schmoozing, more networking, and more champagne being poured. My friends had disappeared into the crowd, likely getting into more trouble, but I stayed put, swirling the remnants of my drink and trying to ignore Min Yoongi standing beside me.

It was annoying. Not because I didn’t want him there, but because I didn’t know why I wanted him there.

"Don’t you have people to charm?" I muttered, taking a sip of champagne.

Yoongi exhaled a quiet laugh. "I could say the same to you."

I scoffed, but before I could respond, a voice cut through the chatter.

"Yoongi, Y/N."

Jae.

Of course.

I turned slowly, already bracing for whatever bullshit was about to come out of his mouth. Jae was smirking, holding a fresh drink, looking perfectly at ease in his tailored suit.

"That was a cute little moment on stage," he said casually, swirling his glass. "Both of you, side by side. Almost poetic."

I tensed, but Yoongi didn’t react. He just lifted a brow. "Are you always this sentimental?"

Jae chuckled, tilting his head. "Just observant." His gaze switched to me. "You always have had a way of attracting the wrong kind of attention."

My jaw clenched. "And you always had a way of running your mouth without actually saying anything."

Yoongi made a quiet sound beside me, almost like a chuckle. Jae’s smirk didn’t falter. If anything, he looked entertained.

"Relax," he said smoothly. "I’m just making conversation. Catching up."

"No need," I said, my voice flatter than I intended.

Jae hummed like he expected that response. "Fair enough. Just funny, isn’t it? You and Yoongi—competing, winning, standing up there together like you’re two halves of the same coin."

My chest tightened uncomfortably but before I could snap back—before I could even process the way his words made me feel—Jae leaned down to my ear, voice lowering so I could just barely hear him over the music.

"Let’s just hope you’re a little smarter this time around, yeah?"

And then, with a casual sip of his drink, he walked away, disappearing into the crowd.

I stood frozen, my grip tightening around my glass. Yoongi hesitated beside me and for the first time that night, his voice wasn’t teasing.

"Want to tell me what that was about now?"

I exhaled slowly, willing my pulse to steady. "No."

Yoongi didn’t press. But he didn’t walk away, either. And that—that—was somehow worse.

---

I couldn’t shake the feeling of emptiness that clung to me after the awards ceremony. The music and lights of the after party faded into a dull echo, leaving behind only the sting of unsaid words and an unresolved wound between Yoongi and me. That night, the gala had become a pressure cooker of suppressed emotions—and now, outside the gleaming confines of the ballroom, the tension was too thick to ignore.

I found myself wandering into a quiet corridor behind the event hall, away from the prying eyes and hollow chatter. The corridor was dim, lit only by recessed lights that cast long shadows along the polished floor. I leaned against a wall, trying to steady my racing heart and sort through the tangled mess of anger, hurt, and something else I refused to name.

Steady footsteps echoed behind me. I turned sharply. Yoongi stood there, his dark eyes smoldering with intensity. The air between us vibrated with every unspoken word.

“What do you want, Min?” I demanded, voice trembling between fury and desperation. “Why are you still following me?”

His eyes narrowed, and for a moment, his mask of cool indifference slipped, revealing something raw and conflicted. “We should talk about whatever the hell that was back there.”

I scoffed, stepping forward so that we were nearly nose-to-nose. “I told you, it’s none of your business.”

His voice hardened, tension rippling through his frame. “I’m making it my business. We’re gonna keep coming back to each other—no matter how much you try to push me away, no matter how hard you pretend not to care. So talk to me.”

Before I could retort, a flare of anger surged within me, and I shoved him lightly. The push wasn’t forceful, barely enough to make him step back, but it was enough to ignite the volatile spark between us. Yoongi reacted instantly. Effortlessly. His hands caught my forearms and forced my body against his. For a heartbeat we stood like that— our faces inches apart.

“Don’t you dare think you can just—” I began, voice low and trembling with suppressed emotion.

He cut me off, his tone rising. “Maybe I can! Maybe you’re so terrified of what we are that you’d rather fight me than admit that you’re drawn to me.”

I clenched my fists, feeling tears prick at the corners of my eyes that I fought so hard to ignore. “I’m not drawn to you,” I spat. “I’m actually quite tired of this endless charade.”

His eyes flashed with anger and something else—hurt, maybe, or longing. “Then why, Y/N? Why do you keep coming back? Why do you make it impossible for me to stay away?”

The question, heavy and accusing, shattered the last remnants of my defiance. I tried to pull away, but Yoongi’s grip remained firm, steady and unyielding. I struggled against him, pushing, twisting, fighting against a force bigger than just his hold on me. When that failed, my frustration broke loose. I balled my fists and pounded against his chest, a weak, useless attempt to hurt him for not letting me go. But he didn’t flinch. Didn’t even waver. Instead, he moved. With each hit, he stepped forward, pushing me back, crowding me until my shoulders hit the wall. His grip slid to my wrists, pinning them above my head, trapping me beneath his gaze.

My eyes squeezed shut. “Stop it!” I cried, voice breaking. “You don’t understand—Stop pretending you know me!”

Yoongi’s eyes burned with conflicting emotions. “Maybe I do,” he hissed. “Maybe I’ve been trying to show you that I care—so damn much that I can’t let you push me away.”

And then, in the heat of our argument, when words had already become futile, his hand cupped my cheek. The next moment, before I could process it, his lips crashed into mine. The kiss was sudden and fierce—an explosion of pent-up frustration, longing, and defiance.

Time slowed. The world around us blurred into insignificance. In that charged, desperate moment, every angry word, every hurtful accusation, and every silent plea seemed to converge into a single, incendiary kiss that stole my breath away.

I felt his heart pound against my chest, his fingers tangling in my hair as he pulled me closer. For a long, endless second, the fight we had been having dissolved into raw, undeniable emotion.

My mind screamed for me to break away, but my body betrayed me—responding with a fire I’d been too stubborn to admit existed. The kiss wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t apologetic. It was a collision of all our unspoken truths, both defiant and tender.

And in that moment, I realized that nothing could ever go back to the way it was. The line between enemy and lover had been blurred irreparably.

When we finally broke apart, both of us were trembling—angry tears glistening in my eyes, his chest heaving with conflicted emotion. I managed to choke out, “What have we done?”

Yoongi’s gaze was pained, uncertain. “I don’t know,” he whispered. 

For a long moment, neither of us spoke. The noise of the afterparty, the angry words we’d exchanged, and the chaos of our hearts all receded into a quiet, fragile silence between us.

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KRYSTAL JUNG RED LIGHT, F(X) - 2014

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KRYSTAL 241211 Canada Goose popup store event

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RED LIGHT f(x), 2014

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